"Darling, what are you doing?" Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Jin trying to sit beside Namjoon.
Jin blinked, looking at Jungkook with a pout. "Ah, please, hubby, just for now. I promise I'll make it up to you later. I really want to be close to hyung after so long. You don't understand how I'm feeling. I met him after more than years..."
Namjoon chuckled lightly. "Jin, I think he knows that better than us."
Jin furrowed his brows, confused. "Huh? How? No one really knows I have another brother other than that idiot since you left... so, of course, he wouldn't know." He glanced at Jungkook, who sat with his usual powerful aura, legs crossed as he calmly sipped his coffee.
Namjoon smiled softly and began to explain, "You know nothing, Jinnie. He is the reason behind everything. Everything that includes you."
Jin blinked rapidly, completely confused. "What do you mean?" He glanced between Namjoon and Jungkook, still not catching onto the hidden things Jungkook had done for him.
Namjoon gave a knowing smile and said, "I guess it'll be better if your husband tells you himself."
Jin turned to Jungkook, who simply smirked over his coffee cup, clearly enjoying Jin's curiosity.
"I'm really confused here, you know," Jin pouted, crossing his arms as he looked between Namjoon and Jungkook.
Namjoon chuckled softly, patting Jin's shoulder. "Your husband will clear your confusion later, won’t he?" Namjoon glanced over at Jungkook, who gave a simple nod, his expression unreadable.
Jin blinked, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. "What more are you hiding from me, huh?" he asked, glancing between both of them. "Why are there so many secrets?"
Jungkook sipped his coffee slowly, giving Jin a calm yet mysterious look. "All in good time, darling. You’ll find out everything when the time is right," he said softly, causing Jin to groan in impatience.
Namjoon laughed, shaking his head. "Don't worry, Jinnie. You're in good hands."
Jin's pout deepened. "That doesn't make me feel any less confused!"
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"Jeon Jungkook!" Jin exclaimed, as soon as they reached home.
"Are you telling me or not?" Jin asked again. But Jungkook said nothing, he had his teasing tiny smirk on.
Jin pouted and went towards Jungkook, he held his necktie and say, "Hurry, speak before I choke you!"
Jungkook chuckled, amused by Jin’s playful threat. He leaned in, his smirk only deepening as he looked into Jin's determined eyes.
"Is that so?" he murmured, tilting his head slightly. "You’d choke me just for keeping a little secret?"
Jin narrowed his eyes, tugging on Jungkook’s necktie a bit harder. "Yes, because you know I hate being kept in the dark! Now spill... or else," he demanded, though his pout made it hard for Jungkook to take the threat seriously.
Jungkook only leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. "Alright, darling. But remember... once you know, you can’t un-know." He held Jin's gaze, letting the mystery linger just a bit longer, savoring the way Jin’s impatience only grew.
"Okay, okay. I get it, now tell me!" Jin crossed his arms. Only to get disbelief when Jungkook, swiftly went inside the bathroom with no answers.
"You— Yah! Jeon Jungkook, how dare you ignore me!" Jin exclaimed as he run behind him.
"It's not fair..." Jin was cut off, his eyes widen seeing the view infront of him, "Y- yahh! Why are you undressing?"
Jin gulped as he watched Jungkook slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide off his shoulders as he held Jin's gaze, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"D-don't you dare come close...I won't let you touch me until you speak." Jin tried to say as he instinctively took steps backwards.
Jungkook smirked as he took another step closer, and Jin backed up more, only to realize he was trapped against the bathroom wall.
"Still so sure about your rule, darling?" Jungkook whispered, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in, his breath warm against Jin’s cheek.
Jin’s heart pounded, but he forced himself to keep his glare steady, even though his voice shook slightly. "Y-yes! I won’t let you touch me until you tell me everything."
Jungkook chuckled, running a finger down Jin’s jawline. "Oh, really? Then I guess I’ll just have to make you... reconsider."
Jin swallowed, feeling the air around them turn electric. He tried to muster his resolve, but Jungkook’s smirk, his warmth, and the way he was looking at him made his mind go blank.
"Aren’t you curious, darling?" Jungkook whispered, his face so close their noses brushed.
"I am fucking curious! But that doesn't mean you've to come so close..." Jin gulped, as he tried to avoid looking into Jungkook's dark eyes.
"Y- yah...d- don't touch me until you speak..." Jin tried to speak, despite being all shy and nervous, already feeling electric rushing through his body.
"Oh really? And what if I don't? What if I just want to touch you and hear you moan my name instead?" Jungkook's voice deepened as he spoke, his hands slowly sliding down Jin's arms, touching him gently.
Jin blushed at the words and the touch."I'm your husband, darling, I can be anything I want, especially to my husband, darling." Jungkook smirked, his hands continuing to roam over Jin's body, his chest lightly brushing over Jin's chest.
Jin's body stiffened at the closeness, his hand fidgeting on his shirt, "W- what do you want?" he asked.
