Alignment

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/28028796.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Character: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Romance, Smut, Fluff and
Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal, Anal Play, Rimming, Switch Jeon
Jungkook, Switch Park Jimin (BTS), Alternate Universe -
College/University, Dancer Park Jimin (BTS), Photographer Jeon
Jungkook, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jeon Jungkook is
Whipped, Park Jimin is Trying His Best (BTS), Past Kim Taehyung |
V/Park Jimin, Minor Character Death, Power Surge, Partial Mind
Control, Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Loss of Innocence
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2020-11-07 Words: 36,630 Chapters: 21/21

Alignment
by NehnehWriting

Summary

Jimin is a beautiful man with a dark secret.

Jungkook is an innocent guy, just trying to go about his life.

By no choice of theirs, they end up as roommates.

What will Jungkook do with the roommate that keeps bringing strangers home?

Notes

This is a Jikook oneshot that's split into multiple chapters. The chapters will be shorter than
my usual and the story will complete in about 20 chapters.

Please understand that this is written for mature audiences, with highly sexual themes that
may be uncomfortable for younger readers. Read at your own risk.
 Introduction

Park Jimin
Age: 24 (apparent)
Height: 1.73m
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown/Blue
Jeon Jungkook
Age: 21 (actual)
Height: 1.79m
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown

Jimin is a beautiful man with a dark secret.

Jungkook is an innocent guy, just trying to go about his life.
By no choice of theirs, they end up as roommates.
What will Jungkook do with the roommate that keeps bringing strangers home?
 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

"So that room over there will be yours, and I'll take the one down the hall. Is that ok
with you?"

Jungkook nodded, flustered by the male in front of him that he was expected to be
sharing a dorm room with for the next year.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jungkook was in his third year of photography. He absolutely loved it. When he got to immortalize
things through the shutter of his camera, it gave him a sense of power. People always said that
Jungkook had an eye for beauty, and while he denied the praise, he certainly felt that he could
appreciate the beauty in things.

So when his third rolled around and his dad told him he had to stay in the dorms, he was less than
impressed. Due to some financial difficulties at home, he had to give up his bachelor apartment
and move back into the university dorms. He was quite unhappy about losing his safe space, but
remembering the tired look in his mom's eyes as she counted the bills caused him to keep quiet and
accept things as they were.

The new school year would be starting in a week, and the university sent out a notification that
dorms were open to move into today. Jungkook was not one to leave things to the last minute, and
so he packed all this things into his car the days prior, the rest of his furniture that he couldn't bring
with went back to his parents' home, and he gave up the key to his apartment. He would miss his
strange neighbor, an old lady with a sweet face.

He looked at his car, stacked with boxes, more still waiting for him at his parents' home, and
sighed. He didn't think he was ready for this, but nonetheless, made his way to the dorms.

Because Jungkook was in his final year before honors, he managed to snag a spot in a quieter, nicer
dorm that was not on campus, but not too far away either. It usually housed post graduate students,
or students in their honor years, but because of Jungkook's pristine record, he was exempted to stay
there as well. The building was large and modern, with at least ten floors from what Jungkook
could see from the outside. It has a sleek entrance, looking almost like those high-end buildings in
downtown Seoul.

Unfortunately, while he was lucky to be assigned to a great dorm, he was unfortunately paired with
another student to room with. He was particularly fond of his privacy and personal space, but
figured that he would get a job and save up some money to be on his own again the following year.
After all, he could have been assigned a dingy, shitty dorm like the ones located on campus, so he
supposed beggars can't be choosers.

Jungkook thought himself a highly adaptable person, so staying in a dorm with another person
wouldn't be an issue if they got along and he wasn't a messy person. He assumed they were either
in honors or post grad, so he took comfort in the small hope that perhaps they were serious about
life and weren't rowdy, loud and perpetually drunk like most university students in dorms seemed
to be.

He entered the dorms and made his way to the front office desk to get his assigned room and key
with a spare, a young, male receptionist telling him about the rules of the building, where the
common areas were, how to dispose of trash and where to find the laundry room. The dorm had no
curfew, for which Jungkook was pleased, and there wasn't a visitor limit as long as they were
signed in at the front desk.

When Jungkook made his was to the elevator, he was mixed with a sense of excitement and dread.
He was excited to be staying on the seventh floor, the possibilities for taking photographs of the
view making him smile, but the dread of meeting his roommate was causing his hands to sweat.

When he stood in front of room 753, he was met with the door being slightly ajar. He pushed the
door open and immediately saw the boxes piled in the entrance way, stacked impossibly high. He
assumed his roommate had just gotten there too, judging from the way that nothing had been
opened and everything in the dorm was still bare.

Jungkook stepped into the room, taking in the space. Dorm was not really the right word to
describe the living space. It was almost like a small self-catering apartment. To the left of the
entrance was a small kitchen, with a stove, microwave, mid-sized fridge and oven. There was a
breakfast nook which overlooked the sitting room, a small two-seater couch and coffee table in the
center. There was a sliding door which went out to what Jungkook assumed was the balcony,
considering they were on the 7th floor. On the left of the sitting room, was a closed door and to the
right was a hallway with two doors at the end. Jungkook assumed they were the bedrooms and the
bathroom.

As he set his bag, keys and phone on the breakfast nook, the sound of a flushing toilet and door
opening caused Jungkook to turn around and look down the hallway. A dark-haired figure exited
the bathroom, wiping his hands down on his ripped jeans, head tilted down.

Jungkook cleared his throat, causing the male to snap his head up.

And to say Jungkook's breath was taken away would be an understatement. Before him stood a
slightly shorter male, with pitch black hair that sat atop his head messily. He was wearing a black,
short-sleeved button up, and black distressed jeans, holes large enough to give Jungkook a glimpse
of the heavy-set thighs that rested in them. He had dark eyes, with a dark look in them, a small,
sharp nose and the plumpest, pinkest lips Jungkook has ever seen on a male. He had multiple
piercings in his ears, hoops and chains dangling from them as he moved closer to Jungkook. The
dark eyeshadow that accentuated his eyes seemed to almost glitter as he stepped out into the light
shining in from the balcony.

He was beautiful. More beautiful than any other male Jungkook had ever seen. He was soft and
hard all at the same time.

A heady combination. Especially for a very gay Jungkook. And while Jungkook had never
explored any aspect of his sexuality with another person, he could safely say that this man before
him definitely confirmed that Jungkook liked men.

"Hi, you must be my new roommate. I'm Park Jimin, you can just call me Jimin." The male said,
extending a hand out to Jungkook. He had a smile on his face, but he had a dark look in his eye.
Jungkook could feel the sex appeal rolling off his body in waves, threatening to sweep him away
with the current.
 "Jeon Jungkook. You can call me Jungkook." He played things cool, taking the hand of his
roommate in his own. But, the second their hands touched, Jungkook's body felt like it was set on
fire. The sensation was odd. At first, it left like he was dipping his hand into cold water, the
sensation slowly creeping up his skin, until, it changed and he felt like his body was being
engulfed in flame. Desire instantly pooled in his stomach, the familiar coiling sensation in his
abdomen, and he could feel blood rushing to his dick, painful in the way he strained against the
fabric of his tight pants. The sensation was instantaneous, euphoric almost. His head felt fuzzy, like
he was experiencing the effect of some kind of drug.

And it was all gone the second Jimin pulled his hand away. His head instantly cleared, the
sensations of lust and desire for sex just vanished. He was utterly confused about what just
happened. The images that flashes through his mind of satiating his deepest sexual urges with the
male in front of him, completely intrusive and unwarranted, gone.

Jimin's eyes were opened a fraction wider, a look of shock or disbelief settling in his obsidian eyes.
He sported small, tight- lipped, smile on his face.

"So that room over there will be yours, and I'll take the one down the hall. Is that ok with you?"

Jungkook nodded, a complete and flustered mess by the male in front of him that he was expected
to be sharing a dorm room with for the next year.

Chapter End Notes

Welcome to my new story! This just came to me as an idea randomly and I couldn't
wait to start writing it. I'm really excited about this.

Please don't forget to comment and vote if you like it!

 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

Thinking about Jungkook was causing Jimin's sexual need to spike, making his throat
burn with hunger.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin closed the door behind him as he entered his bare room.

Shit, that was so close.

He hadn't meant to let his powers exit him so uncontrollably, clearly affecting the male that was to
be his new roommate. He saw the look of lust in his eyes, the desire.

It was completely unintentional. Jimin only used his powers on willing and consensual
partners. But, one look at the tall, muscled man that was to be his roommate, and his mind
wandered. Because of that, he accidentally had a slip up, affecting the younger through a mere
touch of their hands.

Jimin shook his head. He knew it was a bad idea to get involved with one person, and his
roommate no less. He didn't want anyone knowing what he was, and thus far, he managed to keep
things under wraps. Any time someone became a little suspicious, Jimin packed up his things and
moved on to the next place.

This was the 5th university he'd be attending, and he was particularly fond of this one. He liked the
few friends he had, enjoyed the dancing degree that he was currently doing, adding to the list of
degrees he'd already completed.

He knew that he had to stay away from Jungkook. The male was... sexy, for lack of a more
descriptive term. Jimin knew that if he didn't keep his distance, things would get out of control and
he would end up hurting the younger.

Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin sat down on his bed, thinking of the way the male looked at him with such a frazzled
expression after their hands had touched. He was gorgeous, which was saying a lot considering that
Jimin has seen a lot of beautiful people in his lifetime.

He had a soft face, with adorably large doe-like eyes. His brown hair sat atop his head, unstyled.
He had soft, small pink lips, with a tiny mole below his lower lip. He had a rounded-button nose
that added to his cute factor. However, those were the only cute things about him. He had 3 sets of
hoops in each ear, and two helix piercings on the right. He was tall and broad. The plain, white
shirt he was wearing strained against his shoulders and large, muscled arms. It was tucked into a
pair of black skinny jeans. He had the tiniest waist, a complete contrast the the thick, heavy thighs
that lounged in his pants. His right arm was covered in dark ink, stretching from the tips of his
fingers, extending underneath his shirt sleeve, a collection of intricate patterns, swirling around his
arm, itching to be touched.

Shit.

Thinking about Jungkook was causing Jimin's sexual need to spike, making his throat burn with
hunger. He looked down at his pants, noticing he was sporting an uncomfortable boner. He wasn't
really in the mood to sort out his... problem, considering he hadn't unpacked any of his things.

He would have to feed soon or he wouldn't be able to control himself in the same space as
Jungkook. The last time he lost control around someone, it ended badly. Really badly. Luckily, it
was not a common occurrence, and Jimin could go about a week or so without feeding before he
could feel the control on his power and seduction slipping slightly.

He realized that it's been 8 days since he last fed, probably attributing to the fact that he almost
couldn't keep his powers under bay. He would have to go out tonight and have a snack before
daring to face Jungkook again. The boy seemed nice enough, kind of on the shy and quieter side,
but Jimin wasn't there to interfere with his business.

Jimin groaned, remembering that all his boxes were still sitting out in the hallway of their place,
and he would need to get them to start unpacking all his things. That meant that chances of him and
Jungkook bumping into each other were raised.

He ran his hands through his hair, wondering how he was going to do this. Should he just go out
and feed now, and then unpack his shit later? He looked at his phone. It was only 11am. It was
highly unlikely that he was going to get a willing person at such an awkward time of the day.
Maybe he could just lock himself in his room until lat-

"Jimin, I'm heading out to get some of the stuff that is still in my car!" Jungkook shouted from the
living room, the sound of the front door opening and closing after him. Jimin figured this was a
good time to get all his things into his room before Jungkook came back, and then he can spend the
rest of the day unpacking his things in peace.

He quickly rushed out of the room, grabbing two heavy boxes in each arm easily, and hoisting
them to his room. He worked quickly, moving all 12 of his boxes and closing the door behind him
before Jungkook even had the chance to make a single trip. He didn't even work up a sweat, but he
could feel that using extra strength was draining him more.

Throughout the day, Jimin heard Jungkook enter and leave their dorm, getting more of his things,
he assumed. He didn't disturb Jimin, which the older was entirely grateful for. He spent his time
unpacking his boxes, setting his clothes in the closet and his paraphernalia around his room. When
he was pleased with the outcome, he looked over his room. He enjoyed a more... dark and sensual
environment. It helped him focus his energy when he was with someone. It also helped to set the
mood a little faster, making feeding a more hassle-free task.

It had gotten quite late, and when Jimin looked down at his phone, he noticed that it was already
seven. He figured now was a good time to get ready and head out, stopping along the way to grab a
bite, and then heading on to find a meal. He smirked at the thought.

When he was ready, stepping out of his room, he was met with Jungkook, sitting at the breakfast
nook, eating a bowl of cereal. Damn, he wasn't expecting to see the younger just sitting there in the
quiet of their dorm, alone with his thoughts. His head was resting the palm of his hand, the other
hand spooning cereal into his beautiful mouth. The way he wrapped his lips around the spoon, or
how his tongue would dart out to catch a drop of milk on hi-
 While staring, Jimin hadn't realized he was letting out a sexual aura into the air, making the room
hot. It caressed Jungkook, and when he realized, he snapped his head in Jimin's direction, eyes dark
and spoon hovering in front of his open mouth. He gave Jimin a look-over, taking in his clearly
very sensual appearance and gulped loudly.

Jimin knew the effect he had on people. And, because he was heading out to feed, he was
dressed to kill. He smirked at Jungkook, making his way to the door, stopping to slip on a pair of
black, Chelsea boots. He turned around, giving Jungkook a sultry gaze. "I'm heading out, don't be
too alarmed if I come back quite late. Bye"

And with that, he exited their dorm, pulling his sensual aura with him as he made his way to his
destination for the night.

Chapter End Notes

Holy I am loving the sexual tension, it makes even me uncomfortable.

 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

On their first night in the dorms, Jungkook was kept up by the most erotic sounds he
had ever heard.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Over the following month, Jungkook had settled into the new school year and found a good rhythm
for himself regarding his school work, his part-time job, his hobbies and friends and working out.

Things at the dorm had been peaceful for the most part and Jungkook was grateful for having a
place that he felt comfortable to be himself in.

Things with Jimin were... ok, he supposed. They didn't really do anything together, hang out or eat
or talk. Jimin seemed like a busy person. He would leave early in the morning and come home
later in the afternoon or evening on most days.

Jungkook didn't even know much about him, except a few things that he gathered from their very
limited interactions. Jimin was 24, was in his honor year for contemporary dance, had a best friend
named Jin (who Jungkook only met once) and liked going out.

Other than these things, he knew nothing about Jimin. Not his favorite color or his favorite food -
except he realized that the older really enjoyed kimchi fried rice.

Things were not really awkward, but Jungkook guessed that Jimin wasn't really interested in being
friends with him, or he was just on his own vibe.

Well, Jungkook did notice a few other, maybe odd, maybe normal things about Jimin.

Firstly, he kept his distance from Jungkook. Not just in the general sense, but also in the literal
sense. In the off chance that they both sat in the living room or were in the kitchen, Jimin made
sure to keep a very noticeably large distance from Jungkook. Talk about taking a 2m social
distancing rule seriously.

Secondly, he had the oddest mood swings. Jungkook noticed a pattern to it. At the beginning of the
week, Jimin was friendlier and engaged in small conversations with Jungkook about menial,
everyday things ('hey, it's your turn to do the grocery shopping, please don't forget the pretzels').
But towards the end of the week, he became more reclusive and distant, locking himself in his
room and hardly sparing Jungkook even a simple greeting. At this point, Jungkook played it off as
him being tired after a long week, and just needed time to himself to recharge, which didn't really
make sense because the weekend was... his playtime.

Which leads to the next point. Jimin really, really, liked sex. Not that Jungkook had an issue with
any of that. But on the weekend, sometimes he would get up early for a work-out session, and he
would see a different person leaving Jimin's room in the early hours of the morning, totally fucked-
out. Jimin also didn't seem to have a particular preference. Jungkook had seen both guys and girls
leaving their place. It only really happened on the weekends, but man... it was distracting. Jimin
seemed to have incredible stamina, lasting for hours and hours before the noises settled for the
night. On their first night in the dorms, Jungkook was kept up by the most erotic sounds he had
ever heard. He initially thought that someone was being murdered, the screams and sound of things
thumping around waking him from his sleep. But, when he realised what those sounds were, just
hearing it and imagining Jimin in those positions made him hard, and he was ashamed to admit
that, when Jimin had people over, he would use those sounds to get off.

It kinda made him feel like a creep.

It also confuses him. He had never really thought of himself as a particularly sexually-driven
individual. At one point, he even entertained the idea that he might be asexual. He did enjoy a good
wank from time to time, and now he had something... a little more interesting to get off to aside
from poorly made porn.

Apart from that, Jungkook realized he had a sexual awakening, for lack of a better term. Following
his weekly wanks to Jimin's high pitched moans, Jungkook noticed that there was occasionally a
very stifling sexual tension between the two of them. It wasn't always there, but when it was... it
was really hard to ignore. He noticed it usually happened around the time when Jimin brought
someone over. Perhaps he just had a really high sex-drive. When Jungkook realized that Jimin had
no gender preference, he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be the cause of those
noises.

After that first time that they touched and he felt that odd, instantaneous arousal, the two had never
touched and he never had that sensation again, but sometimes he would catch Jimin staring at his
body with that look in his eyes. A look like he wanted to devour Jungkook. Of course, Jungkook
sneaked glances here and there too, especially when Jimin came home from dance practice, in
short shorts and a muscle shirt, drenched in sweat and looking like... some kind of way.

Even though there was sexual tension between them, Jimin hadn't acted on it, which Jungkook
played off as him just not being interested but being able to appreciate an attractive person when he
saw one. Not that Jungkook fancied himself an attractive person. He also wasn't going to do
anything about it, if Jimin hadn't either. So he simply ignored it. He didn't want to risk ruining the
peaceful home environment that the two of them created. He wasn't going to ruin a perfect
symbiotic relationship that they had established.

Jungkook noticed that Jimin was caring and kind in his own way. When he wasn't fucking
strangers into his mattress in the most unbelievable sounding ways, he had his own odd way of
caring for Jungkook. Sure, he tried to keep his distance, but sometimes Jungkook would come
home from the gym and find food and a note from Jimin, reminding him to eat. Or sometimes,
when it was his turn to do the dishes, he would come to the kitchen to find them already done.

It was these small acts of kindness that made Jungkook's heart squeeze and make him want to
know more about the older male. He was a sucker for the romantic shit. Even though he looked big
and scary on the outside, he just really wanted someone to love and care for him. For some reason,
he just attracted assholes who weren't worth his time, so his romantic experience was limited, not
that he really cared or minded.

But, he could just tell that Jimin, despite looking like sex itself, was actually really loving and
sweet. He would sometimes hear the older on the phone with Jin, laughing with him or comforting
him about his issues.

Jungkook remembered the first time he heard Jimin laugh. It caught him off guard, such a sweet
sounding noise, like honey dripping down his skin, invading his senses and caressing him in such a
 gentle way. It wasn't common to hear Jimin laugh, but the more he heard it, the more he thought
about how he wanted to be the one that could make Jimin laugh.

And by the end of their second month together, Jungkook realized that, shit, he may like Jimin
more than he thought he did, and he had no idea what to do about it.

Chapter End Notes

Jungkook is catching feels for Jimin, but what is Jimin's opinion on Jungkook?

Maybe Jimin just has a really, really big sexual appetite he he.
 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

He, too, was quite fond of Jungkook.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin had noticed a change within Jungkook after their second month of living together. By this
point, Jimin managed to control his urges around Jungkook, with no slip ups happening like it did
on their first day of meeting. He kept himself fed, and in doing so, kept Jungkook safe.

Of course, he couldn't deny that the younger male was really sexy. He had a quiet disposition about
him, but Jimin could see the way he sometimes checked him out. The thought made him almost
sad. He knew what he was, knew that the way he was designed was purely to attract people to him,
to fulfill his desires. Sometimes, just sometimes, he wished someone would look at him without
screaming "hey, I want to fuck you" with their eyes.

After an uneventful first two months together, things started slowly changing, and Jimin wasn't
really sure why. It started with Jungkook making more effort to talk to him when they passed each
other in their dorm, confusing Jimin about the sudden curiosity into his life. At first, he was really
paranoid that maybe Jungkook knew something about him and what he was, and was asking him
all these questions in the hope that he would slip up and confirm Jungkook's suspicions. That
thought, however, was quickly dispelled when he realized that Jungkook was just genuinly curious
about getting to know him better.

Maybe he was more comfortable around Jimin after some time of living together, and now wanted
to attempt to get closer to the male. Of course, he thought this was a terrible idea and getting closer
to him only meant that Jungkook was putting himself in danger, not to mention that the possibility
of Jungkook discovering anything was more plausible.

All these thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind when he saw the way Jungkook genuinely
looked at him, with eyes clear from lustrous intentions and a pure aura of interest about his life.
Although Jimin didn't want to admit it, it made him soft. It had been a while since someone tried
taking the time to get to know him outside of the bedroom, the last person being Jin.

It was refreshing really, and sometimes, the questions that Jungkook asked him really made him
think hard about his answers. He liked those kinds of questions, ones that caused him to delve into
his own mind to come up with a satisfactory response.

He realized that Jungkook was genuinely trying to be friends with him, not just looking for a quick
fuck.

Because of Jimin's abilities, he was able to sense the sexual aura and energy that surrounded a
person. Typically, he targeted people with darker sexual energies, who he knew he could fully
satisfy himself with. Jungkook, on the other had, had a really pure, really gentle aura that
surrounded him. He figured that it meant Jungkook was a virgin, or that he just had a very pure
outlook on sex, i.e, sex and love were a mutually exclusive thing, and not just something to satisfy
one's devious desires with. It was refreshing to Jimin, being around such a pure aura. It allowed
him to keep his own powers under wraps, reminding himself that he absolutely did not want to turn
Jungkook into a sexual deviant like himself.

He figured that there was nothing wrong with being friends with the younger, as long as he kept
himself fed and didn't touch him, then friendship could be nice. Sure, he had Jin and he somewhat
had Yoongi, but they could be a handful sometimes. Jungkook seemed simple in the way that he
was, and Jimin liked that.

