20 The Lies We Told

This chapter has it all: 

Smut. 

Happiness 💕💕💕

Love

Sweetness. 

Confessions. 

Anger.

Jimin's heart was a mess as she stood before the door.

He had slipped into the building the moment someone stepped out, hushing through the door unseen, then headed up the nine stories to the apartment with Jungkook's name on it. And now he stood here. Had been standing here for several minutes confused and unsure what to do. He had to talk to him. Had to tell him that he never slept with anyone else. That he had hopelessly fallen for him despite all the reasons he shouldn't have.

And yet his hands would not lift to knock. Even if they had feelings for each other... would it be enough to change anything? Would he break off the engagement and be with him? And Jimin, despite everything, still didn't want the other's at the office finding out he was involved with his boss.

Slowly, Jimin took a step back. And then another. He turned, intending to walk away. Maybe this was what he needed. What they both needed so Jungkook could walk away from him too and the two of them could find a way to be just boss and employee.

The sound if the door being ripped open had him stop in his track, his body going rigid as Jungkook's voice reached him, dark and quiet, echoing in the otherwise silent hallway, but vibrating with his anger. "So you came all the way here just to walk away again?" Jimin swallowed hard, then slowly turned.

Jungkook hadn't changed, still wearing the chequered shirt, dark blue ripped pants and the leather jacket that gave him an aura of danger. He didn't need that. Jimin already knew Jungkook was the most dangerous person to him. Because he made him feel things that scared the shit out of him. That made him unable to find the words now as he stared up into his dark, narrowed eyes.

"Got nothing to say?" Snappy, angry words which hit him like a slap. "I... I don't know what to say," he stuttered out, his cheeks having turned red and he glanced to the floor because he could no longer stand that anger blazing in Jungkook's eyes.

"Obviously. But if you came to apologize, save it. I don't wanna hear it anyway." He took a step back and the door closed. Before Jimin had a chance to think about what the smart thing would be- which was probably to walk away from all of this, he snapped forward to stop Jungkook, positioning his body between the door frame, ending with him only a whisper of a breath away from the taller. His scent and heat surrounded him like he was standing too close to the sun. "Wait. Please... let me explain."

Jungkook was still gripping the doorknob with one hand, the handle groaning as the young boy squeezed, staring down at Jimin with irregular breathing, as if he was trying to control his emotions, yet his voice still vibrated heavily with it. "Explain what? Why you decided to fuck some stranger only a few hours after we did? Are you really that needy? Couldn't keep it in your pants for longer than a few hours?"

Jimin coughed, trying to ignore the insult, knowing Jungkook only said it because he didn't know the truth. Because he was hurt. But as it always was with Jungkook, his anger rose too, baited by his. "What I do and with whom is none of your fucking business." Jungkook chuckled humorlessly, bordering on a snort. "You're right, it's not. We never made any promises to each other did we? And it was only ever fun for you anyway, right? I feel like a bloody fool for ever thinking there might be more. But you made it perfectly clear. So you get what you always wanted. From now on, I'll only be your boss and treat you like any other employee. And normal employees don't come to my apartment in the middle of the night, so how about you leave?"

"You were the one who opened the door. How did you even know I was there?" Jungkook rolled his eyes, like he was fed up with Jimin, then nodded to the keypad on the side of the door. "There's a camera. And I only opened the door because I wanted to let you know I saw your pathetic attempt to flee before you even spoke to me. Now that you know, you can leave." Jungkook put pressure on the door handle, forcing Jimin to take half a step back as the door closed an inch.

Panic gripped him so suddenly, his words were like a waterfall. The thought of everything between them just being over...he couldn't even imagine it. "Wait...just wait and let me tell you the truth. Please... please listen to me." Jungkook growled, baring his teeth, then snapped: "I told you I don't want your apology." And with that, he forced Jimin back further, the door already half shut. "Jungkook please..." "No. I'm done with you. It's what you wanted from the start anyway. Congrats. You should be happy about this."

