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Hello there!!I originally posted this on my twitter as an AU, but I thought I could also share it on here!This is my first try on writing a fanfiction since 10 years, so I hope you'll be patient with me.
Also, it's kind of a long way until "the shit goes down", but first I needed to establish the story a bit.So for now... let's just start!!
ඏ𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌ඏ
With an annoyed groan he tosses the limp body down further to the end of the sidewalk and the beginning of the canal. “Why has it always have to be the ones I
had the most fun with?! To be trusted is no one, but GOD, good dolls like him were already rare in this business and now, with that embarrassing wannabe-vampire running around, they’ve gone nearly extinct.”He mumbles to himself and then, a touch louder: “Just… what the fuck are you doing? Come here and help me!” The red haired man who was addressed with these words flips around and looks back up, slightly irritated. “Excuse me? Did you see these bushes here? They’re dying and I needed to help them.” Even in this darkness, Jimin clearly sees the eyeroll of his only friend and huffs frustrated. “Yeah, okay Red, I get it. But could you just help me for a second with this actually dead body down there?! I’m cold and I might have to kill someone again, as I’m still super angry.”Jimin then turns on his heels, stepping towards the constructed river and Taehyung has no other choice than to follow him, not wanting to get his companion even more upset. For more than a few months now the mood of his semi-best friend is pretty close to a freezing point and Taehyung already tried everything to make him feel better, but now it’s harder than ever — due to some... circumstances. It isn’t the first time Jimin’s temper is in such a bad shape. Actually, Taehyung’s first encounter with the so-called Baby J wasn’t very pleasant either.
They met years ago, at the Epiphany Asylum during their daily shower time. Taehyung was freshly imprisoned, so it was obvious that he’s been furious and violent towards anyone who dared to invade his personal space; and so was Jimin. They were both on the edge of breaking hell loose, but nobody noticed, yet alone cared enough about what could possibly happen if those two forces were to meet each other. One thing lead to another and nearly 30 guards and an exaggerated amount of sedatives were needed to separate them again.For weeks then, the two of them required special guidance for nearly everything they had to do outside their cells, the hate towards each other hung thickly over the whole building. Worst part of it was, that they had to share cells facing each other, never letting go of a chance to spit vile comments at one another. Then, one day, their once so unlucky positioning suddenly became a blessing. Despite being trapped in this small cube for far too long already, Taehyung had a pretty decent day, some of the guards had provided him a small drawing of a forest which made him smile in the slightest way possible, until he heard a loud, broken sob coming from the cell of his newly claimed arch enemy.Just when he wanted to throw a poisonous comment into the other’s direction, he witnessed a sight of pure agony and felt his heart getting a little heavier. Jimin, curled into himself on his matress, was shaking uncontrollably and desperately pressing his hands to his ears, as though wanting to shut out the world. Several cracked screams followed and Taehyung knew, Jimin struggled with keeping demonic voices out of his head. That was the turning point of their relationship and Taehyung still can’t fully wrap his head around why that human made him feel things he, theoretically, only felt towards his beloved plants.But maybe this was exactly the reason. That day, Jimin looked so fragile and just like a delicate cherry blossom, due to his pastel pink hair, that Taehyung couldn't continue being cruel to him. Back then he didn't know, that caring for Jimin includes being far outside the city at 3am, shivering from the cold air, helping his partner in crime to get rid of another dead body. But that is just a tiny inconvenience to their otherwise wholesome friendship. As wholesome as being psychopathic, murderous, criminals with otherworldly powers can get.
With a sting in his chest, Jimin puts Joker's trademark on the face of his, now unusable toy and after that, the boys throw the corpse with combined strength into the river beneath them. “Ji-ho, your dick game was divine, but in the end you screwed with the wrong people. Now please rot in hell... Amen.” Jimin growls the last words aggressively as he remembers, why he had to kill this man. “Babe, he will know. He will know you're out here starting a war for him.” Taehyung murmurs and even if Jimin is still half occupied with his own thoughts, he doesn't miss the discomfort in the others voice.“I know you secretly hate him and I appreciate your effort in keeping your thoughts at bay when you're with me. But what happened to him just screams for the ugliest revenge this city has ever seen. At last, he made me who I am. In some way, we met because of him.” Jimin's hand reaches out, so Taehyung can grab it, the plant-lover softly caressing it with his thumb. “Let's go back home, or I might really grow some stems on this forsaken ground.” And with these words, the younger boy heads back to the car, dragging his beloved human flower with him.They drive home in silence, not even the radio is turned on, as both of them are lost in their own thoughts. Jimin thinks about him again and his heart aches. How did it happen? How was it possible, that they managed to take him away? Nobody had ever accomplished, what this self-proclaimed superhero had done in just 2 months after showing up for the first time. This stupid bat. Agust D. Jimin frowns in disgust at even thinking about that name. He wants him dead. But first, he needs a plan to get his Joker back. The only man he ever truly loved.Absentmindedly he pulls out his phone to
tweet some passive-aggressive indirects towards his enemy. Knowing, that he will never get any reply from the addressed man, but still needing to vent off his anger. Instead, his other companion, the third an last member of the "Sirens", pops up in his mentions, asking if he should come over. Jimin sends a few messages back and forth with him and makes sure he'll be around when they arrive at the abandoned villa. Once the meeting is settled, he puts down the phone again and proceeds to look out of the window for the rest of their drive.His best friend still remains silent, because his
thoughts aren't any easier. Jimin was right, Taehyung can't stand the Joker at all and it seems like he is the only one who sees through those manipulative games. He wasn’t there, when the Joker wrapped his bony fingers around Jimin’s mind and holds it hostage ever since, but he doesn’t need to.The stories Jimin told him about this insane clown and how he acted towards “his Baby J” and every other human being was enough to let Taehyung know everything he needed, to start questioning the real intents of the Joker. For that man, everyone is just a token in such a nasty game and though he let’s Jimin feel like he’s the chess queen, Jimin is only just another pawn, ready to be replaced when he fulfilled his duty. And this realization has Taehyung fuming with rage. He’d do anything to get his best friend away from that psychotic narcissist.
