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„Who does she* even think she is?” Namjoon stormed into his room. He went straight to the sideboard and pulled out the half-bottle of whisky. He poured a shot and slugged it down nonstop. He would have preferred a cold beer, but the whiskey would do in pinch. Namjoon walked up to the window and looked out. He could see the dark-haired boy and Taehyung standing outside talking to Sowon as she said her goodbyes. The gang-leader turned away from it and walked over to a large, black sofa, that almost filled one corner of his room, putting his feet up the big coffee table in front. His room was indicative of the type of person he was — neat and orderly. Everything looked cozy and expensive and luxurious. He had nice furniture, a plush oriental rug, beautiful wood-end tables, floor to ceiling bookshelves with leather bound books and framed artwork adorned the walls. The frames were almost as exquisite as the artwork they held. A large screen television filled another corner. He poured in some more of his whiskey, taking another sip before he leaned his head back to close his eyes. The door to his room opened and closed again, but Namjoon didn’t need to look up to see who it was.
Jimin didn’t try to be quiet but his natural carefulness made his steps on the carpet just barely noticeable. Of course Namjoon would sense him nonetheless, but the leader trusted him enough to not even stirr or open his eyes. Jimin quietly got behind the couch the elder was sitting on and gently put his hands on Namjoons shoulders to test the waters. If Namjoon was agitated or stressed then Jimin was the one who could calm him down the best and also more quickly than anything else. But even he wasn’t immune to Namjoon’s anger and when the other was really angry or downright furious than touching him wasn’t really that...healthy. For no one. So it was always better to try carefully at first and if Namjoon accepted his touch he could go further.
The gang leader had only sighed a little which Jimin knew was a sign for him that he could keep going. So he did just that. Stroking down Namjoon’s shoulders he leaned closer to him and placed a chaste little kiss on the side of his jaw. “Are you stressed, baby?” It wasn’t really a question, it was pretty evident in the tight lines of Namjoon’s body and the creases in his brows, but Jimin wanted to give him an out if he didn’t want to talk about it, “Can I help you relax? Maybe I could take your mind off of it...the usual way?”
Simply Jimin’s presence was already soothing Namjoon, so he stayed there with his eyes closed just listening to his words. The sweet caresses made him relax into Jimin’s touch. “I don’t get why she’s so angry at me. I only tried to help,” Namjoon opened his eyes and looked at Jimin hovering over him, he reached out for his neck to pull him in for a sweet, chaste kiss. “Please do, babe,” Namjoon murmured and downed the rest of his whiskey. He grimaced at the strong taste as it burned down his throat. “He can be happy that I let him live with us. Stupid love fools,” Namjoon kept on talking, rubbing the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache settle in, “And now she even wants me to give them a bigger room…because I apparently owe him. And Taehyung fucking stole my car…only to leave it at that naïve boy’s house.” His angry gaze met Jimin’s, “I’m the boss here.” “Of course you are,” The fond smile gave away how Jimin really felt about Namjoon’s rant. He knew that Namjoon cared a lot and even though he pretended to be angry he was rather some kind of mafia-leader-pouty right now and sulking because his pride had been hurt. Jimin knew that he respected Sowon for talking straight with him and not caring for his rank or the danger other people saw in him. Still, under all the masks and tactics and scheme and self-defensive-behaviour Namjoon was just an incredibly young man who was sulking if someone verbally backed him into a corner and made demands that Namjoon knew he would (have to) give in to. So it was on Jimin to make him feel powerful and valued again - and he enjoyed his “job” a lot.
Rounding the couch he got easily on Namjoons lap, spreading his thighs wide enough so that Namjoon didn't even have to move at all while Jimin got himself comfortable. “Maybe it’s good for Taehyung to have someone. You know how irritable he can get if he can't get rid of all his excessive energy. I’m sure Jungkook will do a good job in tiring him out. It might have a calming effect on Tae so he’s even more concentrated on missions and if it doesn't work out you can still throw that kid out, or sell him to another gang,” Jimin kept a perfectly straight face while he wound his arms around Namjoons neck, “Let Tae have his little toy. Just like you got me...”
