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“Fucking shit.” Jimin curses as his shiny, new 2019 Maserati Levante hits a bump in the road. He just had his car waxed this morning and now he's likely going to have it washed and waxed again judging by the dust he's accumulating on the windshield as he cruised through the dirt road that leads to a nondescript pig farm his husband owned somewhere near Incheon.
He pulls a pink cigarette from the pack of Sobranie Cocktail on the console by his handbrake, fitting the gold foil wrapped butt in between his lips. Jimin fumbles for his lighter, the grind of the flint can be heard once, twice, thrice before it lights his pretty face momentarily. He sucks in a hit and blows smoke into the interior of his car before tossing the lighter back in the console.
He's way too fucking relaxed for this. Considering his husband's — or should he say ex-husband's — exsanguinated corpse was all ground down into nothing but mincemeat in a garbage bag in the trunk of his car, his teeth placed in a velvet pouch hidden under checks and condom wrappers and shopping receipts in Jimin's glove compartment.
At twenty-one, Jimin was married to Park Se-Yoon, a fifty-seven year-old business magnate with a business empire that just about dabbled in everything from phone accessories to packaged ham.
Sure the guy was old and boring as drying paint, but he's absolutely smitten by Jimin's beauty and charms, and he had gifted Jimin a pretty diamond encrusted choker on their second date and Jimin decided that if he had to spend his years married to a boring guy who can barely even get his dick up let alone fuck Jimin like he deserved he'd at least spend it showering himself in luxury.
So he accepts the proposal on the sixth date, the two-carat diamond ring shining on his ring finger a source of envy from his friends.
“Ahh, you're so lucky Jiminie.” Hoseok says as he held Jimin's short fingers to inspect the ring.
“Some of us have to go around looking for actual sugar daddies and here you are scoring a fucking business magnate in six dates.” Taehyung comments as he swirls Domaine dela Romanee in his crystal glass before downing half of it in one go.
“Maybe stop being picky and go for the old and desperate.” Jimin laughs as he refills his own glass.
“And not get the proper dicking I deserve? Thanks but I'd rather die.” Taehyung answers, eyebrows raised and eyes wide as if he was offended by the mere suggestion.
Jimin laughs, airy and musical and contagious enough that Hoseok laughs with him.
“Marrying someone doesn't mean you can't fuck others.” Jimin says smartly, raising his glass in a mock toast.
“Some of us still have souls.” Taehyung says but toasts with Jimin anyway.
Their wedding was held at a cathedral, old and stuffy and filled with far too many flowers and far too many people Jimin doesn't know or give a shit about. He's bored out of his mind through the ceremony, but he keeps a beautiful smile on his lips anyway, painting a photo of a young, beautiful, innocent, picture perfect husband that his husband's friends are jealous of.
Of course Se-Yoon parades Jimin like a trophy, hand on his slender waist as he was led from one person to another, receiving their congratulations and shaking their hands and smiling like this was the happiest day of his life. Nobody was none-the-wiser.
Their wedding night was as awful as every other night Jimin tried to have sex with him. Se-Yoon took Viagra, jackhammer fucked Jimin for three minutes without actually hitting his prostate, came inside him and laid on him like a dead fish before pulling out and rolling off. Jimin had to think about something else as he pumped his own dick, pretty under wasted white lingerie, just so he could finish and get it over with. Se-Yoon slept with a smile on his face while Jimin slipped out of the bed to clean the lube and cum out of his ass, smoke cigarettes and drink wine in the balcony.
Three years into their marriage and Jimin was already sick of it all. Well, he's been sick of it for a very long time, but he grows more tired the longer it dragged on. Sure he's slept with several guys he's met at bars he goes to with Taehyung and Hoseok, and maybe he fucks the pool boy and the gardener and his gym instructor too, but he's young and pretty, and he always gets what he wants. Still, he's a good husband always looking pretty for Se-Yoon. Jimin always made sure all eyes were on them, made sure Se-Yoon's friends know that he's a prize for Se-Yoon's eyes alone.
Jimin never gave him any problems, making sure to keep his affairs hush-hush. He's there when Se-Yoon is home from his business trips, cooking for him, fucking him and helping him stay on top of his medications. He was a good husband.
When his husband denies him of taking his yacht to vacation with his friends because he needs to attend a party with him and denies buying him a penthouse in Gangnam, so he can be closer to Hoseok and Taehyung, and so he can bring over men easier because Se-Yoon wants to keep living with Jimin under one roof, Jimin takes it.
Sure, maybe he complained that Se-Yoon is always out on business trips, and he's often left alone anyway, but Se-Yoon said he wants Jimin to be there to welcome him home so Jimin says nothing and accepts his fate.
“I'll see you on Wednesday, sugar.” His husband says, leaving a dry kiss on Jimin's soft, plump lips before he's being escorted by his chauffeur towards his SUV, and they were backing off the driveway of their Pyeongchang estate and out into the streets. Jimin sends messages to the group chat immediately bemoaning his cruel fate until their gardener arrives and Jimin decides he wants to get fucked stupid.
