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Author's Note: Buckle in for a wild ride. I just really, really like the sex in this chapter. You won't believe what happens next. Save your comments for the end, but please, please do leave comments. 

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About one week after Mingyu returned home, he was finally on his feet again. He arrived at Jimin’s office early with a basket full of lunch.

“You look incredibly hot for someone just getting over COVID,” Jimin teased.

“I felt like shit. Sorry I had to stay away from you but I felt it was best considering how busy you are. We can’t really take the chance of you getting sick, especially right before you travel to Miami.”

“I appreciate your kindness. And you’re right, getting sick right now would be pretty bad timing. Sooooo, how was it? We haven’t really had a chance to talk. What’s the status?”

“That’s right, since this is the first project that I’ve done without your oversight, you have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Nope, now spill so I can judge you and tell you you’re doing it all wrong,” Jimin teased.

Ming touched his husband’s cheek, “You’re in such a good mood. You look fantastic, like the weight of a thousand moons has been lifted off of your shoulders.”

“I feel fantastic. It’s been a long month, but a good one. Now tell me about it!” Jimin combed through the picnic basket nibbling out of the different dishes that Mingyu had prepared.

“The demolition was done right there while I was onsite. The Japanese are so efficient with their engineering. Me and the main engineer did all of the framework virtually and then as soon as the building was down, our infrastructure was up within a week. Fucking amazing.”

“Yes! I’ve been looking to expand more into that market. I think watching how you do this is going to help me learn.”

“Yea. Here are a few pictures.” Mingyu pulled all of the different plastic containers out of the basket and lined them up along the table. He pointed his chopsticks at each one as he explained what they were.

Jimin didn’t really care what they were. He was hungry and every single one that he sampled tasted delicious. He was going to eat them all. They spent the next hour talking about Mingyu’s Japan project in greater detail. But just before Mingyu packed up to leave, he brought up another sore topic that Jimin was not pleased to talk about.

“I’ve uh…I’ve invited Taemin over this friday. I hope you don’t mind. I mean you shouldn’t mind. Last time we did what you wanted. That didn’t work out so well.”

“It worked great for me,” Jimin laughed.

“Not funny. Jeongguk crossed the line. I consider him a friend and I accept that he made a mistake but he had no right to touch you like that. So, we’re moving on to Taemin. Say yes.”

Jimin rubbed his forehead. As much as everything had changed in his personal sex life, Mingyu’s sex life remained the exact same. He still lived in a world where he thought he had an asexual husband who he could guilt into letting him run through other men. 

“Sure.” Jimin said quickly. And just like that his head was underwater. He was drowning again. 

***

 

Mina strolled into Jimin’s office expecting to see Jimin sitting at his desk. Instead, she found Mingyu there working on his laptop. 

“Ming! You’re home. How did you sneak past me and get in here?” She ran and gave Mingyu a hug.

“I did no such thing. I stopped at your desk first to say hello, but you weren’t there. Jimin said you were at lunch. Nice to see you Mina.”

“You too. I can’t wait to hear about your trip. But first, where’s Mr. Park?”

“He had a meeting. He said it was ok for me to work from here,” Mingyu explained.

“No problem. I’ll catch him later. I have some papers for him to sign.”

Mingyu focused, “But I do need some help from you, so glad I ran into you. I need to get a repairman out to fix that elevator on Yonsei. I should have called him while I was in Japan but I was just so busy. If we can get someone out today or tomorrow, that would be perfect.”

“Elevator? At Yonsei? I think that was already taken care of.”

“No, it couldn’t be. That’s my project and I’m the only one who can submit orders and approve payments.”

“Well, someone approved it. I even have the invoice.”

“I don’t mean to question you Mina, but that’s impossible.”

“Hold that thought,” Mina said. 

Mingyu continued looking through the accounts payable for the Yonsei project. They seemed to be running just slightly over budget and he didn’t know why. Everything that he had approved was right in line with the allotted budget, but so much more work had been done that wasn’t cleared by him.

Mina returned, “Here you go. Signed, sealed and delivered by Mr. Park Jimin himself.” She handed Mingyu a copy of the invoice.

“Jimin? Jimin approved this? And holy shit why did he buy a brand-new elevator? There was nothing wrong with the old one that a good repairman couldn’t fix. Why the hell would Jimin get involved in an elevator repair?”

“I dunno,” Mina shrugged, “but it’s taken care of so that’s one less thing on your list to worry about. He was probably just worried about everything you’re taking on and wanted to help. I think it’s kinda’ sweet,” Mina gushed. As far as she knew Mr. Park and his husband were deeply in love. She saw no reason to be concerned about any of it.

“I’ll go by there myself sometime this week and just check it out. I need to see how the repairs are going anyway,” Mingyu explained.

“Sounds good. But while we’re on the subject of budgets, maybe you can help me with one more bill that I can’t seem to reconcile. I need to approve it before it goes past due, but I don’t know what it is.”

“Sure. I can help.”

“It’s a personal line for a new phone. Did either you or Mr. Park get a new phone?”

“No. Not that I’m aware of. Are you sure it’s not one of the new staff phones that accidentally got mixed up with our personal bills?” Mingyu questioned.

“All staff phones go through a different carrier and they are approved directly by the hiring manager. This is something that was approved by no one. It just showed up on your personal phone bill that only you, Jimin and his dad and step-mother are on. It’s just strange.”

Mingyu was still transfixed on the invoices coming out of Yonsei. He wasn’t overly concerned about a new cell phone. He was sure that it belonged to Jimin’s step mother or father. 

“Just pay it. Don’t spend another second trying to figure it out. If we find out later that it’s unauthorized then we’ll simply cancel it,” Mingyu instructed.

“Sounds good. Thanks, Ming. Lunch? I want to hear all about this project in Japan. It’s the first time you’ve set out on your own without Mr. Park’s backing. This is definitely something to be proud of and I want to cheer you on.”

“Absolutely. I have a few things on my calendar but I will definitely clear them for you. Give me a few days to get it scheduled?”

‘Sounds great.”

***

 

Over the next few days, Jimin sent several more texts to Jeongguk. All of them went unanswered. He didn’t understand what was happening or why he had suddenly ghosted him. Being truly honest with himself, he was hurt. He thought they had more going for them than just sex. He thought that maybe they could build something, unofficial in the shadows, but something special nonetheless. Sadly, it seemed as if that wasn’t going to happen. One of the issues with dating someone so young was that when things got tough, they didn’t know how to handle it. Jeongguk was only twenty-four, swept up in a salacious affair with a powerful man ten years older. If Jimin had been in his shoes - he would have ghosted him too.

***

 

Taemin was busy with Mingyu. Jimin’s husband had become so blatant and unhinged with his demands that Jimin found it kind of gross. Mingyu was so different from Jeongguk’s beautiful, yet classic subtlety. Jimin did what he needed to do with Taemin and Ming so that he could escape to his office and do some work. 

He missed Jeongguk so much that it was starting to hurt and it had only been eight days. He checked his texts every five minutes hoping to hear something from him. But there was nothing new and no responses, so he scrolled back through the old texts and laughed happily at Jeongguk’s naughty exchanges. He was supposed to delete them, but he never did. And for the first time, he was very happy that he hadn’t.

Out of longing and remorse he texted him one simple line. “I miss you…”

All of a sudden, the bubbles popped up. Within a second or two, a text came back.

 

 

That was enough. Jimin knew better than to push him. He simply allowed that to stand and put his phone down. He knew that if he blew up his text with mushy, desperate messages that he would run him off again. So, he allowed that to be all for the night. 

As simple as Jeongguk’s response was, it sent his heart soaring. He jumped up and paced around his bedroom. Was there still a chance? Would he one day be back in Jeongguk’s arms again? He didn’t know. But for the first time in a week, he felt hopeful. Happiness and joy flowed through him. Hope was such a powerful thing.

***

 

Ok, so maybe it was a little bit stalkerish to call up the registrar’s office and get Jeongguk’s class schedule. Jimin knew most of it, but there were a couple of days where he wasn’t sure if he had class or not. He didn’t have plans to do anything nefarious with the information. He just needed to know if Jeongguk would be home because Jimin had something very important to tell him and he didn’t want to do it by text.

Jimin arrived at Yonsei by helicopter. It was much more logical that he would be there on business if he arrived in the company helicopter. Instead of trying to hide his visit, he made a spectacle out of it so that no one would suspect him of anything torrid or undercover. 

He spent time with the engineer who was onsite. He also went over the blueprints again and talked about the new wing of commercial buildings that were going to be added on the lower floors. Everything was logical, everything made sense. 

Except what only Jimin knew was that he was waiting with baited breath for Jeongguk to arrive home from his Cardiac rehabilitation class. The class ended at 11am. By 11:45, he was jumping out of his skin and he decided it was time to make his visit. Jimin felt that was enough time for him to get from the main campus over to the dorms. 

He casually walked down the hall of Jeongguk’s floor. He held a set of blueprints in his hand to make his sudden appearance look official. He received more than a few stares. His overcoat was roughly 10 million won and his suit was easily 20 million. He was definitely a high-class individual who didn’t belong. 

“Hey, are you looking for someone? I think you may be in the wrong place.” A young female student attempted to come to his rescue.

“I’m looking over the blueprints for some repairs my firm is making on this floor. I’m ok, but thanks for looking out,” Jimin tried to sound cool and that seemed like something the kids would say. 

“Oh, you’re the new owner?”

“I am.” He grew uneasy. He didn’t want to talk anymore. He just wanted to get to Jeongguk’s room.

“Can you do something about the leaky pipe in the ladies shower? It leaks all over the floor and it’s just gross.”

“More leaks? I thought we patched all of them.”

“It’s definitely better. But we still need more help,” she said.

“Consider it done. I’ll have someone out here by the end of the week,” Jimin promised.

“Thanks.”

“I’m Mr. Park. The new owner.”

“I’m Jen. Nice to meet you. Enjoy your blueprint or whatever.”

“Mmkay you too. Stay breezy.” That sounded like something the kids would say. Trying to think of phrases the kids would say only made Jimin feel old. 

The hallway finally emptied. He took the chance and knocked quickly on Jeongguk’s door. “Jeongguk, it’s me Jimin. Please open up. I have something…to tell you.”

***

 

Mingyu was hung over. His night with Taemin had been a blast, but it took a lot of alcohol to make it all work. He was sleepy and cranky and on top of everything else, the company helicopter was already in use which meant he had to drive through traffic to get to the Yonsei building. He needed to check up on the project. It seemed to be getting slightly out of hand and he needed to make sure that he and the others on the job understood the chain of command when it came to repairs. Jimin had made the decision not to tear down the building because he didn’t want to have to kick the kids out. Yet doing the rebuild with all of the specs that Mingyu had designed was much more difficult with all of the kids still living there. It was quickly becoming the project from hell and Mingyu had to manage it even though he was scheduled to leave for Japan again in a few days. He would be gone for another month and he needed to make sure this project was on track before he headed out again. 

 

Jeongguk opened the door wearing only a towel. He stepped back and allowed Jimin inside. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to talk to you.”

“You couldn’t have called?”

“I had to say this in person.” Jimin wrapped his arms around Jeongguk but the younger one did not return the hug. “I know you’re angry. And I’m sorry. But I can’t apologize for getting you out of the house before my husband came home. I told you what this was. You said you understood. If you no longer want it, I understand. It’s ok. But please don’t cut me out of your life. You’re too special to me. If we can’t be lovers, then be my best friend,” Jimin said honestly and openly.  

Jeongguk stood there. He drank him with his greedy orbs. “My God you’re fucking gorgeous.” He whispered mostly to himself.  Jimin was indeed beautiful, standing there in his navy-blue tailored suit and powerful baby blue tie; and shoes that cost more than Jeongguk’s tuition. His hair was slicked back, making him look very much like a thirty-year-old adult. It was a far cry from the bushy haired free spirit that he’d spent the weekend making love to a week ago. He knew his cock was getting hard. He knew that Jimin could see it beneath his thin white towel. He didn’t care.

He played hard to get even though he had something to say to him as well, “My parents called me last night.”

“Oh?” Jimin smiled casually. “What did they have to say?”

“They called to tell me that both of my brothers received scholarships that pay for their full tuition, all four years. As well as the remainder of my younger brother’s private school.”

“Well, if they’re anything like their brother, they are very bright and deserve scholarships. I’m happy for them and your parents. I’m sure it will take some of the pressure off of them and allow them to not have to work so hard. Worrying about money can take years off of your life,” Jimin said kindly.

“My brothers never applied for any fucking scholarships.” 

“Really? Well, that’s even more of a miracle isn’t it.” Jimin nodded. He lifted his left eyebrow and smiled accordingly.

The two stood there glaring at each other, dicks cresting to the point of explosion. But still the cat and mouse game continued.

“The scholarships were from a philanthropic group. The official name of the company was the coalition of sports medicine and biological sciences.”

“Sounds interesting. I bet they’re big players in that field.” Jimin nodded again. 

“You would think so. But oddly enough, you know what? That organization is only one week old. One fucking week old yet somehow, they found my brothers and gave both of them scholarships worth over 1billion won. Now you can imagine my surprise when my mother told me about that last night. And the cash has already been deposited into their accounts. And you know what’s really crazy? My brothers have absolutely nothing to do with Sports Medicine or biological sciences. One of them is majoring in fashion and the other is majoring in cyber security. So how did this organization find them and manage to deposit 1 billion won? And what kind of organization has that kind of money after only existing for a fucking week?”

“Stranger things have happened,” Jimin remained by the door as he stretched his neck to peer around Jeongguk’s apartment. “It’s really nice in here. My team did a good job.”

“Park Jimin…do you have something to tell me about these mysterious scholarships?”

Jimin blinked once. Then two times. Then…three times. “No.”

“Well, I do. I did more research and discovered that a company called Park Real Estate & Acquisitions funded the Coalition of Sports Medicine and Biological Sciences. Now surely that first company sounds familiar since it has your fucking name on it?”

“Ok…so maybe…I was somewhat involved.”

“Jimin! I told you to stop this. I am not for sale.”

“You are not for sale. And I told you that everything I give to you is from my heart, not my dick. Your story about your family touched me. You have wonderful parents who know what it means to sacrifice for their children. They put you first, not their political ambitions or money. I would give anything to have parents like that. They love you for you and accept your choices. Yet they have been breaking their backs for years to take care of their three incredible sons. So-the-fuck-what if I helped a little. It’s not just because of you, it’s because that was what was in my heart to do. You just happened to be the right one in the right place at the right time when I was feeling generous.”

“And by any chance was the right time after I introduced you to ‘the truth’ and made you ride it?”

“That timing was purely coincidental,” Jimin laughed.

“That’s what you were doing when you had to suddenly work wasn’t it. You were setting up this fake ass scholarship company.”

“It’s not fake. It is very real and many students are going to benefit from it, regardless of their majors. Your brothers just happened to be the first recipients.”

“You’re dick whipped.”

“I am not!”

“You are. But…thank you. My parents are over the moon with happiness. My mother cried for an hour on the phone with me last night. You’ve changed their lives and I can’t thank you enough.”

“You can repay me.”

“How?”

“By listening to what I came to tell you.”

“Do you want to have a seat?”

“No, I can’t stay long. I’m like a fish out of water in these parts. I need to get going soon. But listen. Last night, Taemin came to visit my husband’s bedroom.”

