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“Boss…”
Jimin looked up at his subordinate with a piercing gaze under heavy eyelids. After the midnight break-in into the underground casino, which didn’t pay his gang their share, he didn’t really have a chance to sleep, eyes closing every minute and body a little bit on edge, shivering from the chillness of the club’s basement.
But who cared. Not like it was his first time.
“You better have a good reason to interrupt my sleep, Li.”
Jimin squinted his eyes even more, obviously having a bad day. Just like a predator who was annoyed but not enraged enough to stand up from his comfy, warmed-up place and chase the pray down.
“Your boy,” Li was about to answer, but didn’t finish the sentence: it was more than enough for Jimin's face to go soft and pliant, his stare not as deadly as before.
“...he’s here? So early?”
“Yes. But…”
Jimin tipped his head to the side, confused as he was trying to understand what was wrong. Li was a little bit too panicked for a simple message he just delivered, nervously licking his lips from time to time. Suspicious.
“Go on.”
“He is all beaten up.”
“What?!”
Jimin let out an annoyed “tsk!”, ruffling through his bleached hair, while looking at the floor between his wide spread legs. Triggered, he jumped off the couch in a second, widely gesturing with a flaming, “Shit!..”.
An echo of footsteps resembled the ticking of the clock. A dark corridor lead to the stairs outside, straight to the sun, just where the backdoor of the bar was located. Jimin didn’t waste a second running up the stairs, his brand new leather shoes creating a dry sound on the asphalt floor.
The backyard of the club greeted him with good weather and moody subordinates, surrounding… Jungkook.
Jungkook, who had a bloody red abrasion on his lips that transformed into a purple blue bruise at the corner of his mouth. He had some thin knife-cuts on his cheeks, blood already dark and dry, and his nose looked bigger than usual, obviously swollen. Jungkook’s school uniform was wrinkly and covered in dust, white shirt torn, missing a couple of buttons, as the ends of the collar didn’t cover bare chest muscles. He had either started a fight or someone picked a fight with him instead. And knowing his character, the answer was pretty clear.
Jimin almost went nuts.
“You said there were no issues at school!” he roared with a raspy voice, approaching Jungkook just like a tank while ignoring his silent subordinates around them.
Jungkook kept his mouth shut the same way they did, big doe eyes looking straight at his hyung without the slightest hint of fear.
“Who was it, huh?!” Jimin grabbed his shoulder, trying to make him talk, but Jungkook hissed with pain instead, scrunching his nose. Jimin instantly pulled away his hand like it was burned, checking out Jungkooks body with worrying eyes until he finally got it.
His gaze darkened.
“Follow me. Inside. I need to examine you.”
He didn’t turn around even once when they walked through the corridors, huffing and puffing in mute anger while listening to the sound of Jungkook's footsteps obediently following him behind his back. Jungkook only – other gang members knew just well when they needed to leave their boss alone. Especially if he was alone with Jungkook – a high schooler that had a special place in his heart, which wasn’t really a secret to anyone.
Jimin babysitted him just like his own younger brother, protected him and lost count of the money he spent on him. He listened attentively to everything Jungkook ever told him about his life, just so he could pick up on those things that were absent in it. Couple of months ago Jungkook mentioned how he couldn’t get enough of his friend’s playstation while being at his house for a sleepover. He got a delivery with the latest released PS4 right the next day from an anonymous sender. Another day he whined about how his earphones broke and Jimin bought him new ones: big and expensive, worth of envy from anybody from his class.
Jungkook was being spoiled terribly.
But Jimin's priority was to always keep him away from evil.
Funny, coming from someone, who was an "evil" himself, notoriously “bad” in this region.
Jimin wasn’t crazy or stupid, he knew that he was the greatest danger to Jungkook. That was why he tried his best to avoid him lately, even though it hurt. Hurt a lot. He became too attached to the boy. More than he expected. More than he could ever allow himself. Jungkook was just like the forbidden fruit but Jimin wasn’t an innocent Adam. Not at all. He was the snake from the Bible story, even though it wasn't his choice. And nevertheless, he got seduced instead.
The thing was, he couldn’t sink any lower – he already was at the very bottom.
But Jungkook…
Jungkook could. He was only eighteen, graduating soon and applying for a wealthy college. He had a bright future and a regular life of a common citizen waiting for him, even though it was already scarred by Jimin's presence.
Just like his body that would never be the same again...