So what if he slips three tablets of Viagra in their gardeners iced tea and urges him to finish all of it? He got fucked for hours until his asshole feels raw, and he's crying, and he needs to call in the cleaning company to send a maid to wash their sheets, legs shaking a little as he went to get their house phone.
It was gradual from there, Se-Yoon was still smitten by him, absolutely wrapped around his little finger, but he's become strict with Jimin's expenses, limiting at first and then constricting the next and Jimin simply wasn't having any of it anymore.
So he prepares lamb for him, perfectly cooked and paired with a Cabernet Sauvignon and helps with his insulin as he usually does but this time, he makes sure to give him three times the doze. He was supposed to leave for the airport today but Jimin had pretended to be sick and it worked. It was all perfect timing. Jimin tells Se-Yoon he's feeling better and that he'll be out with Taehyung and Hoseok, kisses him one last time before he was out of the house.
Their chauffeur was on vacation so Se-Yoon was only supposed to take a cab to the airport. Everyone thinks he's on his way to a business meeting in Taiwan and not dead in their en suite bathroom bathtub from insulin overdose.
So now here he was, on his way to one of his beloved ex-husband's pig farms in Incheon. Se-Yoon's corpse nothing more than mincemeat as he smoked his second stick of Sobranie Cocktail.
He wore gloves as he distributed his ex-husband equally in the pig troughs, the pigs excited to have something other than pig feed devouring him and leaving nothing behind, not even a shard of bone.
Smiling beautifully he reaches into the cage, bare hand patting the head of the nearest pig. Its true what they say. Pigs eat everything as long as it fits in their mouth.
He cleans the small traces of blood off the troughs with peroxide first, and then with the spray hose as their farmers do before leaving for home every day and when he's absolutely certain no trace is left behind, he balls up the garbage bag and the gloves, making sure to wrap them in a cleaner one before he tosses them under the passenger seat of his car and drives back home.
It began to snow the night after, covering everything in a blanket of cold sparkly white. Jimin lights the fireplace in the study and burns the bloody towel and the bloody clothes and the garbage bags and the gloves and if the smell in the house was toxic at the very least, he decided he can handle it.
The house feels empty now that he's alone. Not in a bad way, no, it feels like the gates to his cage have been opened and now he's free to fly in and out any time he wants. He looks out the window from his husband's office on the second floor, enjoying the view while he sipped wine from a glass, his other hand holding a lit cigarette, the gold foil butt stained with pink and sticky with gloss. Jimin fishes the piece of evidence from the pocket of his robe and gives the velvet bag a little shake, smiling serenely when he hears the clatter of teeth. Then he pockets it again, slow and graceful and pats the pocket as if to secure it's there.
Throughout the week, Jimin talks to Taehyung and Hoseok like there was no change, bemoaning how his husband has become strict much to the dismay of Taehyung who's been egging him to divorce the man and make away with his divorce settlement. Jimin refuses saying other than that he's pretty content with the marriage. Hoseok calls him a saint. He raises a glass to them.
Two days after Se-Yoon was supposed to come home, Jimin decides it's the right time to call people. It's not too soon or too long after his business trip, the perfect time for a worried, loving husband to ask about the whereabouts of his spouse. He calls his husband's friends first, ones he's known to some extent, all of them endeared by him if not a little jealous of how he is Se-Yoon's husband and not theirs.
“Chun Ye-Jun-nim, good evening. I hope I'm not bothering you.” Jimin starts as he sat on his husband's heavy mahogany desk, checking his nails. He decides he needs a manicure soon. It's been two weeks since the last.
“Park Jimin-ssi, you're never bothering me, how can I help you?” He asks, a bit too eager to be hearing Jimin's voice over the phone.
“Ah, I was just wondering if my husband has stayed behind in Taiwan? He was supposed to arrive the other day, but he hasn't come home, I'm a bit worried.” Jimin says, looking at himself in the mirror as he makes an exaggerated face, making his voice sound small and convincing.
“Se-Yoon-ssi is not home? We didn't see him in Taiwan, Jimin-ssi, we thought he stayed at home. We've been trying to contact him the whole week but his phone is out of reach.” Ye-Jun says, shock evident in his voice.
Jimin fakes a gasp. Ye-Jun bites.
“Did he leave your house?” Ye-Jun asks.
“Yes he did. He left early on the day he was supposed to meet you. He had to take a cab because our chauffeur was on vacation and he wouldn't take my offer to drive him. I told him to message me once he's at the airport, but he didn't. I thought perhaps he had been busy but it's been this long now.” Jimin answers without hesitation and adds a sob at the end for special effect.
Ye-Jun clicks his tongue and sighs. 'That Se-Yoon' Jimin hears him whisper.
“Please don't weep, Jimin-ssi. I'll ask the others if Se-Yoon-ssi contacted them. For now, try to calm down and call the police.” Ye-Jun suggests.
“The police?” Jimin says. He's not afraid, no, but it's good to understand what exactly Chun Ye-Jun is feeling. Was it apprehension? Doubt?
