*Smut Allert*  

17 March, Sunday

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>>This is not exactly what I meant when I said to go shopping together for the trip<<

Yoongi whispered in Jimin's hear, while they walked arm in arm, which wasn't obviously the problem. Yoongi's problem were Jungkook and his dumb friend, Taehyung. They had invited themselves to go shoppng with the other pair, when poor Yoongi just wanted to spend a bit of time alone with his Jimin. However he tried to figure it from another view, focusing his attention on his best friend, imagining the other two weren't really there. Jimin was clinging to his arm from the beginning of the walk towards the department stores, and Yoongi felt proud and glad for that, and maybe just a bit of smug towards Jungkook, who was clearly trying to catch Jimin's attention. Jimin in the other end was trying to keep up with the lost time with his buddy, and also, just a tiny bit, to make Jungkook jealous. He loved how protective Jungkook could get, but he didn't really want to get him angry.

>>So what do you want to start with Ji?<<

Jimin roamed with his free hand in his pocket, pulling out a neatly folded orangy page

>>I wrote my list, so let's um..start from the pajamas<<

Yoongi laughed while holding out his own piece of paper

>>I've prepared mine too<<

Making Jimin giggle and say

>>We're so coordinated<<

>>At times even too much<<

Jungkook mumbled under his breath, walking behind the two with Taehyung by his side, arms crossed over his chest

>>But guys, what do we need pj's for? We won't even go to sleep...do we?<<

Taehyung bluntly asked, leaning forward with his head between the other two's shoulders. Jimin and Yoongi slowly turned their heads towards the latter, both frowning

>>Yes we do<<

>>Of course we do Tae<<

They asnwered the male's question, at which he uffed

>>Boring<<

>>But don't you two have plenty of pajamas at home?<<

Jungkook asked instead. The other two both replied at the same time

>>We need new ones<<

For Jungkook it was almost too annoying how the two got along. Not only he was jealous of Yoongi (oh boy he was), it was also that the older one knew so much about Jimin, and how he looked and acted like when he was younger, and Jimin was so comfortable around him. Jungkook was aware that Jimin was fine and relaxed around him as well, but there was really something about their close friendship that set him off so easily. He knew Jimin loved him, and that he was loyal, he couldn't believe Jimin capable of doing something like cheating. But Yoongi was a problem. Jungkook followed the two at the head of the group through the mall, not really minding their doings..or at least he tried not to look like he cared too much. They went around all the shops, mostly for Jimin and Taehyung, that revealed to be the worst persons to go shopping with. At some point Yoongi got tired of babysitting Jimin around, and proposed to eat. And so they did. Just when the youngest was sbout to ask his boyfriend to seat beside him, Jimin was pulled by the arm to seat beside Yoongi instead. Jimin let his best friend feed him, and basically the entire afternoon went like that, setting Jungkook more and more off. At some point he realized Jimin was doing it a tiny bit of purpose, and even though it was amusing to know that his Jimin wanted his attentions and to see him protective over himself, it was really hard to endure for Jungkook, who wasn't the type that liked to share. At all. So, putting aside the plans he and little Jimin had in mind for the night, he decided to prank him. He knew his boyfriend to be a real pussy when it came to scary things, so that was what Jugkook had in mind, as a punishment, although this would probably blow away the slightest hope that he was going to get anywhere close to his boyfriend's ass that evening, as they had originally planned. Heck, Jimin had even prepared for that. 

''Well, two can play at this game baby''  

So, with that thought in mind, Jungkook kept enduring, distracting himself with Taehyung and a bit of help from his phone, and Jimin, who must've noticed, became even more clingy with his friend, because it looked like Jungkook did not really care.

