After Jimin took a shower before Jungkook, the man was free to go early. Deep down, he wanted to sit there and continue having sex with the man he would always meet up for these certain acts, but after they spoke and understood each other and where they stood, Jimin just couldn't think of sleeping with Jungkook until he knew more about him. Just now, he found out that the young man was really the most powerful business man and richest man in Korea at such a young age! That type of intelligence left Jimin feeling envious but also, embarrassed for the most part. Jimin enjoyed thinking Jungkook was careless about the world, got tattoos, and piercings over his ears, eyebrows, just to disassociate himself from serious businesses. Showing that he didn't care about the many rules he broke. However, Jungkook was somewhat in between.

        Jeon Jungkook was the businessman of his company “Golden Closet” where he owned hotels, love hotels, nightclubs, theatres, restaurants, and many more. The rumors about him uttered everywhere around the streets were positive and negative at the same time. Some claimed Jungkook was a fraud, some claimed he was the devil himself; Lucifer, The Devil's seed, Number Thirteen; all labelling bad and evil things. While being able to accomplish so much, some believed that he was a scary man. However, Jimin didn't believe any of it. Jungkook had those moments where he did seem a little scary, but other than that, Jimin was enchanted by Jungkook's charms. If he was the devilish prince everyone spoke about; then, Jimin wasn't afraid. Atleast, not yet...

          Jimin drove home that early morning. He didn't want to stay with Jungkook a little longer for another round because now, they were willing to get to know each other and patience was on Jimin's mind. He was dying to know how such a young man was able to invest in so much. Was it just a family company? Jimin had many questions and had no idea Jeon Jungkook was secretly the boss of it all. The young man enjoyed Jimin's father and his liquors, so he took a picture with him happily. Jungkook new exactly how to get Jimin to come out into the light and into his arms, Jimin was impressed Jungkook got what he always wanted if he  set his mind and time to it.

         Eventually, Jimin arrived to the house and exhaled to himself. Taking a moment to think to himself before… his own brother made his way out of the kitchen to see Jimin against the front door. As Jimin turned his head, he noticed his younger brother was just standing there with his arms folded and a usual smirk over his face erupted. He wore his plain white T-shirt, with only his black boxers. But of course, it was covered by a blue sleeping robe.

         “What do you want now, Jihyun?” Jimin hissed and locked the door at the entry. “What are you even doing this early in the morning?”

           “I guess I can ask you that question as well… I knew you wouldn't handle business and just had to go out once more to sleep with anyone.” Jihyun teased and stepped up to Jimin before pointing to the hickey against his neck. Then, Jihyun tugged the collar of the sweater down and exposed more of Jimin's hickies down his chest. “I stand corrected.”

           “Ah, what's your problem?!” Jimin bickered and shoved his brother's hand away from himself. “I work now, I still go back to that special someone to spend some time, but I still can't be right by you? You're so hard to please, Jihyun! Father is finally proud of me, but never you. Isn't this what you wanted from me? To get a job and be able to make of something of my life?”

          “I wanted you to get a job, but I never wanted you to take my place.” Jihyun shot back as Jimin only scoffed while staring at his own brother. How could Jihyun become so cruel? The younger was too obsessed with the fact that he worked so hard for the title Jimin easily slipped himself into. It didn't seem fair to him, but at the same time he felt guilty at the fact that he did not applaud his brother's accomplishments. However, that greed only took over him completely to the point where it wrecked the friendship within their brotherhood.

         Jimin has heard enough. The man decided to walk off after letting Jihyun under his skin. This was something Jimin grew to despise just because Jihyun wanted to argue about every little thing. The older ran upstairs and made it to his room without another word falling out of his mouth. As soon as Jimin arrived to the room, he switched on his red light within the room and opened his drawer to take out clothes. “I just wish I can talk to him like I used to… But that doesn't seem to work, does it?” Jimin asked himself. He felt bad that they had to be separated because of a position at the company and Jimin knew he worked too hard to step down from it. While Jimin looked through his drawer for his sleep attire and towel, the phone in his hands began to ring. This left Jimin to finally turn his face and notice that he took the wrong phone!

         In his hand, Jimin carried Jungkook's phone and this left Jimin's heart to beat in embarrassment once he saw his name pop up on the caller ID. Showing that Jungkook was calling through his own phone. Jimin briskly answered as he imagined Jungkook's usual smile just on the other side of the phone. “Hello?” Jimin suddenly spoke and was greeted to Jeon Jungkook's chuckles. “I-I'm sorry, I-”

          “Stop saying sorry, it was a mistake. What am I going to do to you, punish you?” Jungkook laughed as Jimin smiled and sat down over his own bed. “Your phone is easy to get into. The date of your birth, really? You make it too easy, Jimin.”

           “I… I don't know your password.” Jimin replied as Jungkook took a moment.

           “It’s a lock pattern. Draw a six and you have it.” Jungkook mentioned and was given such adoring giggles after. “Well… I just realized that your password is much better.” Responded the younger as Jimin found himself laying back against the bed to hear more of Jungkook's voice. “Anyway, would you like me to come by? Or do you want to keep my phone in your little hands?”

            “I want to take pictures and save them here for you!” Jimin added as the two couldn't help but to smile to themselves. “Aren't you afraid I'll go through your phone and find something?”