Jungkook pushed some more and only a single foot stopped the door from closing shut. And then, in a desperate attempted Jimin half yelled, half cried the words. "I didn't sleep with anyone!" The door froze, neither being forced to close, nor opened wider than the small slit that was left. He couldn't see Jungkook any more and the silence from behind the door was making him anxious. "Did you hear me? I didn't sleep with anyone else!" Another heartbeat of silence which felt like a lifetime before ever so slowly the door gave away to reveal a very wide eyed, confused but also suspicious Jungkook. "What do you mean? Jin said you went out. And Tae made it clear you stayed over at some dude's house."

"I did go out," Jimin started, stopped, bit the inside of his cheeks before deciding to just be truthful. What could go wrong? "I went out and picked someone who looked just like you. Tall and dark haired. All so I could convince myself there was nothing between us but physical attraction. And then we ended up at his place and..." He broke off as his voice lost it's strength, then slowly met Jungkook's eyes wanting to make sure he would understand the next words. "And I couldn't do it. His touch felt wrong. His words were wrong, his eyes, even his scent. It all felt wrong. And it freaked me out. That's why I hit you. Because I'm fucking scared Jungkook. Scared what you're doing to me and how I can't control it. Not one bit. Even now... I should have walked away. I should have let you think I slept with him so we could finally be what we were supposed to be, only a boss and his employee. It would be so much easier then.. And here I am yet again...Because of how I feel about you and how there is absolutely nothing I can do about it."

Jungkook eyes had widened, so large and vulnerable suddenly, his mouth parted as he stared at Jimin. Not even his bad-boy outfit could hide how young he suddenly looked. So lost for a moment. Lost in Jimin. He saw the thousand emotions flicker over his open face, so fast Jimin couldn't pick up on a single one. There were too many. And as if Jungkook realized how much he was revealing in his gaze, he lowered his head, his black hair falling into his face to hide his features. But Jimin could still see the conflicting emotions in him by the way his chest heaved in agitation and his hands clasped and unclasped by his side.

Jimin swallowed the nervous bile in his throat which had thickened with every passing second of his silence. It didn't help. He still felt...bare. He felt like he was falling- falling again, plunged into a void with no sight of the end and only Jungkook could stop it. Only Jungkook would decide whether he would land safely or spiral down even further. That was the thing which had scared him so much. The fact that the younger had so much power over him.

"C-can you please say something?" Jimin stuttered out, his voice frail and jittery. He watched the younger take a deep breath before his voice broke his silence, low and barely audible. "I'm sorry Jimin."

And with that he looked up, sending Jimin's heart racing with the want in his eyes- the need he felt in himself thrown back at him but also the flicker of ...what was it? Shame? Regret? Apology? Jimin should be used to his sudden, powerful and quick movements, but he was yet again completely caught of guard, a small gasp escaping him as Jungkook grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the flat and against his chest.

Jimin's breath flew out of him and Jungkook used the opportunity to invade his mouth. The kiss was different. Deep and thorough but...sweet. Jungkook took his time, exploring his mouth, flicking his tongue in an almost sweet caress against his own while his hands had come up to Jimin's face, his thumb stroking his cheeks in the same rhythm he kissed him. It meant more and Jimin knew it. Jimin let it mean more. Gave himself over to it as he kissed him back, brining his arms around his neck and held tight. 

"Jimin," Jungkook whispered in between kisses, his name on the younger's lips like a prayer and an apology. Jimin had no willpower to ask why he would feel sorry. Because he had gotten so mad? Because he had said such terrible things? It didn't matter, not in this moment. Not as Jungkook's kisses changed. He felt the shudder go through the taller's body, the leash on his control snapping as his tongue grew hungrier, more savage and Jungkook stepped forward, taking Jimin's body with him until he hit the cold wall of the living room. Jimin moaned as the full force of that tall, muscled body pressed into him, a knee wrenched between his thighs, causing him to gasp a second later. Jungkook's hands fell from his face, slipping down over his chest and came to a rest only when they grabbed the hem of his shirt, then pulled up. Jungkook only allowed him to take a snap of air while the shirt was pulled over his head before his mouth slammed on his again, his scent, his taste all mixing together with his own until he no longer knew where Jungkook began and he ended. 