Jimin was pulled from his thoughts by Jungkook entering their dorm, a work-out bag slung over his
shoulder and his hair matted with sweat. He looked really good. Jimin was busy lounging on the
couch in their sitting room, watching some shitty kdrama that he wasn't even really paying
attention to. He made a mental note that it was Tuesday and he was fed, so he could engage with
Jungkook.

"Hey Jimin, I'm back. Whatcha up to?" Jungkook had a smile on his face and made his way over to
Jimin, throwing himself down on the opposite end of the couch from where Jimin was seated. He
liked that Jungkook respected the very clear physical distance that Jimin had established between
the two, not crossing over into his personal space where he could be placed in harms way.

"Just watching some shitty kdrama or something, nothing really. My dance practice was canceled
today because Hoseok is sick, but otherwise, I'm just chilling." Jimin responded, returning the
smile Jungkook gave him.

"Great, because I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner with me. We don't really have
anything to cook, so I thought that we could go out and get something. Only if you're keen
though?"

"Yeah, sure, sounds great. I'm kinda hungry anyway. What are you in the mood for? I'm feeling
fried chicken." Jimin let out a small giggle, bringing his hands up to his mouth. He knew that the
two of them generally tried to eat healthy to maintain their bodies, but he couldn't help
his cravings.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Let me just take a shower and then we can head out." With this,
Jungkook hurried to his room to grab a change of clothes and made his way to the bathroom.

When they were both ready to head out, they made their way to the fried chicken place around the
corner from their dorm. It was a nice night out, so they decided to walk instead of taking one of
their cars.

They made light conversation on the way to the place they were headed, simply enjoying each
others' company. When they arrived, they were seated opposite each other with no distractions or
route for escape. Jimin realized this probably wasn't the best idea, sitting so close to Jungkook,
able to see him so up close, but he figured that since he had recently fed, he might as well take the
chance.

"So, Jimin... I wanted to ask you a serious question." Jungkook rested is head on his crossed
fingers, staring at Jimin with an intense look on his face. Jimin didn't like the sound of this, and
was mentally preparing himself for the worst.

"What kind of music is a balloon scared of?" Jimin blinked at the question, confused as fuck. He
looked at Jungkook with a blank stare, noticing how the corners of his mouth were twitching. "Pop
music!"
 The joke was so unbelievably lame, and the totally impressed-with-himself look on Jungkook's
face sent Jimin. He buckled over, laughing at the ridiculous joke Jungkook seemed too proud of.
He couldn't believe something so lame just came out of Jungkook's mouth, but he laughed heartily
anyway. Tears were prickling the corners of his eyes, and when he looked back at Jungkook, he
noticed the fondest and softest smile on his face as he stared at Jimin like he was the most precious
human in the whole world.

Jimin instantly quieted down, a smile still on his face, when he realized something.

He, too, was quite fond of Jungkook.

Chapter End Notes

Ugh that last part was so cute! I was busting all my uwu's just writing it!
 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

He was fucking ripped. Defined curves, built muscles and sinew straining against his
golden skin, a prominent v-line, and an awkwardly noticeable large bulge in his
boxers.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Over the following weeks, Jungkook had come to the realization that Jimin was an irreplaceable
person in his life. They had spent a lot of time together, chatting, playing video games and going
out to eat. Jungkook learnt a lot about the way that Jimin's mind worked.

And man, what a beautiful place it was.

Sure, he was still closed off about relationships and love, but Jungkook came to find that Jimin was
an optimist, almost to a fault. He tried to see the good in things, the beauty in that which people
shunned. He truly was a gentle person.

Of course, they never brought up his extra-curricular activities, which neither lessened in
frequency or changed location. In fact, it actually seemed like Jimin was getting more action than
before they had become friends.

Friends... that's what they were now, even though the word brought about a twinge of guilt. He felt
bad because he could tell that Jimin really craved friendship, but Jungkook couldn't stop himself
from having the occasional dirty thought about the older. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to
the older, and while he loved being friends with Jimin, he wouldnt have minded if they were
something more.

One morning, he had woken up after a particularly streamy dream where Jimin was on his knees,
his beautiful plump lips wrapped so delicately around Jungkook's co-

Yeah.

He scolded himself after that, feeling guilty for objectifying Jimin, especially after he's seen the
way almost everyone looks at him like they just want to fuck him no matter where he is. Jungkook,
of course, thought that this was really strange. Walking around with Jimin was like being with a
celebrity, the way people almost changed in his prescence, asking for his number, flirting with
him... He just brushed these people off, paying them no attention like he was entirely used to this
happening. Jimin, of course, had expressed his deep-seeded trust issues in people, stating that they
always had an ulterior motive when it came to him. It sucked because he felt that making friends
was harder than it should be.

Sure, he also puts his shit out there, but he said it's better than being lonely. If he can't have
meaningful friends and relationships, at least he can have great sex (his words).

That was the one and only time the two had spoken about Jimin's... after-hour pastimes.
Other than that, they spoke about almost anything and everything. Jungkook was really happy that
he took the chance to get to know Jimin better. He didn't know that it would end up with them
becoming so close, or him discovering that he was simply adorable.

Of course, he was also of the opinion that Jimin was absolutely sexy and exuded unrivaled levels
of confidence, but he was also really soft. He had the sweetest little giggle when he found
something funny, covering his mouth with his hands and throwing his body to the floor. Jungkook
loved seeing him smile, the way it lit his entire face up, his eyes turning into crescents. He would
always complain to Jungkook not to make him laugh or else he couldn't see in front of him, making
Jungkook coo at him.

Additionally, Jimin became more caring towards Jungkook. Sure, they still never got in each
others' personal space, or touched, even though it looked like Jimin really wanted a hug or to make
physical contact with him. He never did though, which Jungkook didn't really understand, but he
didn't question it. Perhaps Jimin didn't want to lead him on, since he now knew that Jungkook was
gay.

Jimin was a really caring person, he would bring Jungkook food after dance practice and demand
that they eat together over some video games or a conversation about how their day was.
Sometimes, he would get Jungkook strange little gifts and trinkets that were totally random but that
he claimed had reminded him of the younger. Jungkook wasn't really sure how a bunny plushy
looked anything like him, but he just smiled and thanked the older for the gift anyway.

It was Sunday morning, and these were the thoughts that were running through Jungkook's mind
while he was eating his cereal. He was tired today, being kept up, yet again, but the erotic sounds
that came from Jimin's room during the night. Jungkook had touched himself, imagining that it
was Jimin touching him instead, and he felt shameful after he came.

He was just about finished with his cereal, ready to hit his morning gym session, which he was
later than usual for, when Jimin stumbled out of his room, in a pair or boxers and without a shirt.
Jungkook's mouth ran dry. He coughed, catching Jimin's attention, who looked up at him. He
looked totally blissed and peaceful, like he just had the best sleep of his life. His hair was messy,
but in a sexy way. His lips were swollen and plump, clearly from having been bitten repeatedly.
Jungkook's eyes roamed lower, noting his beautiful collarbones, how his skin almost seem to glow.
He was shocked to see that Jimin had a large tattoo across his rib cage that said "Nevermind". He
really wasn't expecting the older to be inked. Apart from all of this, Jungkook was completely
taken aback by the hard lines of his body. He was fucking ripped. Defined curves, built muscles
and sinew straining against his golden skin, a prominent v-line, and an awkwardly noticeable large
bulge in his boxers.

Jungkook's face flushed a dark shade of crimson as he looked away from Jimin.

"Sorry, I thought you'd be at the gym by now already." Jimin muttered from the doorway of the
bathroom. "Didn't mean to look so... um... indecent?" He said it like a question, scratching the back
of his neck. He really didn't think that Jungkook would still be home since he was always a the
gym this time of the morning.

"No stress, it's your dorm too. Um, yeah, I overslept this morning." Jungkook gave a nervous
chuckle. His face was still red, embarrassed by the fact that he had just blatantly checked his
roommate out. "Do you, I dunno... wanna come with me to the gym? Not that you need it or
anything."

Oh my god Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing?

 "That could be fun. Um, are you sure though? You seem like you take it quite seriously." Jimin
responded, shifting from foot to foot.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Only if you want to though."

"Yeah, let me just get ready. I'll be 10 minutes, if you don't mind waiting?"

Jungkook shook his head, and Jimin gave him a smile and an awkward half wave, disappearing
into the bathroom to get himself ready for probably the biggest mistake on both their parts.

Chapter End Notes

Omg I just came back from the BTS Movie and it was so beautiful, I was crying.

Also, sweaty Jimin + sweaty Jungkook = ?????

 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

His sexual energy kept spiking every time images of Jungkook popped into his mind.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin stood on the other side of the bathroom door, gripping is hands in his hair. What the hell did
he just agree too. This was a terrible idea. In what fucking world did he think he would be able to
control himself around Jungkook at the gym?

He is SO lucky that he fed quite well last night and that he was completely energized and had a
good grip on his shit, otherwise this would go so terribly south. He rushed through his morning
routine, making his way quickly out of the bathroom back to his bedroom to throw on whatever
clothes he could find which were appropriate for the gym. He settled for some shorts and a muscle
shirt, since that's what he usually wore to dance practice.

They made their way to the gym in silence, not addressing anything from their awkward run-in
earlier. Jimin made no comment about the way Jungkook's eyes roamed his body, hooded and dark
as he took Jimin's appearance in.

"By the way, I didn't know you had a tattoo." Jungkook finally broke the silence, looking over at
Jimin for a slight moment before settling his eyes back on the road.

"Hmmm, yeah, I actually have four tattoos." Jimin responded. "I have one above each elbow that
reads 'Young Forever', and a '13' on my wrist." He added, showing Jungkook the locations of his
tattoos while trying not to distract the younger too much from the road.

"Huh, I never noticed those before. Why 'Young Forever'?"

Jimin chuckled. He couldn't tell Jungkook that he was the embodiment of the literal meaning of
the tattoo, assuming that wouldn't fare so well with the younger. Instead, he shook his head and
muttered a small 'nothing really' before fixing his eyes out the window. Jungkook didn't press on,
for which Jimin was grateful.

Their gym session was relatively uneventful, just a bunch of bros hitting the gym. Jimin internally
laughed at that statement and how utterly ridiculous it sounded. It was like adding 'no homo' at the
end of a very full homo sentence.

Jimin did well to keep his sexual aura in check. It was very difficult, especially every time the
younger lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, giving Jimin a front seat spot to the
Jungkook's Rectus Abdominis show. He had an incredible body. His waist was... snatched, and he
had chocolate abs. The tattoos from his arm snaked over his peck and morphed into a giant dragon
that ran down the side of his body, disappearing into his sweats. Jimin wanted to run his fingers
over the tattoo, tracing the lines over Jungkook's skin.

Ugh.
 He could feel some of his sexual aura slipping out. He had to reign it back in. He didn't want to
pop an awkward boner at the gym, and he certainly didn't want to give Jungkook one either,
because he would not understand why it was happening.

It felt like their sexual tension tripled now. The air was thick. They had both gotten a view of what
the other was hiding under their clothes, both pleasantly surprised with the results.

Jimin was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Jungkook groaning while he was doing some
dead-lifts. The sounds were sending his mind to places they really shouldn't be going. He respects
Jungkook, respects the boundaries that they have silently put in place. He enjoyed their friendship
and cared about him a lot. He wasn't going to ruin that because his dick couldn't handle a break.

After a tortuous hour of Jungkook groaning, flashing his abs and dripping in sweat, Jimin was at
the end of his string. He needed to get the fuck out of there or his instincts would take over and he
would do something he regrets.

Finally, Jungkook called their session, saying that it was fun to have Jimin with him and that they
should do it more often. Jimin laughed awkwardly, vowing to himself he would never torture
himself like that again.

When they got back home, Jimin made up some bullshit excuse about a project he had to work on,
and locked himself in his room for the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon. He had to
calm himself down. His sexual energy kept spiking every time images of Jungkook popped into his
mind. He literally just had a big feed last night, but he felt completely drained. He would have to
feed again if he wasn't able to keep the thoughts out of his mind.

He thought about touching himself, but, he knew that it would drain him further. Sure, it would
satisfy the itch for a little while, but he wouldn't have someone to replace what he will lose. It
wasn't worth it.

He groaned into his pillow, trying to replace his dirty, kinky thoughts, with more PG13 ones. He
thought about Jungkook's cute bunny smile, and the small mole under his lip. How he scrunched
his nose and how he had the cutest giggle in the whole wide world. The thoughts brought a fond
smile to Jimin's face.

He last time he cared about someone like this was a very long time ago. He remembers it clearly. A
source of very painful memories, the boxy smile flashing in his mind for a fraction of a second. He
shook those thoughts away. He didn't want to recall that time of his life. It was dark and lonely and
he had thought of ending it all.

He had Jungkook and Jin and Yoongi to keep the loneliness at bay now. They were good friends.
He was grateful for them, especially the younger. They had become so close over the last few
weeks, and Jimin finally felt like he found someone who understood him and didn't just see him as
a piece of ass.

And to him, that was precious.

Chapter End Notes

I'm soft but also metaphorically hard right now.

 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

Jungkook's mind was swaying between arousal and fear.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

These days have been fun and enjoyable. Jimin and Jungkook have an effortless friendship, and the
days have been filled with joy for of them. They got along well, cared for each other well, laughed
well... they just worked well together.

Jungkook was currently out, trying to be productive with his day. He had a project that he needed to
work on where he had to do a long exposure shot. There was a nice footbridge that overlooked the
traffic on the highway which was ideal for what he had in mind. It was a little way away, but it
would be worth it, he was sure.

He had told Jimin he'd be out for a while, told him not to worry about organizing dinner for the
younger cause he'd just grab something from the convenience store on the way home. Jimin was
pouty about it since he wanted to spend some time with Jungkook, but agreed nevertheless.
Jungkook cooed at the way Jimin's face looked when he pouted, thinking the elder looked adorable
that way.

The walk to the bridge was cold but refreshing. The cold air made Jungkook's face numb, but he
enjoyed the clarity it brought his mind. He thought about how different things were between him
and Jimin. The two started out as mere strangers, now, close enough to be considered best friends.

He's glad he took the chance to get to know the older better.

When he arrived at the bridge, he had a beautiful view of the downtown Seoul skyline, the tall
building lights reflecting off the glass. The cars zooming by on the highway. The sky turning dark
blue as the night was welcomed. Jungkook could already visualize the shot he was going to take.

He took out the equipment from his bag, setting up the tripod stand and placing his camera on it.
He adjusted the angle while looking through the viewfinder, trying to find the best shot that
included everything he wanted to capture.

When he was satisfied, he started taking his long exposure shots, looking at each one when they
were done. After about 40 minutes, his camera suddenly turned off. He looked at it, trying to turn
it on again, realizing that the battery was low.

He could have sworn he took his charged batteries with him. He scratched around in his bag,
looking for the spares he usually kept. There was nothing.

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh. He would have to retire for the night and come back again
tomorrow night. There was nothing he could do without a charged camera.

He packed all his things away, grumbling under his breath about how absent-minded he had been,
scolding himself. He was always prepared and never forgot stuff. This was a huge annoyance for
him. This site was a good 35 minute walk away from the dorms and he'd have to do it again
tomorrow. He set off on his way home, still annoyed about the waste of time.

I wonder if Jimin has eaten yet...

Jungkook stopped at the convenience store when he got closer to their dorm, getting himself some
ramen and instant rice, the same for Jimin in case he hadn't eaten yet. He didn't even bother
messaging Jimin to ask. He just assumed that if he had eaten, he would just have a second helping
of ramen and rice.

He eventually made it home, hands and face numb from the cold air. The entire dorm was dark,
and he didn't see Jimin's shoes at the front door. Maybe he had gone out? Jungkook placed the
food on the breakfast nook counter, shedding his coat and scarf and hanging them up.

He made his way down the hallway, the dorm eerily quiet. He got to Jimin's door, seeing no light
spilling out from underneath.

He knocked softly, worried that Jimin might be sleeping and didn't want to risk waking him. He
pressed his ear to the door hearing no moaning or strange sounds from the other side.

"Jimin?" He quietly called out. There was no response. He tried the door handle, the door clicking
open. He didn't want to invade Jimin's privacy by going into his room without permission. He'd
just check if he's in and close the door right after.

But as he opened the door, he immediately regretted all his decisions.

The second the door opened, Jungkook was instantly engulfed by pure sexual desire, his skin
prickling and the blood rushing to his dick. Thoughts immediately started flashing through his
mind, thoughts of Jimin touching and pleasuring him in the best way possible.

There, on the bed, was a boxer clad Jimin, on top of another boxer clad male who's hands were
gripping his ass, the two in their own world.

However, it wasn't the fact that Jungkook had walked in on Jimin about to get his dick wet... no. It
was the look on the male's face, his eyes were glazed over, and from his mouth was a trail of blue...
smoke... Flowing into Jimin's mouth as they made out.

Jungkook's mind was swaying between arousal and fear. He was confused. He didn't know what
the hell was going on, much less what to do. His feet were rooted in place, watching the way
Jimin's tongue darted into the males mouth, pulling more of... that stuff out.

"Jimin?" Jungkook whispered. This gained his attention as Jimin snapped his head to Jungkook.

Jungkook had to get out of there. He turned on his heel, rushing out of Jimin's room, slamming the
door behind him and making his way to his room. He locked the door, ran to the corner and slid to
the floor.

He rocked himself back and forth, terrified of what he saw, disgusted with his body, trying to
ignore the painful boner straining in his pants.

He would never forget what he saw when Jimin looked at him.

Eyes full of pure lust.

Glowing a brilliant blue.

Chapter End Notes

Oh shit.
 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

In the midst of the silence, Jimin could hear sniffling from the other side of
Jungkook's door.

And he was devastated.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT!

This can't be happening. Jungkook just saw me feeding off someone.

Jimin's mind was spiraling. He was still on a high from the sexual energy he just drew out of this
random guy, who was now groaning and rubbing his hard dick on Jimin's thigh. As much as Jimin
had a sexual need to finish this off, Jungkook was more important to him. He jumped off the bed,
grabbing his clothes and shimmying into them.

He threw clothes at the male on his bed, who was dazed and confused, his boner straining against
his boxers, a wet patch on the fabric.

"Get the fuck up, you need to leave now!" Jimin growled at the male, grabbing his arm and pulling
him from the bed. His voice was intimidating, menacing. The male got out of the bed, hastily
putting on his clothes, stumbling around Jimin's room, completely lost and not understanding why
his boner wasn't being taken care of. He tried kissing Jimin, who grabbed his jaw and shoved him
away.

Jimin placed a finger to his temple, gathering some of his power in the tip and altering the memory
of the person. He placed memories of intense and earth-shattering sexual pleasure there instead of
what actually happened. The male moaned at the images flashing through his mind, the vivid
scenes of Jimin fucking him into the bed so real and intense that he started grinding his hips into
nothing. They eventually stuttered and his blew his load in his pants, finally coming down from
the high.

He was shoved out of the dorm, and Jimin made his way to Jungkook's closed door. He knocked,
calling out his name, but there was no response. He leaned his back against the door, sinking down
to the floor, the realization that he probably just lost his best friend settling in him. He gripped his
hair, frustrated that this was the way Jungkook had to find out about him. It was probably the
single worst and scary way Jungkook could have seen any of that.

In the midst of the silence, Jimin could hear sniffling from the other side of Jungkook's door. And
he was devastated. He never wanted to hear such pitiful noises coming from the younger, and he
especially never wanted to be the cause of it. He cared about Jungkook SO much, he couldn't
afford to lose his best friend. Not like this.

"Jungkook, please, please... I'm begging. Please open the door so I can explain myself to you.
 Please just give me a chance." Jimin's voice cracked at the end. He was desperately trying to get
Jungkook to listen to him. He couldn't give up with out a fight. His sexual high was replaced with
dread and anxiety, twisting his stomach into knots.

He understands that Jungkook probably feels scared, confused, betrayed, lied to. The person he had
been living with for almost half a year is some dangerous creature for all he knows. He also
walked straight into the room during a feed, the sexual energy probably blasted his ass and
affected him.

"Jungkook, please..." He tried again. This time, he heard shuffling on the other side of the door,
Jungkook blowing his nose really loudly, the rustling of clothes. Finally, the door cracked open,
and he peaked half his head out from the side, hiding the rest of his body and face from Jimin. He
just stared into Jimin's eyes, their color back to their normal dark brown, sniffling occasionally,
trying to find answers swirling around in his dark orbs.

"Jungkook, please come out and talk to me? I promise I can explain everything, and if after I
explain everything and you're still scared, I'll pack all my things and leave right now." To this,
Jungkook opened the door wider, his eyes pleading with Jimin not to leave. This Jimin could work
with. He was also clearly not willing to lose the older over something he didn't yet understand.

Jimin took a good look at this face. His eyes were red and puffy, his nose also red. His hair was
tousled and his clothes disheveled. His had a pillow in front of his crotch, probably hiding his very
painful hard on. He walked out of the room, walking past Jimin, who stood rooted on his spot, and
threw himself down on the couch. He had yet to say a word.

Jimin turned to look at him, sighing deeply. He could just try and alter Jungkook's memories. But
that would mean replacing them with ones of hot sex, which would probably ruin their friendship.
The only other option was to tell him the truth, which will probably scare him off and ruin this
friendship. Either way, Jimin couldn't see a way NOT to ruin their friendship. He just had to deal
with the consequences, whatever they may be. So, with a heavy heart, he took a seat next to
Jungkook on the couch, turning his whole body to face the younger.

He was about to open his mouth to say something, but Jungkook beat him to it.

"What the fuck is going on Jimin? I come home to you... I don't even know what to call what it is
you were doing. You were sucking some blue smoke of out of some half naked guy's mouth and
then your eyes were glowing blue and he looked almost dead..." He started hyperventilating. Jimin
reached his hand out to try and comfort Jungkook but realized that would be a bad idea considering
the aura around him was still highly charged. "Oh my god, did you kill him? And oh my god why
do I have such an inappropriate boner? Are you a vampire or a demon or an al-" .

"I'm an incubus!" Jimin, in a frenzy to shut Jungkook up and stop his impending panic attack, just
blurted the words out.

