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It felt like his head only touched the bed before his wretched alarm clock woke him up. Jungkook felt like he was hit by a truck. The late night, the chase, V's questioning, then Jimin. Jungkook was feeling electrified to the point of snapping at people. Jaebum sent him to the exercise room to blow up some steam.

-'' You are pissy like Tasmanian devil, go to the gym, man.'' – Jaebum said, and Jungkook realized that that was a good idea. He was there for almost half an hour, punching the bag with well-practised moves, thinking about all the things that happened in the past few weeks.

The entire thing was so damnable. Neither Jinyoung nor Jungkook managed to get anything useful from Bam and V, who both stick to the same club story. Jay wasn't talking either. He just stared at the wall without saying anything. Jungkook suspects that he is a pure psychopath. He is still in lockdown.

Lee was also holding up, telling his story, but it didn't match with either Bam or V, which is why Mark managed to make him slip a few useful pieces of information by accident, mainly because Hwasa was there, playing the bad cop. Lee was scared of her. Mark told Jungkook the next morning that she tried to twist his balls, but Mark stopped her. Still, the one who did talk was Tiny.

No matter how timid Jackson was to approach him at first, that stubborn resolution that the blond man had was bigger than Tiny's size. He had him locked the entire night and most of the morning alone in the cell, without food and the big man was losing his mind. When Jackson finally came to pick him up he was holding a half-eaten chicken drumstick. The smell itself and the crispiness of each bite, followed by the small moan of appreciation, sent Tiny's brain into a frenzy. He asked for food and Jackson told him that he will get it, as soon as they finish their interrogation. He deboned the chicken and finished all, tossing it into the bin, then proceeded to lick his fingers, until, eventually, he reached for the tissue. Tiny followed his every move.

There was a reason why Jinyoung insisted Jackson take the big guy. He knew that Jackson is wild, but what he learned for seven years of working together was that Jackson was very clever, talented, could talk your ear out, but also that he had a doze of sadism, which come in handy when dealing with assholes on the street. With his way with words and Mark's kick-ass martial arts abilities, both of them were a force to be reckoned with.

As expected, at the beginning of the interrogation, Tiny was reluctant, but soon his belly started rumbling for real and the promise of food made Tiny change his priorities. He didn't know anything about V, this was the first time he saw him, so those stories matched. He knew Bam, but only in the passing, which also gave a dead end.

Tiny did divulge about another location, that threw some dirt on Lee but still not enough to use it against the gang leader properly. Still, he mentioned that the warehouse was theirs – that it belonged to the gang.

Mark checked and there was no legal documentation of that claim which is why it was easy to get a search warrant from a judge to search the premises.

Jungkook went with Hwasa, Mark and Jinyoung there again. Several police officers joined them and they turned the place upside down.

Not only did they get lucky with the massive evidence on the gang, but Jungkook also found the secret compartment in the basement, not too far away from where he was hidden the night before. His hunch was telling him to check the sidewall, next to the container, which once pressed hard, moved back only to slide on the side, hiding the small staircase. In there he discovered a room filled with all sorts of ''goods'', from drugs to several very expensive looking paintings and jewels. After close inspection, they found out that some of them were reported stolen some months ago in other countries. As it turned out, more than a few were real, as Yoongi expertly checked.

The second location Tiny divulged gave them even more of everything, after which things just started to click into places. All of them got working really hard on this, Hwasa and Jinyoung with a lot of forged documents, Mark and Jackson with the big stash of drugs they found, plus new traces and connections, and even Yugyeom and Jaebum got new clues for some of the murder cases that they had trouble solving. But the one who worked the hardest of them all was Jungkook. When he puts his mind to something he usually doesn't stop until he solves it or masters it. It was the same this time around.

The new clues gave them more people to interrogate, and new people gave them more clues and names. Some ended up at a dead end, some were valuable, and by the end of the day, Jungkook had enough to give it a go with Bam-Bam in the interrogation room again. There was still time to hold him in before they have to release him if no charges were pressed.

He went to Jinyoung who was swarmed with papers on his deck. – '' Hyung, can I try again with drama-queen?''

Jinyoung chuckles at the nickname Jackson has given Kunpimook Bhuwakul because of his dramatics the whole way to the station and after. He was talking in Thai all the time, which only Jackson understood, making the blond detective grin widely every time Bam cursed him.

-'' I just can't help but laugh when he gets all angry and feisty like that. He is such a drama queen.'' – Jackson snickers.

And the nickname stayed. Jungkook wasn't sure who was bigger one of the two – Bam-Bam or Jackson, but he didn't tease his colleague about it.

That didn't stop him from having fun with Bam. The extra info was good and Jungkook really thought he could have more luck with him in making him talk than he had with his friend V.

