[S] Maifa Auction Pt. 2

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"Jungkook, I really like this," he held my phone out towards me as we cuddled in bed, "Where'd you get it?"

"Uh, my cousin gave it to me on my birthday I believe. That or my brother did. They were tired of hunting me down on the streets so one of them got me a phone."

"Why did they have to look for you?" He questioned.

"Well...I never really wanted to lead my mafia group, so I tried to run off. My dad would've killed me though, so they saved my ass by bringing me home every time."

Jimin's expression fell and he shook his head, "No dad should kill their child because of some group of people."

"Yeah," I sighed, wrapping my arm around his waist and comfortingly patting his hip, "That's just how our mafia is. My family believes in lineage ruling; like they do in England only with more power for the ruler."

"Oh...well, does that end with you? You don't exactly have the sexual preference that continues your family name."

I inhaled sharply, "That's where the secret lies. My father has no idea that I enjoy cuties like you," I reached over and tickled his stomach, causing him to giggle.

He swatted my hand away then held onto it with both of his.

"So, if I ever take you to work with me, you're just a friend. My dad is always there. He's mainly waiting for me to screw up so he has a reason to yell at me."

"You can't mess up though," Jimin smiled, taking my breath away, "You're perfect."

I smiled fondly at him, leaning forward and pressing our foreheads together, "You're perfect-er."

"Nuh uh," he said quietly, "You're perfect-er-er."

"Alright, now you're just making up words," I pulled my hand from his grasp and wrapped him in a hug.

"Says you," he mumbled.

"Jungkook! Get your lazy ass u-" Nam Joon's voice stopped there and I sat up looking to the doorway.

"Namjoon, have you ever tried knocking?" I spoke coldly now, which seemed to surprise the male laying beside me.

"Well...I just figured you'd die alone so I didn't see a point in it. Who's this anyway?"

"Leave," I used a monotone voice, causing Namjoon to back out of the room.

"Who was that?" Jimin giggled, positioning himself on his elbows.

I looked down to him and smiled, "My vice leader, I guess you could say."

"Your brother isn't the co-leader?" Jimin brought his knee up and let it sway from side to side.

"Nah, he didn't want to be, but his boyfriend did," I smirked.

"Your brother is gay, too? Maybe that's where you caught it from," he joked, pushing himself into a sitting position, "C'mon let's go shower."

I reached out and grabbed his waist as he tried to leave the bed, "Jimin, you're still naked and Namjoon is still out there."

"Oh," he blushed and slowly moved to get up and stand beside the bed, "Right. Can I borrow a robe, Jungkook?"

"Of course," I smiled at how cute he was being.

"Thank you," he shuffled across the room to my closet and started his search.

I got up and grabbed my pajama pants from my dresser, slipping them on as I walked over to him.

"This one feels the softest," he spoke like a child and pulled a white, cotton robe from the hanger.

"Put it on and let's go," I pouted, "I wanna wash you."

"Okay," he swung it around his shoulders, pushing his arms through the sleeves as he turned to face me.

I pulled the sides together and Jimin tied the string in a perfect bow.

I looked to his eyes and smiled, seeing his smile before he bit his lip.

"Jungkook! You got work to do!" Namjoon beat his fist against the door and called to me.

I groaned and grabbed Jimin's hand, pulling him over to the door. We stepped outside, me mumbling a "We're showering" as we passed him.

Jimin sweetly said, "Nice to meet you Namjoon-ssi."

I smiled to myself. Even when people ruined his moments, Jimin was still nice to them. I admired that about him.

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"Jungkook," Jimin buttoned the last button on my shirt, "Can I go with you today?"

"I'm not doing anything exciting," I warned him, fastening my belt around my waist.

"But I just wanna go with you," he stated, "I don't mind sitting around for a while."

"I have a meeting today. I won't be able to take you with me, I'm sorry," I placed my palms on his cheeks, "But hey, today's the perfect day for you to go and meet up with your friend."

"Yeah," he sadly said, "I guess I could give TaeTae a call."

"Alright," I pecked his forehead, "Thanks for last night and this morning, I enjoyed it. I'll cook tonight so don't worry about that, okay? I'll see you when I get back, alright?"

He slightly nodded, "Alright, bye-bye," he popped up on his toes, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I put my hands on his waist and pulled him closer before hugging him back.