“Don't worry. I'm sure he's fine, I just think having the authorities helping us find him would make things easier.” Ah, Jimin thought, concern then.
“Alright, I will. Thank you Ye-Jun-ssi.” He says and after more unneeded assurances from Ye-Jun, Jimin lets him hang up.
Next he's calling the nearest police station: Seongbuk Police Station. He says the same things he said to Ye-Jun, consistency is key, answers all the questions the operator asked and when they told him that dispatch would be over in fifteen for further interrogation, Jimin calls Taehyung and Hoseok over.
The police arrives in twenty minutes, their car parked right outside the Park estate. Jimin welcomes them inside, the house pristine as ever, warm from the heating system. He looks like he had been sobbing his eyes out. Eyes rimmed red, nose pink and stuffy, lips red from the worried biting. There were tear streaks drying on his cheeks, his lashes still damp from crying.
“Good evening Park Jimin-ssi. My name is Min Yoongi and I'll be the officer in charge of your missing husband.” The man was about Jimin's height, pale skin and sharp eyes but otherwise soft features. Min Yoongi flashes him his badge and Jimin had a few moments to examine it before he's nodding.
“This is my partner for this case, Detective Jeon Jeongguk.” The man says pointing to the one standing behind him and oh — Jimin feels the temperature in the room rise.
This other man — Detective Jeon Jeongguk — was tall, arms thick and muscular, his uniform struggled to keep all that chest in and it makes Jimin weak in the knees. His face was a perfect contrast between boyish cuteness and manly handsome, thick thighs seemingly trapped under the constricting fabric of his slacks. Jimin swallows.
Jeongguk looks at him, regards him with proper politeness expected from a professional officer but Jimin was an expert in this language. He doesn't miss the dark look in the other's eyes as his eyes raked down his smaller body, barely concealed by the robe.
“Please have a seat,” He says, after leading the both of them to the living room.
“Would you like coffee?” Jimin offers and Yoongi accepts so Jimin goes into the kitchen makes three perfect cups of Americano. Jeongguk helps him with the tray, their fingers brushing for a few seconds as he took it from him and settles it on the table. Yoongi has a notebook out now and Jimin takes the seat in front of him, where he has the perfect view of Jeongguk and Jeongguk has the perfect view of him.
“Could you tell me again what time he left the day of his flight?” Yoongi asks.
“I'm not sure what the exact time was but I do know that it was too early for his flight. I remember complaining to him about why he has to leave three hours earlier and I know his flight was around 7am, so he must have left home around four.” Jimin says, sniffling a little as he crosses his legs.
Yoongi hums as he writes something on his notepad.
“Is this the first time he's done this? Coming home late from a business trip?” He asks next.
“No, not at all, but he usually informs me beforehand if he won't be coming home. He knows I worry.” Jimin says, his voice small like it was when he talked to Chun Ye-Jun.
“You've tried contacting him?” Yoongi asks.
“Yes but just like his friends say, his phone seems to be out of service.” Jimin answers. 'Of course it is, I smashed it myself.'
“Do you think he's having an affair?” Yoongi asks. Jeongguk elbows him.
“Jesus, hyung, you can't just ask that.” He says for the first time and his voice was clear and Jimin wants to keep hearing it.
“I...no... I don't think so.” Jimin says, looking like he's a second from crying all over again. Jeongguk takes the initiative.
“I'm sorry Park Jimin-ssi, do you think you can answer more questions for us?” Jeongguk asks kindly, asking for his permission. Jimin nods.
“On the day, he was to leave, where were you and what were you doing?” Jeongguk asks, hoping that he doesn't sound accusatory.
“I was with my friends. We were out celebrating.” Jimin answers. Jeongguk nods and Yoongi jots something down.
“Has he been acting strange before the day he was supposed to leave?” Jeongguk asks.
“A little. He seemed like he was tired. At night, I would wake up to find he's not in the bed with me.” At this, Jeongguk and Yoongi looks at each other.
“Do you know what he does during those times?” Jeongguk asks. Jimin decides to add another mildly interesting but useless fact.
“He spends time in his office but the door is often locked, so I'm not sure what he does.” Jimin says and Jeongguk hums as he processes the new information.
“Is there anyone who has any grudge on him whatsoever? Someone who would want to bring him harm?” Jeongguk asks next. 'Yes,' Jimin thinks. 'Me.'
“I know my husband to be a loving and kind man. He has never raised his voice at me or did anything to hurt me, I can't believe anyone out there would want to hurt him.” Jimin answers, brows furrowing in what appears to be offense.
“But he's a business magnate isn't he?” Yoongi pipes up from behind his cup of finely brewed coffee.
“Things often get ugly in that line of work.” He says.
“What do you mean? D-do you think my husband is hurt?” Jimin begins to hiccup as fresh tears began to roll down his plump cheeks.
Just then, Hoseok and Taehyung arrives in Hoseok's 2018 SUV, buzzing incessantly at the intercom.
