<HORNS>|| BTS x Jungkook ~Mafia AU~

Park Jimin

The sound of birds chirping in the distance and bright sunlight seeping through the drawn bedroom curtains woke Jimin up from his slumber.

It wasn't the best way to wake up considering he deserved another day worth of sleep to get over this splitting headache.

He turned to the side of his feather bed and so did his heavy head as Jimin brushed his dull blonde hair back and rubbed his puffy morning eyes, the sunlight trying to heal Jimin from his terrible hangover.

The most he remembers of last night is a heck load of marijuana coupled with Dutch vodka (a special gift Mr Jeon brought home from his six month business trip) and bondage.

After what seemed like hours of getting all the pieces of his head back together, Jimin pushed the net curtains away from the edges of his four poster bed and made his way to the en-suite bathroom, turning the golden taps of the Jacuzzi tub on after brushing his teeth in the glistening opal basin. He decided to colour the bubbling hot water with a red cherry scented bomb before he slipped his aching body in the healing warmth.

Jimin always used this time to contemplate and think his life over, the decisions that were always made for him and why he never chose to fight back, why he let everyone decide what to do with his body and mind.

What must his family have gone through when they thought Jimin was dead and buried him with their own hands, when they thought that he had tragically died in a police operation three years ago?

What would they do if they saw Park Jimin walking down the street one day, dressed in clothes worth their entire existence?

They wouldn't believe it, that's what.

Because Park Jimin was supposed to be dead, trainee police officer Park was supposed to be on a covert operation which he could never complete, fuck he was never set out to be an officer in the first place, it was his Dad who'd forced him to become one when all Jimin wanted to do was model after high school.

Sometimes Jimin gets nightmares, no Jimin always gets nightmares that Mr Jeon will find out Jimin's true identity and butcher him, dislocate all of his body parts and castrate him before letting him bleed out and throwing him to wild dogs.

The truth is that Jimin was never on an operation, he was sold out.

Everyone in Asia knows Jungkook cannot refuse beautiful things and officer Jung who was supposed to be in charge of Jimin had put a price on his worth, a timid Jimin was thrown to the biggest dog, Jeon Jungkook.

But what Jimin always fights with, is his thoughts.

The entire police force, judiciary and public authorities speak of Jeon Jungkook as a spoilt prince who has no heart, but can be fucked over so easily, they all spoke of him as a bratty animal when Jimin has learnt that Jungkook just needs dominance, he needs to be in charge, and he needs care, someone to always submit to him.

The sound of the penthouse buzzer ringing whisked Jimin back to reality as he felt his fingers pruned and wrinkly from the water. He lifted his soaking body out of the bubbles and whipped a soft white towel over himself.

"Don't you have your key?" Jimin questioned through the answer speaker he clicked, the buzzer was only adding to his headache.

He bit his lip nervously, he wasn't supposed to talk like that, but Jungkook himself ordered Jimin not to be formal around him.

There was a brief silence, Jungkook was obviously either taken aback or pissed off.

"Does it sound like I have my fucking key? Be a babe and open the door," Jungkook replied in a calm tone as Jimin looked around for something to wear. Although Jungkook sees him bare most of the time, Jimin feels awkward answering the penthouse door naked.