Wʜᴇʀᴇ Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴏғ Pᴀʀᴋ Jɪᴍɪɴ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ

As the awareness came back to the boy the next morning, his mouth left a groan and his throat felt parched alongside his horrible head thumping pain. His eyes found a bottle of water and an empty glass by the table. Not bothering to pour the water in the glass, he lunged towards the edge and his hands reached for the water bottle to gulp it all down.

A shatter of the glass brought his mother to knock on the door. "Good morning, honey." She barged in. 

Jungkook looked up, momentarily unaware of his surrounding. "Good morning, mom. Why does my head hurt so much?" He looked down on his own body and smelled the alcohol from the clothes. 

"You went pretty wild for the first night out." She chuckled and rolled his hair up. "Take a shower and I will send in the food. Your father had to leave and he will be back next week." Mrs. Jeon informed as she began to walk out. 

Jungkook huffed and picked up his phone. Just as his screen unlocked, a video resumed playing. "Do you know that if I kiss you, I will need all of you? Do you know that I told you to be yourself and you are safe? That includes me too. You are safe from me but if you kiss me, I can't guarantee your safety. My number is 32476587. When you wake up tomorrow, you go through this and if you still feel like kissing me, call me."

At first, Jungkook's mind started to recollect the memories associated with this perfect man on his phone, and then he saw the camera flipped to show him acting all baby-like. His eyes widened, and breathe caught in his lungs with embarrassment. 

He shoved the phone under the pillow to make it stop but this had all happened already. Even if he deleted the video, it would not turn back time. With oblique eyes, he dared to look at the video once more and a hearty smile formed on his lips which flipped to a groan as he proceeded towards the end.

He recollected everything, specially how Jimin made him pee, him throwing up and the most prominent one was him asking Jimin to kiss.  "Should I call him?" Jungkook took his time, a whole day to be precise.

As he laid on the bed, he finally thought to at least thank the man. As the phone rang on the other side, his heartbeat thumped louder against his chest, and just as he heard a honeyed and familiar voice from last night, he bailed. 

Jimin looked at the number and tilted his head. He was anxiously waiting for someone's call so he did not delay calling back after the call disconnected. Jungkook's phone rang and he stared at it as if it will jump at him any moment. 

His hands worked on their own as he picked up with tremble in his finger and sweat on his palms. "Hello!" 

"Hey, I thought to call back, I just received a call from your end," Jimin spoke. 

"Uh- I don't know if you remember anything about last night at the bar." As Jungkook spoke, Jimin's heart sped up in glee and his lips stretched into a big smile, recognizing the voice. 

"It's Jungkook. I remember." Jimin interrupted. 

"Oh! You do." Jungkook got inside his blanket and hid his face. 

"I almost lost hope that you would call." Jimin chuckled. Jungkook also laughed nervously. "So? Do I get another date?"

"Was it a date?" Jungkook smiled.

"Technically no. I did not ask you but this could be one. What do you say Jungkook?" 

"But I am not drinking on this one." 

Jimin guffawed and they went on talking for about 15 more minutes. Jungkook slept all excited and so did Jimin thinking about the next day when they were meeting for some milkshakes and hamburgers. 

The next day, Jungkook excitedly walked out of the house after saying goodbye to his mother and an older brother who had come back home from work. He saw Jimin's car waiting outside the main gate and rushed. As Jimin saw him approaching, he got out. Their eyes met and Jungkook smiled, trying his best to hide the hint of blush and Jimin reciprocated. 

"You look adorable." Jimin checked Jungkook out from his hair that was silky and fallen on his forehead, his yellow hoodie that was loose, his baby blue tight denim, to his white and yellow sneakers.  

"And you look breath-taking," Jungkook spoke slowly, eyes involuntarily remaining at Jimin's lips that were covered with pink lips gloss. 

"After you." Jimin opened the door for Jungkook and the boy felt that the older was way too comparable to his older brother or even his father. They were all very chivalrous. Nevertheless, Jungkook got in after thanking Jimin and they drove off. 

The first date went amazingly well. Jimin made Jungkook very comfortable that the younger could talk, laugh and share things with him, including how he sometimes felt like he was being monitored way too much by his dad. He even went ahead to say that he would rather date a civilian than any military man as he had far too many of those in his own house. Jimin could not tell Jungkook the entire truth after that.