Not even 30 minutes later, the three friends are gathered in the Joker's old study
wildly discussing on how
to get him out of Epiphany. “Okay, does anybody have a plan on how we should get into that creepy asylum without getting both of you imprisoned again?! I mean, I could do it all by myself… you know I’m a menace in that subject. But I’d rather get my claws dirty because of some jewelry and not to rescue a human being.” Seokjin states, lounging comfortably on the white velour couch next to Jimin’s ebony desk.But the second he sees the flaming rage in Jimin’s eyes, he hurriedly adds: “But, because you’re like diamonds to me, I’m at least going to help you.. like, blackmailing someone for informations!” With that, the anger leaves Jimin’s face again and a pleased smile appears instead. “Awww,
I knew you can be a
good kitty!” He coos at his friend who’s again, living the dangerous cat-theme, all in a black, tight and shiny leather outfit, a whip dangling from the right side of his hips.“Because I might have someone on my leash, from the upper class, who can be useful to us. I won’t reveal who it is for now, but believe me when I say he’s one of the most powerful men in this god forsaken city.” The dirty smirk that appears on Seokjin’s face shoots question marks right into the eyes of Taehyung and Jimin, but they won’t dare to investigate further and just nod in agreement. Because let’s face it, every single one of these friends can turn into a dangerous bitch if they’ll get too annoyed by someone. “Good, then just let me shortly pop him a message, if he can get his hands on some files from the asylum, regarding the whereabout of your lover boy.. clown.” And with that, the three friends fall into a busy silence, each of them on their phones.
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Pheeeew~ I'm back with a new chapter already! I'm just so excited about the story and the little feedback on here is also very encouraging. (I'm very easy to please ^^;) Though I still hope you'll excuse the insecurities about my writing skills.Also, I thought about sharing the moodboards I created for every character chapter after chapter, because I absolutely love them!Oh and currently I have no one to beta-read this and english isn't my first language. (Volunteers are very welcome for the spot btw.)Baby J
Of course I had to start with him ;)♥
Jin wastes no time and opens the chat with his new boy-toy who’s no other than Kim Namjoon, most influential lawyer in town. He’s intelligent, eloquent, twisted and corrupt. But the most important part, he’s putty in Seokjin’s hands. That’s why it doesn’t take Jin very long to convince him to look into some stuff at the asylum for him.Well, it does take the mention of Jin being able to reveal their relationship and all of the dirt Namjoon has on his fingers, but after that’s settled, the lawyer is eager to help. The cat smiles to himself while he types the last line, implying another “play-date” at his own conditions. He knows his man loves it, when he shows up unannounced in his apartment, ready to for a hot night.A surprised “Ouch” followed by some amused snickering has him glance up from his phone again, just in time to see both of his friends lock their phones accompanied by a an artificial innocent smile on their faces. Great, they were talking about him behind his back again. But Seokjin doesn’t hold it against them. He knows Jimin and Taehyung are little curious kids, but he can’t reveal his secret. At least for now. “It’s settled. I knew he couldn’t resist me. And now please tell me you have something to eat in this decaying disgrace of a house. I’m starving.”
It’s quiet in the manor this evening. After the terrifying torture of catching the Joker and getting him into the asylum, the three justice seekers are still so physically drained to the point where they’re all sprawled out on several couches in the living room, slowly dozing off to the sound of a crackling fire in the background. That is until Yejun, Yoongi’s butler, enters the room and clears his throat to get the attention he needs for his announcement.“Master, I’m afraid I have to disturb your well deserved rest, but we just received a call that one of our moles was found dead on a sandbank near the park. Commissioner Choi stated, that it was a direct threat towards you.” Yoongi grumbles and lightly straightens up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “And why is mister commissioner so sure about that?” “He had the smile, master.” The butler’s answer is short, but impactful.
That has the young billionaire groan in frustration and he slumps back into the cushions. “ Shit.. I knew this would happen. I just hoped this awful brat would’ve taken longer to find Ji-Ho… guess I underestimated him.” He gets up then, walking over to the fireplace to stir around the burning wood, thoughts rumbling inside him. “But hyung, that Baby J will never get past the new securities at the asylum. I’m sure that we won this time!”Hoseok, still half asleep, slurs the words while he tries to wake up Jungkook who seems to have the slumber of the century. “Koo, wake up! We have some new problems.” Hoseok still struggles to wake him. “Let him sleep. He needs it.. and apparently, you do too! You both look like the sons of death himself. I’m going to meet the commissioner, get some informations and then I’ll wake you up so we can come up with a plan.”
Right as his chosen brother wants to protest, Yoongi shuts him. “No Hoseok. I’m going alone. Maybe you can get Kook into one of the beds upstairs, let Yejun help you and get some rest yourself. Please ! You’re not helpful when you’re sleep deprived and you know it.” “Okay.. but only because you insisted. And you have to wake us up as soon as you get back!” Hoseok pouts unhappy, but he can’t do anything about the decision of his favourite human.Instead, he follows suit, and curls his arms around Jungkook’s chest, while Yejun settles for the legs and together they begin to carry him towards the stairs. “Ah, thank you Yejun. As always. After you put them both to bed, could you please get everything ready downstairs? I won’t take long with Choi.” Yoongi puts as much sympathy in these words as he’s capable of right now and disappears, heading into his study.
Even if he’d love to just leave on his sweatpants and old hoodie, he still has a reputation outside his mansion. So he quickly turns himself into the figure the city had learned to love and fear. Shooting a short glance into the mirror before putting on his mask, he sighs deeply. He’s definitely seen better days, the bruised cheekbone, split lip and eyebrow highlighting that fact, but he couldn’t care less. Then he’s out, not wasting even more time in sulking over his appearance.Commissioner Choi is undoubtedly already waiting for him. Gladly the streets are empty around this time of the night and Yoongi arrives at the crime scene in no time. Locking the car, he walks down to the river, where several policemen keep on investigating the area. But the Commissioner is nowhere to be seen. So Yoongi takes the chance and gets out his phone to distract him from waiting. He sees some confusing tweets from his acquaintance Namjoon about some devil he seemingly signed a contract with. But Namjoon was cryptic about mostly everything, which is one of the facts why Yoongi can’t really trust him.