His luck was about to run off when Jinyoung told him that the man was released earlier today in the company of his lawyer.

Jungkook's face narrows, already dreading the answer. – '' Who is the lawyer?''

-'' Park Jimin.''

Jungkook closed his eyes as the information hits him. Fucking Park Jimin, messing with his plans again.

-'' When did he come?'' – He asks in a steady, but dangerous voice, making Jinyoung's face take a surprising expression.

-'' Umm..'' – He quickly searches for the document on his desk and checks through the information on it. – '' At two-fifty in the afternoon.''

Jungkook's jaw clenches. – '' On what grounds did he get the release?''

-'' Here, see for yourself.'' – Jinyoung handed him the paper.

He scans through it, becoming more and more incredulous with each line. – '' Nah, this is pure bullshit.'' – He murmurs.

Jinyoung laughs. – '' I know, but it's all by the rules.''

-'' He found a loophole in the law...'' – Jungkook hisses. – '' There's no such thing as ''witness exemption'' outside of the courtroom.''

Jinyoung shrugs his shoulders. – '' There was no real reason to keep him detained. We had nothing on him. It was just a matter of time.''

Jungkook tosses the paper on the desk, fuming. – '' I know, but with this, he just stopped us from calling his ''client'' unless we have some strong evidence against him or if he needs to stand witness, in which case Park will be preset, and trust me, he will bombard you with legal words and the law and you will forget what were you about to ask in the first place.'' – Jungkook growls.

Jinyoung observes him. – '' You really don't like the guy, huh? Park, I mean.''

Jungkook shakes his head. – '' I detest him.''

___

Some half an hour later, Jimin raised his head towards the door when he heard a loud knock. -'' Enter.'' – He said in his silky voice and was pleasantly surprised to see no other than Jungkook. The man was livid.

-'' Your secretary was out so I let myself in.'' - Jungkook spoke fast, slamming the door behind him and walking towards the other man. -'' Next time you decide to step in my investigation I will charge you for obstructing justice!'' – He growled.

-'' If by obstructing justice you mean me doing my job, I'm afraid you can't do a thing. You have no grounds.'' – Jimin replied calmly, leaning back on his chair and intertwining his fingers together on his chest. His eyes were gleaming like a fox.

-'' Oh, I can and I will.'' – Jungkook stepped in front of Jimin's desk and place the piece of paper on top of it with such a force that everything on it shook. – '' And next time you try shit like this I will have every reason to do so.'' – He said, leaning back, still scowling at him.

Jimin raised his eyebrows disapprovingly and then glanced at the piece of paper. It was the document he wrote and signed, giving the certain Kunpimook Bhuwakul a perfect alibi for things that he most certainly was involved, in but wasn't supposed to. In truth, it was a favour, since Taehyung asked him to.

-'' You can't believe how utterly surprised I was to have found out your name and signature on this piece of paper. '' Jungkook said sarcastically. – '' ...that gives this guy...'' – He jabbed his finger at the paper. – '' Bam Bam, the right alibi for that evening.'' – He spoke with a dangerous and calm voice for a change. Jimin felt a pleasant shiver down his body. He loved angry Jungkook.

Jungkook tilted his head, with a sneer on his face. – '' You and I both know that he and Vincent An were there that night of the raid. They were caught while trying to escape.''

Jimin narrowed his eyes. – '' First of all, they didn't try to escape because they were guilty, but because they were scared. Everyone would be if the team of armed forces barged in. Second, they went calmly with you...''

-'' Because they were caught!'' – Jungkook interjected, but Jimin continued unfazed.

-'' Still, they went calmly and responded to all of your questions.''

-'' They didn't answer shit, they called you!''

-'' As was their right, and as you so diligently informed them. Both of my clients were simply at the wrong place and at the wrong time, as it was proved. They were unlucky enough to know some fishy people, we all do, but that doesn't mean that they are involved.''

Jungkook huffed through his nose and was about to comment when Jimin continues. – '' You have no proof, no case against them. No witnesses connecting them with the spot at any other moment, they were not seen or registered as part of the gang, as it was confirmed by the actual gang member you got into your custody. ''

Jungkook was growing angrier and angrier by the second. He hated the fact that the blond devil is right. He had nothing, no evidence, not a fucking clue. Nothing. Only his own hunch.

-'' Mind I remind you that Mr Kunpimook Bhuwakul is a respectful member of this society, and any unjust and ungrounded slander further on his name and reputation could earn you the invitation to the court. The same goes for Mr An Vincent.'' – Jimin continues and Jungkook, even annoyed beyond measure, was secretly admiring Jimin's ability to pronounce Bam Bam's name without faltering not even once.

-'' Better watch out, Park. You play a serious game with the law, and it's not going to end well for you, or your esteem clients.'' – Jungkook said, watching the gleam in Jimin's eyes grew even shinier.