When he realized what he had just said, his eyes widened. He looked at Jungkook, confusion
settling over his features, a blank look in his eyes.

"You're a what?"

Chapter End Notes

Cat's out of the bag! We finally know what Jimin is. Did any of you guys see it
coming?

Also, RIP to that guy that got thrown out. I was gonna make it Jackson or something
but decided to leave him nameless rofl.
 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

Whether everything had been a lie, or fake, or whatever, he still cared about Jimin and
still considered him a friend.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"I'm an incubus!"

Jungkook's mind was swimming. An incubus? Like those ones he read about that would lay on
naked women and give them sexual dreams or whatever? He was so confused, trying to understand
the words that just came out of Jimin's mouth.

"You're a what?" This was exceptionally difficult for Jungkook. His mind was foggy, hazed with
the feelings of desire and lust, muddled with the sensation of fear and dread. He looked into the
eyes of his best friend, trying to find any truth to their interactions over the last few months. Had it
all been a ploy to end up doing... that to him as well? Was he just using Jungkook, with the guise of
friendship?

"An incubus, Jungkook..." Jimin sighed, looking down at his hands that were folded in his lap.
Seeing him sitting there like that, he looked so normal... so human. Was he even human? Jungkook
was trying to grasp what this all meant. Jimin said the words like they were supposed to just make
sense to him and that he was just supposed to understand. But he didn't.

"I... I don't understand what that means. Like, those creatures from the stories that ma-" He was cut
off from his sentence when Jimin looked up at him with such solemn eyes. Jungkook flinched,
scared that he would be hurt, his brain going into survival mode. Maybe he should run?

"Please don't be scared of me, Jungkook." Jimin hung his head again, his voice quivering as he said
Jungkook's name. The need for survival was instantly replaced with the desire to comfort his
friend. He saw how dejected Jimin looked, his shoulders hung from his body, his hands wringing
in his lap. He looked so small and helpless, sitting there like that, and it pulled at something in
Jungkook's heart. Whether everything had been a lie, or fake, or whatever, he still cared about
Jimin and still considered him a friend. He didn't want to see the older male hurt. So, against his
better judgement, he decided to listen to what Jimin had to say.

He rearranged the pillow on his lap, blushing slightly at the tightness of his pants, trying to will his
boner away.

"Jimin, I am really frightened, but I also don't like seeing you like this. So, please, for both our
sakes, can you explain to me what you mean by all of this."

Jimin sucked in a large breath of air, filling his lungs and sitting up straighter. His hands quieted
down in his lap and he lifted his head, intense gaze burning into Jungkook's eyes. He opened his
mouth, ready to speak, before closing it again. He bit his plump, swollen bottom lip between his
teeth. He looked towards the door of their place momentarily, before turning back to Jungkook.
"I'm scared to tell you..." He said so quietly, Jungkook almost hadn't heard him. But, he had, and
the words that came out of Jimin's mouth saddened him. How many times had Jimin shared this
information with someone, who betrayed his trust and left him alone? The younger was instantly
sobered by the thought that, perhaps, Jimin hadn't said anything for fear that he would be left
alone, or that something worse might happen.

"You can talk to me Jimin. I can't promise that I'll understand what any of this means, but I can
promise that I'll listen to you until the end." Jungkook had renewed resolve. He would try his best
to be here for the male sitting in front of him. He obviously couldn't predict how he would react to
anything he was about to be told, but he tried to remove any expectations so that he could keep an
open mind.

Taking a deep breath again, Jimin looking into Jungkook's eyes, and seeing the change in them, a
change from fear and confusion, to care and curiosity, he started.

"I'm an incubus, like I said. A supernatural being that feeds of sexual energy in order to stay alive."
He cautiously said the words, scanning Jungkook's face for any sign that he might be saying too
much. Jungkook kept his face blank, rolling the words over in his head.

"So, you're not human?" He asked slowly, his eyes squinting a fraction at the last word. He didn't
want to ask anything that would come off as insensitive or anger the older.

"Um. No." Jimin scratched the back of his neck, like he was ashamed by that fact. He didn't
elaborate further on that statement, instead just let the information settle within Jungkook, who's
brain was rapidly firing questions and thoughts off. The younger thought about that for a moment,
gauging his feelings about Jimin not being human. It didn't bother him as much as he thought it
might have. Leaving it at that, he decided to continue his enquiry.

"When you say 'feed off sexual energy', what do you mean exactly?"

Sighing again, Jimin responded. "What you just walked in on was me feeding. When I engage in...
um... sexually charged actions, that energy can be extracted. I use that energy to fuel my own life
force, keeping me alive and giving me... certain advantages." He was careful with the words he
chose, Jungkook noted. Probably trying not to scare me.

Again, Jungkook kept his face devoid of any obvious emotion, but the chips were falling into place
in his mind. Now, things that Jimin did made sense to him. The way he would constantly have
different people over every week. It was to sustain himself, he supposed.

"So if you don't feed, you die?" Jungkook asked. The thought of that instantly set a bitter taste in
his mouth, thinking of a world where Jimin didn't exist. He didn't like that.

"Think about it like this. You need to eat to stay alive, right? You eat in order to produce energy
which keeps your body alive and functioning. The same is true for my kind. If I don't feed, I will
slowly start losing my energy, and if I go long enough, I will probably eventually die, yes." He
explained.

Jungkook looked away, thinking about the comparison that Jimin made between the two of them.
When he put it like that, Jungkook could understand what he was saying. Most people have a
strong sense of self-preservation, and Jimin probably wasn't an exception to this. He looked back
into Jimin's eyes, searching for some indication that he wasn't being told the truth. Instead, all he
saw was the resignation that the elder held for this conversation. Clearly, he wasn't planning on
telling Jungkook any of this, at least, not in these circumstances.
"Huh. So, do you also get hungry like a human?" Jungkook asked, and he swore he could have seen
Jimin's eyes darken a little, before returning to their resigned look.

"I suppose you can say that..." He said with a small smile. It was silent for a moment between the
two males. Jungkook was digesting everything, ignoring the part of his brain that was screaming at
him to run far away. Instead, he gave in to the part that was curious to know more. If he thought
logically about this, it was kind of cool to be talking to someone like Jimin. How many others were
there that were like him?

"You said you have 'certain advantages'. What do you mean by that?"

"Um..." He could instantly see the reluctance that sprung up in Jimin's tone of voice to share this
information. Instead of saying anything, he softened his face and gave Jimin a small, reassuring
smile. "Things like having more strength, being able to alter peoples' memories, the power of
seduction...?" He said the last part like it was a question.

Jungkook's eyes widened a fraction as he listened to that. Memories of him being out with Jimin,
who's aura seemed to attract people to him instantly jumped to the forefront of his mind.

"So, that's why everyone looks at you like they want to... um... do things with you?" He blushed a
little at his words, unable to vocalize what he really meant to say.

"Yeah. I am designed in such a way that draws people to me. Part of my powers is to make people
desire me in that way so that I am able to stay alive by feeding off them." He said, almost matter-
of-factly. Jungkook was silent, as he thought about the times he, too, was affected by that same
thing. He had just pawned it off as Jimin being a sexually confident and beautiful person, but now
it made a bit more sense. Surely a normal person wasn't that desirable?

His silence made Jimin nervous, who was fidgeting in his seat.

"Jungkook, you're taking this awfully well, all things considered. Are you ok? Tell me what you're
thinking, please." He pleaded.

"I'm just trying to take this all in. It's a lot." He eventually responded. "I don't really know how I
feel about all of this yet. It's hard to replace the image of you in my mind that I have formed over
the past few months for this."

The second those words left his mouth, he instantly regretted it. He hadn't meant to sound like
Jimin was something that disgusted or appalled him, but the way Jimin turned his head to look
away made Jungkook mentally scold himself for being so careless with his words. He could see
Jimin's lip wobbling a little, trying to keep himself composed. It broke his heart, seeing the elder
like that.

He scooted closer on the couch, the thoughts of comforting Jimin overtaking his mind. Before he
could stop himself from thinking about his actions, he leaned into Jimin, wrapping his arms around
the smaller male. Jungkook had always wanted to wrap the elder in his arms like this, but never
overstepped the boundaries that they had placed between them. And now he could see why.

The second their skin touched, Jungkook's body felt like it had been set ablaze. His hairs stood up
and his scalp prickled. The blood rushed to his face as images of kissing and pleasuring Jimin
rushed to the front of his mind. He could feel the lust clouding his mind, as his boner returned with
renewed vigor, instantly dripping at the vulgar and very explicit thoughts he was bombarded with.

As if burnt by a hot object, Jungkook immediately sprung back from Jimin, removing his skin from
the other. His eyes were wide, and his skin slick with a thin sheet of sweat. Jimin also sported an
equally shocked expression, his eyes darker than they were before, his mouth hanging a little
open.

"What... what was that?" Jungkook asked, his breathing labored as his willed the images in his
mind to be replaced by those from before they had touched. "Is that also one of your powers?"

Jimin slowly closed his eyes, his mouth still open. His brows were furrowed. "Jungkook, please
don't touch me. I'm an incubus. It's part of what I am. When people touch me, my sexual energy
flows to them for the purpose of turning them on, so that I can get what I need. I have no control
over it." He sounded almost pained saying these words, like he desperately craved physical
affection, not just physical desire.

Jungkook felt so helpless, seeing Jimin like that. His eyes were still closed, like he too was trying
to control himself.

He wanted to test the theory, so he cautiously reached his hand out for one of Jimin's that was
resting in his lap. His fingers brushed so gently against Jimin's knuckles, and the sensation
instantly engulfed Jungkook again. It was like a switch that got turned on inside of him, dousing
his body in want and desire, though the images in his mind were not as vivid or debaucherous as
they were when he hugged Jimin.

Jimin snatched his hand away, eyes open and glaring at Jungkook, ready to scold him for what he
just did. But before he could even get a single word out, Jungkook grabbed his small hand in his
own, interlocking their fingers. He willed his mind to be stronger than his body. Willed himself to
focus on the male in front of him, not the version in his mind that stood before him, bare and
wanting. He shut his eyes, clutching Jimin's hand tight as the prickling sensation in his body
continued, increasing his heart rate and his breathing. His dick was twitching in his pants and the
familiar coiling sensation deep in his gut was building.

It was euphoric, and unlike anything he had ever experienced. Fighting the building sensation in
his body, he forced his eyes open to look at Jimin. Jimin's eyes were hooded, filled with lust, his
pupils blown wide, as he glanced down at their connected hands. The sense of pride swelled in
Jungkook, seeing the same look on his face mirrored in Jimin's.

"Jungkook, please..." Jimin weakly whined out, the sound so incredibly sensual to Jungkook that it
made precum instantly leak out of him. He reluctantly complied, removing his hand from Jimin's,
as he tried to control his breathing. He was instantly met with a very uncomfortable sensation in his
pants, the loss of contact stilling the coiling in his stomach.

They sat for a moment, breathing deeply as they both tried calming themselves from the sensations
that passed between that.

"Is it always like... that?" Jungkook breathlessly asked out.

"Yeah..." Jimin sighed, looking up at the younger.

"Wow..." Jungkook leaned back, resting his head on the back of the couch, staring up at the
ceiling. He calmed his mind, trying to focus on the subject at hand, rather than the feeling in his
body. It felt like time had stopped, neither of them moving. The only sound was that of their
breathing as they tried regaining their composure.

"So... this is why you always have people over?" Jungkook finally voiced out. His voice was
devoid of any judgement, but filled with curiosity about the sensations he had experienced.
"Yeah."

"Why not just get a partner so that you always have someone that you can feed off instead of
someone different?"

This had obviously struck a nerve with Jimin. His face sported an expression that was fluctuating
between pained and upset, and Jungkook couldn't understand why that question seemed to affect
the older so poorly.

"Jungkook, I'm a sexually driven being. My whole existence revolves around sating my sexual
desires. When I'm feeding, it's like being taken over by intense need. The desire to fulfill myself
becomes secondary to the needs of the person I'm with. It is so easy to just lose control and end up
hurting them. Of course I don't like prowling around for a different... victim... all the time, but what
alternative do I have? My desire for sex is so insurmountable, you wouldn't even be able to fath-"

"Why don't you just feed off me instead?"

Jungkook couldn't even believe his own ears. The words left his mouth before he could even think
about what he was saying. What the fuck was he even suggesting? He saw the pained expression
on Jimin's face, the way his words came labored from his mouth. He clearly didn't want to live like
this, but the need to keep surviving forced him into a corner. Clearly, he was insane, or Jimin was
just really affecting him. But, he wanted to help him, to take away his pain and be there for him,
even if it meant allowing Jimin to feed from him.

Jimin was livid. His face flushed with so much anger and it made Jungkook flinch away from him.

"No. Absolutely not." He gritted out.

"Why? I don't see how this is a problem. You get to feed regularly without the hassle of having to
seek out someone new every time you're hungry. I just want to help. You obviously seem like you
want a more... stable source, so why not use me?"

"Jungkook..." Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose, his anger subdued by the genuine look on the
younger's face. "You don't understand. It is so dangerous to feed off the same person repeatedly. I
have never been able to control my cravings like that, and being with the same person is bound to
cause a loss of control. I would rather not feed again than ever hurt you." He said the last part
softly.

"Besides," he continued, "you're a virgin. I can't do that to you. You should give that up to
someone that cares about you, not someone... like me." Jungkook's face flushed at Jimin's candid
words, but he instead chose to focus on the words that instantly angered him. Jimin had implied
that Jungkook didn't care about him.

"I DO care about you, Jimin. And it's my decision who I give myself up to. Your concern is
misplaced. I am an adult, capable of making this decision for myself."

"Jungkook, no. You don't know what I'm capable of. I don't even know what I am capable of."

They looked at each other for a moment, unaware that they had shifted closer together during the
heated discussion that was taking place. Jimin had ignored the change in the air around them, but
Jungkook's mind was set. He ignored the warnings that were going off in his head, pushed away
the unknown about what Jimin was, what he meant. He knew what he wanted. He knew he wanted
to do this.

"Then why don't we find out together?"

 And just like that, Jungkook leaned forward, and pressed his lips flush against Jimin's soft ones.

Chapter End Notes

I am stupid grinning from the ending of this chapter. Like that went from 0 to 100 real
fast.

What is gonna happen between the two of them now? I don't even know.
 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

The younger opened his eyes, staring into Jimin's bright blue ones, his own hooded
with lust and carnal desire.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jimin sat with his eyes wide with shock, the sensation of Jungkook's soft mouth causing his mind
to short-circuit. His powers instantly spiked, wrapping around him and the air between the two of
them and pushing Jimin's better judgement to the back of his mind.

He closed his eyes, savoring the way Jungkook's lips moved almost hesitantly against his, but were
full of desperation, as he pushed his mouth closer to Jimin's.

Jimin lost his control, his desire to quench the aching thirst deep in his gut overtaking him. Kissing
Jungkook felt like he was overcome with a fever, his body set ablaze and his dick standing proud.
He got lost in the way his lips tingled where they were in contact with the younger's. His lips felt
like they were made for him, like they just slotted into place.

Jimin finally responded, his arms snaking around Jungkook's neck to pull his chest flush against
Jimin's. One of his hands tangled into the hair that rested on the nape of his neck, soft and silky
against his fingertips.

Jungkook hesitantly rested his hands on Jimin's waist, his thumb brushing up against the exposed
skin where his shirt lifted a bit. The sensation was electric, the feelings of Junkook's calloused
thumb rubbing circles over his skin sending shivers down his spine.

He wanted more. More of Jungkook.

He shifted them on the couch, straddling Jungkook, his knees resting on either side of the heavy
thighs that were straining against Jungkook's pants, feeling his arousal press against the inside of
his leg. It almost made him feral as he gripped the hair he was running his fingers through, pulling
Jungkook's lips away from his mouth as he trailed blazing hot kisses down his jaw and to his neck.

Jungkook shifted under him, his crotch pressing against Jimin's, the grip on his waist tightening as
a small moan escaped his lips. The sound traveled straight to Jimin's dick. His heavy breathing
spurred the elder on, who was sucking marks into Jungkook's unmarred neck, licking and biting the
soft flesh that was under his teeth.

There was no rational thoughts in his mind, as the need to ravage Jungkook's body overtook him.
He abandoned the younger's neck, crashing his lip back onto Jungkook's pliant ones. The hand that
had snaked up underneath Jimin's shirt came to a halt on the back of his neck, pressing him closer
to Jungkook's body who's hips ground so deliciously against his ass. They fought for dominance, as
Jimin bit the plump bottom lip he was sucking onto, causing a sharp breath to be released from
Jungkook's mouth. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into the younger's mouth, running it
over his teeth, as their tongues wrapped around each other with so much need and desperation.
Jimin didn't want to feed on Jungkook, but feeling the younger press his erection into his ass
replaced any thoughts he had with those of lust and desire. He could feel Jungkook's sexual need
grow and grow, as their tongues desperately fought against each other, teeth clattering as they
devoured each others' mouths. He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to feel that pure sexual
energy, needed to taste all of Jungkook's deepest desires.

In the throws of passion, Jimin pulled his head slightly back, pulling with him a thin trail of
Jungkook's sexual energy and life force and savoring the taste in his mouth.

It was indescribable.

The taste on his tongue was unlike anything he had ever had before. Jungkook tasted so clean,
so powerful, that it had Jimin reeling by the sensation that filled up every cell in his body.
He needed more. Like a drug, he found himself instantly addicted to the sweet moans that left
Jungkook's mouth as Jimin devoured his energy, pulling more and more from his body. His vision
was hazed and all the could think about the need to feel more of Jungkook's body, to feel his
tightness wrapped around his dick as it twitched in his pants.

His eyes glowed blue as he took more of Jungkook's energy into his mouth, the younger's eyes shut
tight as he rutted his hips against Jimin, chasing any friction he could get. His breath became
shallower as he chased his high, his hips rubbing against Jimin's ass. His hand trailed down to
Jimin's ass, as he held the plump flesh in his palm, squeezing it and holding him in place as his
thrusts became more desperate.

Jimin was loosing it. The way Jungkook's large hand closed around his ass, pulling him down into
his crotch tasted delicious on his tongue. He ate Jungkook's sweet moans, the sweetness spilling
over him.

"Jungkook..." Jimin whined out. The younger opened his eyes, staring into Jimin's bright blue ones,
his own hooded with lust and carnal desire. It set him over the edge as he reached his climax, his
head thrown back and his eyes rolling back as he let out a loud moan.

The pulsation of energy that rushed into Jimin's mouth when Jungkook found his release was
intense. The sweet, lascivious taste was too much for him, as he too found himself releasing his
climax, a high pitched whine leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes. He felt all the cells in his
body spring to life with energy and power, his own life force mingling with Jungkook's, making
him stronger than he ever felt before.

He kept his eyes closed, as he savored the power pulsing inside his body.

He was pulled from his thought by a shift under him, as Jungkook's hand that was gripping his ass
not too long before, fell limp to his side. He looked up to Jungkook's face, who's eyes were closed
and his breathing evened out.

"Jungkook?" He whispered out, unmounting himself from Jungkook's lap as he gently shook the
younger by his shoulder. Instead of a response, Jungkook's head lolled to the side, and Jimin
instantly started panicing.

Did he take too much from Jungkook?

He quickly pressed two fingers to Jungkook's neck, ignoring the angry red and purple marks that
littered his skin, seeking some reassurance that he didn't do what he thought he did. When he felt
the faint pulse beneath his fingers, he let out a relieved breath he didn't even know he was holding.
 He sat next to Jungkook, gripping his hair in his hands, fighting the guilty feeling inside him. He
almost lost control. Almost drained everything Jungkook had. The soft, quite breaths that sounded
next to him reminding him of what had almost happened. He looked at Jungkook's peaceful face,
relaxed as he slept off the intensity of what just occurred between the two of them.

Seeing his sweet face like that, untroubled, made Jimin feel sick.

He stood from the couch, the lingering feeling of electricity settling in his body as he gently lifted
Jungkook into his arms and carried him to his room. He laid him down on the bed, ignoring the
wet patch over his crotch, as he brushed the hair from Jungkook's face. The younger let out a
content sigh, shifting in his sleep.

Jimin got up, throwing one final look to where Jungkook laid in his bed, vowing to himself that he
would never let that happen again as he closed the door behind him.

No matter how addictive Jungkook tasted, Jimin promised he would never feed off the younger
again, as he gathered his things and left the dorm.

Chapter End Notes

Oh God, Jimin is freaking out and just left? What is Junkook gonna think when he
wakes up?

Also, I was having such bad writers block, this chapter took me so long to write...

Don't forget to comment and vote if you are enjoying the story!
 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

He felt like his emotions were bursting at the seams, as he abruptly stood up, knocking
over his chair. He needed to tell Jimin how he felt.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The light hitting Jungkook's face through the blinds of the window caused him to crack his eyes
open. He raised a hand to cover them, squinting at the surroundings. He was in his room. He
couldn't remember how he got there.

He shifted in his bed, feeling a sticky, uncomfortable feeling between his legs. He looked down,
seeing that he was still in the clothes that he was wearing yesterday when he went out to take
photos.

Jungkook's mind was hazy, still heavy with sleep. He sat up, rubbing his eyes when the memories
of the previous evening came flashing through his mind.

He kissed Jimin.

Jimin is an incubus.

He fed off Jungkook.

He kissed Jimin.

Oh god.

The images of Jungkook being so bold, demanding that Jimin feed off him came back to him,
causing his face to heat up with embarrassment at how forward he had been. And then, there was
the very intense kiss that they shared. His hand touched his lips, remembering the way that Jimin's
soft, plush lips felt against his own. How his body was ignited with a fire that burnt so hot with
desire.

Jungkook forced those thoughts out of his mind, and rather decided to try and focus on the more
pressing issue at hand. Jungkook hardly had a chance to digest the information he had learnt about
Jimin the previous evening. His mind was muddled, too many thoughts hazing through it all at the
same time. He needed to order his thoughts in a way that allowed him to think of everything.

He stood from his bed, groaning at the way his body felt so gross. He needed to freshen up, but he
was too scared to leave the safe haven of his room. The bathroom was right opposite Jimin's room,
and he wanted to have all his ducks in a row before he faced Jimin again. He wanted to be sure of
what he knew, what he didn't understand and what he wanted from his relationship with the elder.