“Agust D. I’m glad you could come.” A familiar voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he turns up his head. Commissioner Choi is making his way towards him, going on with the subject. “It’s serious this time. The body is… you know the Joker. And his cruel way of sending messages but this Baby J... man.. He’s barbarous . As for now we can only assume things, until the forensics made their tests.But it seem like that psycho cut millions of hearts into our mole’s flesh while he was fully conscious throughout the torture. They probably made sure he stayed alive ‘til the very last cut and letting him bleed out with it. The smile on his face was sliced in after he died, solely for the purpose of delivering the message to you..”Yoongi inhales sharply on hearing those news. That Baby J had learned quickly from his master. “So.. you’re trying to tell me you have no significant information, which could lead me to them?!” The displeasure in his voice, now deepend by his voice changer inside his mask, makes his opposite flinch, answering in a smaller tone. “N-no… for now this is all we have. We need to in-...” “Then go and do what you need to do and don’t dare to bother me again without proper informations! Understood, commissioner ?!”It looks like the addressed man shrinked several centimeters, nodding hastily in agreement. “Of course, we’ll set out our best men for this case. I’m sorry we bothered you. It won’t happen again.” Yoongi storms off without saying another word. He knows he’s overreacting, but even someone like him is can only take a certain amount of sleep-deprivation and healing wounds. Also, it pisses him off more than it should, that Joker’s junior is ahead of him, plotting something which might threaten the peace of everyone in this city.
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Hello ♥ I know it's been a while but life's crazy for me right now.. so it's another slightly short update. Hope you're not mad with me!And I'm just so thankful that there are people out there who want to read my.. ideas coming to life! ♥Today's moodboard is the one and only: AGUST D!! ♥ And now, let's start!!Namjoon sighs, resting his head in his hands. It’s 4am and he’s still sitting at his desk, nearly finished with putting together the last files about the Joker. He doesn’t know why he even let himself be persuaded so easily by a fucking criminal who’s best friends with the Joker Gang, but that Seokjin just has something to him which makes the lawyer’s mind dizzy and his hands sweaty. For him, the tainted jurist even reached out to one of “his” securities to find some useful information, which is a very rare case. But the consultation paid off, everything Seokjin needs to know is now neatly lined up in a document on Namjoon’s laptop.One last check-up over the data and it is sent out to the dangerously hot thief. “Fucking finally.” He murmurs and turns away from his workspace, letting his eyes flicker to the window. A piercing headache growing just below his temples. He’s definitely stressed, mostly because of the unpredictability this new path has in store for him. Working for these kind of criminals is new for him, especially their absolutely non-existent moral and humanity. But speaking about morally questionable actions, Namjoon is most certainly no blank page.There are things you just have to do if you want to get to the very top in this city. It was an easy task for him, with his innocent dimple-smile and the trustworthy eyes, his soothing voice… everything about his outer appearance was soft and sensible. But people didn’t start calling him two-face for nothing. They fear him, because as saintly as he occurs, as wicked his mind can be. “Actually... I’m not so different than the Joker himself, huh?!” With a humorous defeat in his voice, he gets up at last and heads to his bedroom for some well-deserved sleep.
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“Listen bitches, let’s go through the plan again!” Seokjin raises his voice to drown out Taehyung’s and Jimin’s bickering in front of him. With no success, which really gets to his nerves. “You idiotic kids, if you’ll get caught it’s 100% not my fault. My man has given you every information you’ll need so use your brains and focus for just once in your lifes!” To undermine the mood he’s in, he slams his hand on the oaken secretaire in front of him.They’ve been in this shabby study for hours now and slowly his patience is running thin. They have a plan, hell, a plan that could even work out, if his two companions wouldn’t be so.. yeah well.. loony all the time. “JIMIN!” he yells and the pink-haired lunatic literally jumps out of his seat and remains quiet and eager to listen after he’s guiltily situated in the armchair again. “ Thank you. You’re too kind, finally listening to my plan getting your lover out of freaking Epiphany.. where you happen to be the main actor. You just have this one chance, you understand? According to my man, they want to start trials very soon so they can put him on the electric chair even sooner..”He speaks the last words softly into the room, knowing that those news aren’t the ones Jimin want to hear. “I know.. I know that. And I also know what to do. I.. I’m just so afraid, you know? The thought of losing him forever…” Jimin’s voice breaks and he’s trying his best not to succumb to the painful knot forming inside his chest. The words he can’t speak out loud lingering on his tongue. He’s nothing without his Joker. He’d die without him. Tears start to well up on the brim of his puppy-like eyes and he takes a shaky breath, a pathetic try to ground himself again.
“Oh hush darling, it’ll work out. You hear me? I already tried out different ways how to knock out the safeguards.. with incredible success! You’ll have enough plant-based weapons with you while I keep an eye on the cameras. And remember, I’ll always be with you, right there in your little ear!” In no time Taehyung is at his side, whispering soothing words into his ear while he clutches the delicate hands of his friend. Jimin now weakly sobbing into his chest. Seokjin watches the whole scene in some sort of awe, feeling nothing but fondness for the strong bond his proteges share.He always adored the way how close both of them were, but at the same time wonders how Jimin still could worship someone like the Joker when there’s a guy like Taehyung right in front of him. Seokjin’s former anger crumbles and suddenly he feels responsible for Jimin’s breakdown. “Um… I’m sorry for earlier, I know there’s so much pressure.. to do things right. That’s why I wanted you to listen carefully, so you memorize every little detail. I know you’re capable of accomplishing our plan. I mean.. honestly, if you wouldn’t talk so much silly shit all the time, you’d be the perfect partner for me. We’d be swimming in jewels, rings and pretty necklaces by now.”He hears a little chuckle form inside Taehyung’s tight embrace and registers this as a win. That’s one of Seokjin’s better treats, when he wants to, he can make Jimin easily laugh again. “Kitty.. c’mere and cuddle.” The demand is slightly muffled, because Jimin just doesn’t want to pull his face out of his best friend’s sweater. The addressed man theatrically sighs, but obliges and soon his arms are spread around the small boy’s chest. “S’nice..” Jimin visibly enjoys the secure embrace and leans back against Jin’s chest.
“Thank you.” It’s a simple sentence, but the deeper meaning behind it doesn’t go unnoticed by the eldest friend. He’d be killed if he’d say something like this out loud, but Seokjin knows that Jimin actually has one of the purest souls on this earth. “Okay, what about losing up the tension a little bit, hm? We can order some food and drink a toast to our brilliant plan!” Carefully Jin disentangles himself and picks up his phone from the desk to order some pizza. Taehyung also excuses himself, needing to use the bathroom really quick. But Jimin feels better, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips and he starts to believe it too. They will get his Joker back. He’s determined and his friends got his back.