Namjoon grunted at Jimin’s words. He knew the other was right and what even worse was, that he knew it would be better for Taehyung to let Jungkook stay with him. His arm sneaked around Jimin’s waist to pull him in. The gang-leader leaned in closer as he pulled on Jimin’s collar to expose his collarbone, kissing him there softly before he possessively bit into the soft skin, sucking and licking at the sweet taste that was Jimin. “You know I won’t sell him out to anyone else,” Namjoon murmured angrily, leaving a trail of wet kisses along Jimin’s neck, before he pulled away again, his hand gripping Jimin’s chin to make sure he would look into his eyes. “I want Yoongi to give Jungkook some kind of work. Maybe he’s good for something,” Namjoon furrowed his brows as he spoke up again, “Make sure that he’s not in our way…oh and… just to remind you…,” Namjoon’s hold on Jimin had gotten a little tighter as he threw the other around harshly and under him, “You’re mine… you thought I wouldn’t find out that you had kissed him, hm?”
Jimin gasped in fake shock and pretended to fight a little against Namjoons hold. The truth was that he loved it when Namjoon got a little possessive, which also meant that he loved teasing Namjoon. It was a common game between them and one that both of them found joy in. For Jimin it was the thrill of flirting with someone else, testing how good he still was at seducing someone. It boosted his confidence while also upping his adrenaline level because he knew sooner or later Namjoon would find out and claim him as his again. Which made him feel loved and valued - and owned in a way that had his cheeks growing hot and his blood even hotter. Jealous sex was something he enjoyed a lot, because Namjoon didn’t hold back in marking him up and making him lose himself until the other one’s name was the only thing on his mind. It was his way of stress relief just as well as it was Namjoon’s. Of course he didn’t surrender that easily though, “I’m not his babysitter, Namjoon. And I’m not even sorry for kissing him. Have you seen him? He’s cute as hell and he kisses with the same passion he threw himself into the mission. If Tae hadn’t immediately claimed ownership of him I might have tried to get into his pants. Do you think he would have let me? He seemed to like it when I kissed him. His lips are really soft and... he’s so willing. I bet he’d sound beautifully if I...”
Namjoon pulled Jimin in roughly, holding him close and gripping the others waist, cupping his head through his soft hair. He kissed him hard, engulfing him in sudden heat and passion. He could feel Jimin’s heartbeat against his chest, hear his shallow breathing as the leader kissed along his neck and ran his hands up and down Jimin’s body. He wanted him so badly, his hands shook and he fought against the urge to take him roughly, push into him and demand he’d tell him over and over that he was his - and onlyhis.
“You’re mine, do you understand?” Namjoon’s hand settled around Jimin’s neck as he gazed deep into the others eyes, “Now, didn’t you want to calm me down and not anger me further. Such bad behavior, tsk... though I am the one who’s in charge and tells you what to do, right? Do I need to remind you?”
It wasn’t easy to keep up the fight while everything in him wanted to melt under Namjoon’s touch and let the other take what he needed. He was starving for another kiss, for another one of those rough-but-careful touches that only Namjoon could give him. Still he answered the older with a darin tone. “Hm, maybe you do. Because as far as I remember we aren’t explicitly exclusive. So technically I could just go out and find myself someone nice to spend the night with whenever I want. Who says I haven’t done just that a few nights ago? Think you would notice If someone else fucked me before?” Jimin’s body betrayed him as he opened his thighs for Namjoon to fit better in between and get closer to him.
What he said held some truth, even though they had been sleeping with each other for years on a regular basis, they never had been ‘officially’ together. Namjoon had told him right from the start that he “didn’t do relationships”. And after everything that had happened in his life thinking about being someone’s “boyfriend” made Jimin feel confined and nauseous. Despite what he liked to tease Namjoon with, he did not sleep with other people for fun but he still enjoyed having the option to do so if he pleased. And it also gave him the opportunity to kiss cute little newly found members like Jungkook without hurting anyone’s feelings. Which was perfect because feelings were… complicated and scary. They made you awfully vulnerable and Jimin hated that. Almost as much as he hated being away from Namjoon for too long.