“Not again. This shit is still going on? I thought you were going to stand up for yourself and stop it.”

“No. I never said that. I said I wanted to withdraw from it. But as long as I refuse to make love to him, this is going to continue. But you’re not listening. I have to tell you what happened.”

“We know what happened.”

“No, you don’t. Because this has never happened before. He came in, they started up and I didn’t care. I wasn’t upset. I didn’t sit in my room mulling over it. I just didn’t care. I even kissed Ming and then kissed the other one just to fuck with them. You should have seen their faces. It was kind of cruel, but so is making your husband watch you fuck someone else. I even threatened them that if he didn’t make Ming cum very hard, I was going to come back and do it myself. It was hilarious.”

“You mean…you didn’t feel anything? No humiliation, no anger? None of it?”

“None. Of. It. Because you gave me my power back. I’m no longer defined by them, I’m defined by me. I know I can fuck, I know that I love to fuck, I know that I’m not just swinging in the wind with no direction. They’re sex will never be as good as mine…with you.”

“This is definitely a breakthrough. I’m so proud…,” Jeongguk rushed towards Jimin and slammed him against the door so hard that people in the hallway were startled. They looked towards dorm 1108 wondering what was going on. 

“I missed you so much. Why didn’t you return my texts?” Jimin pouted as Jeongguk kissed up and down his neck.

“I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” Jimin whimpered as he felt Jeongguk’s large hand grope his crotch.

“Forget it. Just know that…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. It was immature and I should have just talked it out with you.”

“I was so scared.”

“Scared of what,” Jeongguk kissed Jimin’s cheek and nibbled on his ear.

“I was so scared that you were done with me, that I had ruined it…ruined us.”

“You did. But I can’t fucking stay away from you,” Jeongguk admitted.

As they pressed against each other, their cocks awakened, hungry and ready to be fed. Jimin, in his custom Dior suit and fancy shoes begged to be fucked inside of the roach infected dorm of a college kid.

“Did I mention that I missed you too,” Jeongguk said as he bumped his crotch up against Jimin’s. They frotted against each other again, only this time that was not enough…

 

Mingyu landed on Jeongguk’s floor. That was where the most remodeling had taken place. But he wondered why. Nothing on that floor had been scheduled for a remodel. He walked up and down the hall, looking for the construction. As he passed Jeongguk’s dorm room, he wondered if he was home. It had been a month since he had seen him and he thought about stopping by to say hello. But, he realized that he just didn’t have time. He still had so many workers to visit and he needed to inspect the demolition and rebuilds that had already been completed. He needed to move quickly. Besides, he had a workout session with Jeongguk on the following day and they could catch up then.

As he walked past Jeongguk’s room, he thought he heard a strange rhythmic banging. If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn that the kid was fucking someone against his dorm room door. That wasn’t Jeongguk’s style, so he dismissed the thought right away. Besides, he had more important things on his mind.

 

Jeongguk used his hands to hold Jimin’s ass cheeks open so he could watch as his cock slid through the tiny, little resistant hole. His tongue rubbed the outer corner of his mouth as his arousal peaked. Under Jeongguk’s watchful hedonistic gaze, the lube gushed and dripped down Jimin’s thighs as the cock slid further in. 

Jimin guided the massive dick, holding it firmly and lining it up perfectly with his hole before pushing it in himself. He wanted to control the pace, he wanted to control the pain, he wanted to control the cock that had come to belong to him. Jimin hadn’t been fucked for eight days and despite Jeongguk lubing him well, it was still a rough entry. But Jimin took it like a man. The pain had almost become a rite of passage, a necessary evil for the privilege of enjoying the pleasure. This was their truth.

Jimin’s expensive slacks fell around his ankles. The tail of his dress shirt and the back of his suit jacket were both hiked in the back, with Jeongguk holding them safely out of harm’s way. Jimin rested his face against the cold wooden door. Once the cock was fully inserted, he placed his palms against that door to hold himself steady while Jeongguk ravished him. They liked to fuck standing up. They liked the loud banging that shook the walls each time Jeongguk’s hips thrusted angrily into Jimin’s body. They liked the rhythmic clapping that competed with their filthy moans. They loved fucking each other. The pace quickened; the banging grew louder. The hallow doors of Yonsei were never intended for two powerful men to fuck against them.

“I missed you. I missed you. Please don’t ever make me go eight days again without fucking you,” Jeongguk moaned.

“I-I-I’m cumming,” Jimin choked out. “Fuck you, oh fuck you,” Jimin mumbled. 

Jeongguk began to buck into him wildly. He didn’t know what turned him on more, the fact that Jimin was about to cum after five messy strokes or the fact that the small diminutive man was strong enough to take his full dick. He decided on both.

“Am I making you cum? Is this big dick doing it for you CEO Park?”

“Shit,” Jimin loved it when he called him by his official title. He grabbed both of his ass cheeks and spread them so that Jeongguk could fuck him harder. Without even touching his cock, he squirted in healthy dollops across Jeongguk’s brand new dorm door.

 

Jeongguk pulled out as soon as Jimin climaxed. He picked him up in his arms and kissed him lovingly as he walked him to the bed. He kissed his knees and thighs while he held him in his arms, he absolutely loved Jimin’s bare legs. But then he savagely pushed him down on his stomach and then mounted him like a wild animal. And there again, he re-entered him. For the first time since they’d become sexual, he felt free to pummel him. He knew that Jimin could take it, he knew that Jimin would love it. He moved his hips freely, bucking hard as he pinned Jimin against the bed. The clapping started again, an erotic sign that Jeongguk was giving him everything and taking it balls deep. 

Thirteen strokes later, he scrambled to lift Jimin’s shirt, just enough to see his back tattoo so he could aim his cum shot. Instead of cumming inside of him like he so often did, he pulled his dick out and shot his load onto Jimin’s back. With the furious stroking of his cock, he milked himself, spilling every drop of his cum onto the skin of his forbidden love. 

He collapsed on his back and laid there for several seconds before Jimin flipped him over and climbed on top of him. The elder reached down and pressed their lips into a kiss that endeared them both. There were feelings there, emotions, no doubt about it. They meant so much more to each other than just sex.

“I have to get back to the office,” Jimin said sadly.

“When will I see you again?”

“I don’t know. But I promise, it’ll be soon. I leave for Miami this afternoon, but Ming thinks I’m already on a flight.”

“When will you be back?”

“Just two days. But please understand baby, as long as he’s in town, we have to be careful. He’s leaving again right after I come back from the U.S. He’ll be gone for another month. So our time will come soon. And this time, I want us to be together much longer.”

“I like the sound of that,” he kissed Jimin with his entire heart. Even though it was just going to be a couple of days, Jeongguk knew that he would miss him. He berated himself for not returning his texts and for leaving him on read for a week. In retrospect, it seemed like time wasted, time they could never get back. “Be safe ok? I need you to come back to me.”

“I will. I promise…and I always keep my promises.”

Jeongguk felt obligated to help Jimin redress. His ass had been pounded and it was red and puffy and sore. The elder could barely move so Jeongguk helped him pull his pants in place and tuck his shirt in. They had skillfully avoided sullying his clothes so once he was put back together, he looked perfectly normal. What had happened in Jeongguk’s dorm room would remain their little secret.

 

Mingyu searched up and down Jeongguk’s floor and he simply couldn’t find any evidence of room renovations. Whatever the banging was that was coming from Jeongguk’s room, it had suddenly stopped. He wondered if it was just the noise of the workers repairing the plumbing on the floor above them. He settled on that being the source because it was the only thing that made sense. 

Mingyu gave up his search. The invoices that said there were renovations were clearly wrong. It was further evidence that the project needed better oversight. He decided to ask Jimin if he could hire a project manager. With him traveling back and forth for the Japan project, he didn’t feel good about leaving the Yonsei project unattended. He also made a mental note to talk to him about the brand-new elevator that wasn’t in the budget.

As he stepped into the elevator, just as the doors began to close, he swore he saw someone that looked just like Jimin entering the stairwell. He placed his arm in the elevator door to keep it from closing and then stepped out to get a better look, but by the time he got there, the man was gone. He realized that it had to be his imagination. Jimin was on a flight to Miami. He wasn’t even in South Korea. Mingyu laughed at himself and then stepped back onto the elevator. He fiddled with the buttons and headed back downstairs. The elevator doors closed just as the Sikorsky S-92 chopper with Park Real Estate and Acquisitions written in gold on the side, passed by the window. Mingyu never saw him.

***

 

Jeongguk met him at the front entrance of the gym. He was holding a green smoothie and had a bright happy grin on his face.

“Ming! Welcome back. It’s been a long time. How much weight have you gained? I swear to God if it’s more than five pounds, I’m making you run 10 miles today. Drink this.”

Mingyu was happy to see Jeongguk. Even though their last encounter had been stressful, they were both willing to put it behind them. Mingyu immediately gave him a hug, even though he frowned at the ever- present green grass and shit smoothie. They embraced like two old friends.

“Let’s jump into warm ups. This will give you some time to tell me about everything happening in Japan. I hear this new building is going to be incredible.”

“It is. It’s been a challenge, every step of the way. But I’m really pleased with the progress. Only four more months before it’s finished.”

“By the way, when is that?” Jeongguk asked slyly.

“My next trip to Tokyo?”

“Yea.”

Mingyu nodded, “Next week. I’ll be home for about three more days before I fly back.”

“Got it.” Jeongguk urged him to drink his smoothie. “Hurry up. Finish it so that you can get on the treadmill. We’ve got so much work to do to get you in shape before you leave again.”

Mingyu frowned and accused Jeongguk of trying to poison him with the green slime. Still, he drank it all in one gulp because he was sold on the health benefits.

 As they settled in the chest press machines, Mingyu asked an odd question, “Did you talk to Jimin at all while I was away? I’m curious to know how he kept busy.”

“No. Why would I talk to Jimin?” Jeongguk lied. “You were pretty clear that I needed to stay away from him.” 

“Just curious. He’s been in such a great fucking mood lately. It’s like he’s a completely different person. He doesn’t mope around the house like he did. He’s smiling all of the time. If I didn’t know better, I would swear…,”

“Swear? Swear what?” Jeongguk asked.

“Never mind. Just a husband feeling insecure. It’s kind of sad to know that he does so well without me.”

Jeongguk’s mind was reeling. Hearing how Jimin’s mood was suddenly so uplifted was a major flex. He knew very well why it had happened. But he had to temper his enthusiasm in front of Mingyu. 

“Things seem to be going well for him. I can’t pick up a magazine without seeing him featured for some acquisition or another. Plus look at you. How proud must he be of all that you’ve accomplished. His family is doing well right now. Why can’t he be happy about it?” Jeongguk explained. 

“I guess you’re right. I guess I’m just overthinking it. Our marriage hasn’t been easy, you know that. So, when something shifts in our dynamic, my first thought is always something negative. But maybe this time, it’s actually a good thing,”

“It is,” Jeongguk smiled at Mingyu. His poker face was award worthy.

***

 

A few days later, Mingyu and Jimin’s secretary Mina met up for lunch. They had a lot to talk about as Mingyu walked her through every phase of his Tokyo project. For a full hour they caught up on Jimin, the office gossip and Mingyu’s success in Tokyo. 

Just before their time was up, Mingyu reminded Mina of some papers he needed, “Mina, I almost forgot, did you bring those invoices that I asked for? I’m really having a hard time reconciling the billing for the renovations, especially the ones on the 11th floor.”

“Yes, I remembered.” Mina pulled the entire stack out of her brief case. “Here they are. These are the invoices for the entire project.”

“Thanks. I just need to find the work order to reconcile the invoice.” He took his time flipping through the invoices by date until he found the date that he was looking for. 

Meanwhile Mina droned on about more office gossip. It took a few minutes, but he eventually stumbled upon the work order that gave all of the details about the renovation on the 25th of the prior month.

“New bed? Fully replaced shower? Paint? Kitchen remodel? What the fuck? Who authorized this?” Mingyu said out loud. He found the signature on the work order, “Jimin? Jimin approved all of this? But where? Which room?”

Mina finished up her salad as she watched Mingyu struggle with the work order. “The location is usually in the blue box on the bottom. That should tell you where the work was done,” she added helpfully.

“Yea, that’s right.” Mingyu scanned the page until he found the blue box which indicated that the work was done in room 1108 for a student named Jeon Jeongguk. “Jeongguk? Why would Jimin renovate his room? Dorms are not even on the list for the first phase of the remodel.”

“Ew, did you say Jeon Jeongguk? That troublemaker,” Mina said.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s been all over us since we purchased that building, making complaints and threatening to report us. He’s the one who kept calling you about the elevator. If he’s the one who received the renovation, then that explains why. Mr. Park probably did a few upgrades to his dorm to shut him up. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was all a plot to keep the kid from talking. We haven’t received a single complaint since that work was done and the elevator was fixed. I think your husband is a genius,” Mina explained.

Mingyu heard Mina’s explanation, but something didn’t feel right. It didn’t make sense. Jimin was not someone who dealt with day-to-day problems, even complaints. He had an operations manager for that kind of thing, plus a hundred other lackeys who could deal with repair issues. So why did he get personally involved? Something was off.

Mingyu continued to flip through the invoices, hoping to find something that could put it all into perspective. But instead he stumbled upon a strange photo copy. It had no date, no notes, and no title. He stared at it for a very long time trying to figure out what it was.

“Mina, what’s this?” He showed it to her. It was stuck here in the middle of the invoices for Yonsei.

Mina pursed her lips, “I shouldn’t say anything. Mr. Park told me that he would handle it. He asked me not to say anything to anyone about…that,” she snarled. 

“Handle what? What is it that needs to be handled? And is this a…,” Mingyu turned the paper in every direction to try to decipher the image, “...a butt?”

“YES!” Mina said angrily. “And there are more. I handed all of them over to Mr. Park. All of the ones that I was able to find anyway. I must have accidentally missed this one. It was such a hectic day, it must have gotten mixed in the invoices for that week.”

“Back up. Where did this come from?”

“Somehow, a few kids got into the building. They vandalized the copy machine by taking these disgusting photos of them having…,” she leaned forward to whisper, “sex. I alerted Mr. Park right away and gave all of the photocopies to him. He involved HR, but he asked me to please not say anything to anyone because the matter was sensitive and would likely result in someone being fired. And the worst part of it, Mr. Park was alone in his office when the vandals did this. Thank God he wasn’t hurt or robbed. People like this are Neanderthals, it could have ended badly.”

“Someone was having sex on the executive floor in the copy room while Jimin was working in his office and he didn’t hear anything?”

“You know how Mr. Park is when he’s working. He never notices anything happening around him.”

“Are there any more copies?” Ming asked.

“Yes, but I gave all of them to Mr. Park. He involved security and everything. It will be handled. I’m not supposed to tell anyone, so please don’t tell him that I told you. He’ll be livid if he finds out that I missed throwing that photocopy away.”

Mingyu stared at the single photocopy again for a very long time. 

Mina broke his concentration, “Oh I better go. Mr. Park is in Miami so I need to complete a few tasks for his trip. It was so nice catching up with you again. Be safe with your travels back to Tokyo. Good luck Mingyu.”

 

As soon as Mina left, Mingyu sent an angry text to Jimin.