With this in mind, he opted for just changing out of last night's clothes and replacing them with
cleaner, more comfortable ones. He seated himself at his bedside table, pulling out a notebook and
a pen and started writing down his thoughts. He always felt that when he wrote out what he was
feeling, he was able to better understand the way his mind worked. He used to journal, but since he
was in his final year, he didn't have much time to do that anymore.

He stared at the blank paper, wondering what he should write down first. After five minutes, he
decided to go with something simple.

1. Jimin is an incubus.

A supernatural being. Feeds on the sexual energy of others to survive. Is not human. Has ?magical
powers.

That was all he could write about the first point. He realized that he really didn't ask as many
questions as he should have probably asked. How old was Jimin? How many others are there like
him? Does he do bad things? Jungkook immediately felt out of depth in this department, so he
decided to pull out his phone and see what the internet had to say.

Two minutes into scrolling through the search results, Jungkook realized that this proved to be
completely unhelpful. Most sites just said things like "male evil spirits that have sex with women
while they are sleeping." He figured he was going to have to ask Jimin more about his... kind.

While he knew next to nothing about the finer intricacies of what made an incubus an incubus, he
knew the things that made Jimin, Jimin, and he liked those things. Assuming that Jimin hadn't been
lying to him about any of the exchanges they shared over the last few months, which Jungkook
was almost certain of. If he really thought about it, really stewed on it, he didn't really care if Jimin
was an incubus or not. As long as he didn't harm people, or do anything illegal, he couldn't see why
Jimin being a little different was a problem in the slightest.

2. Jimin feeds off sexual energy.

He has no set partner, fearing a lack of control may harm a regular partner. Has no preference.
Feeds approximately once a week. Pulls blue smokies out of the person he feeds off. Eyes turn
blue...

Jungkook almost chuckled at the childish way he made his notes, not really sure what else to call
that stuff he had seen Jimin consuming, but the reality of what he was actually writing sobered
him. How did Jimin ingest the stuff? Was it like food he swallowed?

He was instantly reminded of the previous night, the way Jimin had fed off him. The feeling was
exquisite. It was like every sexual fantasy had come to life, like every nerve ending on his body
was being stimulated in that delicious way he wasn't able to do for himself. It felt like he was
connected to Jimin, and in that moment that their eyes locked, and he saw Jimin's shining cyan,
almost glowing, he could feel everything that Jimin was feeling. The sensations became so
magnified that he instantly came in his pants and passed out from how intense his orgasm was.

His cheeks flushed at that, as he embarrassingly ruffled the front of his hair. He pushed the thought
out of his mind, since he didn't want to get distracted by reliving that experience right now.

Instead, he focused on the other aspect of that entire exchange. Jungkook thought of himself as a
physically able and strong man. He had good stamina, but the feeding really drained him. He still
felt like his body was a heavy weight that he was dragging around his room. Maybe this is what
Jimin meant when he said that things can go wrong when feeding with someone constantly. While
being physically intimate with Jimin was mind-blowing, he doesn't think he'd be able to do that
daily.
He gained a little insight into Jimin's mind, feeling dejected by the way he practically forced
himself onto Jimin, pushing him to a corner where he lost control and fed on Jungkook when he
clearly didn't want to.

He'd have to apologize to Jimin about that.

3. Magic powers????

Super strength, memory alteration, seduction... sniffing out virgins???

The next point baffled Jungkook the most. Jimin had only told him of these few abilities, but he
couldn't help wondering how many he had, how powerful he really was. He only had first hand
experience with the power of seduction. He gathered that Jimin was able to seduce anyone he
touched, bending them to his sexual will. Does that mean he coerces people into engaging in
sexual activities with him? Jungkook didn't want to dwell on that one too long.

Then there was the fact that Jimin had known he was a virgin. Maybe he could smell it or
something? They had never spoken about his sexual experience, but he didn't feel like he was
obviously naive, or gave off the vibe that he wasn't banging people like Jimin was.

He wasn't ashamed about being a virgin, at least not until Jimin mentioned it like it was a thing that
was holding him back from ravishing Jungkook like he did all the other randoms he brought back
to their place. It annoyed Jungkook that the elder had made the assumption that he was saving it
for something special or whatever. He didn't want to get angry about this, so he just ignored it,
doodling random designs next to what he had already written down.

He was absentmindedly shading in the number 4, where he was thinking of the next thing to write,
lost in thought about all the new information that he had learnt about both Jimin and himself, that
he didn't even realize what he was writing down as his next point until he read it over and the
meaning of the words sunk in.

4. I like Park Jimin.

He stared at the words, repeating them over and over in his head. He guessed that he
subconsciously knew this for a while already, but chose to ignore his feelings for fear of ruining a
really wonderful friendship that he had established with Jimin.

Sure, when he first met Jimin, he thought that he was hot, sexy and maybe a little intimidating. But
the more he got to know the other, he realized Jimin was soft and beautiful and so much more than
the moans and grunts that came from his room on the weekends. He loved the way Jimin was so
thoughtful about everyone around him, going to extra lengths to make his friends feel special. He
was filled with emotions that spanned from being sassy about the way the toilet roll should be
under not over, sad when his favorite kdrama couple went through turbulence, laughed with all his
body at Jungkook and Jin's super lame jokes. He wasn't afraid to express his opinions, to give
advice or comfort.

He was truly so selfless. Well, when he wasn't sucking the soul out of peoples' mouths...

Jungkook couldn't really fault him on that though. He needed it to stay alive. Sure, he seemed to
like it, but that was just his nature. It's how he was designed. He had sounded disgusted with the
way he had to "prowl" for victims, but his sense of self-preservation was stronger then the want to
not feed from strangers.

And then there was the way he was the most beautiful person Jungkook had ever seen. Ok, sure,
he was sex on a stick and could set all your clothes on fire with one of his smoldering looks, but
those weren't the things that made Jungkook's heart skip a beat. It was the way his eyes
disappeared when he smiled, his slightly crooked front tooth, his stubby little fingers.

Fuck.

He was smitten with Jimin, and wanted nothing more than to make him happy.

And with that thought in mind, he couldn't wait any longer before he spoke to the older. To tell him
all these revelations that he had in the confines of his room as he thought everything through. He
wanted to give things a try with Jimin, wanted to help him, to cherish and care for him.

He felt like his emotions were bursting at the seams, as he abruptly stood up, knocking over his
chair. He needed to tell Jimin how he felt. How he felt about the incubus thing and the feeding and,
just him. He wanted to hold and kiss him and maybe more...

He threw his door open, briskly walking into the sitting room, calling out Jimin's name.

"Jimin!"

He peaked into the kitchen, seeing no traces of Jimin. He saw that the pillows on the couch were
still disheveled from the activities of last night.

"Jimin?" He knocked on the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, seeing it
was empty. He wasn't really keen to go into Jimin's room after what happened yesterday. He really
didn't think he would be able to see Jimin busy with another person.

The thought made his heart ache.

"Jimin?" He knocked loudly at the door, frantic almost, hoping that Jimin was alone in there. He
stood, waiting for a response which never came, even after more attempts of calling his name and
rapping on the door. He decided to just go for it, pushing the door open, which was unlocked.

He looked into Jimin's room, it was messy. There were clothes on the floor, the duvet was not on
the bed properly. But there was no Park Jimin.

Maybe he went out to get some food?

He pulled out his phone, determined to get a hold of Jimin, urging him to head home soon so that
the two of them could talk. He was startled by the sound of Jimin's phone ringing from the sitting
room. He made his way over, seeing that the elder left it on the small coffee table.

Groaning, Jungkook cut the call, throwing himself down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.
His hand rested on the upholstery, causing him to look down and stroke the fabric of the seat. He
remembered the way Jimin's thighs cradled his as he sat in the exact same spot. The way Jimin's
skin felt soft and hot under his touch. He could feel the blood rush to his dick as he recalled the
way his palms held Jimin's supple behind, gripping the flesh and grinding against him.

Jungkook's hand flew to his crotch, trying to squeeze away his arousal as his simultaneously shut
his eyes, trying to cut off the thoughts that had taken residence in his mind, rent free.

He figured Jimin would eventually be back, and in that time, he could freshen up and mentally
prepare himself for spilling his feelings to Jimin.

The shower was long and as the scalding water pelted down on Jungkook's back, he found his
release. He rested his head on the shower wall, exhausted that these last two days was the most
sexually active Jungkook had been in a while, probably ever.

When he made his way out from his room, after having dressed in shorts and loose shirt, he re-
positioned himself on the couch, awaiting Jimin's arrival. He turned the TV on to play in the
background, not able to pay attention as the anxiety in his gut grew and grew as the hours slipped
away.

He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And when five days had passed, Jimin still hadn't come home, his phone had long since died, still
in the same place on the coffee table as it was when Jungkook had first found it.

Jungkook didn't want to think the thoughts that threatened to suffocate him over the last few days.
He didn't want to think about Jimin being gone forever. He still had so much to tell him, so many
experiences he wanted to share with the elder, dates he wanted to take him on.

He dragged himself around the apartment, like a ghost, doing only the bare minimum, hardly
deeming himself a function human, as the sadness drowned him. Every thing he did reminded him
of Jimin. Hell, the whole dorm was still covered in all of Jimin's things. Everywhere he looked, he
just saw him. The way his boots were at the entrance of their dorm, his mug sat on the counter top,
his toothbrush still in the holder in the bathroom.

Jungkook was going insane. He didn't have any way to contact Jimin, no ideas where he could be
found. Jin hadn't heard from him, but Jungkook did not want to go into any details since he didn't
know how much Jin knew about what Jimin was, so he just made up a lame excuse as to why he
was asking for Jimin's whereabouts.

Even Hoseok hadn't seen Jimin for the whole week at dance classes.

Jungkook was spiraling. The days passing amplifying the thoughts in his mind that Jimin was gone
fore good. He had fucked up his chance with Jimin.

And he didn't even get a chance to tell him he was in lo-

Jungkook's eyes snapped up to the front door as he heard the familiar sound of the lock clicking
open. He sprang up from his seat, dizzy from not having eaten properly the last few days, the
anxiety making him feel like he could throw up at any moment. He rushed to the door, just as it
was being pulled open, locking eyes with the male standing on the other side of the threshold.

Jimin looked startled to see Jungkook standing there, but his features quickly altered. His brows
furrowed as he stood there, taking in Jungkook's appearance.

The feeling of relief flooded through Jungkook's body as he felt the his shoulders sag from the
alleviation of weight that he'd been carrying around the last few days. He wanted to rush over to the
male, crush him in his arms, but he stood rooted in place as he just started into Jimin's dark eyes.
He was so glad, so overjoyed to see Jimin. The turbulence of emotions was so overwhelming, he
couldn't hold the tears that had misted his eyes back anymore.

"Jimin..." He breathed out, tears silently rolling down his cheeks as he stepped closer to the door,
cautious not to move to quickly. Jimin was like a deer, and if he moved too quickly, he was scared
 he would startle him off for good. "Where have you be-"

"Jungkook, we need to talk."

Chapter End Notes

OH MY GOD THE ANGST >:(

 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

He would never be able to feel the love and affection he so desperately desired to
have, so he settled on cheap thrills with momentary partners.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"Jungkook, we need to talk."

Jimin walked over the threshold of the dorm. He didn't want to look Jungkook in the eye. The
younger looked like shit. He had dark bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, his clothes were
wrinkled. He was currently crying and Jimin tried to not let it effect him. He needed to be strong.

The last few days, Jimin has been jumping from person to person, glutting himself on sexual
energy and hating that he had to be this way. He just wanted to be like the humans. Able to love
and touch without worrying that he'd be using his powers to seduce people into wanting him. He
resented the fact that he'd never be able to have a normal relationship.

So instead, he spent the past week mulling over what he was going to tell Jungkook. He had come
to the decision that he would not feed on the younger. His taste is too addictive for Jimin, too
strong. He didn't trust himself to be in control of his urges if he fed off Jungkook. The last thing he
ever wanted to do is put Jungkook's life in danger.

He almost didn't come back, but the thought of leaving Jungkook, without an explanation made
him feel sick. He cared so much about him. So he gathered his thoughts, made sure he was well
fed and headed back to their dorm. He wasn't expecting to see Jungkook immediately when he
returned, but he'd rather get this out of the way sooner rather than later.

"Jimin..." Jungkook stepped forward, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He had a hand
outstretched, reaching to take a hold of Jimin's in his own, but Jimin couldn't let them touching
affect what he needed to say. He couldn't be distracted. He stepped out of the way from Jungkook's
searching hand, seeing the pain and rejection flit through his dark eyes. He didn't understand why
Jimin had to do this. "Jimin, I... I thought you left me." Jungkook hung his head, a small sob
escaping his lips.

Seeing Jungkook like this broke Jimin's heart. He never meant for things to get this complicated.
He wished he could go back to the times where they would lounge around the dorm, playing video
games and watching movies. It was so simple then. How did everything get so fucked up?

Jimin wished for nothing more than to comfort the male standing before him, but he couldn't.
Again, the bitter disdain for his existence surfaced in his throat. He would never be able to just
comfort Jungkook when he was upset, or hold his hand in public if they went out, no matter how
much he wanted to. And that was the exact reason why he had to tell Jungkook that there can't be
anything between them save for friendship because it would never work.

He let out a heavy sigh, willing all the stress in his body to leave him with that very breath.
"Jungkook, please. We need to talk..." Jimin tried again, side stepping him and heading to the
sitting room where he took a seat on the couch. He saw his phone sitting on the coffee table and
grabbed at it, noticing it was dead.

Jungkook turned to look at him, eyes full of an emotion Jimin couldn't quite understand, as he
made his way to the couch to take a seat next to Jimin. He was sitting too close, so the elder shifted
to the furthest end that he could. The action made Jungkook furrow his eyebrows. He tried scooting
closer, but Jimin held up a hand that ceased his movements. He sagged on the couch in the spot
that he was.

"Jungkook..." Jimin didn't really know how to start, but as soon as he said his name, Jungkook
looked at him with such solemn eyes. "I'm sorry I just left." He sighed.

"I thought you weren't coming back." He sniffled, rubbing his red nose. "Why did you just leave
like that?"

"I... I was scared."

"Scared of what? I don't understand, Jimin."

"After I... fed off you, you passed out. I thought... I thought I killed you." Jimin hung his head,
reliving the moment after Jungkook had passed out, he was terrified that he hurt him. "I never want
to experience that again, Jungkook. You don't know what it was like, seeing you passed out here
on this couch..."

Jungkook made a move again to close the distance between the two of them. Jimin just gave him a
pointed look, which stopped his actions. He sighed, running his hand down his face.

"Jimin, I wanted that. I wanted you to feed from me. If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. I
knew that you didn't want to feed off me, but I forced you into a situation where you had no
choice, and for that I am SO sorry." He took a deep breath, and shifted closer to Jimin, the air was
charged, like electricity crackling between them. "But, I want you to know that it was so, so
amazing for me, and I don't regret that it happened."

Jimin was shocked by the confession from the younger. Of course he knew that any experience that
anyone had with him would be amazing, feel good. That was the whole purpose of his existence.
He couldn't trust Jungkook's words or emotions. He was just confused by the sensations that Jimin
evoked in his body.

"Jungkook, it's supposed to be amazing. That's what being an incubus means. Unadulterated
pleasure for whoever I'm with. But... It can't happen again." Jimin looked into his eyes with a stern
expression, he said what he needed to say, and he was going to stick to his decision. Even now, as
Jungkook sat before him, he could feel that charge in the air, the pull that he had towards the
younger. Now that he knew how Jungkook tasted, the temptation was very real and very prevalent.
He needed to stay strong, keep his distance.

Again, Jungkook shifted closer on the couch, his dark eyes boring into Jimin's. "No, Jimin. I
already told you that I want this, I want to be that way with you. Why don't you just let it happen. I
know you can feel it too, this." He gestured the air between the two of them with his hand.

"You don't understand!" Jimin was raising his voice, getting frustrated by his defiance and
stubbornness to let this go. "I could hurt you, Jungkook, kill you even. Do you have no sense of
self-preservation?! I am DANGEROUS." Jimin huffed out, breathing hard in his annoyance.
"You think I don't get that? For fucks sakes, Jimin, you're not even human! But I don't give a shit
about that! I know what I'm saying when I say I want this with you." Jungkook was also getting
worked up, equally frustrated with Jimin and his reluctance to see how good together they would
be.

"You can't force me to feed off you, Jungkook. My decision has been made. What happened last
week won't ever happen again." Jimin admonished. "We can just go back to the way things were
before that all happened. I care about you a lot, and don't want to lose you as a friend." He softened
his tone, pleading Jungkook with his eyes not to push the situation further.

"What if I want something more?" Jungkook whispered, so quietly that Jimin almost hadn't heard
him. He sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why was he being so stubborn about this?
Couldn't he understand what Jimin was trying to tell him?

He instead chose to ignore Jungkook's words, standing from the couch to get some distance
between the two of them. The air was thick and heavy with frustration and sexual tension and it
was starting to fuck with Jimin's head. He needed some space, needed to get some air.

"I'm gonna go get us some food, you look like you haven't been eating much. I'll be back in thirty
minutes." Jimin explained to the younger, who stayed seated on the couch, looking up at him. He
opened his mouth to say something, but Jimin gave him no opportunity as he turned his back and
headed to the front door of their dorm. He slipped his shoes on, turning back to give one last look
at Jungkook, who remained rooted to the spot on the couch, watching Jimin with sad eyes as he
opened the door and left.

The fresh, cool air outside their room helped clear Jimin's head as he made his way out the
building. That was so much harder than he thought it would be, but he was proud that he managed
to make it through that awkwardly intense conversation with Jungkook. Sure, he was mostly
ignoring what the other was trying to say, but he tried to put it out of his mind. Jungkook didn't
know what he wanted. He was being blinded by his lust and desire to feel good.

The thought made Jimin sad. He would never be able to feel the love and affection he so
desperately desired to have, so he settled on cheap thrills with momentary partners. He didn't want
Jungkook to be just that. He was content with this friendship, content with the way that they gelled
well together.

These were the thoughts that plagued Jimin's mind as he grabbed the take-away and made his way
back to the dorm, the chill in the air keeping his senses alert. He just wanted to go back to normal.
This was the first step to re-establishing things with the younger male, and it filled him with a
sense of anticipation. He really did miss Jungkook in the days that he was gone.

He found himself thinking of the cute way Jungkook would scrunch up his nose, how his scary
tattoos didn't match his mild, meek personality. Of course, he knew that Jungkook had some bite to
him, but when it was just the two of them, he was gentle and timid. He loved the little mole that
rested under his bottom lip.

His plump, pink bottom lip... that tasted so good between his teeth when they kissed...

Jimin shook his head, scolding himself from the thought that unwantedly sprung up in his mind.
This was not the time to be thinking of Jungkook in that way. He promised to himself that he would
keep his powers in check. He made sure he was well fed before even contemplating coming back to
the dorm. He couldn't slip up, no matter how tempting Jungkook was.

He made it back to the dorm, kicking off his boots and hanging up his coat in the threshold of their
 entrance, calling out Jungkook's name as he walked further into their place. He saw that the
younger was no longer sitting on the couch.

"Jungkook, I'm back, I got some kimbap." Jimin called out, setting the bag down on the kitchen
counter and making his way over to the Jungkook's room. He rapped on the door, earning no
response. He peaked his head in, seeing that the room was empty.

"Jungkook?" He called out, walking further down the hall to the bathoom. The door was open, and
there was no Jungkook standing there. He started to panic a little, worried that Jungkook left after
the conversation that they had. He wouldn't really blame him. He reached for the phone in his
pocket to call Jungkook, groaning when he realized it was still out of battery.

He figured Jungkook would show up when he was ready. He wanted to change out of his tight
clothes. Sighing again, he made his way to his own room, pushing the door open and stopping
dead in his tracks as he took in the sight before him.

There, on his bed, clad in nothing but his tight black boxers, was Jungkook. His bare body resting
against the sheets of Jimin's bed, his tattoos liquefying in the soft light that flooded his body. He
looked at Jimin, eyes hooded and filled with lust as he palmed himself through his boxers, breath
heavy.

He stood like that for a moment, a moment that seemed to last for eternity. Jimin couldn't tear his
eyes away from the younger male, his own body heating up from the sight before him. He could
see Jungkook's tattoos, the large dragon that snaked over his arm and down his toned torse, dipping
below the waistband of his boxers and reappearing on his thigh.

He was so beautiful, with his cheek flushed as he continued to palm himself, small hitch in his
breath as his hand ghosted over his straining erection.

Jimin was enthralled by the beguiling male before him.

"Jungkook, what are you do-" Jimin started, voice raspy and throat dry as the saliva pooled in his
mouth by what laid before his eyes. He was cut off, though, by the confident words that left
Jungkook's mouth.

"I want you, Jimin."

Chapter End Notes

I hope your hobi waters are ready for what's about to come...

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 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

His eyes were so dark, almost black, as he stared at Jungkook, his own lust and desire
rolling off his body in waves, slamming into Jungkook's own body...

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jungkook had thrown caution to the wind when he came up with this plan which he had no
guarantee would work. When Jimin left to go get food, his mind had kick-started into gear as he
put his poorly thought out plan into action.

If he thought about it too much, the embarrassment of what he was planning to do threatened to
swallow him whole and make him want to disappear. So he tried not to. He tried not thinking about
what he was going to do as he made his way to Jimin's room, removing his clothes and laying
himself down on Jimin's bed.

The sheets were covered with Jimin's heady scent, the smell sending Jungkook's mind into
overdrive, as he laid himself on the cool grey sheets. His body tingled at the sensation against his
skin, goosebumps erupting on his arms and legs.

He ran his hands over his own body, feeling the way his calloused fingertips brushed against his
sensitive skin. When he closed his eyes, he focused on the image of the shorter male before him,
the way he captured Jungkook's mouth with his own, how he ground his hips against his thighs.
The thoughts swirling in his head instantly made his dick plump up, desperate to be held in those
small hands.

Jungkook gripped himself over his boxers, trailing his fingers up and down his length as his
breathing picked up. He didn't want to go all out, saving those sensations for Jimin, hopefully.
Instead, he just lightly traced the outline of his ever-hardening dick, breath hitched every time his
finger ran over his tip.

