What happened?

Jimin didnt know.

One second he was watching Jungkook leave with his client, paying for the tattoo as he remained quiet on a saturday's morning, swinging his legs in the air as he sat on the high stool.

Next thing you know it, Jungkook has his arms trapping him against the mirror as his hands rest on the side counter, hovering over him.

Legs bent up a bit, knees going towards his chest and puppy like whimpers escaped his lips. Jungkook's hands ravaging his body, not taking a second of his time to slow down.

It was as if an alpha was attracted by an omega with his scent, hovering and feeling his every part of the body. Just like that. Yet Jimin liked it. Being smelled on the crook of his neck. His buttoned shirt being lifted up and rubbed by the sides, claws from his back signifying how hard Jungkook is holding himself together.

It was like Jimin was his meal that he always dreamed of.

Two knocks and the door opened. Yoongi, who was unamused, didnt even notice their exsistance and walked in to grab some equipment on the counter right next to them. Jungkook didn't care and continued until a smack on the head 'woke him up'.

"Hey Yoongi."

A wave was returned, not looking up from his magazine, which Jimin couldn't quite catch what it was. But was sure there were pictures of pretty boys being bent sexually.

Once leaving, Jungkook attacked once again, licking; biting; kissing; sniffing. Marks was left everywhere all over the blonde's body.

Jimin could feel the heated aura. The hotness of Jungkook's body pressed against his mild body.

A bell was heard from the reception, replying with a low growl from the muscled man and pulled off this already used gloves, pushing them into a bin and placing on his mask again up to the hood of his nose.

A feeling of loss was felt from Jimin once the other male walked out to his new customer. It's not that Jimin didn't want to do his job so that Jungkook could be with him. But thats exactly what he wanted.

The wet messy marks that was left from his lips was what he loved. Comfort and attention wasn't something he had in a while and would seem to feel uncomfortable because of how unused to it he was. Yet with Jungkook. He didn't mind getting 'attacked' with love and kisses. Small whispers of the word 'mine' or 'baby'.

Returning from the noise, Jungkook walked in along with Yoongi who was now not carrying a magazine but a carton of strawberry milk. "Yoongi is going to take you now." Pulling his gloves at the ends and snapping them on, making them tighter. "I have a customer now and Seokjin will be here to pick you up to the session."

A shred of fear went through Jimin once he heard 'session'. His therapy session. It was evidence on the court of his mother's sentence. Jungkook noticed the sudden expression and grabbed Jimin's hand and smiled, taking the strawberry milk off of Yoongi and giving it to Jimin.

"This therapist is an art therapist."

A shake of his head went as Jimin grabbed Jungkook's stiff biceps and whimpered. Knowing that it was an art therapist did make him feel less stressed but not having to talk to the lady as much.

But Jimin didn't want to talk about the past. Jimin wanted to move on. Not let it get dragged along with him like heavy, metal chains scratching his ankles and wrists the more he tugged on it.

"N-no."

Yoongi noticed the two's interaction and decided it was best to wait outside. Jungkook grabbed Jimin's small shaped hands and kissed his palm, then leaning into his lip and pecked them softly. "Remember baby. This is for you. Not for them. This is to help us to move on from whatever happened."

A silent pause was made and Jungkook's finger met the bottom of Jimin's chin and pushes him up to make contact. "Will you be a good boy and go for Jungkook?" He asked in his sweet tone and third person view, making Jimin feel more comfortable.

A nod was made and Jungkook smiled enduringly. He brought Jimin to Yoongi, who was watching the NBA and sat there, leaning on the counter by the window, blowing out the smoke on the side so that it the gas wouldnt crowd in the air like floating clouds on the ceiling. Jimin sat besides Yoongi who smiled at him, patting his head and looked back at the game.

Jungkook gave him one last kiss and moved off to his next customer.

Time passed and Seokjin finally collected Jimin while Jungkook was still continuing his work.

Heading in the car, Jimin sat on the passenger side and kept quiet as the older male got inside the car and turned on the engine.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

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