-'' Well, Detective, thank you for your concern, but in all my best attempts to understand I'm quite at the loss of what are you talking about. I am only a humble servant of the system, and I'm trying to do my job to the best of my abilities with all respect and obedience to the law.'' – He tilted his head, pouting slightly. – '' You suggesting otherwise really hurts my feelings, Detective Jeon.''

Jungkook rolled his eyes, which made Jimin smile, jumping to his feet. – ''Ah, where are my manners. Please sit, have a drink with me, will you?''

-'' I'm not staying.'' – Jungkook said and turned to leave.

-'' Oh, come on Jungkook. It's the end of the day, we are both tired, even my secretary left, let's grab a drink and talk.'' – Jimin insisted. Jungkook turned to glare at him.

-'' So you can pick out some more information from me. Hah, no thanks.'' – Jungkook snorted and opened the door again.

-''' I might have some information that you might find interesting.'' – Jimin chimed stepping in front of his table.

Jungkook shook his head. – '' Not interested in anything you might offer.''- He took a step out of the door.

-'' It could help your case.''

That made Jungkook freeze. He turned his head slowly and his eyes met Jimin's. His face was smug, hands in his pockets. His hair was slightly dishevelled out of his perfect form from, what Jungkook imagined, his fingers. He noticed that Jimin loved running his fingers through his hair as the night drew closer.

-'' Come on, sit, have one drink with me.'' – Jimin pointed at the chair opposite his table.

Jungkook closed the door slowly, turning entirely to face him. – '' What information do you have?''

-'' Please, sit.'' – Jimin repeated, pointing with his hand again. He had taken off his cravat and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his pristine white shirt. His suit jacket was tossed across his chair.

Jungkook knew that this was bait on Jimin's part, but the man knew everyone, and Jungkook was 100% sure that he does have some valuable information that could make his life and work much less miserable. The question was, how much was Jimin prepared to share. So he took off his leather jacket, putting it on the backrest before sitting down.

Jimin beamed. – ''Is whiskey alright?''

-'' Should you offer me alcohol in your office?''

-'' It's past working hours.''

-'' I didn't think you know what working hours are.'' – Jungkook joked slightly, to ease up the atmosphere a bit, more for his benefit, but Jimin allowed it.

-'' Funny how the mention of alcohol makes you pleasant.'' – The blond teased, walking towards his cabinet, his grey trousers hugging his ass wonderfully. Jungkook had to turn his gaze away when Jimin bent slightly to take the bottle from the lower shelf.

-'' I'm not an alcoholic. Stop making me seem one.'' – Jungkook spoke, trying not to look annoyed anymore, but the tapping of his fingers on the armrest revealed his true feelings. He was annoyed. He was annoyed with himself first and foremost for taking the bait and staying for a drink. He was annoyed that Jimin knew him so well in such small time they've spent together. He was annoyed that deep down he knew he was still wanting him. And he was especially annoyed that he didn't hate him enough as he ought to.

Jimin smiled, licking his plump lips while pouring two glasses.

-'' Oh, I wouldn't dream of doing that.'' – He said, walking elegantly towards Jungkook and placing the glass in his hand. – ''Cheers.'' – He said and offered his glass.

Jungkook brought their glasses together with a clang and took a sip of it while Jimin went on the chair next to his, before taking a sip of his own.

-'' This is some good stuff.'' – Jungkook said, observing the golden liquid in his glass.

-'' It is. It was a gift.'' – Jimin said and closed his eyes, savouring the taste in his mouth.

-'' So...'' – Jungkook started. – '' The information?''

Jimin smiled, eyes opening to look at him. –'' There were rumours that police had in their possession a necklace. Very beautiful, very rare, but very much fake necklace.''

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly, but only for a moment, not, otherwise, showing any emotion on his face. That was the same necklace Yoongi was working on a few weeks ago. –'' And how come you came across that rumour?'' – He asked.

Jimin pursed his lips. - ''Well, people talk, and I have a source that claims that he knows where the real thing is coming from.'' – He spoke silkily, taking another sip.

-'' And who is he?'' – Junngkook asked, mimicking his movement and taking a sip of his own.

-'' Choi Youngjae.'' – Jimin answered, and Jungkook's eyes narrowed.

He heard about that name, even though he had no information about him. He'll have to check him up.

-'' What he got to do with it?'' – He asked in a flat voice.

Jimin leaned his head to the side so he can look at him from the corner of his eyes. – '' He walks the certain wealthy circles. He knows plenty of people.''

-'' So do you.'' – Jungkook added, raising one eyebrow to make a point.