“How about you explain yourself?” Jimin asked strictly, finally reaching his office and opening the door, the chocolate-colored couch that he’d been lying on just recently reflected the light of the lamps. “What happened?”
Jungkook sighed, easily handling hyungs laser-like eyes.“They saw… well, you know.”
Jimin's eyes went wide unconsciously.
“But… but you told me you were going to be careful in the locker room! You promised me, Jungkook! We had an agreement and only because of it I accepted your…”
“Aish, hyung,” Jungkook scrunched his nose, tired from Jimin’s lectures. “It was an accident and it won’t happen again. You can’t change anything now, right? It happened already. Just forget it and let it go.”
Jimin let out another irritated “tsk!”, massaging his forehead with his fingers.
Why was Jungkook the one who’d been beaten up but it was Jimin who was more concerned about it?!
“You did fight back, didn’t you?”
Jungkook looked at him accusingly while shrugging off the torn backpack from his shoulders onto the couch.
“You let them beat you up without fighting back?!”
“I don’t fight, hyung, and you know that,” Jungkook answered nonchalantly, his eyebrows shaped in a perfect frown when he tried to take off the uniform jacket.
“Yes, I do know that, but still… it’s self-defense,” Jimin answered with much less confidence, already figuring out that his lecturing wouldn’t do much in this quarrel. “You can easily mess them up…”
“Right, I can. But I won’t,” deadpanned Jungkook, refusing to continue this conversation.
Jimin bit his lip, averting his eyes.
The fact the Jungkook hated violence confused the hell out of him.
Why?
Because violence happened to be Jimin's everyday life.
Lost again in Jungkook's ethical values and morals, Jimin opened the shelf of the cupboard near the wall and grabbed his first aid kit – something his own life often depended on. Jungkook finally got rid of his uniform jacket and started to work on his shirt. His knuckles were roughly skinned raw, meaning he was not only beaten up but also tossed around.
A boy who practiced taekwondo since he’d been a baby and got a black belt when he’d been fifteen!
Jimin cracked his own knuckles in tight fists, almost failing at keeping his calm just like Jungkook wanted him to. His dongsaeng never asked him to get revenge, never asked to teach others a lesson. Jungkook never misused Jimin's authority and Jimin should have respected that but…
The urge to fuck up those close-minded bastards was flaming hellishly inside him right now.
“Hyung?” Jungkook called him, as if he was able to read his mind and see those angry, brutal thoughts. He didn’t move even an inch, carefully and attentively watching Jimin's face, the emotions that were reflected on it. His shirt was already fully unbuttoned, whiskers of a colorful dragon on his skin slightly peeked out from the right end of the collar.
Jimin felt guilty, slowly calming down and closing his eyes. He got carried away. Again.
But he conformed right away.
“…Don’t you want to keep me company?”
Jimin looked up at Jungkook, opening his eyes as fast as he’d closed them before. Jungkook threw himself on the couch, his pleading eyes piercing right into Jimin's heart.
Attention, right.
Jungkook never asked for anything more than just attention. All those expensive gifts from Jimin were never worth more than couple of quiet minutes together. Jungkook valued the time they spent together more than anything else in this world, doing his home assignments till late at night, so that he could still be a student with good standing. He obviously needed that cover, as he dedicated all of his free time from school to a mafia boss and certainly not some stupid textbooks. Jungkook did everything he could to not get in trouble when he stayed at Jimin's place for a whole day.
All he asked in return? Just some attention. And Jimin was always ready to give him all he wanted. Without wasting any other minute, he took the first-aid kit to the couch and sat down. His hand naturally trailed down Jungkook's hair at the back of his head all the way to his neck, affectionately patting the boy. Jungkook liked that, a lot, putting up his chin and smiling while fawning on Jimin to get touched again.
“I missed that,” he confessed, feeling truly at home when he was near his hyung.
Jimin kept petting him, still letting go from time to time to dump the cotton pad in sanitizer and carefully place it on the bruises, frowning every time Jungkook unintentionally flinched from the burning pain. His lips shut tightly. Jimin knew it hurt – he’d had too many similar experiences in his “eventful” life. His eyebrows went up in compassion, sad love and care swimming in his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore. Jimin bent down to one of the bruises on Jungkook's bare shoulder that was accessible due to his shirt having slid off and kissed it reassuringly. His lips landed right on the tattoo of the traditional dancing Chinese dragon, whose mouth was about to bite on Jungkook's nipple.
