**Author's Notes**

Hey Everybody? It's been a long time hasn't it? For my regular readers, you know that I don't typically go this long without updates to ongoing fics. It has been a very rough coupe of months, but I think I everyone knows what has been going on so I won't rehash all of it here.  Anyhoo, I have finally completed Sealed Lips and this last chapter is a whopping 33k. Well, so much for making this a quick One Shot. Also due to character limitations, this final installment will be posted in several parts. So keep reading until the end. 

This very last chapter starts off with a series of naughty text messages and JM reaches out to JM to make sure that he's coming to his GOLDEN listening party. The story picks up on November 4th, the night of the party.

Just a very honest warning- this chapter is very VERY NSFW. If you are not familiar with my writing, please know that I am very naughty and my sexual scenes are graphic and explicit. Please skip this last chapter if you are uncomfortable with sex scenes.

For everyone who followed me over here from Kofi, I love you. I am so grateful for you. I will never forget you for supporting me. My hope is that we can get to know each other better and really have fun in our safety zone. 

Thanks for supporting me, even during my hiatus. You're the best friends I could ever hope for. I love you. I love you. I love you.

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Summary:

As Military service looms, JM and JK become more and more and unsure of their future and present. Even their closest friends start to question the level of intimacy in the Are You Sure series, raising doubt about the entire project. JM suffers a mild case of depression that lingers until the magic of Sapporo. JK wants out of his own GOLDEN listening party so he can be alone with JM. And Namjoon takes a stance againt JM and JK's relationship and everyone is left reeling.

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Tags:

~ NSFW (21+) 

~ Porn with Plot

~ Hurt/Comfort

~ Mild Angst

~ Canon and Canon divergent

~ Lies/Deceit/Betrayal

~ Everybody's Lips are Sealed

~ Graphic Sexual Content

~ Homosexuality

~ M/M

~ 33k

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November 4th - 6:oopm KST

 

November 4th, 2023

 

Jimin grinned naughtily at his phone before placing it down on the counter. He studied himself in the mirror, contemplating if he needed more volume on the left side of his hair. He was blonde again, a surprise specifically for Jeongguk and their pending trip to Japan. The locks that framed his face felt natural, like returning to his organic state. The color suited him well. He’d worn it for so long that it seemed like a birthright, like home. 

Content that his hair was as good as it was going to get, he moved on to his outfit for the evening. He hadn’t had a chance to ask Jeongguk what he was wearing, but he knew his boyfriend and his stylist well enough to predict that he would likely be adorned in all white, like a shiny new bride on top of a wedding cake. After all, it was Jeongguk’s night; his GOLDEN album release party. He was the single star of the show and all of the other members proudly and respectfully took the backseat.  

That also meant that Jimin needed to wear black to compliment him and maintain their black and white couple status. So black was the final decision. Fortunately for Jimin, Chanel sent over a full ensemble with a $3000 pair of jeans, and a $6,000 embroidered sweater - all in black.

But before Jimin could change, there was a knock at the door. He glanced at his $55,000 Rolex watch to check the time. They weren’t due at Jeongguk’s party for another two hours, so he wondered who could be visiting.

 

The awkward, yet rhythmic knock continued; a sure sign that it was his Hyung/neighbor at the door.

Jimin smiled, “Just a minute.” He stopped in his bedroom briefly to pull on a sweater before answering the door. 

“Joonie! What are you doing here so early?” Jimin welcomed his bandmate inside.

“We need to talk,” Namjoon said as he walked into Jimin’s apartment and headed straight for his dining room table. 

“Talk? This sounds serious. Talk about what?”

“You know what…in fact you know exactly why I’m here two hours early. Jimin, I have some things that I need to say to you.”

“How about a drink?” Jimin was not just offering a drink to Namjoon, he also needed one for himself. Whatever Namjoon had on his mind, it was significant.

“Sure, got any beer?”

“I surely do. It’s Jeongguk’s favorite so I keep a lot of it around for when he comes over to…help with my music.” Jimin smiled.

“Jeongguk…,” Namjoon echoed. “Big night for him tonight, huh?”

“Very big. Have you listened to his entire album? Oh God Joonie, it’s extraordinary, definitely Grammy material. And the video…I just can’t say enough about the entire project.”

“I’m sure you have much to say about Jeongguk and this project.” There was a tone of sarcasm in Namjoon’s voice. He didn’t want to appear angry or hostile, so he dialed it back and centered himself. If he was going to get the answers that he needed, he had to be neutral. Pissing Jimin off would get him nowhere so he treaded lightly, “I heard the first couple of songs, but I haven’t had a chance to listen to the entire thing yet. Seems like you’re the only one he played the full album for.”

“He values your opinion very much as well. I’m sure it’s just because he hasn’t had much time,” Jimin explained. “You were the first one to hear Seven.”

“Time has nothing to do with it. More like preference. It’s your opinion that matters the most to him these days.”

“He’s an incredible man these days. Our little maknae is all grown up,” Jimin gushed.

“Mochi cut the bullshit. Can we just be honest for once?”

“I’m always honest, Joonie. All you have to do is ask the right questions,” Jimin said elusively.

“Are you and Jeongguk soft launching - revealing your relationship?”

“WHAT?” Jimin was taken aback. It was a bold question coming from their leader. “Why would you ask that?”

“Last week, I was in the office. I happened to walk by the film room so I popped my head in there to see how the editing of my documentary was going. Some of your producers from the show were there editing the early footage from Are You Sure. They were making the storyboards for some of your scenes. Talking through the merchandise, that sort of thing. I couldn’t believe some of the locations that were booked for filming. Most of the time you were sharing the same bed. I was even more shocked that our production team and Sejin went along with how the show was portrayed. How do I even say this…?”

“Just say it.” Jimin sipped on a glass of whiskey. He scowled politely at Namjoon as the elder gingerly danced around the topic.

“Jimin, do you have any idea how intimate - fuck I can’t believe I even used that word, but it’s the only way to describe what I saw in your footage. Do you have any idea how romantically involved you two appear to be in those early episodes? You’re all over each other.  Jeongguk is a creature of impulse, so I can understand him not realizing how all of this must look on camera. He’s also the least likely to give a fuck. But you Jimin, you know better. You know exactly what fans will think when they see that shit. There’s only so much the producers can cut without leaving gaping holes in the storyline. Most of your…carrying on…was kept in the show.” Namjoon took a deep breath. It was time to really get into it. He needed answers for the sake of the entire team, “I know you two have had a thing for each other for years and honestly, me and the other guys have looked the other way. We love you both and we understand how things like this can happen, especially considering what you two have gone through together. The five of us even held a meeting with Sejin and the management team to figure out how to handle it. All of the members, every single one of us, decided to support you quietly. We did so by looking the other way and letting you be you. As long as it didn’t hurt the group and as long as you kept it private, under control, we were fine with it. But what I saw in that Are You Sure footage was neither private nor under control. I don’t even understand how you talked management into this fucking idea in the first place. It’s time to be honest Jimin, what’s going on?”

“I love him. He loves me,” Jimin said simply.