Jimin didn't even realize he was pushing the black leather jacket away from Jungkook's broad arms, needing more of him. The leather hit the ground, but neither of them cared, their kisses capable of stopping the world around them. And Jungkook's hands, now freed from the leather, attacked his body with new ferocity, his strong, veiny hands travelling over his naked chest, his nails digging into his skin with a hint of pain. Jimin moaned again, especially when Jungkook reached his already hardened nipples and tugged, plugging at them like rip fruit. Jimin could only gasp as the pleasure zapped through him. 

"I love those sounds," the taller growled, his voice heavy with desire and barely contained want. But before Jimin had time to reply, he was already lifted from the ground, two strong hands gripping his thighs tightly and guiding them around Jungkook's narrow waist. Jimin clung to him as the taller walked them through the apartment and Jimin suddenly found that tanned muscled neck looked absolutely delicious. Wicked delight shot through him as he lowered his head and shot out his tongue. Jungkook stumbled a step and the body holding him jerked beneath him. Jimin couldn't fight the grin forming on his lips as he did it again, then clasped his teeth around the tender skin and slightly bit him. The sound leaving Jungkook's throat was one of both warning and pleasure, low and rumbling and rolling down his spine in hot, throbbing tendrils. Jimin triumphed and did it again, only to be airless for second, a high-pitched sound escaping him before the breath flew out of him as he hit the mattress of the bed where Jungkook had thrown him. 

He scrambled up into a half-sitting position in time to see the younger shrug off his shirt and Jimin was caught again- caught in the perfection that was Jeon Jungkook. Every ripple of his muscles, the shape so damn perfect and skin so tan and flawless- for a moment, he couldn't understand how someone like him could even exist. There was a low chuckle and then: "If you keep looking at me like that, angel, it'll be over before it begins."

Slowly, taking him more effort than he though possible, he raked his eyes over the abs, to his chest and his face again. He could have sworn those dark eyes were burning in the dim lighting of the room as they watched him on the bed. Burning and glowing with his desire. He wondered if he looked the same. The edges of his mouth suddenly tugged up into one of those wicked little smug smiles which promised dark and unholy pleasure. 

"Take off your pants." Jimin shuddered both from the dark demand and those blazing eyes. And then, to no ones surprise, he did as he was told. Only in here. Only with Jungkook staring at him like this, did he not speak back- was unable to come up with any nasty retort. In here, he was all his and they both knew it. Slowly, holding his eyes, he raised himself so he kneeled on the massive four-pollster bed and undid his belt, the sound having them both shudder before one button became undone under his small fingers, then the next. 

