Jimin has never been to a shooting range, before. Neither has he brandished a gun. He is nervous, but he's also excited. He needs to learn how to protect himself and use a gun, especially considering the fact he keeps making enemies. Jeongguk has things he needs to do. He won't always be there to help him when he's in danger. That's just how it is.
It has been a few days since the break in at the club. Jimin has been doing fine, yet still struggling with his guilt, and Taehyung made it through surgery. He's been recovering at the hospital and Namjoon has been staying with him to keep him safe.
"What's on your mind?" Jimin looks to his left as soon as a deep, groggy morning voice beckons a response.
Being able to see Jeongguk like this still makes Jimin's heart race, even after all that they have been through. Messy, blond hair laying perfectly against the white pillow case. A seraphic glow lain gently over his honey skin, welcomed by the small part within the curtains. One thing Jimin most definitely always finds himself entranced by is the ink adorning his arm. The tattoos are so beautifully executed. A masterpiece on a masterpiece.
"Keep looking at me like that and you'll give me no choice but to eat you up, Darling," Jeongguk husks quietly, pushing some of his blond hair out of his pretty, big, brown eyes.
Jimin giggles, admiring Jeongguk's lazy smile built purely of affection. "You don't scare me, Mister. Come here and eat me up. I dare you." Another burst of laughter as Jeongguk crawls over top of him, studying him intently from above.
"It's been a little bit, hasn't it? You haven't forgotten your place, have you, Darling?" Fingertip running down Jimin's jaw, the latter's smile dissolves as excitement takes over. As his stomach pushes and pulls with anticipation, his craving for contact surfaces.
"I haven't, Master. I'm your little toy. I remember." Jimin's palms run up and down Jeongguk's bare, hot chest. He blinks up at him coyly, pulling on his plump bottom lip.
Big hands move over Jimin's upper chest, fitting around his neck. Some pressure is placed and he gasps softly with watering eyes, thrumming with elation. Jeongguk's thumbs prod with certain care but also calculated precision against his throat.
"M-Master... smoke" he croaks, moving against the bed. Jeongguk releases his neck and massages into it carefully and in a circular motion, looking Jimin in his watering eyes while in the process.
"How did that make you feel, Darling?" Jeongguk questions.
"It f-felt good." Jimin's cheeks brush over in a dainty red and his messy black hair moves around as he readjusts beneath Jeongguk's reassuring mass.
Jeongguk smiles. "Good." His thumb pushes against Jimin's tempting bottom red lip as he marvels at his strewn beauty. "Let's get washed up. We're going to the shooting range today. I know the owner. It'll be just the both of us."
"Okay." Jimin grows excited at the news. Jeongguk crawls off of him and he's wearing nothing but a pair of pitch black briefs, highlighting the toned muscles of his glutes and thighs. His waist is thin, drastically small in contrast to the broadness of his shoulders and sculpted upper back. He truly is a work of art.
It isn't long after that Jimin pulls himself out of bed. He shivers faintly at the temperature shift while removing the blanket from over top of him. His small feet sprawl over the carpet as he tugs his favourite robe over his body, pattering after Jeongguk to meet him in the bathroom. The man is already naked, standing in the shower, soaking wet.
Jimin hangs his robe on the hook screwed into the door. He undresses himself and steps into the shower, joining Jeongguk. The both of them brush their teeth first thing and proceed with shampoo and conditioner.
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