“I was afraid of that.” Namjoon quietly reflected upon Jimin’s words as he sipped his beer. He put all the pieces together in his head. “It was Yoongi who pointed it out first. He always knew. We all laughed it off, thinking you two were just fooling around. I honestly didn’t even believe that you were gay. Jin and Tae refused to believe anything romantic was going on between you two. The two naive fools thought you were just really, really, really good friends. It took years for them to come around.”

“Tae knows the truth now. We told him everything when we were together in Jeju.” 

“Tae refuses to tell me anything. He’s very loyal to the two of you. After I saw the footage from the show, I went to him first and asked him to give me his opinion of what was happening between you and Jk.  He told me to talk to you. So I’m here to talk to you.”

“I told you we’re in love. There’s nothing more to say. I need to get dressed. We’ve been talking forever and we need to get to the club.”

Namjoon refused to move from the spot. He continued, diving deep into the heart of the matter, “The reality of your relationship became very clear to all of us when we found out that you were planning to enlist together in the buddy system. Even Jin had to admit it. Yeah…I think that’s when things got real for all of us.” Namjoon reflected again.

Jimin released a heavy sigh, “Fine. So now you know everything. Where does that leave us?” Jimin asked sternly. He worried about where Namjoon was going with the conversation. Would he demand that he and Jeongguk stop seeing each other? Would he demand that management step in to kick them out? Or did he have something even worse in mind?

Namjoon looked Jimin directly into his eyes, “So you admit that this travel show is much more than just content for your fans?”

“It’s much more than that.”

Namjoon was distressed. The information he was getting was troubling, “You promised me that this wasn’t a soft launch, so why the fuck did you chose Sapporo for one of the upcoming locations? The fucking gay capital of Japan. You have to know how this looks? Why there? Why not…someplace else? Anyplace else?”

Jimin was surprised to learn just how much Namjoon knew about their travel plans. He loathed having to justify his decisions, but he was forced to tell his hyung the full truth, “Because we know they’ll treat us well there. They’ll give us the experience we want, make us feel loved unconditionally. It’s one of our favorite places. This show means everything to us, not just Sapporo but the entire show. It’s like the honeymoon we never had.”

“Honeymoon? Why would you even use that word? God Jimin, is it that serious?”

“I told you…we’re in love. I just wanted to spend more time with him. We have no idea how the military is going to change us or what it’s going to do to us mentally. We needed this Joonie, for our own mental health we needed this. Can you imagine carrying a secret so big that it starts to eat at you from within? Can you imagine our frustration with not being able to hug or kiss or hold hands without fear of someone seeing us and finding out our secret? Do you have any idea how it feels to be forcefully shipped with other people, even other members and not be allowed to say a thing? Do you know how hurtful it is to be the subject of ridiculous dating allegations and not be able to defend ourselves? It’s killing us. Something had to give so we created this show. It’s our last chance for a few moments of normalcy before our lives change forever. You can’t fault us for that. You can’t fault us for that - you simply can’t.” Jimin poured out his heart as honestly as he possibly could.

Namjoon’s heart was not prepared for the vulnerability and honesty that Jimin poured over him. Still, he had to consider the bigger picture. He had to think about the group first. “Jimin…I understand what you’re saying but why couldn’t you have just vacationed privately? The fact that you poured all of this into a very public show for Disney, tells me that you’re trying to send a message to the world. And now is just…not the time. We’re in dangerous territory. The company is struggling to source income beyond BTS. Other groups under the label are underperforming. They need to find the next big group in order to give us more flexibility. Until they do, we’re the majority profit source keeping the entire company afloat. Not to mention the stock prices are all over the place due to some questionable acquisitions in the U.S. market. There’s whispers of a legal battle brewing with New Jeans - it’s starting to heat up. Not to mention the political shit happening in the country. There’s just so much going on, you can’t choose this moment to let everyone in. It’s just not the right time. Please reconsider airing this show. Just shelve it…at least until your service is over.”

“No.” Jimin was quick and firm with his answer. No one, not even Namjoon who he respected as much as his own parents, could dissuade him from moving forward with their travel show.

Namjoon had to think strategically about his next move. Jimin was clearly not going to cave and just give in to his requests. Being a leader could be a nasty business. Leaders were there to protect the interest of their teams even if it meant confronting individual members. Namjoon had to consider what was best for everyone. 

But in this case it wasn’t just about the team; it was about the two maknaes who he held so dear to his heart. It was about stopping them from self-destructing. He was in a quandary but he had to protect them. “Jimin, as the leader of this group, I cannot allow you to come out into the open with your relationship with Jeongguk. I understand you’re in love. I understand that you’re frustrated and at a breaking point. I’m not telling you this because I want to control you. I’m telling you this because I love you. So many insiders within the company have tried to convince me behind your back that we needed to stop this, to break you two apart. But I have always refused. I’ve always defended you. I’ve always felt that your relationship, whatever it was, needed to run its course. It would only stand the test of time if it was true love, meant to be. History has proven me right. You two have true love, seven years strong, possibly longer. Even with all of the temptation around you, you still only have eyes for each other. Plus you’ve handled it all so professionally, why would we ever say anything against you?” Namjoon swallowed hard. He was hesitant to say the next piece, “This travel show however…it puts us all in danger and you don’t even realize it. For the first time, I’m questioning your intentions and how all of this will end. We’re about to enter the service at a very tumultuous time in our country. We can’t have the spectacle of a relationship between two band members hanging over all of our heads; especially the two of you.”

“I understand, but I’m not killing the show,” Jimin defiantly defended his position. 

Namjoon could see the hurt in Jimin’s eyes, but it was Jimin’s growing anger that concerned him the most. He didn’t want Jimin to be angry with him for trying to protect him. “I was afraid that you would say that.”

“Is this an ultimatum? Break up or we’re out? Are you…going to recommend that we be kicked out of the group? Will BTS no longer have Jimin and Jeongguk?”

“Kick you out?” Namjoon found himself chuckling. “Yeah, sure if we want BTS to crash and burn and never sell another album again. Sure, that makes sense. Kick out the most popular two members. PJMs would bomb my house,” Namjoon laughed.

“Actually they want me to go solo, so there’s that,” Jimin laughed. It was a moment of levity for both of them.  He shrugged, “Yeah, it would be a pretty dumb move. In case you haven’t noticed, Jeongguk is kind of the best singer on the team and one of the best singers in all of pop.”

“Kinda’ yeah. And you’re kinda’ the best dancer in all of pop so…you’ve got us by the nuts.  Your voice is what gives the group color. It takes all seven of us to make BTS, not five.” Namjoon tried a more 

humble approach to help Jimin understand his side of the argument, “Jimin, the days of threatening members to force them to do what we want ended in 2017 when we became the biggest group in the world. Like I said, we’re the primary source of income for a multi-billion dollar corporation. You and Jeongguk can technically do anything you want to do. However, just because you can do whatever you want, doesn’t mean that you should. Besides, we couldn’t kick you out if we wanted to. And by the way, we don’t want to. That was never even a slight consideration. I told you…I love both of you. We all love you. We’re family. And we’ve all lived with your elicit little affair for years. This conversation is not about making threats, it’s about coming to an agreement. It’s about figuring out how to protect everyone’s best interest personally and professionally. It’s a hard conversation to have, but as the team leader, I have to have it.”

