#vimin

Juliet is giving this old dude the fuck me eyes as she glided down the pole in front of him. Then she slowly spreads her legs, so he can wish to have whatever is between her legs. Her sheer black lingerie already gave little to the imagination.

It seems I was right about this place not having many guidelines to what's legal and illegal in a sex and strip club because the guy reaches in-between her legs like he has the right. He does this, and the "security guards" don't seem like they give a fuck. Juliet, the little spitfire that she is, kicks the guy away and gives him a nasty look.

"Fuck no, dude. You have to pay extra if you want anything like that."

I gasp, rather loudly, when I hear Juliet say those words. I know it's half a sex club, but I'm in no way used to hearing words like that out loud. Even when Taehyung talks dirty to me, I feel like I'm about to explode from embarrassment, but I usually end up exploding in different ways too...

Before I could look away and pray that no one heard my gasp, Juliet turns her attention away from the grimy old man and spots me. Her face changes into one of disgust when she realizes I'm here. It's clear to me, even though I've never talked to this woman once in my life, that she's part of the people in this town that hate outsiders. This is kinda hypocritical since she works for two "outsiders."

Juliet pushes the old man away from her, and he has obviously been pissed off now that her attention is no longer on him. Then she struts off the stage and comes straight over to me. She puts her hand on her exposed naked hip and stares down at me like I'm an insect she would like to squish. "Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?"

I roll my eyes because fuck this bitch. I don't know her age, but she also doesn't know mine. She has no right to ask me my age and look at me like I'm beneath her, especially when she was just asking that guy no more than a minute ago to pay her extra for sex. Yeah, fuck her. "Fuck off, Juliet. I'm not here for that anyway."

"Doesn't matter what your here for. It's 18 and up only. How old are you anyway, sixteen? Get out of here before I call security on you."

"I highly doubt Felix's security would actual give a shit if I was here. All I would have to do is flash some cash, and they would allow me to do whatever I want." Not that I want to do anything with anyone here, but my words were definitely true by the way Juliet cowers into herself.

I kinda feel bad when I see Juliet react like this. This place has only been open for a day, and she's already acting like a war survivor because of the mention of Felix's name. Before I could debate on apologizing, the woman I've been looking for finds me first.

"Jimin?" M says from behind me. I spin around to see my sister, who I haven't seen in over six months, holding a clipboard and looking exactly how she should look every day. Her red hair is curled, she has clean skin with just the right amount of make-up and looking like a badass bitch in her boot heels. But more than anything, I missed seeing that smile on her face. My sister always had such straight teeth. "Oh my - Jimin! It's really you!"

M runs to me, and I don't realize until I'm in her arms again that I met her halfway. Holding my sister after being away for so long made tears form in my eyes. "Fuck, M. I couldn't believe it when I saw you yesterday in that stage." We pull back from our embrace. "You look good."

And her smile falls. She quickly puts on a fake one, though, and I now realize my words have most likely brought out a bad memory in her mind. A bad memory of when we last saw each other. A night I rather never bring up, but I need some questions answered that only she can give.

"Um... M. How do you know this kid?"

I roll my eyes when I hear Juliet speak from behind me. M, on the other hand, continues to smile and talks to her over my head. "Jimin's my brother." Oh, fuck. I didn't think she would tell her the truth! "Will be in the office if you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know."

Juliet must have understood because I then hear her heels click away as she walks. M's attention goes back to me, and she nods her head as she walks backward. Instructing me to follow her.

I follow M behind the bar, which then brings us to a door that I assume before she opens it that it's the said office. We walk inside, and it's the exact opposite of what I expected. I, for some reason, thought it would smell like sex, and he piles of trash all around. The perfect Felix office, honestly, but instead, it just looks like a normal office. I can tell this office is more for M than for Felix.

She sits down behind the desk in her chair, and she actually looks like she belongs there. Even though it's weird for me to admit that my sister owning a sex and strip club suits her, seeing her sit behind the desk of it does. By the way, she talked to Juliet, her employee, too. I can only imagine what it's like to have Felix here instead of M.

"So, how have you been? What are you doing here? Is that Gucci?"

I have to laugh because this bundle of questions is what my sister does. Always wondering what I've been up to and making sure I'm safe. I, of course, do the same, and being the oldest always made me feel I had to be the protective one in the relationship, but M would admit she's always looked after me even when she didn't need to.