“Oh sweetheart look at you, you poor thing.” Taehyung says from the screen, looking worried. Jimin buzzes them in, the gates unlock and soon his friends were opening the door and taking the seats beside him to envelop him in a hug. Jimin leans his head against Taehyung's shoulder and lets his sobs wrack his body while Hoseok pet his hair.
“We don't know that yet, Park Jimin-ssi. I promise you we'll find out what happened to your husband. Do you mind if we looked around? We don't want to miss any clues if it could lead us to your husband.” Jeongguk said after giving the three some space.
Jimin is confident, just a day ago, he's called the cleaners in, made sure his house was spotless, including the fireplace and his bathroom, his car freshly washed and waxed, the tub and sink washed with peroxide. He's certain even if they bring in luminol testing kits, they won't find anything. Garbage has been disposed, the only thing left of his dearest husband was sitting in his robe pocket.
“Please do. If there's anything I can do to help, anything at all.” Jimin says, pushing from Taehyung only to answer Jeongguk before he's back in his arms, crying.
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An hour or so later, officer Min and Detective Jeon are back at the sitting area where Jimin is still bracketed by both Taehyung and Hoseok. He looks like he's already finished crying but the sniffles and hiccups and the damp lashes tells Jeongguk that it wasn't that long ago.
The man was beautiful, sexy and cute at the same time with lips and eyes that are pure sin and a body that spells danger. Jeongguk thinks fate can be cruel. If they had met in any other circumstance, he'd ask for Jimin's number and maybe sleep with him twice or thrice or every single night of the week. Alas, they had to meet like this: Jimin crying about his missing husband and Jeongguk, the detective assisting the case.
The thought that this beautiful angel's husband might have cheated on him and left him for another lover enrages Jeongguk to no end. Okay maybe he's pissed because Park Se-Yoon is a lucky bastard for netting someone like Jimin, and then he goes missing and now he can't even make a move on Jimin because he doesn't want to seem like a heartless asshole while the guy was crying about his husband.
But this was his fate and this was his job and Jeongguk is always good at what he does. He checks everywhere he could, every nook and cranny and finds nothing. Yoongi suggests a luminol test, but they don't have a warrant to investigate Jimin and so far he hasn't shown any reason for doubt.
“He's the husband, he's young, and he's got a motive.” Yoongi says flatly.
“He also has an alibi confirmed by both his friends. Not every person who's married to someone older wants to kill them for money, you know.” Jeongguk says defensively as he exits the en suite bathroom in Jimin and Se-Yoon's bedroom.
“No?” Yoongi asks him, it wasn't more than a rhetoric.
“You think it's him?” Jeongguk asks, disbelief in his face.
“I don't think anything but it's possible.” Yoongi shrugs as he rounds the bed.
“Find anything?” He asks Jeongguk and Jeongguk shakes his head.
“Park Jimin-ssi,” Yoongi calls and Jimin stands from his seat, dabbing tissue at his cheeks.
“Thank you for your hospitality. We'll be taking our leave now.” Yoongi continues, moving forward and reaching for Jimin's hand to give it a shake.
“If you find something, please don't hesitate to contact me.” Jeongguk says, handing Jimin a business card before shaking his hand as well.
“Thank you, officer, detective. I'll make sure to call if there are any changes.” Jimin says as he sees them to the gate, watching them as they enter their car, driving their way out of Pyeongchang.
Taehyung and Hoseok have decided to keep Jimin company for a few days. Taehyung immediately raids the wine cellar and brings back several glasses and a bottle of 2007 Chardonnay as they congregated around him in the living room.
“That asshole, I swear he better not have run off with some slut leaving our precious Jiminie alone like this.” Taehyung says as he pours them all a glass, handing one to Jimin.
“Where do you think he could have gone though?” Hoseok asks as he reached for his.
“He's got the money, so he could have gone anywhere.” Taehyung grumbles before taking a sip of his wine.
“I don't know. He's usually excited to come home to me. So I don't understand why...” Jimin trails off before he's crying again, one hand pressing into his eyes as if he's trying to staunch the flow of tears.
“Honestly he better be fucking dead.” Taehyung rasps, rubbing Jimin's back with one hand.
“Tae, not helping.” Hoseok scolds when Jimin cries harder.
“What if officer Min was right? What if someone hurt him?” Jimin asks, looking up and seeing his cigarettes on the table. He picks it up, hand fumbling and shaking as he took a slender stick and brings it to his lips. Silence envelops the room as tension rose.
“L-let's not think like that, Jiminie.” Hoseok says, hoping to lighten the mood. Jimin lights his cigarette and blows the smoke away from his friends.
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It's easy to find a dead body, Jeongguk thinks. When there's a corpse present, it's easy to determine the cause of death, the time of death. It's easier to speculate which murder weapon could have been used. At the very least there would be clues. Finding a person, especially one who doesn't seem to be interested in getting found? Now that's extremely difficult, frustrating and unfair.