They went on dates after dates. Jungkook decided to introduce Jimin to his family after a few months, unaware that the family already knew Jimin, but the older had to go away for 3 months. He lied that he had to travel to Turkey for a business deal. Of course, the younger had no reason to doubt him. Neither Jungkook's family told him anything. 

For 3 months, Jungkook waited keenly for Jimin's arrival. As the day approached, he went to the Airport to surprise the man. When he waited at the arrivals feeling giddy excitement, he imagined how he would just jump on the man and hug him. He promised himself he would not cry thinking back to the times when he literally did while missing Jimin, but he already was faltering on that front as tears pooled in his eyes.

Just as he saw the man, his smile shrunk down. Jimin had few bruises on his face and he was in military uniform. Jungkook's legs remained cemented to the ground and he did not speak. The Army man spotted the younger and he knew he had a lot of explaining to do, which he was not prepared for, at all.

As Jimin moved ahead, Jungkook's tears rolled out of his eyes thinking about how he has been lying to him for 8 months. "I think we should talk," Jimin spoke slowly and tried to hold Jungkook's palm but the boy retreated his steps. "Honey, please. Let me explain."

"Why?" Jungkook just asked. 

"That's what I meant by explaining," Jimin sighed and moved ahead again, trying to hold Jungkook but the boy did not let him. "Can we sit properly and talk, baby? This is not how I want this conversation to go." Jimin pointed around the crowd that was rushing out while announcements were blaring on the microphones in the background.

"I won't go anywhere with you." Jungkook ran out and Jimin was suddenly crowded with the military troop. All who came to welcome him and bring him back home. Jimin missed the sight of Jungkook but he had to talk to his men before he could follow the boy. 

Jungkook was running away as his life depended on it and looking for a cab at the same time. The boy did not drive, he did not know how to. It was the only thing his parents did not teach him. He stopped for a breather when a car stopped in front of him and Jimin walked out. "Get in." He asked sternly and Jungkook shook his head. 

"I hate you. I did not hide anything from you and you have been lying to me. You know my dad too, isn't it?" Jimin kept looking at Jungkook and listening to his accusations that weren't wrong. 

"Oh, God! My dad set it all up. It all makes sense now. He wanted to always keep an eye on me and now he did by setting me up with one of his minions." Jungkook pushed Jimin, albeit off guard, the officer remained steady.

"I would never have asked you to call me if I was not genuinely interested in you. Yes, your father did set the date but I only went there out of respect but I stayed there because of you. I really liked you right off the bat."

"You are lying." Jungkook started running away but Jimin could not let him go. He quickly pulled Jungkook off the ground and carried him back to the vehicle while the latter kept kicking and punching the man to get off his grip. If this was an ordinary man, Jungkook would have succeeded even, but the military man was made of steel. 

He shoved Jungkook in the co-passenger seat and locked him with the seat belt while fastening his own. With one hand, he held Jungkook in place by blocking the locking clip so Jungkook could not undo it. 

The boy had stopped struggling and looked out of the window, not wanting to let Jimin see him at all. Jimin drove off to his house. "Come on out," He opened the door as they reached. Jungkook looked in the opposite direction and did not move. Jimin squatted down and reached inside the car, he held Jungkook's face firmly. "Baby, please. I will just talk and then you will be free to go if you want. I won't ever call you." The officer added the last line in a whisper. 

Jungkook got out and Jimin held his hand to walk inside. The place was properly ventilated and luxurious. Jungkook looked around with his curved brows and Jimin took him straight to his bedroom. "Sit here," he made the boy sit on the bed and himself walked towards the wardrobe.

Coming back with a journal, he pushed it towards Jungkook. The boy took it and looked at Jimin. "Open it. See for yourself." Jungkook flipped through pages and saw various notes and pictures of Jungkook, all handmade and hand written. There were entries done by Jimin with dates and Jungkook cried after reading a few of them. Jimin was quick to hug the boy. "Shhh, I just could not lose you like that baby. I really really... Like you."

Jungkook hugged the man back as he let out all the tears. "Jimin," The boy spoke in a small voice, face mushed against Jimin's chest. "I love you too." 

Jimin's lips let out a fond and an airily chuckle at the words. How he wanted to say it to Jungkook all these months he was away. He pulled away and kissed Jungkook's lips. The younger's hands rose up and brushed against Jimin's cheekbones. The kiss was tender and as they pulled away, Jimin looked at desperate Jungkook clinging on to him.

