The morning following a good night's rest, Jimin finds himself sitting at the kitchen table, waiting patiently however with bated breath for Jeongguk to get up. It has been a week since the latter had brought up not only the masquerade party but also mentioned the idea of a gift. It isn't often that he's given and in fact it has been awhile since he's gotten a present from somebody. The last he recalls is before his parents drifted away permanently.
His finger draws a specific pattern over the table, naturally dark trails embedded into the oak. A cool morning breeze rushes in through the parted window, encouraging his flowy pajama top to dance. Goosebumps speckle along his arms as well as his bare legs, however a more prominent chill runs down his spine the second he spots Jeongguk standing at the end of the hallway with nothing on but a pair of loose cotton pants.
"How long have you been up, Darling?" Jeongguk approaches the table, leaning against it with his arms.
Jimin looks at his arms, enamored by his husky morning voice and endeared by his messy bedhead. He peers up at him. "I haven't been up for very long. I wanted to stay and cuddle but I couldn't stop fidgeting so I decided to get up. I didn't want to wake you. You don't get much sleep," he explains.
"Sweetheart." Jeongguk positions himself behind Jimin, stretching his arms out on either side of him, leaning against the table, eclipsing his stature. "I would rather wake up in bed next to you."
"I'm sorry," Jimin apologizes, looking down. Lips graze his nape and it's like a shock of electricity is sent throughout his entire body. A hand settles on his small waist, massaging gently. "Jeongguk," he drawls, almost as if he's tasted alcohol.
"Yes, Darling?" Jimin can feel the man's lips curve into a smirk over the back of his neck. His small fingers tighten over the hem of his top, like an instinct to try and keep himself grounded. "What is it?"
"You know what." Jimin's reply is blunt but it's weak, much like he always is when he's being touched by Jeongguk, tended to by fingertips that feel like soft feathers.
Jeongguk sniffs with merriment, drawing his hand from Jimin's waist to his thigh, beneath the big shirt. The latter shivers, curling his fingers into his palms. "I do, but you like it."
Driven into a powerless state, the huff Jimin releases is hardly audible. He leans back into his chair and he spreads his thighs apart, allowing his head to fall against the back rest. He's looking up at Jeongguk who has already been eager to catch the obedient, giving look in his eyes.
While they look at one another, Jeongguk's hand moves from Jimin's inner thigh, over to his panties and on top of the imprint of his cock. Jimin gasps with trembling lips and his eyes flutter.
Starting off slow, Jeongguk's palm rubs deeply into it and Jimin moans softly, desperately reaching his arms back to secure around the blond's neck. "Please," the submissive whispers.
Jeongguk's smirk dissolves when he leans down to connect his lips with Jimin's. He continues to rub him through his panties while he kisses him, sucking intently on his full lips. When they part for him, their tongues graze and tangle in the heat of the moment.
Pushing aside the panties, Jeongguk's fingers wrap around Jimin's hard cock. His hair is gripped and he's pulled down deeper into Jimin's mouth, tasting all of him. His hand lowers and rises at a steady pace, thumb brushing over the latter's length to tease his slit to draw but also swallow another delicate moan.
Jimin hums continuously into Jeongguk's mouth, hips jerking with each stroke. He can feel himself approaching his release, fingers threading further into the man's blond hair. He pulls eagerly, gasping once he pulls back to lick a stripe over his lips.
"Go ahead, Darling." Jimin doesn't hesitate, allowing himself to come undone. He finishes in Jeongguk's hand, body slacking against the chair. He pants, locking his eyes with the blond's as he comes around the side, kneeling down before him.
Jimin reaches for Jeongguk's soiled hand, running his tongue over his fingers and his palm to taste himself. He keeps his eyes open, locked with the blond's. The man watches with pretty lips quirked into a reverent smirk.
"Always so good for me, aren't you, Darling?" Jeongguk drops a praise and Jimin hums, nodding his head while sucking fervently on the man's forefinger.