It's been a year since Jimin had called their police station regarding his missing husband. An entire year and there is still no progress on the case. It seems everywhere they go they meet a dead end. Park Se-Yoon has vanished, leaving behind a devastated husband, confused media who watched every move the police made but now pays them no mind, and Jeongguk was getting angry. There are several suspects, yes, but aside from a motive and a lack of alibis there had been nothing else. No evidence and therefore, no warrants for anything further than interrogation.
They were even able to acquire a warrant to question Jimin while he's strapped to a lie detector and investigate his house, luminol tests and fingerprinting kits returning no traces of blood, and no stranger's handprints. Well at least not enough to be a source of worry. There are droplets here and fingerprints from employed househelp there but every house has that. All the tests returned negative. There wasn't even a murder weapon.
The silver lining is that Jimin had a pretty solid alibi, and was corroborated by both of his friends so Yoongi was finally off of his case. Not entirely, but he's a lot less likely to point his finger at Jimin especially after he passed the lie detector test.
On the other hand, he and Jimin had been messaging each other. It started as progress reports which turned into wishing each other a good day, him telling Jimin to hang on and Jimin thanking him for everything he's done. It validates him to an almost unbelievable degree despite the fact that there wasn't much he's done.
Recently, Jimin had been busy with some legal paperwork with his and his husband's - or Jeongguk honestly thinks, ex-husband - lawyer to execute Se-Yoon's will in the event of his death. It'll take seven years before Se-Yoon could legally be pronounced dead but Jimin was put on top of his affairs in the mean time such as attending corporate meetings in his husband's place. Nobody wants to rule it as a death but even track records of his phone and his cards yield no results aside from Jimin's expenses even including secondary accounts.
Jeongguk sees the notification flash. It's a message from Jimin.
'Finished another meeting. I don't think I'm cut out to be a businessman. My back hurts from sitting for hours.'
It's also been a year since he and Jimin began skirting around each other, flirting without really committing to it, trying and failing to maintain the professionalism that's supposed to exist between them. Still, they continue to toe the line and Jeongguk is afraid that soon he's going to snap. Without thinking much, Jeongguk responds.
'Want me to drop by? I'm good at massages.'
His fingers are not fast enough to stop it from sending. The message was sent, received and read. Jeongguk kicks himself mentally. Oh fuck, he's done it now. Jimin will probably think he's trying to get in his pants. He is, but he doesn't want to appear that way.
The dots appear at the bottom of the screen and disappears. It comes back again and Jeongguk feels like he hadn't breathe since Jimin started typing.
'That would be nice, actually. I'll hold you to it. :)'
Oh? Jeongguk finally lets out a breath he's been holding forever.
'Will do. I'll be there at 8.'
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He buzzes at the intercom, heart beating fast when Jimin's face appears in the small, square screen.
“Good evening, Jimin-ssi.” He greets with a smile after he took off his helmet, hair a bit messy.
“Detective Jeon, come in.” Jimin says and Jeongguk hears the gates unlock and slide open. He wasn't in the patrol car this time, he rode the motorcycle he always brought to work in the morning. He parks it just outside Jimin's garage door, hooking his helmet on the handlebar.
Jimin opens the door for him with his sweet, sweet smile that makes Jeongguk want to kiss him and hold him forever and ever. He looks like he's just stepped out of the shower, wearing a soft fluffy robe, hair still damp, skin looking a bit raw and a blush high on his cheeks.
“I'll get us something to drink. What are you in the mood for?” Jimin asks after leading him to the now familiar sitting area. 'You.' Jeongguk thinks desperately.
“Whiskey or vodka if you have it.” Jeongguk answers.
“I think I have the perfect bottle for you.” Jimin says looking behind one slender shoulder with a sly smirk that sends Jeongguk's brain into overdrive. He smiles and watches until Jimin disappears from his sight. Jeongguk waits patiently.
Jimin returns with crystal shot glasses and cooling stones and a bottle of fine whiskey that he balances on his arms. Jeongguk stands from where he sat to help him, towering over the older man as he grabs the bottle and the glasses. Upon closer inspection though, Jeongguk couldn't help but gawk at the label, his face making Jimin smile.
“Is this a Yamazaki 18 Single Malt?” He asks, twisting the bottle to inspect. Jimin laughs this time and Jeongguk flusters.
“S-sorry,” Jeongguk says suddenly insecure of how childish he probably looks.
“Its alright, Detective. It's just...refreshing to have someone so excitable after all of this.” Jimin says and Jeongguk picks up on the sadness in his voice.
“Hey now,” Jeongguk says, scooting a bit closer to Jimin on the couch. He places a hand on the other's shoulder causing Jimin to look up at him from where he sat. Jimin shakes his head.
“You seem to be excited about this whiskey. Tell me why?” Jimin asks as he motions towards the unopened bottle.
“Well, this is expensive and I heard it's for a good reason too. Always wanted to try it but of course a detective's salary isn't exactly the biggest.” He says rubbing a hand at the back of his head as he chuckles.
“Well I'm glad my pick was up to par with your standards.” Jimin chides, the mood in the room lightening immediately.
“Ah, Jimin-ssi, if I don't know better I'd say you're trying to impress me.” He says and smirks. There was a deer-in-the-headlights look on Jimin's face before it settles into a sly smile.