 

Mingyu left for Japan without Jimin agreeing to talk. Once again, they parted on bad terms with Mingyu set to be gone for another month. It was just as well because Mingyu was too angry to be rational, not just about the renovations at Yonsei, but because of what he felt was a coalition between Jimin and Jeongguk behind his back. He even confronted Jeongguk about it, but Jeongguk gave him the exact same story that Mina and Jimin did. None of the conversations reassured him.

Even more disturbing was the sick feeling in his stomach about the photocopies that were mixed up with the invoices. His gut told him that the photos were of Jimin’s ass sitting on top of that copy machine.

The strange behavior wouldn’t have surprised him because something about Jimin was very different. He was happier than Ming had ever seen him. He was bold, confident, and easy going. Yet he was also incredibly distant. Ming and Jimin had always been friends, but within a month’s time, they suddenly felt like strangers - almost enemies.

Mingyu just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on, possibly with Jeongguk. His logical mind told him that was ridiculous, but his heart told him that Jimin may be cheating on him.

***

 

Once cooler heads prevailed, Jimin reached out and made amends with Mingyu by apologizing and once again promising him that he was faithful to their marriage. His apology also arrived with a 3 carat Diamond bracelet that was sent to Tokyo during Mingyu’s third week of travel. He addressed Mingyu’s insecurities and even promised to help him find another hot stud for their fuck fest. He settled Mingyu down and calmed his suspicions which eased the tension between them greatly.

Jimin had never lied to him or given him any reason not to trust him, so Ming had no reason to believe that he was lying when he proclaimed his fidelity. And Mingyu believed it all.

Jeongguk played his role as well. Whenever Mingyu was in town, he made a point to continue their training sessions. And Jeongguk hid the affair brilliantly, never leaving a single suspicion in Mingyu’s mind. He even paraded a fake boyfriend around the gym to throw Mingyu off of the trail of who he was really fucking. He lied with zero guilt.

They were bold with the affair, with Jeongguk often sneaking into the penthouse while Mingyu was busy in the Fuck Palace. And as Mingyu played with his boytoys, Jeongguk would be hidden away in Jimin’s room, rocking his world and fucking him within an inch of his life. It was scandalous, so risky, so dangerous. They gamified the deception and that became a part of their arousal.

Mingyu never suspected a thing because he’d been disarmed and refused to question Jimin any further. Ironically, everyone was happy.

***

 

Park Jimin was like a new man, barely recognizable to those closest to him. He whistled in the hallways, hummed love songs during meetings, hugged his assistants when he met them in the boardroom, and laughed at every single joke, even those that weren’t funny. His entire personality changed as he became the lovable, fun boss that they adored. He was floating on cloud nine and everyone noticed it, even though no one understood what had caused the change. 

 

The salacious affair between Jimin and Jeongguk only intensified during the following months when Ming traveled back and forth to Tokyo. The two lovers became obsessed with each other, even exchanging the word love during their most intimate moments. By the sixth month of their relationship, they considered themselves a couple.

Deception rolled from their tongues as easily as their names. Guilt was no longer a factor in anything they did. They found ways to justify their actions and they proudly carried on with no regrets. Their lies were sharper, their alibis were verifiable, their digital trails and paper trails all but disappeared and their dalliances became even more secluded. For all of the slip-ups that existed during the first part of their relationship, the latter months were almost error free.

 

To avoid the repeat of a surprise homecoming, Jimin decided to start using his empty apartment on Jongno as their rendezvous location. He and Jeongguk would meet up there four or five times a week while Mingyu was traveling; but much less so when he was in town. Many nights were spent making love. But other nights were spent being best friends, playing video games, working together on Jeongguk’s thesis, cooking dinners, watching movies and sometimes even traveling. Their relationship had grown far beyond just sex; they were falling in love. And it wasn’t just everyday love, it was the love of a lifetime, love that was destined. An entire alternate universe that lived and thrived in the shadows.

 

Jimin was falling hard for the kid. And the feeling was mutual with Jeongguk bringing Jimin into every part of his life. They developed a fierce dedication to each other that constantly blurred the lines of morality. Their love was a wildfire, burning uncontrollably and scorching the earth as it raged on. There were times when jealousy coiled like venom, and obsession overruled reason. They danced on the brink knowing that one misstep could ruin them. Yet, the danger only tightened their grip on each other. It was a toxic tether than neither could break.

The pendulum of their lives swung in a delicate balance between happiness and disaster. No one knew which way it would swing on any given day.

 

***

Ten months into the affair - It was approaching 9pm on a Wednesday evening. Once again Jimin was alone in the building, working late. His trip to Miami had been so successful that he was already working on another acquisition in New York. This one was more complicated with more laws and regulations to navigate, but he was confident that it would close by the end of the quarter. 

As he sat in his office listening to soft jazz, he suddenly received a text from his favorite person.

 

Jimin heard the bell on the elevator. He walked to the door of his office and stood there waiting for Jeongguk to arrive. His heart beat fast. It had only been six days since they last saw each other but he missed him like crazy. 

“Hey,” Jeongguk said sadly.

“Come here,” Jimin opened his arms wide to offer a comforting hug. Jeongguk fell right into them and began to cry. “Aww baby no. Is it that bad?”

Jeongguk rested his forehead on Jimin’s shoulder, “I told you, just a really, really bad day. My mom called this morning to tell me that my dad was in the hospital. They keep saying he’s going to be ok, but they won’t release him. Something bad is going on, I just know it. And then all of my fitness clients for this month cancelled which means I won’t have any income for the month. And then during my consultation with my thesis advisor, I found a major error in my calculation. It’s so bad that I virtually have to start over. And then to top it off,” Jeongguk sobbed some more, “my fucking car is a piece of shit and every time I fix it, it breaks down again and now its sitting in the street and people are honking and I am just fucking OVER IT!”

Jimin’s heart ached for him, his boyfriend was very dramatic. “You really are having a bad day. I’m sorry. Have a seat, let me fix you a drink and let’s unpack this, one issue at a time. First, let me make some phone calls. I know some of the doctors at the hospital. I can make sure that your dad is getting the best treatment possible. It pays to know people over there. He’ll be ok and we’ll get you some answers about what’s really going on with him. Uh…let’s see secondly, sign me up for all of the workout spots that were cancelled. I’ll take them and I’ll pay double. I just signed up for a full marathon like a crackhead and I only have three months to prepare so I need a trainer. You know the problems that I have with my knee, you’re the only one who can get me ready. I’ll pay you because I respect your time. Let’s see what else, oh yea the Thesis. Well guess what sweetheart, I made a similar mistake when I was in grad school. Had to start completely over on my Thesis after months of work. It happens. I survived and so will you.”

Jeongguk sniffled, “You mean…they had graduate school back in the dark ages when you were my age?”

“Ha-ha-ha very funny asshole. Keep it up and I’ll make you Uber home instead of letting you take the helicopter,” Jimin threatened. 

“God forbid that I travel like regular people,” Jeongguk teased. He rushed to bracket Jimin’s face and then he kissed his entire soul into him. “Thank you. You always know exactly what to say, and what to do to make me feel better. What did I do to deserve you?”

“You fucked my husband. Never forget that’s how you got here.”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. It was their messy truth and they both embraced it. “Since you made me feel better, now it’s time for me to return the favor. How’s your ass these days?”

“The same way you left it?”

“Drop the pants Mr. Park. And lean the fuck over…,”

***

 

Park Byung-ho stepped out of his office at Park Real Estate and Acquisitions. He assumed that Jimin didn’t mind him being there, he never did. Once again Byung-ho had been driven out of the house by his wife and her downstairs remodelling project. This time it was noisy hammering that drove him to find another place to work. His home office was inundated with workers building new scaffolding near the stairs. 

The renovation came at the worst time possible because he was only two weeks away from the official endorsement by Kim Doyeon and he still hadn’t finished writing his acceptance speech. He had to concentrate and get it done. The day loomed large and he was nervous. Everything had to go just right or it would spell the end of his political ambitions. He only had so much political cache remaining after falling behind in the polls. Not even the President could breathe life into his campaign if he didn’t improve his numbers. Besides, no candidate wanted to be associated with a loser. With Dohyun in a fight for his own political career, he knew the man wouldn’t be too eager to remain on his side if he continued to be unpopular with the voters. It didn’t matter if they were family, politics were nasty business. 

As he completed the first draft, he decided to take a walk down to Jimin’s office to see if he had time to listen to his speech. He could see the light still on under the door which meant that his son was once again working late. Undoubtedly, he was working on the New York acquisition which was going to be difficult to pull off.

As he approached the door to Jimin’s office, he thought he heard voices. There was some movement, shadows that crept faintly beneath the closed door. He knocked quickly and then walked in…

 

At first the sight confused him. And the loud profanity laden moans confused him even more. He blinked several times and each time he opened his eyes again, he prayed that he wasn’t actually seeing what he thought he was seeing. His yellow notepad and the many pieces of paper with his prepared speech, all fell from his hands. His mouth gaped open with a muffled scream.

His son, the CEO of the most prolific real estate firm in the country, was on top of another man, allowing him to put his dick into him. They were blatant and in the open, doing it on top of Jimin’s desk, in his office, in front of the window. He was partially nude, wearing nothing but the dress shirt and cufflinks that his mother had given him. 

Byung-ho wanted to vomit. He wanted to cry. He wanted to pull his son off of that man’s dick and then throw both of them through the window. It was a disgrace. Jimin was a married man, carrying on like this in a professional place of business. The elder man stood there frozen, watching, unsure what to say or do. The two of them were going at it so hard that they didn’t even notice him standing there. And to make matters worse, he walked in just as his son was having an orgasm. His boy, his only child, voided his filthy seed all over the other man’s chest. It was the most disgusting pornographic scene he had ever witnessed. 

Byung-ho was trembling with anger. He finally found his voice, “STOP IT! Park Jimin what the fuck are you doing?”

“Dad!” Jimin screamed. He scrambled to cover himself. 

Within a nanosecond Jeongguk pulled out and jumped off of the desk. He had Jimin’s cum all over him. He pulled on his t-shirt and tried to cover it. 

They were both shocked and stunned that anyone else was in the building. But they never, ever expected Jimin’s father to find them indisposed.

 

Byung-ho continued to scream, “Here? You’re doing this here? In my building? The building I built with my own two fucking hands? What’s wrong with you? Get dressed, get him the fuck out of here and then meet me in my office. NOW!” With his shaky hands, he picked up his yellow papers and slammed Jimin’s door closed as he left.

He ran back to his office with steam coming out of both of his ears. He wanted to wash his eyes out with bleach. He wanted to forget he had ever seen his son doing that with another man. He paced back and forth wearing out the carpet. He was so full of rage, he worried that he might try to kill him. The boy was a disgrace to the Park name. First openly embarrassing them by coming out as gay, when he could have easily kept it a secret. Then refusing to date men privately. He had always been an embarrassment.  

 

“You better go,” Jimin said as he got dressed. There were tears in his eyes and he was shaking.

Jeongguk found his pants and underwear and slipped them back on,“I’m not leaving you here alone with him. You go, talk to him, but I’m staying right here.”

“This isn’t your fight,” Jimin turned to him and caressed his cheek.

“Your fight, is my fucking fight. I’m falling in love with you, and someway, somehow we’re going to make this work. Maybe him catching us was for the best. Maybe it’s time for all of this to come out into the open. 

“No Jeongguk, no. How many times do I have to tell you? None of this can come out. This is a secret, what we do in the dark must stay in the dark. I have to go handle my dad. Stay if you like, but I understand if you need to go. Do whatever is best for you,” Jimin said selflessly. 

 

Jimin walked slowly to his father’s office. He was not looking forward to the discussion. His heart pounded as he walked in. He closed the door quietly behind him and stood there, refusing to enter the room any further.

“Who is he?” Byung-ho barked.

“That doesn’t matter.”

“WHO THE FUCK IS HE? A buyer? A seller? One of the Broker’s? What’s his name and what can he do for us?”

“He’s not anyone you know. He’s just a regular man and I’m not giving you his name,” Jimin pushed back.

“Tell me his FUCKING name or else I’ll find out on my own. But beware, if I have to dig him up myself, I’ll spare him no mercy. I’ll make sure that his face, his name and his family are plastered across every fucking newspaper in this town.”

“Dad, don’t do that. He’s nobody that you care about. Your issue is with me, so deal with me,” Jimin refused to give up Jeongguk’s name. He knew his father was bluffing, still he took a chance given how angry he was.

“I’m two fucking weeks away from the biggest political night of my life. TWO WEEKS and I catch you fucking another man in your office while your husband is off trying to do something with his pathetic career. You’re married. You are married, and do I have to fucking remind you that you are married?”

“I KNOW THAT! PLEASE DON’T FUCKING REMIND ME. I’M MARRIED, STUCK IN A MARRIAGE WITH NO LOVE, NO PASSION, AND NO FUCKING SEX. I deserve to be happy too.”

“What do you mean you’re not happy? Do you know how many deals I had to cut to get you into this marriage, with this man? He could have had any man in Korea, and there were so many out there who were better than you. He’s the catch Jimin, not you. Without my money and my name, what did you have? Nothing. But I begged and pleaded and I threw billions of won at that poverty ridden piece of shit family just so that we could get in the right circles with the right people. I supported that disgusting bill for you gays to have rights. I did whatever it took to get his dad to choose us. Do you realize what I sacrificed for you? And this is the thanks I get? You risking my future for a fuck with some unknown whore?”

“HE’S NOT A WHORE! I’M IN LOVE WITH HIM. I NEVER ASKED YOU FOR ANY OF THIS. I NEVER ASKED FOR MINGYU, I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS JOB. I NEVER EVEN ASKED TO BE YOUR SON,” Jimin broke down crying, “All I ever wanted was to work beside you. All I ever asked was for you to love me. But you couldn’t even do that.” Jimin ran to his father and shoved his finger in his face, “YOU SOLD ME TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER LIKE I WAS SOME KIND OF PROSTITUTE. YOU FORCED ME INTO A MARRIAGE THAT I DIDN’T WANT JUST SO THAT I COULD EARN THE RIGHT TO WORK IN THE COMPANY THAT IS MY BIRTH RIGHT. YOU WANTED MORE POWER BY BEING A POLITICIAN AND ALL OF THAT WAS WORTH MORE THAN ME. I CAN NEVER FALL IN LOVE, I CAN NEVER DATE, I CAN NEVER BE FREE TO MARRY A MAN THAT I ACTUALLY LOVE BECAUSE YOU GAVE ALL OF THAT AWAY! YOU STOLE MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Jimin pulled his fist back to punch his father, but his hand fell to his side before he actually touched him. He backed away from him, “Who does that to their only child? Because of you, my own mother won’t even speak to me. You’re toxic. You destroy everything you touch. You would have destroyed this company if it weren’t for me stepping in. But you were too stubborn to see it.” He sat in the chair at his desk and wept into his hands. “I made this fucking company. You were driving it into the ground and you would have never seen the success we do today if it hadn’t been for me. ME!” Jimin screamed. “I hate you, but not nearly as much as you hate me.” 

There was silence in the room for nearly three minutes as they both retreated to their neutral corners. Hearing Jimin tell him that he hated him shook Byung-ho’s entire world. His son had never said those words to him. Byung-ho wanted to fix it but didn’t know how.

