Duality |Postlude| Jikook/Kookmin

Chapter 3

Jimin

"Jeon Jungkook," I whine, burying my face in his chest as I grip his shirt.

He laughs. "Did you just whine? Jimin, we have to leave the hotel. Yoongi said that if we don't leave, he'll come and haul our asses out himself."

I groan. "But everything hurtsss."

Jungkook quickly stops trying to escape. "You're in pain? Where? Show me."

"I feel like my spine was cracked like a glowstick."

The younger nods diligently. "Say no more." He gently places his hands over mine to remove my grasp before he gently picks me up and situates me on my stomach. Exhaling, he straddles me and starts to massage my back, slowly moving up to my neck when he leans down to whisper, "Tell me when it hurts too much, okay?"

Goosebumps erupt on my entire body. "Okay, D—ouch!" I wince, quickly recovering.

"Shit, sorry." His fingers work on my neck gentler, working their way up in pressure.

I groan, burying my face in my pillow. I've missed Jungkook's massages so much. While away, Yoongi had been filling in for Jungkook's role as my masseuse. He did a really good job, but I prefer Jungkook. Surprising, I know.

"You're so tense. Do you ever relax?" Jungkook scoffs, but his tone is gentle, concerned.

"Not in a while. Maybe I should go get laid."

He cuffs my head and I whine. "Dumbass."

"I'm a big boy nooooow," I whine.

"You don't get to go shopping because you're mine for the month."

Pouting, I scrunch my face up, although I do like the fact that he called me his. "Why? You're such a spoiled brat, Kookie."

"Yup, I'm spoiled. I want you for the month of Jimintober. Then you can go and do as you please, just keep in mind that we share an apartment."

I keep replaying his words in my head.

"You're mine for the month."

"I want you for the month..."

My cheeks warm up. "That's not fair. What about birthday sex?"

"Who needs birthday sex when you have me and Lala?" Jungkook's hands are dangerously low and I take in a sharp inhale.

I think of how to answer. "Well, you're both my pets. And what I'm the mood for is a sex—"

Jungkook massages my hips and I moan loudly, flushed. "Jungkook, you ass."

"I'm not your pet." He scoffs, refusing to move his hands as they continue to rub circles into my hips. "And you can get fucked on November first. I have years of birthdays to make up for, so one day just won't do. You've missed me too, right, Jiminie?" Jungkook asks innocently, but there's a hint of dominance as he teases me in his sing-song voice.

In seconds, I flip us so that I have Jungkook pinned to the bed, looming over him. "You're whatever I say you are. I'm still your elder, remember that. Just because you bulked up and got inked doesn't change shit."

The raven's eyes shine with amusement and something dark. "Do you feel threatened, Jimin?'

Leaning in, I darken my gaze and make my posture more domineering. I lean in close enough for him to feel my hot breath on his face. This used to always make Jungkook break down and stutter, pushing me away.

Jungkook's eyes flash with intimidation before shifting to something different. His eyes focus on my lips and his body relaxes under me. "I'm not scared of you anymore, Jimin."