“Agreed.” Jimin’s pounding heart returned to normal. He was relieved to know that Namjoon didn’t feel that he and Jeongguk’s relationship was fatal to the team. “Seriously, me and Koo Koo do kind of have your nuts in a vice grip.” Jimin clenched his small fist and squeezed a pair of imaginary nuts. “Back to my original question. Where does that leave us?”

Namjoon’s face twisted, “Koo Koo? Did you just call him Koo Koo? Yuck.” He shook his head and tried to contain his laughter. After shedding a few chuckles, he moved on, “I tried to get you to kill the show. You refused, so now we negotiate. Can we have one of the senior producers and the marketing team do the final editing? They’re all very neutral and can give honest feedback on what footage may be a bit over the top. We can make sure that nothing too revealing makes the final cut.”

Jimin gave it some thought. He admitted openly, “We got a little too comfortable living in our own world during filming. We haven’t seen any of the footage yet but we were very unguarded. Maybe we can agree that it was a bit too provocative at times based on what you saw. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Tae being there…things may have gotten out of control. Jeongguk is just…so much fun to be with. We needed to unwind from our busy schedules and things just happened,” Jimin looked away. He didn’t want Namjoon to read his eyes. He didn’t want Namjoon to discover what Tae had accidentally discovered. Jimin and Jeongguk’s relationship had become sexual. 

Namjoon continued, “And…do we agree that now is not the time to make any announcements to the world…about your relationship?”

Jimin didn’t answer that question right away because it hurt too much to think about. Instead he pivoted, “We’re going to continue to be ourselves because that’s what our fans want, but we’ll tone it down.”

“Tone it down and keep it quiet?” Namjoon inquired again, looking for Jimin’s commitment.

“This show is not meant to be a soft launch. I’m not ready to come out of the closet yet. I’m not ready to share my relationship with the entire world. I mean, I wish we could come clean with the truth because hiding our love is painful. But I understand that we can’t do that right now for a variety of reasons. You have my word. I appreciate your concern. Jeongguk however…,”

“Yeah we all know that Jeongguk wears his heart on his sleeve. But I’m hoping that you can talk to him. Help him understand how much is at stake. You can’t go into the military service acting more like lovers than buddies. Mochi, this news is huge. If people found out about this, so many haters would come after you. Your physical safety could be at risk. It’s just too dangerous.”

“That’s fair. We understand that it’s not our time.” His voice trailed off. His mind flashed back to the lyrics of Jeongguk’s first solo hit single,  My Time, and the words rang so true that they echoed throughout the chambers of his beating heart. It just wasn’t their time. 

Jimin said all of the words that Namjoon needed to hear, even though it killed him inside to do so.  As he stared through the window, he could see the sad reflection of his own face bounce against the sunset. Even though he agreed to tone down some of the romanticism from their travel series, his soul ached for having to once again deny his love for Jeongguk.

***

Jeongguk arrived at the Golden Release Party around 8:00pm. The swanky little restaurant was one of his favorites called Woo Hyang Woo Barbecue lounge. It was a high-end restaurant in the heart of Seoul just a few miles from the HYBE building.

The marketing team did a great job decorating the place. It was all decked out in green and gold in celebration of his GOLDEN album. Black SUV after black SUV lined up at the curb, delivering some of the biggest Idols in Seoul. Jeongguk’s invitation list included all of his band mates as well as AESPA, Kim Soo-hyun, Park Seo-joon, and Jung Hae-in just to name a few. 

Jeongguk emerged from the car, flanked by managers and bodyguards. He was a bonafide star and it was his night to shine. Even though the album had been released to rave reviews, he was still nervous. It was the first time that many of his friends, industry people, executives and bandmates would be hearing his all-English album. What would they think? Would they like it? Would they hate it? Would he receive criticism for his pronunciation? Delivering an album in all English was a risky and gutsy move. Yet the fearless maknae of the group did it without hesitation. But at the precipice of it all, he wondered if he had made the right choice. What would his circle of influencers think? Their opinions mattered. 

Decked in all white from head to toe, Jeongguk made his way down the stairs into the body of the exclusive restaurant. His eyes sparkled as he gawked at the publicity photos from his album covers that adorned every room. Never had so much attention been placed just on him. It was surreal stepping out of the shadow of the biggest band in the world. He missed his bandmates and seeing his face solo pictures all around the room only made him miss them even more. 

He was greeted by all of his producers, song writers, and stylists. But his eyes still wandered, looking for the familiar faces that could ease his soul. He didn’t see them - any of them. He proceeded to make small talk and shake hands, but he grew more and more uneasy when he realized that none of his bandmates had arrived. And most importantly, Jimin was nowhere to be found. 

***

Even when the conversations were adversarial, Namjoon was still easy to talk to. Outside of Jeongguk, he was the member that Jimin felt closest to. Accordingly, Jimin purged during their thirty minute drive from Nine-One to Woo Hyang Woo Barbecue lounge. He told Namjoon all of the dirty little truths about the seriousness of he and Jeongguk’s relationship. He even mentioned going back to Japan to celebrate their anniversary of GCF. Namjoon processed all of the information without judgment, even though Jimin could see his mind twisting behind his pensive eyes. Jimin greatly appreciated that Namjoon was just there to listen, only offering advice when prompted. He wanted the best for Jimin and Jeongguk and it showed in the care with which he took to understand them. Jimin was almost sad when their driver announced their arrival at Woo Hyang Woo. There was so much more that he wanted to share with him. 

The door slid open and Namjoon popped out first. Jimin took one last look at his hair and straightened the collar on his sweater before exiting. He hadn’t seen Jeongguk in three weeks and he wanted to look his absolute best. He knew that the blonde hair would delight his young lover to no end, and he was excited to see his reaction. With his Chanel bag tossed askew across his shoulders, he carefully descended the steps into the restaurant. 

***

Jeongguk was shocked when he looked up and saw both Yoongi and Jin walking towards him.

“What are you doing here? Jimin told me that neither of you could make it?”

“Well, originally we weren’t going to come, we couldn’t get approved for the time off. But at the last minute, we were cleared to come. We wouldn’t miss this for the world. It’s not everyday that the youngest releases a solo album,” Yoongi grabbed Jeongguk and gave him a hug. “You look great. I can tell you’ve been working your ass off, you’re all muscle.”

Jeongguk smiled shyly, “I’ve been working hard, that’s an understatement.”

“I saw the video premier. Holy shit Jeongguk, I couldn’t even believe that was you. You’re all grown up,” Jin said seriously. He pulled Jeongguk’s head into his shoulder and pretended to cry. “I’m so proud. The song is so good, the video, the dancing. You’re going to win every award out there,” Jin beamed.

“Hearing this from you two, really means a lot to me. Thank you. Thanks for coming,” Jeongguk felt close to tears. Receiving praise from his hyungs was the ultimate reassurance. 

Jin looked around to make sure that no one was within ear shot and then leaned in to ask Jeongguk a completely different question, “I’m hearing rumors about some show you and Jimin are filming. Porn kind of stuff. What’s that about?” Jin teased.

Jeongguk laughed loudly, “I think calling it porn is a bit aggressive. It’s a travel vlog. No porn. Literally none,” Jeongguk broke into a brilliant smile, hugging Jin tightly as he laughed over his porn allegations. 