Jungkook shivered from the touch of warm and dry lips, a contrast to the chillness in the room. He turned his head towards his hyung and let his long fingers caress Jimin's hair.
“Don’t, hyung,” he said out of nowhere, looking at Jimin from above and noticing how dreamy the older one was. “Don’t you dare think it was your fault”.
“But–”
“Do you really think I would have done all of that,” Jungkook nodded to the dragon on his skin as well as somewhere around his thighs, which were covered in uniform slacks, “if I didn’t really wanted to?”
“Jungkook-ah…,” Jimin sighed, sitting back. “You don’t get it. It’s a stigma…”
“So you think I’m stupid.” Jungkook sulked, still frowning.
“…no,” Jimin was trying to be honest, tiredly covering his eyes with his hands, another heavy sigh full of responsibility stuck in his throat. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Don’t you see that,” Jungkook paused for a second, shyly averting the gaze, “…that this is a sign… of my love for you?”
Jimin swallowed the heavy sigh that had been trapped in his throat before.
Jungkook rarely talked about their relationship so openly. That was why every moment of him mentioning it was so, so special. It was the very best proof that he cared for what they had, despite Jimin's attempts to stay away and end it all. Jungkook still valued the nothing that he got, spending his every free minute to visit a plain bar in a sketchy region, hoping Jimin would be at his office and not busy with “work”, absent the whole day.
Honestly?
Jungkook had long figured out that Jimin was trying to run away from him.
It started couple of weeks ago, right after Jungkook shared a story with Jimin about his classmates seeing him on the outskirts of the city and gossiping about him looking for prostitutes to spend time with. Jungkook had always been a good and obedient student, so the gossip didn't do much for his reputation among the trustworthy teachers. Especially after he bravely confirmed it, confessing that he was curious to look around gangs and forbidden entertainment places. This kind of straightforwardness and nonchalant behaviour leaned principal in favor of Jungkook, saving him from suspension with just a bit of scolding for about an hour or two.
But Jungkook didn't catch his mistake when he told Jimin about it like it was another fun story of his adventurous life.
Jimin didn't laugh and Jungkook noticed it too late.
Jungkook always had trouble lying to his hyung, telling him absolutely everything about his daily life and being honest without a single doubt in his mind. It never occurred to him, that while he was non-stop talking with a carefree smile on his face, that Jimin was deep in his insecure thoughts, hurting each time he heard something related to Jungkook having trouble because of their relationship. And that gossiping story was the last straw. Right after it Jungkook learned how to lie to his hyung as there was no other way to save their love.
Since that day Jimin hadn’t been informed about a lot of things that were going on in Jungkook's life.
He didn't know a thing about the suspicious glances Jungkook classmates threw the boy. Had no clue about some mean teachers who believed those rumors and tried hard to drop Jungkook's grade. Didn't have the slightest idea about the love letters Jungkook received from stupid girls, who thought him walking around dangerous streets was "cool". From then on Jungkook hid it all from him, but what was the point? Jimin was already trying to slowly break up: each time Jungkook ran to his club bar with excitement, he was met with stone-faced Li, telling him that Jimin had things to do. Jungkook doubted those "things" could pop up out of nowhere everyday at the precise time when his classes ended.
Coincidence?
No.
It was obvious to him that Jimin was avoiding him.
And it was time for Jungkook to act.
So he planned everything perfectly: to leave school earlier today and catch his hyung's attention. Now Jimin was with him, touching him and wanting to be together again. Maybe Jungkook was being a little bit evil, however, he should have changed to match Jimin, should have created his own rules in this game and win Jimin over. Should have endured all those hits his nasty classmates planted on him right after he provoked them himself, freely undressing in the lockers and showing off his gangster tattoos – before that he usually changed clothes in the restroom so nobody could see him. Now, he doesn't care what comes next: the principal being informed by those bastards or just plain hate in school.
Why should he care about those who he didn't care about before? They didn’t make butterflies fly in his stomach, hitting his fast-beating heart with their beautiful wings. They didn’t make him smile brightly, didn’t make him lose his head in love.
They were not Jimin who meant the world to him.
To be honest, it was worth it.
Pain, hate and conviction?
Jungkook wasn’t weak, he would bear it.
Just like his strong-willed boyfriend.