“I don’t hate you. I love you. After everything I have done to give you a good life, how can you think that I hate you?”

“Because you ruined my life. You must hate me in order to do something that evil.”

“I did what I thought was best for all of us.” Byung-ho took a seat closer to his son so that he could hold his hand. He reached out to him. Jimin flinched, but Byung-ho insisted on holding him. “People have arranged marriages all the time. Loving your spouse is never required. It’s a tradition and it goes back many centuries. I’m sorry about the sex thing. I didn’t think that was an issue with gay men, fuck I never even considered it. But I did my best, Jimin. I tried to find someone lovely for you. I worked hard to find the perfect match and I did. You are my first born and my only born. I wanted you with a woman. I didn’t want the family blood line to end with you. I wanted grandchildren. But when you told me you were gay, I had to do something. I had to find a way to salvage it and get something out of it. Don’t you understand? Dohyun loves his boy and doesn’t care if he’s gay or anything else. But for me, learning you were gay broke my heart. Dohyun can do incredible things for us. You just have to keep it together.”

“But I’m in love with someone else, dad,” Jimin wiped his tears and sniffled.

“How long?”

“Ten months or so.”

“That long? The entire time that Mingyu has been working in Tokyo?”

“Yea. Do you believe in destiny dad?”

“Oh Jimin…,” Byung-ho shook his head. It was at that moment that he knew; this was not just some sexual fling. The relationship was real and not going away. “Ok, fine. I don’t give a damn who you fuck. Couples in arranged marriages make certain allowances for the good of the marriage. If you and Mingyu aren’t attracted to each other in that kind of way, then I’m fine with you finding someone else. But you must be discreet and keep it out of the public. What you did tonight was so fucking careless and risky. Anyone could have walked in on you. Thank God it was me and not your husband or husband’s father. I’m just two weeks away. Two weeks away from getting that endorsement. Everything is riding on it. If I don’t get it, my career will be over. Whoever the big dick was that you were jumping all over, stay away from him. Go back to your husband. Make nice. Tell him you love him even if you don’t. Play your role and make it fucking work. And then after that…once I’m elected…I don’t give a fuck what you do with your little boy toy. Just keep it private.”

“Promise me that you won’t go after him.” Jimin asked in reference to his father threatening to publicly shame Jeongguk.

“I was angry. I don’t want this information public any more than you do. But I promise you Jimin, if this affair gets out and ruins my endorsement, I will destroy him…and you.”

***

 

Jimin didn’t expect Jeongguk to be there by the time he returned to his office, but just like the selfless loving man that he was, he was still there. He had fallen asleep in Jimin’s chair with his head on the desk. Jimin watched him sleep. He was so beautiful and he didn’t deserve to be caught up in such a mess with an older man who was lugging around baggage. He wanted Jeongguk to escape and be free, and enjoy his young life, just as he did before Jimin ruined it. 

“Wake up baby. Wake up.” He kissed the top of Jeongguk’s head and fingered his beautiful curls. 

“Hey,” Jeongguk sat up and rubbed his eyes. “How did it go? You’re still alive so I guess…you talked?”

“We talked. We agreed to disagree. He asked me to stay away from you for a couple of weeks, just until the nomination for the National Assembly is done.”

“Ok, and then after two weeks, then what?” Jeongguk asked astutely.

“I don’t know. But one thing is for sure, he doesn’t want the news about us to get out so he’s committed to keeping our secret.”

“I don’t know what any of this means. Your father caught you riding my dick in your office yet he’s cool with keeping it a secret? You’re a strange fucking family and I’m getting tired of…,” Jeongguk shook his head and turned his back to Jimin.

“You can still save yourself. You can get out right now, I’ll understand. This isn’t fair to you.”

“I can’t leave. It’s too late,” Jeongguk began to cry. “This day just keeps getting worse. Why me? Why is love never easy for me? You begged me to leave months ago, but I was so stupid. I figured it would all work out. Now look at us. This is a fucking mess with implications larger than we can even imagine. My chance to get out has come and gone. I’m stuck here now.”

“No. No you aren’t. None of this is your mess. Go Jeongguk. Go, if you want to go. Let my…,” Jimin sniffled. He fell into the chair near the window, “...let my hand go.”

Jeongguk stared at him with his big doe eyes, “If only it was that easy.”

***

 Jimin committed to playing nice with Mingyu for his father’s sake, even though Jeongguk was constantly on his mind. It was a rainy, dreary day; weather that perfectly aligned with Jimin’s mood. Mingyu was coming home. Greeting him at the airport seemed like a nice touch. The helicopter was grounded which meant that he had to drive through Seoul traffic if he wanted to get there in time. 

Jimin waited just outside of security for Mingyu to arrive through the private exit at the gate. He stood there, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and an expensive pair of Cartier earrings. As soon as Mingyu’s handsome frame appeared, Jimin morphed into doting husband mode, fake smiles and all.

Mingyu stopped to speak with Jimin, “This is a surprise. You’ve never…met me at the airport before, especially with gifts. Everything is ok, right?”

“I can’t meet my husband at the airport without something being wrong?” Jimin shook his head.

Mingyu placed his nose into the center of the bouquet and sniffed the lovely flowers, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just a little overwhelmed. This is incredibly sweet Jimin. These earrings are so expensive. Really, you shouldn’t have.”

“I have a few more gifts coming your way to celebrate. What you just accomplished in Japan is incredible. I know there is more work to do but you’re ahead of schedule. You’re going to be able to open a full month early. And you’re on the cover of Architecture Asia magazine.”

“Your sudden attention is very loving, even though we both know that you don’t love me.”

“I don’t, not romantically anyway. There’s no need for me to lie about it. But I do care about you very, very much. You’re truly one of the best friends I have ever had and my life wouldn’t be the same without you. So, take it or leave it,” Jimin joked.

“I’ll take it. I’ll definitely take it.” They held hands and Jimin led him back to the airport parking lot.

***

 

Mingyu sat in his office daydreaming. Jimin had been so incredibly sweet since Mingyu had returned from Japan. It almost felt as if they were newlyweds again. Every day since he’d been back in Seoul, Jimin sent him a different gift. Mingyu didn’t know what was going on with him, but he was attentive and caring and even loving. In fact, Jimin was so into him, that Mingyu felt stupid forever suspecting that something was going on between Jimin and Jeongguk. He felt so dumb and insecure for thinking the worst about his loyal husband.

 

Mingyu’s phone rang. He thought it was Jimin calling him back about the photos that he had sent over for their next threesome, but instead it was an unrecognized number. Mingyu was hesitant to answer, but did out of fear that it was an emergency.

“Hello.”

“Hello, I hope I have the right phone number. This is Steph from BMW Kolon Motors. The manager forgot to get a phone number and email address for the invoice. This number was in our system from a previous purchase so I thought I would try it. Is this Park Jimin? I need to discuss a delivery.” The caller asked.

“What kind of delivery?”  

Steph explained, “The new car you purchased this morning. I’m calling to confirm the delivery address. Is this Mr. Park?”  

“New car?” Ming looked around confused. Could this be one of the surprises that Jimin promised? He wondered. “When is it supposed to come?”

“Today.”

“What kind of car?”

“The matte black X6. Is this Mr. Park?”

“Where is it being delivered? What’s the address, maybe I can confirm it for you,” Mingyu pressed.

“Is this Mr. Park?”

“Well, no,” Mingyu admitted.

“Sorry, I can’t say anymore. Privacy policy requires me to talk to Mr. Park. Could I leave a message?”

“If it helps, I can give you his number. Then you can call him directly uh…and sort this out.” He smiled happily and twirled around in his chair.

“That would be great.”

Mingyu gave the salesman the number to Jimin’s personal cell phone. He knew Jimin wouldn’t mind because it was pretty important. Afterall, Mingyu thought, he didn’t want to stand in the way of the delivery of his own new car. He couldn’t believe it, Jimin had bought him a car. His current Lamborghini was only three years old, but he never expected for Jimin to buy him another one so soon. Mingyu pinched himself. Gift giving was Jimin’s love language and the way he was giving certainly felt like he was in love. After two long years, was Jimin finally in love with him? There was no other explanation for his behavior and sudden attention. 

“A new car. Oh Jimin, that is so sweet,” Mingyu said to himself. He made a point to act surprised when it arrived because he didn’t want to ruin it for Jimin. Just like all of his other surprises, he assumed that it would be delivered to the penthouse.

***

 

Jeongguk sat at the table with his father. Thanks to Jimin, several specialists were brought in to help with treating his illness. He was released from the hospital, doing well, and kicking Jeongguk’s ass at chess. 

“Your move,” his dad reminded him.

“What?”

“Your move,” he repeated. “Could you focus please? Just because you’re daydreaming doesn’t mean that you’re not going to get your ass kicked in the game kid.”

“Oh, yea.” Jeongguk moved his pawn two spaces to the left. 

His mind wasn’t on his chess game. His mind was on Jimin and the fact that he wouldn’t see him for another two weeks. After being confronted by Jimin’s father, they had mutually decided to take a break, albeit a short one, until the endorsements were done. With Jimin’s father snooping around and threatening to expose Jeongguk’s identity, Jimin didn’t want to take any chances. So, he suggested that Jeongguk visit his parents for a while. It was a good idea because Jeongguk needed time away from the pressure cooker which had become his life. Since school was out, he used the time to travel to his parents’ house to visit with them and his siblings.

As he pondered his next chess move, a text came in from Jimin:

 

 

 

Jeongguk ran to the window. At first, he didn’t understand where he was supposed be looking. There was a large Semi parked in front of his parents’ house and he couldn’t see past it. He walked to the front door and opened it, thinking that maybe flowers had arrived. But there was nothing there either. The large 18-wheeler blocked everything and it didn’t appear to be in a hurry to move. He was just about to text Jimin again when the back cargo door of the truck opened. He was irritated until seconds later a black BMW X6 was backed out of the cargo hatch. There was a large red bow on top. The driver of the truck started the car and drove it into his parent’s driveway. Jeongguk’s eyes bulged. 

“No way,” he whispered. “No fucking way.”

“Is that mine? Is that what I get for living? Holy shits, I’ll take it,” Jeongguk’s dad stood behind him gawking at the expensive new car.

“No, dad I think it’s…mine?” Jeongguk gulped.

“And how exactly did you afford that?”

“I think it’s a gift.”

“Who the hell gives that as a gift?” He grabbed Jeongguk’s hand. “Help me outside, we’re going for a ride.”

Jeongguk was still stunned. He didn’t even realize that his father was pulling him like a rag doll towards the shiny new car in the driveway. He immediately noticed a small envelope trapped under the windshield wiper. He read it right away:

 

Every gift is from my heart because I love you.

               -J

 

Jeongguk could feel the tears start to fall. “You got me a fucking car?” He said through sniffles. He read the last three words of the note over and over, ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’. “No wonder you wouldn’t say it - beautiful man.”

Jeongguk suddenly heard the horn of his new BMW honk incessantly. His father was in the passenger’s seat ready to go for a ride. “Come on, let’s go. The key is already in here.”

Jeongguk sent a quick text to Jimin 

*** 

 

Mingyu tried to probe Jimin to find out if the missing delivery address for the BMW had been resolved. But he couldn’t figure out a way to approach the topic without revealing that he knew about the surprise. Two weeks had passed since he received the call from the BMW salesman, and the car still hadn’t been delivered. He worried that the salesman had called but Jimin just didn’t answer. He had tried calling the BMW place to check the status, but they refused to speak to him since he wasn’t Jimin.

He tried a different approach, “You know, you really don’t need to buy me anymore gifts.” He sat next to Jimin on the couch as Jimin looked through more contracts from the New York acquisition. 

“You sure about that? Not even one more?” Jimin asked.

“Why are you spoiling me?”

“I’m not spoiling you. I’m just celebrating you. There’s a difference,” Jimin smiled. “Seriously, you have one more little gift coming. It’s been delayed because of some customization, but it should be here soon.” 

Mingyu smiled like a chester cat, he’d outsmarted his husband and tricked him into giving him the information that he needed. His new BMW was delayed because he was having it customized. It made sense and perfectly explained why it was two weeks late being delivered. 

“I’ll let you get back to work. I know you have to prepare. I can’t believe you timed your trip to New York at the same time as your dad’s endorsement. I know you two don’t get along, but that’s pretty savage, even for you.”

“I hope everything works out for my dad. But I don’t need to be there. I’ll be watching it on my phone. And you, sir, could be on the verge of being the son of the President of Korea. You’ll have all the power and my money. Bright days ahead,” Jimin winked.

“Don’t worry, my dad will make sure that your father wins this election. He owes him that much after all of the donations he made to his campaign. I better let you work, and Jimin, thanks in advance for my surprise.”

“You’re welcome,” Jimin kissed Mingyu on the cheek. “And don’t go snooping around trying to figure out what it is.”

 

Jimin and Mingyu were not talking about the same thing. Jimin was referring to the new Rolex watch that he had engraved with Mingyu’s initials. It was delayed at the jeweler because of a problem with their engraving machine. Mingyu, however, thought he was getting a new black BMW, the one that had actually been purchased - for Jeongguk.

***

It was Mingyu’s first day back training with Jeongguk. It was a night session, his favorite. He announced himself as he walked through the doors of the gym. Jeongguk embraced him like the old friends they were. He smiled and ran around Mingyu in circles because of how impressed he was with the weight he had lost. He jumped on him and dog-piled him to the ground. 

“Looking good! What have you been doing?” Jeongguk screamed with excitement.

“Keeping up with that stupid routine you gave me,” Mingyu explained. “You know, you really are good at what you do.”

“I am, but you had to put in the work to get this done. I’m proud of you, considering all of the pressure you’ve been under with your projects, it’s amazing that you’ve been able to stay so disciplined.”

“And Jimin likes it too. Do you know that he actually held my hand in public? People were staring, but he didn’t care. And he’s given me a different gift every day since I’ve been back.”

Jeongguk’s smile instantly vanished. He snarled and rolled his eyes. Curiosity compelled him to ask, “Are things…uh…any better in the bedroom?”

“Yes. I don’t know what’s come over him. I’ve had a few ‘parties’ with some new guys over the time I’ve been home and he’s been so into it,” Mingyu exaggerated. 

In fact, Jimin had not been involved in any of his threesomes, because he was in his bedroom jacking off to images of Jeongguk. For the first time since their threesomes started, Jimin refused to participate with Mingyu. But of course, Jeongguk had no way of knowing that Ming was lying. 

He was already a moody guy, with emotions that could change on a whim, but hearing Mingyu brag about his sexual trysts with Jimin made Jeongguk want to vomit. He closed his eyes and balled his hands into fists. It was all that he could do to keep them by his sides because he really wanted to take a swing at him. Jimin had not mentioned anything about being active in the bedroom with Mingyu and his whores. And that was strange because he had always been very honest and transparent about what went on in Mingyu’s bedroom. Jeongguk’s instincts told him that Ming was lying. For some reason, the almost forty-year-old man was trying to make him jealous. Jeongguk pitied him, because all of the love and attention that Jimin gave to him was fake; just a means to an end until his father could get the endorsement.

He pulled himself together and continued, “How about your smoothie?”

“Ugh, I was hoping you would forget about that.”

“Never. Be right back. Start running on the treadmill to warm up.”