“Well keep it in your pants. None of us want to have to explain you two having sex on camera,” Jin continued to tease.

“How are you two doing? From what I’m hearing, you’ve been accepted into the buddy system together. Is that true?” Yoongi asked.

“Yes. It’s the best news that anyone could have given us. We don’t have to be apart. We’re going to serve together. We’ll be assigned to the 5th Division Training Center near Jin.”

Yoongi pulled Jeongguk closer. Jin leaned in as well. They whispered to each other as Please Don’t Change blared through the speakers of the restaurant. “I’m going to give you a little advice.

Everyone is watching you. Be careful with this shit you’re doing with the travel show.” Yoongi’s words felt more like a warning than advice.

Jin added his unsolicited opinion as well, “Don’t do anything drastic. Right now, everyone is buying the buddy routine. In fact, the show is probably helping to sell how close you are as friends. But there’s a fine line between friends and lovers. Tread lightly Jeongguk. We all know how you can be when your heart is involved.”

“Yoongi is right, people are watching you…especially the guys in the 5th Division. I hear the whispers all the time. Everyone wants dirty secrets on Jimin and Jeongguk. Something they can hold over your head for leverage when you join the team. Trust me, the name BTS won’t help,” Jin added.

Jeongguk’s back stiffened. He resented having dire warnings thrown at him in the midst of his very important night. He knew that his hyungs meant well, but he just wasn’t in the mood to hear their bullshit or take their advice. Once again he scanned the room looking for Jimin. 

“Thanks for the advice fellas. I understand everything you’re saying and I promise to…oh hey, I have to go. Excuse me for a second.” Jeongguk turned his back to his two bandmates and walked away. He pretended he needed to talk to a producer. He fetched his phone from his pocket and began texting Jimin right away:

Jeongguk spun on his heels so fast that he was dizzy. He almost didn’t recognize the platinum blonde standing in front of him. The only thing he knew for sure was that the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on was standing there dressed in all black wearing signature Chanel. He vaguely perceived Namjoon as he walked towards him in search of a hug, but he could not take his eyes off of Park Jimin. He leaned sideways and gave Namjoon a partial tepid hug. He was happy to see him, he really was. But he was more impressed with his boyfriend. 

Despite the noise of Seven blaring through the speakers, the room went silent. Jeongguk didn’t even realize that his guests had hit the dance floor to move to his music. The young one could hear nothing, see nothing except the figure in front of him. In his mind, the world stopped because platinum blonde Park Jimin had entered the building.

“Your hair…,” Jeongguk smiled.

“Surprise.” Jimin bit his bottom lip. He prayed that every hair was in place and the color was vibrant beneath the low lighting. He took a single step forward with heavy anticipation of hugging the bandmate who also happened to be the love of his life. “Do I get a hug?” Jimin mouthed beneath the pounding of the music.

Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi watched the two as they stood in the middle of the room gawking at each other. The two of them breathed long heavy breaths as if they wanted to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck right there in the middle of the floor. 

“Sure this isn’t peculiar at all,” Jin rolled his eyes. He’d had enough. He headed over to the bar where all of the members were assigned to sit. 

“Hey, take it easy. People are watching,” Namjoon suggested. He saw Yoongi and went in to greet him,“What’s up Yoon? He gave Yoongi a hug and pulled him towards the bar to have a drink. Let’s give these two a second to work through whatever the hell they’ve got going on. Let me buy you a drink.”

Jimin continued to stare at his young lover, “You look incredible. White is a beautiful color on you. You look like a superstar,” Jimin smiled. He held his position as if his feet were glued to the ground. He couldn’t stop gazing at Jeongguk. He couldn’t believe how good he looked and how much he’d missed him.

“I guess I am a superstar…just for tonight I guess.” Jeongguk put them both out of their misery aby leaning in to give Jimin a platonic hug - as platonic as he could muster given how badly he wanted to yank him into the restroom and fuck him over the urinal.

They patted each other awkwardly on the back and then quickly pulled away. 

Moments later Tae arrived. He charged towards them and pulled them both into another group hug, “Hey guys, it’s been months. So happy to see you. And congratulations Jk, I can’t wait to hear the entire album. I’m hearing Grammy buzz already.” 

“Hey Tae. How are things? How’s Jennie?”

“We are…taking a break. I leave for the military in less than a month and I don’t feel it’s fair to make her wait for me. So…I broke things off. But I really don’t want to talk about that tonight.” There was a clear sign of despondency in Tae’s face. The situation with Jennie was serious and the break up seemed to affect him. Tae leaned in with a different topic. Still holding both Jimin and Jeongguk tightly in each arm, he whispered, “Hey, Joonie’s been asking a lot of questions about Jeju and what I know about your relationship. I kept my promise, I never told him a word. But…I think that maybe he needs to hear the truth from you.”

As Somebody played in the background, Jimin set Tae’s mind at ease. “I’ve already spoken to Joonie. He knows…everything he needs to know.”

“Yeah, what did he have to say about it?”

“He’s worried about the show and what it will reveal, but I handled it. Thanks for keeping your word Tae. Thanks for keeping our secret. We should have never placed you in this position, but you handled it well.”

Jeongguk slid away from Tae’s grip and rounded on Jimin, “What do you mean you told Joonie everything? What did he ask? What did you tell him?” Jeongguk was irritated to know that Namjoon had been asking questions about their relationship behind his back.  

“We’ll talk later. I handled it baby, I promise. Tonight is all about you. Play Hate You again. That’s my favorite song on the entire album.” Jimin smiled. They tried hard, possibly too hard, to look normal, like everyday bandmates.

Tae saw someone across the room that he knew. Like the extroverted charismatic person that he was, he excused himself to go talk to them.

“So Joonie came down hard on you huh?” Jeongguk asked with concern.

“Nope. It was nothing like that. Besides, I handled it. Now go mingle with your guests. It’ll look weird if you just stay here and talk to me all night.”

“But I want to stay here and talk to you all night.”

“Go…,” Jimin pointed to the door where the guests were arriving. 

“Can I at least get you a drink?” Jeongguk asked.

“Whiskey - your best whiskey. The finest you have, not that cheap shit,” Jimin laughed. 

“One whiskey coming up.” Jeongguk could feel the eyes in the room upon them. Jimin was right, he needed to mingle with the crowd even though he hated being social. He whispered a quick, “I’ll be back in a little while. I love you,” before walking away.

***

A few hours later, the liquor was flowing and everyone was in a great mood. Jeongguk’s GOLDEN album had played through about ten times, giving everyone a sense of his incredible work. The album was a certified hit and everyone was in awe of Jeongguk’s ability to deliver it in English. More Grammy buzz filled the room as people discussed their favorite songs. Jin and Yoongi had already left for the night, but Namjoon and Tae were still mingling with the crowd. Jimin, being the nostalgic picture fairy that he was, grabbed them all for a few pictures before the night got too late.

After the photos, Namjoon and Tae said goodnight, leaving Jimin as the last BTS member remaining at Jeongguk’s party. The place was still stuffed with guests. Everyone stood around, drinks in hand, bobbing to the music which had transitioned to a collection of smooth jazz and pop. 

