Last Time

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That same scent of expensive cologne filled his nose yet again, why the fuck was he back? Jungkook had told him not even a day ago that it would be the last time they would get together like this.

Knock knock

Jungkook sighed and sat up, stretching as he stood. He strolled over to the door and pulled it open,greeted by the same pretty face as yesterday.

"Can I help you, jimin-shii?"

He smirked, sunglasses slightly slipping down his nose as he titled his head, "Didn't you miss me?"jungkook furrowed his eyebrows and began to shut the door, only for jimin to slip inside his apartment. Jungkook stopped and stared at him, too tired to argue with any bullshit he may spout.

After a few minutes of jimin whistling to himself and poking around his apartment, jimin turned towards jungkook.

"You haven't seen my rings, have you?"

Oh.

Jungkook cleared his throat, "No, I haven't. I thought you took it with you yesterday.."
Jimin grinned, "That's fine. I'll just have to get a new one. Well, I'm sure I'll see you again soon."
Before leaving jimin planted a small kiss on jungkook's cheek.

Jungkook grabbed his wrist, staring
him in the eyes intently.
"Don't mess around with me, jimin-shii. I know why you're here. You keep doing this."
Jimin grinned yet again, he liked it when jungkook took control.

He was so forward with things, it made jimin nauseous in the best way possible. Only jungkook could make him feel this way,
perhaps it was the way he was so direct, so strict, so dominating.

Jungkook's unwavering gaze was still fixed upon him, as if he was forcing jimin into submission.
"I'm here for my rings, dickhead. What? Did you want another taste of last night?
Did you think you'd hear me moaning your name again? Huh, jungkook-shii~"

Jungkook let go of his wrist. He'd left a mark.

"your rings aren't here, you can go now."

"But you don't want me to."

Jungkook clucked his tongue, making a tsk sound. Jimin was right, as much as he hated to admit it, he had become accustomed to jimin's visits. He revelled in the thought he was the only one that
could force jimin into the crying, screaming mess that shaped each night they were together.

He thought jimin was beautiful, and he wanted him to himself.
Jimin took his hand, then his other.
"Come on, just once more?"
Jungkook thought about it for a moment.

He did have very strong negative feelings toward jimin, but was it hate? He knew there was a
lingering of lust there for him, the urge to mark jimin as his own. He didn't love him at all, he just liked to use him. Yeah, that was it.He was using jimin, that was all.

He dove forward, planting a kiss on jimin's lips. Jimin smiled widely, "I knew you'd come around."

The tensity of the kiss had knocked jimin slightly back, his glasses falling in the process. Jungkook had one arm wrapped around his waist. He lifted him up, placing him on the kitchen counter.

"You know this is the last time."

"Shut up and fuck me."