Jungkook snapped back from his encouraging thoughts, watching as Jimin fought the blush on his cheeks after the confession. He used this moment to wiggle out of his pants, ignoring the pain and staying only in his long white button-up. Not wasting even a minute, Jungkook sat on Jimin's lap face to face, just so he would gently kiss his hyung's sharp jawline. The sweet scent of Victoria's Secret eau de toilette that he bought in secret from his parents just to use in presence of his lover mixed up with heavy rich perfume that Jimin usually wore – his hyung told him he won it in a poker game from Arabian Sheikh's personal perfumer. Jimin's hands found their way to Jungkook's waist, as a habit, a little bit uncertain and careful, thumbs massaging his boyfriend's defined abs.
His hooded gaze switched between the colorful dragon on Jungkook's chest and the minimalistic tattoos on his thighs, spiral ornaments in between the thick black lines, curving around the leg.
Jimin still remembered the day when Jungkook got them like it was yesterday. Half a year ago his dongsaeng showed him them here, in this room, with proud and happiness, expecting praise. And that's exactly when their first massive fight happened, full with angry tears and scars on their hearts. Jungkook tried to tell Jimin that all of this was just for him but it didn't work. Jimin never asked for such sacrifices, emotionally pointing out how bad this decision was as it would lead to complications in Jungkook's bright future in an infinity of unpleasant stares from others and troubles in employment. In response, Jungkook ran away with a heartbreaking trace of tears on his cheek, crying for the first time in front of his hyung. Extremely worried, Jimin ordered all his subordinates to find his boyfriend immediately, regretting his harsh words and sharp tone.
Jungkook was found under the bridge near Han river at the sunset, crying silently into his knees, pushing them closer to his body. Jimin called everyone off so that they could be alone and burst out in tears too, hugging Jungkook tightly like he was hanging off a cliff, his wet cheeks touching soft brown hair. He apologized till the very sunrise like he’d never done before, kissing Jungkook's tattoos for hours and giving his boyfriend all the praise he wanted. When Jungkook was about to take off to school in the morning, blossoming from received love, Jimin, however, demanded a promise from him to be careful around people and change before P.E anywhere where it was safe from unneeded attention.
Memories about that day flooded Jimin's mind and filled him with sentiments, body relaxing as Jungkook drenched him in his affection right now, lazyly placing his lips on his hyung's eyelashes, chin, pouty mouth – just like he was cherishing jewels. The folded shirt hung off Jimin's hands which hugged Jungkook's tiny waist, so that he could pull him closer and closer – Jungkook was more than happy to comply, balancing on his knees on the couch and spreading them wider.
"You taste like coffee," Jungkook breathed onto Jimin's neck eventually, nose hiding in the pit of his collarbones.
"Yeah…," Jimin whispered, watching a prominent hill in Jungkook's black boxers rising and staining fabric with wet drops. "Needed it to feel awake"
Jungkook leaned away and squinted, like he was imagining the taste of bitter coffee in his mouth. Jimin laughed at him, showing off his true self slowly, but steadily – it’d been hidden before behind the mask of a tough mafia boss. But not anymore.
"A kid," he giggled with a hoarse voice, about to cover Jungkook's cock under his boxers with his palm but was stopped. Jungkook straightened up on his knees, not surrendering.
"A kid?" he asked, offended, catching Jimin's naughty hands with his own, circling his fingers around Jimin’s wrists. "Who, me?"
"Of course." Jimin smirked cutely, playing innocent and not even trying to get out of Jungkook's grasp – their difference in strength was not comparable.
"Oh, c'mon, you’re just two years older than me. Don't be cocky", Jungkook puffed, rolling his eyes. Jimin, on the other hand, was not having it, insisting smugly, "But
you
are the baby. Bet you drank some banana milk in the school’s cafeteria today, huh?"
Jungkook didn't object. His face was just judging and frowning still, as it seemed he was trying to come up with something sassy in return to this accusation. But Jimin didn't give him even a chance to counter-attack, too aroused and needy.
"Though, if you are still thirsty... I could provide you with a more... organic drink, if you know what I mean." The tone of his voice dropped, obviously hinting at a smutty, cheesy pick-up line.
However, Jungkook still took a second to get it, blushing miserably much later. "Gosh, hyung! Aish... how vulgar."
"You still like me though." Jimin pouted a bit, which someone could think was very odd for a mafia boss. But he was asking for his kiss and nobody could tell him how to do it. Even if somebody dared to, he would just shut them up with a deadly gaze.