“You won’t,” Namjoon hissed dangerously, “You’re fucking mine and you know that.” Namjoon pressed his body against him and ran kisses down the others neck. With one hand he ripped his shirt open. To undo each button was unthinkable. His need was too big. “But let me remind you,” Namjoon whispered, biting into Jimin’s skin again and marking him up, “Just to make sure, right?” He grinned devilishly as he let his hand roam Jimin’s naked chest and watched him with hungry eyes. Just then Namjoon got up and Jimin could feel the warmth leaving him right away so he whined a little. “Show me who you belong to,” Namjoon ordered and watched Jimin’s demeanor change completely while he leaned onto the edge of his bed, observing the young boy closely as he followed him. It was always this game of push and pull between them and Namjoon loved it. Jimin was the only one who was able to relax him and keep his mind off things. And Namjoon couldn’t believe that someone as angelic as Jimin was “his” to take in the first place. He smiled when Jimin came closer and reached out for the beautiful boy, “You’re only mine, right?”
“Of course I am. Yours to do with as you please - for as long as you want to have me,” Jimin knew how much of a turn on it was for Namjoon if he went pliant after a while, giving himself over to him. And to be honest he enjoyed it just as much. In his ‘job’ he had to keep up his guard at all times because one single second of not concentrating enough could literally mean his death. It wasn’t easy to decide who was trustworthy and who wasn’t. Namjoon was the exception to all of this. Jimin had known and trusted him before he even thought about joining his gang and he knew he was safe with him no matter what. So giving up control completely was refreshing and arousing at the same time and something that he desperately needed if he hadn’t had the chance to get it for a while. So he indulged himself wholly into this game of desire and control, letting Namjoon take what he needed.
The husky pleas, combined with the sensual movements of Jimin’s body over his, removed him sufficiently from reality each time. Namjoon kissed him, teeth biting into the plump bottom lip. Jimin looked beautiful, his face and body flushed, his lips swollen with his kisses, his eyes glazed with passion. For him and him only.
“Mine,” Namjoon’s rough breaths fanned his delicate skin and Jimin shivered as electric need sizzled through him. This time Namjoon’s kisses were hard and punishing, tasting him, biting and telling him exactly who he belonged to. The dark growls of his name struck him to the core all night.
It was incredibly easy to get lost in this pleasure, especially because Namjoon made sure that he was teasing as much pleasure out of Jimin as he possibly could. Afterwards Jimin always felt spend and exhausted although the good kind of it (not like after a long night mission or too many fights). It helped him sleep and sometimes on very rare occasions Namjoon actually let him fall asleep in his bed - or even in his arms. Jimin loved waking up in the middle of the night or right before dawn, when he had still enough time to come toslowly and nice. Namjoon was so guarded all the time that being allowed to watch him sleep was the greatest indication of trust the older could offer him. This time however Jimin fell asleep so quickly that it was Namjoon who was left awake to watch him sleep.
Jimin’s naked body felt warm against his skin and Namjoon pulled him in a little closer. His lips were searching for Jimin’s again, nibbling it gently. His husky voice was muffled as he snuggled closer against his naked flesh, his arms holding him tightly. “Fuck, what are you doing to me, Minnie?” Namjoon whispered and let himself fall back, feeling exhausted, “I surrender.” Namjoon turned his head, watching Jimin sleep peacefully. He pulled the blanket over the other and smiled faintly. Jimin was perfection personified. Namjoon’s eyes remained fixed on his lips – strayed down his shoulders then back up to his lips. He wondered sometimes, if he was falling in love with him. It had never happened to him before, that sort of thing. Sometimes he believed he was in love with him, yes. Head over heels. Absurd, he thought. Absolute rubbish. He’d never been in love, never. Not even when he was a young teen. Lust and desire was what he was familiar with, but what he felt now was something completely different. A fluttering in his stomach, a tension in his chest.
No – all he wanted was to get Jimin in between his sheets. He had to reminded himself of that each time. Jimin was just his little angel that helped him from time to time to relax. He groaned, knowing very well that it wasn’t true. He wanted more than that. Much more. He knew he had to protect Jimin forever and that he needed him to stay by his side. There was something between them that neither could deny. It was like this from the day they had met.
