Therapy | Jinmin ✔️

Twenty-Seven

Jin pushed at Jimin's hand that was trying to strip him out of his clothes in the hallway.

"Wait, the kids-"

"Should be asleep." Jimin spun Jin around and pressed him against the door ceasing his hand behind his back as he lifted Jin's shirt and tugged his shorts down his legs. "Take them off." He orders Jin, whose entire body ignites with a burning desire, hearing Jimin's order. He glanced over his shoulder and watched Jimin, who was unbuckling his pants, before he turned to do what Jimin ordered him to do.

His heart was still pounding against his chest, and his mind was at war with what his body and heart were desiring. Closing his eyes, he presses his forehead against the door, telling himself it was only for one night. Jimin was only there for one night; he was drunk and would be gone by the morning.

He jolted a little at the feeling of Jimin's arm encircled around his waist and pulls him closer to him. Then another hand pushes him forward to bend over. He did as Jimin was positioning him to do and rest both hands for comfort on the doorframe spreading his legs in the process. His body shivers as he felt the tip of Jimin's cock rub against his entrance. Bracing himself for Jimin to enter, he held his breath and soon released it as nothing happened.

Glancing behind him, his eyes met Jimin's, who had a smirk on, "you are so needy for me."

"I- Fuck!" he screams aloud as Jimin thrust into him, jolting him forward against the door. Grabbing hold of Jin's hips, Jimin grips him into place and pounds into him, "You missed me fucking like this, didn't you?" he grunts while continuing his hard and fast thrust into a whimpering Jin.

Jin could feel his knees becoming weak, and his palms were sweating against the door; he was trying to keep his moans under control, keeping the kids in mind, but Jimin was showing no mercy to his ass, so it was a hard thing for him to do.

Pulling out of Jin, Jimin spread Jin's legs wider to his liking and plunge four fingers inside of him, thrusting them inside of him as he reaches between Jin's leg and strokes his member; he felt Jin push back against his fingers and his thighs involuntarily clasp together as his body shakes and his previously stifled moans became more piercing.

Retracting his fingers and letting go of Jin's cock, Jimin turns him to face him, picking him up and pressing him against the door, making Jin wrap his legs around his waist as he joins their lips, kissing him hungrily. Jin laced his fingers through Jimin's hair, kissing him back with the same hunger and aching desire to have more of him.

He gasped between their kiss when Jimin plunge back into him; he tried pulling back from their kiss to catch his breath, but Jimin didn't allow him too; he deepened their kissing, thrusting his tongue into Jin's mouth as he continues pounding his cock into him bringing Jin over the edge. Jimin grunts as he felt Jin's hole tightened around his cock, and his thrust became more forceful.

"Look at me while I am fucking you." Jimin orders as he pulls away from their kiss; Jin had his head tilted against the door, breathing and moaning heavily; he tried looking at Jimin, but he was a mess, as Jimin thrust was nonstop, his body was shivering, he could feel the aching strain between his legs from being spread and wrapped around Jimin's waist.

"Kiss me," Jimin whispers against his lips, and he thrust harder into Jin as their lips collide with one another. He bit onto Jin's bottom lip, receiving a moan from him, and pressed into him, thrusting harder. Jin could feel Jimin's cock expanding inside of him, and Jimin's thrust became even more stimulating as he chased his orgasm, slamming in and out of Jin's hole, he explodes his cum into him.

With their forehead pressed against each other, their breathing erratic, they stared into one another eyes as Jimin thrust slowly, riding out his release.

After a while, Jimin pulls out of Jin, leading Jin to stand up, but Jin gripped the door handle to keep himself steady. He watched Jimin pull up his pants while staring at him. "Do you still hate me?" Jimin asked while fixing his clothes.

"I-I do."

"Understandable. How's life been? I don't see you working. Did you give up on being a therapist?"

"That's none of your business." Jin bends down and grabs his shorts, putting it on, and fixes his shirt. He walks past Jimin and heads to the kitchen in desperate need of something to drink.

While he searches the fridge for a bottle of water, he could hear Jimin entering the kitchen, "is it me, or do you appear to be upset with me?"

Jin turns to face him, "Is that a real question? Of course, I am mad at you; you killed my daughter's father, almost had me killed. Killed other people in front of me, including my assistant, and you named my son without my consent. Then you had the nerve to walk out on me after all the shit you did as if you expected me to go back to living life like everything is fucking fine! I am seeing a therapist who doesn't understand shit I am trying to say because how do I explain I can't get over someone who is a sick fuck. I am not only upset with you, but I fucking hate you!"

Jimin walks over to Jin, who was trembling while he held on tightly to the water bottle, "why are you trying to get over me, and why would you hate me for cleaning up the unwanted flees in your life? Junsu was my father's name, he was a good man, thought it would be perfect for your son, didn't know you would hate it." he leans forward and kisses Jin's lips, "did you know I come by here every night, to check on you and the kids, usually leave after you turn off the lights, but tonight you looked out the window, inviting me in. When I saw you looking, I knew you missed me."

"I didn't miss you-"

"Yet you are talking to your therapist about me, and you are asking Hoseok about me."

"H-how did you know I asked Hoseok about you?" Jin asked with his eyes wide.

Jimin smirked, "I didn't, but you just confirmed it."

"Fuck you!"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, "already needy for round two?"

"Please go home!" Jin said, pushing past Jimin leaving the kitchen only for Jimin to follow him to the bedroom. "I like how you are telling me to go home but leading me to your bedroom," Jimin said as he enters Jin's room and pushes the door close.

Jin turns to face him, "why are you here, Jimin?"

"I keep thinking about you, Seokjin."

"What, regretting you didn't kill me?"

"Come on, you have seen me kill before; if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago. I mean, don't get me wrong, I had every intention of killing you, but somehow you became more valuable alive than dead."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Aren't you the one with the degree and shit? I will leave it for you to figure out. Now get your ass over here; I am nowhere near being done with you."