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When time to leave came, Jimin, Jungkook and Yoongi took the bus, and then separated ways since Jimin was going to sleep over at Jungkook's. The two friends engulfed themselves in a tight hug, and Yoongi whispered something in the other's hear, making him giggle. The closeness of the mint haired boy's lips to the shorter's ear not passing unnoticed by the younger of the trio, who gritted his teeth in haste at the sight. He waited for the two to unlace themselves from each other, and then he pulled Jimin away by his arm. When he felt like they where at a considerable distance, he slowed down, and slid his hand downwards to hold onto Jimin's smaller and chubby one. The latter looked up, scrunching his nose up while giving the other a smile, which had always Jungkook internally screaming and cooing at the cuteness he whitnessed every time

>>I had fun today! It was really really fun!<<

Jungkook hummed in response, and Jimin kept blabbering about this and that, swinging his free arm, producing rustling sounds from the bags he was holding

>>Ah! You know what?! I found out how's your little kink called Kookie!<<

He suddenly exclaimed. The taller one lowered his gaze again to look at the shorter one

>>Which one baby?<<

>>The biting one! It's called..uh..heck, let me check on the phone, I forgot<<

Jimin unlaced his hand from Jungkook's strong grip to fish out his phone from the pocket of his light jacket, since the weather was getting warmer by the day. Jungkook thought it was the perfect occasion to act at that moment, because they where now in a dark alley, more towards the bigger side, but none the less damp and..scary. The only street lamp that could somewhat provide a bit of light was meters and meters away, behind the corner at the end of the street. Jungkook slowly backed away, disappearing behind the said corner, quietly, without Jimin noticing, until the brunette, still walking alone in the darkness, snapped his head up

>>Odaxelagn..ia- .......Jungkook?<<

He called out, turning around quickly, to see if the said boy had been behind him the whole time. But there was no trace of Jungkook, who instead, hid his head behind the wall, before poking around to look at Jimin's reaction. The older boy, kept calling for a bit, and his voice faltered quickly, until it erupted in loud sobs and hiccups, and before Jungkook could realize it, the sound of footsteps, running ones, echoed in the allway. Say that Jimin was frightened was an understatement. He was scared as fuck, the dark had never been a pleasant atmosphere for Jimin, and more than ever after the experience at Taehyung's birthday. For that point of his life he had repulsed and feared the darkness if he was alone. Jungkook panicked, maybe he had exaggerated..without the maybe. He followed the crying noises, calling out Jimin's name, but the boy wouldn't reply, so he just kept following the noise of footsteps, until he realized Jimin had been guiding them out of the intricate arrangement of alleyways, finding him standing just below a really tall street-lamp, swiping away the dampness of tears from his face, the plastic bags discarded all around his feet, abandoned on the cold ground. Jungkook speeded towards him, and before he could reach the boy, the latter eyed him with a swift movement of his head, and there had been a second in which his sobs had stopped, before coming back with more fury, tears streamed down his cheeks so quickly, and in an enormous amount, making Jimin look like a melting puddle. The said boy stretched his arms out, stepping out of the circle of his shopping bags, while sniffling with his runny nose. Jungkook crashed on the said boy's body, holding him like his own life depended on it

>>I'm sorry Jimin! I wanted to scare you, I didn't know you would react this way, I mean, you're a cry baby, but what has taken on you? Are you okay? I'm really really sorry<<

He blurted out while the other hugged him back, almost drawing out of the taller boy his breath. Jungkook ran an hand through the other's chocolate brown locks, exposing his forehead, and kissing the spot

>>I'm sorry, forgive me<<

He repeated while leaving pecks all over the other's cheeks. As if telling him to continue, Jimin's arms tightened their grip on Jungkook's torso. Jungkook studied his boyfriend's features, with his eyes closed, and the damp eyelashes, the tear-stained flesh

>>Jimin what happened?<<

>>I- Just..the darkness- I remembered the birthday<<

And said that he buried his nose back on Jungkook's strong chest. Jungkook frowned, before something clicked in his brain, and he pinpointed what Jimin was talking about

>>It's fine, it's totally fine. I got you baby. There is no one in here beside us<<

>>Are you sure?<<

Jimin said, voice trembling, hands clutching harder Jungkook's coat

>>Yeah..Let's go home<<

The black haired male mumbled, tugging at Jimin's hand, to bring him to walk, after having picked up all the bags from the dirty ground. Jimin hiccupped, still rubbing a fist over his eye

>>I think- I m-may have lost a bag or two while running..<<

Jungkook looked surprised, and eyed the ones in his grasp, counting them

>>How many Jiminie? I'll go get them<<

>>Two..or three- I don't know Kookie, I'm sorry!<<

He said, starting to cry all over again, while Jungkook tried to shush him down, an old man passing by, looking at them strangely

