My Sire || Jikook

☆55. UNO-Reverse under the Arch☆

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Depiction of Mature Content May Include;

▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Foreplay 🍼🍭
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Nudity 🌷🖤
▪︎ Sex 🥂🦋
▪︎ Kisses 🧸🎀
▪︎ Sexual Tension 🧊💦
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻
▪︎ 69 🌈😏
▪︎ E.T.C. 🖤🪧

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"Now... it is your choice. What you want to think of yourself, Sire's pet or Sire's Bride. If you want him as your husband, open the anklet. If you want him as your master, stay chained to it forever and watch him marry someone else for his morals but fuck you for his lust. It is your choice. Completely yours" With that Mrs. Jeon walked away.

Jimin just hugged himself and started panting as his eyes escaped tears as he kept looking down at those keys thrown beside him.

And, then looking up at the painting of his Sire's portrait painted on the wall. The wall had giant strokes of white paint beside his Sire's portrait instead of those erotic paintings Jimin had painted.

Jimin just panted as he remained still, staring at his Sire's portrait, until Jimin's eyes turned into a determined glare.

And, with a single harsh stroke of his finger, he opened his anklet. Making Jungkook's black crystal chain to fell on the ground, off from Jimin's ankle.

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Into the living room of Sire's floor.

Jungkook was sunk into a couch chair, having his head rested on the back, having his eyes closed as if he was sleeping. But he was not.

His palm of one hand was slitted with a fine cut and was slightly bleeding and an vintage styled black fancy pen placed on the side table covered with those papers having those ancient Mandarin language written by blood.

And, Jimin picked up one of those papers. Being in his still black beautiful Ball' Dance attire. Looking at those bloodied words those weren't in a language for Jimin to read.

Jimin placed the paper back down and then looked at Jungkook's sleeping face. He could run away to the Rite Hall but he didn't.

He held Jungkook's hand to saw his slitted bleeding palm.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes and looked at Jimin who looked back at him.

Jimin wrapped Jungkook's black crystal chain he had around his Sire's hand just like how it should be, returning it and just stared at the man's palm.

Jimin softly pecked into Jungkook's bleeding scar on the palm, now having his blood on his lips, Jimin licked his own lips upon Jungkook's lips, making Jungkook to just watch him.

Jimin hovered the man's face as he kneeled down on the floor before his Sire. And bended forward further down to place his side face onto Jungkook's dress boot.

"I won't bother my Pretty Sire anymore. I promise, I will go back to my room and lock myself until he wants it" Jimin broke the silence between them as a tear roll down from the corner of his eye to Jungkook's shoe. "But... I just want to know one question. Just one and last question. I promise, I will never ask anything anymore after this.. and..." Jimin stated. Caressing Jungkook's dress-boot.