"I'm good - actually - I guess. After you told me to leave." M stiffens in her seat. "The only place I could think to go is here, but no one remembers us. Granted, I didn't recognize anyone here either."

"Oh, I feel the same way! Being back in this town after being away for so long... I'm not sure how to feel. Although I was eight while you were ten, so your memory of people is probably better then mine."

"Yeah, you would think." I suddenly feel nervous being in front of M. Not because she has an aura of anxiety surrounding her, but because I know what I'm about to say next is going to sour the great reunion we're having. "M... can I ask you something?"

M sits up straight in her chair, now looking as nervous as I feel. "Yeah, of course. What's up Jimin?"

"That night... the night I left."

"Please don't."

"Why did you tell me to leave?"

M's eye twitches, and her fingers turn white as she grips the edge of the desk. My spine straightens in my seat, then, feeling M's anxiety flow through me. Her voice sounds so small, and I feel so upset and angry to see her like this because of a flashback he caused. "Jimin... I can't-"

"Why not!?" M jumps, not expecting me to be angry. "Why can't you tell me anything? Every since that fuck face married you, you don't tell me shit. Our parents always told me shit to begin with, but I never expected you to do the same!"

M looks down in her lap, and I don't miss the tears she wipes away. "I-it's just complicated, Jimin. You wouldn't understand."

"Then make me understand."

"I don't want you too!" It's my turn to jump at M's rise in temper. The Park attitude she adopted coming out. "I don't want you to understand what it's like to not be able to explain to my brother, my best fucking friend, what my life is like or what his life could have been."

"Could have been?" M looks away again and shakes her head. Not wanting to further explain. I lead with a follow-up question then since it's clear she doesn't want to go further with this exact conversation. "Why are you still with Felix then?"

"Fuck, Jimin. I..." M stops herself short. I already know M wasn't happy with Felix, and that night she came to me over six months ago proved it, but the fact that she can't even give an excuse like, "because I love him," proves to me further that there's more to their marriage that I just don't know about.

I lean forward in my chair and grab her hands to hold in mine. I hold her little fingers in my slightly bigger ones and give them a comforting squeeze. "M, you can tell me anything. Please, just let me help you."

M shakes her head and continues to stare down in her lap, no longer caring about the multiple tears falling from her eyes now. "I wish you could, Jimin. I wish you fucking could."

Yeah, I really wish I could too.

。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。

I left M's soon after she stopped answering my question. When I kept pestering for answers, she ended up giving me the excuse that she was very busy and that I would have to leave so she could get work done. I knew it was an excuse before the words even left her mouth, but her promise of her telling me that I can come by any time as long as she's here makes me think that maybe - just maybe - I'll get my answers one day.

I just hope It's not too late when M finally gives me those answers.

I'm really ashamed to admit this, but as soon as I left Lee club, I wanted to see Taehyung. I wanted to go to him so that I could cry into his lap, and then I wanted him to fuck me until I forgot about everything. Then, after I forgot about my stress from my sister and her relationship, I wanted him to hold me and talk to me about whatever shit comes to my mind. I just wanted him.

And I still do. That's why I go to him. I run to his office building, see the closed sign, then I run even faster to his mansion. Knowing if he's not at his office building during this time of day, then he's definitely at his mansion. I know it's against our arrangement for me to come before 10:30 at night, but I honestly don't care right now.

I need him. I fucking need someone to look at me in the eye and tell me everything is going to be okay. I fucking need him to be the one to hold me against him and pierce my soul with eyes of admiration as he says everything is going to be okay. I know these feelings I shouldn't have, but right now, I just don't care. I just don't care right now.

I burst into his mansions office, and thank god he's the only one inside. Taehyung first looks pissed off, but then his expression changes to one of concern. I know I was crying the whole way here, and that's most likely the reason why Taehyung looks concerned, but how could I not cry when someone like Felix is treating my sister like shit? On top of that, she won't let me help her!

"Taehyung," I cry out as I fall to the floor onto my knees.

He runs over to me, and it feels like no time has passed when he scoops me up in his arms and leans my head on his chest. It's like there's no trouble in our arrangement when he rocks me back and forth while whispering with a gentle voice into my ear, "It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm here, no one can hurt you."

But it's not me who's hurt. It's not me who needs protecting, but hearing Taehyung say those words to me makes my chest tighten a little less. His voice soothed my terrible thoughts of what could be going on with my sister.

After a couple of minutes of Taehyung just holding me in his lap on the floor, I eventually stop crying. Concentrating on Taehyung's heart to help me breathe.