Jimin chuckled. – '' True, but he is born into wealth.'' – He relaxed into the chair, stretching his fine legs and crossing them on the ankles. He took a deep sigh. – '' Rich people tend to allow their mouths to rattle-free when they think they have an interesting story to talk about at the party.''

Jungkook waited patently for Jimin to continue, which he did. – '' He was on and on about the police got their hands on the fake, while the real thing is on a completely different place.''

-'' Did he say where it was?'' – Jungkook asked,

Jimin laughed, tossing his head back and covering his mouth with his hand. – '' Of course not. Otherwise, I would come and report it.''

-'' Sure you would.'' – Jungkook snorted, finding Jimin's words quite unbelievable.

-'' I might.'' – Jimin protested, but his eyes still twinkled mischief.

-'' Did he claim that he knows its whereabouts or he just guesses where it is?''

Jimin hummed in thought. – '' Just guessing, I think.''

Jungkook felt a pang of disappointment. Yes, he got the clue, but it's in all probability nothing important. Still, he will go and talk to Youngjae, the guy still might know a bit more.

-'' You said he was a the party then?'' – He asked, and when Jimin nodded, he added a series of questions. – '' Who else was there? Who else heard him saying that? When was this?''

-'' Woah, slow down. We are not in the interrogation room, although I wouldn't mind.'' – Jimin teased. Jungkook ignored him.

-'' When was that party?'' – He asked, staring at Jimin pointedly.

-'' A week ago. ''

Yoongi only discovered it's fake recently, which means the source is not coming from the Force, which was a relief. The thought went through his mind.

-'' Were there many people who heard him say that?'' – He asked out loud.

-'' Only a few, besides me, but I don't think no one took him seriously. Hmmm...'' – Jimin's eyes narrowed. – '' Considering so many questions you ask about this tells me that the police indeed possess the fake necklace.'' – He said, and Jungkook's sense of annoyance and irritation returned in full speed.

-'' I never said anything of the sorts. '' – He said.

-'' It's quite obvious now.''

-'' You can only speculate, nothing more.'' – Jungkook insisted.

-'' So you think the real necklace that was stolen is still out there?'' – Jimin persisted.

-'' No comment.'' – Jungkook gritted through his teeth, which made Jimin laugh again.

-'' One more?'' – He asked, offering Jungkook a refill.

Jungkook knows he shouldn't, but he was tired and he was cosy in this chair and Jimin was still here. You fucking idiot, go home. He scolded himself when instead of thanking Jimin and leaving, he nudged his glass for more whiskey.

An hour passed in a pleasant chat. They didn't talk about the case, or about Youngjae and that party. Jungkook made a mental note to sniff around that tomorrow. For now, he decided to listen in quiet since Jimin was a charming talker, who could converse about everything and nothing. The alcohol certainly helped with that.

After the third glass, Jungkook felt himself relaxing a bit too much. Jimin was tipsy by now, or at least, that's what Jungkook though, considering the level of giggles the man produced. He was balancing his glass in his lap, while his eyes glistened dimly, like on oil, all of his attention pointed at Jungkook, and Jungkook only.

Jungkook felt his skin flush, and he began the process of making himself stand up and leave when Jimin suddenly gasped. Jungkook's eyes, naturally, went to investigate that surprising sound only to discover that Jimin's glass fell over and spill his content on his grey trousers. With a sudden hot twist in his stomach, Jungkook realized that Jimin, besides the obvious wet spot on his pants, was also sporting a nice boner.

-'' Shit.'' – Jimin giggled, setting the glass on the table and standing up to observe the mess he created. He tsked with his tongue and went for tissues but it was to no avail. The pants were wet. – '' It looks like I wet myself.'' – He pouted adorably.

-'' It's...It's not that bad.'' – Jungkook said, gulping and moving the gaze quickly when Jimin met his.

The blond fought a grin spreading on his lips. -'' Still, it doesn't look sexy at all.'' – He said and proceeded to take off his trousers, taking off his shoes and socks too.

-'' What are you doing?'' – Jungkook's eyes went wide.

Jimin met his eyes again. – '' What does it look like I'm doing?'' – He asked sarcastically.

-'' It looks like you are taking off your clothes in the middle of your office, while I'm still present.'' – Jungkook answered dumbly.

-'' How observant of you. You are so right, I do indeed take off my clothes in the middle of my office because they got wet.''

-'' You could've waited for me to leave.'' – Jungkook stood up, grabbed his jacket and start walking towards the door.

Jimin ran towards him and placed a hand on the door firmly. – '' I don't want you to go, Jungkook.''

He was staring at him with such passion that Jungkook had serious trouble staying firm, so he refuses to meet his eyes.

-'' That's too bad since I will leave.'' – He said unconvincingly.

Jimin moved his body in his space. The smell of his perfume was pouring into Jungkook's nostrils with every inhale and he started breathing heavily.