Jungkook's eyes dropped to his hands, the flames in his eyes flickering and tracing ever single movement while Jimin shrugged down both his jeans and the boxers beneath, revealing his hardened length, the strong muscles of his thighs and Jimin dropped back on his now naked ass to pull the legs out too. With the flick of his foot, he pushed the heap of clothes down the bed, right next to Jungkook's feet. And because he might not talk back, it didn't mean he would not tease him a little as he leaned back on his elbows, pursed his lips and tilted his head in a way that was all confident and self assured and screamed: so... what now? Jungkook growled, leaning forward, but not to touch him- only to grab the iron rim of the bed-frame above him, his hands gripping them so hard, the metal groaned. Jungkook's jaw ticked while his eyes travelled over Jimin's naked body and Jimin found it hard to breath under that stare. He took his time, stopped in some place which demanded his touch the most, before coming up to his face once more. And then- Jungkook smiled, and Jimin swallowed hard. "Touch yourself. I wanna see what you look like when you pleasure yourself and think of me." Jimin's heart skipped a beat, then picked up a violent pace. No doubt in Jungkook's voice that it might be anyone else. So smug and self assured- and god-dammed right. He had through of him. Every time he had lain in bed at night and jerked himself off, it had been with the thought of Jungkook looking at him- Jungkook's hand around him, whispering dirty, convoluted things into his ear. So Jimin now held his eyes as he slowly lifted one arm from the bed, the other one holding his weight and wrapped a tiny hand around his dick. Jungkook's eyes blazed with hunger, fixed on that hand sliding slowly up and then down again, but he stayed where he was, leaning forward with his hands still around the metal bars above, but strained, his every muscle on his naked chest constricting and revealing the beautiful shapes. Jimin's breathing fastened with the pace he set for himself, unable to keep his want in check. Jungkook watching him as he slid over his length- there were no words for the heat building in the room, the way it robbed him of sane thought. Jimin went faster, the pleasure building, his hand tightening around himself while Jungkook's chest heaved, his eyes skipping up to Jimin's- to see the pleasure there. To see what Jimin looked like in the darkness of his room. It was intimate, revealing and lying him bare. And Jimin allowed it, until- "Jungkook, please," he whispered into the silence and watched it break all of Jungkook's restrain, just like his own had broken. He pounced, like a hound let off his leash, covering Jimin with his own body and forcing him back into the mattress. "That-" Jungkook roughly whispered against his mouth, his hands already hungrily exploring his chest, his ribs, his waist. "I don't think I'll ever get that out of my mind. The way you looked..." Jungkook's voice ebbed away, mostly because he had leaned down to kiss him with such passion and need, it made Jimin melt against him, bring up his legs around the taller, cradling him as he shifted his hips almost frantically with his need for friction. "No," Jungkook growled against his mouth, then stopped but keeping his lips hovering over his. "No," Jungkook repeated, staring into his eyes while they breathed in tandem- as one. "Today, I want to take you slow. I want to take my time. I want to learn every inch of your body so I'll never forget it." Jimin stared, open mouthed- then nodded. Nothing more than a small, almost undetectable movement, but Jungkook saw it and slowly lowered himself to kiss the edge of his mouth, nothing more than a soft, feather light brush before trailing the same sort of kisses along his jaw, down his neck, where he lingered, pressing a bit closer. Jimin closed his eyes, seeing nothing but feeling every hint of Jungkook's breath against his skin, the kisses, the gentle, almost worshipping licks, leaving him burning and wanting, travelling down now, over his collar bones, to his chest. Jungkook unraveled him, slowly, leisurely, like they really had all the time in the world, kissing every inch of his skin while Jimin began to loose control, wriggling under his touch, especially when he drew closer to his dick, kissing, nipping at the skin on his inner thigh. He glanced down to see Jungkook's lowered head, the black hair tousled and reached for it, pulling him up by it. The younger stared at him in slight confusion, like he had lost himself so completely in Jimin's body, he had forgotten where he was. "Please. Jungkook-" he moaned, letting him see his need in his eyes. Jungkook stared, understood and grinned. "Am I driving you crazy, angel?" "You damn well know you are," Jimin puffed back with a small smile playing on his lips. Jungkook pulled back to sit on