After Jimin's break-up with Yoongi, Jin suggests that Jimin "embrace his submissiveness" and claims to have someone that CAN help him. Jimin agrees, not knowing just how serious Jin is. Next thing Jimin knows he is on a private jet with an intense...
"Jungkook, go open the door. That must be Jimin." Namjoon says.
I get up and go to the door, and open it to find a small extremely attractive boy standing there.
"Oh hi," he smiles an adorable smile that shrinks his eyes and flattens his cute nose. "I'm Jimin."
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~A/N: ^What Jimin is wearing... Minus the hat and his hair is blond. Oh and don't mind Taetae, Yoongi, and the edge of Jungkookie in the background🤭😂
I smile back but don't offer my name, stepping aside to let him in. "It's good to meet you."
"Yeah, you too." he took off his shoes and walked toward the den with me behind him.
We found Jin on Namjoon's lap in the chair, their faces close, talking quietly in between small kisses. Namjoon's fingers lightly trail across the steel band at Jin's throat.
"Jimin is here." I announced, used to their displays of affection, and apparently Jimin is too.
"Yes, I'm here and hungry. Please feed me." he pouts his lips cutely as Jin hops off Namjoon's lap and skips over to hug him.
"Are you trying to be cute, you little brat?" Jin ruffles Jimin's hair and kisses his cheek.
Jimin doesn't reply, but he stops pouting, following Jin into the kitchen.
"So, what do you think?" Namjoon asks and I turn my eyes away from the doorway that Jimin and Jin just disappeared through.
"Hyung, he's gorgeous."
Namjoon nods. "So, do you want him or not?"
"I think so. But let's see how tonight goes."
Jimin's POV-
I stare openly at the extremely attractive man across the table from me.
He is fucking sexy. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt and black jeans, but everything about him is delicious. The shirt clings just right and his tattoos make me drool; his dark eyes seem to see everything, his small pink lips captivate me, and that careless look to his silky black hair... I almost moan looking at it. Oh, and bitch, don't even get me started on the lip ring. I want to tug on it with my teeth, want to know how it would feel against my—
"Jimin!" Jin snaps me out of my lustful reverie and I turn to him, slightly annoyed.
"What?"
"Stop staring at the guest and answer my question!"
"What question? And why? He's hot." My eyes drift back toward this guest, and find his eyes already staring into mine.
I wink, and watch his lip ring as he smirks, biting my lip in response.
"Jimin." Namjoon says sternly, and I look at him, giving up my staring contest.
He doesn't say anything, and I assume he just wants me to listen to Jin. So, I reluctantly turned back toward Jin. "What?"
"What did Taemin say about giving you that dance job back?"
I tilt my head, smiling as I remember the disappointed look on Taemin's face when I quit, and then the look of eager joy when I asked him about it about two days ago.
"He told me it's mine when I want it." I answer, smiling. "But you know I don't dance without Hobi."
"You dance?" the stranger's voice is extraordinarily mellow, and I suddenly think that I'd like to hear him sing.
I nod at him, and he arches an eyebrow. "Don't nod at me. Use your voice. I want to hear it." his lovely voice snaps out, still smooth, but there's an almost annoyed tone under it.
I wondered what was up with that—his tone suggesting my nodding had bothered him in some way, curious as to why he reacted that way—as I immediately voiced my answer, wanting to fix whatever I did wrong.
"Yes, I dance. I went to school for it and everything. I used to want to..." That doesn't matter anymore.
"Yes?" The stranger says.
"I was a stripper." I say quickly, hoping it will make this conversation awkward enough for him to drop it. I don't want to think about what my dreams used to be. They don't matter now. I failed.
He doesn't drop it. "What did you used to want to do?" he tilts his head as he asks, his voice gentle and his eyes attentive.
"It doesn't matter." I say, and look toward Namjoon. "Excuse me."
I get up head toward the bathroom, escaping the prodding questions, before I could get started on answering them. Because if I poured all of my troubles on this man, he would run away. And I'm not sure why, but I really don't want that.
Jungkook's POV-
I watch Jimin disappear around the corner, thinking about his sexy arrogant smirk that I want to bite. Thinking about how he almost unconsciously obeys when Namjoon speaks confidently... Wondering at the poignant look in his eyes, that disappeared as quickly as it showed up, but not quick enough for me to miss it, when I asked him about dancing.. Considering the careless tone he used to try to steer me away from the subject. Imagining what his body would look like as he dances, owning that body...
I look at Namjoon. "I want him. If he's up for it, tell him to pack. I will leave in two days."
I get up and leave the house, hoping that Jimin chooses to let me mentor him. I want him to be my sub-in-training, maybe even my boy, for a period of time until he's ready to leave and knows what he needs.
But first we, Jimin and I, need to discuss this so he knows what he's getting into, and can tell me what he thinks he can handle.
I can't wait.
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