Slave to a King | Jinkook

Five

Jin's hand trembled as he tried lifting his shirt upward, he was hoping the King would tell him to stop, maybe say he was joking, but there was no sound from him. He almost began to wonder if he was still in the same room with him.

Although Jimin had done a great deal of explaining to him regarding his reason for being in the Kingdom, he had not expected things to escalate this quickly or for the person in conversation to be none other than the King.

"When I told you slowly, I didn't expect you to move this slow. Remove your clothes already."

Inhaling a deep breath, Jin closed his eyes, removing his shirt; he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, feeling the cold air on his skin as he shivered. Taking another deep breath, he opened his eyes. He began folding his shirt, not wanting it to become wrinkled, and considering the form of material, he knew it could quickly happen.

Jungkook stared at him, already bored by his actions; he should have known anyone of Jimin's choosing would not be fit for his taste.

Jin could feel a whirlwind of butterflies in his stomach from his nervousness as he unbuttoned his pants. His fingers trembled to work their way to remove it down his legs. When he got his pants off, he folded it neatly and placed it on top of the shirt that he had rested on the chair next to him.

His heart began beating faster upon realizing he was almost entirely naked, and the King was watching him as he got undressed. He had never gotten undress in front of anyone besides his parents, and that had been a very long time ago, even before he was a teenager.

Hearing the King click his tongue, Jin hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and slid them off. He didn't want to anger the King; it was the last thing he wanted to happen, and as he thought about his parents and the care they were receiving, he would hate for it to be suspended due to his hesitation to do what he had been hired for.

Sliding out of his underwear, he folds it, placing it with the other articles of clothing he had stripped away.

Taking a full view of Jin's backside, Jungkook cleared his throat, "turn around and look at me." he orders and waits impatiently as Jin turns to face him, with his eyes to the ground.

"Am I down there? Why do you keep looking elsewhere when I have told you to look at me?" he asks, moving closer towards Jin, who, without much thinking, takes a step back.

Lifting his head, he looks up at Jungkook, "s-sorry."

"Who exactly are you apologizing to?"

"I-I am sorry, my King."

Jungkook didn't say anything; he took a step back from Jin and began walking around him, examining his body and features that stood out to him as he looked at him. "Are you a virgin?"

"Y-yes."

"Is there an issue with your tongue? Why do you stumble with every response?"

Jin took a deep breath, trying to calm his beating heart; he had recognized it now that the King had mentioned it, he was hesitating with every word because of how nervous he was. "Sorry, your presence makes me nervous."

"As it should," Jungkook said as he surprises Jin and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling his body to his, making Jin gasp aloud. "There is no need to concern yourself with me taking you tonight, but let this be a warning; the next time I walk into a room and tell you to strip, I expect no hesitation and those trembling fingers, I don't want to see it ever again. If you came here, you should know why you are here. The innocent skit you are showcasing for others will not work around me, nor do I find it attractive. Do you understand?"