It wasn’t their place to judge. It wasn’t their freaking business how he flirted with his boyfriend.
He was free to do what he wanted.
Jungkook played hard to get for some time but then gave in and kissed his hyung hotly, scolding himself for being such a softie. It couldn't be different, because Jimin finally became himself. It was pretty rare to see him not playing a cool and cold mafia boss – a position he inherited from his parents through generations of the Park family. Nobody but Jungkook knew how soft and sweet Jimin was in his heart, how capable he was to love and be loved. In the mafia world it was a weakness, and Jimin showed his weaknesses only to Jungkook. Damn, Jungkook was his weakness after all! A weakness that was going to destroy him someday.
But who said you wouldn’t take a long deep breath to enjoy the fresh air before dying?
And Jungkook was so hungry for kisses, missing the way Jimin breathed on his lips and how skillful his tongue didn't give him even a chance to be distracted, firing out all the thoughts like a canon. In secret, he loved the feeling of wet saliva, the sound of it slurping in his ears that people usually winced at. He shamelessly adored the wetness in his boxers that his parents and teachers would be so shocked of. He didn’t taste not only Jimin in his mouth but also a bit of saltiness of blood from his wounded lip that his hyung was trying so hard to lick up. It turned Jungkook on so much that he couldn't take it anymore, now guiding Jimin's hands, which he’d stopped before, right to his crotch. But once Jungkook let them go to let them do their job like they always did, they unexpectedly went back to rest on the back of the couch. Unapologetically.
"Don't you want to try something new today, Jungkook-ah?" Jimin smiled like a cat, squinting his eyes, and Jungkook already knew he had something very, very bad in mind.
"What now, hyung?" he sighed, remembering how he’d been spanked last time.
Jungkook wasn't shy to admit he liked the feeling of sudden, sharp slaps on his butt. Pinching pink skin on his buttocks didn’t hurt, but was rather intriguing and satisfying, making him anticipate new slaps that were about to come unpredictably. Jimin had slapped him slyly that time, without any warning, which had made it even better, and Jungkook kinda liked it, not noticing his desire to feel controversial pleasure again and again.
It was embedded in his memory: how they’d been sitting in the same position just like now, face to face, trustfully looking into each other’s eyes and trying something new for the first time. Jimin had been playing coy, tricking Jungkook into believing he was about to smack him, when he actually wasn't, slowing down just so he could unexpectedly slap his ass a little bit later. Jungkook hadn’t been able to figure out the pattern of the slaps and flinched each time they landed on him, experiencing them anew. Jimin's hands were small and didn't cover much of the skin on his buttocks, but his arms were firm and strong with profound biceps so he could leave red angry marks. Jungkook still remembered how dreamily he’d checked them out later at home, turning his head while standing in the bathroom with his bare back to the mirror. He’d still been with Jimin in his thoughts then, still feeling his hyung's mouth on his cock, when his fingers digged into the meat of the sensitive spanked butt, as he praised Jungkook for his obedience.
Since that day Jungkook secretly hoped Jimin would propose something "interesting" again, to shy to mention it himself.
Well, here it was.
"Can you get down on the floor for me?" Jimin tilted his head to the side, watching Jungkook step on the cold floor with his bare feet, not questioning his hyung's orders at all. "No, not exactly like that... On your knees, Jungkook-ah."
Jungkook felt goosebumps erupt all over his body. He swallowed, slowly sinking down on his knees, the head of his cock impatiently stretching the fabric of his boxers, eager to be revealed.
"Trust me," was the last thing Jimin said before raising his foot under Jungkook's shocked gaze. Carefully, like in slow-motion he touched the tip of Jungkook's cock with his pointy toe cap leather shoe. It twitched noticeably, leaking precum on the black fabric.
"H-hyung…," Jungkook breathed out heavily with surprise in his voice, closing his eyes for a second just so he could fully feel the hardness of the shoe on his crotch, the pressure of it. "Ah, hyu-ung. Oh god..."
Jimin bit his lip, focused and attentive, while unbuttoning his own slacks because of how tight they were on his crotch. His right hand lazily cupped his aroused dick to work on it, satisfying his needs, but definitely not letting himself come just yet. Too soon.
