𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙑𝘼𝙎

nine

IT'S NEARING the grand celebration of his art gallery. It has been 2 years since Jungkook live up his name with his gallery, with his arts. He sat in the middle on the room again, admiring the now naked male chained to the white stained wall behind him. Hands cuffed, legs folded with chains around his ankle. His eyes puffy, lips bitten with few dried tears on his cheeks. Jungkook's eyes were fixed on those blue eyes resembling the deep ocean. 

"you look so fragile, so beautiful like that princess" Jungkook spoke up, his voice calm yet thousands of emotions hidden in it. Seokjin rolled his eyes, annoyed at the way Jungkook let his eyes lingered on his body instead of the canvas Infront of him. "Can u start drawing already? It's getting damn cold, asshole" Seokjin snapped, his eyes were narrowed.

A laughter spilled out from Jungkook's mouth. He lightly traced the charcoal for a sharing, using the thumb to smear it around, creating a dark shading ."patience is the key sweetheart." Jungkook mumbled, giving Seokjin a wink. Seokjin scoffed, his ears turning a bright tint of red. He was embrassed, by all. The darkness of Jungkook's eyes, his lips curving up into a smirk or simply, the teasing tone he kept on using. They were driving him insane. He just wished that, after the exhibition. He can finally be free from Jungkook. It's getting hard to control his body to not react upon all of those tease.

On the other side, Namjoon was managing the cafe, along with few others co-workers. A male walked through the glass door, the small bell chimed, alarming Namjoon. He fixed his apron, giving the new face a grin. "Welcome! What's your order?" He beamed, despite the nervousness crawling up to his throat. Usually, Seokjin managed the counter and he will send to table. Now, it was him. So he must to put aside his anti social self and actually communicate.

The stranger, blue hair with black strand. Pretty, sharp almond like eyed and pinkish plump lips. He almost choked at the beauty displayed. The male has a Polaroid hand around his neck. Must be interested in photography.

"Cappucino and vanilla cream cheese cupcake, please"

Oh, his voice. Like coffee and caramel. Warm but sweet.

"Coming right up, sir. Can I get you name?"

"Jimin"
Wow, his name. Just as beautiful ass him

"Sorry, but. Eat in or takeout?"

"I'll eat here"

The male - Jimin gave him a small smile. But something, something about those gaze gave him a weird vibe. Or just the way a mischief glinted in his dark orbs.

Namjoon nodded, putting aside the unsettling feeling and turned his back towards the male and started to work on his order. Ignoring his shaking hands.
He closed the lid, placing it to the counter and took out the heavenly, sweet smelling cupcake from the display section to put it on a plate.

"Hobi! Can you send this to that blue haired male?" The other boy gave him a smile, followed by a nod.

Jimin gave the red haired male a small smile before he lifted the plastic cup to take a sip.

Oh?

There's a tissue with some messy scribbles on it. He take a closer look at grinned at it. Fuck, the male behind the counter really is cute. He took a glance from where he sat which at the corner. Their eyes met and he almost snorted at how Namjoon panicked, coughing violently to receive a worried look from the customer he was attending.

Enjoy you coffee! Hope it's good :P - NJ

JEON'S MANSION

Jungkook pushed the canvas aside, taking a much closure look it it. His eyes raked over the detailed chain he drew, bruised up face of the crying broken angel. How dried blood smeared on his pretty milky skin. Satisfied, he walked over to Seokjin who eyed him impatiently. He was expecting Jungkook to unchained him, but that didn't happen. Jungkook hooked two of his fingers under Seokjin's chin, titling his head upwards.
"I'm liking the way you look, help less, flushed, desperate." Jungkook muttered, the tip of his tongue darted over his lips to wet them 

"Shut up and free me, idiot" Seokjin said, a growl escaping his throat. Jungkook chuckled at the threat. "Hm, only if you beg prettily for it" Jungkook said, his cold tips of fingers pressed on the bop of Seokjin's throat. He lightly put a pressure, a smug look on his face when Seokjin gasped softly, the struggles to breath sent all the blood and heat right down to his cock. Which is completely exposed.

Don't get hard, don't get hard.

"You like it don't you, angel? Like being choked? he said, his voice dark and husky. The smalls evidence of mockery lacing in his tone. Goosebumps started to appear on Seokjin's skin, feeling chills all over his body. Jungkook brushed his lips at the shell of Seokjin's ear, grazing it with his teeth.

A small mewl reached his sense, causing Jungkook to be slightly perked up at the sound. "Do you want me to touch you, angel? Make you feel good?" Jungkook asked, his eyes were locked with Seokjin's deer like orbs.

"No, free me. I'll feel more than good." Seokjin croaked out, a smirk on his face when Jungkook's face fall.

He rolled his eyes, unlocking the cuffs and chains around Seokjin's wrists and ankles.

He simply watched as Seokjin dressed up, licking his lips in hunger once again. Those milky skin never fail to drive him insane, set him on fire of desire and want.

But, he know it. Soon enough, Seokjin will beg for him. Beg for his touch, for his kisses, for his love, beg for him.
Jungkook stared at the closed door, ruffling his already messed hair and pulled his phone out.

You: bring Namjoon over tomorrow.

Angel: why?

You: bcs I said so.

H-Hye? I'm back hahaha