"I lo-" He paused then cleared his throat, "I'll miss you," he mumbled, then pulled away.

"Miss you, too," I smiled at him then started to leave.

"Oh, wait a second," Jimin rushed over to his pants from last night and started going through the pockets.

I watched his rushed movement and how he was shaking. Then I remembered that we hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

"I almost forgot this," he stepped over to me and held out my credit card.

I smiled down at his shaky fingers then shook my head, "That's fine. Keep it safe for me, okay?"

"Huh?" His eyes widened and he seemed...stunned, "Oh, um...okay then."

I gave him another small smile and then slipped out the door.

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"So you and him are...what, exactly?" Namjoon asked as soon as we both got settled in the car.

"Uh," I thought as I shifted in my seat, "Well, I bought him and we have sex a lot, but...I don't know, there's more to it than that."

"No way, do you like him?" My hyung turned to me and I rolled my eyes.

"I mean, a little, but there's nothing I can do if my dad's around. He'd have to die before I could tell Jimin anything like that."

"True, and don't shoot me, but you picked a nice one," he said, "I mean, for you to let him keep your credit card, you have to trust him a little bit."

"I trust him at a normal level for how well we know one another," I reached over and started the car, seeing as how Namjoon was distracted.

"How long have you had him?"

"Two or three days. All the sex makes it seem longer though; like I've known him for a year or more."

"Do you have anything in common with him?" Namjoon pulled the gearshift into drive and started off down the road.

"We're both from Busan and we're into music...hate the mafia bullshit."

My hyung sighed and gently pat my knee, "I'm sorry, Jungkook. If we could get you out safely, you know we would."

"Yeah, I know," I started to stare out the window, "This just isn't where I wanted to be at such a young age."

"Where do you want to be?"

"Free," I mumbled, making the atmosphere become sullen.

"Doesn't everyone?" He asked quietly.

I huffed out some air then nodded, "Yeah, I guess they do."

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"Jimin! I'm back, are you here?"

"In the bedroom!" He yelled back.

I pulled my shoes off and stepped up into the apartment, moving towards his location.

"I was thinking we have steak for dinner tonight," I started as I entered the room, my eyes on my feet, "What do you th-" When I looked up, I couldn't help but freeze.

Jimin turned to me, a breathtaking smile on his plump lips. He was wearing a brand new pair of leather skinny jeans, which were perfect for his body, and a simple black t-shirt. A small choker laced around his neck and he had on a few rings.

"What do you think?" He turned a bit, letting my eyes roam over him.

I simply nodded my response as I gulped and stepped into the room. I walked over to him, circling him like a lion would it's prey.

"Go ahead," he suddenly threw his arms up, his body forming the shape of a T, and made me stop walking, "See how it feels."

I was stood at his right side, a good view of everything I loved to see. I reached out, my hands immediately going to his thighs. I rubbed up and down, creating heat between us, which both of us seemed to notice. We looked up to each other almost simultaneously, Jimin biting his lip as my mouth hung open loosely.

He quickly turned to me and initiated a sloppy, wet kiss.

My hands slid from his thighs to his ass and I gripped hard, my fingers digging into his flesh.

He gripped my shirt tightly in his fingers, pulling us closer together. I wanted to pick him up and throw him on the bed, which was a mere foot away, but I fought myself and enjoyed the feeling of kissing Park Jimin.

"Jungkook," he quickly said my name between kisses.

"Hm?" I hummed my response.

He pulled away, pushing against my shoulders in order to keep us apart. If he didn't do that, we'd never stop kissing.

"I...I like you. A lot," he blushed a dark red, starting to chew on his top lip.

I gave a sigh of relief and brought my hands up to cup his cheeks, "I like you a lot, too," I smiled, finally being able to say it. I've always liked him, ever since I first saw him four or five months ago.

He smiled at me, a happy hum leaving his throat, "Should we celebrate then?" He was already dragging me back towards the bed.

I rolled my eyes, then quickly reached down and picked him up.

He yelped in surprise, wrapping his legs around my waist and arms around my neck.

"Daddy," he whined as I brought him to the bed and laid him down.

"What?" I laughed as I unbuttoned his jeans.

