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Jungkook didn't need to be told twice. An offer like that did not come often when Jin was in this kind of state, so he pulled out the gun from the holster belt around his right thigh in record time and shot the man on his knees in the forehead.
It was a quick reaction from JK‘s side, as soon as he got permission the man in front of him was dead, which shocked the crowd of employees and fighters for a second time.
Several desperate screaming, disturbed howling and shrill screeching noises echoed through the space right beneath the lively bar. Of course nobody above them could sense what was going on in the rebuilt basement area right now. Those drunk guests, who had had the pleasure to witness the three members of Bangtan walking through the crowd to get to the door leading downstairs, probably thought that they were inspecting the oncoming timetable for opening nights or giving out demands in order to change some details again. The door on top of the staircase was irreversibly closed and the managers were lying irrevocably dead on the floor in their own blood.
Panic broke out immediately when the second body hit the floor. JK couldn't have that chaos overtake his mission, so he quickly fired eight more well-aimed shots. Yoongi didn't need to check to know that the maknae had smashed the kneecaps of four people with his bullets. It had been himself who had shown Jungkook this little trick in the first place. If one is confronted with more people than they could handle on their own, the most convenient way to deal with them without killing them right away, is to hinder them from escaping first. Especially when those people were in a state of sheer panic already and trying to run for their lives.
That is how Yoongi and JK did it in Berlin, how they did it in Dubai and recently in Busan, when the fleeing pair of former employees needed to be hunted down and dealt with separately. It basically was just a very handy way to disable someone for the time being before you were ready to deal with them.
And now JK wanted to take his sweet time with everyone individually, give everyone the same amount of attention, before he permitted them the heavenly solution of death.
He had shot exactly those four people who, Yoongi had observed beforehand, had been very much on edge in the beginning of the line-up, and it was no coincidence either. Jungkook, as well as his hyung, knew damn well from observation alone, who was a fighter amongst the eleven people and who belonged to the rest of the staff.
„Kookie!“ Jin drowned out the pained cries easily. „You got some on my new blouse.“ He complained, pointing at the blood stain on the delicate white fabric of his sleeve. Jungkook's eyes widened comically as he scanned the red spot and turned to Yoongi afterward, wearing a guilty expression on his face. A short and surprised sound left his lips, but the older one just waved him off. „No worries. It wasn't that expensive.“ - „Yes, it was. And I love that blouse. It's the only thing you brought me back as a souvenir from France.“ Jin whined, pouting heavily.
„It looks better drenched in blood anyways.“ Yoongi tried to argue in Jungkooks favour, but Jin wasn't really convinced and folded his arms in front of his chest to sulk quietly.
„Alright, before you throw a tantrum, let's get this over with, hm?“ Yoongi recommended, before speaking up a little louder. „Everyone who is still able to walk… Congratulations, you won‘t die tonight.“
It seemed like Jin suddenly remembered the most important part of their task. He unfolded his arms and brought the palms of his hands together as if to symbolize a ‚ thank you ‘ for their attendance to an unscheduled meeting and to apologize for the inconveniences they had to endure throughout. „You are free to leave… and come back tomorrow morning, in case you are willing to accept our offer. It was definitely not our intention to let young people like you get taken advantage of and hurt in an establishment of Bangtan… We would like to propose a different, much better paid job to every single one of you.“
The, certainly way too young, fighters all made a run for it as soon as Jin was done talking. A loud ‚bang‘ indicated that the door had been pushed shut again behind them and that‘s when Jin seeked eye contact with Yoongi.
„You really meant it?“ He asked, smirking slightly. „Hm?“ Yoongi wasn’t following. To clarify, Jin wiped the rest of the blood on his sharp knife clean on his white blouse right across the chest. „Mhm.“, came a satisfied and approving sound from Yoongi as he watched his hyung. „Looks much better this way.“ He reassured.
„Come here.“ He then ordered simply and Jin complied, stepping neatly over the dead bodies to get to his boyfriend. He discarded the knife on a table next to Yoongi before staring down at the man's face and by that right into his soul. „Sit.“ Yoongi instructed next, moving his own hand from his thigh, so that Jin could take a seat in his lap.