his legs, then held his eyes as he undid his own pants, Jimin's mouth turning dry as that glorious cock sprang free. He glanced up to see the challenge shimmer in the younger boys eyes. And Jimin, oh so gladly accepted, shuffling forward to where Jungkook half kneeled and leaned forward. Jungkook went rigid as his breath teased his erection. Jimin smiled, and Jungkook growled. "Am I driving you crazy, Jungkook-ie?" he teased and Jungkook's answer was to grab the back of his hair and push him forward. Jimin gladly obliged, opening his mouth to slip over the head of his cock, shooting out his tongue at the same time to drive a delicious rumbling sound out of Jungkook, the hand in his hair twisting and pulling him a bit closer, right onto his length which Jimin gladly took- like a starving man gobbling down food. And Jungkook's sound- wondrous, thrilling, utterly satisfactory. He felt him at the back of his throat, that steely velvet, the salty, forbidden taste of him- Jimin couldn't get enough of it. But Jungkook, it seemed, was getting to the limit of what he could take, ripping him away and with a push, sent him back into the mattress, covering his body with his own again. Jimin moaned as skin met skin- at the weight now pressing him into the surface and that slightly curved cock gracing his inner thigh. Jungkook settled between his legs like it was natural, leaning down to stare at him, their noses brushing and his face- there was such a softness in it as he gazed down at Jimin, his hair forming a black blanket around them. Like there was nothing else but the two of them. "You are so beautiful, angel, do you know that?" Jungkook whispered, his expression like that of a man caught in a dream, a little hazy but seeing only him. Slowly, he brought up his hand to caress Jimin's face, tracing his jaw, his cheek, then the bridge of his nose before running his long index finger along his swollen, puff lips, his gaze getting stuck there. Jimin had no words. None. This dazzling boy who left him utterly speechless. Who had been too fast before Jimin could escape, just like his kid brother had foretold him. "Open," Jungkook's demand came, nothing more than a whisper but Jimin did, opening where his eyes lingered and Jungkook slipped in two fingers, his index and middle one. Jimin took them, sucking at them a little for good measure. Jungkook breathed in sharply, then, slowly and holding his eyes, he retracted them and moved his weight further up. Since Jimin had hooked his legs around his waist on instinct, it bared him for what Jungkook planned. And as he felt the first wet touch against his entrance, Jungkook kissed him deep and mind-swirling. Jimin moaned into his mouth, and then once more as Jungkook, ever so gently, pushed in with one finger. There was no rush- no hurry as Jungkook leisurely kissed him while working in a second finger, the anticipation of being filled by him almost killing him, but his touch so sweet and gentle- it wrecked him.He was only half aware he was pushing against him and that finger, needing more, but Jungkook only kept opening him, slowly and so pleasurably but not enough. Not by far. So Jimin brought his hands around Jungkook's neck and pulled him a little closer, letting him know. And that little bastard had the audacity to smile against his lips. "Impatient again?" "You always make sure of that. Now stop playing." "But playing is so much fun," he drooled, his dark eyes twinkling like stars. So Jimin smirked- and reached between them to grab Jungkook's dick, sliding down on him hard and long. The younger let out a rough moan and Jimin's smirk widened. "I can play too." There was a growl and then the world blurred before his eyes. Before he had time to realize, he was on top, Jungkook beneath him as he straddled him. And the smug bastard only leaned back, his hands behind his head, looking up at Jimin with a self-satisfied smile. "Go on then. Play." Jimin stared and stared- and then decided to hell with it. Jungkook wanted to play, he would play. So he slowly grinned, letting himself drop forward and only catching his weight with his hands as he almost smacked into Jungkook's face. "Oh, I'll show you how to play. But don't come crying to me when you loose." And with that he reached between them and slowly guided Jungkook's erection towards where he needed it, sitting down and right onto that wicked length. Jungkook gasped, no longer smiling, his thigh muscles tensing and he reached forward to grab Jimin's waist, but the smaller only slapped his hands away. He couldn't help his own moan though as he was stretched so wonderfully, so pleasurably, his body trembling with it, but he slid further down, until Jungkook was completely seethed in him.Their pants filled the room.  