rich boys; jikook

thirteen

Jungkook breath was sharp, his heartbeat was so fast that it could pop out anytime. He looked at Jimin who's removing Jungkook's shirt.

He opens all the buttoms and starts kissing on the younger's chest, leaving purple marks. Jungkook quietly moans by each other the kiss.

"I hear someone coming," Jungkook speaks with heavy breaths. He looks down to see Jimin kissing on to his skin.

"Don't wor-"

"No, seriously," Jungkook slightly pushes Jimin away from him, making him confused.

Jungkook grabbed his shirt and started buttoning it up. Jimin was holding Jungkook's blazer.

"Stay with me," The younger grabbed older's hand.

"Acting hard, ain't we?" Jimin laughs. Jungkook looks seriously at him.

The pair walked down the stairs, slowly and carefully. The wooden planks underneath the carpet were creating a loud noise.

They reached the floor, Jungkook looks around as he walks in to the living room. He turns forwards to see a figure, a similar figure.

"Hi, Jungkook." He greets him with a devilish smile.

It was Seokjin.

Jungkook turned around to glance at Jimin. He noticed that Jimin's hand was in his blazer pocket, all the time.

"The fuck you want?" Jimin speaks.

Seokjin stands up and smirks; he starts walking towards the pair, more to Jungkook.

Jimin pulled his hand out of his blazer pocket, with a gun pointing at Seokjin.

"You know, I ain't afraid to use this."

"Neither am I," Seokjin pulls out his gun from his back pocket.

"What's up with the guns?" Jungkook exclaims.

The two brothers look at him with disbelief; Seokjin with more disgusted look.

"This guy has done more things than you think he has." Jimin comments.

"Like?"

"Killing my own mother."

A gun was triggered and shot Jimin. He fell on the floor and Jungkook ran up to him. He turned Jimin around to stop the bleeding.

"Stop trying," Seokjin says. "It's a silver bullet."

Jungkook screamed in pain and hurt.