"You deserve the whole world. But you know that, don't you?" When Jimin releases Jeongguk's hand, the latter drags his thumb over the submissive's bottom lip, admiring the crimson that coats his mouth. "And so much more."
"You can show all of it to me. The world," Jimin pants.
"And I will." Jeongguk leans in to kiss Jimin once more. Rather than it being driven by lust, it's tender and although equally as passionate, compelled by a slowness to ease quickly beating hearts.
"Let me wash you up. I'll cook you some breakfast and show you your gift. How does that sound." Jeongguk's clean fingers cards through Jimin's black hair.
"Okay." Jimin pulls on his bottom lip, nodding his head. They connect their hands and make their way to the bathroom.
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Jimin sits on the foot of the bed in his bathrobe, waiting for Jeongguk who finishes up in the bathroom. He plays with the rope holding it together, rubbing his sock clad feet together. A box is placed beside him and he looks up to meet Jeongguk's smiling face and the anticipating glint in his brown eyes.
"Open it up, Darling." Jeongguk sits beside him once Jimin grabs it, placing it in his lap.
"It's heavy," he points out, running his fingers over the golden ribbed detailing of the black box in awe.
"I had it custom made just for you. I hope you like it." Jeongguk places his hand on the small of Jimin's back, studying how his fingers already handle the box as though it's porcelain.
Jimin breaks into a smile, nipping on his bottom lip while giddy with uncontained excitement. He lifts the lid off of the box and his lips part and his eyes shine.
Inside of the box, which soon to be in his hands, is a gun. Instead of it being the typical combination of black and silver, it has been altered to fit Jimin's style. With what appears to be a carefully thought out design of crimson red, accompanied by an imprint of black lace.
Jimin twists it around in his hands gently, inspecting every inch of it precisely. Visibly, it has been crafted with care and persistent, calculated thoughts. He expects Jeongguk to be capable of nothing less and not only the design of it but also the gesture takes the wind out of him. He looks over at Jeongguk who awaits a verbal response expectantly.
"Do you like it, Darling?" Jeongguk asks.
Letting out a small squeak, Jimin places the gun to the side and tackles Jeongguk onto the bed, straddling him. "I love it. Thank you," he leans over and kisses him on his lips, enveloped further by a sense of unwavering security as hands grip his hips. "Where did you get it?" he asks.
"I have my connections, Darling." Jeongguk sits up, looking into Jimin's pretty eyes. The latter breaks into a set of giggles when the man dips into his neck, placing chaste kisses. "I want you to be completely protected tonight. The boys will be coming but you can never be too cautious when it comes to the people you treasure most."
"And you'll bring your own?" Jimin places his palm against Jeongguk's cheek.
"Always." The rest of the morning is spent relaxing, thus leading up the preparation of the evening.
Once it's later at night, precisely nine, Jeongguk and Jimin make their way to where the masquerade party is being hosted. During the drive, Jimin admires the new firearm in his posession. Unconsciously, he glides it over his leg, reminiscent. When Jeongguk had him pinned and touched him with one. When he was fucked with one. When he took somebody else's life with one. When he reaches his upper thigh, he pulls away and exhales. He needs to focus. This is Jeongguk's night.
Jimin's gaze then falls to his reflection in the side mirror. Rather than sporting the pink set of lingerie he intended to, this one is crimson red, embellished with lace. Not only does it match his collar, but it also matches his gun. His raven hair is parted down the middle, reaching his lashes. Just long enough to be tucked behind his ear which is something Jeongguk does often. He also wears a small black jacket, a place where he can tuck his gun.
"Are you excited?" Jimin looks over at Jeongguk, impelled to look over his outfit once more.
This being a given, Jeongguk's outfit is black. His slacks, his sleek dress shoes, dress shirt as well as jacket. His blond hair is pushed back only slightly yet parted to the right, showcasing his undercut. Looking just as polished and as handsome as he always does. Most likely intimidating to most people, but not to Jimin.