Jin attempted to do what he was told, trying to kiss the younger man in the process, but Yoongi had other plans, so with a swift motion he found himself with his back pressed to Yoongi's chest. He held onto Jin's hips with both hands, grounding him in a way the older one realized he needed, as soon as he was able to feel Yoongi's hardening crotch area beneath the layers of fabric between them. A shaky breath escaped Jin's lush lips when he also felt Yoongi's steady breathing right behind his ear. „Look at our maknae finishing the job like a pro.“ Yoongi whispered with an edge of pride in his voice.
Jungkook, in fact, did a good job on the remaining staff. He had discarded his weapon as well and had resumed to the old fashioned way of beating the shit out of them with his unrelenting fists. Jin thought that it suited the situation quite well and he was happy to see his baby do what he had probably dreamed of several years ago when he had been an underaged fighter in this very same club himself. At the moment he was down to one knee, holding a man's shirt in one fist and thereby lifting his torso up from the ground while simultaneously hitting him repeatedly in the face with the other fist.
„What did you say again? It is vicious and cruel to get off on witnessing such brutality? “ Yoongi repeated Jin's words in a teasing tone of voice, grinning devilishly against his skin. To underline his statement, one of Yoongi's hands suddenly pressed down onto Jin's already quickly hardening dick.
„ Fuck .“ Jin hissed, finding it way more difficult by the second to keep his eyes open and follow the other man's instruction to observe the scene in front of them. „I meant the brutality against defenseless opponents.“ He tried to explain, but Yoongi's hand was moving now and Jin was already completely and utterly at his mercy. Yoongi noted straight away how Jin's muscles tensed up and couldn't keep from chuckling. „But aren't they defenseless right now too? Jungkookie shot each of them in their knees. Seems a little unfair to me , you know?“ He bluntly mocked Jin for what he had preached and humiliated him by revealing his contradictory behavior. Jin wished he could say something in his defense, but the humiliation turned him on more than he had thought and it was hard for him to even make a sound at all right now that wasn't a moan.
„Say it.“ Yoongi's rough tone of voice approached his ear again. „Say that you're a hypocrite.“
Jin's brows knit together instantaneously while he tried to suppress another moan from escaping his mouth by biting harshly on his own lip. As a result of his silence, Yoongi moved his large hand from his dick and left him without any contact. A whine promptly left Jin, but Yoongi wasn’t giving in and even stopped the older one's attempt to grind his ass against Yoongi's still clothed cock. „ Say it , sweetheart.“ Yoongi repeated, a little more sternly now.
„No.“ Jin refused with the last bit of his willpower. „I don‘t wanna.“ He sulked cutely.
„But you want to be touched again, don't you?“ Yoongi reasoned, letting his hand travel up to Jin's throat. „Yeah.“ The other one merely said, excited to feel the heavy weight of his boyfriend's rough hand on any part of his skin again. „Then say it. Tell me what you really are and I'll let you get down on your knees for me.“ Jin thought that this promise sounded way more enticing than holding on to his pride, which is why his eyes sparkled before he gave in easily.
„I‘m a hypocrite. I‘m vicious and cruel.“ He whispered, getting rewarded by the tightening of Yoongi's hold on his throat. „ Good boy. And now a little louder. Jungkookie over there didn't hear you.“ Jin was panting flatly by now, the reappearing stimulation on his dick in addition to the light choking distracting him from his sober thoughts successfully. „I‘m a hypocrite. I‘m vicious. And cruel.“ He repeated louder to his best abilities under these circumstances and apparently it was loud enough to gain Jungkook's attention over the dull hitting noises.
The maknae was met with a sight of his hyungs he clearly didn't expect as he was absorbed in the act of mercilessly hitting a man’s head on to the hard stone floor. He was his last - and to be fair; also most resistant - victim. The others had died rather quickly, either from getting hit with full force over and over again, from snapping their neck or - as the only woman had got granted - a shot in the heart. This one admittedly didn't give up as easily and still breathed even after several brutal kicks to his head and his face practically being smashed by Jungkook's elbow.