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If you asked Jimin what his childhood had been like he would mostly just shrug his shoulders and tell you that it wasn’t perfect but nothing out of the ordinary. The other members could only assume that he was downplaying the truth but only Namjoon knew for sure. Even to him Jimin hadn’t opened up fully, but the way they met all those years ago had led to one or two conversations that had Namjoon guessing how the other had ended up there.There being the Stripclub slash underground brothel where Jimin had been working at for years, before Namjoon had ran into him by accident one fateful night :
Namjoon was slightly drunk and mad when he stumbled into the brothel. The flashing lights of the sign outside was making him blink for a few times, before he stepped inside. He was welcomed by a familiar smell, pungent with the unmistakable whiff of raw sex and the warmth he so desperately was searching for.
Namjoon felt like shit. His ribs and shoulders were aching like hell and he wanted to relax and take his mind off everything he was thinking about right now. Walking over to the reception, he asked for a particular boy - Minhyuk. When the girl on the other side told him that he wasn’t there, Namjoon groaned in anger. He always asked for the same boy, for as long as he could remember. Rubbing his hands over his face, Namjoon’s face grew paler than it already was. “Then give me someone else,” He hissed, “Girl, boy – I don’t fucking care.” She nodded anxiously, before she went around and led Namjoon through the brothel. Namjoon turned his head, as they walked past the stage, were men - all attired in suits and dinner jackets - grouped around the stages and enjoyed the show. The dancer on stage was down to skin and bone but they were cheering for her as if that was a normal thing to see. Namjoon turned his attention back to the girl in front of him, who was quietly guiding him to the end of the long hallway and into one of the most luxurious rooms. She bowed fearfully, as she closed the door and quickly went to the backstage area. She busted through the door and looked around anxiously, searching for the only one who just had their client cancelled.
Jimin.
Jimin was used to getting the more “difficult” customers but even he prefered it if the person he would spend the night with (or the next few minutes at least) greeted him with a smile. This time he didn’t have that much ‘luck’. But he had guessed that much when the reception girl that he had forgotten the name of (they never stayed for too long after all, most of the people here tried to get enough money to leave this shithole of a place as quickly as possible, so there wasn’t really a point in making friends) had approached him nervously, whispering something about a customer who had wanted Minhyuk and that he should deal with now, because the other boy was somewhere else and apparently this customer was too important to send away.
They only served the important ones in the rooms on the second floor, the one that you could only reach if you went behind the stage. On the outside (and for the police and everyone else sent by the city control who was investigating every once in a while) they were just a nice little stripclub where the owner was so friendly as to let some of his employees sleep in the same building if they didn’t have somewhere to stay. At least that was how he explained the rooms on the second floor which had so many beds and personal stuff in them.
Jimin was still half in his stage outfit when he had been ushered up to serve that customer so he was wiping his face off with a tissue on the way up, getting rid of his little sleeveless sequin jacket on the stairs and hoping that the new customer (or at least new to him) wasn’t opposed to the laced up boots that he couldn't get rid of before he was in his room.
Jimin opened the door without knocking and gave the man who was sitting on his bed a broad smile and a cheeky wink, walking in as if he owned the room (well most of the stuff in here he kinda did) before walking past him and sitting down into the chair to get rid of his boots. While he loosened the lacing he send a few glances the man's way, wondering how someone so young and nonviolent-looking could scare the receptionists so much that she had practically taken him off stage.
“So...Mister…,” He had no idea how he should refer to that guy, normally he got instructions beforehand, telling him if he was supposed to act sweet and submissive or dominant but here he didn’t have a clue so he decided to hell with it and act a little bit flirty, the way a lot of his customers liked it. “Come here often? I don’t remember seeing you here - and I definitely would have remembered you, so good looking, with a face like yours,” Jimin delivered his lines with a smile, finally being able to put the boots aside which left him in a sweaty and really revealing piece of practically nothing as a shirt, dark booty shorts that he had worn on stage before and bare feet. He tucked them under, deciding to stay on his current seat until he knew what that pissed-off-looking guy expected of him.