I lift my face out of his chest, and Taehyung's little smile brings me back to life. "Thank you, Taehyung. I'm sorry for bursting in here-"

"It's okay!" He quickly interrupts. "You can come to me with anything. Are you okay... did someone hurt you?"

It actually scares me a bit how deep and possessive Taehyung's voice just got with his question, but it's also embarrassing for me to admit that it also arouses me. Fuck, what is wrong with me today?

"I-I'm fine, Taehyung. It's my sister... M is my sister and her husbands a terrible person," I admit. Although Taehyung doesn't seem like he understands the connection of her name. "She's married to Felix Lee. The owner to the new club."

Taehyung then squints his eyes in rage, and it surprises me to see him appear angry when I mention my sister's husband's name. "Fucking, Felix. Your sister is married to that fucker?"

I nod my head, and he looks at me differently with the same eyes he had that night. The night I rejected him and the last time we were together...

Sad. His eyes are sad.

We stand up off the floor then, Taehyung helping me rise to my feet. "How do you know him?"

Instead of answering, Taehyung just shakes his head, not wangling to answer. Taehyung knows Felix, and I don't persist to know how, but it feels good knowing I have someone close to me that understands how much of a fuck face Felix truly is.

Taehyung then takes me by my hand and leads me to his bedroom. Not to have sex, however. He lets me lay down and just holds me. Knowing without words exactly what I needed and wanted. I curl my arms in between us, and he supports my body by pressing me into his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair with the other. Me feeling completely relaxed in his arms.

It's then, after a few minutes of silence, that I feel guilty again about how we left things last time. It's been a whole week since he let me see him, but when I needed him most, he allowed me to cry in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Tae." Taehyung looks down at me, confused. "F-for what happened last time I saw you." I'm not sure if it was the apology or the random nickname I gave him, but I feel Taehyung stiffen against me, and I watch the corners of his mouth point downward, furthering his frown.

"There's nothing to apologize for. You don't feel the same, it's alright."

I'm not sure what it was, but something suddenly felt off about him. His voice went flat, showing me it's not actually alright. I do believe he forgives me since my not wanting to be with him is my decision, but at the same time, it doesn't feel right.

I feel Taehyung's lips against my forehead, and I sigh at the contact. This one little kiss begins a reaction. Kisses on the forehead lead to kisses on my cheek, then my neck, and then they finally lead to my lips. Once again, without words, Taehyung knows what I need and want... but I still feel off.

His kisses and caresses, however, feel as passionate as ever. Like not a day has gone by since we were with each other last. My clothes get removed super fast by him. Taehyung clearly missed what we had as much as I did. I moan when his lips attach to my nipple, sucking on the bud while I rank my finger through his hair and bite my lip.

Taehyung being rough but taking care of me at the same time makes me want to always come back to him. It scares me to think how much I've actually come to terms with always wanting him like this. I hope it doesn't end up hurting me in the future.

Taehyung's lips detach from me, and then he rests his head on my rib cage. He rubs his face on my rib cage, and it actually feels good to receive pure affection like this. I feel his fingers glide up my thighs, and I bite my lip because I know where his fingers are going to go.

It surprises me to feel slight resistance when Taehyung's fingers enter me, but I'm still having that euphoric feeling his fingers always give me as he stretches my walls.

Taehyung chuckles against my ribs, then says, "Seems like a week without me has gotten you tighter." At first, I thought he was going to be mad at me. Now that my usual easily forgiving body is resisting his fingers, he'll want to resist me and not continue. But instead, Taehyung crawls up my body and bites my ear. "Good to know I'm still the only cock thats been inside you."

I moan and clench around his two fingers because of his words. My cheeks heat up when I look at his lust-filled eyes. "O-of course. Only for you, Tae."

Taehyung growls into my neck at my words. I don't know what made me find this confidence to say what I just said, but it makes me want to say so much more if I continue to get reactions like this from Taehyung.

After I'm stretched enough and feeling so much I could pass out from pleasure, he removes his fingers. I huff out a deep breath and stare up at Taehyung as he lubes up his cock. I feel my cheeks warm again, but thankfully Taehyung decides to flip me over onto my stomach and raise my ass to him so he doesn't notice how watching him touch himself affects me.