The youngest got distracted though, and his energy got fired up again when he saw how prettily his hyung sat on Yoongi's lap. Sometimes he began to understand why the other members of Bangtan occasionally treated him like the child of the bunch. For example when they went to get ice cream and Jungkook couldn't decide which flavor he wanted to try first. Or when it was movie-night and it was Jungkook‘s turn to decide what they would watch. He usually knew right away what he wanted, but when he was met with another option he wanted that as well and when someone mentioned basically anything else, he wanted that too. His attention span was not the problem, rather the endless amount of possibilities and the desire to do everything, preferably at once.
This is why he was conflicted when he turned to Jin and Yoongi and felt the sudden need to go play with them, even though he was already occupied with another activity.
In the end the decision was an easy one, especially because Jin was getting down on his knees in front of Yoongi now and the latter opened his jeans. Jungkook had an excellent view of Jin's broad shoulders, his beautiful back and the mesmerizing curve of his ass, particularly because the oldest arched his back alluringly while kneeling.
The gun was back in JK‘s hand and at lightning speed he finished off the man by putting a bullet straight into his head as well. Then he put the gun back, let the body fall from his hand apathetically and slowly walked over to the new center of his desire. When he approached the two of them, he looked at Yoongi first, silently asking for permission to participate and take the lead.
It had been a topic inside the relationship of the seven members for some time now. They had had a number of conversations about Jungkook's desire to top the other doms in particular. He already was Jimin’s, Hoseok’s and Taehyung's dom, and that was established fairly early on, but when they all had a session together and Yoongi and Namjoon were in charge, he almost always wished that he could be in their position too. Jin was the only switch, who was allowed to always be dominant with Jungkook and he loved how his oldest hyung treated him with love and care when he made him take his cock, but sometimes he wished it was the other way around. He had mentioned it in one of the conversations they had regularly, where everybody talked about what they wanted to try out in the bedroom and what they had discovered wasn't for them. By now, of course, everybody knew just about every little kink, like, dislike and no-go of the others already and they worked with the color system every time, but more important issues were still discussed extensively before anyone performed them.
Jin had mentioned that he wasn't opposed to the idea of being dominated by the maknae and had explained that if he was feeling submissive he would also like to try it. Since then he hadn't bottomed for anyone but Namjoon and that was altogether simply a coincidence. With Yoongi being out of the house a lot lately, Jungkook usually going with him and Taehyung being distracted with work inside his control room , Jin exclusively reverted back to Namjoon when he was feeling submissive.
Now was maybe not the best time to experiment and dip his toe into the water, as they currently were surrounded by dead bodies in an otherwise empty basement area and not inside the comfort of their home, but Jungkook swore to himself that if he didn't even ask for what he wanted right now, his rapidly building desire would probably end up suffocating him. He therefore came to a halt right behind Jin, who was too occupied with sucking Yoongi's cock like his life depended on it to even recognize Jungkook's presence, and looked questioningly into Yoongi's eyes.
The older man gave Jungkook a barely noticeable nod and that was all the maknae needed to abruptly take a fistful of Jin’s fluffy hair at the top of his head. With a ‚plop‘ Jin released Yoongi's cock out of his mouth involuntarily, as his head was suddenly pulled off and bent so far back that he could only see the ceiling and Jungkook‘s face above him. His panting increased when he caught on to what was happening and without even meaning to, his hand flew right between his own legs to at least get some kind of relief. Yoongi wouldnt have that and instantly nudged Jin's hand aside with his boot.
„Color?“ Jungkook asked, wanting to get Jin’s permission as well. The neutral tone of his voice turned Jin on even more. „Green, baby.“ He encouraged the younger one, loving the fact that his scalp still burned from the hold Jungkook had on him.
„Perfect.“ Jungkook drawled out the word with one of his bright bunny smiles. „And it‘s ‚Sir‘ to you.“ - „Yes, Sir.“ Jin obeyed easily. Satisfaction overtook Jungkook's expression while he took a deep well-pleased breath. „Can I please suck your cock too, Sir?“ The maknae felt like he could cum right this second just from the question alone.