“Why? Were you impressed?” Jeongguk feels the temperature spike, the room's atmosphere suddenly heavy. Looking into Jimin's eyes he sees something in there, akin to desire.
Jeongguk shouldn't be here right now because Jimin is testing him. He's not ready for the way Jimin looks at him like he's ready to let Jeongguk devour him, like he knows what Jeongguk really wants. He feels too big for his own damn skin. Jimin is fire and Jeongguk wants to take a leap of faith and throw caution to the wind. So he does.
Their first kiss was every bit as sweet and satisfying as Jeongguk imagined it to be. Jimin's plush lips are soft and Jeongguk could not resist nibbling on them, eliciting soft gasps from the older man, the sounds going straight to his dick. For an entire year Jeongguk had waited, silently coveting and now Jimin is here, the real one, not the one who writhes under him and moans his name in his fantasies. Their kiss turned deeper, dirtier, with tongue and teeth and moans that makes both of them feel weak and heady.
Jimin breaks away, eyes dark as he stands from the couch. Jeongguk follows him with his eyes, follows the trail of his fingers as they make their way towards the belt of his white bathrobe, untying and shrugging the thing off revealing what's underneath. Jeongguk thinks he's going to have a heart attack.
Jimin stood there wearing white lace lingerie. It hides absolutely nothing at all, his nipples pink visible from the sheer fabric of the bra, pretty cock hard and leaking, head peeking from the garter of the lacy underwear, a garter belt around his slender waist and down his perfect thighs, clinging onto white stockings. He's a fucking angel and Jeongguk feels bitter about the fact that Se-Yoon, wherever the fuck he is, was able to see this and look away.
Jeongguk's mouth waters. Jimin climbs into his lap, grinding down on the bulge already forming in his pants and Jeongguk combusts, a drawn out groan spilling from his lips as he grabbed Jimin's thighs hard enough to bruise. Jimin responds with his own wanton moan, baring his neck to him as an invitation.
Jeongguk takes it, lips latching onto the long column of Jimin's neck, tasting his soft skin and sucking bruises. Jimin was a blank canvas and Jeongguk can't wait to paint, make him all pretty.
“This for me, baby?” Jeongguk asks pulling the garter of Jimin's panties and letting it snap against his skin. Jimin whimpers at the sound and nods enthusiastically.
“Wanted you for so long, daddy.” Jimin says as he rests his arms on Jeongguk's shoulder and swivels his hips, the movement of his body fluid, and the friction against Jeongguk's now hard cock electrifying.
“Wanted you too, baby. Wanted to make a mess of you.” Jeongguk whispers against his skin. Jimin pulls away and kneels before him before he could speak, spreading his legs and settling in between them. He wastes no time, sure fingers working to pop the button of Jeongguk's pants open, pulling his fly down and finally, pulling his cock out.
Jimin's mouth waters, and he licks at his lips in excitement. Jeongguk was big and hard and thick. A wet dream incarnate, so much better than Jimin could ever dream of. For a little over a year, Jimin had been holding himself back, and so, now, he doesn't. He dives in, licking up a stripe against the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein and flicking his tongue under the head, satisfied at the sound Jeongguk made.
“Fuck, baby. Been dreaming about those pretty lips around my cock.” Jeongguk rasps out.
Jimin smiles as he mouths against the side of Jeongguk's cock, small hand pumping so, so slowly as he looks up at Jeongguk from under his lashes. He pulls away reluctantly, using both his hands to pump now before he goes back, sharp tongue darting out around the head, dipping into the slit before Jimin was taking him in his mouth, suckling at the head before he grew bolder, taking more of Jeongguk until he's hitting the back of his mouth. Jimin gags. Jeongguk grabs him by the hair, pulls him up before bringing him down, fitting more of him down his throat.
Jimin puts his hands behind him, giving Jeongguk full control, and Jeongguk takes the reins. The gagging, the wet squelching as Jimin drooled all over his cock, sharp tongue out and leaking a mixture of both Jimin's spit and Jeongguk's precum on the expensive carpet, the whimpers and moans coming from the shorter man as he used his mouth and throat got Jeongguk ready to cum. Jimin beats him to it though, cum splattering against his abdomen after a long moan, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Jeongguk pulls Jimin's mouth off of his cock and kisses him hard, tasting himself in the smaller man's mouth. It drives him mad with want. He holds Jimin's jaw in one hand, squeezing his cheeks as he forces Jimin to look at him, his face a mess of lip gloss and spit and precum and tears, already fucked out when they barely started.
“Look at you, baby. Such a slut for my cock. What's your color?” He asks, lifting Jimin from where he knelt on the floor, settling him on his lap. Jeongguk licks the droplets that managed to get snagged on Jimin's lace bra.
“Green.” Jimin says softly, his voice broken.
“Green, baby? Are you sure?” Jeongguk asks, swiping his thumb against Jimin's cheek to wipe the tears away. Jimin nods, and then he was on his feet, taking Jeongguk's hand and pulling him towards his bedroom not bothering to lock the door.