-'' Are you sure about that?'' – Jimin asked, nuzzling his nose in Jungkook's cheek. His hand went to cup him over his trousers. He discovered that not only he was already hard as a teenager, but also that his cock instantly recognized Jimin's much smaller hand, pressing on him firmly. He gasped, leaning his head on the door, allowing himself a moment of bliss, before his head took over, trying to clear his lustful mind. But before he could jank Jimin's hand off, he heard a quick-locking sound.

He opens his eyes, seeing Jiimn moving away with a key in his hand.

-'' Park!'' – Jungkook growled and went to grab the key, which Jimin quickly switched to another hand and behind his back.

Jungkook reached him in two strides, pressed him against the table, and leaned close to his face.

-'' I don't have time for your games, Park. Now give me the key, or I will press charges for soliciting a police detective.''

Jimin giggled, utterly amused. – ''No, you won't. Besides, I could always cry that you attacked me, in my office.'' – He retaliated. – '' I could be very convincing. Rip the shirt here and there, cry a bit.''

He laughed when Jungkook grabbed him on his neck in irritation.

-'' I could do many things to make you look bad Jeon.'' – He said, breathing hard from arousal. – ''But I won't, because I know you want this as much as me.''

-'' You are very much mistaken.'' – Jungkook stubbornly defended his fast-crumbling resolution to stay firm and away from Jimin's charm.

The blond man, however, would not allow it. His leg curled around Jungkook's tight, and the plain muscles there pressed them even tighter, their erections now brushing.

-'' Jungkook, give in. Fuck me, I know you want to.''

Every word Jimin's silky voice uttered made Jungkook harder and harder to refuse. He was panting by now, his body shaking from want. What the hell is this man doing to him. It's not normal.

-'' Jungkook...'' – Jimin breathed, their noses brushing, lips too close. – '' Jungkook...'' – He whispered again and Jungkook kissed him.

The kiss was hard, passionate, and not gentle at all. Jimin groaned, pressing his body closer, his hands in Jungkook's hair as their tongues danced and swirled around one another.

Soon Jungkook's shirt was off, and Jimin's fingers remembered the muscles of his arms, chest and back. Jimin's boxers quickly followed. His cock was hidden under the white shirt that he still had on. Jungkook found it endearingly charming.

The small, whimpering sounds Jimin made while kissing him, as his deft fingers unbuckled Jungkook's belt and pants, drove the latter insane with lust.

-'' Fuck, Park, you sound so desperate.'' – He growled while biting Jimin's neck, making him moan.

-'' Yes, fuck me. Oh, fuck... now...'' – He tossed his head in a groan, leaning his body back, hand reaching behind the table towards the drawer. Jungkook had to hold him so he wouldn't slide off.

-'' What are you doing?'' – He asked confused, wrapping his arm around Jimin's wiggling torso.

-'' Lube. My drawer.'' – Jimin spoke with difficulty, as he stretched his body across the surface, knocking down half of the things from it until he triumphantly straightened with the bottle of lube and condom in his hand.

-'' What? Using it for your client's pleasure, Park?'' – Jungkook asked, and Jimin's eyes narrowed. He knew he was an ass, by asking this, but he couldn't help it.

-'' Screw you. I do not fuck my clients, Jungkook!'' – Jimin hissed defiantly. – '' It's for wanking, if you must know. It eases the nerves before some important trail.'' – He added in afterthought, pouring the lube on his fingers before pushing two of them inside himself. He whimpered.

-'' Park Jimin gets nervous before the trial?'' – Jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow, hand wrapping around Jimin's cock, which made him groan and close his eyes.

-'' Mmh, you would be...s-surprised...just...shit...just how much I am nervous...sometimes.'' – He barely spoke as his body twitched under Jungkook's lips and hands.

-'' I was nervous before the first time we fucked.'' – He admitted. Jungkook stopped sucking at his neck to stare at him. Jimin licked his lips, face serene. – '' You were making me so nervous. I didn't know how to approach you.''

Jungkook's face turned into a scowl. – '' To extract the information you need.'' – He spits, releasing Jimin's cock and starting to move back when Jimin's legs wrapped around his waist, stopping him.

-'' Let me go.'' – Jungkook growled in Jimin's face.

-'' No.'' – Jimin spoke calmly, although his face showed a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. – '' I had no idea who you were back then when I approached you, I swear. It was just a game of chances that you were the detective on that case later on.''

-'' Your word means nothing to me anymore.'' – He hissed when Jimin found his dick, spreading the lube on it as well, but he didn't push him away. Jungkook, you hypocrite.

-'' Jungkook, I didn't know, it's the truth.'' – Jimin gasped, opening the condom with his teeth. He put it on Jungkook, smudging the rest of the lube from his hand all over it. – '' I found out only later, I swear it.'' – He pushes their groins together. – '' It was a lucky coincidence, truly.''