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It’s already been a few days since the catastrophic discovery, but neither the police, nor Yoongi can find even the smallest clue about Baby J. And to say it just frustrates him is a daring assumption. He’s beyond infuriated, spending most of the day down in his cave searching and searching and searching. Commissioner Choi sent him all the files and informations they got, but it’s like chasing a ghost. Baby J had cleanly erased every evidence from his murderous act. Well, at least the ones he didn’t want them to find.Yoongi never had a case like that before, every criminal makes mistakes, leaving tracks for Yoongi to hunt them down. But Baby J is a different kind, in some way even better than the Joker. The blonde anti-hero squints his weary eyes together, mumbling curses to himself while he looks over the autopsy pictures and reports again. Earlier that day he had sent Jungkook and Hoseok out to do some investigations on their own, because first of all, he just can’t focus for one minute when they’re around and second, the two younger sidekicks are one big mastermind when combined.His hopes that they’ll find anything aren’t very high but sometimes miracles do happen. Thinking of them, Yoongi reaches out to his phone so he can check if they sent him some messages. Right when he’s about to unlock, a message pops up, from someone he had certainly not expected. “Hello Agust D. It’s me again. Baby J and his gang will try to get the Joker out of Epiphany this friday night. They’ll start at 1am. Be sure to prep your outfit with something.. immune to poisonous substances. Good luck.”Yoongi double checks the message, and then immediately plugs it to his computer. Maybe.. maybe this time he can manage to get through the several re-routings and security walls and find the person who’s always sending him these messages. Thanks to this stranger’s hints, he and his “Justice League” could catch the Joker in the first place. So whoever it is, Yoongi owes him big time. And now he’s sitting here in his chair for another hour, trying every decoding trick he had learned until now. Only to come around another dead end. “Oh bullshit!” his hands fly up to his white-blonde locks, pulling at them in utter annoyance.
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I'm back on track with another chapter. God sorry for my irregular updates but my private life is still a mess and I'm flying to Tokyo in a few days, so... there's lots to prepare! Nonetheless, here's the third moodboard presenting:Poison Ivy aka Red aka Taehyungie
“Hyung? What’s wrong?” The oh so familiar, raspy voice reaches his ears then. Jungkook and Hoseok are back from their investigations. Hyung.. Hoseok just couldn’t let go of this honorific, even though Yoongi had said to him at least a thousand times that they don’t use them in that environment. But honestly, now he grew so accustomed to it, that he’d be missing it if Hoseok would ever stop calling him that way. It’s a nice way to show the world how close they actually are.“Oh.. you’ve got another message from Mister X, huh?!” Jungkook chimes in as they reach the high tech installation in front of Yoongi. “Still no luck in getting through?” It’s more of a statement for himself, than to tease the head of their group, but it still triggers another awful curse from the pale, small-framed man. Meanwhile, Hoseok took the opportunity and has his arms wrapped around Yoongi to comfort him. His chin hangs over the left shoulder of his hyung while he reads through the peculiar message, eyes getting bigger and bigger.With a smile as bright as the sun, Hoseok turns his head to the person still tightly clutched in his embrace. “But hyung!! That’s so great, we have the perfect chance now to destroy that clown gang once and for all.. It’s the same person from last time, right? So the information has to be true!” Hoseok’s enthusiasm was, beyond any doubt, incomparable. Another quirk Yoongi loved about his adopted brother. He could easily enthrall anyone with his overly cheerful behaviour and sunshine smile and on some days, it’s the only thing that gets Yoongi into doing his tasks.“You’re right Hobi, I was just so keen on finding that person and got carried away when it didn’t work out how I wanted.” “Wait, there are occasions you don’t get carried away and act all irked?!” This time, Jungkook wanted to tease him, an entertained sparkle decorating his bunny-eyes, while he pulls up a chair to sit next to Yoongi. “But for real now, we need to start coming up with a strategy how we’re going to scoop them up right then and there! A few more informations about how many people are part of this gang would’ve been nice, tho… also what about that poisonous substances?? Is that plant-hybrid involved, too??”“As far as we know the closest circle around Baby J are 3 people. One of them already sitting behind bars. The other two are… this kleptomaniac cat-guy Black Cat and like you said, Poison Ivy. I bet Baby J won’t take anyone else with him, because after he discovered our mole he certainly won’t be trusting another one from the greater circle.” Hoseok muses, showing his trademark dimples. “But whom of them is sending Yoongi these informations then? We don’t have any other mole and even if, the last one was also kept at bay with the informations about their hideout..”“Kids you can bet I want to know who that person is more than both of you, but now there are more important things to focus on. This gotta stay top secret. We won’t involve Choi or the police, they’d be only handica-” “Oh thank god Yoongi. I needed to hear that!” Jungkook shouts out, earning a sharp glance from Yoongi for his unsolicited outburst. “It’s going to be just the three of us. We’ll sneak in, having the advantage of surprise on our side. But I will prep your suits too, in case anyone of us get in touch with the mentioned substances or Poison Ivy himself.”For the first time in days, Yoongi not only sounds confident, but also feels like it. “One of you willing to head to Yejun so he’ll get us coffee and something to eat? I think we’ll need the whole night to form a good plan. There’s not much time left.” Not even one second after Yoongi finished his sentence, Hoseok shuffles out of the room. “Always eager to help.” Jungkook snickers, warm eyes following his friend. It’s still funny to him, how he got invited to be a part of their peculiar family, but he’s never been more grateful.His own family never really cared about him and he always felt odd and left out, especially when people found out about his unique power. That’s why he spent most of his time indulging in learning, reading and solving small riddles. Because he’s always been that smart kid and those were the only things that brought him some joy back then. Looking back now, everything that happened to him doesn’t feel like a coincidence anymore. More like fate. He was destined to meet Yoongi and Hoseok along the way. The first people who welcomed him, made him feel like he truly belongs somewhere. The first people he could call a family without feeling hypocritical.“Hey Kookie, everything’s good?!” His carousel of memories comes to a sudden halt as a hand is placed on his lower arm. It’s Hoseok, who’s holding up a cup of coffee for him. “Yeah.. just some thoughts that crossed my mind.. oh and thanks for the coffee! Now, let’s get it, huh?!” The youngest with the bunny smile enthusiastically shuffles in his seat, before taking a huge sip of his coffee. Yoongi hums in appreciation, heading over to the huge smartboard on the wall behind them.Anticipation of what’s going to happen, building up inside him. Plotting is one of his favourite parts of all this crime-fighting, being a feared anti-hero scheme. And he’d gladly spend all night and all day to come up with the perfect way of catching Baby J and his group successfully. It’s not that Yoongi’s holding a grudge against that pink haired harlequin, but he senses that something’s off with that boy. A bit less than a month ago, when he gathered informations about the Joker, he also stumbled upon some pieces of Baby J’s story.His biography left Yoongi with the impression, that this boy with the face of an angel was being completely molded by the Joker, into an obedient spineless doll. He’d never talked about that to anybody else but after he discovered these leaks, he wanted nothing more than to get inside that boy’s head and see if he could be saved. If he could “undo” that brainwash. For a few more minutes, Yoongi doesn’t even realize, that the other two men in the room stopped paying attention and instead are chasing each other now.Jungkook’s running away from Hoseok, always using a small percentage of his super powers just to slow down again in the next second, until the latter can nearly reach him, just to speed up again. “Hyuuung, he took pictures of me again while I was asleep!” Hoseok’s pathetic pout washes away every dark thought Yoongi had a minute ago and he joins the careless laughter surrounding him.