Jeongguk ran down to get Mingyu’s green smoothie. He brought it back to him and forced him to drink it all as they prepared to work on legs and glutes. He made sure that Ming had a nice, painful workout as punishment for bragging about his special treatment from Jimin.

 

The session that was normally two hours long was cut short because Mingyu had to get home. He had a big day the following day. Jeongguk had another session to get to, so he grabbed his duffle bag and offered to walk Mingyu out. 

Mingyu was parked clear on the other side of the parking lot, but that didn’t keep him from noticing the matte black BMW X6 that Jeongguk casually jumped into. Mingyu’s head exploded with realization. There were several things that he knew for sure, Jeongguk was a college student - a broke college student. Even with the payments they had given him for sex, it was nowhere near enough to buy a fucking BMW SUV. And then there was the unique color - matte black. It was the exact same color that the salesman from BMW Kolon had mentioned on the call when he needed to confirm the delivery address. There was no way this was a coincidence. Mingyu’s heart thundered in his chest as he removed his phone. He still had the salesman’s name and phone number. He dialed him quickly as Jeongguk drove by him in his new car.

The salesman answered, “This is Steph.”

“Steph, nice to speak with you. This is Park Jimin,” Mingyu lied.

“Ahh Mr. Park, how’s the new car working out? There’s not a problem is there?

“The new car. The black matte X6, right?”

Steph laughed, “That’s the one. Is everything ok?”

“Can you remind me when it was delivered? I need it for tax purposes and I can’t remember the delivery date,” Mingyu asked.

“About two weeks ago. The same day I called your private cell and got the address confirmed. I added the big red bow you requested and everything. I don’t know the exact date but I can find it.”

“That’s fine, can you tell me who signed for it?”

“The person you sent it to. Jeon was his name, I think. If you hold for a minute I can find…hello? Hello?” The caller had disconnected. 

 

Mingyu fell to one knee right there in the parking lot. Several passersby rushed to his aid. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. His chest was tight and he was dizzy. He was having a panic attack. 

***

 

Mingyu decided to wait before Jimin left for New York to really dig into his investigation. He took a couple of days to ground himself and gather the facts. And what he found, shook him to his core. His husband and Jeongguk were fucking, but he wanted more proof.

Mingyu’s first thought was a good one; follow his instincts. And his instincts told him that the suspicious vandalism in the copy room had something to do with Jimin and Jeongguk. Was it possible that there was video proof of what had really happened that night? Mingyu dressed in his best suit and casually strolled into the security office Park Real Estate. Before approaching the security desk, he phoned Mina.

“Hey stranger,” Mina answered, “when is our next lunch date?” It was late in the day but the entire office was working late hours to support the New York acquisition.

“Uh…soon. Mina, I need a favor and it’s very important. Jimin asked for my help,” Mingyu lied.

“Sure, anything for you and the boss.”

Mingyu spoke quickly, his voice shaky. “The night of that copy machine incident, you know when the kids broke into the executive suite? What was the date?”

“Just a minute, I have it here somewhere. Is everything ok? You seem upset.”

“I’m fine, just get the fucking date,” Mingyu snapped unprovoked.

“Ok, ok. Uh…it was the 25th of March. Around 9:00 pm. At least that was the date on the copies.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he hung up without saying goodbye and ran towards the lead security officer. “Hey, Jae, right?”

“Yes. You’re Mr. Kim, Mr. Park’s husband,” Jae acknowledged.

“Yea, good you remember me. Uh, listen. I need a favor. I’m helping my husband investigate some vandalism that happened about nine months ago. March 25th. Could you pull that footage for me? It’s an emergency.”

“Let me check. That’s a long time ago. I hope we still have it. Be back in a minute.” Jae disappeared into a large dark room full of television monitors and camera equipment. He came back less than a minute later. “Good news Mr. Kim. Mr. Park already has the footage. It was checked out with an order to destroy on March 26th,” he read from the footage destruction log, “by Mr. Park. All of the originals were provided to him with instructions to destroy any backups. All footage for the thirteenth floor, between 9pm and 10pm in the east hall outside of his office. I took his call and personally handled the situation. So good news, it’s already been taken care of. I think he needed it for an investigation.”

“FUCK!” Mingyu slammed his fist on the desk. “Since you were the one who pulled the video, you can tell me what was on it. What did it show? Was Mr. Park in any of the footage?”

“Sorry. I didn’t look. He warned me not to. Our entire system is digital. All he had to do was tell me the time stamp and the camera and I was able to pull it and send it straight to him digitally. Then of course the records were all destroyed.”

“You never saw any of it?”

“No. Nothing. He said that if anyone looked at the video or opened the file, they would be fired on the spot.”

“FUCK! FUCK!” Mingyu pulled at his hair. “Do you have any footage anywhere in the vicinity of the copy machine on that night? Footage that you did not give to my husband to destroy?”

“There’s a camera in the copy room. It’s only a backup and it’s usually blank. I’ll see if we have anything. It’ll take a while though,” Jae said timidly.

“How long?”

“A few hours?”

“FUCK! If you find anything, send it directly to me. Do not tell Mr. Park. He’s traveling and shouldn’t be bothered.” Mingyu stormed out of the security office and headed back to the elevator. His next stop was Mina’s desk.

Mina jumped to her feet as soon as she saw Mingyu exit the elevator. She knew that something wasn’t right. Jimin was in New York on business and in a different timezone, she couldn’t very well call him. 

Mingyu stormed to her desk, “The copies. Do you have any of the copies leftover from the copy machine incident?”

“No, Ming. I already told you. I gave everything to Mr. Park.”

“ARE YOU TELLING ME THE FUCKING TRUTH OR ARE YOU COVERING FOR HIM?”

“Covering what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Give me the stack of invoices again, maybe more copies are mixed in there.”

“I’m n-n-n-not sure that I should,” she began to shake with fear. She’d never seen Mingyu so angry. “Just tell me what you need and I…,”

Several of the Executives on the floor peeked from their office doors, trying to see what all of the commotion was about. Even Cindy stared from her office door. Mina was being terrorized. 

Mingyu was coming out of his skin. He rushed towards Jimin’s office and burst through the door. Immediately he began emptying drawers, looking for something, anything that could prove to him that his suspicions were wrong. He pulled all of the drawers out and threw them to the floor. Papers flew through the air like falling confetti. The clock ticked loudly as he continued his rampage through Jimin’s office. Then, suddenly he came upon a few random sheets of paper that were lodged deep in the back of Jimin’s desk.  They were photocopies from the copy machine.

He knew immediately that it was what he’d been looking for. There it was, a clear image of a bare chest pressed against the glass of the copy machine. On the left pectoral muscle was a tattoo - Jimin’s tattoo of a full moon. The photos got even more disgusting, with clear black and white images of Jimin’s dick being sucked as he sat on the glass of the copier. This was the smoking gun, proof that his husband and his trainer were having an affair. 

Mingyu’s heart broke in slow motion. His entire life had just been sabotaged by a grainy black and white photocopy. He fell into Jimin’s chair and just stared through the window. 

The weather changed in an instant. The sky grew grey, the clouds rumbled and the rain began to fall. Mina ran into Jimin’s office with Namjoon by her side. She’d pulled him from the conference room to help her stop Mingyu from trashing Jimin’s office. Namjoon stood protectively over her as he assessed the situation.

“What’s going on here, Mingyu?” Namjoon asked.

Namjoon’s arrival helped Mingyu come to his senses. Despite the alligator tears that dripped from his eyes, he was kind again, gentle again, her friend again. 

Mingyu immediately apologized, “My behavior was awful. Please forgive me. Please don’t tell Jimin about this. I’ll have someone clean it up right away. But if I could please ask one last favor of you?”

“I guess,” she said, still shaking. 

“Could you get me a copy of that phone bill? The one that you showed me about six months ago. The one you weren’t sure was valid. I believe there’s a phone number on it that I need.”

“I’ve already paid for it. I’ve been paying it every month. Mr. Park said it was ok,” Mina defended herself. “Even you told me to pay it.”

“I did,” Mingyu agreed cryptically, calmly, “but the one thing I never did was check the phone number. Could you please find the bill for me?”

Mina returned minutes later with a copy of the bill. She placed it at the edge of the desk and kept her distance from Mingyu.

“Thank you.” The phone bill had all of the standard information such as the billing address, the due dates, the total minutes. 

But it also had something else at the very top, something very important that Mingyu had never thought to check before - the phone number that belonged to the phone. Sadly, the number looked familiar. But he had to be sure. He walked to Mina’s desk and used her desk phone to dial out because he didn’t want the person answering to see his caller ID. The phone rang and rang and rang and with each ring, his heart lightened just a bit. Maybe it wasn’t what he thought it was. Maybe he was just all wrong. And then the voicemail answered…

“Hi, you’ve reached Jeongguk. If you’re calling for an appointment, please leave your name, phone number and fitness goals. I’ll call you back as soon as I’m available. Thanks.”

At the beep, Mingyu left a very simple message, “I know you’re FUCKING my husband.”

***

 

Jimin lay on his stomach sleeping. They had already fucked once but it lasted less than three minutes. After two full weeks of being apart, they were so horny that they exploded and ended up doing it right there in the door frame of their little love nest without even closing the door. It was pure luck that no one saw them. 

Jeongguk watched Jimin twitch slightly in his sleep as he rested peacefully on their luxuriously soft bed. So many emotions washed over him, he couldn’t take his eyes off of his CEO.  The young one was lost in his thoughts when his phone suddenly rang loudly, echoing through the apartment. He looked around quickly trying to locate it. With a rush, he ran over to it and placed it on silent before it woke Jimin. Feeling a bit of irritation, he sent the call directly to voicemail since he didn’t recognize the caller. 

Jimin didn’t stir, he remained there, still and peaceful. Jeongguk sat on the edge of the bed and observed Jimin’s body. He moved his face as close to the skin on Jimin’s thighs as he possibly could without tickling him with his nose. After a deep satisfying sniff, he then followed the trail of his musculature down the back of his smooth legs. Jimin’s ass was plump and round, with a slight tinge of pink from where he had taken him earlier. He could see his hole, pulsating gently with each of his breaths. 

“Fuck, I want you,” he whispered in Jimin’s ear. He ran his hand up and down the mound of his ass, and tip-toed his fingers towards his entrance. Gently he inserted his middle finger, circling his rim and then pushing through. His baby was so warm inside that he wanted to scream. He pushed more fingers in and out with a steady pulse. Jimin took a deep sleepy sigh, but didn’t awaken. 

Quietly Jeongguk stepped away from the bed. He pushed down his boxer shorts and stepped out of them to reveal an erection that crawled down his leg like an anaconda. A few light steps away was the new bottle of lube that they had just opened. He grabbed it and began to buff his dick until it was completely covered with a dull shine. Lube dripped from his tip with each step he took towards the bed. He had to be quiet because he wanted him just like that, in his sleeping etherealism. He rubbed his dick hard to stretch it nice and tight as he crawled over him. With his weight balanced on all fours, he positioned himself delicately over the pink little entrance that beckoned him. His fist full of his own cock, he slowly guided himself towards the sweet target. Shivers rocketed down his spine the moment that his tip touched the wrinkled skin. He was already warm, already quivering, already wanting to cum but he had to keep going. The urge to take him as he slumbered, without permission, overwhelmed him. Just once, he had to experience him this way. With his hips tilted forward and his back as straight as a board, he pushed into him gently. Like a vice, Jimin’s sleeping hole grasped his dick, draping it in warmth. 

“Fuck,” he whispered as he continued to push. 

He was so gentle, every movement was filled with love, even though his CEO boyfriend had no idea it was happening. Another push forward, and then another and then - another until he was fully inside of him. Jimin still slept even though his ass was full of a massive dick. At the point where Jeongguk’s nuts cradled against his ass, Jimin released a soft moan as his fingers balled over the sheets. But once again his lazy breathing resumed.

It was time to fuck him. Jeongguk wanted to wake him, by stroking him gently until he regained consciousness with screams from the pleasure. He released his weight and laid across Jimin’s back. Only his hips moved as he rotated them around and around, massaging his baby’s insides. The harder he pushed forward, the tighter Jimin’s ass gripped him. The rhythm began like a metronome, softly clapping on a steady beat. Four strokes in and Jeongguk was losing his mind, fucking him as he lay there, helpless and innocent like a porcelain angel. He wanted to cum already, but he had to hold it. But fuck it was so good, it was so good. They had to cum together, it was a must. So, with the discipline of the Gods, he continued, gradually fucking him awake.

Jimin began to moan. At first, he must have thought he was dreaming, but as Jeongguk continued to work him, his eyes suddenly popped open followed by a lustful yelp.

Jimin was awake, “Shit, oh fuck. Fuck, what, what? GOD that feels so good,” he clambered to get to his knees and immediately began bucking against the big dick that impaled him in his sleep. “Fuck, fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” His hands and arms twisted in the sheets, restricting his movements. He couldn’t fuck him back hard enough to satisfy his greed. He was simply left pleading, “Harder, fuck me harder, baby harder. I’m gonna’ cum. Shit.” His voice went up an octave with each of his sultry filthy demands.

Jeongguk smiled as he adjusted his body, causing them to transition into full doggy style. From behind, he plowed into him, knocking Jimin’s head into the headboard. It was quite a turbulent awakening. Jeongguk could feel the pressure starting to build. He could feel his old man bumping angrily against him, fucking him back as hard as he was being fucked. 

They had come so far in their sexual journey, from the man who could only take the tip, to the man who could ride his entire dick and fuck it like he owned it. Because he did own it. Jimin owned all of him. Every part of his spirit, every drop of his blood, every bone in his body and every bit of his heart - it all belonged to Park Jimin. 

Jeongguk was cumming so hard that he thought he was going to cry. He could literally feel the tears as the pressure tightened around his stomach and thighs and then his crotch. Pools of warmth flooded his stomach as his eyes clamped shut. He shook like a vibrator, unable to control his body. And just like that, he released a loud yelp as he squirted inside of Jimin’s walls. 

Jimin held on for dear life. Never had his baby doe rocked so hard inside of his body.  Jeongguk was a big man, strong, powerful and athletic and when he fucked, he fucked. And tonight, he was fucking. Being away from each other so long drove them both insane until they had no control. As soon as he felt his baby’s warm liquid inside of him, he grabbed his cock and yanked on it hard until his moans layered on top of his lover’s.

By the time they collapsed on the bed, the sheets were wet and sticky with cum. Jimin punched Jeongguk in the chest.

“Did you fuck me while I was asleep?” Jimin whined.

“Yes,” Jeongguk nodded proudly.

“Nasty fucking kid.”

“You loved it.”

“Yes, I did…carry on.”

“This was a great idea,” Jeongguk cradled Jimin in his arms.

“What?”

“Telling everyone you were in New York so that we could have some time alone.”

“Yea. It was.”

“We’ve had nothing but peace because they all think you’re in another timezone. No meetings, no phone calls. No late nights in your office.  Just me and you alone for a couple of days, hiding from the world…and your husband. Thank you Jimin. Thank you for making this happen.”

“I was going crazy without you. The wait is finally over. Tomorrow morning, my dad will get his endorsement. And then you and I can continue with our lives. I really do have to go to New York next week to finalize the deal. I was thinking of taking you with me.”

“To New York?” Jeongguk’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve never been.”