After several minutes of laughter filled conversation with his friend Loco, Jimin scanned the room looking for Jeongguk. He suddenly realized that he hadn’t seen him in a while. It was not unlike Jeongguk’s social battery to run empty during long social engagements. Jimin figured he was hiding, waiting for the party to be over. 

The first person Jimin saw when he left the bar was manager Hamin, one of Jeongguk’s managers. 

“Hey Haemin, have you seen Kookie?”

“Jimin! Hey, good to see you. Nah, haven’t seen him.”

“Thanks,” Jimin shook Hamin’s hand and then went on with his search for his missing boyfriend.

“Seen Jeongguk,” Jimin found Sejin and a few of the front office employees in the dining area.

“No.”

“No.”

“Not for about an hour,” Sejin advised.

After twenty minutes of searching, Jimin began to worry. Jeongguk was nowhere to be found and no one had seen him. He’d searched the entire restaurant. There was no sign of Jeongguk anywhere. Jimin headed downstairs to the lower level. It was dark and no one was there. He walked down the hallway calling for him, “Koo Koo? Are you here?”

No answer. Jimin stopped near the storage room and stood outside of the door. He was growing angry with Jeongguk for ditching his own album listening party. He immediately pulled out his phone to start a text to Jeongguk. 

All at once,  Jimin released a yelp when he felt himself go airborne,“What the…?” 

He looked left and right as he was forcefully yanked backwards. A large hand covered his mouth while pulling him into the pitch dark storage room. There wasn’t a single moment of situational awareness for Jimin before Jeongguk had his lips pressed against Jimin’s neck. His hand moved feverishly, traveling beneath Jimin’s clothes, desperate to feel his warm skin.

Jimin instantly recognized his boyfriend’s touch. He laughed softly, amused by Jeongguk’s trap. And it was definitely a trap. A carefully crafted plot to get Jimin alone.

“What took you so long to come looking for me? I’ve been waiting for you forever,” Jeongguk growled into Jimin’s neck.

“I’m here now,” Jimin wrapped his hands angrily around Jeongguk’s jacket, pulling it down and tossing it to the floor. “Fuck I’ve missed you.”

“I’m here now,” Jeongguk teased using Jimin’s own words. 

Jimin moaned feebly, unable to resist as Jeongguk used his tongue to force his mouth open. It was there where their lips collided, smashing against each other helplessly.

Jimin’s nostrils were filled with the slightest hint of cigarette smoke coupled with the earthy autumness of his boyfriend’s fragrance. He delighted in holding him, feeding on him as if he were his first meal after days of starvation

Their sentences were sparse, uttered between passionate breaths. Jimin’s fingers ran up and down the undulations of Jeongguk’s arm muscles as his teeth pulled at his tank top. He wanted him naked. He didn’t care that they were in the middle of a restaurant, in the middle of a party, surrounded by guests. Their immediate needs superseded their rational thinking. Within a flash, Jeongguk was on his knees twisting the buttons on Jimin’s expensive slacks. He peeled the zipper open.

Jimin was already moaning. He could feel his pants drop and the chilly air of the storage room surrounding his exposed cock. Jeongguk’s heated puffs of breath brushed against his balls. He wanted to cry because he knew what was coming. And it was exactly the freaky shit he wanted to happen in a storage room full of mops and cans of tomato sauce. 

Jeongguk positioned himself on the floor before Jimin’s crotch. He slanted his mouth deeply over the elder’s tip. The first taste of his flesh was like a drug; sweet, elicit, forbidden. The second taste was like honeysuckle, just as alluring as the first. Jimin’s skin was soft despite being stretched taut over his thick erection. He lapped, and sucked and swallowed, stimulating Jimin’s cock until it swelled down his throat. Spit dribbled down his chin, escaping the corners of his mouth, and soaking the front of his shirt as he bobbed his head back and forth over Jimin’s entire length. 

Jimin placed his hands on either side of Jeongguk’s head. With furor, he balled his fists, trapping large clumps of Jeongguk’s hair within them. He bucked his hips, pushing his cock repeatedly into Jeongguk’s mouth, forcing his shaft to dance along the younger’s tongue. After thirteen healthy strokes through Jeongguk’s tight jaws, Jimin’s legs began to tremble. He thrust his head back so hard that he bumped it against the wall, causing the shelves to rattle around them. With the twisting of his fingers, amidst Jeongguk’s shortened locks, he controlled his boyfriend’s head like a marionette, pushing his cock in and out of his wet mouth.

“That’s it…right there…oh Jeonggukie…,” he panted and then doubled over, intensifying the thrust of his hips. 

Jeongguk could suddenly taste a slightly salted warmth puddle in the back of his mouth. With the compression of his jaws, he trapped Jimin’s pulsating cock, fully intending to swallow every iota of his orgasmic fluids. 

Jimin moaned loudly, giving zero fucks about who could possibly hear him. Shivers ran through his body, surging through his fingertips. Before he could complete his release, he was airborne again. Jeongguk braced him in his arms with Jimin’s pants still dangling around his ankles. Their heated tongues wrestled in a filthy  kiss. Jimin could taste his own cum in Jeongguk’s mouth. It was sensual, sublime. Jimin had already cum once but greedily he wanted to cum again. All they had to do was wait until they got home, but neither had the strength to wait that long. 

The larger man anchored his small boyfriend against the wall. Jimin managed to shake his pants loose so that he could wrap his legs around Jeongguk’s seductive body. With his pulsating cock still leaking, he straddled Jeongguk and allowed himself to be jostled about the small storage room. 

Once again Jeongguk was at his lips, parsing them with the insertion of his tongue. Every physical encounter between them seemed to intensify 100 times greater than the last. This time was no exception. The more Jeongguk bounced Jimin in his arms, the more aroused he became. Amidst the tumult and chaos, Jeongguk’s pants magically unfastened and dropped to his knees, exposing a cock so hard that it cut through his CK boxer shorts. Jimin could feel it on his leg and he wanted it inside of him. He desperately wanted it. 

***

Sejin sat at the bar rubbing his temples. Many of the guests were leaving and all of them wanted to know where the guest of honor had disappeared to. Logically, they wanted to say goodbye and wish Jeongguk well with his new project. And that situation was exactly why Sejin instantly had a headache. Sejin knew exactly where Jeongguk was… and Jimin too for that matter. After Jimin had approached him wondering where Jeongguk was, Sejin decided to check the restaurant cameras. He observed just enough footage to realize that Jimin disappeared in the basement near the storage room. And where Jimin was, so too was Jeongguk. Knowing the two of them as well as he did, he hoped for the best - but prepared for the worst. To make his predicament even more annoying, he was the only one who could fetch them and force them to come back to the party. He was the only one in the room who knew their dirty little secret and the only one who knew they were inside of that storage room doing - whatever they were doing. He literally crossed his fingers and prayed that they weren’t fucking. Kissing, blowjobs, nut massages, neck sucking…he’d seen it all before. He could handle anything - except fucking. 

As the few remaining guests mingled amongst themselves, Sejin made a run for it and snuck downstairs into the dark storage area. The heaviness of his footsteps lightly shook the wooden stairs. As he approached the bottom floor, he heard moaning. He was positive that he heard moaning. A slight panic erupted in his head, triggering a few asthma related coughs. His back fell against the rail where he rested for a few minutes. A little mental preparation was in order, given what he predicted the two love birds were doing. He grabbed his chest and pulled his inhaler from his coat pocket. 