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It’s another sleepless night for Jimin. After he tried to fall asleep in the queen size bed upstairs for several hours, he surrenders and moves downstairs to the soft, velvety couch he already spent many nights before. Tomorrow’s the day, so there’s actually a screaming reason behind his restlessness. The whole situation gets to him, more than he wants to admit. He’s never been separated from the Joker for such a long time, let alone been capable of making his own decisions.Honestly, if he wouldn’t be so keen on bringing his lover back to him, he most definitely wouldn’t know what to do with his life. He’s not built for living on his own, especially not in this fucked up mansion. Everything’s 120% creepier without having at least one person around, and even though Jimin got rejected by the Joker most of the time he came to him in the middle of the night to cuddle, there was at least someone there.“I miss you like hell…” His voice nothing more than a whisper as he scans the dimly lit room again. Just to be sure. Then he wraps his fluffy blanket tighter around him and turns to face the back of the couch. Another flash of despair washes over him and now he just can’t stop the sobs, which are already rambling inside his chest. Tears flooding down his cheeks as he’s being pulled even deeper into that headspace again, a chant of desperate “I miss you”s escaping his trembling lips.“Tomorrow.. I need you..” I’m dying without you. He thinks but doesn’t speak it out loud. It’s the most painful truth and Jimin doesn’t want it to be real.. yet. Not before he tried everything. Not before he burned the whole city to ashes in his attempt to rescue what’s his. In his last weak attempt to drown out his tears he pulls out his phone to read through some texts of him and his Joker again.
How he sometimes could get the Joker to join him in bed after hours of negotiating and teasing him.Or how one time, his Joker got him another beautiful baby-pink subnose revolver, because Jimin had been nothing but a good boy after the last big punishment from the so called love of his life. A faint smile now playing in the corners of his lips, while he relives those moments in his head. And soon the exhaustion of his former breakdown settles in his eyelids, letting them grow heavier and heavier until he falls into an unsteady slumber.
Next chapter, Agust D and Baby J will finally meet each other... (and maybe two other people, too)
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So uh... I'm really the worst at updating I know... but I had severe personal problems and slowly but steady everything's getting better now. That's why I'm back now with a new chapter! ♥ I hope it'll make up for my long absence!
And for this chapter's moodboard: Let's all welcome my dearest Hoseok aka Hope.
“Kook, you there?!” “Yes, sir!” Comes the immediate response over Yoongi’s in-ear. It’s the day and the three friends are already in their positions to break into Epiphany. The last days have been nerve wrecking for all of them, going through the plan over and over again, removing every little detail that could go even 1% wrong. And now they at least think that they’re well prepared, because as always, reality isn’t predictable at all. “Hyung, I’m also on my spot. We can start.” The familiar, raspy voice of Hoseok adds to their channel.Sudden adrenaline rushes through Yoongi’s body. “Okay, then let’s do this.” After his command, they move in tense silence. Hoseok and Jungkook are assigned to the guard room, where they’ll most likely bump into Poison Ivy, because former investigation showed, that the kitty thief isn’t in town tonight. From that room, they can follow Yoongi’s every step and warn him if there are any intruders on his way. Yoongi’s only task is to find Baby J and knock him out, just enough to get him imprisoned, too.
“This is so cliché..” Yoongi mutters to himself as he crawls through the ventilation shaft. During their preparations, Yoongi protested at first, but they figured it’s the easiest way to move forward unseen. Even though the blonde boy, who mastered every combat style in only a few months, knows that these so called “ special trained ” guards Epiphany occupies aren’t shit, he’s grateful to spare his strength for his real enemy.Speaking honestly, without the highly developed security equipment, every inmate would be free by now and all the guards either jobless, or murdered and that thought alone drags a breathless chuckle out of him. Breathless, because it’s hot under Yoongi’s mask, he already started sweating 20 minutes ago, but due to the low air circulation and narrow shaft, his transpiration increases. He mutters some curses and insults himself for not making his mask lighter and more breathable. “Kook, Hobs.. when we’re finished, please remind me to upgrade my mask. I’m dying under it.”
Silence follows, but Yoongi can’t pay a thought to it right now, because he’s finally at the point where he has to leave the shaft and sneak around the corridors to his destination. His breathing is still heavy and sweat still trickles down his neck from the previous sauna-like experience. Blonde hair strands are clinging to his forehead while he makes his way through the endless corridors, nerves and senses on edge and ready to fight anyone who’ll pass his way.You can tell, Epiphany is definitely not Yoongi’s favourite place. It’s just the way the walls are painted in that specific, creepy dirty-white and the passages seem to never end. The way his nose burns from the strong smell of disinfectant and cheap rubber gloves wherever he goes. But what really sends chills down his spine and makes his breath go faster is the distressing silence that wavers around him. It sparks some traumatic memories of how abandoned the mansion felt, the first weeks after his parents had died.
“Damn it, Yoongi get your shit together!” He grunts under his breath and turns around the next corner. Still no securities who might cause trouble and slowly Yoongi gets an inkling why not even one person shows up on his way. Baby J has a head start. “Kook.. Seok are you there? Can you hear me?” Silence. “Hoseok! Jungkook! If you hear me respond now !” Nothing, again. Yoongi grows restless, his mind slips. Something must have happened to them.They were always reliable, always responded to him on the spot. “Fuck!” One last time he tries to get a response over the speakers, still with no success. Yoongi wants to scream, to tear something apart right on the spot. His heart clenches and new, fearful adrenaline rushes through him. Everything’s getting unbearable to the point where he just wants to collapse, his usual subtle anxiety washing over him in waves now. He got his only family in danger and just when he finally makes the decision to abort their mission and come for their rescue, he hears something, or someone , rustle behind him.