-'' Lucky for you.'' – Jungkook sneered.

Jimin ignored the jab and continued. – ''I was nervous because I was attracted to you. Oh, fuck, Jungkook, believe me, please believe me. I wanted you. Shit, I still do.'' – He panted against Jungkook's lips and the man's resolve crumbled entirely.

The pure lust clouded his better judgement, and all of his thoughts and accusations flew out of his mind. Only a raw emotion has left, and Jungkook didn't know whether it was hate or something else.

He kissed him hard, hand replacing Jimin's on his cock. He nudged Jimin's fingers from the way, so he could lead his length in the warm and wet hole. He slammed in without a pause and care.

Jimin half screamed half moaned into his mouth. He had his tongue trapped as Jungkook was sucking it. The hard thrusts Jungkook set right away shook the table and things started to fall out of it. The sound itself was distracting so he gripped Jimin's asscheeks and raised him in the air, Jimin's arms and legs wrapped securely around the muscled form, while his clothed back slammed against the near wall. Jimin rolled his eyes on the back of his head.

-'' Fuck, Jungkook...'' – He whimpered, head tossed back, eyes closed, his long neck exposed, calling Jungkook to attack it with his lips again, so he did. Jimin moaned loud when Jungkook sucks at his skin. His muscles, God...his muscles. Jimin thought with every jab of Jungkook's cock he received. His hips never wavered from the harsh rhythm he set for them. He was like a machine, strong, tireless, and perfect. Jimin was utterly enjoying it, his sex against the wall fantasy coming true was driving him insane. He squeezed around Jungkook's cock hard when he felt his prostate hit perfectly.

Jungkook hissed and pulled back to look at the blond man. -'' I hate you, Park Jimin.'' – Jungkook grunted as he pounded into Jimin with ferocity. –'' I hate what you do to me....fuck...''

Jimin smiled and looked at him. – '' Please... if...if this is...'' – He began but was stopped instantly, eyes shutting again and head tossing back as Jungkook abused his sweet spot mercilessly. Once he found the right angle, he had no intention of leaving it until he made Jimin cum, or until he dies from pleasure, Jimin thought.

-'' Ooh, fuck... if this is your way of h-hating me...oh, God, then, please don't stop!'' – Jimin moaned loudly, licking his dry lips from all the air he was inhaling, hands and legs squeezing harder, pulling Jungkook closer.

-'' I can't stand you, Park.'' – Jungkook said through gritted teeth, his jaw muscles working and his brow sweaty.

-'' Kiss me.'' – Jimin moaned and tilted his head back, offering his lips. Jungkook growled but didn't move his head. -'' Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me...'' – Jimin chanted breathlessly, whimpering in between words. Their heads were too close and it was too difficult for Jungkook to resist anymore. He crashed their lips together, tongues immediately intertwined. Everything became even more erratic, more passionate, more irresistible. Both of them were drunk from one another. Jimin was a sin, it crosses Jungkook's mind as a fleeting thought. There is no other explanation for this desire, this pure hunger he is feeling. He couldn't get enough.

He felt he was getting close. He broke the kiss.

-'' Touch yourself for me.'' – He ordered, and Jimin's eyes rolled at the back of his head again in sudden pleasure. He reached for his cock and stroked it only a few times before his entire body tightened like a string, back arching, and his head hitting the wall behind him. He was gorgeous when he orgasmed, Jungkook wanted to memorize all of it. Jimin's neck, slightly pinkish from all the blood rushing through his body, glistening with sweat. His mouth opened and gasped for air, while his brows were furrowed and eyes shut as the first spurts of warm cum hit Jungkook's chest. He was perfect.

The sudden tightness around Jungkook's cock made him gasp for breath and he couldn't hold it in anymore. Jimin found and claimed his lips again as he started cumming hard. At that moment, Jungkook didn't care about anything. Not his anger, or his job, or anything, he just allowed himself to bask in his orgasmic bliss, buried deep into Jimin's warmth as they kissed slowly now. It was nice, very nice. Jungkook thought he could do this always. Then it finally dawns on him what he did.

Fuck! Shit! Dammit! Jungkook cursed in his mind. Jungkook, you idiot, you bloody, horny, fucking idiot! He broke the kiss and looked at Jimin. His expression was knowing, naughty and sly. He knows...he knows exactly what he did. And the bastard is glad of it. Jimin's wicked grin just proved what he thought. Damn, Jungkook hated him...or at least he.... No, no, he hated the man. This gorgeous blond demon was squeezing around him, and he felt his cock stir again. No, noup, no! He had to put an end to this. He tried to pull out, but Jimin's strong legs kept him pinned against him.