I feel his cock breach my hole, and I'm grabbing onto the bed sheets. It feels so fucking good. I missed this so much. I missed him so much. Having Taehyung grab my hips and thrust into me like if he misses a beat, a bomb will go off has become my new favorite addiction. Not to mention Taehyung finds my prostate within seconds of entering me, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

He hits that bundle of nerves inside me, and thrusting against my walls makes me cry out how good it truly is. "Fuck - God - Fuck, Taehyung! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Taehyung pushes onto the top of my back, pushing me further into the mattress, and fucks into me harder and deeper because of this angle. I feel him smack my ass, the sound echoing in my ears, and I chock on a moan. I have to shut my eyes because I feel myself getting close to cumming already. I almost explode within seconds when he says, "Always so tight for me, Jimin... You feel so fucking good on my dick. I wish I could always have you this way."

I clench around him and curl my fingers into the sheets. Hearing him grunt into my ear is getting me closer and closer and...

I wish I didn't open my eyes. I wish at that exact moment I didn't open my eyes and looked at the corner of my room because it ruined the moment. It ruined it for me.

As I was crying out Taehyung's name and cumming all over the sheets, I see in the garbage pale across the room two used condoms. Two used condoms that I know for a fact he did not use with me.

Taehyung and I don't use condoms.

He's always fucked me raw, and he trusts me not to go back on my word about not having sex with other people without telling him. But Taehyung never had that rule. He never gave me that promise because, in the beginning, I didn't care for it.

Taehyung then cums inside me, pushing me further into the mattress with his hand on my back, and I'm stiff as a board as he cums into the deepest deeps inside me. Something that should feel so good, and usually always does, but right now, I'm so sick to my stomach about what's in the garbage that I'm numb!

I'm numb with physical feelings, but one thing is for sure... I'm jealous. I'm jealous of whoever he fucked that wasn't me. I'm jealous that he fucked someone else and didn't care about me when he did it. He told me he wanted to be with me a week ago, and sometime between last week and today, he fucked someone else.

The sad thing is, he has that right. He can do whatever he wants because he isn't mine... And now I'm feeling the effects of not allowing him to be mine. The effects of not taking Taehyung's offer when I had the chance...

I hate it.

-

-

-

“Mm...” he said seductively, “This shower is so nice and hot. Too bad it’s so lonely in here.”

“How about some company then?” A body pressed up against his and large hands touched his slim waist and slid around to his back. Ah. Namjoon! He opened his eyes and placed his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders. So broad! So handsome. Too bad he didn’t seem to know it.

“Hm. That depends. Are you dirty?” Jimin teased. Why did wet skin feel so very nice? Jimin wiggled against him.

“As dirty as you want me to be.” Jimin laughed. That was a joke in itself. Namjoon wasn’t the naughty one, Jimin was. Namjoon was sweet and gentle and easily embarrassed. Jimin only pretended to be. “Why are you laughing?” Namjoon asked. Ah, embarrassed. Jimin ran his hands over Namjoon’s muscular chest to appease him. He didn’t want him to leave. He suddenly thought this was a fantastic idea.

Ignoring the question he said, “Let’s see if I can help you get clean since you’re so very dirty.” He reached down between them with one hand and stroked Namjoon to attention. It didn’t take much effort. He liked Namjoon’s size. It was just right and hit all the right spots. He gave him his best sexy smile as he saw his breathing start to speed up. Namjoon was so easy to arouse. He leaned forward and flicked one of his nipples with his tongue, circling it while looking up at him, and then took it between his lips. He knew exactly how alluring he looked while he did it. That was part of what Jimin enjoyed about sex, the seduction, being desired, feeling beautiful and wanted.

Namjoon’s voice was suddenly deep. “Jimin...” it was a question, a request. Namjoon wasn’t good at asking for what he wanted during sex, but Jimin could usually figure it out. Anyhow, this was something they had practiced for years. He knew what to do and he knew when Namjoon was ready.

He removed his mouth, making a purposeful pop! sound as he did, licked his lips just for effect, and turned around in his arms. Namjoon’s mouth was on his neck as one hand slid down between Jimin’s cheeks. He spread his legs a bit more and felt a finger enter him. He was ready himself now, his own erection firm. He didn’t need a lot of preparation these days. Sometimes he preferred it without. A little burn turned into pleasure soon enough. But still, Namjoon was careful and considerate, sometimes more so than Jimin preferred. He would get impatient when he took too long. He lets Namjoon warm him up for a minute longer before whining. “I’m ready, I’m ready, Hyung!”