The blood rush in his ears causes him to nearly trip over after he swirled around to face whoever made that noise. But instead of a tripping body, he only feels his heart tripping at the sight in front of him. There he is, Baby J, in his full glory , dangerously glimmering in Yoongi’s direction. “You!” The appearance in front of him barks and he has half a mind to get into a defensive position before Baby J leaps forward. Yoongi is so out of it, the previous realization still rambling deep inside his chest, that he gets crushed against the next wall with a firm hand around his throat. “It’s all because of you! You fucking joke of a superhero.”The pink haired villain spits viciously in Yoongi’s direction and slams him against the wall once more. It finally sparks the needed reaction out of Yoongi, his hands reaching up to grab Baby J’s wrists in one swift motion and getting them far off of his throat. Yoongi definitely underestimated the power of his opponent, needing to dodge an attempted kick towards his chest, while still gripping the other man’s wrists.
“Listen, I don’t want to hurt you.” But all Yoongi get’s is an inhumanely growl followed by a headbutt which lets him see faint stars. Anger fuels that small man’s strength to the point where he’s seriously threatening to
damage Yoongi’s suit. He takes a step back, letting go of Baby J’s wrist to launch a fist-feet-combo and it’s a full hit, his foe tumbling backwards. But the victory doesn’t last long, the pink haired harlekin is on his feet again before Yoongi can blink a second time.A heated fight sparks between them, and Yoongi has to gather all his senses and techniques he learned over the past years, to not lose against Baby J. He doesn’t know for how long they’re fighting, neither of them showing just a tiny bit of defeat. Only the heavy panting and pained grunts caused by another hit echoe from the walls. Frustration grows inside Yoongi, because he’s still not entirely focused and he can’t grasp why.
There are just these big, piercing eyes constantly staring at him, full of sorrow and pain and it stirs something inside Yoongi’s guts because he gets him. He gets Baby J and that’s probably the worst that could happen. The longer the fight goes on, the more distress misshapes that angelic face and his moves are growing even more ferocious and erratic. At one point, Yoongi believes to see tears glistening in his eyes and the sudden rush of fondness hits him absolutely unprepared and he lowers his defense for just a second.However, that second is enough for Baby J to strike a full hit to Yoongi’s masked face and he thumps against the wall behind him. That’s what he gets for not staying focused, he curses to himself and groans in agony. It takes him a few moments to realize something, something that never happened before and is actually the worst that could ever happen to him. His mask is broken, the left half of it in pieces on the floor in front of him.
His eyes dart up to where Baby J stands, unable to move, bewilderment widening his eyes. Both of them are paralyzed for what seems like an eternity, none of them daring to breathe or make a sound. “Y-you… Min Yoongi?? YOU’RE MIN YOONGI?” A hysteric scream cuts through the heavy silence which soon fades to crazy laughter. “This is even better, now I’m not only wiping out the worst superhero of all time, but also the most influential man in this goddamn city.”Baby J steps forward, standing between Yoongi’s spread legs, a demonic grin graces his features now. “And the best part of your unfortunate revelation is, that now I can see your face writhe in pain while I finally destroy you.” Even now, Yoongi can do nothing but gawk at the man’s face above him. He wanted to rescue him. He only ever wanted to do good things for people who had similar fates like him and the sudden feeling of failure paired with regret that washes over him now is overwhelming.
Tears are burning in his eyes, when Baby J lifts his left foot and places it, lightly at first, on Yoongi’s chest. “To be honest, I always thought you looked cute, Min Yoongi , those sharp eyes and little nose of yours.. just like a cat. And I love playing with cats.. so sad that we didn’t met before this .. I bet you’d be fun to play with.” With an amused laugh, Baby J bends down and cups Yoongi’s jaw in one hand, pudgy fingers digging into the soft skin around his chin.Their noses only centimeters apart now and Baby J looks at Yoongi like a predator who’s ready to devour his prey. His pretty pink hair disheveled from the rough fight earlier, some strands hanging into his face. Sweat glistens right above his plump lips and his breath is still uneven. But the glint in his eyes, that wicked, mischievous glimmer, is the worst of it all. Baby J knows he won and the only thing on Yoongi’s mind is, how beautiful Baby J looks like this. He’s glowing , he thinks in awe. But all of a sudden, Baby J is gone, the pressure of his foot on Yoongi’s chest not there anymore, as well as the triumphant aura.
Instead, fear and disturbance disfigure his appearance. “W-what d-d-did.. what did you just say?” Baby J’s voice becomes small and vulnerable all at once and Yoongi watches him curl into himself, sliding down the opposite wall. “What did you call me? Why would you call me that. Why ??” Blank, Yoongi’s mind goes entirely blank with that accusation, because he can’t even remember saying it out loud. “ANSWER ME!” Now Baby J screams at him in irritation, the walls doubling his voice. And it might be wishful thinking, but Yoongi believes to see tears streaming down the other boy’s face.“I’m sorry.. I just want-..” His apology was cut short by someone shouting his name in the distance and as the voices grow louder, Yoongi manages to fully get rid of his stupor that the pink haired demon had over him and yells in relieve. “Jungkook, Hoseok, I’m here!!” Everything that happened in between Baby J and him already feels just like a fever dream, forgotten as his two brothers rush towards him. “Hyung.. oh god hyung are you okay? Your face! What happened? Are you in pain..” Hoseok is the first one to fall on his knees besides his older “brother” and caresses the exposed side of his face.
