Made In Hell. [Jikook]

Chapter 12: fell. (M)

Warning: Smut. (Face-fucking, rimming, dregadatory terms, degradation kink, humiliation kink, overstimulation, exhibitionism, slight feminisation, name-calling.) You have been warned.

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Third POV.

JM struts towards Jungkook's door with his white Chanel bag on his hand that he, of course, has stolen as he is starting to silence his footsteps by walking slowly and cups his ear on the plain black door.

No sounds of people moaning, so it should be a good time to go in, right?

JM exhales, as he unlocks the door slowly and steps in. He makes sure to lock the door back, too.

As JM walks slowly towards the kitchen, the whole house is silent, with absolutely no lights on. Meaning that both Jimin and Jungkook have fallen asleep. Though JM is positive that they've fallen asleep on a separate bed.

It's late at night when JM arrives back from wasting his time outside alone. Just enjoying the calming night breeze as he can easily vanished towards the places that he wants to go.

JM drops the Chanel bag on top of the dining table lazily as he picks himself a glass of a red wine to drink, brushing his purple hair towards the back while doing so when suddenly, he feels a familiar energy behind him, and he smiles. "Where did you go earlier?"

Jungkook says with his low voice, since Jimin is still asleep inside of his own room. JM turns around to his back, just to see Jungkook's perfectly shirtless sculptured body on full display, along with his full sleeve tattoos that's glowing like the sun as he crosses his arms on his chest.

The whole thing is enough to make JM begins to starving with wants. But since the house is dark, he pretends to plays it cool. "I was at the mall."

"JM, it's 3 a.m. late at night." Jungkook says while JM just continues to drink the red wine that he has poured down. "And why do you care?"

"Because-" Jungkook pauses when he realizes that he doesn't have any proper explaination as to why he even bother to asked him, as he shakes his head. "Nevermind." Jungkook replies instead. But then, he proceeds to take the bottle of wine as he pours his drink into his glass, before he drinks it. "Anyways, your friend have visited me earlier." Jungkook says, as JM frowns. "Friends?"

"Hoseok the sin of Envy and Yoongi the sin of Wrath. Do you know them?"

"Oh..." Jimin nods as a yes, as he continues to sips his wine. "What did they do?"

"Asked me about Jimin." Jungkook sighs as he leans his back against the kitchen table in all his glory. It makes JM eager to touch him so bad...

"About what?"

"Won't tell you. The question is weird. And they asked me about you, too."

"What?" JM pauses, as Jungkook shrugs. "They're weird." JM goes silent, accept that his eyes are constantly wondering around Jungkook's body. And since Jungkook was having fun with Jimin, why not trying to mess with him a little bit?

Jungkook is supposed to be his, after all. "So what about me?" JM says, as he walks closer towards Jungkook. The exorcist looks into his dark purple eyes. His tattoos are flashing a golden lights, because of how close they are. JM doesn't know what's the tattoo can do to him, but he guess it's okay as long as Jungkook doesn't let his magic out. "What?"