“Shit,” Sejin muttered to himself, “they’re fucking. Definitely fucking.” After two healthy pumps from his asthma inhaler, he gathered his wits and continued on. With a deep gulp, he wrapped on the door and mumbled softly, “Guys…uh…well…ok…this is awkward…but uh…your guests…”

There was no answer. The room inside was completely quiet. The moaning that he thought he heard was actually straining from the restroom pipes overhead. His heart pounded in his chest. They were in there, he knew it. So if they weren’t going to come out, then he was going to have to go in. He used his large right hand to cover his eyes and burst through the storage room door. With his eyes still covered, he felt for the light switch and flipped it on once he was inside.

“Guys…I’m sorry…I’m really sorry. But you have to come out now. People are getting suspicious and…,” Sejin peeped through his fingers. He braced for what he might see. 

***

Jeongguk emerged from the elevator with Jimin lagging significantly behind him. With his jacket askew and his zipper still fallen, he immediately waved at the few remaining guests who applauded when he reappeared. He took his time shaking hands and wishing everyone goodnight. As soon as he spoke his first word, the taste of Jimin’s seed tickled the back of his throat. He licked his lips and smiled, happy to have the lingering reminder of their little trist.

Jimin gave Jeongguk a few minutes lead time before strolling over to the bar with his hands in his pockets. As casual as he tried to appear, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. He couldn’t believe how close they had come to getting caught. Thankfully they had heard the footsteps and coughing coming from the stairwell. Otherwise they wouldn’t have realized that anyone was coming. They were so terrified of getting caught that they were able to redress within milliseconds before fleeing the back door of the storage room and racing for the opposite end of the basement where they took the service elevator to the main floor. 

Jimin squatted uncomfortably. He was wet around the crotch, covered in a combination of spit and cum. His pants were on inside out and his underwear was missing. They had moved so fast that Jimin misplaced his underwear and had no time to collect them. Somewhere behind one of the shelves of tomato sauce, his black CK boxers lay abandoned.

Sejin couldn’t believe he had been wrong about what Jimin and Jeongguk were up to. He felt guilty for thinking the worst of them. They were nowhere to be found in the storage room which meant they were probably someplace innocent where he just hadn’t looked. Even though he felt bad for misjudging them, he was relieved. He turned out the lights to the storage room and climbed back up the stairs. As soon as he reached the top, he looked over and saw Jimin mingling at the bar. The room was mostly empty and Jeongguk stood near the door greeting his guests as they exited.

“Jimin. There you are. I was looking all over for you. I even…,” Sejin laughed at himself and whispered his thoughts, “I even thought you may have snuck down to the basement…,” his cheeks turned red 

as soon as he said it. “I can’t believe you were up here the entire time. I even went down there to look for you.” Seijin laughed again. He tapped the bar for the bartender to bring him a glass of wine.

“Looking for us? So that was you?” Jimin said unconsciously. He stared into the bottom of his glass with a slight smirk. 

“What was me? What do you mean?” Sejin sipped his wine. His world was suddenly happy and in order again.

“Ah…nothing. Nothing. Well now you’ve found me.”

Jeongguk approached with a certain urgency in his gait. “Hey, looks like everyone is gone, so I’m about to dip as well. I have an early flight to the U.S. tomorrow, so…,” he glanced at Jimin, signaling him to back-up his story.

“Uh-uh yes! YES! He has to go. I bet he’s not even packed.” Jimin let out a loud obnoxious giggle as he fell across the counter. 

“Nope. Not even packed…so I’ll be going now. Great party Sejin, thanks for helping to put all of this together. Jimin…it was lovely to see you again. I’m going to leave the party now…alone…and travel alone to my apartment and sleep there…alone. I’ll see you when I return from New York.” Jeongguk extended his hand for a handshake. Jeongguk was a terrible liar, leaving Jimin once again to awkwardly validate his ridiculous explanation.

“Uh…uh…,” once again, Jimin scrambled for words, “sounds like a great plan. Great plan. We’ll have a beer when you’re back in town. I’m going to go out to my car and you hurry over to yours. Separately we will travel to our respective homes. Goodbye now…,” Jimin held his laughter so tightly that his stomach ached. He shook Jeongguk’s outstretched hand and then sprinted towards the first black SUV that was lined along the curb. 

Sejin followed them out to make sure they reached their cars safely. He had known both men since they were young teenagers. Of course he knew when they were lying. And they were definitely lying. At the same time that the astute manager was sniffing out their untruths, he also happened to notice that Jimin’s pants were inside out. At no point had Jimin’s pants been inside out earlier in the evening. Sejin had the pictures to prove it. They certainly weren’t inside out when Jimin was scouring the place looking for Jeongguk. So what changed? 

Sejin tilted his eyebrow upwards. A closer look at the other one revealed that Jeongguk’s pants weren’t even zipped. And both of them had wild hair tossed all over their heads. Neither of them had been disheveled earlier in the evening. And he could see faded traces of lip prints and red marks on each of their faces. As he watched both of their cars drive away, it was at that moment that he knew.

“Oh fuck me,” Sejin said aloud, realizing that he had been right all along. It was the two of them that he’d heard in the storage room. Somehow they had managed to sneak out right before he busted them. He laughed at them, at himself, at the entire situation that was quickly growing out of their control. They had done the very worst, in a public place where the stakes were the absolute highest, yet that had gotten away with it. Once again they had given into their temptation with no consequences which meant they would definitely do it again. Sejin felt a pang in his chest as he once again feared for their future. They had escaped again, but would they be so lucky next time?

***

What began months prior as a gruff, selfish, uneven style of fucking had blossomed into passionate and artful resplendence; a sexual performance that was the apotheosis of beauty.  Over a very short period of time Jeongguk had learned what it really meant to make love, to express love, to create love. His every move was calculated, practiced, and delicate. He knew how to prepare Jimin’s body to take him and he knew exactly what to give him. In Jimin’s mind, it was easily the most dramatic transition they’d ever experienced in their seven years of being in love. They became two completely different people between the sheets, with a love that differed greatly from anything they’d ever shown to their adoring public. 

For at least a minute, there was no sound or movement, except the angry friction of their breaths. Jimin’s eyes were fixed wide, his mouth gaped, his chest tight as he felt Jeongguk’s entire length slide into him.

He had no idea how Jeongguk had managed to enter him so painlessly. He urged his hips upwards towards him, countering the waves from his body. Jeongguk’s strokes were tight, shallow with a subtle rhythm that left Jimin entranced. 

“I’m all the way inside…so deep…fuck so deep,” Jeongguk whispered softly, focused on Jimin’s every breath, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort.

“I can take…a little more but don’t hurt me,” Jimin said impishly. His innocent act played right into Jeongguk’s need to dominate and protect.

Each strike of Jeongguk’s sword was like a shock of heat. Jimin wrapped his arms around the pillow as he laid on his stomach, accepting Jeongguk’s gentle pounding from behind. Every few strokes Jeongguk would withdraw, just to run his tongue up and down Jimin’s gaping hole. Jimin knew that his selfless boyfriend was buying himself time, forcing down his fugacious propensity for cumming too soon by pulling away from the warmth of Jimin’s body.