He could feel a small wet patch on the front of his boxers, as precum slowly leaked out of him,
causing the slide against the fabric to feel so delicious. He wanted more. He needed Jimin to
replace his hands, to cover his body, to make him moan.

He let out a small whimper as he heard the front door opening. For a moment, his movements
faltered. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But when he heard the elder male call out his name,
he couldn't stop the thoughts of how his name would sound rolling off Jimin's tongue in the height
of his pleasure.

So when Jimin creaked his door open and their eyes met, Jungkook was too far into his own
pleasure to feel shame or embarrassment. Instead, he stared into Jimin deep onyx eyes, taking in
the way they darkened as they raked over his naked body, faltering when they rested on the hand
that was lightly stroking himself.

"Jungkook, what are you do-"

"I want you, Jimin." Jungkook cut him off with his words, so quiet and breathy, desperate for him,
who stood rooted in place at the threshold of his doorway. "I need you, Jimin..." He choked out,
whining as he pressed his hand against his straining erection.

He fixed his eyes to Jimin's once more, begging him silently. The elder took a tentative step into
the room, closing the door behind him as he just took in the sight of Jungkook strewn across his
bed. Jungkook's cheeks were flushed, lips parted as small panting breaths escaped his lips.

He held his hand out, the one that was not rubbing himself through his boxers, silently pleading for
Jimin to come closer, to end the misery he was casting upon himself.

"Jimin, please... hurts..." He breathed out, eyes screwed tight as the patch on the front of his boxers
grew larger. He felt like he would wither under Jimin's intense stare, the stare that was fixated on
him, unable to look away. The rustling of clothes made Jungkook open his eyes, head turned to see
the elder removing his sweater to reveal a thin, white t-shirt.

Jimin was inching closer, enthralled by the beautiful mess of a man that was on his bed, unable to
comprehend what the fuck was going on.

"Jungkook, what... why?"

He couldn't finish his sentence because he was cut off by a low whine leaving Jungkook's lips,
staring at his outstretched hand. Jungkook could see the resolve in his eyes breaking.

"Jimin, please, please. I want you. I want you to t-touch me..."

It was as if Jungkook could hear the crack, the crumbling of Jimin's resolution as he gripped
Jungkook's hand.

And like all those times they touched, the sensation of a white-hot flame, rushing up Jungkook's
arm and heating up his body almost made him come on the spot. The sensation of lust and desire
so strong, it caused a loud moan to escape his lips, his hand that was touching himself flying to the
duvet next to him to grip onto it. He was instantly doused in the fire that was Park Jimin.

He looked at Jimin, retracting his outstretched arm, and with it, pulling Jimin impossibly close. His
eyes were so dark, almost black, as he stared at Jungkook, his own lust and desire rolling off his
body in waves, slamming into Jungkook's own body, and sending with it a pulsing sensation
straight to his throbbing cock.

Jimin's knees hit the edge of the bed, stopping him from moving any closer, as Jungkook panted
from the intensity of what he was feeling. It was so powerful, the pull that he felt, his mind blank
from thoughts other than the ones that kept screaming at him to be devoured by Jimin.

In a rush of lust, he sat up on the bed, yanking Jimin's hand so that he almost stumbled onto the
bed, his knee reaching up onto the mattress to steady himself. But Jungkook didn't give him the
chance to regain his balance, as he slammed his lips against Jimin's.

The soft, sweet taste of the smaller male, his plump lips frozen against his own felt so good. He
moved his lips against Jimin's, urging him to kiss back, to devour him, to fuck him up.

Almost as if he could sense these desires within Jungkook, Jimin pushed back with his lips,
forcefully melding their two mouths together as he groaned into Jungkook's mouth. It was hot and
messy. The younger's hand traveled up his arm, resting behind his neck, as he pulled Jimin onto
the bed to taste more of him.
A small gasp left Jimin's lips, as he was pulled on top of Jungkook, their bodies pressed flush
against each other as Jungkook tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His teeth grazed Jimin's bottom
lip, biting and sucking on it, encouraging the older to open his mouth.

Their tongues clashed, hot and wet, sliding over each other, exploring each other's mouths.
Jungkook gripped Jimin hair, not painfully, but with enough force that made the older whimper
into his mouth. Jimin's hands flew to Jungkook's hips, fingers pressing into his scorching hot flesh
as he pressed his body up into Jimin's.

They broke apart, panting, eyes hooded and lips glistening with saliva as they stared at each other.
Before Jimin could get a word out, Jungkook pulled him by his hair, tilting his neck and trailing his
soft mouth over the column of the elder's neck, suck and biting, keening at the small moan that left
Jimin's lips.

Jungkook's mind was swimming. He was reeling in the sensations that threatened to drown him in
how fucking good it felt to taste Jimin's skin. He pressed a hand into the small of Jimin's back,
their erections brushing against each other and the fabric that separated them.

Frustrated with his, his hand trailed to grip the bottom edge of the elder's shirt, pulling it up his
back and detaching his mouth that was busy sucking red and purple marks into his skin, silently
urging Jimin to move so that the shirt could be taken off.

"Jungkook, wait... I-" The shirt was off and Jungkook wasted no time smashing their lips together
again, swallowing Jimin's words as his hands caressed the bare skin of his back and hips, the soft,
beautiful skin that covered the expanse of his body. He wanted to worship that body, take it all in
with his eyes and praise Jimin's beauty.

He gripped Jimin's hips, and, fuelled by his long-gone mind, flipped the two of them over so that
he was hovering over Jimin. He broke apart from their kiss to take in the sight before him. Jimin's
dark hair was messily splayed out on the pillow his head was resting on, his dark eyes glinting in
the soft light. His lips were red, swollen by the constant assault from Jungkook, wet with a mix of
their saliva. His neck was marred with pretty purples and reds, blossoming like a garden of
beautiful flowers on his skin.

Jungkook caressed the side of his cheek as he just took in the beautiful sight before him.

Jimin was ethereal.

His sharp collarbones jutted out from pale skin. Jungkook trailed a finger lightly over them, a
shiver running down Jimin's spine by the gentleness of it. His fingers trailed down his sternum,
taking in the sight of his small, pink nipples, which hardened under his fingertips as he ghosted
over them. He ran his fingers on the tattoo that was nestled on his ribcage, fingering the letters that
spelled out "Nevermind", darkly contrasted against his skin. His body was hard and angled, his
muscles glinting in the light and the soft sheen of sweat that clung to his body.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Jimin." Jungkook looked at him with wonder and awe in his eyes,
darkening slightly at the scene of he man that has been plaguing his deepest desires for months,
wantonly laid out in front of him.

"Jungkook, we can't..." Jimin whispered out between them, desperately trying to hold onto the last
bit of control he had over himself. He was failing, as he could feel his incubus desires clouding his
mind, forcing away the control he was failing to grasp a hold of.

"Jimin, I want this. I want all of this with you. Please don't make me beg." He replied, resting their
foreheads together. "Please, baby..."

The pet name was all it took for Jimin to throw all he thought he wanted out of the window. He
was gone. Gone to the desire for the man above him. His powers instantly let loose, engulfing
Jungkook in a blast of sexual energy which instantly weakened him. His knees gave way as he
collapsed onto Jimin's body, his strength pulled from his muscles as he was overcome with a
rapidly building coiling sensation nestled deep in his gut.

Jimin lost it.

He pushed Jungkook off him, who lolled to the side of the bed as he ripped at the last remains of
his clothes, taking in the sight of Jungkook's bare body in front of him. His large cock resting
angrily against his stomach, straining for release. His own clothes dematerialized off his body, the
action shocking Jungkook, who had absolutely no time to think about how cool that seemed,
before he was being attacked by Jimin's hot, wet mouth.

Jungkook keened at the desperate way Jimin's mouth trailed over his neck, sucking marks into his
skin, trailing down to his nipple, capturing the bud in his mouth as he flicked it and rolled it
between his teeth. The sensation shot straight to his dick, causing more precum to leak and pool on
his lower stomach. He moaned, hands looking to grab at something, before they were forcibly
pushed into the the bed by Jimin's hands, gripping him with so much strength it almost hurt. But he
couldn't feel the pain, he couldn't feel anything except the jolts of electricity that kept shooting
down his spine as Jimin continued his assault on Jungkook's nipples, grinding their hips together.

Up until this point, Jimin hadn't taken any sexual energy from Jungkook, instead, just pleasuring
the lithe body that laid beneath him. He could tell that he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer,
wanted to take all of Jungkook. Every last bit of him.

So in a final, last attempt to make sure that this was what he wanted, he lifted his mouth off the
now swollen buds on Jungkook's chest. He looked deep into Jungkook's eyes.

"Are you sure about this? I won't be able to stop once I start, Jungkook."

"Yes, Jimin. Please God, yes, take all of me. Please." That was all he needed before he delved
down to Jungkook's thighs, his hands releasing the grip on his arms, and he lowered his head to
trail kissed around Jungkook's pelvis.

Jungkook had always imagined that he would be awkward when he eventually had his first time,
shying away from the intense gaze of eyes on his naked body, slight dread for the pain he knew
would come. But in this moment, with Jimin, he felt none of that. All he felt was a peace in the
midst of the raging storm of craving he had for the smaller male. He knew that this was the right
choice. He knew that giving up this part of himself to Jimin was how it was meant to be.

He was stopped from his fleeting train of thought by the sensation of Jimin's hand on his cock and
hot breath blowing over him. He raised his head to look down, eyes meeting Jimin's dark ones, and
he watched the small male stroke his velvety skin, lips so dangerously close to his tip. The sight
almost made him blow his load, but Jimin squeezed his hand to the base of Jungkook's cock,
stopping his orgasm.

He looked on in anticipation, as Jimin parted his lips, his tongue darting out to wet his plump lips
with saliva, as he guided Jungkook to his mouth. Jungkook's eyes rolled to the back of his head at
the sight of that fucking beautiful mouth, wrapped so perfectly around his tip, gently sucking on
his head. His tongue flicked his slit, lapping up the precum that was steadily pulsing out of him.
The sensation was so amazing, he almost died from how amazing it felt. The dream he had was
nothing, nothing compared to the real thing.

The sight of Jimin's naked body, between his legs, focusing on his pleasure made him throb in
Jimin's hot, wet mouth. He bobbed his head, his hand stroking Jungkook's shaft, building his
orgasm dangerously quickly. Jimin pressed his tongue flat to the underside of his dick, tracing the
vein that ran there, taking more and more of Jungkook into his mouth as he swallowed around his
tip.

That made Jungkook feel an animalistic desire bubble up in him, as he gripped at the sides of
Jimin's head and thrust inside his mouth. The sensation of Jungkook pressing his dick deeper into
Jimin's throat made him moan, the vibrations rushing from his tip to the base of his dick as he felt
his orgasm right there.

"Jimin... I'm-- I'm gonna come..." Jungkook tried pulling Jimin off him, but Jimin wouldn't let him,
gripping Jungkook tighter and bobbing his head faster. Jungkook looked down to the male again,
and when Jimin opened his eyes, they were glowing a brilliant blue, and the sensation ripped out of
Jungkook. His cum shot out of his dick into Jimin's open mouth, and along with it, that telltale blue
trail of sexual energy as Jimin closed his eyes and sucked every last drop of hot, salty come from
his dick, moaning in pure ecstasy at the taste.

He shot up Jungkook's body, crushing his lips to Jungkook's and forcing his tongue and his seed
into his mouth as he tasted himself between their mix of saliva. He had a tight hand gripped to
Jungkook's jaw, forcing his mouth open to take what Jimin was giving him. It was so incredibly
hot and dirty and he loved it. It was overwhelming.

"Fuck, Jungkook, you taste so good." Jimin growled into his mouth.

He wasn't even allowed to regain his composure before Jimin was flipping him over onto his
stomach and gripping his hips, pulling them off the bed to arch his ass into the air. He pressed hot,
open-mouthed kissed to his spine, trailing his fingers down Jungkook's sides as he caressed him,
trailing lower and lower until he got to the base of is his spine.

His hands were kneading the strong flesh of Jungkook's ass, who groaned at the rough way that
Jimin was handling him. He pulled Jungkook's cheeks apart, exposing his most intimate place. The
thought of Jimin just staring at his puckered hole would have been enough for Jungkook to clamp
his legs shut in mortification, but the hot breath that blew over him blew away all those thoughts.

Jimin licked a long stripe from the base of his balls to his hole, a trail of saliva dripping and
cooling on Jungkook's exposed skin. He was certain that there was no one in this world that was
better at using their mouth than Park Jimin was, as he pressed a gentle kiss to Jungkook's hole,
sucking it into his mouth.

Jungkook was whimpering out Jimin's name, his spent dick plumping up again at the sensation of
Jimin eating out his ass. His hole was puffy and clenching, and he felt Jimin flick his tongue
against the rim of sensitive muscles and nerves.

He could feel it coming, the intrusion. But when Jimin pushed his tongue past the ring of muscles,
Jungkook felt nothing but blinding hot pleasure as Jimin swirled his tongue around, brushing
against Jungkook's sensitive inner walls, made more sensitive from his previous orgasm. He let out
a long, choked out groan, as Jimin thrust his tongue impossibly deep, the slurping sounds hot and
dirty, filling the air.

"Uhh... Jimin, so good. Don't stop!" Jungkook moaned into the pillow his face was buried in, his
hips pushing against Jimin's face to gain more friction as the elder continued thrusting his tongue
 in and out. He felt Jimin release one of his cheeks, a finger trailing to his balls to twist and squeeze
them, before trailing alongside his tongue and pressing against his hole. It slid inside easily, the
glide smooth from the excess of saliva trailing down Jungkook's thighs.

The sensation made his hips buck forward and his back arch as Jimin pressed his finger deep
inside him, deeper than his tongue could go. With it came a stinging sensation that immediately
faded as his finger pressed against Jungkook's prostate.

A loud wail left his lips as the feeling of Jimin brushing along his prostate made his vision go
hazy, white spots clouding his sight at the intense sensations that was being pulled from his
untouched body. He hadn't even notice Jimin slipping a second finger in, thrusting his two fingers
in and out of his hole, scissoring him open.

"Shit, Jungkook, you're so fucking tight." Jimin groaned out as he nipped at the flesh of Jungkook's
ass, leaving bruises on the unmarred flesh.

"Jimin, I want you... Please! Please, I need to feel you inside me." Jungkook was desperate, his
walls clenching from the oversensitivity, his dick reanimated and leaking, seeking release. He
wanted all of Jimin, wanted their bodies to be connected.

His small pleading voice, begging to be taken, made Jimin pull his fingers from Jungkook and turn
him onto his back. His hole clenched around nothing, as he whined from the empty feeling. He
looked up at Jimin, eyes vulnerable but dark, as he watched the older male suck his fingers into his
mouth, moaning at the taste of Jungkook on his fingers.

Jimin connected their lips again and Jungkook could taste himself on Jimin's tongue, which was
darting into his mouth and massaging his own tongue. He could feel Jimin position himself
between his legs, his thighs being held up by his strong hands. He felt the tip of Jimin's cock, wet
and hot pressing against his red, gaping hole.

He sucked in a deep breath, eyes staring up into Jimin's, which were still a beautiful glowing blue.
He had a questioning look in his eyes, as if silently asking Jungkook whether this was ok.

But before Jimin had a chance to do anything, Jungkook wrapped his hands around Jimin's ass,
pulling his hips forward with as much force as he could, with Jimin slipping into him, all the way
to the hilt, buried deep inside him, as a small gasp left Jungkook's mouth from the sensation and
pain of Jimin taking away the last bit of the innocence he held on to.

Chapter End Notes

oh my
 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

He needed to be closer, to feel every single inch of Jungkook's skin against his own.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

It's as if time had stopped for Jimin. The whole world went quiet and all he could see in the haze of
his lust was the male that laid beneath him. All he could feel was his hot skin against his hands, his
tight walls clenching around him.

Shit, this feels too good. He closed his eyes.

His thoughts, however, were snatched away from him as a massive surge of power flowed into his
body, igniting every single molecule in his body with so much energy he almost passed out from
the invasion.

Jimin had never felt power like that before. Had never experienced a feeling that was so intense. It
set his body on fire, burning up his insides with a raw need. He needed all of Jungkook. He didn't
know what this was, but he couldn't stop the loud wail that escaped his lips.

"Jungkook! Fuck!" His eyes opened, and met with Jungkook's soft brown ones. His pupils were
blown with lust, his mouth open as he let out small whimpers. There were tears silently escaping
the corners of his eyes as he stared back into Jimin's now blue eyes, begging for some relief.

He let out a sharp exhale that brought Jimin back to the moment, as he thrust his hips forward,
earning him a whimper from Jungkook, who's head was thrashing from side to side.

"F-faster, Jimin, please..." He breathed out, gripping the sheets below him. Jimin was lost in the
feeling of Jungkook's tight walls that were suffocating his dick, as he thrust his hips forward.

The loud scream that left Jungkook's lips caused his hips to falter, his mind see-sawing between the
reality that he is hurting Jungkook and the want to chase his own pleasure, but he was shocked by
the small whisper that left the younger's mouth.

"M-more..." Jimin didn't need any more reassurance that Jungkook was ok as he pulled all the way
out and slammed back into Jungkook, the bed shuddering with the force. The younger cums
immediately, his cock shooting out ropes of white all over his hips and chest. The sight made Jimin
groan as he repeatedly thrust into the younger male. With each pull back, he took with him
Jungkook's sexual energy, powering him to go harder, faster than he ever had before.

Jungkook was a mess beneath him, his hands gripping Jimin's biceps as he was pounded into.

Jimin was blinded by everything. It was all too much. The high of Jungkook's sexual energy
drugging him. He threw one of Jungkook's thighs over his shoulder, changing the angle of his
thrusts to hit his prostate dead on.

"Oh, FUCK... JIMIN!" Jungkook wailed out, sobbing frantically beneath Jimin. He was panting
and moaning with every single thrust. Jimin released his thighs, leaning down to capture his lips in
a heated kiss that left his head swimming, pulling more of Jungkook out from his mouth and
devouring his sweet taste.

He needed to be closer, to feel every single inch of Jungkook's skin against his own. He let go of
the grip he had on his thighs, snaking his hands under his body and pulling him to sit up, impaling
him on the elder's dick, stretching him and pushing him further down onto Jimin.

They were sitting up, and with the intense amount of strength that Jimin had, he lifted Jungkook by
his hips, to slam him back down on his hard cock, thrusting up at the same time. Jungkook was
panting out his name, like a chant, as he gripped Jimin's hair hard and pulled their mouths together.
Their tongues and hips and hands were in sync as they lost themselves in each other, moaning each
others names between sloppy kisses and hard thrusts.

It was hot and sweaty and so, so good. The best that Jimin had ever had. He had never felt like this
before with anyone else, and he didn't know why. He felt like he would burst any moment from the
emotions that were swelling inside him, from the power that was filling him up.

He could feel his orgasm coming as he pushed Jungkook back down to the bed and rammed into
him at a blinding pace, chasing his own high.

"Jungkook, I'm gonna cum..." he groaned out. "Cum with me, baby."

Those words were all that Jungkook needed to reach his third orgasm for the night, shouting out
Jimin's name in his ecstasy, as cum erupted from him, shooting out so forcefully that it reached up
to his collarbones and neck, painting him in white. He clenched around Jimin so hard, that Jimin
found his release, filling Jungkook up with his hot cum, and with it, sucking out a huge amount of
energy from Jungkook.

He groaned into the younger's neck, his dick pulsing at it released his load. He rode out his
orgasm, drunk on the euphoric feeling that Jungkook made him feel.

It was like injecting a drug for the first time. He sensation coursed through his veins as the air
around him blew up with all the energy he just took. He sat up, his head lolling back as he stared at
the ceiling, completely lost in the high that was Jeon Jungkook.

He was still buried deep inside Jungkook, his cock softening and the high dissipating, as his body
went limp and he collapsed onto Jungkook.

"Jungkook?" he whispered into the youngers' neck, placing a gentle kiss against his skin. He pulled
back from Jungkook, who laid completely limp beneath him, looking pale.

"Jungkook?" He shook the younger's shoulder. His skin was so cold, no longer burning with the
heat that, moments before, engulfed them. Jimin gently pulled out of Jungkook, wincing at the
feeling of his soft, wet dick's over-sensitivity.

He called out for Jungkook again, slapping his cheek lightly to try and rouse him, but the younger
didn't move at all. He felt cold and clammy beneath Jimin, who's panic started rising up in him,
closing around his throat.

He gripped Jungkook's wrist, searching for a pulse, his finger fumbling as he tried focusing for the
feeling under his fingers and finding nothing. The fear clenched his heart, squeezing it in his chest.

"JUNGKOOK!" He shouted out, slamming a hand against Jungkook's cold chest, who neither
moved nor winced from the force with which he was hit. "Jungkook, no, no, no." Jimin was
freaking out. He was gripping Jungkook's body to his own, shaking him in his arms as the tears
streamed down his face.

He killed him.

He killed Jungkook.

His sweet little bunny.

He stumbled off the bed, his breathing labored as he sat down on the floor in the corner of his
room, gripping his knees to his chest as he rocked back and forth, wailing out Jungkook's name. He
felt like he was going to die, he couldn't breath. His vision was black before his eyes as he
continued rocking in the corner.

He could only see the boxy smile in his vision, whispering out to him in his mind.

"You did it again, Jimin."

--

It was purely by chance that he met Taehyung. He was in the village market, looking for a victim to
feed from. It was hard then. People were more suspicious and cautious of evil spirits that were
lurking.

He had found a suitable target, a young woman, with a dark aura, who would slept with men to
steal their money. Jimin was so desperate, he hadn't fed in over a month. He had to be very
cautious. The Salem witch trials had spread fear among many nations, urging them to stay alert of
supernatural beings.

Not seeing where he was going, instead focused on the woman, he bumped into a young boy, who
gasped at the contact as he stumbled to the ground, dropping the package of vegetables he was
carrying.

"I am so sorry!" The deep voice startled Jimin from his reverie as he looked down to the male that
was on the ground, gathering his things. He looked up to Jimin and flashed him a boxy smile.