For a moment, he could only breath and feel, adjusting to that impressive length inside him. Only then did he look down at the almost pained expression of the younger beneath him, his pants having gotten irregular and his chest expanding heavily. Jimin leaned forward once more, his small hands on those tight chest muscles, and only that small movement had both of them gasps. But Jimin, by sheer force of will, didn't give over to the pleasure just yet- wanting to show Jungkook just how good he was at playing. Slowly, and keeping his own need in check, he raised himself, and as he went down, just as slowly, he leaned down to kiss one of those delicious, pink nipples, his hands playing with the other one. And when his teeth found their mark and slightly bit, he pushed down on Jungkook's hardness. And hearing the sound of pleasure and utter surprise, left Jimin triumph with glee, almost overshadowing how good it felt to be so filled- how he needed more. Jungkook, whether consciously or not, went to grab his waist again, no doubt to move Jimin onto him once more, but Jimin- no... Jungkook wanted to play, so he would. He smacked his hands away again, smirking down at him and as he raised himself once more, the young boy's lips parting in anticipated pleasure, Jimin purred: "Admit your loss and you can fuck me whatever way you like." Jungkook's answer was to growl and Jimin's response- He let out a small chuckle as Jungkook groaned because Jimin had once again slid down, wriggling a little to make it more unbearable, and grabbing away at his chest to be the slightest bit painful. "Fuck," the younger groaned and he could see how much he had to fight. How hard it was to keep those hands away. So Jimin, knowing how close he was to winning, sat up, slid down deep and long while letting his fingernails scrap over those tones, hard, abs, leaving marks in his way. "Shit!" And that was all the warning Jimin got as Jungkook shot up, pulled him close and turned them once more, making sure they were still one as Jimin was buried under his weight again. "You won, all right? You fucking won," came Jungkook's growl, his breath hot against his ear and then- Jimin worlds splintered at that first hard thrust into him. And then he gave himself completely over to him- met his every hard thrust with a move of his own. They moved together, their moans and pants becoming one, Jungkook leaning down as he grabbed his waist and fucked him harder. And Jimin- he grabbed Jungkook's round ass and urged him too, their need and want equal and endless. He wanted him to go even harder.And Jungkook- sweet Jesus, Jungkook did, the sound of their joining and heavy breathing a sound both beautiful and utterly sensual. "Jungkook," Jimin moaned, half-screamed and the words he had bottled up inside himself threatened to spill out. Spill out because of the intensity and the deep truth of those words that could be spoken but only ever told by other means. But Jungkook, seeing something in his face, leaned down instead and stole his breath as he kissed him, hard and demanding, thrusting deep into him and all thoughts slipped from his mind again. Jungkook reached beneath them then, grabbing Jimin's hardness and everything became a mess of pleasure- pleasure of varying colours, but Jungkook at the center of it all. Jimin moaned into his mouth, feeling the rising tension in his body- the need to release so strong and building, threatening to tear him apart. There were no words needed- Jungkook knew him- knew his body perhaps even better than he did. "Yes- come for me Jimin. Say my name." And as he thrust hard and deep, Jimin did just that, yelling his name as he came, hard and overpowering, Jungkook roaring above him as he seethed himself once more, staring down at Jimin as he stared back. It became...more. Their eyes on each other, their release tumbling through them, connecting them, making them one. And he knew too- there wouldn't come a day where he would forget that expression of utter loss in passion- in their love. Because even if he hadn't been able to utter the words, he knew what this was. Knew that only sex could never come close. Jimin loved him. And Jungkook loved him- he saw it in his eyes now. Saw it and lost himself in it. It took forever to piece himself back together. To calm his breathing- to remember who he was. He only knew Jungkook. Only knew he loved this beautiful person above him. But the words got stuck in his throat and so he could only lean up and plant a soft kiss on his lips, hoping he knew what it meant. Jungkook sighed into his mouth, like he had never felt more content- had never been happier than in this moment. In a gentle, almost careful movement, he rolled to the side, slipping out of him, and then immediately engulfed Jimin from behind in a back hug. And yes- Jimin had never felt more at ease- more relaxed either, falling asleep in the arms of the boy he loved.

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제발(Jebal)... let this be the happy ending...