Jimin played with my hair for a bit, then inhaled, "Will you take care of me?"

I looked up to him and smiled, "I can do whatever you want."

"I mean...outside of sex. Would you take care of me...like if I started living with you?"

"You are living with me."

"But I mean, as more than merchandise or a show boy or whatever. Would you take care of me if I meant something to you?"

I blinked a few times then moved up his body, my lips now hovering next to his ear, "You aren't merchandise or just a show boy. You aren't something I'd give up or throw away. You do mean something to me. You, Park Jimin, give me hope and you make me feel better. That's what matters, and that's what defines you."

After a few seconds, his arms wrapped around my torso and he pulled me down to lay on him, his forehead against my shoulder, "Cuddle me then."

I smiled to myself and reached over, pulling the covers down. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him to my chest.

Somehow, I managed to get the both of us under the covers, where Jimin clung to my body.

"I wanna stay with you for as long as I live. No one treats me better."

I kissed his cheek and he closed his eyes. My arms enveloped him in a hug and he slowly started crying.

Not knowing what else to do, I peppered kisses all over his face. I didn't want him to cry, not unless they were happy tears.

"Jungkook, a-are you gonna thr-throw me out li-like Yoon Gi did?" He managed to ask.

My brow furrowed at that. I held him tighter, pulled him closer, "No. No, I won't, I promise. Please don't cry. Where's my happy baby?" I poked his bottom lip, which was cutely jutted out.

After that small action, he huffed out some form of a small laugh, his hand coming up to sweep over my cheek.

I just let him do whatever for the next couple minutes as his tears dried up, sniffles ended, and whines came to an end.

"Kookie, I'm sorry I ruined the mood."

I slightly shook my head, smiling at him, "I like this, too, maybe even a little more."

He blushed and hid his face in the pillows, "Aish, this smells too much like you."

"Is that a bad thing?" I chuckled out.

"No, it's great. You smell wonderful, I just get really turned on by you."

"That's good," I leaned forward and pecked his nose, "Makes me feel better about loving every single inch of your body."

"Please don't talk; you'll only make me hornier."

I laughed a little and ruffled his hair, "You're too cute."

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"Have a good day at work," Jimin gave me a hug as we stood at the door.

"I'll try," I leaned in and kissed his cheek, "Don't get too bored, I'll be back in a few hours today."

"Okay, I'll occupy myself," he smirked and grabbed my hand.

"Aish," I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Shut up and go," he giggled out, gently pushing me back towards the door.

"I'll bring back lunch, so don't cook. And we're eating steak tonight since we didn't get it yesterday."

"Alright, just go. The more time you waste getting there, the longer you'll be away."

I chuckled and gave his lips a peck, "Okay. See ya later."

"Later," he smiled, hand sliding down my arm as I stepped out the door.

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I drove myself today, since Namjoon was in a meeting with Jin hyung.

I was really bored without Jimin; maybe I should've let him come along. Too late now.

As I walked down the hall to my office, I heard a laugh, but it was quiet. I disregarded it as basic office jokes from a group of men nearby, but it grew louder as I got closer to my office.

Whoever was in there, was dead.

Three people are allowed in there without permission: me, my dad, and Jin.

"Who the hell-" I started to yell as I opened the door, but stopped once I saw Namjoon and Jin quickly separate from one another.

Namjoon stood against the wall, scratching the back of his neck. Jin leaned against my desk, playing with a cup of pens.

"What's this?" I smirked, looking to my hyung.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"Don't what me!" I laughed, "The hell are you two doing? You know dad would scalp you if he found out."

"He wouldn't seriously do that...would he?" Namjoon's worried voice came from behind me.

I turned slightly, facing him as I sighed, "Sadly, he would. That's why I'm not bringing my precious around the offices."

"Your precious?" A new voice joined us and I froze. Our dad, a mafia elder and very practiced Christian, stood in the doorway.

"Hey, Namjoon-ssi," Jin addressed him formally, making him flinch, "Can you run down the hall and get Kookie a coffee?"

"Uh, yeah," he quickly exited the room, bowing slightly to our father.

"So," the elder smiled at me as he stepped further into the room, "who's the lucky girl?"

I turned to Jin who shrugged.

I walked around my desk and sat in my chair, grabbing the last stack of papers on the surface, "You know, Dad, I don't think that it's gonna last too long-"

"It doesn't matter, just tell me her first name."