Namjoon cocked his head to the side as he watched the young boy closely, taking all of him in with his hungry eyes. “Good-looking,” Namjoon mocked Jimin’s tone a little as he leaned back on his elbows. He let his hands caress the softness of the blanket underneath him. Namjoon contemplated for a while if he wanted to tell the other his name but decided against it. The young boy was looking at him with wide and curious eyes, his lips plump and inviting him for a kiss but Namjoon let his gaze wander. He could see that the other was either working out a lot or the muscles he had were all from the dancing. His soft features and handsomeness stood in a strange contrast to the whole scenario. “I only ask for Minhyuk each time,” Namjoon said and turned towards the angelic looking boy, “So you better suck as good as he does. What’s your name, angel?”
Jimin ignored the question in favour of flirting further. “You can call me whatever you like, babe. And knowthat you normally prefer Minhyuk but you don’t have to worry about that. You can fuck me just the way you normally fuck him. If that’s what you are into.” He got out of his chair and walked over, sinking down to his knees fluidly in front of Namjoon.“So.. you want me to blow you? Like this?” He placed his hands on the man’s thighs, tracing upwards to get the game going. A blowjob definitely wasn’t something out of the ordinary so maybe this person wasn’t as difficult to handle as he had initially thought and if he was lucky he could go back on stage in half an hour.
“No, no, you’re doing it wrong,” Namjoon groaned, feeling on edge as he pulled the boy off him again. Namjoon was agitated. He just wanted to let go of all the tension ins his body, but there he was with a boy kneeling in front of him that didn’t even really know how to do it right. Rightlike Minhyuk always did. He let Jimin work him up further at first, his hands playing with his zipper but now he was starting to talk too much, asking him how he liked it and if he should do more of this...or that... and it was driving Namjoon mad. So mad, that he caught Jimin’s hair and pulled him up to his chest and pushed him up onto the bed. “Do you ever stop talking?” Namjoon grunted, hovering over the other, his dangerous tone so different from his tender and soft touch.
“If you want me to I can shut up immediately” Jimin answered promptly which was a bit counterproductive because a) he was still talking and b) if he really shut up now then he still didn’t know what the man wanted from him. Apparently he was doing it ‘wrong’ even though the other had told him that Minhyuk had blown him but maybe today his customer wanted to try something new? What made it even more difficult was that the guy was totally sending mixed signals here. He was tense and gripping him roughly, burying his finger in Jimin’s hair but instead of hurting him a little (as Jimin was used to) he let him go the minute he had positioned Jimin where he wanted him to.
Jimin licked his lips in thought and noticed how the man’s eyes followed the movement. If a blowjob wasn’t what the other wanted right now then he should probably just start with kissing. If that was too vanilla for his new customer than the other would surely just tell him so. Jimin leaned in, pressing his lips to Namjoon’s mouth. He was a bit thrown off balance by the way the other let him take control of the kiss at first but soon enough he kissed him back. Content with finally having something to do the other seemed to enjoy Jimin started to make out with him in earnest, kissing him again, his plush lips softly brushing against Namjoon’s over and over again, waiting for Namjoon to tell him what to do next.
It felt good to feel Jimin’s soft lips. He needed someone to hold on to right now. Everything in him ached for affection in some way. He needed to feel normal and alright. Namjoon had been feeling off for too long now. Nothing was going the way it was supposed to in business, so he needed to gain his control back in some other way. But that angelic looking boy underneath him still wasn’t Minhyuk - and Namjoon had a hard time adjusting to new things. Still the need to feel someone next to him was bigger than anything else right now.
The warmth of Jimin’s body was seeping through his skin and he could feel himself relax into him. Kissing his way down Jimin’s neck, he quickly pulled off the boy’s shirt. Just when he wanted to lean in again he noticed some bruises along Jimin’s hip and chest. He let his fingers trace along them featherlight, not wanting to hurt the other, before he placed a soft kiss right on top. “You should be careful,” Namjoon’s husky voice whispered against Jimin’s skin, before gazing up and into his eyes. “The world is a nasty place,” He dragged Jimin’s lips open with his thumb, “You’re too soft,… so pure.”
Jimin almost broke into laughter at Namjoon’s unexpected words but he kept himself together. Telling the other that talking as if he wanted to shield him from harm while paying him for sex was a little bit duplicitous would only anger him. And if he wanted to think of Jimin as some pure ethereal being that needed to be rescued - well, whatever the customer wanted him to be, he could be it.
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* Sowon, Hoseok's wife.
Likes to talk back at Namjoon ;)