Chapter 1

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Jimin's POV (will be for the most part of this book)

          "'Sup fucker" Yoongi says smiling while one hand flips an omelette and one hand holds his new pistol. All I can think about is if the safety's on, but I've never worried about that before.

"I can see you like?" I say laughing as he tossing the omelette on the countertop and my eyebrows furrow a little bit. "Countertop is dirty????" I saw wondering what got into him. I grab the omelette with my right hand and pull a plate over with my left.

"Oh baby, you think I'd let my new toy get dirty so quick? It hasn't even been fired yet" he says, I've never seen him smile so big about an inanimate object, his stare is usually emotionless.

I laugh. "I guess I should've known" He looks so cute when he smiles, I don't see if often and it seems to be an occasion whenever I do see him smile. "Please tell me you have a day off today? I want to spend time with your giddy ass" I say with a closed mouth, genuine smile.

"I can take one off if you'd like? I have some orders that I'm supposed to deliver, but they know not to fuck with me" he says, spinning his plate around and sitting at the marble bar with me. When he sits his chair goes down and then back up. "You better make it up to me if I do yeah?" He winks while cutting into his own omelette.

"No it's okay, I don't want you ruining your credibility. I'll just be here, how long will it take?" I say, kind of upset, I stare at my onesie and then into his eyes.

"Just an hour or two, not long at all right?" His happy expression has now faded but he kisses me quick, "damn brush your teeth when you get done will ya?" He doesn't smile but I know he's joking, his dry humor makes me soft. He takes a bite of his omelette and I do as well until it's almost all gone. "Well I should get going, if I have to do this, I might as well be on time, these bitches havin some kinda orgy today and they need 20g's, imagine"

"I don't even want to!" I laugh and he get up from the seat, sliding his black bandana up to his hairline and pressing his gun into the small of his back. He slips on his Puma slides and locks the door before he closes it, not look back.

I glance at the clock hanging above the T.V., it's 10:34 A.M, I should get dressed. I throw on a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and cut all the way to my mid stomach, not looking at the design. I pull up my black skinny jeans up until the bottoms aren't touching the heels of my feet. I slide the closet door shut revealing the mirror.

Boston, that's what my shirt says, it's black with yellow and blue stars around the letters. I turn to the side, I see my abs through the cut in my shirt. Damn, Yoongi doesn't take advantage of me enough.

I open up his nightstand and pick a smaller bandana out, smelling it, it smells like old spice, it smells good, like him. I put it over my head and see how I look in the mirror. I smile at my reflection. God I love that boy. I move out of the bedroom and go into the living room. I turn on the T.V., Friends Season 2, episode 4. Why not. I click on it and sit on the black leather couch, my feet hitting the white carpet beneath. I feel the shag until my socks and it feel soft.

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"You know I was just thinking how you don't touch me or even talk dirty to me anymore" I say as Suga enters the room, I shut off the show.

"Hmm how long as it been?" He asks, his eyes look smaller, as if he's a little more tired or just stressed out. He sits on the couch next to me.

"Like at least 3 months" I say, my lips curling into a frown. I blink for a little longer than usually and when I open my eyes he's slightly smiling. I don't know what I said that made this moment special.

"I guess we have to fix that then" he says, his hand slides until my old shirt.
*smut hehe*
I let out a small sigh. I haven't felt like his in a long time. I move closer to him, our thighs are touching and our faces are inches apart. I cross my legs and pile them onto of his. He looks my face up and down, his eyes focus on my lips and then on my eyes, he smiles, bigger than before, but his mouth is still closed.

He grabs the back of my neck softly, and then pulls the gun out of the back of his pants and tosses it on the glass table. I shutter. He rubs his thumb on the edge of my jaw to calm me. He grabs my shoulders and throws me on the couch. He uses both hands and grabs my face. He kisses me a couple times before he slides both of his hands up my shirt, taking it off completely.

"Damn Jimin." He says, letting out a deep sigh before kissing me more aggressively, his tongue slips into my mouth, exploring. The bandana I wore is now on the ground. Not sure how it got there. He climbs on me, but not hard or aggressively, his legs are curled around mine and he sits at the end of my crotch. He grabs the end of his shirt, taking it off and his bandana pops off, revealing his bleached hair, flowing. I grab his neck and push him down to my level. He falls gently, his crotch is now an inch away from mine. He spreads his leg around mine so his are on the outside. He once again kisses me harder. One of his hands remains on my face and the other he slides from my neck down to my hipbone. This makes me shove my hips up, wanting everything. I grab his waist, pulling him down, his waist is matching with mine, he slides my pants off and right when his kisses become consistent he moves his mouth down to my neck, sucking and his hands move to my chest, I tense up just so he can feel my abs. I feel the tingling in my neck, he moves his left hand up to my face and grabs my chin, his mouth not leaving my neck. I grab his hair harder, and his finger that's closest to my mouth I take with my teeth. He moves his head up and goes down. At first I'm hesitant but he seems sure. He pulls down my black boxer briefs. Hmm I wonder when I got hard. He moves his hands down from my chest to my hipbone. He put his right hand at the end of my dick and his other hand is gripping my right hipbone. He teases me and I bite my lip. He purposefully does it because I see his gaze out of the corner of my eyes. After that he moves himself up my to face. He unzips his pants revealing himself to me and he's bigger than I remember, "pour your Suga on me" I wink and he smiles.

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*smut is over*

I wake up to Suga Laying face down into his blue pillow. His right leg is close to falling of the edge of the bed and his left leg is still. He's in his boxers from yesterday. I run my finger along his spine and he tenses at the end but he's still asleep.

AN: hey so I really wanted to post this so it's really short but I promise next Tuesday I'll have a whole good chapter:) I hope you liked it. I will improve throughout but feel free to constructive criticize! 💗

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