The final time was one too many because Jimin could no longer stand the emptiness. He rolled over to his back and pulled Jeongguk’s large heavy body down over him. 

“Come back, I need you,” he whined as his trembling fingers encountered the hard shape of Jeongguk’s massive arousal. He stroked the trembling cock several times with his hand before guiding it back to his empty space. Folding his legs into his chest, he presented his oil slicked entrance to his lover once again. “Cum inside of me,” he whined. 

Within seconds he felt the head of Jeongguk’s cock pop through his entrance. Once again the slow steady strokes resumed with the younger burying agonized groans into the crook of Jimin’s neck.

And then came another slight shift in position as Jeongguk sat on his knees, legs anchored firmly into the overly soft mattress. The younger grabbed each of the elder’s ankles and placed them over each of his shoulders. His hips rolled like ocean waves, driving deeper once again into Jimin’s slick abyss. He kissed the arches of his feet and licked the padding on each of his toes while never missing a stroke. Jimin felt himself burn crimson from head to toe as his body reacted to the intensity of the fuck. Once again Jimin’s soft eyes widened while his brows furrowed. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him, and how his baby was making him feel. He tried to speak but the orgasm carried his words away. The only thing he could do was nod and pant as his orgasm contorted his body, bending him like an inverted rainbow as his velvety seed burst from his tip.

Like dominoes, they triggered each other. The roar of Jimin’s orgasm peaked just as Jeongguk’s began. Everything ignited as they emotionally disappeared amidst a furor of need. Jeongguk’s arms wrapped tightly around his boyfriend. Holding Jimin against the hardness of his body, he used his vast strength to push his cock to the deepest point of Jimin’s insides. And it was there where he released, holding himself in place so that every iota of his cum was deposited inside of the one he loved. They both gasped and went still, absorbing the feel of it.

He withdrew amidst a puddle of velvety sweet liquid that clung to his pubic hairs. His body went limp as he fell to Jimin’s side. They had both entered a completely new phase in their relationship; one that left them emboldened with power over the other. Dangerous indeed.

***

 

The alarm clock sounded at 9:00 am the following morning. It was dreary, cold and rainy, exactly like Jimin’s heart. The thought of Jeongguk leaving again was intolerable. As the younger one showered, Jimin ordered take out from a local restaurant down the block from Jeongguk’s apartment. If the roles were reversed, Jeongguk would have made sure that Jimin had a home cooked meal before traveling. But as luck would have it, Jimin wasn’t as adept at cooking as his boyfriend. To make up for it, he made sure to order a nice hearty meal to help tide Jeongguk over until his flight. It was the least he could do after the incredible night that Jeongguk had given him.

As Jimin set the table, he maneuvered around the three large suitcases that Jeongguk had stacked behind the couch. His lover was off to New York again, but this time some of the most important performances of his solo career were scheduled.  From a live appearance on GMA to a pop-up concert in Times Square on the TSX stage. It was his time to shine and his time to show the world what he could do. Jimin ran his hands along the scores of awards that sat atop Jeongguk’s counter - most of them still in their original wrappers because Jeongguk hadn’t had time to unwrap them. Jimin could feel the tears begin to well in his chest. He was so proud of his maknae. The shy young kid who was once too timid to even take his shirt off in front of the other members was now half naked on a billboard in the middle of New York City sporting a pair of CK jeans. How quickly the night had changed. 

The tears that he tried to hold back, suddenly began to fall. Was he just proud of his boyfriend? Was he just dreading being apart from him? Or was there something completely different clawing at his emotions? Jimin didn’t know. He didn’t understand his own tears.

“You only get this pensive when you’re thinking about military service. Is that why you’re upset?” Jeongguk appeared. His hair was wet and he was rubbing it briskly with a large towel. He was shirtless and moist. He parked behind Jimin, giving him a back hug with plentiful kisses along the neck.

Jimin just wasn’t ready to address all of the emotional shit that was embedded in his brain. He leaned back into Jeongguk’s embrace and shut down all of the thoughts. 

“Your breakfast is ready. I’m not in a cooking mood so I ordered you something.” He smiled.

Jeongguk turned him around and gazed into his eyes, “So is this what we’re going to do? Pretend that nothing is bothering you?”

“Yep. That’s exactly what we’re going to do. I need you focused. You have a big two weeks ahead of you. So many incredible opportunities to show the world who you really are and showcase your talent. I am…a very proud boyfriend.” Jimin was wearing a silk robe that was three sizes too big. It belonged to Jeongguk, of course. Even though Jimin had plenty of clothes that he kept at Jeongguk’s place, he chose to wear his boyfriend’s clothes every time.

“Fine. At your stubborn request, I’ll ignore your emotional turmoil - for now. Moving on to something else, tell me what Namjoon said to you yesterday before my party. You said he confronted you about the travel show and our relationship.”

“Joonie meant well. Please don’t be angry with him. It was a venial conversation where we both said what we needed to say.”

“And what exactly did he say?”

“Same old shit we always hear. Are you in love? Are you soft launching? Do you plan to expose your relationship? Do you realize how revealing the travel show is…? That kind of stuff,” Jimin said with frustration. 

“Wait…how did he know anything about the travel show?”

“Just our luck that he saw some of the footage while they were editing the first few episodes. He was beyond concerned to learn that we shared the same bed during several of our stays. He called you bopping me in the nose a MMA match. He was full of questions and opinions.”

“That must be how Jin and Yoongi found out. He must have told them. That’s why they ambushed me at my party. I guess it’s all hands on deck to make sure that we don’t get out of line and ruin BTS,” Jeongguk said sarcastically.

“Look baby…I had to make some promises…you know, to calm everybody down.”

“What did you promise?”

“I agreed to let a third party take another look at the final cut of the show before it airs, just to make sure that viewers don’t see anything that might be misinterpreted.”

“Uh-huh, adding another editor. Good idea,” Jeongguk laughed. “What else did you promise?”

“I promised that we would continue to keep our relationship - a secret. No fan reveals. But his concern wasn’t about what we planned to tell people. He was more worried about how cuddly we looked on the travel show.”

“We never had plans to tell anyone. Our chemistry is so explosive on screen that it’s hard to hide what we really feel.”

Jimin nodded, “I love you. You love me. It shows. We can’t hide it. We’ll do what we can to tone things down, but at the end of the day…,”

“...at the end of the day, you can’t stop two people who are in love.”

“They’re trying to protect us from ourselves. The members love us, Joonie said as much. They even met behind our backs to talk about how they were going to handle us. Joonie sounded so serious that for a second, I thought he was going to give us an ultimatum and threaten to kick us out.”

“KICK US OUT!” Jeongguk’s head snapped around to glare at Jimin.

“Don’t worry…don’t worry. It was nothing like that. Like I said, they love us but you can’t blame them for worrying about what’s best for the group.”

“You have nothing to worry about from me. I know everyone thinks that I’m the loose canon, but it’s actually you,” Jeongguk said seriously.

“Fuck. It is actually me. The secrets are killing me inside.” Jimin laughed with the realization that he was the one who was struggling the most with keeping their secret.