Gently, as if he could break Yoongi’s skin, he removes the the remaining part of the mask and starts to search for any major injuries. Yoongi exhales a shaky breath and reaches out to stroke Hoseok’s hair whispering a “I thought I had lost you forever..” just loud enough so only the doe-eyed boy next to him can hear it. Big, loving eyes with tears clinging to lashes scan over him, before Hoseok takes a deep breath to steady himself. “So did I..” Hoseok sobs and his eyes water quickly, as he tugs Yoongi into a tight hug. But Yoongi only winces at the sudden contact, his wounds still fresh and he thinks he might even have some bruised ribs.Which.. yes, which leads his thoughts to the fourth person in this room again. The person they were actually here for in the first place. And as if Jungkook could read Yoongi’s mind, he takes some careful steps towards Baby J. The villains current state is nothing compared to his fierce attitude just some minutes ago. Back pressed against the wall, arms snugly wrapped around his legs and his face squeezed into his knees. Only his trembling shoulders reveal that he’s silently crying.However, it leaves Jungkook fairly unfaced and he calls out: “Yo pink sucker. You’re lucky he’s not seriously injured. Otherwise you’d never see the daylight again.” He’s shortly interrupted by pathetic hiccups from his opposite, before he can continue with his speech. “I really hope you learned your lesson. Don’t ever try to outplay us again, you’ll always loose.” But instead of putting Baby J in handcuffs, Jungkook idly turns towards his friends again a low chuckle on his lips as he addresses Baby J one last time. “Oh and.. if I were you, I’d be looking for you dear red-headed friend now. He’s not feeling so good.”A victorious grin tugs at his lips when he hears a startled gasp and fabric rustling behind him. “Next time, I won’t let you get away, Min Yoongi!” Baby J’s voice doesn’t sound as vicious as he probably intended, still raw and cracked from his crying earlier. With one last glare that’s more painful than hateful, Baby J turns around and sprints towards the staircases. “What… why did you let him go? We had him right here!!” Even Yoongi doesn’t sound as convincing as he wanted to, and once again he silently curses at himself.In fact, he feels relieved that they let Baby J escape, on one hand, because he knows he won’t search for the Joker tonight again and on the other hand.. the thought alone sending shivers through Yoongi’s spine.. he wants him to be free, so they can meet again, alone. These thoughts are more than dangerous, Yoongi knows it better than anyone else, but the seeds are already planted and are growing rapidly. He still sees these glimmering eyes right before him, the way his jaw tensed and muscles flexed when they were just inches apart. Even the intoxicating smell of baby powder and strawberries lingers in his nose and he groans.“Let’s get you out of here and pampered at home, hyung. C’mon I got you.” Hoseok coos soothingly and wraps an arm around his older friend’s waist to steady him. As on cue, Jungkook joins the other side instantly and together they retreat to the mansion.That's it for today. Sooooo... what did you think of Baby J finally meeting Agust D?? Sounds promising? Also, for everyone who knows my au twitter account: I got suspended some time ago and now I need to work on a new one :(((But in the meantime, I'll just try to update on here more... regularly! ♥ Until next time!
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“Tae!... Tae.. you should’ve seen him. Seen the look on his face when I stepped on his chest.” Jimin’s crazy laughter echoes through the night as he jumps euphoric up and down the sidewalk. After the first wave of shock and the relieve afterwards that, luckily, nothing happened to his best friend, Jimin remains ecstatic about the whole happening. It’s past 2am and rain drizzles lightly on their figures. Taehyung has fallen a bit behind, watching fondly over the younger man who’s still dancing happily towards their home. It’s been a while he’s seen his friend this happy, but he still wonders what exactly happened after that. Because first of all, Jimin came back without the Joker and second of all, it was evident that Jimin cried earlier. But Taehyung is a man of patience and, instead of worrying, enjoys the allover carefree mood. And to be quite honest, he’s all too happy that the Joker is still locked up and will be for a while longer. Just a few steps in front of the gates of the mansion, Taehyung’s phone buzzes and he quickly unlocks it to see who messaged him. A short glance towards Jimin, who’s already fumbling with the lock on the door, and he types away his response. “The cat asked how it went and if he should come over.”
He sees Jimin scratching the back of his neck, before he gets nothing more than a nod as an answer.
Ah, there it is. A knowing smile plays around the older boy’s lips and he follows Jimin inside so they can lounge on the couch while waiting for Seokjin to arrive. Not much time passes and they hear the predatory purring of a motorcycle outside. The telltale that their favourite thief arrived. And like the good friend he is, Jin doesn’t come with empty hands. Soon they’re spread across the living room, munching on sushi rolls and sipping sparkling wine, all while listening to the cat’s heated stories with his new fling.
It’s a very pleasant night, Jimin feels good with the chatter of his closest friends beside him and the light thrumming of alcohol through his system, making him feel warm and fuzzy. A small yawn escapes him and draws the attention of the two others onto him.
“But enough about me, you didn’t tell me anything about how your mission went!”
Curiosity glistens in Jin’s eyes and he’s robbing closer to Jimin with the big llama cushion he always carries around when he’s at the mansion. Jimin on the other hand tenses up and starts to stutter away before taking a deep, grounding breath. He wraps his arms around his legs like he always does and begins to pout. “You know… sometimes.. it doesn’t matter if you succeed and just get away without any long lasting injuries..” It’s like the pink haired boy relinquishes on the memories of the night for a while before continuing with a glint in his eyes, his friends know all too well. “But.. it doesn’t matter how exactly the evening ended, because.. I’ll still get my revenge. Because I’ve made the revelation tonight. In form of…. Red, drum roll please… Min Yoongi.” Dumbstruck faces are looking back at him. “Min Yoongi??” They ask in unison. “Oh right, you weren’t there to see what I saw when I shattered Agust D’s mask.”
Jimin didn’t have to say more than this his two friends already getting eyes as big as a saucepan, before sucking in their breath. With an overly satisfied smirk he leans back at the shabby burgundy couch and watches his friends sputtering in disbelief.
“So… what you are saying is.. that our beloved citizen of honour is this stupid bat???”
Taehyung is the first one to find his voice again, shaking his bright red locks. “All that time, it would’ve been so easy to get rid of him…. Also how does that small twink even manage to be so powerful?” Seokjin chimes in, bemused remembering the times he already got his ass beat by Agust D. “Well, you know.. he’s actually nothing without his two friends. That was another fact we discovered tonight.” For a few minutes, they fall into silence, each of them letting the news sink in again.
Only Jimin doesn’t want to indulge in his thoughts any further and stands up, strolling towards the ceiling high windows behind the. It’s still raining outside, the trees in front of their mansion keep rustling and raindrops tap calmingly on the window panes. Jimin sighs. “And what do you want to do now Jiminie? Blackmail him to set the Joker free and turn himself in? You still want to kill him, don’t you?!” Seokjin blares out and interrupts the destructive thoughts which are already forming inside the smaller boy’s head. “Y-yeah... “ Jimin croaks in response and he’s glad that his better half senses the shift in his mood and beckons Seokjin to leave.
After a few more hugs and promises to update him soon, their feline friend is finally out of the door. “It’s not that easy, am I right?” Careful arms wrap around Jimin’s slim waist and a warm chest presses against his back. Another sad huff escapes him and he entwines his small fingers with Taehyung’s big ones.
“No Red.. not at all..”
“Then talk to me about it, blossom. You know I’m here for you and I won’t ever judge you.” The low timbre voice of his friend always calms him the best and Jimin lets himself fall back into Taehyung’s embrace even more.