He stood up and started unbuttoning his dress shirt and was quick to remove his pants. Jungkook only watched silently as the man got rid of every fabric of clothing on his body after turning his back on the boy. His ass was so muscled, it was erotic to the younger, perfectly matched to the broad, glistening contours of his back and shoulders. He looked like a Roman gladiator statue in gleaming ebony.

Jungkook gaped as Jimin turned and he saw a scar on his right thigh that looked like a wound in a knife fight. Hard, muscular legs. Long. Sinewy. Merciless shoulders like tank turrets. His pecs were like mountaintops, and his belly looked like a street paved with bricks. And then, Jungkook's eyes moved down to his thick and abundant dick which was hard, he gulped and crossed his legs at the stiffening cock of his own. 

"Come on and feel it, baby."

"What did he say??" Jungkook choked out. "Wh-What?"

"Come on over and feel it. It's okay. You know you want to." Jimin had a strong dominating demeanor. 

Jungkook gulped. "No, I am... Okay."

"Come over here, Jungkook." A command, like a lion's voice had a growling edge left Jimin.

Jungkook got up and couldn't stop himself as he reached out and grasped it. The contact of his hand to Jimin's cock was like grabbing a high-voltage cable, shuddering jolts shot through him. Jungkook looked up cluelessly for Jimin to say something. 

The man that was strict just now, smiled and picked Jungkook up. He slowly let him on down on the bed. Everything was spinning, nothing made sense, nothing was familiar to Jungkook. "Jimin," The boy mumbled. 

"Do you want me to stop?" Jungkook shook his head so quickly that Jimin burst out laughing. "I am taking off your clothes now." Jimin was not shy to pull everything from Jungkook's body. The boy felt a little too exposed but he also loved the anticipation.

He was surprised when Jimin pushed his knees back to his chest, but when the older's head ducked down, his tongue stabbed at the asshole. The sensation was overwhelming and thrilling to the younger. He never felt anything like it before. "Jimin! What are-" Jungkook could hardly talk. Lightning bolts were shooting up from his writhing asshole.  

As Jimin's tongue circled and diddled on Jungkook's rim, jolts of stimulation the boy could barely stand, zapped through him, focusing on his cock and hardening it into an iron stake.

Jungkook was a sweating, panting, hot-to-trot. Jimin pushed his legs even harder onto his chest, and with his feet up in the air, completely vulnerable, he moved into the crotch and centered his giant cock. 

Before Jimin mounted, he lubricated Jungkook's ass with something greasy. Jungkook saw him toss the small tube aside. Then he entered him. Pushed it in like they were old lovers, fast, hard, no apologies. An explosion of pain shot through Jungkook. "Jimin! IT HURTS!" Jimin hugged him tighter. 

"It gets better, I promise baby." Jimin stretched him to the max. Tears ran down Jungkook's cheeks and he prayed it would be over soon. He did not imagine in his life that this would be so painful. Jimin began thrusting, bringing a scream from Jungkook each time.

Slowly, it hurt less and the screams turned to little moans. "Like it now?"

Jungkook closed his eyes. It did feel good. Jimin's lusty lunges pumped him into a growing frenzy to the point where he was a piece of meat on a stick roasting over a fire, never burning, never splitting open, just cooking to the perfection of pleasure. He gradually began to get the feeling he could not believe. He was going to cum. Jungkook's whole body felt fiery, and he knew he was submitting.

Plowing him deeply, Jimin kept the rhythm. The veins and textures of his cock rubbing over Jungkook's straining stretched asshole felt to Jungkook like he would die of pleasure. With few more powerful thrusts, his whole body lurched in an orgasm, sputtering his jism in a climax. 

When Jimin was finished with him and pulled out, Jungkook was barely conscious. He laid bare, spurts of Jimin's cum sliding from his ass. The older was now on the bed and Jungkook was on top of him, barely moving. "Inform your parents you are staying the night." Jimin kissed Jungkook's head repeatedly only to realize that the boy was purring softly in his sleep. 

"I am sorry I was so hard on you." He rolled the boy down carefully, his heart almost broke, recollecting the screams and tears he heard and saw. Finally, he claimed his boy whom he would stick together with, until he inhaled the last puff of breath. 

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Fluff and Smut.

16 Aug 2021

Age gap - 6 years ( JK 20, JM 26)