Jimin was floored. He had never seen someone so beautiful in all his 354 years of living.

The male picked himself off the ground with his vegetables in his hands as he continued to smile at
Jimin, a soft, beautiful white aura surrounding him. "I'm Taehyung!"

--

"Jiminie, come here, I want to show you what I have found!" Taehyung shouted from across the
clearing in the forest. He was twirling around in the long grass, his robes swaying in the wind as
Jimin watched him from the tree he was resting against.

"Jiminie!" His loud giggles echoed in the cleaning, startling some birds who flew from the trees.
Jimin lifted himself from the ground, a fond smile on his face as he made his way over to the male
that was giggling and playing in the grass.

Jimin never understood the tremendous pull he felt to Taehyung when they first met, but he
couldn't stop himself from spending time with the extremely happy male. He was everything Jimin
wasn't - light, pure and honest.
 "Yes, Tae, what have you found?" Jimin asked with a soft smile on his face as he stood before
Taehyung, who's back was turned to him. He twirled around and in his hands, he held a bunch of
dandelions. Before Jimin could ask anything, he blew them right in Jimin's direction, the pappus
flying around the two of them, spreading in the breeze beautifully.

"Jimin, you know, I really like you."

--

"Ahh, Jimin... Jimin, it feels weird..." Taehyung moaned out beneath him, as Jimin's sweaty body
hovered over him, blinded by the sensation that Taehyung's untouched body evoked in him. Jimin
wanted to swim in this feeling forever, to be carried away by the waves of his emotions for the
beautiful man that laid under him.

He caressed his cheek, kissing him softly as he gently thrust inside him.

"I love you, Taehyung." He whispered out, as he found his release. His powers pulled a huge
amount of life-force from the younger male, as he moaned out his own release, mirroring Jimin's
words.

"I love you too, Jimin."

--

"TAEHYUNG! TAEHYUNG PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!" Jimin sobbed into the chest of his now
dead lover, clutching his small frame to his own, begging any God that would listen to bring his
Taehyung back. He let out a heart-wrenching scream as he cried and cried.

He killed him.

He killed his precious, beautiful Taehyung.

--

"Jimin?"

Chapter End Notes

Oh shit.
 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

But Jimin was his only priority at this point. Fuck his sore muscles, fuck his pounding
head, fuck his nakedness...

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jungkook was on a cloud. He had no sense of where his limbs where, if he was awake or asleep or
even alive. He had no concept of his own existence. It felt so nice, so relaxing, to float like that. His
body didn't feel like his own.

He just felt warm and content. He wanted to stay like that, without worry, without conscious
thought about what was going on.

But, his weightless state was disturbed by the distant sound of whimpers. He heard a warbled
version of his name, so distant, but constant. He furrowed his brows, desperately trying to ignore it
and go back to his cloud.

The sounds got louder, louder still, until they sounded like they were right next to his ear, echoing
in his head, making it pound with pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, the feeling of his limbs and
body and existence coming back to him.

What is going on?

He took stock of where all his limbs where, his legs, his arms, his torso. The sensations, the pain,
he took note of them all. From the tips of his toes, he scanned his own body, trying to get an
understanding of what just happened. His mind was fuzzy, he couldn't remember anything other
than his name.

His legs were resting against something cool and soft. Bed sheets. He thought to himself. The
feeling of cool, soft sheets covered the entirety of his body. He must be on a bed. That makes
sense. His calves were sore, the muscles fatigued. He could feel points of pain on his thighs,
bruises, probably.

His arms felt heavy, like lead. He tried shifting around, willing his heavy body to move, to do
anything, but the pain that shot through his pelvis stilled him. Pelvic pain? Why was his ass so
sore?

"Jungkook..." The sound of his name that came out as a broken sob brought the memories rushing
back to his head.

Jimin.

Incubus.

The most mind-blowing orgasm(s) of his existence.

The fucking amazing, earth-shattering and breathtaking sex.

Suddenly, Jungkook's body was flooded with heat and he reanimated, coming alive from the stupor
which he was previously suspended in. He opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the dim lights in the
room. The room, he realized, was Jimin's.

He was in Jimin's room.

They'd had sex.

He passed out from how intense his orgasms were.

The heat flushed to his face, painting it a dark shade of crimson as he remembers how he wantonly
begged Jimin to give him more, to fuck him harder. It was sensational, the feelings that Jimin
brought out of his untouched body, how he molded to Jimin's own body. He was malleable,
bending to the will of the elder male.

His eyes fluttered again, finally adjusting to the light in the room. He took stock of his body once
again. The cool sheets, his nakedness. The feeling of dry, sticky cum coating his hips and stomach,
chest and even his neck. He could feel caked cum around his ass and thighs, blushing at the
realization that Jimin must have came inside him.

He wanted to bury his face in his hands like a teenager.

He didn't though, because the heavy labored breathing and whimpers coming from somewhere in
the room caused him to lift his head to look for the other male. He didn't find Jimin on the bed
with him, feeling around with his hands and turning his head from side to side. He barely had any
strength, willing his arms to pull himself upright so that he could discover the source of the noises.

Once he managed to pull himself upright, the blood rushing from his head making him feel dizzy
and his vision hazing, he shook it away and looked towards the direction where the sound was
coming from.

What he saw made his heart drop to his stomach.

In the corner, close to his door, was Jimin, sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest
and his arms wrapped around them, clawing at the skin of his arms, now raw and angry. His eyes
were pressed into the tops of his knees, his naked body trembling. He was rocking back and forth,
muttering unintelligible words, his breathing coming out in ragged bursts, followed by moments of
silence.

Jungkook was immediately engulfed with a sense of dread.

"Jimin?" He called out, but his voice was hoarse, and the sound came out as a warped and mangled
noise. Jimin, however, heard nothing, still in the throws of his hyseteria-induced state. Jungkook
realized that the elder was having a panic attack, trying his best to gather his limbs from the bed in
order to make his way over to the small male crying on the ground.

It took so much more effort than it should have, focusing intently on each individual leg as he
gathered enough energy to swing them over the edge, desperately trying to ignore his muscles
screaming at him in pain and agony, willing his body to return to the bed and close his eyes in
order to recover.

But Jimin was his only priority at this point. Fuck his sore muscles, fuck his pounding head, fuck
his nakedness. He needed to get to Jimin.
As he stood, his knees immediately locked up and his ass fell back to the bed, shooting shocks of
electricity up his spine from the pain. What the fuck did Jimin do? Tear his ass up? He tried again,
this time, much more slowly, as he stood up straight. The sheer willpower it was taking to keep his
body from collapsing was causing a thin layer of sweat to gather on his brow, as he focused putting
one foot in front of the other. He slowly made his way over to Jimin, and after what felt like 20
minutes, he collapsed on his knees in front on the male, who still didn't register his presence.

"Jimin, baby?" Jungkook raised a tentative hand to Jimin's head, hesitating whether he should
touch the elder or not. He didn't know if incubus panic attacks were different from human ones, but
he didn't want to startle Jimin and possibly get (more) hurt.

As he brought his hand down to rest on Jimin's head, he was, however, frozen in place when he
heard what the younger was muttering under his breath.

"Taehyung, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

Jungkook's mind was reeling. Who was Taehyung? He knew all of Jimin's friends, and the older
had never mentioned anyone with that name. He would have remembered something that was
significant enough for Jimin to be sitting in the corner in a panic about.

He was at a loss. He didn't know what to do.

But the next sob and whimper that left Jimin's mouth kicked his body into overdrive, urging him to
card his hands through Jimin's soft, black hair.

"Jungkook..." he brokenly sobbed into his knees. "Please don't leave me too."

"Jimin?" His voice was trembling but loud as he gripped a little of Jimin's hair, not painfully, but
with enough strength to get him to lift his head and face Jungkook.

Jungkook swore he could hear his heart break when he looked into Jimin's eyes. They were distant,
glassy... swollen and red from his sobbing. His nose and cheeks were splotched, drool dribbling
from his chin from his forceful crying.

He looked so... broken. There was no other way to describe the defeated look in Jimin's eyes, and
they met with Jungkook's concerned ones. He just stared at Jungkook, a sad smile on his face as
more tears leaked out of his eyes.

"Jungkookie, I'm so sorry I killed you. My precious bunny..." He raised a weak hand to caress
Jungkook's face.

Killed? But I'm right here...? Jungkook was confused by Jimin's words, who just continued to
mutter broken 'I'm sorry's', stroking his cheek. Did Jimin think he was hallucinating Jungkook in
front of him?

Jungkook moved to grip at Jimin's shoulders to lightly shake him. "Jimin, I'm not dead. I'm right
here. I got you. You didn't kill me. I'm right here."

He could see Jimin's face slowly contort into confusion, trying to comprehend the words coming
out of the younger's mouth.

"Jungkookie, why did you have to leave me? Why did you leave me! YOU LEFT ME LIKE
TAEHYUNG LEFT ME!" His confusion turned into frantic thrashing and anger as he started
shouting and screaming in Jungkook's hold, repeating his words over and over.
The younger realized that Jimin was deep in his broken psyche, unable to distinguish reality from
his tormenting thoughts. He, too, was panicking, Jimin thrashing about in his arms, pounding at his
chest, screaming at him for answers as to why he left. But, he was right there, and he would
continue to be right there for a long as Jimin wanted him there.

In his panic, he did the first thing he could think of doing.

He kissed Jimin.

He pressed his lips so, so gently against the elder's soft ones, regardless of his thrashing around, he
pressed his lips there, not daring to move or even breath. Slowly, Jimin stilled against him, and
Jungkook could taste the saltiness of his tears on his lips.

Slowly, he started moving his lips against Jimin's, who was still frozen in place save for the tears
running down his cheeks. He didn't feel that instant arousal that usually accompanied Jimin's
touch. Instead, it was just a beautiful moment, as he tried pouring all his feelings into the kiss. He
gathered all he had in his heart for Jimin, and willed those feelings onto his lips, onto the tip of his
tongue that he gingerly pressed against Jimin's lips.

He felt the odd sensation of his life-force flowing out of his lips and into Jimin's mouth, which was
now slightly parted, lips quivering against his own.

It was as if someone had taken a bucket of ice-cold water and doused Jimin with it, shocking all his
nerve endings into reacting, and his eyes opened in shock and his body tensed up. He focused his
blue eyes on Jungkook's, and with a sudden surge of power and realization, he shoved Jungkook's
body away from his own, with so much force that Jungkook shifted and toppled a good meter away
from Jimin.

The elder was panting, rage in his eyes as he stared at Jungkook, breath heavy as he was trying to
piece together what was before him.

"Jimin, I'm not dead. Look, I'm right here." Jungkook sat up from where he was practically flung
away, straining against the agony in his body, ignoring the acidic feeling of his muscles.

A look of realization washed over Jimin's face, more tears streaming down his face, the relief in his
eyes was evident. "Jungkook?" He timidly asked, disbelieving that the person in front of him was
real.

"Yes, it's me. I'm ok..." He shifted closer to Jimin, slowly, as not to frighten the smaller male. "See,
I'm alive and breathing and you're ok. We're ok. You didn't kill me, baby." Maybe this wasn't the
time to be using pet names, but it just came so naturally from his mouth.

"But... but you were... and I-I thought I-"

"Shh, it's ok..." He was so close to Jimin, reaching a hand out to steady him, to ground him to the
moment. To help him feel that he was real, he wasn't some nightmare in his imagination. Jimin
smacked that hand away from himself, disgust on his face as he scooted closer to the wall, as if to
fuse himself with the cement.

"Don't fucking touch me Jungkook..." He spat out, but his voice holding none of the bite. It just
came out sounding like he was defeated. Jungkook was confused. They had just shared a beautiful
moment, and now he was regretting it?

"Jimin, we... I..." He didn't really know what to say. He was scrambling to get his thoughts
together. He thought things were just as amazing for Jimin as they were for him. He thought that
they made progress. He understands Jimin thought he killed him, but he was ok. Couldn't Jimin see
that?

"Jungkook. Do you still not get it?" Jimin sounded so pained, his voice cracking. "I thought I killed
you. I thought you were DEAD!"

"But, I'm ok! Don't YOU get it? I AM NOT DEAD." He sat , banging a fist against his chest, as if
to confirm that he was really real, really there. The fury was building in him. He just wanted Jimin
to understand that this was as much his decision as it was Jimin's. He wasn't forced into any of this.
He wanted it. "I'm not Taehyung! I'm not gonna leave you!" He cried out, frustrated with Jimin's
stupidity that he hadn't realized what he had said.

He felt the sting before his brain could compute that Jimin had slapped him across the face, cheeks
flushed and breath heaving, a murderous look in his eyes. "Don't you dare say his name, you
asshole. You have no fucking idea what the fuck you're saying."

"Then fucking tell me, Jesus! I wake up from the most amazing sex I couldn't probably ever have,
with a guy I happen to really like, crying in a corner chanting another guy's name, thinking he
killed me. Excuse me if I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND." He shouted out.

"You want to fucking know who Taehyung was?" He gritted through his clenched teeth. his hands
were balled into fists by his sides, holding himself back from beating the shit about of Jungkook.
"He was my first love, the first person I was ever romantically involved in, and I killed him! ARE
YOU HAPPY NOW YOU FUCKING DICK. I killed him because I drained all his fucking energy
and he died in my goddamn arms. So don't tell me you know shit about it. You can never, will
never be Taehyung."

It was silent, Jimin's words hanging in the air between them. Jungkook thought that the slap hurt,
that his body hurt, that his muscles hurt. But nothing could hurt him more than the way Jimin's
words ripped a hand into his chest, and pulled his heart right out. He could feel his chest
constricting, tears prickling in his eyes.

He would never be Taehyung...

No, fuck you Park Jimin. He's right. He would never be Taehyung, because he wasn't planning on
dying on the ethereal man in front of him. He wasn't planning on going anywhere that Jimin didn't
want him to go.

He took a calming breath, mentally pushing the constricting feeling in his chest away, to look at
the man before him, really look at him, before he could be certain that his next words came out
with as much genuineness as his hoarse voice could manage.

"I want to be with you Jimin. Not just as a roommate, or a friend, but as more. I-I want to be just
yours. And I think... I think that you want that too, but you're so scared. And, now I can understand
why. And I am so, SO sorry that you had to experience that kind of pain and heartache. But I want
to make you happy. I want to give you something that I don't want to give anyone else. Please, let
me..."

Jimin was stunned into silence, his anger long forgotten. He just looked at Jungkook like he grew
three heads, or turned into a mythical creature. He tilted his head to the side slightly, as if the angle
would help him grasp the younger's words better. His lips were parted, small, quick breaths
escaping them. His eyes widened a fraction as he finally understood Jungkook's words. He
furrowed his brows, thinking them over, before dropping his head down to his knees again.
"Jungkook, no. I don't want to go through this ever again."

"Jimin, I firmly believe that you can learn to control your urges, that you can learn to control your
powers. We just need to keep working on it. I believe you can do it." Jungkook so desperately
wanted to hug Jimin, hold the small male in his arms and comfort him, take his pain away, but he
stayed where he was, ignoring the way his haunches were burning from the position he was seated
in.

"I'm scared." Jimin whipsered out, his voice wobbling at the end.

"Oh, baby. It's ok to be scared. Hell, I'm also scared. But, my desire to be with you, to help you is
much, much bigger than my fear for the unknown. Worst case scenario, you end up killing me..."
Jimin shot his head up and gave him a withering look, which he chose to ignore. "Or... you don't,
and you learn to control your powers and are able to be with whoever you want without the
looming fear that you'll hurt them. I dunno about you, but those are some conditions I'm willing to
try." Jungkook gave him a goofy, bunny-toothed smile, tilting his head and coaxing Jimin with his
eyes. "We just need to keep working at it, Jimin."

Jimin just stared at the male in front of him. Jungkook held onto the hope that Jimin would be
convinced by his words. He wasn't willing to give up, not yet. Not with this massive shit in his
heart that was threatening to spill out of his mouth like verbal diarrhoea. But he held his mouth
shut, not wanting to impose his feelings on Jimin at the such a fragile moment.

"I..." Jimin was struggling to find the words he wanted to say. Jungkook didn't interrupt, instead
prompting him to continue with a soft smile on his face.

"I don't know, Jungkook. You do understand what this will entail, right?" His words drifted
towards the end, seemingly shy to say what he really want to.

Jungkook, however, wasn't. "Lots and lots of mind-blowing sex like what we just had?" He smiled
wide at Jimin, chuckling at the horrified expression on Jimin's face by his candid words. He could
see a light tint of pink dusting over the elder's cheeks, and he swore he'd never seen something so
beautiful in all his life.

"You're insufferable..." Jimin groaned out, his hands covering his hands, hiding that pretty blush
that Jungkook couldn't get enough of. He reached out to move Jimin's hands away from his face.

"Please, don't hide that beautiful face of yours..." He breathed out, voice full of awe and adoration
for the smaller male. He held Jimin's wrist loosely in his hands. Jimin just looked into his dark
brown eyes, a small smile on his face, blush still on his cheeks. Jungkook felt so content, in that
moment, with Jimin's wrist in his hand. His skin was warm and it made his hand tingle.

Wait.

His grip tightened around Jimin's wrist, staring down at at the pale skin that rested between his
fingers, feeling none of the arousal that usually drowns him whenever they make contact.

"Jimin..." he spoke out, voice distant, eyes still fixed to Jimin's wrist in his hand, unable to drag his
eyes away from it. "Are you seeing this?"

"What are you talking about, Jungkook?"

"Jimin, we're touching, and I don't want to jump you. Well, I mean, of course I do... but not in that
way that usually happens when we touch." He looked up, meeting Jimin's shocked eyes, wide with
confusion, not understanding. He pulled his arm away from Jungkook's hand, instead, maneuvering
his arm in such as way that his hand rested in Jungkook's, fingers intertwining.

Still, there was nothing but adoration and contentment in Jungkook.

"What the fuck?" Jimin muttered under his breath.

The gravity of the situation hit Jungkook before it hit Jimin. He was laughing with complete glee,
soaring at the development that has arised. "Oh. My. God. Jimin, you're doing it. You're
controlling your power. See! I knew you could do it!"

Jungkook's excitement was rolling off his body, slamming into Jimin, that the older male had no
choice but to respond in turn, a large smile settling on his face, his eyes turning into small little
crescents. He couldn't believe he was touching another person without his powers affecting them.

He said nothing, instead, pulled Jungkook forward, embracing his body close to his own, the
gratitude evident in his actions. The younger male returned the gesture, squeezing Jimin in his
arms, savoring the moment. He had been wanting to do this for months, just hold Jimin in his arms,
to keep him safe, protect him. He carded a hand through his hair, resting his hand at the nape of his
neck.

Jimin pulled away, still looking at Jungkook with that dazzling smile on his face.

"Ok, I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"Jungkook, I've never hugged someone like this before... in my entire existence. I want to be able to
hug whoever I want, whenever I want."

Jungkook squeezed him back into his arm, pressing Jimin's head into the side of his neck, feeling
the tickle of his breath against his skin. He was was soaring. Jimin wanted to do this. With him. He
couldn't be more elated.

"Shit, yeah! Ok... ok. Let's do this..." He pulled Jimin away from him again, squishing his soft
cheeks between his hands, cooing at the sight. Jimin giggled, the sound setting Jungkook's heart on
fire with how adorable he was. He couldn't stop himself from pressing a chaste kiss against Jimin's
lips, still giddy with excitement that this was really happened.

He didn't realize what he did, until Jimin abruptly stopped giggling. His eyes closing. Jungkook
quieted at the abrupt change. Had he done something wrong?

"Jimin, sorry, I don-"

"Please, do that again." He whispered between them, his breath fanning out across Jungkook's face.
He opened his eyes, staring at Jungkook with so much emotion, gratitude, happiness...

Jungkook pressed another kiss to his lips, then to both his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead... he took
his time just kissing Jimin's face, holding it between his hands as if he was precious porcelain that
could break at any moment. He rested his forehead against Jimin's, a deep sigh of contentment
leaving his chest. He felt like he was deflating, the stress leaving his body.

He doesn't know how long he sat there, holding Jimin like that, just listening to the breathing of the
older male, breathing in his scent, feeling the thump of his pulse beneath the fingers rested on
Jimin's neck. The quietness felt like it was engulfing him, the fatigue catching up to him.
 He could now feel the ache in his muscles, the pain in his ass. His mouth felt dry and hoarse. He
still felt gross and sticky, but he couldn't move. He didn't want to ruin this precious moment
between the two of them.

It felt like hours that they sat there, just in each others arms, before Jimin spoke up.

"Jungkook, as much as I love holding you, your cum is sticking to my chest, and my balls are
getting cold..." He chuckled at the way Jungkook sprung out of his hold, embarrassed by Jimin's
words. His face flushed red, his hands covering his crotch.

Jimin just laughed louder at his actions, standing to his feet. Jungkook averted his gaze, because if
he didn't, he would come face first with Jimin's whole situation, and he was too embarrassed to
look at his own dick, let alone Jimin's.

The elder pulled him to his feet, taking him easily in his arms, and holding him steady.

"Let's get you cleaned up, fed and back to sleep, shall we?"

Chapter End Notes

OH MY GOD. This is by far the longest chapter of the book so far. That was really
challenging to write. It took me approximately 4 hours. My ass hurts from sitting for
so long.

Please share your thoughts on the story! I would love to hear your feedback <3

There are only 4 more chapters left until the end of the story :( - it should be likely
done by the end of the week!
 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

The way Jungkook's body felt in his arms when he held him was... the most awe-
inspiring thing he had ever experienced. He had never had the chance to hold someone
like that, with nothing but care and adoration in their eyes.

The water beat down against Jimin's naked back, his hand rested against the tiled wall in front of
him. His head was hanging, heavy with all the thoughts that clouded his mind. The last few days
were overwhelming. He thought leaving would make his head clear, but now all he was, was
confused.

His cells were all still alive and buzzing, unable to rest from the power that was still flowing
through his body. That power, Jungkook's energy, made him restless, like he needed to do
something with all of it, use it. He could feel the tips of his fingers tingling, as he gathered some of
it there. They almost seemed to glow blue, like his eyes.