I thought for a second, wanting a fake name, but then I realized Jimin's name was basically gender neutral, "Ji Min. Her name's Ji Min."

My hyung looked to me, his eyes widening in shock. I gave him a look that hopefully embodied the words 'What else was I supposed to say?'

"Short and simple. I like it. Is she pretty?"

"Extremely," I said with a smile, "Most beautiful creature I've ever met."

"How long have you known her?" Dad suddenly became interested in my lies.

"Uh, known her for a few months, but only just started talking a few days ago; about three or four days ago."

"I see, so it's nothing serious, is it?"

"It's seriously loud," Jin scoffed.

I reached over and slapped his arm.

Our dad just laughed then sighed, "You know, I thought you'd never settle down. You seem too wild for a girl to tame. I'm glad you've started looking for someone."

I gave him my best fake smile and let him walk out the room.

"You best hope I don't rat on you for that one," I grumbled.

"What?! No, please don't. I didn't mean to say anything, it just slipped," Jin started to pout, taking my pen every time I went to sign something.

"Relax, you big baby," I snatched my pen back, "I won't tell. Just try harder to keep your mouth shut around him or we'll both end up in the bottom of the ocean."

"Okay," Jin stood up and moved over the door at about the same time that Namjoon came back.

Jin took my coffee from him and placed it on my desk before he grabbed his boy-toy and rushed out the room.

I rolled my eyes but smiled. Jin finally found someone too. It took the two of them long enough. Namjoon's always been extra nice towards my hyung, but I should've noticed the extra, extra sugar-coating lately.

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I was so excited to see Jimin. I had our lunch in my left hand, like I said I would bring home, and was unlocking the door with my free hand.

When I got inside, I slipped off my shoes and crept through the apartment to the kitchen, setting our food on the island.

"Do you think he'll like it?" I heard Jimin's unsure, worried tone.

"He'll love it because it's on you," a deep voice said.

I started to get jealous and I didn't even know who was here. It was definitely a guy though, which worried me.

"I think it's too much, Tae," Jimin pouted.

By now I had unconsciously made it to my bedroom door...our bedroom door- our, me and Jimin.

"Nonsense. If there's anything a dominant figure wants, it's a little teasing."

"But what if he thinks I'm disgusting because of it?"

"Jimin, you came a from a place that exploited your body. He bought you from there. He can't think anything is more disgusting than that."

I didn't really mind where Jimin used to work. I liked the place and he seemed to enjoy the attention from the audience so I didn't see any flaws.

"Yeah, but Tae...this is weird, even for me."

So, now I was curious. It was obviously supposed to be a surpise, so I tip toed back to the entry and opened the door before closing it like normal.

"Jimin! I'm back," I yelled.

After a little bit of scrambling, the bedroom door opened and Jimin rushed over to me.

His hair was wet and he was dressed in a bathrobe, so when we met in our usual hug, I inhaled.

"You smell like strawberries," I commented.

"Yeah, well...Tae and I went shopping today and I bought some new stuff. Glad you like it. Did you bring lunch?" He asked, pulling back to look around me.

"Yeah, I put it in the kitchen," I pointed over to the doorway.

"That was quick," he giggled, walking over to the kitchen.

I heard the plastic bag ruffling, but I stayed still, waiting for any signs of Tae Hyung in the bedroom.

"Kookie! Where are the chopsticks again?" Jimin shouted for me.

I slowly stepped over to the kitchen and walked to the drawer, getting out two sets.

"Thank you," Jimin cooed as he leaned over the island.

I simply smiled and leaned over too, placing a quick peck on his lips.

"Hey, Jungkook," he suddenly grabbed my shirt collar, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I nodded, placing my palms on his cheeks; his chubby, fluffy, beautiful cheeks.

"Did something happen at work?" He asked.

I thought for a second, then sighed, "My dad overheard me talking to Jin Hyung about you. He automatically assumed you were a girl and I didn't have the guts to tell him otherwise."

His expression fell just a bit, but he kept his smile for me, "Oh, well it's okay. All of us are afraid of something and your fear happens to be your mafia leading father."

I nodded, "Thanks Jimin."

"For what?" He furrowed his brow.

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