When Jungkook got used to the thought of what was about to happen to him, he spread his legs wider in an invitation, licking lips unconsciously while waiting for his hyung. He knew just fine that he wasn't allowed to touch himself – even if he tried to, Jimin wouldn't allow it. But his hyung always took good care of him so he didn't mind. Agreement from Jungkook's side pushed Jimin to continue as he pressed his shoe further down, the center of the outsole aligned just perfectly with Jungkook's length. Moving his leg fast and short, he got his first moan from the younger – long and breathy, resonating in his chest. Jungkook mimicked his rushed pace with his hips, giving into the forbidden pleasure. He placed himself steadily on the floor with his hands, just so he could get the pressure of his hyung's shoe on his cock deeper and stronger, back and head thrown back in an arc. Jungkook just wanted so much more but this was all he would get so far.
And that was such a huge turn on.
Jimin himself was losing it, white noise of arousal in his ears while he moved his heal closer to the head of Jungkook's cock. He stopped mockingly, and then pressed it down harder with a delay, bewitching his boyfriend.
Jungkook was out of his mind: "Aah-mm! Ah! A-... ah! Hyung!.."
Jungkook was balancing on his knees when he just couldn't bear it anymore, grasping Jimin's leg in a desperate need to stay sane. His fingers slid under the end of the slack leg, massaging his hyung's ankle with gratitude, pulling him closer and closer. It seemed to him that it was just too much and not enough at the same time, head spinning, the vision of his lover blurred out. But Jimin got exactly what he wanted right away, forcing an orgasm out of him as he pushed his shoe on Jungkook’s dick as fast as he could, leg muscles hurting and getting numb. He was aiming for the best shot, as always. Jimin was a perfectionist. Jungkook grunted and clenched his teeth, frowning, while his body reminded him of a tight string that was about to pop. The muscles of his abs twitched so hard that the full pack was clearly visible under the tan skin, glistening with sweat. But when he arched back again, moaning, they evened out, stomach trembling and spasming with each new spurt of come right into his boxers, spreading on the cloth.
Jungkook felt so blissfully relieved that he almost lost himself for a second.
Jimin couldn't fully grasp the idea that the boy in front of him was real and not an actual piece of art. He admired his dongsaeng's body – its strength but pliancy at the same time. Apollon's grace and fineness, beauty of an ideal man. Jimin's foot hung lazily and tiredly off the couch, the outsole of the shoe shiny from precum. His palm burned from how fast it pumped his cock, postponing the peak didn't really contribute to Jimin's patience. But now he could let himself go wild. The warmth of dripping come between his fingers finally stopped this crazy race of chasing his orgasm, staining the sleeve of his pricey black shirt with thick white droplets.
Jimin's breathing was so on edge, as if he’d just jumped with a parachute, not less – his and Jungkook's sighs mixed up and filled the room, almost like a heat steam. So hot they could probably get burned alive from love. Jimin became soft and weak in his heart when cruel thoughts came back to his mind, almost provoking tears. After all of this, how could he find the will to break up with Jungkook? How could he say no to him? How could he even survive without Jungkook when they would finally part? What would be the meaning of his life then? And would he ever not feel guilty for loving him so much?
The fever of a sweating body and its notable weight distracted him – Jimin open his eyes to see Jungkook throwing himself on his hyung's knees, lying on the couch so absentmindedly like nothing in this world mattered. How naive and cute. Jimin felt jealous of Jungkook's innocence. His dongsaeng burrowed his nose in hyung's stomach, snuggling closer. Jimin ruffled his hair in a sweet habit, patting his head into sleep. His chest was heavy with feelings, a knot of emotions so tight he wanted to run out and scream it out to the streets.
But Jungkook was right.
There was no reason to think about their relationship right now – they should just enjoy it and be together for as long as possible. In the end... in the very end, Jimin was ready to sacrifice everything for Jungkook. The mafia would look for him, if he quit, that was true. Would try to kill him. Jungkook would be in danger too. However... that was the worse case. And Jungkook taught him with his endless faith in them that there was a chance.
A chance Jimin never ever wanted to consider.
But now was the time to do it.
Even though he and Jungkook were so different, like black and white – these were the only colors, symbolizing the perfect harmony of Yin and Yang.
An unexpected, touching white Yang right in the heart of supposedly black Yin, just like pure and innocent Yin secretly hid a drop of dark Yang – both of them complemented each other and were meant to be together for ages.
Jimin would believe it just as whole-heartedly as Jungkook did.