#*teasers

smut warnings: explicit scenes, biting, bondage (ropes, pillowcase), scratching, angst, slapping, hickies, body worship, piercing play, spit play, orgasm denial, pussy spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, face riding, slut/whore mentions, edging, oral (m/f rec), thigh riding, possessive but they won’t admit it</3, choking, angry sex, angst lol, hair/head pulling, protected/unprotected sex, praise kinks galore, easy access, cowgirl, hitting from the back, rough sex, spanking, teasing, creampie, chains (stay on!!!!), multiple orgasms, aftercare when it’s least expected👀 

Glass. 

Bullet casings.

So much broken glass.

As you listen in the scattered silence, you’re careful to skirt around the tiny shards making an ocean out of your villa.

Well. It’s now more of a wreckage than a beautiful seaside vacation home, but nuances mean nothing when you’ve only used it to store an eighth of your arsenal.

And your fucking pink McLaren that’s now face down in the nearest reef.

You are going to end this man. 

“Come out, my love…” 

Fuck him for double-crossing right when you were getting along.

At least, you felt like you were.

Maybe it was just a lapse in judgment, and the last goddamn mistake you’ll ever make around Park Jimin—assassin, playboy, sole occupant of the top of your hit list.

“Your target’s on the run, you know.”

Of course you’re fucking aware. But he won’t trick you a second time.

As soon as he gets a clear shot, he’s taking it.

And despite rivulets of sweat and blood running down your arm and a fresh gash on your upper chest, you are poised to do the exact same.

“Shouldn’t you be following them? Awhh, wait, your ride… What a shame.”

The gritting of your teeth almost gives you away. 

Think.

Based on where you hear Jimin and the layout of your place, he’s somewhere around the foyer. 

And hiding in an open hall next to your kitchen, there’s no way you can get him from where you’re poised.

So wait.

“What to do… Ah! I can call a taxi to pick you up! How does that sound?”

Wait, goddamn it. 

Don’t fall for his shit.

Watch for any dark waves in the debris-riddled floor. Hold off until he’s in a good sight line. 

Fuck, your wounds hurt. 

Hot exhaustion warms your mouth as you wince, blood starting to harden along your slick skin.

“Or you can just let them get away. This would be Chance Zero, though, so. You’d end up getting a geo-bounty on your file… but it’s your decision!”

Breathe.

Geo-bounties aren’t too bad if they’re low. 

Only when they evolve into Global status should you be worried. And that only happens if the Council deems it. 

You’ve stayed on their good side… other than screwing up the missions Park Jimin has ruined. 

“Come on, love.”

He sounds closer.

“Be a good girl.”

A lot closer.

Now you just have to wait until he… rounds the… corner.

…What happened?

Where the fuck did he—

Your body reacts before your mind does, ducking to avoid a strike into hard spackle. 

Twisting, your forearm prevents the next swipe of Jimin’s blade as you retrieve your side dagger, and four boots trample the glass below in a violent dance of combat.

Above below swipe left dodge right parry parry lunge parry.

When you aim at his chest, your gun is quickly shoved, bullet firing into one of the last kitchen cabinets left standing.

And your opponent has the nerve to look appalled.

“You were gonna shoot me?”

All you do is tsk.

Clashes ring out again as you dart forward, and you go for a opening while mapping out how the hell you’re gonna catch up to your target before—

Fucking hell! 

Chilling pain sears across your shoulder from the cut Jimin makes, and you half-stumble, half-crouch to avoid his killing blow. 

Taking the risk and rolling across your favorite broken vase, you slide and fire again, the kickback hurting your arms like a bastard. 

“Fuck!”

Finally.

Through slitted eyes, you can tell you just grazed Jimin’s thigh, and he collapses to a knee while you struggle to stand upright. 

Crinkles of glass echo throughout the hall as you both haphazardly collect yourselves, with him breathing hard and you grunting through stinging pain.

Shit, he’s cursing like you’ve never heard before. 

But you can’t let that distract you from your goal. 

Up first, you aim your weapon just in time to face his expression.

Those wide eyes.

You have the perfect shot.

And yet…

You hesitate.

Time bends as you vascillate between decisions, your moral compass going haywire and refusing to align with any direction. Electricity fizzes and pops while another patch of your ceiling falls, but neither of you move.

Spare him. End it. Kiss him. Finish the kill.

Your heart squeezes the trigger.

And you fire at the light fixture above him before fast limping out to your garage. 

Curses ring in the falling shards while you make your getaway, fingerpainting the walls with swift red strokes.