They pull up to the building and although the event only began ten minutes ago, the parking lot is packed. Despite Jeongguk being the main host, the rest of the men of Asphyxiation are already there, granting leeway to show up a tiny bit later.
"You're going to absolutely love it, Darling," Jeongguk states after placing his car in park, marveling in Jimin's beauty.
"Have you ever brought anybody to one of these?" Jimin questions, curious.
"No," Jeongguk replies, leaning over the console to push Jimin's hair behind his ear and peck him on his lips. "You're the first and you'll be the last."
Jimin smiles with pride swelling in his chest. Jeongguk gets out of the vehicle first, rounding it to open the passenger door for him. Jimin grabs the blond's hand and is helped out. It's a little chilly but he expects it to warm up once they get inside with all of the other people who are attending.
They join hands and Jimin smiles, clinging to Jeongguk's side as they make their way into the large building. His mouth parts in awe and his eyes glisten, reflecting the bewitching sight of lit chandeliers hanging from the roof, stretching all the way to the second level which is reached by a grandiose staircase. Stewards as well as stewardesses tend to the attendees needs, offering champagne and bite-sized appetizers on platters.
Some are dressed in suits, meanwhile others dressed in lingerie similarly to the men and women who enjoy the party. Jimin has never felt so included and safe with a cluster of people. He can't help but admire all of them. Especially the masks because they're all so uniquely their own.
Suddenly they're being approached by a couple people. Jimin notices who they are as soon as he spots the clip-on car ears situated on Yoongi's head. Needless to say, the man is dressed up in lingerie with faux cat fur, as well as a tail. The loop of a leash is gripped within Hoseok's hand.
"Nicely done, Hyung," Jeongguk compliments Hoseok who strokes Yoongi's mint hair caringly.
"She deserved to be found like that. It was a good call. As you know the rest of the men are here tonight and although they're entertaining the guests, they're also keeping their eyes pealed. You should, too," Hoseok suggests.
"Always." Jeongguk places his hand on Hoseok's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "Let me know if anything comes up, alright?"
The crimson haired man nods his head. He gives the leash a small tug and Yoongi follows him into the crowd, vanishing within the plethora of exposed skin and suits.
Jimin pulls on his bottom lip while tugging on Jeongguk's sleeve carefully. "Do you think Daeshim will show up tonight?" he asks warily.
"We have two men at each door and several inside of the building, Darling. Although security is high, it's impossible to tell what he's capable of. Just stay by my side and try to enjoy yourself, okay? My eyes will never leave you. Not even once," Jeongguk places his hand on Jimin's waist, pulling him in closer.
Jimin nods his head. He wraps his arm around Jeongguk's back and they wander through the crowd of passionate bodies. They're stopped a few times as Jeongguk does his job, trying to maintain a reputation without his BDSM club in business. As far as Jimin can tell, not much has changed. He's still looked up to just the same and others eye him and speak to him with esteem. He's beyond the word influential in his field of work.
Jimin observes the crowd while Jeongguk finishes up speaking with a man. He catches a pair of eyes in the distance and although half of his face is covered, he knows just exactly who it is with his large belly and ring-covered fingers. His gaze is enough to make Jimin cower behind Jeongguk.
"Excuse me, please," Jeongguk says with a smile once he notices Jimin's behavior. The man he speaks with leaves and the blond twists on his heel, only to have Jimin wedged between his arms like a magnet. "Hey, what's going on?" he asks.
"You failed to send an invitation." Jeongguk's jaw strains at the voice sounding so similar to nails on chalkboard. He turns around.
"Usually those who fail to receive invitations aren't invited." Jeongguk positions himself so that Jimin is completely hidden behind him. He stretches his arms backward, keeping his hands on him. A face burrows between his shoulder blades and fingers furl around his jacket.