The warm water was lulling Jimin, his hazy mind floating through all the thoughts that were
flitting through his head. When he came home, seeing Jungkook laying on his bed like that, he
looked so mesmerizing. Jimin had never seen something so beautiful. His body was hard and
angular, his tattoos contrasting against his tan skin. Jimin made a mental note to take time to really
inspect the markings and images that decorated his skin.

Everything felt like it happened so fat, but so slow. The way Jungkook felt under him, his hot skin,
the way he moaned Jimin's name. It was frantic and frenzied and he wished that he had savoured
the moment longer, but his urges, desires to take Jungkook, taste his body was too great.

It was incredible.

There wasn't really any other way to describe it. The way they connected, how his own body felt
on fire as he took away Jungkook's innocence.

Wait.

Oh.

He had completely forgotten about the fact that Jungkook was a virgin. Was that the reason there
was such a huge power surge? He had never been with a virgin... other than Taehyung. The
thought of Taehyung instantly brought memories rushing to his head. His sweet Tae. He spent
centuries trying to bury those thoughts in the deepest parts of his mind, tried not to think about that
really dark time in his life.

But seeing Jungkook's lifeless, limp body on the bed, not responding to him, brought those
thoughts up. He shook his head.

Jungkook isn't Taehyung.

Jimin needed to realize that Jungkook wasn't the same. He was older now, learnt more about
himself over the last couple hundred years, learnt more powers. And, Jungkook was right. Maybe,
this is exactly what he needed to get control of himself, of his powers and urges. He needed
someone constant that he could push his boundaries with.

However, there was the risk that he kills Jungkook. The thought brought up a sour taste in his
mouth. He never wants to hurt Jungkook. He was going to get this right. He had no other option.
He wouldn't let his own incapabilities cause the younger male any harm.

The way Jungkook's body felt in his arms when he held him was... the most awe-inspiring thing he
had ever experienced. He had never had the chance to hold someone like that, with nothing but
care and adoration in their eyes. Not even with Taehyung. It was a feeling he wasn't ready to give
up. It was almost as if he was more addicted to that now, than he was to the feeling of feeding on
sexual energy.

The water was starting to turn cold, turning Jimin from his thoughts back to reality. He didn't know
how long he'd been standing there with his thoughts. He didn't want to worry the younger.

He shut the water off, climbed out and toweled himself down. He had the towel wrapped around
his waist as he stood in front of the mirror. He almost didn't recognize the image in front of him.
He looked the same, but inside, he felt so different. He felt lighter, fluffy almost.

That was, until he saw his neck. His neck was covered with dark bruises. Red and purples covered
the expanse of his neck, down to his collarbones and chest. They looked so beautiful, contrasted
against his light skin. Seeing them made dark thoughts spring into his mind as he was reminded of
how they got there. He raised a hand to them, feeling the tender flesh beneath his fingers. It sent
tingles down his body, when he pressed them.

He sighed in contentedness, shaking the darker thoughts out of his mind.

He stepped out of the bathroom, the steam escaping around him into the hallway. He padded to the
kitchen to grab a glass of water, standing in front of the sink, mind wandering to nothing, really. He
was just staring at the wall in front of him.

He was startled from his reverie by a small, timid voice that came from behind him.

"Jimin?" Jungkook was standing at Jimin's bedroom doorway, dressed in black boxers and a large
black sweatshirt that swallowed him up. He looked so adorable, standing there like that. Jimin
couldn't help his eyes from wandering down Jungkook's body. His dark brown hair was messy atop
his head, sticking in different directions. His eyes were half lidded with sleep, but wide and doe-
like, curiosity swirling around in his orbs.

His neck had marks similar to the ones that Jimin was sporting, disappearing into the collar of his
sweatshirt. Jimin couldn't take his eyes off Jungkook's thighs, which were straining against his
boxers, thick and muscular. But it was the giant dragon that was resting against his left thigh that
had Jimin in a trance. It was intricate and detailed, its head resting on his thigh, surrounded by
delicate cherry blossoms. It was really beautiful.

"Jimin, are you ok?" The question brought Jimin's eyes back to Jungkook's. He looked unsure of
himself, fighting the urge to come up to Jimin to hug him, but he held back, teetering on the balls
of his feet, waiting for a response.

"Hmm... yeah. I was just thinking. Why are you still up? You should be sleeping." Jimin placed his
cup in the sink and walked over to Jungkook, standing a meter in front of him. They looked at each
other for a moment, a long moment, before Jimin spoke up again.
"Come on, Kookie, let's get you to bed." He gestured for Jungkook to go to his room. The younger
shifted, like he wanted to say something, but decided against it. Instead, he made his way to his
room, Jimin following behind him.

His room was kind of messy, clothes and shit just haphazardly strew around the floor and on his
desk chair. He pulled back his bed covers, climbing in. Jimin met his eyes, and he shyly looked
away, holding up the covers, silently inviting Jimin to join him. Ah, so that's why he looked so
nervous. Jimin realized that Jungkook wanted to sleep together, cuddle probably.

"Jungkook..." He didn't really know how to tell Jungkook that it probably wasn't a good idea. He
really, really wanted nothing more than to get into his bed and hold him close, but he had enough
boundary testing for the night. He didn't want to risk anything, and Jungkook was way too drained
to do anything but sleep.

Jungkook just looked at him, his eyes fell a little, understanding what Jimin was saying. He placed
the duvet back on the bed in silent understanding. Jimin just sighed, why did he have to be so
adorable? He took the duvet and fitted it around Jungkook's body, wrapping him securly in the
blankets, taking care not to touch his skin. He gave a gentle smile to Jimin, the tiredness taking
over him as he let out a long yawn.

"I want nothing more than to get in this bed with you Jungkook," he whispered. "But, I think we
both need rest tonight. Separately. I dunno how much more of myself I can control because I'm
also quite tired. So, let's say goodnight here, yeah?"

"Hmmm, ok. Goodnight, Jiminie. Sleep well." Jungkook rolled onto his side, getting comfortable,
shifting his pillow around.

"Goodnight, bun."

Jimin made his way back to his room, and only just realized that he was still in a towel. He put on
a pair of boxers and t-shirt and turned to his bed. He saw that Jungkook had placed some new
bedding on. It made Jimin's heart swell, that someone would care about him enough to change his
bedding for him.

He got in his bed, sleep immediately greeting him as he closed his eyes.

--

The next few days passed without the two of them doing anything. Jimin didn't want to do
anything too soon from when he had last fed, worried that he might take more than he had
intended, or that Jungkook wasn't recovered enough.

It was difficult, really. Every time he saw the younger, he couldn't help the thoughts in his mind
recalling how he tasted, how he felt, how sexy he is. He stayed strong though. He did it before, so
he could do it again.

Instead, he spent the days reestablishing his friendship with Jungkook. When they had woken up
the morning following their intense night, it was extremely awkward between the two of them.
Jungkook was a shy mess, Jimin was trying to calm his dick... it was just uncomfortable.

They soon got over it, easily getting back into the swing on their routines. Jimin had a lot of things
he needed to make up at university, having missed a week of lectures and dance classes, so he was
much busier since he returned. Jungkook also seemed to be busy, working on his final coursework
portfolio.
It was nice, to be back to the way things were. He missed Jungkook while he was gone. He never
wanted to leave the younger like that again.

It was Thursday evening, when Jimin rolled back to the dorm after a particularly difficult dance
practice. Hoseok was grinding his ass, working him extra hard because he had just disappeared.
Jimin was exhausted, and the familiar burning in his throat made him realize that he was so busy
trying to catch up with everything that he hadn't fed since him and Jungkook had sex.

He didn't want to think about it, but he needed to feed. He wanted to be in control of himself when
he did, and waiting until he was starving was not a good idea. He usually lost control when he was
more hungry. Perhaps, they should just do something small every day? That way he would get
some sexual energy, enough to curb his hunger, as well as getting used to the way Jungkook tasted.

These were the thoughts he had when he walked through the threshold of their dorm, seeing
Jungkook seated in the living room, fiddling with one of his cameras.

"Hey, Jimin! How was dance practice?" He asked as soon as he saw the elder walking in. He
placed his camera down on the coffee table and turned to face Jimin. His cheeks reddened a little
when he realized that Jimin was still in his dance clothes, sweaty and flushed from his work-out.

"Hoseok is ripping my ass to shreds." He pouted. "BUT! I got japchae on the way home. Hope you
haven't eaten yet?" Jimin wiggled the plastic bag in his hand in Jungkook's eyesight.

He let out a contented groan, sending a wave of electricity to Jimin's crotch, which he tried to
ignore. "Ugh, Jimin, why are you so amazing? I am starving."

Jimin chuckled at Jungkook's response, toeing off his shoes and making his way over to the couch
to join him. The younger shifted some of his gadgets out of the way in order to make enough space
on the table for their food.

"What were you up to, by the way?" Jimin asked, gesturing to Jungkook's cameras, as he took
containers out of the bag, handing a pair of chopsticks to the younger.

"Just looking at some shots that I took earlier. Was checking if they're up to standard for my
portfolio, is all."

Jimin just hummed in response, grabbing a container and digging in. They ate in silence, both too
hungry to make further conversation. Sounds of chewing and small moans of happiness filled the
air.

When they both finished, they just sat, filled and happy, together on the couch. Jungkook was
rubbing his belly, his shirt lifting up a little. Jimin saw the trail of hair that disappeared into his
sweats. It made his mouth dry. He tried ignoring that as well.

He looked up at Jungkook's face, seeing that there was a sesame seed sticking to his bottom lip.
Before he could even think about his actions, he raised his hand to brush his thumb over
Jungkook's bottom lip, removing the sesame seed. He could feel the tingles running up his arm, his
eyes darkening, as he pressed his thumb a little firmer into the soft flesh.

Jungkook's hand shot up from his lap, gripping Jimin's wrist.

"Sorry, you had a sesa-" Jimin's words were stolen from his mouth by Jungkook's lips on his own.
He was immediately doused in lust, as Jungkook firmly moved his lips against Jimin's.

He wasted no time prying Jungkook's mouth open with his tongue, exploring his hot mouth.
Jungkook pulled Jimin's arm to his chest, gripping the back of his neck to press their faces together.
His tongue was wet against Jimin's, melding together. It felt so good, tasted so good. Jimin could
not hold himself back, and pulled some of Jungkook's energy from his body.

He was on that cloud again, the one where his body felt drugged, euphoric. The action caused a
broken moan to escape Jungkook's mouth, the sound so erotic and pleasing for Jimin.

They shifted on the couch, Jimin straddling Jungkook's thick thighs, immediately grinding against
his half-hard dick. He kissed down younger's neck, sucking new spots over the ones that were now
fading.

"Uhh... Jimin... fuck." Jungkook groaned, as Jimin pressed his ass down on Jungkook's thighs.
There was no thoughts in his mind about going slow. He just wanted Jungkook. That desperation
was equal within the younger male, who's hands were frantically running over Jimin's skin, under
his shirt, over his ass.

He pulled Jimin's shirt off with haste, tugging his own off as well, before diving back to Jimin's
mouth. He was more forceful, gripping Jimin's body to his own, occasionally thrusting his hips.
Jimin's mind was hazy, enjoying Jungkook's hot mouth against his skin.

"Fuck." He clambered off Jungkook's waist, knees sinking to the carpet in front of the couch. He
ran his hands up Jungkook's thighs, squeezing the strong muscles on his way. He palmed over the
tent in his pants, lightly pressing his hand down. The action caused a whine to leave Jungkook's
mouth.

"Don't tease, Jimin..." he breathed out. He dark eyes met with Jimin's blue ones, biting his bottom
lip and pleading for Jimin to just... do more.

Jimin needed no invitation. His hands snaked further up, behind Jungkook's ass, prompting him to
raise his hips. Jimin took the opportunity to grab the waistband of his sweats and his underwear,
pulling the both of them down to his knees. Jungkook's cock sprang free, hard and leaking, resting
against his muscular abdomen.

The sight made Jimin lick his lips. He trailed feather-light kisses up the inside of Jungkook's
thighs, his hand tracing the outlines of the tattoo that rested there. He nosed at the younger's balls,
sucking them into his mouth, while his hand wrapped around the base of Jungkook's large dick.

Jungkook's hips bucked at the action, his breathing heavy, eyes staring down at the male between
his legs. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen.

"You're so pretty, Jungkook, looking so fucked up for me like that..." Jimin whispered, his hot
breath blowing over Jungkook's dick, making it twitch in his hands. Before the younger male had a
chance to replay, Jimin wrapped his mouth around his tip, alternating between kitten licks and
gentle suckling.

Jungkook's hands made their way to Jimin's hair, gripping so tightly. The feeling made Jimin
groan. He loved it when Jungkook pulled at him like that, with so much desperation, so much
need. He wasted no time taking all of Jungkook into his mouth, all the way to the hilt, his nose
being tickled by the smattering of hair there.

"Nngh, Jimin..." Jungkook whimpered, his hips gently thrusting into Jimin's mouth as Jimin
bobbed his head. He ran his tongue over the velvety skin, the tip hitting the back of his throat
which he swallowed around. Jungkook's moans were getting louder, and his thrusts more forceful.
Jimin could feel that he was close. He wanted to taste Jungkook on his tongue again. Before he
could really go at, Jungkook was pulling his head away from his dick. Jimin was confused, just
looked up at Jungkook with dark eyes.

"I don't wanna cum yet..." He said. Instead he pulled Jimin to stand in front of him, kissing down
his tummy, licking between the dips and lines of his muscles. He pulled Jimin's shorts and boxers
off, without breaking away from the kisses. Jimin's dick brushed against Jungkook's neck as he
was freed from the confined of his shorts. Jungkook simply took him in his fist, giving him slow,
languid strokes, while continuing his ministrations.

The elder stood there, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook's hand wrapped around him. He usually
didn't like getting pleasured because he couldn't take sexual energy that way, but the way
Jungkook was taking him to new heights felt so, so good.

With the hand that was resting against his back, Jungkook pulled Jimin back to the couch to
straddle him again. His hand never stopped stroking Jimin, twisting and pulling just right. A hand
ran up Jimin's back, nails lightly grazing his skin that made him shiver from the feeling of it, as he
was lead back to Jungkook's lips.

They kissed and kissed, each second passing getting more and more hot, Jimin becoming a whining
mess from the feeling of Jungkook's hand and mouth and everything.

Jungkook pulled back, pupils blow, lips glistening in the light. He stared at Jimin for a short
moment, before leaning in, his lips brushing up along the shell of the elder's ear, before he
whispered out.

"Jimin, let me make you feel good."

 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

The elder simply giggled into the kiss, intertwining his fingers behind the younger's
back, holding him tight.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

"Jimin, let me make you feel good." Jungkook rasped out, one hand wrapped around Jimin's hard
cock and the other ghosting over the curve of his ass.

Jungkook was in love with the way Jimin made his body feel. He remembered the sensations that
were drawn out from his body when they had slept together. It was so amazing, and he wanted to
give all those feelings, those experiences back to the elder male. He wanted to be the one to draw
the pleasure from his body, make Jimin his.

Jimin only nodded in response, a whimper leaving his mouth at the feeling of Jungkook's hand
wrapped around him. The younger male picked up his pace again, stroking Jimin, running his
thumb over the tip, spreading the collecting precum around to make the glide easier.

"Lube..." He whispered out, frustrated that he had to break the moment to go and get some lube.
He shifted his weight, ready to move Jimin off him, when the elder stopped his motions, gripping
the hand that was caressing his ass and bringing Jungkook's fingers to his mouth.

"My saliva is like lube... just... yeah." He breathed out, holding Jungkook's hands out to his mouth.
He opened his plump lips, his tongue darting out to coax Jungkook's fingers into his mouth.

The younger male's eyes darkened at the sight of Jimin's tongue stroking up and down his fingers,
wetting them with his saliva, sucking them to the back of his throat and moaning around them. He
looked so sexy like that, hair messy, cheeks flushed, thrusting his hips into Jungkook's hand that
was still wrapped tightly around him.

Patience was never a quality one would use to describe Jungkook. He removed his fingers from
Jimin's mouth, tracing back to his behind. His other hand left his red, angry cock to trace to his ass
as well, holding the plush flesh in his palm, gripping it tight.

He traced down Jimin's cleft, searching for his little hole. When his wet finger brushed over it,
Jimin groaned into his neck, clutching his hair in his grip. Jungkook loved that reaction, deciding
to tease his rim. He ran his finger over and over the soft flesh, feeling Jimin clenching in
anticipation for what's to come, shifting and wriggling on top of Jungkook's lap. He let out an
embarrassingly loud whine, grinding his hard dick against Jungkook's equally hard one.

"Relax, baby..." Jungkook whispered, suckling on Jimin's earlobe. He pressed his finger against
Jimin's hole, gently, so as not to hurt the elder male. It was all for naught, as Jimin harshly sat back
on his finger, which slipped into him all the way to the knuckle.

Jimin let out a contented sigh, lifting his hips and sinking back down on Jungkook's finger. The
younger male watched Jimin fuck himself on his finger, wondering how anyone could look so
sensual and beautiful like he was. The was entranced by the sight, his beautiful creature finding his
pleasure just form the feeling of Jungkook's finger inside him.

He met Jimin's movements, moving his finger in time with Jimin's gyrations. He pressed a second
finger in, slowly, to rest next to the one already deep inside Jimin. The smaller male stilled for a
moment, savoring and getting used to the intrusion before angling his hips forward and moving
again.

Jungkook took his time, enjoying the feeling of Jimin's tight ass around his fingers, the way he
squeezed when Jungkook pulled out, the harsh breaths he released when he pushed in. He scissored
him open, reveling in the moans that was coming from the male on top of him.

"Jungkook! AH!" A strangled noise left Jimin's throat when Jungkook brushed his fingers over
Jimin's prostate. His back arched, desperate noises leaving his lips, cock angry and leaking precum
all over Jungkook's.

Seeing the way Jimin was reacting to every little touch to his prostate made Jungkook feral, he
couldn't wait any more. He pulled Jimin in for a passionate kiss, stealing both their breaths,
removing his fingers and lifting him up a little. He wanted to move them to one of the bedrooms, so
that they would be more comfortable. He slid both his hands under Jimin's ass, and stood up with
him in his arms, lips still attached.

He walked as far as the hallway, before Jimin groaned out.

"I-I can't wait, Kookie..." His eyes were hazy, a faint blue tinge to them. Jungkook growled at the
sight, slamming Jimin's back against the wall. He held him there, devouring his mouth.

He couldn't stop himself anymore. Fuck the bed. He needed Jimin. He lined himself up with
Jimin's gaping hole, and pressed Jimin down onto him while thrusting up.

"Fuck, fuck... Jimin. Oh my god... you feel so good." He threw his head back, his dick being
choked by Jimin's tight walls. He immediately started thrusting into him, unable to control himself.
The elder's back was sliding up and down the wall, his hands gripping Jungkook's shoulders,
repeating his name like it was a prayer.

He pounded into Jimin's sweet ass, his dick dragging along the smooth walls, his tip catching on
his rim. The were both moaning into each others mouths, chasing their highs.

His legs were starting to get sore, burning from the vigorous movements. He slowed down, kissing
Jimin and walking them to the elder's bedroom, Jimin still impaled on him.

When they got the bed, he laid them down, never breaking their connection. He stared down the to
the smaller male, the beautiful male that laid beneath him. He changed his angle, opting for slow,
deep thrusts, groaning at the change in angle. He could feel his orgasm so close. All the foreplay
and kissing brought him to the edge faster than he wanted it. He wanted to spend the rest of his life,
pounding into Jimin's sweet, tight ass. It just felt that good.

"Jimin, I-I'm close..." He breathed out, resting his head against the elder's neck, breathing in his
scent. His one hand was holding up Jimin's thigh, spreading his leg to get leverage. His other hand
was pressing Jimin's into the bed, their finger intertwined.

"Nngh, Jungkook..."

Jungkook lifted his head, guiding his lips to Jimin's. The kiss was deep and passionate, hungry. He
never broke the kiss, not when he picked up the pace, not when Jimin moaned loudly into his
mouth. He was so lost in all the sensations.

The feeling of Jimin pulling his sexual energy was the end of the rope for Jungkook. His climax
came crashing down on him, spreading through his body as he released inside Jimin, hips
struttering as he rode out his high. He stroked Jimin off in quick motions, until the smaller male
shouted out, releasing into Jungkook's hand, and over his stomach.

Jimin was still taking his life-force, prolonging the euphoric feeling in his body. He could feel
himself getting lightheaded. He didn't want to pull away, but he had to. He moved his head,
looking into Jimin's eyes. Neither of them said anything, trying to catch their breaths instead.

His hand was still wrapped around Jimin, and he was still buried deep inside him. Both their cocks
were softening. He looked at his hand, covered in Jimin's cum, and brought his fingers to his lips,
curious about Jimin's taste. He licked at his fingers, eyes not breaking from the male beneath him,
as he sucked them clean. It was such an odd taste - salty but with a slightly sweet taste. It was
addictive.

"So good..." he whispered out, still staring down at Jimin.

He shifted, pulling his softening dick out of Jimin, who clenched around air. He was entranced by
the sight of his cum dribbling out of Jimin's puffy hole. He reached a finger down to rub at the
mess, Jimin whining from the oversensitivity. He wanted to taste that too, the mix of himself and
Jimin, but before he could move his hand to his mouth, Jimin grabbed it and wrapped his tongue
around the younger's fingers.

Fuck, that's so hot.

How did Jungkook end up with someone as sexy as Jimin, he will never know.

He rolled next to Jimin, laying on his back, staring at the gorgeous man laying next to him. He
traced his fingers over his hip and up his torso, enjoying the warmth of his skin next to him. The
fatigue in his body was catching up to him, his eyes getting heavy.

"Jungkook?" Jimin's voice was quiet, small. He simply hummed in response, hands not ceasing
their movements, trailing along the soft skin.

"Are you ok?" Jimin rested a hand against his cheek, prompting Jungkook to look into his eyes.
They were no long blue, back to their dark brown color, and his face was scrunched up into a look
of concern.

Jungkook simply let out a loud laugh, the ridiculousness of Jimin's question just seeming so
hilarious to him.