“Can we snuggle up in bed first?” And before Jimin can start pouting, they’re both situated under lots of fluffy blankets, Jimin half laying on Taehyung’s chest, while he rests his upper half on a horde of fluffy pillows. “Now, tell me what’s wrong…”
Soothingly, he cards through Jimin’s soft hair and waits patiently for him to begin. “He said something.. you know? Just before I could land the last hit..” Jimin murmurs the words into the thick blanket and if it wasn’t for their strong bond, Taehyung would have some problems understanding the older boy. “When I told you earlier, that you should’ve seen his face, how he looked at me.. that moment.. I wanted to convince myself..” Jimin sniffles weakly before he continues, enjoying the soft back rubs his soulmate has started.
“At first he… he looked at me in fear. But then… god Red.. his eyes.. like they were staring right into my soul.” A shudder surges through him and with a pathetic whine, he rolls himself even further onto Taehyung. “He had such sharp, piercing eyes… like a cat. And then, these words… “
Suddenly, he’s up again, staring into the darkness.
For a few minutes, they stay like this, and Taehyung’s breath gets stuck in his throat when Jimin lets out a heavily pained sigh. “You’re glowing.” He turns to face his best friend again and Taehyung swears if it wasn’t for the pitch black darkness surrounding them, he’d see the absolute bewilderment in Jimin’s face.
“That’s what he said.” And then he’s back on Taehyung, crawling upwards until their faces are only mere inches apart and Jimin’s hot breath fans the other’s lips.
“I can’t stop thinking about his words. Can’t stop thinking about his piercing eyes. I fucking can’t stop thinking about why he said that. It drives me crazy Red.. so, so crazy..”
Jimin’s voice wavers at the end, a hidden meaning only Taehyung understands and a gaze that makes him shiver with anticipation. “You want me to take care of it?” He breathes against the plush lips in front of him and.. only a gesture as small as Jimin’s left leg grazing Taehyung’s inner thigh was needed and their lips clashed together. From the start, it’s all tongue and teeth and lip biting, but that’s how they like it. How they always liked it. And actually, how it’s been from the start, Taehyung remembers. Whenever Jimin was out of his mind and on the verge of losing his last piece of sanity, Taehyung was his solace. His anchor. Grounding him in a way that’s, for the majority of society, considered as peculiar, to say the least. But when did both of them ever care what society thinks of them anyway.
The feeling of teeth biting down on his lips finally gets Taehyung back to reality. A reality, where his soulmate is currently laying between his spread legs, subtly grinding down on him, sparking something hot inside his lower abdomen.“Pay attention to me, Red.” He growls warningly and licks across the swollen bottom lip.
Jimin loves to tease, to play with his dolls until they’re reduced to a drooling, blabbering mess, but with Taehyung it’s different.
With Taehyung, he wants to feel cared for, wants to fall and be caught. “Sorry blossom, I’m here now. .” Tender hands grab Jimin’s shoulders and flip him over so that now, Taehyung is kneeling above him with a mischievous grin.
“You’re all mine now.
My. Beautiful. Cherry blossom.”
Punctuating every word with teasing nibs along Jimin’s jawline, and a final kitten lick over his earlobe which is eliciting a sugary sweet gasp from him.
The tongue turns into teeth, pulling ever so slightly at the sensitive spot until he’s slowly starting to writhe under Taehyung from the sensation. But Taehyung doesn’t stop there, his right hand finds it’s way under the other’s shirt, dances along the side of his ribs up to his already hardened buds and pinches them.“Red…” It sounds like a desperate whimper and Jimin groans in embarrassment.
“Someone’s keen, hm?” Another pinch and tug to his nipples and Taehyung’s hands are gone again, only to get fully rid of the shirt Jimin’s still wearing. And while he’s already at it, Taehyung also takes off his blouse and throws it somewhere behind the bed. For a moment, he just gazes down at his best friend. Warmth spreading all across his skin and in his guts at the sight. Jimin, bare from his head down to his v-line, skin as pale as marble with defined muscles and a face that leaves even the prettiest rose in it’s shadow. Plump lips, which are even fuller now thanks to the biting and kissing, and half-lidded eyes gazing hotly back at him. It feels like a punch into his groin and even more blood rushes into his already half-hard cock. “God.. fuck.. do you even know how perfect you are?!” And he’s back in Jimin’s space, not losing any more time in drawing gasps and high pitched moans out of his sweetest flower as he sucks blooming bruises down his neck and chest.Taehyung can’t help it, he gets off on Jimin’s arousal and starts licking and biting down on his nipples, gives each of them the attention they deserve.
Then a particular hard bite has Jimin arching off the bed and his hands finally land on the back of Taehyung, nails digging harshly into the soft skin.
A deep growl rises from the back of his throat and his hips buck forward at the delicious pain. “Fuck blossom… you taste so sweet.”
He keeps on lavishing the soft skin, trailing down a wet path the the part he’s been absolutely neglecting until now.. and where Jimin needs him the most. His tongue wanders agonizingly slow along the waistband of his pajama panties and.. Jimin is on edge, Taehyung can tell from the way the panties tent below him.
"Red.. a-ah.. please.."
The petite boy below him moans, deep and long, once Taehyung's flat palm rubs over his rock-hard erection, the friction even more prominent with the soft fabric between them. For Jimin it feels like hours of edging and his patience is running thin, too long since he last gotten off with someone in bed. "Tae.. Tae-ah.. I.. fuck please.. I need you!"
Small, defty fingers pull and push at the redhead's hair, just enough to sting a little, and guide him down until his mouth hovers over Jimin's length.
Taehyung smirks, surges forward and licks a broad stripe from the clothed base to the tip and Jimin feels like he’s on fire.
It feels hot and wet and tight all at once and Jimin’s trembling and panting, cock twitching with every press of lips.Eventually, Taehyung takes pity and rids him of all remaining clothes.
Finally free of his confines, Jimin’s length curves prettily towards his belly and there’s precome already pooling on the flushed skin below. Taehyung’s own member throbs painfully at the sight, but he’s holding himself back. At least a little longer, because it will pay off in the end. Automatically his hands start roaming Jimin’s soft inner thighs, spreading them ever so gently. While his one hand draws small circle towards his pelvis, he bends down again to seal their lips again. This kiss is different than the one before. Taehyung takes his time, lazily making out, their tongues dancing around each other as his hand ghosts across Jimin’s balls down his perineum. Then, all of a sudden a finger is caressing the rim of his clenching hole.