Jimin rummages through his bedside drawer and brings him a bottle of lube. Jeongguk looks at him questioningly.
“Condoms?” He asks and Jimin pouts, fidgets with his hands and shakes his head.
“W-want to feel you cum inside me.” He says shyly. Jeongguk thinks he might be in love.
He smiles and takes Jimin into his arms leaving kisses all over his face.
“Don't worry, kitten, I'll fill you up real good.” Jeongguk whispers in his ear and Jimin shivers in anticipation.
“Now why don't we get you ready, hm?” Jeongguk asks and to his surprise, Jimin shakes his head again and before Jeongguk could ask, Jimin lays down on the bed, his chest to the mattress and ass up in the air as he presented himself to Jeongguk. Jeongguk takes a hand and slaps one cheek making Jimin gasp. Jimin slides his underwear to the side, showing Jeongguk his pretty little hole.
“You prepared for me, baby?” Jeongguk smiles when he sees the jeweled butt plug lodged inside the older man. Jimin nods from where he was lying face down on the bed seemingly embarrassed.
“Such a good little slut.” Jeongguk says, taking hold of Jimin's underwear for him and pulling the plug slowly out of Jimin's hole, admiring the resistance and the way it clenched at the air, begging to be filled with something bigger.
Jeongguk laps up Jimin's hole and places a kiss to his rim before he's pumping his cock, lathering it with lube. He pours more lube directly onto Jimin's hole, the whimpers coming from the older man only serving as encouragement.
Slowly he feeds his cock into Jimin's ass, groaning at the tightness and relishing the wet, velvety warmth of his hole. Jeongguk lands a harsh slap against Jimin's ass cheek when he bottoms out, smiling at the sound the other made and groaning when he feels him clench around his cock. He soothes the reddening skin with the palm of his hand before snapping his hips up. Jimin whimpers underneath him, hands clutching at the bed sheets as Jeongguk started with a slow steady pace, hands on Jimin's ass as he grabs them, spreading them apart as he watches his cock disappear in and out of Jimin's hole.
“So tight, Jiminie. You feel so good.” Jeongguk says in between grunts of pleasure as he picked up his pace eventually fucking into Jimin harshly, the slap of skin against skin as well as the creaking of the bed and the slamming of the headboard against the wall resounding throughout the room. Jeongguk closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy Jimin's high-pitched whines and whimpers.
He angles his thrusts upwards hitting Jimin's prostate head on and Jimin lets out a broken scream as he writhes under Jeongguk and cums all over the sheets, eyes rolling at the back of his head as he does. Jeongguk growls, pulling at Jimin's elbows until he's on his knees, his back is flush against Jeongguk's chest. Jeongguk hooks his arms under Jimin's and Jimin lets his head fall against Jeongguk's collarbones.
“Color,” Jeongguk grunts out.
“Green, please, more, more, more...” Jimin whimpers, still shaking from the aftershocks of his second orgasm, a complete fucked-out mess, tongue lolling out of his mouth a little as he drooled, glassy eyes unseeing.
Jeongguk doesn't stop, he just keeps going, thrusting hard into Jimin who would've flown out of Jeongguk's reach if he wasn't holding onto him. He binds Jimin's wrists behind his back with one hand, his other hand traveling around the smaller man to grab his neck, fingers pressing on the column of Jimin's neck with bruising strength, enough to send the blonde reeling as his blood flow was cut off.
“Look at yourself, coming untouched twice now, what a slut.” Jeongguk starts as he listens to Jimin babble on incoherently.
“Made for cock, aren't you? Pretty princess, made to take my cock.” Jeongguk says, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust. Jimin continues to babble and whine, nodding desperately at Jeongguk. His smaller hands holding onto Jeongguk's hand around his neck.
“You wanna cum again?” Jeongguk asks and Jimin nods vigorously, shaking his pretty little head as tears rolled down his cheeks, whispering 'pleasepleaseplease' in between broken moans.
“Go on then, cum for me. Cum on my cock.” Jeongguk says reaching forward to pump Jimin's neglected cock in time with his thrusts. He pumps his cock six times and then Jimin was gone, cumming for the third and final time, clenching around Jeongguk as Jeongguk lets go of his neck and his cock and holds onto his hips instead, thrusting in one final time, burying himself as deep as he could inside the other before painting his insides white, grinding against Jimin's plush ass after each rope of cum as if he were fucking it into him. Jimin blacks out for a minute or so from how intense his orgasm was, spurred on by the feeling of Jeongguk filling him to the brim.
He wakes up a few minutes later while Jeongguk wiped him down with a wet towelette, removing the sweat and drool and cum and tears from his body. Jeongguk was so careful too when he removed Jimin's pretty lingerie, tossing the messy thing to the side of the bed before joining Jimin, laying beside him and pulling the covers over both of them.
Jimin leans forward and gives Jeongguk a kiss on the cheek.