Jungkook's eyes gleamed with mischief. "For now, just your undivided attention, darling. And... perhaps, your shirt off."
Jin’s eyes widened, his face turning a shade of red that only deepened as Jungkook leaned in, his breath warm against Jin’s ear.
“You… you’re impossible,” Jin stammered, backing up against the wall. “I-I said I want answers, Jungkook, not... not this!”
Jungkook chuckled softly, his fingers toying with the hem of Jin’s shirt. “You’ll get your answers, but patience, darling,” he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. “Think of this as... a way to keep your attention focused. I wouldn’t want you distracted.”
Jin tried to summon his resolve, but the warmth of Jungkook’s touch and the way he looked at him made it near impossible. “If… if I let you keep going,” he muttered, barely meeting Jungkook’s gaze, “then you have to promise to tell me everything.”
Jungkook leaned closer, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. “I promise. But first…” He gently lifted Jin’s chin, meeting his eyes with a look that was both intense and tender. “Let me show you exactly how much you mean to me.”
Before Jin could protest further, Jungkook closed the distance between them, his lips brushing over Jin’s in a kiss that left them both breathless.
"Mghmmm..." Jin moaned, his hands holding Jungkook's bare shoulder, his fingernails clasping onto his husband's bare skin.
Jungkook smiled against Jin’s lips, savoring the small sound that escaped him. His hands trailed down, gently wrapping around Jin’s waist as he deepened the kiss, leaving Jin's knees feeling weak.
“See, darling?” Jungkook whispered, his voice barely a murmur as he pulled back just enough to meet Jin’s gaze. “This is all just part of showing you how much you mean to me…”
Jin’s breaths came faster, his fingers clutching Jungkook’s shoulders tighter as he tried to keep his composure, but it was hard when Jungkook’s every touch made his heart race. “You… always have your way, don’t you?” Jin managed to say, his voice soft but filled with warmth.
“Only when it comes to you,” Jungkook replied, pressing a soft kiss to Jin’s forehead, his eyes still gleaming with that familiar mischief. "Now...your shirt..."
Jungkook's fingers traced on the soft fabric of Jin's shirt. "It needs to be off before I rip it off."
Jin’s eyes widened slightly, a blush rising to his cheeks as he stammered, "Y-you wouldn’t dare…"
Jungkook chuckled, his fingers already reaching for the hem of Jin’s shirt. "Wouldn’t I? Last chance, darling," he said, his voice playful yet low.
Jin sighed, giving in with a dramatic eye roll, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. "Fine! But only because I don’t want you ruining my favorite shirt."
As he pulled his shirt off, Jungkook's gaze darkened, his smirk deepening. "That’s much better… now, where were we?"
Jin's breath caught as Jungkook leaned closer, murmuring softly, "I warned you, didn't I?"
Jungkook chuckled as he saw Jin's reaction, his eyes crinkling at the corner. His hands reached out to the hem of Jin's shirt, waiting for Jin's permission. "May I?"
Jin gulped, not being able to say no, he just kept his eyes shut and let his husband do what he pleases.
Jungkook’s fingers moved carefully, sliding Jin’s shirt up as if it were the most delicate thing he’d ever touched. His warm breath ghosted over Jin’s skin as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his collarbone, letting his nose lightly trail along Jin’s neck.
"So pretty," Jungkook whispered, his lips barely grazing Jin’s skin as he continued upward, leaving a line of soft kisses along his jawline. Jin’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively grasping Jungkook's bare shoulders, feeling the warmth radiating off him.
Jin’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting as he bit down softly to stifle the shy smile that threatened to form. Jungkook’s fingers gently brushed against Jin’s sides, sending shivers down his spine.
"I…," Jin began, only to lose his words, caught in the way Jungkook’s gaze held him, deep and unwavering.
Jin’s fingernails dug deeper into Jungkook’s bare skin as he let out a soft moan, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding his body. Jungkook’s warm tongue and gentle bites traveled down his neck to his chest, and Jin felt the spark of pleasure shoot through him as Jungkook focused on his nipples, teasing them with a mix of kisses and playful nibbles.
The marks already littered across Jungkook’s skin served as a testament to their passionate connection, and Jin felt a rush of possessiveness. He loved leaving his mark on Jungkook, knowing that each one told a story of their intimacy.
Jungkook’s voice was low and enticing against Jin’s neck, “Baby, you can bite if you want.” The permission sent a thrill through Jin, and he found himself pressing his face into Jungkook’s neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his lips.
With a gentle tug, Jin bit down, his teeth clasping around Jungkook's neck, savoring the taste of him. Jungkook gasped softly, his hands instinctively gripping Jin’s waist, pulling him closer as if trying to meld their bodies together. The rush of power coursed through Jin, knowing that he had the ability to evoke such a reaction from Jungkook only intensified the moment.
“Good,” Jungkook murmured, his breath hitching as Jin continued to leave his mark.
“I love it when my darling marks me as his,”