-'' Park, let me go.'' – He said simply, not looking Jimin in the eyes, his arms protested from Jimin's weight.

-'' Say my name.'' – Jimin said teasingly.

Jungkook tried to pry Jimin's legs off him, but they were too strong. Pure muscles right there. Instead of struggling he hissed, in what he thought, was the authoritative voice.

-'' Dammit, Park, let go!'' – Jungkook growled, his knees buckling from the exertion as they carried Jimin once Jungkook's hands failed him.

But Jimin's smile only widens. He squeezed again in small pulses.

-'' Say my name.'' – Jimin said again, his body started rolling on Jungkook's length, now getting hard again. He began slipping out a bit, only to be sucked right in. The process repeated, and it got worse for Jungkook's will to fight. Oh, fuck, the fucking fucker's fucks!

-'' Say it, say my name. It's Jimin. Say it.'' – He gasped as his body worked himself. –'' Say it, it sounds so hot when you say it. Say it, Jungkook. Say it.'' – Jimin moaned the last bit because he just found the angle right. His eyes closed, head back for the moment, before returning his gaze to Jungkook once more. He kept squeezing the man's cock in strong pulses.

Jungkook was fighting not only with Jimin but with himself. His mind was scolding him, but his body was responding. He could indeed go again almost instantly after the first time. But there is something about Jimin that made that effortlessly easy.

One of Jimin's hands gripped at his hair, bringing their lips closer, as the other flicked Jungkook's nipple. The heat in his stomach lurched up towards his sensitive buds.

-'' Fuck you!'' – He gritted and kissed Jimin hard. Their bodies started moving again in tandem, but it was Jungkook's thighs which were now shaking from a long half-crouch he was having, that stopped him from holding Jimin up.

The blond noticed his struggle, and after a moment or two Jungkook felt Jimin's legs releasing him and hands pushing him down until he lay on the floor. He was straddled, his cock pushed back into a warm and wet hole and he whimpered when Jimin started moving.

Jimin was merciless, he rode him with such fire. The small noises he made in exertion whenever he would impale himself down on his cock, were so hot that Jungkook couldn't get enough of them. The things he does to him, no one ever could. Jimin was beautiful. He wore nothing but his expensive white shit, which was unbuttoned almost to half of his chest, his left shoulder was uncovered, collarbones visible. He was looking him in the eyes, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. Fucking Park Jimin.

As if sensing his thoughts, Jimin's lips curved in a vicious smile and he bends down to latch them around Jungkook's nipple.

-'' Aaaah, Jimin! Fuck!'' – Jungkook hissed, not realizing what he did until it was too late. Jimin strengthened up in victory.

-'' There we go, that wasn't hard.'' – He said breathlessly. – '' You said my name just right.'' – His voice was full of self-satisfaction and gleam. Jungkook would have none of it. He grabbed Jimin's ass and buckled his hips up. Jimin's smile faltered.

-'' Just slip off the tongue, Park. Won't happen again.'' – He said in annoyance.

-'' You said it now, you will say it again.'' – Jimin returns, eyes gleaming in mischief.

-'' Never.'' – Jungkook growled and pulled him down for a kiss. He started pounding up in Jimin again, and he doesn't know what he was exactly doing, but Jimin was louder than before. That suited him, he loved to hear his voice like that.

It finished rather quickly. Both of them were seriously fired up before and now exploded for the second time in the blast way too fast. Jimin laid on Jungkook's chest, his face in Jungkook's neck, and Jungkook's arms around him. They panted harshly as they felt their heartbeats almost escaping their chests.

-'' God, that was so good.'' – Jimin said after a while. Jungkook chuckled.

-'' If you start moving again I will strangle you.'' – He threatened.

-'' Uuu, kinky. I like it.'' – Jimin raised his head to look at him.

-'' Jimin!'' – Jungkook glanced at him in a warning.

Fuck, he said his name again.

Jimin smiled so sweetly then. – ''Don't worry, I won't.'' – He kissed him. Jungkook was almost surprised at the gentleness. They made out on the floor until their breathing was calm and their bodies relaxed. Like the couples do. Jungkook thought suddenly.

-'' I got to go.'' – He broke the kiss and pushed Jimin softly. He didn't want to be harsh. Call Jungkook an idiot, but he didn't want to be harsh towards Jimin, even though he is a manipulative little gorgeous fucker, who will fuck him over as soon as he sees fit.

Jimin didn't stop him this time.

-'' Alright.'' – He moved slowly, grimaced when Jungkook's relaxed cock fell out of him and stood up, holding his hand. Jungkook accepted the offered hand and stood up. He tossed the used condom and grabbed the pack of tissues to clean himself up.

-'' My shirt is ruined.'' – Jimin complained while examining his shirt.

