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my name•jikook

He sat upon his velvet chair sipping on earl grey. The bitter taste matching his soul perfectly. He stared at the vast garden outside of his window. An image of it being absorbed in flames flashed before his eyes, and he winced as the memory hit him. He closed his eyes slowly falling deeper into the soft fabric. Just then, a broad hand grabbed his shoulder. He always knew whose hand it was since he was the only person who could touch him.

"Master, you must get some rest." The younger of the two glanced up at the owner of the voice, his chocolate hair covering up the eyepatch that sat upon his right eye. It was pretty dark in the room, the only thing illuminating the space being the thick moonlight coming in from the shiny glass windows.

"Jimin, I told you to call me by my name when we're alone." Jimin listened closely to his master's words, the only thing following were both of their long, heavy sighs.

"Yes, My Lor- Jungkook." Jimin stumbled upon his words. What if they were caught? What would the rest of the manor think? Everyone already knew that when it came to the Master, Jimin was always wanting to provide the best.

Jungkook stood up, his slippers making a ticking sound on the hard tiled floors as he stepped toward Jimin. Jimin's breath hitched as soon as he heard it, wanting to back away. But he couldn't. He tried so much even though he wanted what was happening. Jimin knew that if they were to continue, he wouldn't know how to stop himself. But instead of listening to his conscience, he let the younger forcefully grab him by his tie.

It was almost suffocating, both of their breaths mixing like thick smoke in their lungs. The hairs on both of their necks seeming to stand up. Their eyes met and with one last gasp of air, both of their lips crashed and were tangled in trouble. They just couldn't stop, their kisses were like drugs, and they were so addicted. Their tastes swirling together into one. Their bodies being machines urging them to continue.

Jungkook let go for a second, engulfing air into his lungs, "You know that even if you wanted to stop, you couldn't. Under our contract I control you, body and soul." He chuckled as he lifted the cloth eyepatch from his eye, opening it slowly. Jimin stared into the abnormal eye, the purple and pink of Jungkook's iris catching his soul, just like he had said it could.

Jungkook grabbed for the white gloves that encased Jimin's hands. It was forbidden to take them off in front of the rest of the manor. Bad things always came from it. Jimin could feel the silky material slipping from his fingers of his right hand. A 5-pointed star was marked on his hand, surrounded by linked diamonds. His demon mark. Jungkook had the same design in his right eye.

Jimin felt small kisses, one after another, on his neck. He gasped, shutting his eyes tight trying to suppress his moans but to no avail. His lips parted slightly, his head moving further back as Jungkook kissed up his jaw. The younger grabbed a fistful of the butler's silver hair making it messy compared to his usual slicked back look. "Call my name." Jungkook breathed hard, the action making the older shiver visibly.

"M-Master." Jimin whispered softly, he knew what was following next. Despite knowing the consequences he went with it anyway.

A hard bite placed itself on Jimin's sharp jaw and he bit his lip, trying to refrain from screaming. Tomorrow that'd be hard to cover up. Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't feel a pang of guilt about it either. He liked being dominant, he had to be. The younger was the ringleader of this circus. No one else. If one was caught trying to take his power, he'd put them in their place. Inferiority was his favorite.

Jungkook grabbed Jimin by his chin guiding him to the cherry wood table that sat close to the moonlit windows. Despite being a few years younger than the butler, if he even had an age considering he wasn't what you'd call human, he was very strong. He slammed Jimin onto the hard surface, climbing on top of him. Jungkook's eyes were filled with lust as he sat on top of the older's crotch area that was closed in by his tight, raven black trousers.