“Then that settles it. You’re coming. I’ll wine and dine you and show you some of my favorite spots. It’s a long trip though, so be prepared. You’ll probably need to let your professors know that you’ll miss a couple of classes, but I’ll do my best to plan it around your schedule,” Jimin crawled into Jeongguk’s lap and kissed his nose.

“Let that sink in. You’re planning a multibillion won real estate deal around a college kid’s class schedule. You’re dick whipped.”

“I am not.”

“Yea, whatever. What time does your dad’s shit show start tomorrow?”

“It’s scheduled for 10am, on the steps of the National Assembly building. First the President is going to introduce Dohyun and his candidacy, and then Dohyun will introduce my dad and give him the public endorsement. It’s all a bunch of pomp and circumstance that means nothing. But it will get my father elected.”

Jeongguk gave Jimin a tight squeeze, “I don’t know…it just feels like this is the start of something really good. I don’t know how to explain it. I just get the feeling that we’ll have more freedom once this is all done.”

Jimin changed the subject. “We’ve been fucking and sleeping all day. At some point…we should eat.”

***

 

The sun blazed over the marble steps that led to the doors of the National Assembly building. It was a scorching hot day, the first day of August. The sea of reporters who were posted in the large field of grass beyond the steps huddled together, jockeying for the best camera angles. It was too hot for the suits and photography vests and close proximity that the journalists endured, but this was a historic moment and the country counted on them to capture it.

Cameras began to flash like a storm as President Jung Hoseok marched down the stairs towards the podium which held the official Presidential Seal. His suit was crisp, his posture was erect and he held a no-nonsense disposition. Pacing behind him by a couple of meters was Prime Minister Kim Dohyun. He stopped on the last marble step behind the President and immediately scanned the crowd for his son.

Mingyu stood there, eyes glistening with tears. He wanted to be focused on his father, but he couldn’t see past his own humiliation and heartbreak over his broken marriage. He could not hide the pain in his face, even though he tried. His father smiled at him and motioned for him to hold his chin up.

And then there was Park Byung-ho, Jimin’s father who stood brazenly in the front of the audience. He didn’t bother to look for his son, because he knew he wasn’t there. He knew that Jimin was conveniently traveling to New York on the most important day of his life. But that was of no consequence because Jimin had done his job. Byung-ho had only reached this pinnacle because of Jimin’s ability to toe the line and be obedient. Despite his burning loins, he remained focused on the goal and remained disciplined. For that, Byung-ho was grateful.

 

The President made a few remarks, none of them noteworthy. Yet, reporters scribbled furiously with their lenses trained on every word, every gesture. The air was thick with anticipation as he announced his successor and candidate for the next President of South Korea, Kim Dohyun. 

There was another sudden fury of flashes as Dohyun stepped forward. He smiled and waved at the crowd who applauded flaccidly on the heels of the announcement. Moving towards the podium, he switched positions with the President who stepped behind him.  

“It is my honor to accept the nomination for President of South Korea. I will run a campaign that is fair, balanced, honorable and inclusive. I will speak for every voice, every dream and every hope for tomorrow.” Dohyun paused to look over the large crowd. He found Byung-ho’s face and stared for several seconds as the cameras continued to flash like a stream of lightning.

It was time; the moment that Byung-ho had been waiting for, for almost two years. He stood there anxiously as he waited to hear his name.

Dohyun continued, “Over the next several weeks I will outline my economic plan, my budget package and my National Defense plan. But I will not be running the campaign alone. It takes a team of competent individuals working beside me who will challenge me and push for excellence throughout this journey to the Blue House. And with that, I would like to announce my official endorsement of a candidate you have all rallied for over the last two years. He’s running for the National Assembly seat and there is no one who deserves this position more than him. The election for the National Assembly is in two months. I urge you to get out and vote for my friend and colleague, Lee Woo-bin. Please give him a round of applause. Woobin, will you come up here please?” His words echoed off of the columns behind him. 

Byung-ho took a step forward until he realized that someone else’s name had been called. His mouth fell open. He stepped back quickly, hoping that no one saw his stuttered step. This was not expected. It was widely reported that Park Byung-ho would be the candidate that Dohyun endorsed, but that didn’t happen. Byung-ho was snubbed publicly on the biggest stage of his brief political career. A palpable hush fell over the crowd before the reporters erupted, shouting questions.

 

The television broadcasted the events of the President’s speech behind them. But the volume was down and neither of them really gave a fuck about any of it. Jimin swiveled back and forth in the chair as Jeongguk knelt in front of him, nibbling on his calves. 

“You are so strange. Stop that.”

“I love your legs. I love, love your legs.” Jeongguk held Jimin’s barefoot in his hand like a Prince who was about to place a glass slipper. He kissed Jimin’s knees and shins and ankles. “In fact, I want to,” Jeongguk pulled his hard cock from his pants and bounced the tip over Jimin’s thighs. Jimin held his thighs tightly together as Jeongguk rubbed his cock between them. 

“You are such a freak,” Jimin giggled. “You’re seriously fucking my thighs right now?”

Jeongguk’s eyes were closed as he grunted, “Fuck I could cum just like this.”

Jimin laughed again. He turned his head just slightly and caught a glimpse of the television. The crawler on the bottom read, ‘Kim Dohyun stuns the country with his endorsement of Lee Woo-bin for the National Assembly, choosing Lee over Kim Byung-ho who was largely speculated to be his choice.’

 

Jimin gasped and jumped to his feet, knocking Jeongguk back. “What the hell? What the hell just happened? Fuck, fuck, what is going on?” He ran towards the television. The cameras panned to his father, standing there stunned. Jimin watched Byung-ho swiftly alter his expression once he saw the camera. A very forced, congratulatory smile followed. 

Jeongguk stood next to Jimin. Both of them stared wide-eyed at the television in disbelief.  “Is this really happening?” Jeongguk said.

“I have to go,” Jimin began to dress. “I have to get over there.”

“No, you can’t. Everyone, including your father, thinks you’re in New York, remember? If you show up out of the blue, they’ll know you were lying about the trip.”

“I can’t just leave him to flounder. I have to know what happened. What did he do to piss off Dohyun? They’ve been friends for years. My entire fucking marriage was a set up to get us to this point and now he just bails on the deal? This isn’t right. This isn’t right,” Jimin panicked, “Something must have happened.” He stared at the television again. 

 

Byung-ho stayed behind to briefly speak with reporters, but he dismissed himself as soon as he saw a chance to get Dohyun alone. He ran quickly, still full of fake smiles.

He caught up with him, “What the fuck just happened? We had a deal. You promised this endorsement was mine. My poll numbers are going to tank after this, and you’ve endorsed my fucking competition!” Byung-ho spoke through angry gritted teeth. He had to remain calm because President Jung was less than a meter away from them. “We’ve been working through this for years, YEARS! You conniving bastard!”

“Want to know what just happened? Ask your son and his teenage whore. I’m not the one who broke our deal, Jimin did. All we asked was for him to be faithful and to keep his dick in his pants. But instead, he humiliated my son. Your political career is over if I have anything to do with it.” Dohyun turned his back and walked briskly up the marble stairs.

Byung-ho knew immediately why his friend was suddenly so angry.  Jimin had been caught.

***

 

Jimin called his father several times, but he didn’t pick up. His mind raced as he searched for answers. Jeongguk was right, he couldn’t go rushing over there when he was supposed to be a fourteen-hour flight away. So, all he could do was wait. They waited a few hours, hoping that Jimin’s father would return his call.

Jeongguk sat by him, holding his hand and sharing his burden. He didn’t know what to think either. Jimin’s entire marriage was a business deal, so why had everything fallen apart in the eleventh hour? Jeongguk shamelessly felt hopeful. With Mingyu and his father seemingly breaking a covenant between the two families, maybe this meant that Jimin could now be free. 

He took a moment to check his voicemail while Jimin tried yet again to call his father. There was a message from Mingyu. It had come in late the previous evening while he and Jimin were making love. Slowly, the words from his voicemail played into his ear - ‘I know you’re fucking my husband…,’

He shuddered and almost dropped his phone, “JIMIN! Oh God. Oh GOD JIMIN!” Jeongguk yelled. 

“What? What is it?” 

Jeongguk was shaking, “Ming. He knows. He knows!” Jeongguk played the message for Jimin to hear. 

“When did he leave this message?”

“Uh, uh,” Jeongguk checked the time, “about 10pm last night. I heard the phone ring but I didn’t recognize the number so I didn’t answer. Oh shit. Oh shit. How did he find out?” Jeongguk began to hyperventilate. “You don’t think he told his father, do you?”

“FUCK! FUCK!” Jimin paced rapidly throughout the bedroom, pulling his hair by the root, “Of course he told his fucking father. FUCK! That’s what this is about. That’s why he suddenly fucked my dad over. Mingyu and his father are very close, like best friends. He’s the first person that Mingyu would have confided in if he suspected something. Oh shit. What have I done? What have I done? I’ve ruined my father’s entire political career.” Jimin fell into the chair. 

His heart raced. The fallout from this was going to be epic. His father losing the endorsement was just the tip of the iceberg. Mingyu was spiteful and held grudges. If he really did have evidence of the affair, he was going to use it the most evil way possible. 

 

There was suddenly a knock on the door that startled both of them. With each second, the knocks grew louder and more aggressive until an angry voice yelled from outside, “Don’t fucking act like you’re not in there. Open the fucking door,” Mingyu yelled. He was so angry that he began kicking the door repeatedly.

The two lovers were in various stages of dress. They scrambled to put on clothes. 

Jimin ran to the door and opened it, “Stop it! You’re embarrassing yourself,” Jimin said angrily.

Mingyu barged in, “Embarrassing myself? You’re the one who’s fucking embarrassing. I knew you would be here with this teenage slut. I knew it. You’re so fucking predictable. Same airline, same seat, same flight, but one thing was different this time, you weren’t on the fucking airplane. Didn’t think I would check the passenger manifest, did you? No passenger by the name of Park Jimin flew out yesterday. I knew, I knew you were here in the apartment that you promised to give to me.” Mingyu shook with rage as tears flowed down his face. His eyes flitted between Jimin and Jeongguk, “You always were so beautiful together. But I never thought you would do this to me.” He dropped his head, his shoulders falling softly as he wept. “All I have ever done is love you. All I wanted was for you to love me back. I should have known when you couldn’t FUCKING GET HARD FOR ME, that you could never love me. I should have left. I should have backed out of the deal right away. But I made excuses for you. I hid your little secret, that you had a broken dick. And I found a way to make this marriage work. I fell in love with you. I was open and honest and I never did anything behind your back, or without your permission. I loved you the way a husband was supposed to love you. I may have fucked other men but I NEVER LOVED THEM! YOU’RE FUCKING IN LOVE WITH HIM AND THAT’S WHAT HURTS THE MOST! YOU COULDN’T LOVE ME BUT YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM? A FUCKING KID? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN HAVE IN COMMON? YOU’RE A FUCKING THIRTY-FOUR-YEAR-OLD MAN, A CEO AND HE DOES WHAT? PLAY FUCKING X-BOX?”

Jimin stood protectively in front of Jeongguk. He whispered to him, “Get your things and go. I’ll call you later. I need you safe.”

“I can’t leave you alone,” Jeongguk defied Jimin’s order.

Mingyu turned on Jeongguk, “And you…you smiled in my fucking face and pretended that you wanted to be friends when all along you were fucking him behind my back. Cozying up to him, manipulating him into giving you money and buying you gifts. Did you not think that I would investigate how a poor, stupid, college kid suddenly had an expensive BMW? Did you think I was that dense? As soon as I pulled on one thread, all of the others started to unravel, the renovated dorm, the fake college scholarships, the new phone and the electrical bills that were suddenly arriving from this apartment that was supposed to be empty. I figured it all out in a matter of days. Funny thing,” Mingyu laughed through his tears like a maniac, “I just knew that I would be able to get the security footage from the night the vandals broke into the copy room. But Jimin, you had beat me to it. All of the evidence was erased, or so you thought. Mr. Brilliant CEO, you were so busy fucking that you didn’t even realize there was a camera in the copy room filming the entire thing? That’s right, you missed a camera. Your security team was more than happy to give me the video, once they found it. I’ve got footage of your teenage slut bending you over and fucking you against the copy machine, in your place of business. Fucking idiot.

Jimin and Jeongguk stared at each other in terror. 

“Please tell me you didn’t show this to your father?” Jimin asked.

“I would never do something that disgusting. Let’s just say the footage is locked away someplace safe. But I did make sure to tell my dad that you had broken the terms of our marriage agreement. And he was livid. Daddy is a very powerful man and he’s about to be the next President. We were able to squash your father’s entire dream within minutes.”

Jeongguk begged Jimin, “You can divorce him. There is nothing he can do to you now. Just walk away Jimin. Don’t give him any more power over you.”

Jimin continued to stand protectively in front of Jeongguk, refusing to allow him to get any closer to Mingyu. His husband was in a very bad mental state, he feared that the situation could get out of control.

Mingyu sat at the table and crossed his legs. “He won’t divorce me. He has too much to lose. But there is a way that we can all walk away from this. Listen carefully while I lay down the terms of our new marriage agreement since you voided the old one by not keeping your dick in your pants.”

Jeongguk broke in front of Jimin and seethed at Mingyu, months of hatred and jealousy crossed his tongue. “Fuck you. You’ve tortured him for years, making him watch you with other men. You emotionally castrated him and left him for dead. The truth is that he couldn’t get it up because he’s not attracted to you. He hates you. But he was too loyal and kind to ever say it to your face. And now you have the audacity to try to punish him for finally finding happiness. But he’s always been honest with me and every night that I was deep inside of him, fucking him and satisfying him the way that you couldn’t, he screamed my name and confessed his love. He never even thought about you.”

“Shut up, Jeongguk,” Jimin pulled him back. “I told you to leave.”

“I’m not leaving!” Jeongguk barked, his anger percolating.

Mingyu covered his face and wept into his hands. His pain was unbearable. It was at that very moment when he realized just how much he loved Jimin and had taken him for granted. Every single insecurity that he had ever felt was manifested into reality. His husband had fallen in love with someone younger, more attractive, more interesting and worst of all, more sexually satisfying. All of his worst nightmares were coming true. 

Jimin said words that shocked everyone in the room, “I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. In my own way, I do love you. It’s just not the kind of love you need or deserve. Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe the time for us has ended. We tried, but it didn’t work. And after what happened today, my father is going to be on the warpath and this will start a war between our families. If we end this now, we could keep a lot of people from getting hurt. I want a divorce.”

“A divorce? And do what? Let him have you? Do you honestly think I’m going to let some kid take my husband?” Mingyu said viciously.

“You should leave, baby. Please. Let me talk to him alone,” Jimin tried once again to get Jeongguk out of harm’s way.

“DON’T LOOK AT HIM LIKE THAT! FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS THAT’S THE LOOK THAT I WANTED YOU TO GIVE TO ME!” Mingyu yelled again.

Jeongguk went into protective mode. Something about Mingyu’s erratic behavior told him that the worst was yet to come, “Let me stay. I need to be with you,” 

“NO, please don’t leave, Jeongguk,” Mingyu’s tears suddenly stopped. A vitriolic look of evil crossed his face, “You need to hear this because I have rules for you too.”

