Ciel [Yoonmin]

3.

Jungkook smiled as he stepped in the room. The man in front of his eyes was sitting on a chair. His leg was crossed over the other.

He was holding a glass of red wine. Red wine. That had always been his favorite. Jungkook wasn't a fan of alcohol, but loved to taste the wine on his lips.

He titled his head to the side with a mocking stare. Shit, the way he carried himself was so indescribably sexy. His aura screamed divine. This man was the literal definition of glorious.

Jungkook quickly bowed down attempting to keep a straight face. Overall, he needed to show respect. Though they had seen each other for nearly a year he was still the superior one.

"I'm sorry I was late."

The man stood up from the chair and approached him picking up his chin. "Don't apologize. How about you make it up to me?" He smirked taking another sip of the wine.

A bit of residue was left on his plumped pretty pink lips. Jungkook's mouth watered at the sight. All he wanted was to kiss him and show him how much he belonged to him.

Whatever he wanted, whatever he needed, and any time or any day. Jungkook was there like always. Even if it was simply for pleasure. He could deal with that as long as it made him happy.

Jungkook broke into a smile nodding obediently. "Why of course T—."

He clicked his tongue while moving his finger from side to side. "No, no. What have I told you to call me?" He asked grabbing him by the neck and pulling him closer. The action was a bit brusque and it made Jungkook's knees weaken.

"Sir," He whispered the breath knocked out of him.

"Good boy."

Jungkook closed his eyes as Taehyung pampered him with soft kissed. He had always had idiolozed art and been a lover of it.

That's why he worshiped Kim Taehyung.

•••

"Why do you let him do that to you?" Jungkook asked looking over at his coworker who was attentively mixing concealers to get his shade.

Jimin turned to face him and raised both eyebrows in confusion. "Do what? What are we talking about exactly?"

"The marks. Doesn't it hurt?"

Jimin shrugged, "Nah. I'm used to it." He said blending in the concealer on his neck to hide the yellowish marks.

"Hmm." He said removing his shirt.

Jimin looked over at him and smirked. He had a purple hickey on his chest. "Why do you let him do that to you then?" He questioned in return.

Jungkook smiled timidly, "It's different. He's the only one that I let do this." He commented throwing on a hoodie.

"What's so different about him? Because he's super rich?" He asked trying to not sound too interested.

Deep down, it upset him how everyone else that worked here was involved with one of those men. Jimin had been here nearly two years and the furthest he had gotten was sleeping with a few semi wealthy guys.

"No. It's not that. I don't know...he's just different you know? When I'm with him...I feel really happy. Have you ever been in love? Being with him, makes me feel like it's love. I can't explain it."

"Love? No. What is that?" He sarcastically replied.

"Come on. You're telling me you've never fallen in love before?"

"No. Love is pointless and heartbreak is a bitch. Who will knowingly fall in love on purpose?" He chuckled bitterly.

It wasn't until the silence hit that Jimin looked at him. He was packing up his stuff avoiding eye contact. He could tell that his comment had in a way upset him.