           “What do I have to hide? Go through it. I don't mind, Jimin.” Jungkook claimed and that's when Jimin set speaker on and placed the phone over his chest to talk to Jungkook. “Take beautiful pictures for me… And slide in a ‘special' one too. I'll do the same if you want me to~” Jungkook told Jimin as the older couldn't help but to giggle sweetly and cover his laughter with his hand.

           “Pervert!”

           “Ah, those are adorable giggles.” Jungkook laughed along as he then mimicked Jimin's giggles. The two were bonding already within the call and it left the two blushing through the phone in sync. “Jimin, why did you leave so soon? Was it because I made things awkward? Was it too much, or did I change your view on me…?” Jungkook asked and put himself to blame for making Jimin leave so early. “You know we weren't finished… You left while I was taking a shower, so I couldn't stop you.”

          “Jungkook, I just felt… that if we are going to know more about each other, I just wanted to wait for that. I didn't know you were the boss of a big brand that powered so much things! You're a very powerful man and I… felt like I just couldn't compare at all. I'm still interested, so I'd rather wait until I know more about you later, before I try to think that this is all there is to know.” Jimin stated as he awaited Jungkook to reply. “Jungkook…”

           “Oh, yeah I understand. I appreciate it, Jimin. I thought you would stay longer… Did I tell you too soon?”

           “No, you told me in the right time! It's better to start something with honesty than lies. I'm glad you told me, but I still want to know more about you, so let's save that until tomorrow night.” Jimin anticipated their first date to get to know each other and just couldn't think of anything else more exciting. Surely, Jimin had work in the office tomorrow, but he didn't care about that. He wanted to know Jungkook's story all day and dared to know what this mysterious, devilish, prince got to the position he had now.

           After they hung up for the early morning, Jimin took pictures of himself. Smiling into the camera as his hands were covered by the long sleeves. Along with those, Jimin also took pictures shirtless and naked as well. Only taking these pictures for Jungkook so he could keep in his phone when he wants to think of Jimin. The man figured Jungkook was taking pictures of himself as well, so he didn't leave only one naughty picture, but more than he expected. After, Jimin laid in bed with a grey sweater over his white underwear; looking through Jungkook's phone to see many pictures of the man with the state officials, Jimin’s father, a picture of a mother in which, Jimin just knew she was Jungkook's. As he scrolled through the rest, he eventually reached a picture of himself asleep over the bed within the nightclub.

          Jimin smiled to himself and let out a giggle just seeing how Jungkook took pictures of him as he slept. Leaving Jimin to then swipe onto a picture of Jungkook wearing glasses as he sat at his own desk in a black and white filtered picture. Jimin admired the picture longer as he then locked the screen once he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Closing his eyes and falling asleep at that moment.

         By the next morning, the clouds above swarmed in with the color grey painted over the puffs. Apparently, Jimin woke up around the afternoon, being two hours late for work! The man sprung up and set Jungkook's phone to charge as he raced to the bathroom to take a quick shower to get the day started. He would normally set his alarm clock in his phone but this time, he forgot that Jungkook's phone was in his hands. The fear sent shivers down Jimin's spine just knowing that he was already two hours late to work! Let alone the fact that it was going to rain very soon; which was something Jimin grew to dislike.

          The man eventually made his way out of the house but noticed, the keys to his car were missing. Along with that, his car was gone as well. Jimin longed to call Jihyun to ask him if he took his car, but he couldn't remember the boy's number. Jimin was left outside in the porch just thinking of a plan. As he eyed the rain bolting with such force onto the concrete, he realized if he was to be seen around the streets, the masked man and his gang would come looking for him. Jimin wanted to stay home, but he had a responsibility to be present to work even if he was so late.

         As Jimin let out an exhale, he hugged his briefcase that suited his black dress shirt, his black slacks and matching classic shoes. Right there, Jimin ran out and into the rain while he tried to see if he could catch a bus nearby. Somewhere in his mind, he worried about the chances of having the gang members find him racing to the nearest bus stop. Once the man turned around the corner to a coffee shop, he looked ahead and found a bus stop. However, once Jimin let out an exhale and became relieved, his heart dropped once the familiar buzzing sound filled his ears. Jimin flinched so suddenly and once he looked back, he noticed the same mask of the Oni; chasing after him from afar.

        The feeling was too repetitive yet, frightful. Jimin knew this man must have been waiting through the rain just to see him and the only reason was to rough him up. The young man dashed down the sidewalk and thought of something quick. He slowed down and crossed the street before running the opposite direction to lose him. But, little did Jimin know, the man risked his life to turn through the rain. Even if the streets were wet, the Oni dangerously turned the motorcycle to catch Jimin in his place. “Why can't he fucking take a hint?!” Jimin hissed as he gripped onto his briefcase and began to run away from the man chasing after him. Yet, as he ran down the sidewalk and slid into an alley to lose him, he heard the motorcycle cut wind to until he reached the man; blocking him from leaving at the same brick wall he was cornered in before.

       Automatically, Jimin backed up. Glaring at the man who always seemed to corner him against the wall for the second time they met at the same place. Jimin let out huffs from running as the rain drenched his attire and his pink hair. But his eyes, never seemed to pull away from the gang leader himself. Standing before him with the same Oni mask as he wore as always.