That did the trick. A moment later the fingers were gone and he felt Namjoon’s firmness enter him, stretching just enough but not too much, filling him slowly. It drove him crazy! Taehyung knew how to slap into Jimin in a way that made him crazy in a different way. This was just torture!

He pushed back against him suddenly so that Namjoon was fully inside him. Namjoon grunted, but he was used to Jimin’s impatience. He obliged and started pumping into him. The water made wet, sucking sounds as their skin slapped together.

Namjoon had one strong arm around Jimin’s chest, holding him in place, and the other on his hip to guide his movement. His hand stroked Jimin’s chest, brushing over his small, pert nipple, and then he rolled it between his fingers, sending a little shock of pleasure through him. Now they were getting somewhere! Jimin started to breathe hard, loving the feeling of being filled and fucked and desired.

And in the end this was why he continued to let this happen, because he liked sex and Namjoon knew just how to touch him and his cock was just the right size. And anyhow, didn’t everyone like to be admired?

Namjoon adjusted and went deeper, still moving too slowly for Jimin’s liking, but it hit the spot, literally, making him gasp and arch his back and neck, his head thrown back. He felt his knees give out and reached out, planting his hands on the shower wall to brace himself to keep from collapsing into a puddle.

Namjoon moved both his hands to Jimin’s hips now that he was braced, and increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Jimin couldn’t help but cry out. He managed to get one of his hands around his own cock without falling and quickly released. He felt melted, like he would collapse and swirl down the drain with the water. The last few minutes of Namjoon’s thrusts made his head light and then finally he came as well.

He pulled Jimin back against him again, both arms around him, and kissed his head and then his neck, as they both caught their breath. Jimin giggled.

“Now I’m dirty again.”

“I’ll clean you.” He sounded genuinely sorry to have caused Jimin to be dirty. He was so silly that way. Namjoon carefully pulled out with a little grunt then got the sponge, soaped it up, and ever so tenderly cleaned him front and back. Jimin giggled more and squirmed.

“You don’t have to do that. Ah! Sensitive!”

“Sorry.” Namjoon smiled at him, a charming crooked smile. Jimin reached up and touched his jaw and gave him a little kiss on the lips. They weren’t the sort to make out or anything, they just both enjoyed a little shower fun. They loved each other, but they weren’t in love. At least Jimin didn’t think they were. He wasn’t really sure what Namjoon was thinking when he looked at him like that. It started to make him feel embarrassed.

“If Hobi yells at us for using all the hot water I’m telling him it’s your fault.” Jimin said, then gave his hair one more rinse before stepping out and reaching for a towel. His legs were still jelly, but it felt good.

“He’ll know it was you.” Namjoon washed his hair, taking heed and going faster than he usually would.

“It isn’t my fault you seduced me!” He mocked shock as he patted himself dry.

“It’s your fault you’re so beautiful.” Now how could he tease Namjoon when he said such sweet things?

“Fine. Then we’ll tell him it was Seokjin.”

“That’ll work.”

Jimin wrapped the towel around his waist, blew Namjoon a little kiss, and left him to finish on his own. He peeked out the door to see if anyone was around and had been listening. Nothing any of them did was a secret, but sometimes he just didn’t want to deal with the knowing looks. The coast looked clear. He went to his room and closed the door.

“Have a nice shower?” He was started by the voice and jumped and then immediately laughed. It was just Tae, sitting on his bed, one leg crossed over the other. “That was a long one this time.”

“Mm. Yes. Very relaxing.” He went to his vanity and sat. He picked up a jar of lotion to start his nightly skincare routine. “Are you timing my showers?” Was it his imagination or did Taehyung sound agitated? That was unusual.

“You two better not have used up all the hot water.”

“Were you hoping to join in?” He joked, but it felt flat. Jimin glanced at Tae through the mirror of his vanity. Definitely agitated. But over what? It wasn’t unusual for members to still shower together from time to time even though there was no need anymore. Was it because it had been with Namjoon? Why would that matter? Was it because they had.../Oh/...

Taehyung stood and walked up behind Jimin. There was something cold about his demeanor that Jimin wasn’t sure he liked.

“No.” Taehyung slid his hands down the front of Jimin’s bare chest until his head rested on his shoulder. He looked at Jimin through the mirror. “I prefer you all to myself.”

Jimin felt himself blush. He wanted to make a joke, but none came out. He met Taehyung’s eyes in the mirror and he understood. He wasn’t agitated or cold, he was jealous and aroused. Jimin felt himself quicken again. This, he found, he did like.

Link to Part 2: