"Can you try to not like me? Maybe if you do, then I'll learn to not like you back."
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While having to protect himself from the demons of his past, Jin has a duty to protect Jungkook, the spoiled son of a billionaire business tycoon. His life is one...
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Jungkook turned around in Jin’s arm, their face barely a few inches apart. “You know you didn’t have to agree to come with me? You could have refused,” he said, his gaze staring piercingly into Jin’s.
As if that were possible. How could he have stood and watched Jungkook walk out of his life without going with him or immediately chasing after him? They were both insane for leaving like that but at least, they were insane together.
He was wrapped around Jungkook’s finger like a band aid, stuck with a glue. “I didn’t have to do anything. I wanted to come with you. I want to be with you, wherever that might be.”
“Jin,” Jungkook called, his voice low, his eyes sad. Why was he sad? This wasn’t a sad moment. He was liberated. “I don’t deserve you, at all. You do all these things for me and I haven’t done anything for you.”
“That’s nonsense. Believe me when I say you do plenty for me,” Jin reassured, leaning in to kiss a spot on Jungkook’s neck. “And you deserve me, just as much as I deserve you.”
Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment. “I’ll do anything for you, Jin. I won’t let you do it all anymore.”
A small smile stretched on his lips, he held Jungkook by the chin, tilting his face up. “Anything?” Jungkook nodded. “Kiss me, then.”
Not having to be told twice, Jungkook closed the gap between them pressing his lips to Jin’s . Their lips moved slowly as if they were savoring each other, savoring the moment, their freedom. It sent jolts to Jin’s chest, reminding him that they were truly free. His heart jumped in joy as he wrapped his arms tightly around Jungkook’s waist, drawing him flushed into his embrace, deepening the kiss.
One of Jungkook’s hand found solace around Jin’s neck while the other dug into his hair, massaging his scalp needily. His tongue swept past Jin’s parted lips, merging with Jin’s tongue. The contact sent blood straight to Jin’s head, pooling it and drowning him in the pleasure of the moment. His dick stirred in his pants as he ran his hands up and down Jungkook’s slender back, his hands tugging Jungkook’s shirt up, baring his torso.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on Jungkook’s chest, swiping his tongue over his peaked nipple, earning a suppressed moan from Jungkook, whose fingers were tangled with the strands of Jin’s hair. “Jin,” Jungkook rasped. “Is this appropriate? We’re in someone’s house.”
“He did say it was our room,” Jin told him, biting down on his lip and leaning up to see the worried look on Jungkook’s face, but more obvious was the look of desire darkening his eyes and the bulge straining his pants. Jin leaned into it, pressing his own erection against Jungkook’s, showing Jungkook he wanted him just as much as Jungkook wanted him. “What’s not appropriate about this, hmm?”