>>Shhh, calm down, it's fine! Look, I'll bring them back, but you have to get to my house. You know the way, it's just down the street, alright? I'll be quick-

Jimin hugged Jungkook's biceps strongly, not wanting to leave his boyfriend behind, and more over not willingly to walk all the way alone, so he shook his head

>>No!<<

>>Jimi-

>>NO!<<

He screamed, forehead pressed on the other's shoulder

>>We will take double the time! Go home, Anja will not question! Leave it to m-

Jimin wined more, but at the end Jungkook freed himself, and sent him home. Jimin speed walked towards the familiar path of his boyfriend's home, chills running through all of his being, electrifying his system with adrenaline and making his sweat cold, while goosebumps crawled on the skin of his arms. After ringing the bell he waited for the old lady he grew accustomed to, to open the door, but instead, leaning on the door frame was a man, about to pass by his fortys, standing tall in the frame. The said man was eyeing the boy up and down, while the latter shifted from one feet to the other uncomfortably, fidgetting with the sleeves of his jacket

>>And you are..?<<

His deep voice boomed in Jimin's hears, who's head sunk in between his shoulders even more

>>I- uh..<<

Suddenly another presence appeared behind the man, circling the said male's waist, a cup of red wine in between her long fingers

>>Ohh, it's Jimin! Hi sweetheart<<

She said, freshly made curls cascading over her naked shoulder, the robe Jungkook's mother had been wearing having slipped off on her forearm

>>If you're searching Jungkook, he should be upstairs, so-

>>What are you even saying Amanda? He went out, you said so, didn't you?<<

The man interrupted. I that moment Jimin would've just loved to be swallowed entirely from the ground, but instead his eyes kept swinging from the male to the woman and vice-versa

>>Oh, right..Mh, well, want to come inside? You can wait for him<<

Jimin didn't really know what to say, until a figure creeped behind his shoulders, scaring the shit out of him a he jolted back, turning around to see who it was. He was like a scared cat jumping at any sound

>>Jimin, honey, what are you doing here? Jungkook's out<<

Anja asked, giving her madame an acknowledging look that said she would take care of the guest, as the couple walked away. Anja pushed Jimin inside with an hand o his back. She brought him to the kitchen after putting away his bags, letting him seat, and convincing him to have a cup of hot chocolate that Jimin was so shy to accept, refusing at first, but then drinking it for politeness towards the maid. The high schooler and the old lady had been quite in good terms since Jimin's visits to the house had increased a lot in the past months, and while Jungkook was sleeping in the morning, they would chit chat about silly things and such on the couch, while Jimin ate what the house keepr had kindly prepared for him to eat for breakfast

>>You look worn out honey, what's with you tonight?<<

She said, untying her apron, and placing it beside her on the table. Jimin bit his cheek. He wasn't uncomfortable at all beside her, but he would for sure prefer to be beside Jungkook instead right now. He knew he should've been mad at him, but all he could do was glance at the door expectantly each second, waiting for it to open, or for the door bell to ring

>>I- Jungkook and me..we went shopping, then he had something to do, and..he should be here at any moment now<<

The male mumbled. The lady cackled, shaking her head

>>That boy...leaving you to come all alone at night. It is scary outside, and you're so young. As the older of the two, he should've accompanies you here at least<<

>>Uh..excuse me Anja, but I am the older one, you know right?<<

Anja looked rather surprised at the news, but who could blame her for her error?

>>Oh- So, you are..?<<

>>Eighteen<<

Her mouth took the shape of an O

>>Oh, I'm so sorry Jimin! I thought-

>>It's fine, you're not the first one actually..<<

The door suddenly opened taking all of the two attention to the tall seventeen years old now standing in the door way of the kitchen, out of breath, holding a pair of bags. Jimin stood up quickly, dashing into the other's arms, snuggling as much closer as he could

>>I'm back<<

Jungkook announced, both to Jimin and Anja

>>Is mom at home?<<

The taller guy asked, and suddenly his body was being shoved aside from the door, pushed ahead by a stronger force

>>Yes she is<<

The man from before mumbled, while making his way towards the fridge. Jimin noticed also that Jungkook's expression changed immediately into a serious mask of madness, clenched teeth, the muscles on his jaw bulging, eyebrows furrowing.

