Each person that passes the car Jimin sits in causes his stomach to stir. He's been waiting in the passenger seat of Jeongguk's vehicle, amount of time unknown spent in biting silence. He's toying with his fingers, still left floating in some kind of mist, high with the ghost of the blond's fingers over his skin. Not only is Jimin thinking about this, but he's forced to think about the fact that Jeongguk is beating the absolute shit out of Daeshim. He isn't scared. But he's nervous, because there's a chance that his dominant could get caught.
How foolish of him, though, to think that such a thing could be possible. From the corner of his eye, Jimin can see Jeongguk emerging from the apartment complex with his fingers curled lazily around one of the backpack straps. He hones in on the vibrant shade of red coating the man's knuckles and his heart sinks - not regarding Daeshim's fate.
The second Jeongguk climbs into the car, it's with struggling control that Jimin keeps his hands to himself, practicing restraint. As much as he yearns to inspect the blond's knuckles, they need to leave the apartment complex, just in case. The vehicle is started and very soon they're taking off in the direction of Jeongguk's home.
The drive is silent, mostly because Jimin desires to give Jeongguk the space that he needs. But it's clear that he doesn't need any, because there's a bloodied hand felt snaking up and down his leg. A warm palm cups the inside of his thigh, melting him. He peers to his left to find Jeongguk's lips tugged upward very faintly. This makes Jimin smile and he looks down into his lap, tracing his forefinger with such delicate care over his dominant's knuckles.
"I didn't end his life, Darling. I'm going to kill him, but slowly, so he understands that his actions have consequences. Death is an easy escape. He doesn't deserve something as simple," Jeongguk speaks up calmly, fingers slack over the wheel.
Jimin peers up at Jeongguk with his brows furrowed softly in confusion. However it isn't long before they soften into gentle curves. Because he takes note of the blond's body language, assessing pieces of him. Despite his knuckles being compromised with crimson, they're still a calming shade of honey. He's slack-jawed and although he's observant, constantly on high alert, there is a prominent exhibition of mellow seasoned over his eyes. He's known for being in control, and right now is certainly no exception. Even if he is a criminal, getting away with things punishable by law, it's outstanding. His brilliance is outstanding.
From this point on, it's quiet until they reach Jeongguk's home. The car hasn't yet been turned off and silently, Jimin wonders why. He looks up and realizes that his dominant is waiting for him to speak up - to ask whatever it may be that's on his mind. And he remembers just how transparent he is.
"You have questions," Jeongguk points out while he removes the elastic from his blond hair. It rains down either side of his face and Jimin admires it as it does so. "So ask."
Jimin's teeth sink down into his full bottom lip, but gently. There are so many questions drifting in his mind, tangled up, that it nearly seems impossible to reach out and grab one. He's prying hard and he manages to choose that of which has been eating away at not only his mind and stomach, but his heart.
He acknowledges that he still has boundaries. But Jeongguk has beckoned a query and so he obeys, lifting his head to meet the man's eyes. He swallows down thickly, managing to speak up after a moment's struggle. "Well, you and Daeshim were talking about money... about using people to get money. I'm just wondering, Jeongguk... am I one of those people? Are you using me? I won't be upset if you say yes. I just want to know-" Jimin is interrupted as the man leans over the console and captures his lips.
Jimin whines into the kiss quietly, unsuspecting of the hand that settles on the side of his neck and the other that lands on his upper thigh. He's breathless as Jeongguk sucks gingerly on his tongue, drawing goosebumps over his skin. It's the perfect combination of slow passion and dominance. He's panting softly once the blond retreats, pulling on his full bottom lip in a trained motion.
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