Get there get there get there. 

Jimin won’t be far behind.

Ripping open the back door, you grit through the pain while swinging a heavy hand onto a glowing pad. 

After the blooming beeps, you swipe in a password before hitting Floor, and find ponderous support on the door while you wait.

Breathe. Breathe. Holy shit, everything hurts. Breathe.

At your feet, the solid garage foundation slides open to reveal a car rising on a platform. 

The other McLaren that Jimin didn’t launch off the nearest cliff.

Lamenting the leather interior already, you drag yourself to the drivers side with a series of groans, swiping a roll of wrappings and a couple gun magazines from a counter along the way. 

Run run run.

He’s probably right behind.

In seconds, you’re zooming out of the driveway.  

And with a bruised as fuck heart, you blast holes in Jimin’s motorcycle wheels for good measure.

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tbc. :)

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When Jimin greeted the front door, he wasn't expecting Taehyung to be standing there unannounced. A flash of panic crossed Jimin's eyes, but the following happiness and smile that accompanied it were just as genuine as always. "Hey, Tae…" He expected the scared expression the younger wore at their last encounter, but the boy took a deep breath and grinned, just as happy to see the other boy. "What are you doing here?"

When Taehyung asked to speak to him in private, Jimin was not at all prepared for the boy to step so close the second he shut his bedroom door. The older opened his mouth to question the boy's actions, but as soon as his eyes meet Taehyung's bright eyes, words failed him. All he could register was his heartbeat pumping louder in her ears as he got lost in the dark sea of his eyes. And when the younger's hands met his cheeks in a gentle albeit nervous caress, Jimin knew he was in trouble. The feelings of guilt he experienced after their first kiss, after which Taehyung couldn't get away from him fast enough, came rushing back and fought with his current confusion before his heart won over and tumbled out of his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, but for the love of god, please kiss me."

"Please kill me."

Kat was considering whether or not stabbing her eye out with her pen would be more painful than trying to comprehend her science homework before a well-timed interruption in the form of her best friend waltzed into her room and flopped himself down all over her bed of papers.

"I did something stupid, Kat."

"What is it this time?"

"Wait, are you implying I often do stupid things?"

"Tae, two weeks ago, you let your baby cousin shove gummies up your nose."

"They were gummy vitamins. I had a head cold, and he just wanted to make my nose better."

Tossing her textbook to the side, she lied next to him and sighed, "I'll admit the thought was cute. Now, what happened?"

"I talked to him like you told me to."

She perked up, turning to prop her head on her elbow. "And? How'd it go?"

He blushed, "We didn't talk much."

She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"I, uh… I might've kissed him."

Her brows shot right back up as she coughed, "Wow. Well, that's one way to confess."

"Only I didn't."

"Didn't what? Kiss him? You're confusing me here."

He finally turned to her, grabbing her shoulders. "I didn't confess. He did."

"I-Isn't that what you wanted?…" He nods. "So, what's the problem?"

"That wasn't part of the plan!" He shook her shoulders a few times to emphasize his frustration, "I had my confession planned out, but he threw me for a loop by saying, ‘I really like you' first!"

"I mean, the guy kissed you first, so him admitting that shouldn't be too much of a surprise, Tae."

"Yes, but I was so caught off-guard that I couldn't even say it back."

"What did you say then?"

He sighed, his frown just as heavy, "What do you say to your grandmother when she gives you socks for Christmas?"

"Did… you thank him?"

Releasing her from his hold, he returned to his original position, whispering hopelessly at the ceiling, "I thanked him."

"He… thanked you?"

Jimin dropped himself gently onto the couch, resting his head on Jungkook's thigh, "He thanked me."

"Well, you are a good kisser."

"I thought we agreed we'd never bring that night up again."

"I didn't. I merely stated you were a good kisser. God blessed you with those luscious pillow lips."

"Well, these luscious pillow lips regret it…"

"Jimin Park regretting a kiss? And it's not with me? Oh my god, the world is truly coming to an end."

"Why am I friends with you again?" The question went ignored as Jungkook finished his game before paying his full attention to the pouting boy in his lap.

"Let me get this straight," This is a gay dilemma though, Jimin thought to himself. "He showed up, claimed he wanted to talk, you led him to your room, he kissed you--"

"Well, I kind of asked him to."

"Okay, and he happily did so, so you say. After that, you blurted out your feelings?"

"It might have slipped before I could think it through."

"What'd you say, exactly?"

"I really… really like you…"

"Eh, boring, but it gets the point across, I guess."