-'' Hey, it's your cum. And it's you who left it on.'' – Jungkook said matter-of-factly, putting on his shirt.

-'' Well, you could have taken it off.'' – Jimin said accusingly. – ''You took my pants off.'' – He added.

Jungkook turned to stare at him. – ''I did not! You've decided to lose the pants as soon as you got the opportunity.''

-'' You distracted me, and I spilt my drink on them.'' – Jimin came closer.

-'' It was just a drink. No need to take your pants off.'' - Jungkook buttoned and pulled the zipper on his pants.

-'' But you like me naked.'' – Jimin grabbed his belt, and before Jungkook could protest, he was pulled flush on Jimin's chest and kissed.

-'' Mmm...'' – He protested weakly. What is wrong with him?

The kiss was short but left them both breathless. The blond buckled Jungkook's belt back and raked his fingers through raven locks to straighten it. It was probably a mess from all the tugging.

They stared at each other's eyes for a long moment, not saying a word, but saying plenty in their minds. Jungkook had it too much, so he broke the gaze first, cleaning his throat and moving back.

-'' I got a go.''

He turned and walk towards the door.

-'' Jungkook.''

Jungkook stopped when he heard Jimin utter his name and turned his head to look at him.

-'' I'll see you around.'' – Jimin said, tossing him the key and smiling this time in honesty. Or at least Jungkook thinks he did. Until he fucks you over again.

He unlocks the door and turns to glance at Jimin again. -'' Take care of yourself, Park.'' – He says and was pleased to see the annoyance in Jimin's eyes for not using his first name again. – '' Stay out of trouble.'' – He added and left.

Jimin fell back on his table, feeling weak. Even though he managed to have Jungkook again, he was still rejected in the end. He had lost him, he felt that and he felt tears pulling in the corners of his eyes.

He went to the door and lock it again. He didn't bother with clothes, just stayed in his shirt as he sat on his chair, pulling his feet up so he can hug his knees. He buries his face in his knees and allows himself to cry.

He said to himself that he will not be so needy and easy, not with anyone, besides Tae, and yet he did exactly that. He acted like a bitch in the heat, every time Jungkook is there. He hated the overwhelming feeling and the lack of control the man makes him lose. Their competitiveness, their passion, they challenge each other all the time. They argue they tease, they lose control. He loved when Jungkook lose control because it gives Jimin the power to make him his. He acts so confidently and cocky, but in truth, he is not...and It's so bad for him because he is losing himself in the process as well.

It's not like with Tae, who grounds him and keeps him safe and wonderful. No, with Jungkook it's like oil and fire, it's burning up.

You are so stupid Park Jimin, so fucking stupid. It flew through his mind. He needs his rock right now. He needs to hear that calming loving voice. He sniffs and reaches for his phone, dialling the number.

-'' Jimin-ah?''

-'' Tae...'' – He sniffs. – '' Please come home tonight.''

-'' Baby, what happened? Are you alright?'' – Taehyung's voice was alarmed.

-'' I'm ok, just sad. Come home.''

-'' Where are you?''

-'' In my office.'' – Jimin brushes his eyes.

-'' Did something happen?''

-'' I'll tell you later, just come home tonight.''

-'' I'm coming to pick you up.'' – Tae sounded winded like he was already on his way.

-'' No.'' – Jimin shakes his head. – '' No, just wait for me there. I'm coming. But, Tae... I made a mistake again.''

There was silence on the other side of the line and then the deep voice asked. – '' Jungkook?''

Jimin just started to cry harder.

-'' Oh, baby. Don't cry. We'll talk at home if you want.''

-'' Tae?''

-'' Hmm?'

-'' I'm sorry.''- Jimin cries.

-'' You know I love you, right?'' – Tae says in a light tone.

Jimin sniffs. – '' Yeah.'' - He sniffs it again, louder this time. – '' I love you too.''

-'' That was so romantic.'' – Tae teased and Jimin giggled.

-'' Come, dry your tears and come home. I'll be waiting.''

And at that moment, Jimin felt safe and he just knew that things gonna be alright.

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And there you have it. I hope you like the smut, I tried to keep it interesting. Jimin is forever a tease, but he is very emotional as we saw in the end. That vulnerability he only allows Tae to see.  As for Jungkook, Jimin still doesn't know how to act around him. The pure desire and attraction for him is mixing with his mischievous nature which rattles Jungkook's cage often. Jimin is cooky, sly and very clever, but deep down, he is really weak for our detective.

Jungkook, however, is still torn between his anger and his desire, which creates chaos in his mind. He and Jimin were always like fire and oil, and they need Tae to ground them.

Either way, the next chapter will be somewhat calmer and we will hang out with our darling Yoongichi. Until  Friday, take care, darlings 💜💜💜