General Jeon (Jikook)

chapter twenty-seven

(I wrote this listening to house of balloons)
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'You'll be my little secret.'

-The Beautiful Secret-

Jimin kissed like he lived.

Shy, timid, and unsure. But always with the intention of pleasing. Always with the intention of making Jungkook proud of him.

He was so delicate, so inexperienced compared to Jungkook, and yet he put every ounce of his being into the general whenever they were together, as if the prospect of Jungkook being disappointed in him absolutely terrified the boy.

Jungkook knew this.

He felt the way that everytime they were together Jimin would clench his shirt, hands shyly on his chest and yet fisting the fabric as if he was scared the man would one day decide he wasn't good enough.

That one day Jungkook would leave.

Little did he know that Jungkook never kissed like this, kissing with his whole being as if he was making himself fully transparent to the blind boy.

Jungkook never kissed how he lived, but he did for Jimin.

He kissed possessive, hungry, and with the intention to claim. Dominance exuded from him every time he devoured the boy, and it pleased him like nothing else how Jimin would completely lay himself bare, giving his body to the raven as if he there wasn't a bone in him that could defy.

Jimin was crafted to submit.

"My little secret." He whispered into Jimin's hair that day the boy had admitted his shameful desires. "Your my beautiful little secret Jimin, and I am yours." He would finish, gazing into the boys eyes as if he was a drug addict and Jimin was his fucking heroin.

Silence was all that met him. Silence and that timid nod of Jimin's head showing that he understood, and would once again obey.

Jimin nodded his head because he knew better. He knew that these were just innocent kisses, and probably nothing to someone like Jungkook.

He knew that for whatever reason, Jungkook wanted to kiss him. He knew that he should be grateful, and not ask questions. That they were friends and he was giving a requested favor, and that he shouldn't desire to be more.

Yet when Jungkook uttered the word secret as if it was the simplest title in the world, Jimin couldn't help but feel his small chest tighten, as if it felt wrong to call them that after what they had just done.

What did they just do?

Jimin still didn't have a title for it.

Still, he couldn't resist the idea of it. Still, every time he laid on the bed and Jungkook kissed him he didn't fight.

Jimin only planted his hands on the tall ravens chest and clenched his shirt as tight as he could. Every time he did though, the same question couldn't help but pop up in his head.

What was this?

(Currently)

"You each will be assigned a specific plant. You're task for this is to grow it, water it, and keep it alive to the end of the 6 months you're here. This will work on your natural farming skills, and responsibility for taking care of another. Any questions?" Jin asks the group, everyone lined up in front of the farming area as they slowly nod their heads.