Jimin tried to intervene once again, “I’ve been good to you. I’ve let you live your life without restrictions. I’ve supported your business, lavished you with gifts, protected you, respected you. You can’t let it end like this. You can’t turn against me after we’ve been best friends for years. Ming, you knew what this marriage was from day one. Our fathers picked us out of a hat and threw us together for life. That’s not how love is made. I’ve always been honest about how I felt. I don’t love you, never have. Somehow, you’ve romanticized this business arrangement like it’s a storybook love affair. It’s never been that and never will. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted, but I gave you everything you needed. Remember, you were the one who brought him into our bed. You knew the risk. Yes, I love him. I didn’t mean for it to happen. It was just supposed to be sex on the side. But it quickly became more than that, he saved my life. He healed parts of me that I didn’t even know were broken. Ming please, just be rational about this. We can work something out.”

“And you think that pouring your heart out about how he saved you is going to make me feel better? How the fuck did you ever become a CEO of anything?” Mingyu said angrily. “Listen to me. Say goodbye to your little fuck buddy. You will never see him again. He will never fuck you again. No more gifts. No more phone calls. No more texts. No more carrier pigeons or however the fuck you two communicate. No more. He’s no longer your boyfriend. As far as you’re concerned, he doesn’t exist. Do you understand?”

Jimin grew outraged. No longer could he contain his anger. He couldn’t believe his slut of a husband was making demands on his life. He pushed Mingyu hard in the chest, ready to beat the shit out of him. He spoke in an even tone that made him even more frightening, “I’ll kill you before I ever let you take him from me. You won’t cut him out of my life. You can’t control me anymore.”

 “Can’t control you? Oh I think I can,” Mingyu said tauntingly as he wiped his tears. “I’m prepared to destroy you. I’ll take down your entire company, just to spite you and your dick of a father. Don’t believe me? Here’s a little news for you. I’ve already initiated a probe into your Real Estate acquisitions in the states. Yes, I’m that powerful. Even if you’ve done everything right, the auditors can still tie up the close of the sale for years and years and…years. You’ll lose billions. You’ll likely go bankrupt. Ah and Jeongguk, don’t think I forgot about you. How’s your dad feeling these days? Seems like he’s got some very good doctors, but how did he manage that? Well, I did some digging and found out the most curious thing. He doesn’t even qualify for the tier of service that he’s receiving. Whoever managed to get those doctors assigned to him broke many, many laws and that’s illegal. Stay away from my husband or an anonymous report might just be filed to probe for the truth. It would be a shame for your dad to lose his doctors and end up on his deathbed. And then there’s Yonsei. I think the Dean would be interested in learning how you funded your education through prostitution. I have all of the records of our cash transfers for sex. I would likely get a slap on the wrist. You, however, would get expelled. This is what happens when children play adult games.” 

“He’s innocent in this…why hurt him? He’s only here because you got him mixed up in this,” Jimin pleaded.

“I didn’t think you would hurt me, but you did.” Mingyu had all bases covered. “And if financial ruin is not enough, I have one more bit of humiliation planned for you. Remember Sobong, the man who drugged me and stole all of my shit. He’s been on the run for months now, but thanks to a private investigator I was able to find him. Turns out that scared little Sobong is more than willing to talk to the police in exchange for me dropping the charges and keeping him out of jail. He’s willing to tell them everything, about how the CEO of Park Real Estate can’t get his dick hard. And what will your shareholders say when I release the footage of the CEO of Park Real Estate fucking a teenager in a copy room? I’ll send the tape to every news outlet in Korea. You and your family will be the laughing stock of this town. I’ll go to the ends of the earth to make sure that neither of you escape my wrath.” Mingyu glared at Jeongguk. “Play by my rules and this will all go away. Jimin and I will stay married and we’ll send Jeongguk packing. He’ll find someone else’s husband to fuck and then we’ll all live happily ever after. And, as a special bonus…I’ll even keep him as my trainer. Everything will appear perfectly normal.” 

Jimin and Jeongguk were both sickened, dazed and confused. The reality suddenly sunk in. They were trapped. They stood in stunned silence, as they tried to process Ming’s threats. He had them cornered and there was nothing they could do. It was over. 

***

 

Jimin used his key to enter his dad’s home. His step-mother was away shopping as usual, which meant that Jimin and his father could speak freely. He found his dad sitting in the darkness, staring through the window.

“I’m sorry about the election dad. The race was so close, even without the endorsement, you almost won.” His father did not respond. He simply continued to stare through the window.  Jimin continued, “I know that you probably want nothing more to do with me. You probably want to destroy me and kick me out of the business and I don’t blame you. Ming found out about me and Jeongguk and told his dad. That’s why he reneged on his endorsement at the last minute. I thought I was being careful, but I wasn’t careful enough. I wanted you to win, and I take responsibility for this.” Jimin took a deep breath. There was much more bad news that he needed to tell his father. “But before you fire me, I need to tell you something very important.”

Byung-ho turned to his son, “What is it?”

“Jeongguk and I are no longer together.”

“I thought you…loved him. You risked everything to be with him, including your marriage.”

“I do love him. But Mingyu is on a rampage. He threatened me, he threatened Jeongguk, and he threatened our company.”

“Our company?” Byung-ho twisted in his seat and glared at Jimin.”

“He said that if I didn’t agree to stop seeing Jeongguk, that he would use his contacts in the National Assembly to bury the company in audits and ethics complaints. Dad, we both know that process could go on for years. It would bankrupt us and he knows it.”

“He what?” Byung-ho sat forward, rage slowly creeping across his face.

“He went after Jeongguk too; threatened to get him expelled from school and threatened to stop medical treatment for his dad. He wants to humiliate me and he’s got the evidence to do it. He says he’ll take everything to the shareholders. He’s hurt, he’s heartbroken. He’ll destroy me if I don’t do what he wants.”

“That little shit! Mingyu and Dohyun have the power and the connections to do everything he promised,” Byung-ho warned. “If they decide to come after these acquisition deals, we’re finished. The government has the power to shut down all of our operations and seize all of our assets if they think we’ve broken the law. By the time we’re exonerated, we’ll be bankrupt.”

“You have no idea how I suffered in this marriage. I was forced to accept him…with other men. This has never been a real marriage and he’s a vile, fucking, creature for claiming some kind of moral high ground.” Jimin began to cry.

But to Jimin’s surprise, his father placed a loving hand on his shoulder. “Stop it. Stop,” Byung-ho said gently. There was no anger directed towards his son, “After all we’ve done for that piss-ass family, this is how they repay us? Dohyun broke the deal, not you. His weak-kneed son went running to him to solve all of his problems instead of just handling it like a real man. I told you to be more careful and discreet, but I never faulted you for following your heart. I wish I was brave enough to risk it all for love. Your step mother was a marriage of convenience. I had no interest in her whatsoever, but she fit the profile of a politician’s wife, so I married her. I understand being in a loveless marriage, Jimin. Your mother was the only woman I truly loved and I ran her away. I was so blinded by my political ambition that I sacrificed everything, even you. Now that it’s all over, what do I have to show for it? A fractured relationship with my only child, a company that’s being blackmailed and an ex-wife who found happiness with another man. I want to hate you for what you did, for fucking up my life. But the truth is, this nightmare started with me. I can’t be angry with you. I can see your love for Jeongguk, but Mingyu’s got us by the balls. You can’t see Jeongguk anymore. You have to let him go.”

Jimin placed his head on his father’s desk and wept for untold minutes. “I can’t go back to the way things were. I won’t survive it. Life just won’t be worth living without Jeongguk.”

“Don’t say that. You can’t think that way. You have an incredible career ahead of you. This business is going to survive. Mingyu is angry, but if you recommit to him and play his game, he’ll back off and leave our business alone. Destroying us would destroy him.”

“He doesn’t care. His father is about to be President.”

***

 

Jimin was sitting in a meeting when a flurry of texts came through from Jeongguk. He excused himself from the room so that he could find a private place to read them:

***

 

Mingyu waltzed into the gym as if nothing ever happened. A month had passed since he forced Jimin and Jeongguk to break off their relationship. Life at home with Jimin was hell, but Mingyu knew that his young husband would eventually stop pouting and refocus on their marriage again. The date marked six months to the day since Mingyu had introduced Jeongguk to Jimin. The revenge was sweet.

He found Jeongguk waiting for him by the elliptical machines. He didn’t look well. The poor thing was definitely love sick. Everyone knew that the only reason Mingyu insisted on keeping his training appointments was to torture Jeongguk and remind him of everything he couldn’t have; the money, the sex, and especially Jimin. It was also the perfect way to keep an eye on him, to make sure that he was staying away from his husband.

Mingyu felt he had been relatively nice to the kid. He could have really torn his life apart if he had been so inclined. But being the decent man he was, he decided to let Jeongguk off the hook because after all, it was Mingyu’s idea to bring him into their bed. Still, he enjoyed watching Jeongguk suffer. He toyed with the kid, pushing him over the edge by constantly launching new probes into his father’s medications. It was all a very calculated game to make Jeongguk feel the force of his power; a reminder that he’d fucked with the wrong man’s husband.

It burned him to see how in love Jimin and Jeongguk were. It wasn’t something that would pass easily, so Mingyu’s only option was to keep them apart - forever. He was prepared to do whatever it took to keep them from ever touching again. Their bond was disgusting.

 

“Good morning!” Mingyu sang.

Jeongguk refused to make eye contact with him. He stared towards the corner as Mingyu approached him.

“Got something for you.”

“I don’t need anything from you,” Jeongguk said softly. “Get on the treadmill to do your warm up.”

“Don’t look so sad. Here.” Mingyu showed Jeongguk his phone. There was a picture of a man in his late twenties. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and he appeared to have just finished a run. “He’s young, hot, athletic, and not married.” Mingyu smiled, “I can introduce you. What do you think?”

Jeongguk started the treadmill, “Start slowly to warm up. I have to go downstairs to check on another client, but I’ll be back to start your stretches.”

“Jeongguk, I’m trying to help. I know you miss Jimin but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a married man and you can’t be with him. It’s been a month already. You’re only twenty-four years old. Don’t you think it’s time to move on?”

Jeongguk continued downstairs. He never acknowledged a single evil word spoken from Mingyu’s lips.

Jeongguk was in a shitty mood and by the time he returned, he was determined to make Mingyu pay by pushing him through a very painful and unpleasant workout. Mingyu wanted to complain but he didn’t like the way that Jeongguk was staring at him. The large doe eyes that he once found so charming were now creepy and full of hatred. To avoid any further conflict, the elder decided to hold his tongue and keep his complaints to himself. He just wanted out.

It occurred to Mingyu that maybe his little humiliation game had gone on long enough. At that moment he decided this would be the last workout with Jeongguk. It was time to get another trainer because Jeongguk seemed more and more sadistic each time they met.  

“Ok. That’s enough. We’re done here,” Jeongguk barked.

Mingyu could barely stand. His legs felt like putty. He spoke out in anger, “So, got some bad news. I think this will be our last session. This set-up just doesn’t work for me anymore. I’m going to find another trainer. Preferably one that’s never fucked my husband,” he said with vitriol.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes with disgust, “Fine. I’ll take you off of the schedule. Please make sure your bill is paid in full. You forgot to drink your smoothie. Since I’m no longer your trainer, I won’t be around to help you with your fucking cramps. Do a cool down on the treadmill. I’ll be right back.”

 

Mingyu stepped on the treadmill and started his slow walk to cool down. Jeongguk immediately left the area to fetch the green shit smoothie that he forced down Mingyu’s throat every session.

But after a few minutes, Mingyu realized that Jeongguk was taking longer than usual with his smoothie. He was done with his cool down and he was ready to go. He stepped down to begin stretching on his own. When Jeongguk returned, he was disheveled and sweaty, anxious.

“What happened?” Mingyu asked.

“I had to take the stairs. Something’s wrong with the elevators.” Jeongguk handed the green smoothie to Mingyu. 

“Since when have stairs bothered you? I thought you always took the stairs.” Mingyu laughed. He drank his green smoothie in one huge gulp, just like he always did. There was no hesitation because after months of drinking Jeongguk’s terrible concoction, he’d grown used to it.

Jeongguk watched him closely. “Drink all of it. Your magnesium levels are in hell.” 

Mingyu held the cup completely upside down to make sure to empty it. And then, without even a goodbye, Jeongguk grabbed his gym bag and stormed out.   

 

Mingyu took a few moments to gather his stuff and then headed out to his car shortly after Jeongguk. When he reached the parking lot, he noticed Jeongguk sitting behind the wheel of his BMW with the engine on. The guy seemed to be watching him. Ming was sure it was just his imagination but he felt uneasy. He moved faster, unlocking the door with his key fob well before he arrived at the car. He slid into the driver’s seat, fine leather crunching underneath his weight. 

Everything was fine until he went to turn the car on. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf that quickly traveled up to his thigh. At first, he thought it was just cramps from his workout. But typically, the smoothies loaded with magnesium took care of any cramping so he couldn’t understand why it was happening. Maybe it was just leg fatigue from the vigorously long run. Whatever it was, the pain was intensifying and spreading. He felt light headed.

Jeongguk slowly drove by him, still glaring at him with hatred. Mingyu tracked him, watching him pull onto the expressway and disappear.

Ming needed to get home. He thought that if he could just get home and rest, he would feel better. Quickly, he started his car. His hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white, fingers numb as if they belonged to someone else. The pain was excruciating. His heartbeat began to thump wildly, the pace winding down. The world around him tilted slightly, like a ship taking on water. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. 

“Just got to get home,” he said, frightened.

He pressed the gas and the car lurched forward from the cragged pressure of his foot. The tires screeched beneath him, spinning up smoke with the sudden torque. Whatever was pulsing through his body, he could feel it seeping deeper and deeper into his bloodstream. His pulse stuttered and his chest tightened. His head lolled for a moment but he caught himself and jerked upright. He knew he needed help.

“Call Jimin,” he said sloppily to his blue tooth. 

By this time, the car was driving itself through the parking lot because Mingyu could barely keep his eyes open. His world felt like a tunnel, closing in on him. His thoughts frayed. Jimin’s diamond smile was the last vision to cross his mind. 

The car veered left through the parking lot. Tires screeched as the pain caused his leg to convulse, pressing the gas pedal to the floor. More pain lanced his gut as the car sped out of control, straight towards the brick wall of the gym. Mingyu was no longer conscious. He never even hit the break. The impact was deafening; a bone-rattling crunch of metal as his Lamborghini struck the unyielding brick. The hood crumpled, glass shattered and the airbag exploded into his face. The car came to rest halfway through the wall with dust and debris settling like snow around it. His lifeless body slumped forward.

“Hey Ming,” Jimin answered. “Ming? Ming, can you hear me…?”

But there was no response.

***

 

The call from the police came into Jimin’s phone just shortly after the ominous call from Mingyu. The police said he had been in an accident. Jimin raced to the scene and was there within minutes.

He jumped from the car and ran through the parking lot. He pushed through the gathering crowd who surrounded his husband’s cherry red Lamborghini. Red and blue lights flashed, illuminating the mangled wreckage in the otherwise black of night. Paramedics swarmed; their voices quiet, solemn. 

He raced around looking for the ambulance that held his husband. He just wanted to be by his side, hold his hand and assure him that everything was going to be alright. But his breath caught as he saw Yoongi approaching him. Officer Min Yoongi held a clipboard in his hands and a badge around his neck. His face was pale, his expression grave. 

