My Sire || Jikook

☆29. Sexual Excitement, Blood & Bullets☆

🌼 WARNING ⚠️:

Depiction of Mature Content;

▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻
▪︎ Kisses 🧸🎀
▪︎ Sexual Tension 🧊💦

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A huge fancy and beautiful hall, it had black luxurious black sleek tiered seating in rows filled with people.

On a raised glassed platform right infront of the seats, a man in a black suit was standing at a glassed podium with microphone and a small digital screen installed over.

Right in the middle of that platform a beautiful black shiny vintage car was on the display, slowly rotating in a glassed box. The glassed ceiling above the hall was making it to shine under the moonlight as if it was made of diamonds.

Like a theater a huge screen was displaying the car's details at the front.

While, Jimin was still had worn Jungkook's coat on over his skimpy black jumpsuit and thigh-high Butterflies printed socks, hugging onto that bouquet of baby pink and white roses.

He was sitting on one of those black tiered seats, in a row that was higher than all people's seats but still not the highest in the hall. His row completely vacant. Away from the rest of the people. Only his Sire was seated right beside him on his left, still in his black fitted vest over rolled-up-sleeved black dress shirt and pants.

A Bluetooth earpiece tuck into Jungkook's left ear when he was reading through a magazine casually, not interested into the auction. As people were bidding upon the car with their GR numbers printed on their respective black cards they were raising each time they were offering the money on their respective microphones.

A boujee auction.

And, Jimin was just there looking down at Jungkook's hand placed on the side of Jimin's seat, right beside Jimin.

His Sire's tattooed right hand with his black painted nails and his black crystal chain wrapped all around his fingers, dangling his coin, was just resting on that comfortable black couch right beside Jimin's thigh.

The car got sold in Sixty-five billion won and Jimin just placed his hand right beside Jungkook's, on the couch.

That car was removed by the fixed elevator into that platform, making the car to go under it.

Jimin just bit upon his lower lip, the environment of the place seemed nice but still he was sweating, his socks-ed knees tightly collapsed onto each other and his cheeks heated red. For no reason.

That glassed elevator went up again to now display a beautiful tender white sparkling engagement ring but Jimin just took a deep breath while slowly placing his hand right beside Jungkook's. Gradually, moving his hand closer and closer to his Sire's black crystal chain wrapped hand.

Almost was about to touch his pinky finger on his Sire's black painted nail' pinky finger.

"Do you want it?" Jungkook asked placing thaf magazine away and Jimin abruptly flinched while crossing his hands on his chest and shook his head in denial. "What's wrong? You are sweating?" Jungkook raised his eyebrow while checking Jimin's temperature with the back of his hand.

And, Jimin just felt Jungkook's other hand being placed on Jimin's naked thigh (since Jimin was wearing a shorts jumpsuit and his thigh-high socks were still not long enough to cover all of his thighs). Jimin just gulped out a pant as he could feel Jungkook's long fingers caressing Jimin's skin soothingly.