𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 - Jjk × Ksj ff

~𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 - 3~

After their heated make-out, Jin hastily grabbed his clothes, slipping them on with quick, practiced movements. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, making sure there were no visible marks on his skin. His eyes glanced over his bare shoulders one last time before pulling on his light-colored hoodie. The soft fabric draped over his form, instantly transforming him into the innocent figure that Namjoon expected to see.

Meanwhile, Jungkook leaned against the wall, sighing as he buckled his pants, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

"Don't worry," Jungkook teased, his voice low and teasing. "As much as I wanted to, I didn’t leave any marks this time."

Jin shot him an exaggerated eye roll, tugging the hoodie down to cover his frame. "Should I worship you now for your self-control?" he quipped, his sarcasm sharp as ever. But there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he turned to face Jungkook.

Jungkook chuckled, his dark eyes following Jin's every movement, drinking in how quickly Jin transformed from the passionate lover he had just been into the soft, innocent persona he wore like armor for Namjoon. Stepping forward, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jin’s waist from behind, his breath hot against Jin’s neck as he whispered, "You know, you look really adorable like this. After the mission’s done, stay like this... when we do it next."

Jin felt his body heat up at Jungkook’s words, but he rolled his eyes again, trying to ignore the effect Jungkook had on him. "Mission first, pervert," he muttered, but his voice was softer, less biting. His body, pressed against Jungkook’s strong frame, fit perfectly in the embrace.

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, his hands slipping beneath Jin’s hoodie to rest on his hips, holding him firmly but gently. "Mission first, but after that... you’re mine," he whispered in Jin’s ear, his voice both possessive and filled with desire.

Jin gently pushed Jungkook away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he muttered, "You’re impossible."

"Only with you, baby," Jungkook said, that cocky grin never leaving his face.

Before they could indulge in any more playful banter, the sound of footsteps approaching pulled them both back to reality. Jin quickly straightened his clothes and ran a hand through his hair again, ensuring that not a single trace of their earlier intimacy remained. Jungkook, ever the professional, slipped back into his serious demeanor in an instant, his eyes sharpening as he prepared for whatever came next.

The door creaked open, revealing Taehyung, who stood there with his usual cold expression. Both Jin and Jungkook sighed in relief.

"Buddy, it’s you... Wait, I’ve got a question—where the hell were you when that jerk dared to hurt my husband so many times, huh?" Jungkook's tone was sharp, the irritation clear as he glared at Taehyung.

Jin groaned, already sensing where this was headed.

"He’s my brother before he’s your husband, mister," Taehyung replied flatly, not at all phased by Jungkook’s anger.

"Aish, Kook, don’t be mad at him," Jin quickly interjected, stepping between the two of them. "Tae wasn’t there when the burning happened, and when he found out, he almost shot Namjoon. I stopped him just in time."

Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he glared at Jin, his jaw tightening. "Joon?" he spat, the name dripping with venom. He hated how Jin casually called Namjoon by that nickname. It made his blood boil every time.

Jin bit his lip, clearly uncomfortable under Jungkook’s fiery gaze. "Ah, it’s awkward... that was unintentional! I’ve just gotten so used to calling him that... haha," he mumbled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood.