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Slave II

   

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Drop a like if I tricked you, no cheating!

                           

                               ~♡~

   
Jimin felt the soft lips devouring him but was quite shocked to respond.

Once he was back into his senses, he pushed Yoongi, breathing heavily. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I----" Yoongi was about to apologise thinking that he might've hurted Jimin but before he could speak....

*slap*

"How can you do this to your girlfriend? Cheating when she's not with you?" Jimin was shouting at this point.

"Huh?" Yoongi was confused as hell.
"I always knew that you guys are bullshit but I don't know why I thought that you'll be different. I hate myself for this." Jimin muttered a lone tear escaping his eyes.

"What are saying? Which girlfriend, whose girlfriend?"

"Don't play innocent Yoongi. I've seen that photo frame in the living room."
That's when it clicked Yoongi. He signed.

"She's not my girlfriend, Jimin." Yoongi said while sitting on the large sofa where Jimin laid a few minutes ago.
"Oh really?"
"Yes, she was my cousin. Only girl in our blood."
"Was?"
"She died last year." Yoongi paused and looked into Jimin's eyes and the moment Jimin knew he fucked up. Jimin bent while Yoongi took him onto his lap. Jimin hugged Yoongi who by now has tears streaming down his face.

"She died because we didn't knew she came back from Paris and stayed at a hotel. She wanted to surprise us but was brutally murdered in her hotel room by one of our rivals."
Jimin felt awful at his judging tendency.  "I'm sorry." Jimin whispered wiping off the tears from Yoongi's face. "I'm really sorry to judge so fast. I didn't knew." Jimin joined his forehead with Yoongi's who shaked his head in denial. "No I'm glad you asked. The room you're staying in, belonged to her. " Yoongi smiled through tears and Jimin felt so guilty looking at yoongi that without thinking twice he just attached his lips to him, putting his all body weight on Yoongi who kept his arms behind, not to drift away. It seemed perfect to let go. Everything seemed so perfect and matched that it didn't seem foreign to kiss a mafia who Jimin once despised neither it felt foreign to kiss his slave whom Yoongi kept just for the sake of revenge.

"Fuck!" Yoongi whispered when Jimin pulled away, panting badly. Few more minutes in and Yoongi would've sucked his soul through his lips.

Jimin looked at Yoongi and passed a mischievous smile before getting up and taking small steps backward. With each step he took, he would painfully tuck at his clothes and with an awful speed removed them, testing Yoongi's patience.

Yoongi would breathe deeply from each sight of Jimin's sinful body. His chest rising up and down getting impatient but he was curious about Jimin's play. With a final last step Jimin removed his boxers and sat on the armed sofa that laid on the other end of the huge living room. He looked innocently at Yoongi and brought his twisted fist near his lips, licking while making direct eye-contact with Yoongi.