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sinner's paradise: Jikook🖤

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Jimin and Jungkook do not date in this!
Dom! female lead, sub! Jungkook/Jimin, bdsm, humiliation, blood, chains, spitting kink...just a lot of kinks in general. This is really nasty lol...

Long chapter ahead.
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Rude Boy ~ Rihanna
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Nobody's pov-

"SHIT!" Jeon Jungkook cursed to himself as he smashed his fingers against the controller he was holding. He had been playing over watch and was getting quite frustrated with the game.

It especially hurt his pride since he was so good at the game.

"Jungkook, could you keep it down a bit? I'm trying to concentrate." Jimin mumbled from the bathroom down the hall.

Jungkook nodded although Jimin couldn't see him. "Sorry, hyung." He said.

He continued to play the game and thirty minutes later he could hear Jimin turning off the lights to the bathroom and stepping out.

Jimin and Jungkook were close friends and also roommates. They lived in a two bedroom studio apartment on the "uptown" part of their city.

Jungkook was only 21 while Jimin was 23, however Jungkook did look a bit older. He was taller and buffer. Although Jimin had a great shape and he was still tall himself, Jungkook had him beat.

"Okay, Jungkook. I'm out." Jimin said, placing on his coat. Jungkook didn't respond and instead nodded his head, too wrapped up in the game.

Jimin sighed to himself and left the apartment, being sure to lock the door behind him since he knew Jungkook wouldn't do it anytime soon.

The 23 year old stuffed his hands in his pockets as he made his way down the stairs of their apartment building. He entered the lobby only to exit seconds later, stepping outside to hear the sounds of beeping car horns and rowdy pedestrians.

He knew he would probably have to take the subway since it was done heavy traffic. This was how it was every Saturday night whenever he left the apartment. Currently, it was 7:00 pm. He needed to be at his destination in another hour or else there would be consequences.

As he walked down the sidewalk he lit a cigarette, wanting to smoke one before he got on the train where he wouldn't be able to. He kept his eyes trained ahead the entire time.

It wasn't long before he was at the station, standing next to the others as he waited for his train to approach.

Jimin was giddy. He was always excited whenever Saturday nights rolled around. He got dressed in black clothing, coated his cheeks with light pink blush and painted his eyes with black eye liner. His lips with a thin sheet of clear lip gloss, strawberry flavored - just as she liked it.

He wore a coat so that his marks were hidden. The scratches and bruises kept away from the eyes of those who would judge and instead saved for those who admired them.

Jimin smiled to himself as he sat on his seat in the train, keeping to himself as his mind flooded with thoughts of her. The woman whom he loved to visit every Saturday night for a good fuck, a good beating and an even better time.