"And so it only makes sense that I took matters into my own hands and invited myself." Chin-hwa caresses the stubble on his chin, raising a brow. "Is everything alright? Jimin doesn't look so good," he smiles.
"What do you think? I find it funny that you only face me when in public. You really are afraid of me, aren't you?" Jeongguk questions.
The man laughs. "How can I be afraid of the very thing I created? I know what you're capable of, Jeongguk. I raised you and deep down, you know you would never shoot me. No matter how badly you itch to do it." His lips rise into a cocky smirk.
Jeongguk exhales deeply, taking one step closer. He reaches for his gun and keeps it hidden beneath his jacket, pressing the barrel of it into the man's large stomach. "You're so sure of yourself, aren't you?" Jeongguk husks and although Chin-hwa doesn't appear frightened, the smug expression lined by his years of age vanishes.
"You mean nothing to me. It would make no difference to me if you were gone." He gives the gun another little push, sharp eyes boring into those recessed. Chin-hwa's chest puffs and he pushes the gun away.
"You're getting too ahead of yourself, Jeongguk. I came here to discuss something with you." Chin-hwa fixes his suit jacket, smoothing it out.
"I have no desire to speak to you."
"Not even if I tell you who ran your parents off of the road?" Chin-hwa pitches, smiling as soon as he claims Jeongguk's attention.
Jimin peers up, avoiding Chin-hwa's eyes. But he can see the way Jeongguk's body grows increasingly stiff.
"I told you I don't care who did it. Get the fuck out." Jeongguk's eyes sharpen and narrow.
Chin-hwa lifts his arm to check his watch. His eyes are hooded when he looks Jeongguk over. His gaze averts to Jimin. "It was Jimin's parents."
Everything slows down. Jimin can feel his blood run cold and his eyes water over because it isn't true. It can't be true. Jeongguk holds back as much as he possibly can, gripping Chin-hwa by his tie. He jerks him forward.
"You're fucking lying," he mutters dangerously low with malice in his eyes.
The old man simply smiles. "How do you think Daeshim knew about Jimin?" he presses.
Jeongguk's grip tightens around the man's tie. A few people notice. "That's fucking bullshit and you know it. Daeshim and Jimin went to school together. Daeshim is only two years older than me. How could any of this been kept a fucking secret?" he rasps.
The old man's eyebrow cocks. The smug look on his face doesn't falter, not even for a second. "Because your brother was in on all of it, Jeongguk. Why do you think he's as abusive as he is? Him and your parents were close, you, not so much. Of course he's going to inflict pain on the person closest to those responsible that he can reach. And Jimin... you just made it all so easy."
Feeling pressure in his chest, it's like all oxygen is being depleted from Jimin's lungs. It's getting harder to breathe the longer Chin-hwa speaks.
"W-where did my parents go?" Jimin stutters with soaked, red cheeks.
The old man places a hand on his waist, pushing back some of his suit jacket, revealing his gun. "I killed them."
Not only are things slow, but they start to spin. Jimin's knees clash with the floor and his hands clamp over his mouth. He's sobbing into his palms and now they've garnered a bigger audience.
In the heat of the moment, Jeongguk reaches for his own gun, even though Chin-hwa has an advantage with his hand already being on top of his own.
Jimin's ears ring as soon as the first shot is fired. His hands fall over his ears and he huddles into a ball, waiting for it to end.
When it does, it's like a piercing silence. Jimin's vision is blurry and his head begins to throb with the shrieking coming from both men and women. He looks up very slowly to find that Jeongguk has been hit in the shoulder.
But Chin-hwa is laying on the floor with three bullet holes in his chest and vacant eyes. His gun is resting limply in his hand.
"J-Jeongguk." Jimin clamors onto his feet, inspecting his shoulder. "Are you okay?" His voice is shaky, as are his hands.
But he doesn't get a response from Jeongguk. All that he can hear is chaos unfolding in the distance. And all that is left to wonder is whether or not this is the truth.