“When are you leaving for Budapest?” Jeongguk changed the subject.

“November 15th, just before we head to Japan. I’m going to miss your showcase on the 20th at Jangchung Stadium. I feel terrible about it. Please forgive me. We just couldn’t make the schedule work.”

“Baby, it’s ok. You have your own work to do that’s more important. Your album is going to be huge. You have to put all of your energy into getting it ready because you won’t be here to promote it. I don’t need you to be in the audience at my showcase. I need you to be in my arms, in my bed. Perks of fucking the star,” Jeongguk teased.

Jimin appreciated Jeongguk’s understanding, “We won’t meet up again until the 23rd. That feels like such a long time,” he pouted.”

“It’s only nineteen days. Nineteen. And when we meet again, our work will almost be complete and we can really relax. Time will pass before you know it.”

“I’m going to miss you though. Every time you leave, it hurts more and more.”

Jeongguk refused to indulge Jimin’s melancholy. Instead, he decided to cheer him up. “So your entire MUSE theme is ‘blonde Jimin’? It wasn’t just for me?”

Jimin took the bait. “It was mostly for you. And then partially for the fans. I haven’t been blonde in years. I thought it would be a nice surprise for everybody.”

“Who is my heart waiting for?” Jeongguk stood and danced around the table as he sang Jimin’s song. “So many people to seeeee-eeeeeee and places to gooooooooooo. I still haven’t found hello,” he did a few hip thrusts which sent Jimin spiraling into laughter.

“Sit down. You’re so silly.”

“You’re silly.”

“No. You.” Jimin stood up and folded his arms in an attempt to play tough guy with Jeongguk.

The younger was considerably larger but definitely less intimidating. He unfolded Jimin’s arms and then placed both of Jimin’s hands on his butt cheeks. Jeongguk boasted as he flexed his ass. I’ve been working out,“Squeeze. Feel how plump my ass is…almost as nice as yours,” he teased again.

“Your ass will never be as nice as mine,” Jimin laughed. 

 

They held each other close. Bitter hints of coffee wafted from their lips. And just like that, the familiar cravings arose again. Instinctively Jimin tilted his head back, baring his neck for Jeongguk’s teeth. And like a hungry vampire, the younger bit into him. But it was a bite of delicacy, playfulness, and love. He took the innocent offering of Jimin’s neck with a low savage growl. He touched his tongue to Jimin’s lips, causing Jimin to open his mouth to him, using his own tongue to slide against the other. They both shivered and gasped as a new weakness flooded their senses. Once again they found themselves starving for each other. 

There was no pretense. They both knew what needed to happen. It was the Yin and Yang, the balance that kept them stable. For every night of passionate, tear-filled, euphoric love making, there had to be an equally dispassionate, quick and dirty fuck. This was it.

Jeongguk leaned Jimin over the dining table and pushed him down, trapping the elder’s chest against the cold surface of the glass. Jimin could feel the motion of Jeongguk whipping out his cock. The warm hardness bounced against his thigh. Maybe it was just because he wanted him so badly, but his lover’s dick seemed almost foreign with its weight and thickness pressed against him.

And then came an ominous whisper, “You’ve got ten days to tighten this ass back up and be ready to dance for your video. But until then, I’m going to fuck you until you beg and plead for me to stop.”

“Never.” Jimin’s arms were trapped within the fabric of the silk robe. Jeongguk pulled them gently, stretching them backwards as he mounted him. “Give me something to make me remember you while you’re gone,” Jimin moaned as the fuck began.

Jeongguk’s strokes were lusciously hard and rough. He released Jimin’s arms, allowing him to spread them across the table. Jimin’s body was smeared all over the glass surface, with his elbows teetering across the dirty dishes. His legs trembled as Jeongguk’s hips clapped against him, stroking him from behind. 

With every turbulent stroke, Jimin was lifted slightly off of the ground. The duality of Jeongguk’s love making was mind numbing. He never knew which sexual profile Jeongguk would deliver. It didn’t matter because he loved every iteration. 

“Shit I’m about cum,” Jimin announced with a lusty moan.

Breathing harder, more forcefully, he grabbed for anything he could reach as he was sprawled against the tabletop. Plates and glasses clattered beneath him. After spilling mugs of tepid coffee and knocking forks and chopsticks to the ground, he fisted a hand full of dish towels that he squeezed until his hands cramped. The orgasm made him dizzy with pleasure. The thunderous claps of body against body made his teeth clench. His eyes bulged wide before falling shut as his cock quietly pulsated, spewing cum across the glass in hot heavy ropes. Aftwards, he laid his head on the table as Jeongguk continued to buck into him.

 Jeongguk gave Jimin’s ass several slaps as a signal that he was about to cum. The young one was a moaner, and he liked to talk dirty and say filthy things. Every sound that came from his mouth reverberated off the walls like the soundtrack to the filthiest porn flick. He was loud and the harder he came the louder he got. Jeongguk came hard, roaring like an angry Panther. His tip squirted violently, erupting like a volcano.

The table beneath Jimin rattled like turbulence from an earthquake. Trapped in his own euphoric abyss, he barely registered the cum that had been deposited inside of his body. He only realized it when the warm liquid dripped down his thigh and onto his bare feet. By the time he came down from his high, he had crawled onto the table and had bacon stuck to his right nipple. It was the craziest fuck he had ever experienced and also one of the best. Whatever sadness he may have been feeling, Jeongguk had soundly fucked it out of him. 

***

A couple of hours later and it was time to say goodbye. Their time together had fortified them, given them strength to part for another nineteen days. They both had plenty of work to keep them busy but it still wasn’t enough to dull the ache of missing each other. 

Haemin, Mr. Lee and the rest of the security team arrived to escort Jeongguk to the airport. Jimin artfully slipped out before they arrived to avoid being spotted at Jeongguk’s apartment. Even though they were friends and bandmates, something about being freshly fucked always seemed to change the dynamic between them, leaving them much more vulnerable to passing romantic cues in front of the team.

“Good luck with everything. I’m so proud of you. I’ll be watching, ok?” Jimin smiled as he stepped into the hallway.

“I’ll text as soon as I land. I can’t wait to see the video. I’m so excited and I’m proud of you too. See you in a couple of weeks…I love you.” Jeongguk’s love proclamation sounded much sadder than it should have. 

“I love you too…,” Jimin replied. 

“Two weeks, only two weeks. We’ll be together again in only two weeks,” Jeongguk said with optimism. He could already see the tears in Jimin’s eyes. 

“Yeah,” Jimin gave him a final kiss before heading to the elevator. 

Jeongguk knew Jimin better than anyone else. He recognized Jimin’s disposition. He knew that his sadness wasn’t just about them being apart. He knew that Jimin was going through something much bigger, much more substantial. And it all revolved around military service and how it would change their lives. The fear of the unknown, the unforced errors of change and the disappointment of lost youth. Jimin was a complex man with complex thoughts and his thoughts could sometimes be crippling. Jeongguk knew that he was going to have to be there for him, support him and cry with him. He knew they had rough times ahead, but he boldly accepted the responsibility of being by his side and walking step by step together through the journey. Afterall, that’s what love was about…

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