"Jungkook."

"Sorry. What about after that?"

"He, just… Froze? Then next thing I know, he's thanking me and running out the door."

"Hm…"

"What do you think?"

"I think he's an embodiment of panicked gay."

Jimin deadpans, "I'm going to straighten your ass."

"I'm already straight, baby," Jimin closed his eyes when Jungkook started running his fingers through his hair, his younger friend frowning at him. "Jimin…" The unmoving boy hummed, relaxing under his touch. "You really like him, don't you?"

Without intending to, his response came out in a whisper, "A lot, Kookie. And I wish I wouldn't scare him off every time I make it obvious."

"Taehyung doesn't peg me as the type to lead you on, so… I think… He may like you back, but this is all so new for him that he doesn't know what to do with his feelings or curiosity."

"He didn't peg me as the type to run away from his problems, but look where we are now."

"You're not a problem. You're just scary." He finally cracked an eye open, skepticism written in his features. "Okay, you're small and adorable and loveable, but you wear your heart on your sleeve. When you care about people, you give them your all, and it may be overwhelming to him." Worrying his bottom lip, Jimin considered his friend's words. "There's also the fact that you're extremely comfortable with your sexuality, whereas Tae's admitted that he has zero experience. Well, he can check ‘first kiss' off that list, thanks to you."

"Don't remind me." Jimin whined, burying his face into his hands, "I still feel terrible about that."

"It's not like he didn't like it."

"He ran away!"

"Yes, both times, but he came back for more, didn't he?"

"I-- Yes, but--" He sat up with a huff, fixing his hair. "That's because I have luscious pillow lips."

Jungkook carefully watched the blonde gather his phone and jacket. "Where are you going?"

"To take my lips and do less kissing, more talking."

"Do you even know where he lives?"

"…Hey, Kookie--"

"Let me grab my keys."

The worst case scenario would've been getting the door slammed in his face the nanosecond Taehyung saw his face. Jungkook thought that getting chased down the street by a homophobic dog would be worse, but Jimin deemed that highly unlikely. Dogs love him. Dogmatic fathers? They didn't take that into consideration. At all.

Now seated across from Taehyung's father, a sharp-dressed man running for mayor who gave off a heavy aura of authority, Jungkook was beginning to feel suffocated. He had a sick feeling about this. To his left, Jimin seemed calm and collected. The blonde was sitting up straight and silent, behaving well-mannered with his hands clasped together in his lap, just as respectful, albeit shy, as Jungkook expected. However, there's one thing Jimin lacks that has always been both a concern and a nuisance to the younger boy: he couldn't sense intolerant people. And right now, Jungkook feared the firm man before them would see nothing but that damned crest over Jimin's heart.

"You're here to see my son, you say?"

"Yes, sir." Jimin nodded while Jungkook remained unresponsive, too engrossed in observing the man.

"How do you know Taehyung?"

"We're friends, sir."

The man glanced over Jungkook, "You look familiar; I've seen you bring games while Taehyung was supposed to be studying. Jungkook, is it?" The boy offered only a single nod. "My wife thinks you're a nice kid."

Jungkook grinned, "I think Mrs. Kim is splendid as well." His smile didn't reach his eyes, and Jimin was starting to feel the tension gathering in the room. "Her cookies are especially bomb." The man grunted slightly and turned his eyes to Jimin, or more specifically, his uniform jacket.

"You're from the academy."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm surprised to see the likes of you around these kids." Mr. Kim's remark surprised Jimin, but not as much as his following statement shocked him, "Proud youngsters like you display your jackets as if they make you more important when in reality, your mommies and daddies buy your way into higher status just because you have money and God on your side." Jungkook began to wonder if he could get away with assaulting the future mayor.

"I-I'm sorry…" Jimin sounded so confused and hurt that it finally snapped Jungkook out of his silence.

"With all due respect, Mr. Kim…" The tight smile was back. Only this time, he couldn't hide the fire in his eyes. "I think it's highly unfair of you to judge so harshly when you don't even know him." The man blinked but remained composed. "Higher status? Ha! Hilarious. Jimin is my next-door neighbor in my poor-as-shit neighborhood. He got into the academy on a dance scholarship. His parents work their ass off just so they can afford to keep him in that school. Does that make them self-righteous?"

"Kookie…"

"Does that make him holier-than-thou? He's a literal angel, not a goddamned brat."

"Kookie--"

"You talk to your mother with that mouth, son?"

"You satisfy your wife with that small dick energy, sir?"