“That was amazing, Jeonggukie.” He says with a smile on his pretty face and Jeongguk allows himself another luxury. He holds onto Jimin's face and kisses his lips softly.
“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He asks, voice soft and full of worry.
“No, you were perfect. I loved it.” Jimin says as he moves closer to Jeongguk, resting his head against his chest, one hand tracing patterns against Jeongguk's skin.
There was silence between them; stretching into something heavy and unbearable. Jimin was the first to speak up.
“Is this a one time thing?” He asks, voice small and meek like he was going to break. Jeongguk grabs him by the chin and tilts his head up to look him in the eyes.
“Do you want it to be?” Jeongguk asks, voice equally filled with worry while he searched Jimin's eyes.
“I don't.” Jeongguk admits, his heart hammering inside his chest. The smile that appeared on Jimin's lips was a balm to his worries. The older shakes his head and buries his face at the crook of Jeongguk's neck.
“Me neither.” Jimin says, voice muffled slightly against his skin. Jeongguk pulls back to look at him and brushes Jimin's fringe from his eyes.
“Then, does this mean I can ask you out on dates?” Jeongguk wonders out loud a hopeful smirk on his lips.
Jimin's smile widens, grinning wide that his eyes have disappeared behind perfect crescents. His smile was blinding and Jeongguk thinks he could stare at him forever.
“Yes, but only if you beat me to it.” Jimin says, biting his lip. Jeongguk kisses him passionately, both of them smiling against each other's lips.
It wasn't where Jeongguk wants to be, no. Call him greedy and selfish but he wants to be so much more. He wants to be a constant in Jimin's life; someone who won't simply walk away from him, who sleeps and wakes up beside him every single day and night. Jeongguk is sure he'll never tire of it.
He isn't there yet, but he's much closer. Now that he can be honest, Jeongguk can admit that they've crossed the line between detective and client a long time ago. But today they're just two people, they're just Jeongguk and Jimin. The endless possibilities of finally being bare and raw in front of each other makes Jeongguk hopeful, excited for what tomorrow — and the many days after — will bring.
All the details and boundaries, all their insecurities and hopes are things they can talk about later but for now, Jeongguk is content to watch the man he's wanted for a year nod off to sleep. Jeongguk runs his fingers against the curve of Jimin's naked body, the tips sliding on the soft, supple skin and dancing against the notches of the smaller man's ribs. He watches as Jimin's eyes flutter close, his breath evening out as he falls deeper and deeper into sleep.
Jeongguk leans forward to give Jimin a kiss on his forehead, lingering to savor the warmth and smiling at the feeling of Jimin's soft blond hairs tickling his chin. He decides to commit this moment of serenity to his memory.
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Jeongguk wakes up without Jimin beside him on the bed. He checks the digital clock on the bedside: 7am. He panics for a few seconds thinking he was late for work before realizing it was a Saturday today and it was his day off.
“Jiminie?” Jeongguk calls out, no answer. He picks his pants and shirt from the carpeted floor, hastily putting them on before padding out of the master bedroom and down the stairs into the sitting area.
“Jimin?” He calls out again, anxiety beginning to creep into his veins.
“I'm in the garden, Kookie.” Jimin's muffled voice came from outside.
Jeongguk smiles, hurriedly sliding the glass door and stepping out. There was Jimin, wearing cute little overalls, gardening gloves on, one hand holding a spade as he sprinkled white powder on his plot of begonias.
“Good morning, baby,” He looks up at Jeongguk with that blinding smile Jeongguk loves so much. Jeongguk walks over to him, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. They share a quiet, tender moment just basking in each other's presence for a few seconds before they part.
“What's that?” Jeongguk asks, motioning to the white powder Jimin was sprinkling on the soil.
“Oh this? Calcium. Look, they have a deficiency. The leaves are curling.” Jimin pouts as he points towards a few leaves that had begun to show the signs of the deficiency.
“If I don't give them calcium the flowers are going to be small and the plant might eventually die altogether.” He says, pouring the rest of it on the garden plot before he mixes it with the soil.
Content with his work, Jimin stands from where he was sitting, placing the spade gingerly on the ground and removing his gloves. He disappears into the gardening shed for a few moments and comes back stretching. When he was close enough to Jeongguk, he wraps his arms around him and stands on his tiptoes to rub their noses together, smiling wider when he feels Jeongguk's hand around his waist.
“What do you want for breakfast, handsome?” Jimin asks.
“Wow, sexy, beautiful, and a good cook? What can't you do?” Jeongguk teases. Jimin laughs leaning his forehead against Jeongguk's.
“Are you a viable option?” Jeongguk asks and nips at his jaw.
“Hmm...maybe after breakfast.” Jimin says, a coy look on his face as he steps back from Jeongguk, reluctantly disentangling himself. He makes his way inside, looking over his shoulder, a feeling of satisfacetion spreading in his chest when he looks to see Jeongguk following behind him.
Jimin slips the now empty velvet bag in the pocket of his overalls, the only trace of anything ever being in it being the flecks of white that Jimin sprinkled on his plants.
Jeongguk is right, what can't he do?