“Jimin?”

“Yoongi, where’s my husband?” Jimin asked with tears in his eyes. He already knew the answer. The entire moment wreaked of death. He could smell it beneath the aroma of burned rubber and crushed metal. 

“I was called out to the scene to investigate the crash. Ah fuck, Jimin.” Yoongi gathered the courage to say the words, “Ming, he’s uh. He’s dead.”

Jimin’s legs buckled as he surged forward and fell to his knees. Yoongi had to catch him to keep him from hitting the ground. “No. No. No. No. I just, just saw him. He can’t be. He can’t be. What happened? He just came to work out. What fucking happened?” Jimin could barely stand. Yoongi called over a paramedic to sit him on the stretcher but Jimin refused. Instead, he ran to Mingyu’s car. He opened the car door and looked inside, hoping to see his husband sitting there with just a silly little bruise on his head. But he wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere.

“Where is he? Take me to him,” Jimin said, voice barely a whisper.

“He’s at the hospital - in the morgue. He was already deceased when we arrived on the scene,” Yoongi said painfully as he held back tears.

Jimin had the presence of mind to evaluate the damage to the car. Only one airbag had deployed. Although the hood of the car was destroyed, the cage was just fine, completely untouched. 

“This accident looks so minor. This killed him?”

“It didn’t. That’s why I was called in. We don’t yet know the cause of death, but the accident didn’t kill him. He didn’t have a single scratch on him when they removed him from the vehicle. An autopsy has been ordered, and I can almost guarantee that injuries from the accident will be ruled out as the cause of death. Did Mingyu have any medical issues, heart problems, or a history of seizures? Anything like that?”

Jimin was still stunned. He couldn’t process it all, “Uh no. No, nothing like that. He was a very healthy and active thirty-eight-year-old.”

“Given who his father is and who…you are, we’re trying to keep this investigation as discreet as possible. We haven’t released news of his death to the media, but it’s only a matter of time before they find out.” Yoongi whispered, “Would you like me to call anyone for you – maybe Jeongguk?”

“He needs to be here,” Jimin said quickly. “He’s Ming’s trainer. He was here working out with him. Maybe he can tell us if something was off with Mingyu before he left. I can call him. I’ll ask him to come.”

“If he was the last person to see him alive, he may have useful information,” Yoongi said.

Jimin stepped away from Yoongi and sent an urgent text.

 

 

Yoongi waited until Jimin finished his text and then covered him with an umbrella, “Come with me. Step inside of the squad car. It’s beginning to rain.”

Yoongi offered Jimin the shelter of the squad car as he answered more questions about his dead husband. He was numb. The words ‘he’s dead’ echoed over and over in his mind. 

As the rain picked up, the matte black BMW belonging to his life’s love, slowly pulled up to the scene. Jeongguk rushed from the car, leaving it running as he searched the parking lot for Jimin. Jimin opened the police car door and ran as fast as he could into Jeongguk’s arms. They embraced as Jimin wept on his shoulder.

“He’s gone. He’s gone,” Jimin said over and over.

Jeongguk comforted him, “I’m here.” He whispered very specific words into Jimin’s ear, “It’s done. No one can ever take you away from me again. Never. I’m here, baby.”

Yoongi immediately came over when he noticed the two of them. They were careful not to kiss because there were too many eyes and too many curious ears. Jimin held Jeongguk’s hand and introduced him to Yoongi.

“Yoon, this is Mingyu’s trainer. He was with him just before the accident happened. He’s also a close family friend,” Jimin explained.

“I’ve heard great things about you, it’s nice to finally meet you,” Yoongi shook Jeongguk’s hand

“I wish it were under better circumstances,” Jeongguk said as he watched the CSI team swarm around Mingyu’s car. “Why are the investigators here?” Jeongguk asked nervously.

Yoongi took out his notepad, “There was a car accident, but we suspect that there may have been another cause of death. Jeongguk, was the deceased complaining about headaches, or stomach aches or any illness at all when you were together?”

“No. Nothing,” Jeongguk answered.

“And about what time did he arrive?”

“Oh about 8:00 pm. It was an evening session. He left around 9:15pm. We typically train for about two hours, but I cut it short because I needed to get home,” Jeongguk replied.

“Did you see him enter his car?” Yoongi asked.

“No. Not really. I went to my car, he went to his. I left before he did,” Jeongguk replied

“Was he walking ok or complaining about anything? Did he seem confused or dizzy?” Yoongi asked.

“No. Not while he was with me. He worked out as usual. Ran, lifted weights. Nothing was out of the ordinary,” Jeongguk replied.

“Did he take any pills or eat anything?” Yoongi asked.

“No,” Jeongguk replied.

“Did he drink anything?” Yoongi asked.

“No,” Jeongguk replied.

Jimin’s radar went up. Jeongguk had just casually lied. An absolute staple of their workout routine was the green smoothie that Jeongguk custom made for Mingyu during every session. They never skipped it because of Mingyu’s tendency to catch serious cramps in his legs. Jeongguk had perfected a concoction with a magnesium boost that kept the cramps from happening. He gave it to Ming during every session - always. Jeongguk made eye contact with him. His left eyebrow tilted slightly upwards. 

“Detective?” One of the uniformed officers approached him, “We’ve got some footage of the victim leaving the gym.”

They all watched the video together on the officer’s phone. Everything captured matched Jeongguk’s recount of the events. They could be seen walking to separate cars, not interacting with each other at all. But there was one small thing that Jimin noticed, that the rest of the officers did not. Jeongguk did not leave right away. On the very far corner of the screen, he could be seen sitting in his car, watching Ming very closely. It wasn’t until Mingyu was seated in his car that Jeongguk finally drove away. 

Yoongi continued, “Well until the autopsy comes back, we won’t have any more information about his cause of death. Sad to say, sometimes, even those who appear healthy, can have underlying issues that sneak up on them. We may be looking at a heart attack. But it’s too soon to speculate. I’ll let you know when I hear more.”

“Wait, before you go,” Jimin asked, “have you…told his father?”

Yoongi looked towards the ground and shook his head, “That’s my next stop.”

***

 

The news of a Presidential candidate’s son suddenly dying was shocking for the entire country. Even though his case was treated with the highest priority, very few of the questions around Mingyu’s sudden death were answered. The autopsy results were inconclusive. The official cause of death was listed as natural causes.

Dohyun became obsessed with finding out what happened to his son. He was certain that Mingyu had been murdered and that it was orchestrated by the Park family. He couldn’t focus on anything else, not even his campaign. Dohyun was filled with grief which affected his ability to work or think rationally. As his very public allegations against the Park family continued, many in his campaign felt that he was no longer competent to continue his bid for the Presidency. He withdrew his candidacy a month before the election.

With Dohyun out of the way, Byung-ho found new life in his political career. The race for the National Assembly seat had been so close that the caucus urged him to run again. In the end, he didn’t need Dohyun’s political prowess because his money and financial backing of the right people brought him the support he needed. The next election for the National Assembly was four years away, but Byung-ho was already assembling his new election campaign.

 

As much as they wanted to be together, Jimin and Jeongguk went their separate ways. A shitstorm was raining down on the city of Seoul and Jimin wanted to make sure that Jeongguk was not anywhere near it. They spoke every day, and texted every day, but they didn’t dare see each other or meet. Even though he had been questioned multiple times by the police, there were certain facts about the night of Mingyu’s death that Jimin kept to himself. Craftily, he threw up blockers, alternate theories to keep the police off kilter.

 

Despite retiring from the spotlight, Dohyun continued to point the finger at the Parks for Mingyu’s death. The Parks were a prominent family and investigating them for murder when there was absolutely no proof that Mingyu had been murdered, was preposterous. But out of respect for Dohyun’s former position as the Prime Minister, the head of the KPA ordered Yoongi to do one last evaluation of the evidence. Yoongi pulled all of the records, even though he already knew what his final report was going to say.

The toxicology report was clean. Even though they found a small trace of a sedative in Mingyu’s blood, it was not enough to kill him. Plus, they couldn’t determine exactly when the sedative had been ingested. Mingyu was known to have trouble sleeping occasionally, so it was possible that it was just remnants from a sleeping pill. Nothing was conclusive and there was no smoking gun.

Yoongi even pulled all of Jimin and Jeongguk’s phone records, just to rule out any conspiracy. There had been no activity for over a month, up until the night of the accident when Jimin texted him to meet him. They clearly had no contact leading up to Mingyu’s death and Yoongi was able to prove it.

But there was one piece of evidence found that could have been very revealing - had it not disappeared. The night of the accident, before the CSI team arrived on the scene, Yoongi found a small syringe lodged into the seat of Mingyu’s car. He knew immediately that whatever was in that syringe was likely the true cause of Mingyu’s death. However, to keep the investigators from asking Jimin any ‘uncomfortable’ questions, Yoongi decided to casually remove the suspicious syringe, drop it into a baggy and throw it into a garbage bin a few miles away. It would have been their strongest evidence of foul play, if it had been tested. But thanks to Yoongi, it never saw the light of day. Having friends in high places certainly benefited the powerful Park family. 

With Yoongi’s re-evaluation yielding no new results, the coroner eventually closed Mingyu’s case with the cause of death being ‘natural causes’. And with an official cause of death on the records, Dohyun’s insistence of foul play blended into background noise.

 

After a socially acceptable grieving period, Jimin went back to work as if nothing had happened. Seven months after his death, Mingyu’s belongings were packed up and sent to his grief-stricken father.

To Jimin, Mingyu’s death felt like a gift. All of his problems had simply vanished. A burden had been lifted from his shoulders and he wanted to scream with joy from the rooftops. And that, in Jimin’s mind, made him a terrible person, an unrepentant devil that he had to live with. But he couldn’t help his feelings, they were what they were.

***

 

It was the first time opening the door to his new home. He punched in the digital code and the door clicked, before slowly creeping open. He’d never had a code before, or a key or the freedom to walk right in as he pleased. 

For Jeongguk, it felt strange being back in Jimin’s penthouse again. The little apartment on Jongno had become their second home where they spent many of their special moments. Coming back to the place where it all started felt surreal, especially considering that the dark cloud of Mingyu no longer existed. 

He pulled his luggage behind him, three large suitcases that held all of his belongings; everything he needed for the start of his new life. There was a note that sat on the glass table just beyond the front door. It simply said, ‘Welcome Home, love Jimin’.

“Home,” Jeongguk whispered to himself. 

After everything they had been through, after everything they’d had fought for, it was finally over. Months of keeping their distance, never being seen together in public, and never speaking openly about Ming’s death was all behind them. It was their time to be together, to be a couple, to be in love. 

The wicked warlock known as Mingyu was dead and finally out of their way. A ‘better’ person would have mourned his death, and felt remorse for everything that led up to it, but Jeongguk was unapologetically not the ‘better’ person.

 

As he walked through his new home, he noticed that every trace of Mingyu had been removed. It was odd considering how much Jimin once appreciated him. But their last few weeks together had been so divisive and turbulent, that Jimin clearly wanted no memories of him to linger. Even his prestigious awards that once adorned the walls were all gone. It was further validation that his death was the solution they all needed.

With graduation less than five months away, his father doing well and out of danger, and his new life with Jimin, Jeongguk felt an overwhelming sense of relief and joy that he couldn’t explain. He was overwhelmed, weeping as he fell onto the couch.  

The quiet of the penthouse was broken by the heavy slap of helicopter blades. Jimin was landing on the helipad. Jeongguk jumped to his feet and ran towards the staircase that led to the roof.  Before he could even get the door open, Jimin was halfway down the stairs. They met each other in the middle with Jeongguk embracing Jimin in his arms, lifting him from his feet. After months apart, countless texts, and endless video calls, the ache of missing each other had not dulled.

Jimin kissed him, urgent and deep, lips hungry for what texts couldn’t carry. Jeongguk’s dark soulful gaze penetrated his skin, pouring into him like warmth.

“We did it. We did it. Oh God, it’s finally over.” Jimin’s raspy voice repeated.

Jeongguk found the words heart mending. He responded to him with equal fire, fingers threading through Jimin’s soft hair. They merged mouths, sharing the heat of their breaths. The taste from months of longing was finally sated as their lips met with a desperate edge, teeth grazing, tongues searching, as if they could reclaim every lost moment in that single, searing embrace. Their hands worked like wild, twisting and pulling away their clothes so they could feel the press of each other’s naked warm flesh.

They stumbled backwards, the cold concrete of the stairwell biting into Jeongguk’s back. Clothes flew all over as they stripped each other with desperate fervor. Jeongguk’s baggy jeans wrapped around his ankles as he fell backwards, naked bottom crashing into a seated position on top of the cement step. 

Jimin was partially naked with the exception of his open dress shirt and black tie. He surprised Jeongguk by reaching behind his body and pulling a large anal plug free. Lube slid down the back of his thigh. He had been anticipating this moment for days and he was wide open and ready to take an ass worth of his lover’s pole. He didn’t care of the fuck was messy, painful, or even awkward, he just wanted it. 

He straddled Jeongguk’s lap in the tight corridor of the stairwell as they positioned themselves awkwardly amidst the stack of concrete steps. Jimin closed his eyes and collapsed his hips over Jeongguk’s erection, impaling himself in the process. He was so aggressive that he caused them to slide down one step and bang against the cement wall. 

The corridor shook as the helicopter lifted off. Their pants and moans were drowned by the whirring blades as it flew off into the distance. But the gradual dimming of the helicopter noise was overtaken by the gradual crescendo of their hedonistic screams.  

Jimin bounced up and down on his lover’s cock, lube slathering between them and squishing from his tight space. Jeongguk trembled as he held onto the railing to keep them from sliding down more steps. Jimin was ravenous, fucking his fervent thank you’s into his young lover as their foreheads bumped against each other with every wild stroke. 

With his large capable hands, Jeongguk reached underneath Jimin’s ass and gripped it as the elder continued to ride his cock. The clapping of their bodies echoed against the concrete walls. He was so deep inside of Jimin that he could see his bulge move up and down inside of Jimin’s stomach. As Jeongguk’s climax erupted, he lost his grip, causing them to slide down another step. Two minutes into it and he couldn’t take it anymore. He blew one long breath with a soft undercurrent of moans before throwing his head back in surrender. His orgasm coursed through his limbs, innervating every cell within his body.  

Jimin grabbed Jeongguk’s face so hard that he forced his lips to pucker. He gritted through his teeth, “Fucking cum inside of me. Fill my dirty little hole with your filthy cum. You’re mine forever, nothing will ever come between us again.”

“Aw fuck,” Jeongguk’s brows furrowed. He couldn’t breathe, the fuck was so good. Once again, he held onto the railing.

“Make me wet. I want to hear the sound of your cock swimming inside of me. Get me wet, cum hard for your old man,” Jimin whispered into his ear.

He released inside of Jimin’s body, giving him everything he demanded, including so much cum that they could hear his dick sloshing around in Jimin’s hole. 

Through his heavy post orgasmic breaths, Jeongguk grunted, “You belong to me now. No one will ever take you away, we’ve made sure of that. You’re mine forever and I love you.”

Jimin listened to Jeongguk’s unfiltered, untethered words with deep understanding. “I love you too and I’m yours - forever,” he panted as his body seized with orgasm while he screamed with untold pleasure, until he lost his voice.

***

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