>>Who's that Jungkook? New toy?<<

 The said man asked, biting into a chocolate bar. Jungkook quickly grasped Jimin's hand, quite harshly pulling him upstairs, away from the kitchen, away from that male. He closed the door of his room, turning the key two times, just to be sure that the door was securely locked. He then went to seat on the sofà, sighing. Jimin stood awkwardly  in the centre of the room, unsure of what to do and why Jungkook looked so frustrated. He felt out of place. Suddenly Jungkook made Jimin a gesture, signalling him to come closer, and so the latter did, seating beside Jungkook, who leaned closer, and laid his head on the brunette's lap

>>Who's that Kookie?<<

Jimin asked insecurely, not wanting to upset the already annoyed boy

>>That's my mom's fiancee..or fuck buddy, I don't know, and I don't want to know<<

After a bit of silence, footsteps could be heard outside the room, and towards the end of the corridor a door opened, presumably his mom's room door. Not even a minute later loud banging sounds loudly echoed through the entire house. Jimin face grew rudder by the second, shifting in discomfort under Jungkook's weight, while the latter's eyes kept darkening, both in rage and..lust. He wanted to demonstrate that man, because he really seemed to do that on purpose, all that noise, so loud, so harsh..

>>Let's do it<<

He suddenly pretended. Jimin's eyes grew wide when Jungkook pushed him down onto the comfy surface. Jimin was accustomed to Jungkook's sudden actions now, but never this harsh. The boy started stripping the older's clothes, without asking, without acknowledging the other's will. Jimin didn't complain. He guessed Jungkook just needed to relieve some stress. He was sure they weren't going to go all the way, because he trusted Jungkook, and he knew that if he asked him to stop, Jungkook would've done exactly that.

Jungkook pulled off of him his own shirt, throwing it on Jimin's face. The poor boy went to move the thing out of his eye sight, but instead Jungkook pinned down his arm

>>Don't<<

He said, dominant, without expecting from Jimin a reply, or a complaint. Jimin whimpered, arousal getting on him like sweet alcohol, pumping in his veins at a fast speed. Jungkook's scent strong in his nostrils. He smelt perfume, sun and a little hint of sweat. He felt his boyfriend's hands moving towards his face and folding the shirt, so that it covered only the top half of his head, so his eyes. Then fingers brushed over his lips, and pushed their way inside his mouth, at which Jimin moaned

>>So sweet. So good<<

Jungkook whispered onto the shivering boy's ear. His other hand already moving in between Jimin's legs, pushing it's way past his buttcheeks, raw, no lube, no spit, directly with two fingers. Jimin felt the pang of pain, but kept shut, unless you count the little whimpers that would escape his mouth. It burnt a lot down there, because Jungkook wasn't being careful enough. Jungkook was treating him like the poor boy had done it countless times, and his bottom was used to this kind of treatment. But Jimin wasn't used to it at all, he needed time, care, and to be stretched slowly, which Jungkook wasn't obviously caring to do

>>You're a bitch too, aren't you? You like it when i push my fingers inside of your little hole, don't you? You whine like a whore, you must be that filthy<<

Jungkook growled lowly, almost malignantly, sinking then his teeth onto Jimin's shoulder's tender flesh, making him yelp, combining the pain of the biting to the unpleasant sensation of Jungkook's fingers, so unfamiliar, making him sick in the guts

>>Kookie, it hurts..<<

He mumbled helplessly, his voice nothing more than a murmur, and Jungkook didn't hear it, too overwhelmed by his own feelings at the moment. The movements were so harsh that Jimin's body bounced on the couch ever so evidently. Suddenly another loud moan echoed in the corridor of the first floor of the house. Jimin couldn't see it, but Jungkook's face showed even more detestation, and it felt like he wasn't doing this things to Jimin anymore, so he didn't care if it hurt while pushing a third finger in. No warning, no tenderness.

>>It hurts! Jungkook it hurts!<<

Jimin complained, shuffling away from the