"Jimin. I'm more than ok. That... was amazing. You're amazing. Fuck. You're so precious. I don't
think I can get enough of this." He pulled Jimin's chest flush against his own, softly kissing him
with care and adoration.

The elder simply giggled into the kiss, intertwining his fingers behind the younger's back, holding
him tight. He sighed against Jungkook's mouth, content with the moment.

"Do you wanna shower?"

"Mmm, sleepy..." Jungkook was struggling to keep his eyes open, the tiredness taking over every
cell in his body, forcing his mind to shut down, to stay in the warm euphoria that he was floating
 in. His eyes closed shut, mind going hazy with sleep.

He felt Jimin shifting, getting up from the bed, but he was too tired to struggle, to tell him to come
back.

The feeling of a warm wash cloth running over his skin, the coolness of the bed sheets was the last
thing he remembered before his mind turned him over to the darkness, sleep overcoming him.

Chapter End Notes

I love a good switch couple.

 Park Jimin
Chapter Summary

Jimin stared into Jungkook's chocolate brown eyes, lost in the depths of the beauty of
the male in his arms, bursting at the seams from how much he just felt.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

It didn't even take long for Jimin and Jungkook to reach a point where they were able to
comfortably touch, kiss and cuddle without Jimin's powers getting in the way.

Two and a half weeks had passed, and Jimin was laying in bed, next to Jungkook, who was still
sleeping, arms wrapped around the elder's waist. It was nice, being like this, being held. Jimin felt
eternally grateful for the younger male and everything he had done.

He didn't have to help Jimin, risk his life every time they were intimate, but he did it because he
wanted Jimin to have the option to make his own choices, to be free and open with people. To hug
and kiss and hold whoever he wanted.

He didn't want to admit it out loud, but there wasn't anyone he wanted to do those things with
except Jungkook. He hadn't told Jungkook that, scared that it might ruin the way things were. If
Jimin looked at things objectively, one would say they were pretty much a couple, without the
title. They lived together, ate together, slept together (literally and metaphorically), kissed and
talked and held hands and weren't seeing other people.

The thought made him a little giddy, the way he felt about Jungkook.

Apart from that, the past two weeks were the most powerful that Jimin had ever been in his life.
His powers were much more sustainable, draining him less than usual. He was stronger, his senses
sharper and he felt more in control of himself than ever before.

This was all thanks to Jungkook, of course. The younger male was insistent that Jimin take some of
his sexual energy every day - not always sex, but they would do other things. It was a wild ride,
discovering all these things that he was capable of with Jungkook by his side. He was even capable
now to gauge exactly how much life-force he was pulling from the younger male.

Initially, Jungkook would typically be quite drained after, falling asleep or passing out as they
finished up, but as Jimin got better, he saw that Jungkook also wasn't so knackered afterwards. The
relief he felt, knowing that he was better at controlling his urges, was so welcoming. He wasn't
scared of killing Jungkook every time they touched.

Jimin even discovered new powers. He was able to alter memories before, but now, he was able to
manipulate dreams as well.

Jungkook, stirring next to him, brought him back from the depths of his thoughts. He stared at the
younger, who's brow was furrowed and a frown on his face. A nightmare? Jimin wondered. He
stroked Jungkook's hair lightly, trying to sooth his subconscious mind. It didn't help though,
because he started whimpering in his sleep. This was a perfect opportunity for Jimin to practice his
new found power.

He gathered some power in the tip of his finger, pressing it gently to the side of the sleeping males
temple.

Instantly, he was transported into a dark place, his eyes straining against the lack of light. He could
just about make out Jungkook's silhouette, in the distance, crumpled on the floor, whimpering in
agony. Jimin wasn't sure what was happening in the dream, but he could sense that the atmosphere
was dark and foreboding.

With a flick of his wrist, the scene changed, him and Jungkook were seated in the back of a car,
whispering sweet nothings to each other, kissing and caressing each other. He couldn't make our
what was being said, but he knew he felt aroused. He thought this was a much better dream for
Jungkook, and left to bring himself back to reality.

It was always weird doing that, like an out of body experience or astral projection or something, but
he stared at the younger male, his face relaxing and mouth opening slightly. His breathing was still
labored and heavy.

However, Jimin was not expecting him to moan out his name in his sleep. He was wriggling
around in the bed, clutching and releasing Jimin's waist, slowly rutting his hips against the elder's
thigh.

Jimin lifted the blanket enough to see that he was hard, cock leaking against his leg. Jimin's eyes
darkened at the sight of the naked body that laid next to him, hard and wanting. He figured this
was as a result of the dream manipulation.

The younger male looked so fucking beautiful like that, soft, panting breaths escaping his parted
lips, body desperate for pleasure. Jimin couldn't help staring. Jungkook was gorgeous. His messy
brown hair framing his face, his cute little nose, the pink of his lips.

He was completely infatuated with the male in his bed, wanting nothing more than to spend the
rest of his time, loving Jungkook's body and making him feel good.

He couldn't stop his hands, trailing along the younger's body, tracing the outlines of his tattoos that
decorated the soft, beautiful skin. He could see goosebumps erupting from the action, a small smile
played on his lips at the reaction.

Lightly, he brushed a finger across one of the little buds resting on Jungkook's chest, his nipple
peaking at the action. Jimin rolled it between his fingers, enjoying the sounds that the sleeping
male was releasing. He couldn't stop his mouth from moving to Jungkook's chest, flicking the
nipple with his tongue.

Jungkook stirred next to him, his hands gripping tight at Jimin's waist, his hard erection brushing
against Jimin's equally hard one.

"Jimin, what are you... ahh..." Jungkook had awoke due to the assault on his chest, the sensations
rousing him from his sleep. His voice was deep and gravely, his words cut off by Jimin's plush lips
against his chest.

His hands gripped Jimin's hair, pulling the male away from his chest so that he could kiss those
very same lips, mind still muddled from the sleep.

"Am I still dreaming?" He rasped out, hips gently pressing against Jimin's.
"No, this is very much reality, baby."

Jungkook said no more, languidly enjoying the taste of Jimin's mouth on his, lazily licking his
tongue, sucking it into his own mouth. There was no rush between the two males. They just kissed
and appreciated each other. The warmth of skin on skin, the conveying of emotions through the
sliding of their lips against each other.

Jimin stared into Jungkook's chocolate brown eyes, lost in the depths of the beauty of the male in
his arms, bursting at the seams from how much he just felt.

He was falling for Jungkook.

Slowly at first, and then all at once.

Looking into those eyes, that held so much adoration and care for him, it made him so emotional.
He didn't know how he deserved someone so selfless, so kind and compassionate... But he never
wanted to let Jungkook go. He wanted all of this man.

He didn't know how to put all these thoughts into words, the feelings sitting on the tip of his
tongue, threatening to burst out. He held them in, instead settling on showing the younger male
what he felt the best way he knew how.

He reattached his mouth to Jungkook's, hand trailing along his hip bone, where he squeezed the
flesh. He focused all the feelings he had in his heart for Jungkook into this very moment, hoping
his actions would say what he was too afraid his words couldn't.

Pressing his crotch into the younger's, he trailed kissed down Jungkook's body, gentle yet wanting.
He wanted Jungkook to feel how much Jimin wanted him, wanted his heart and soul and body and
everything he had to offer. He wanted Jungkook to know how beautiful and special he was, to feel
worshiped.

"You are the most beautiful person in this entire world, Jungkook..." He breathed into the skin of
Jungkooks hip, nipping the flesh lightly.

Jungkook's hands were carding through his hair, tenderly pulling a few strands between his fingers.
"N-no, you are..." He responded. Jimin just scoffed at the male, continued along his way to kiss
every single inch of the beautiful tan skin stretched over hard, strong muscles that covered his
body.

Jimin pushed Jungkook onto his back, pressing tender-hearted kisses to his crotch, running his
tongue along the flesh and blowing it to cool his burning skin down. Jungkook was whining on top
of him, hands firmer in the elder's hair, his need growing and growing before it threatened to
suffocate him.

The elder wanted to appreciate every moment of Jungkook's body, to love and cherish it like he
deserved. Their sex was usually hot, frantic, hungry. But now, he just wanted to praise him, take
his time showing Jungkook how much he meant to him.

He stroked Jungkook's erection slowly, his hand twisting and pulling without haste. He wanted to
drag out the pleasure in the younger male. His moved his hand up and down, smiling at the moans
coming from Jungkook's pretty mouth.

"You like how I feel, wrapped around you like this, huh?" He whispered into Jungkook's ear,
licking his lobe and suckling on the shell. Jimin would never get tired of the reactions that
Jungkook made.
The soft pink aura that clung to his body fascinated Jimin. None of the people he'd ever been with
had a sexual aura like that. They were usually dark, black or burgundy, sometimes a deep purple,
but never such a pretty, gorgeous color.

It just made him think of Jungkook as even more special. Everything about the younger male was
unique.

Jungkook's soft whining brought his focus back, staring at the younger male strew out on the bed,
panting his name like it was the only word he knew. It rolled so effortlessly off his tongue.

Jimin licked at the bead of precum collecting on his tip, digging is tongue into the slit, earning him
a pretty moan that pushed out of his throat. It only made Jimin want to do more, the way he could
bring Jungkook so much pleasure. He loved the heavy feeling of the younger on his tongue, his
taste... He just loved everything about Jungkook.

He took his time with Jungkook, coating him with spit, running his hand up and down. He didn't
want to rush it. He focused on the tip, kitten licks and small suckles. Jungkook was getting restless
above him. He slowly sucked the males length into his mouth, bobbing his head slowly in time
with his fist.

Jungkook's eyes were trained on him, dark and beautiful. "Nngh, Jimin, that feels s-so good..." He
was still carding his fingers through Jimin hair, not gripping tightly, but holding the small male in
place between his legs.

The feelings of want and lust and love and happiness all just rolled into one big pile of feelings
inside Jimin's chest. He pulled off Jungkook with a small 'pop', never ceasing the movement of his
hand against Jungkook. He brought his other hand to his mouth, sucking on his fingers, coating
them with saliva. He wanted to work himself open while he pleasured the younger male.

When he felt that his fingers were sufficiently wet, he repositioned himself over Jungkook's
erection, wasting no time to take him back in his mouth and hollow out his cheeks. He pressed a
wet finger to his hole, gently pushing in as far as his hand would allow at the angle he was seated
at.

The younger male watched the scene before him, Jimin sucking his cock while gentle fucking
himself on his fingers. It was a beautiful sight.

After continuing on this way, three fingers deep and a writhing Jungkook beneath him, Jimin had
worked the two of them up so close to their own releases that he couldn't wait any longer. He just
needed to be connected to Jungkook, to feel him, to be in his arms.

He disconnected from the younger's cock, tip red and engorged, begging for release. His own cock
sat neglected between his legs, wet with precum. In the entire time he was sucking Jungkook off,
he hadn't taken any of his sexual energy, instead, wanted to just enjoy the moment with a clear
head.

He scooted up Jungkook's thighs, bringing his swollen lips to the younger's and kissed him
passionately. Jungkook was drugged, his actions lethargic and slow, but he pulled Jimin closer,
holding his body flush against his own, their erections pressing into each other.

Jimin could feel that coiled sensation in his belly, the need for Jungkook insurmountable. He sat
up, straddling the younger, who looked at him with dilated pupils, eyes glistening. Guiding
Jungkook to his hole, he didn't let a second pass before firmly sitting down on him, taking his
large, throbbing cock all the way to the hilt, a mix between a sigh and a whine leaving his lips at
 the feeling of being filled up like that.

The younger below him groaned out his name, hands gripping Jimin's thighs, trying to control
himself from pounding the shit out of him, wanting Jimin to be in control of their pleasure.

Jimin lifted his hips, and sat back down, the feeling of Jungkook's dick dragging along his walls
was so good, he almost lost it himself. "Jesus, Jungkook... you feel so fucking good."

The younger male watched with hungry eyes as Jimin rocked himself back and forth on Jungkook's
cock, the sight of the beautiful man impaled on him, so pretty and vulnerable, sensually riding him
out, was incredible. He couldn't help but gently thrust up into Jimin every time his hips came
down.

Jimin felt so soft, felt like this was more than just sex. He felt like he was connected to Jungkook in
more than just a physical way.

Jungkook couldn't take it any longer. He sat up, wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist, kissing
him gently, the thrusting of his hips increasing in speed. They were wrapped up in each others arms
like that, kissing and touching and moaning each others names. It wasn't wild or delirious.

It was just... beautiful.

When he felt Jungkook's hips beneath him stutter, his name rolling off the younger's lips, and the
warm feeling of being filled up inside, he couldn't stop himself from taking some of the younger's
energy as his own, his own release washing over his body.

He couldn't stop all the feelings that were swimming in his body.

And he certainly couldn't stop the words that left his mouth, as he stared deep into Jungkook's
eyes.

"I'm so in love with you."

Chapter End Notes

Oh my, the next chapter is the last!

 Jeon Jungkook
Chapter Summary

It was like all their emotions, desires, feelings... it was all magnified, a hundred fold...
It was too much.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Jungkook was high, like really, really high. The feeling of his body releasing inside Jimin, the way
the elder felt seated in his lap like he was made Jungkook hazy. He would never get used to the
feeling of Jimin taking his sexual energy, the way it made his body hot with lust and desire. It was
different though, what just happened between the two of them.

He didn't think it was possible to feel so... soft, but that's what it felt like. He felt like Jimin was
acting differently from the way he was when they'd have sex previously. It was as if he wanted to
tell Jungkook something through his actions.

He stared deep into Jimin's eyes, breathing heavily, as he came down from his own high, his hand
running up and down the elder's bare back.

"I'm so in love with you."

The words left Jimin's mouth and Jungkook stilled. His eyes widened in shock, his brain unable to
process what Jimin just said. He was gaping at the older male, mouth opening and closing in
disbelief as he tried to gather words, anything, on his tongue.

The warmth that spread through his body, blooming like a garden, threatened to suffocate him
from the sheer happiness he felt. It was like he could feel himself combust, the knowledge that
Jimin felt the same way...

Jimin loves him.

However, before he could respond, the smaller male was clambering off him, an embarrassed look
on his face. "Jimin? Where are yo-" The elder male had rushed out of the room, slamming the door
to their bathroom and locking himself up in there.

What the fuck just happened? First, he was confessing his feelings to Jungkook, then he was
running away from him?

The realization dawned on Jungkook, who smacked his head, and clumsily climbed off the bed.
Jimin probably thought the feelings weren't mutual because Jungkook hadn't said anything.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." he mumbled to himself, trying to find his underwear, realizing they were
still in the lounge. How could Jimin think that he didn't feel the exact same way? He almost
thought that he was too obvious in his affections for the older male.

He heard sniffling coming from the other side of the bathroom door, his heart breaking at the
thought that he could make Jimin feel anything other than loved and cherished, other than what he
deserved most in the whole world.
"Jimin, open the door please..." He knocked on the door, desperate to have him back in his arms.
"Jimin, please come out..."

The door slowly opened, Jungkook taking a step back to look at the male on the other side. His
eyes were red, tear streaked on his cheeks, nose splotchy. Was it strange that in that moment, he
thought that Jimin still looked so gorgeous?

"Jimin, I-"

"Jungkook, it's ok, forget that I said anything." He cut the younger off, pushing past him to return
to his room. He didn't get very far though, as Jungkook grabbed his wrist and pulled him to turn
around and face him. He was getting irritated, annoyed that Jimin wasn't letting him speak.

"Would you just let me sp-"

"Jungkook, you don't have to say any-" Jungkook shut him up with a forceful kiss, pressing Jimin
against the very wall they were making love against not even a few hours ago. The older male
fought against him, trying to push Jungkook off him, but the younger male didn't let him. He
gripped Jimin's hair, pushing him against the wall, pulling his mouth against his. When he felt
Jimin cease his struggling, he pulled off."

"Shut the fuck up and listen to me, please." He huffed out. "Jimin, I love you. I'm in love with you.
I have been for a while. And I'm sorry I didn't open my mouth earlier, I was just in shock because I
never thought you'd ever feel that way about me. I mean, there's me, and then there you and you're
just, I can't even describe... But I love you, and I want to be wi-"

His words were cut off by Jimin, who was kissing him this time, stealing his breath and pulling his
body close. It felt different, the kiss. Now that the two of them both knew how the other felt,
everything seemed more... intense.

It was like all their emotions, desires, feelings... it was all magnified, a hundred fold... It was too
much.

Jimin was getting lost in the kiss, pressing his mouth against Jungkook's like he wanted to fuse
them together. Jungkook matched his eagerness, holding the males hips against the wall, his
tongue stroking Jimin's.

It was like something was building, building inside Jimin. But it wasn't lust or sexual energy or
anything like that. It was something different, something more...

The hairs on the back of his neck were raised in anticipation, the two males pushing and pulling
into the kiss.

Jimin finally pulled back, and with it, pulled out Jungkook's life-force. His eyes were blue, his bosy
rigid with pleasure.

"I love you..." He whispered out. Jungkook dived back in, before he had a chance to finish, kissing
him so forcefully. He whispered the words back to Jimin, between their lips.

He felt a sudden intrusion in his mouth, like Jimin was blowing smoke into him, shotgunning him.
He felt cold air move down his throat, settle in his lungs. Hius eyes shot open, and before him,
Jimin was glowing blue, his whole body emitting a soft, blue hue. Jungkook had never seen that
happen before in all the times they had had sex.

Suddenly, his body felt like it was on fire. It was almost painful, like torture, as he felt all his cells
 jump to life. His heart was pounding in his body, his stomach churning, his lungs felt constricted.
He felt so heavy, his legs unable to hold him up any more, as he sank to the ground.

"Jungkook?" Jimin's eye shot open, looking at the male by his feet. It sounded so distant, Jimin's
voice, as Jungkook close his eye shut tight, the feeling of his body going into overdrive scaring
him. What was happening to him. His brain felt like it would explode any moment inside his skull.
There was ringing in his ears. His skin felt like it was crawling, he wanted to scratch at it but he
couldn't move. He couldn't will his body to listen to him.

Jimin was crouched beside him, shaking him, calling his name.

And as quickly as those feelings came, they left.

Like every single cell in his body had just shut down. Everything stilled. Time stopped. It was just
quiet, in his head. There was only one thing that the could think, feel...

Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.

Like a chat, that's all he could hear in his mind, it was the only feeling he had in his body, the only
thing he wanted for the rest of his life.

He sat up, eyes still closed, guided by the small hands that were wrapped around his arm and
shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes, facing the male before him, who let out a loud, shocked gasp,
hands covering his mouth as he stared back at Jungkook, who only smile back at him.

"I love you, Jimin."

Completely unaware of the dark blue color of his own eyes.

Chapter End Notes

AKSDLJASKD

The way I loved writing this story!

 Epilogue
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

1 Year Later

After the night that Jungkook and Jimin confessed to each other, they had discovered that Jimin
had accidentally transferred some of his own life-force to Jungkook. As a result, the younger male
had gained some of Jimin's powers. Jimin practiced the skill more, giving Jungkook small amounts
here and there, so as not to overwhelm his human body. He wasn't an incubus, but he was stronger,
and his body more energetic... Jimin had postulated that he probably also extended his life, but
didn't mention that to Jungkook.

The two of them both graduated, Jungkook with his degree and Jimin with his honors, and moved
out of their dorm room to get a place together in the city. The thought of getting seperated places
just didn't make sense, considering that the two were now in a relationship together. They also got
a cute calico cat together, which they named Nika.

Jimin had started working at Hoseok's private studio, that he ran aside from the lectures he taught
at the university. He was happy, teaching people dancing, enjoying his new friendship with the
'older' male. The duo made a great team, having expanded Hoseok's business since they became so
popular in the area.

Jungkook, on the other had, was lucky to land an assistant position at a large modelling firm,
assisting a hard-headed but passionate photographer, who taught him a lot and helped him improve
his skill. He loved his job, loved the environment that he worked in, and couldn't be happier that he
manage to land such a coveted position. His starting salary was more than he had anticipated, able
to help his parents from their debt.

The two males were seated in their car, on their way back from Yoongi and Jin's wedding, enjoying
the comfortable silence between them, before Jungkook spoke up.

"Hey, Jimin, would you ever want to get married?" Jungkook had been meaning to ask the question
ever since their two friends got engaged, not knowing how to bring the topic up with the elder
male. He felt kind of nervous asking, not really sure what Jimin's opinion on the matter was. He
was elated for their friends, cried at the wedding even, so Jungkook was curious about his thoughts
on the matter.

Jimin turned to look at him, a thoughtful look on his face. "I've never really thought about it
before, you know. It wasn't really a card that was on the table fpr me, before you, I suppose. Why
do you ask?" He gave Jungkook a small smile, before turning back to focus on the road.

"I dunno. Seeing Jin and Yoongi today made me crave that, with you, you know?" He shyly
responded, cheeks turning light pink. He looked out the window, his hand resting on Jimin's which
was on the center console.

Jimin looked at his boyfriend, and down to his hand, smiling at the JM tattoo that was on his ring
finger. It made sense now, why the younger male got the tattoo.

"You're so fucking adorable, Kookie." He giggled out, intertwining his fingers with the younger
male's. "If it was with you, I'd wanna do it, yeah."
 "Really? You'd wanna marry me?" Jungkook turned to face him, blinded by the beautiful smile on
Jimin's face. He, too, was smiling brightly at the male next to him, happiness flowing out of his
heart for the man he got to call his own.

"Of course, I love you so much, I'd be crazy not to want to." He chuckled in response to Jungkook's
adorable bunny smile and eager face.

Jungkook leaned over, pressing a loving kiss to Jimin's cheek, settling himself back in his seat,
content with the life he got to live with the man by his side, unable to comprehend how lucky he
was that Jimin was as crazy about him as he was.

"Fuck, I love you so much, Jimin."

FIN

Chapter End Notes

I REALLY DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO END THIS STORY AKSDLAS

I feel like the ending was a bit lackluster, but I will probably go back and edit the story
sometime in the future to make it a bit longer.

I really enjoyed writing this story. It started out as a cute little idea, but when I started
writing it, I couldn't stop!

MY FIRST COMPLETED WORK AHHH

Anyway, if you enjoyed it, please share your thoughts and feedback. I would love to
improve my writing.

Love you all <3

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