„Make him beg for it.“ Yoongi intervened when Jungkook had only stared down at his handsome hyung for a few seconds, unable to form a sentence. The youngest seemed like he awoke from a trance when he heard those words from Yoongi and was quick with another reaction. „Okay, let‘s see if you can beg as prettily as the pitiful guy earlier.“ He said, taking the discarded knife from the table and holding it against Jin's exposed throat, just as his hyung had done with the guy previously.
„Green, green, green.“ Jin chanted rapidly, wetting his lips in anticipation.
„I said, beg .“ Jungkook smugly responded. „ Please , can I suck your cock? I‘ll be good, I promise.“ And there it was again. Jungkook was too mesmerized to function again and he only stared blankly into Jin's beautiful face. He couldn't have imagined how fascinating it would be to have his oldest hyung on his knees for him, begging him to fill his mouth. He was overwhelmed by the fact that Jin got turned on by his own knife placed neatly at his throat - which, of course, did not pose any kind of real danger to him in the slightest bit.
„You can do better than that.“ Yoongi stepped in for the second time, urging Jin on. „Please, Jungkookie. I need your cock in me. Please, Sir . I‘ll be good for you. I need you and everything you're willing to give me.“ Jin obliged instantly, eager to prove to his doms how much better he could beg than the man he had held the same way Jungkook was holding him now. The blade moved with the motions of his throat as he spoke, and the craving to touch himself became more apparent.
„Attaboy!“ Yoongi exclaimed, patting his cheek while Jungkook already made quick work of opening his own jeans.
„ Have at it. “ Jungkook repeated Jin’s words that had been directed at himself not even ten minutes ago.
Yoongi's smile grew when he heard Jungkook use the same technique of turning the tables in his favor as well. Maybe Jungkook wasn‘t as stubborn to do and have everything his way after all. The maknae seemed to learn a few things in the process even if he showed no interest in accepting any kind of advice his hyungs gave him in the beginning. To be fair, Jungkook had changed his behavior a lot over the last few years. He has been a lot more willing to listen to other peoples strategies and methods, adapted and occasionally even asked for help when he needed it. It was no match to how he had acted when they first met him and tried to include him. Yoongi's heart filled with pride for the maknae when he saw how Jungkook broke bad habits of his.
„Nuh-uh. Slow down. Take it all in, hold it for a few seconds and then release it.“ Jungkook ordered, making Yoongi snap out of his thoughts.
Jin did his best to follow the instruction, bobbing his head more controlled up and down Jungkook's shaft, rubbing his nose into the younger’s pelvis and suckling on the tip when he had released it almost fully.
„You wanna join him, hyung?“ Jungkook suddenly proposed, looking smug as hell as he caught on to Yoongi's intense staring. „I wouldn't mind having two of my hyungs sucking my cock.“ He even added cheekily. The audacity! Yoongi made a mental note to make JK choke on his dick for hours on end the next chance he got.
Jin, also surprisingly bold, had the nerve to giggle around the shaft in his mouth and that's why Yoongi spontaneously pushed the older one's head forward without hesitation, making Jin gag instantly from the sudden intrusion in his throat and JK moan pathetically from the abrupt stimulation.
„Careful, Jungkook-ah. That was strike one for you.“ Yoongi warned, standing up slowly to be at eye-level with JK, who gulped nervously before avoiding the eye contact and staring down at Jin again.
Yoongi slid off his pants, then walked around to stand beside the youngest to get a better view. Thereby he appeared in Jin‘s limited field of vision and the way he gazed down at him with the same amount of dominance as Jungkook, did things for Jin that he was not ready to manage. As if it were not enough to feel his maknae’s heavy dick throb on his tongue, he had to watch Yoongi gleefully stroke his dick to the sight.
His own dick felt abandoned, still nicely packed away inside his boxers and pants, begging to be touched and stimulated as well. „Am I allowed to touch myself, Sir?“ Jin asked politely when he had caught his breath, making puppy dog eyes at both of them.
„Not before you cry for me.“ Jungkook growled meanly.
That was something Jin had not done for anyone but Namjoon up to this point. He definitely wasn't above it, he could practically cry on command when his husband demanded it and he liked to delicately and gently fuck Hoseok or Jimin until they cried and then he would kiss away their tears. But crying for Jungkook now, in order for him to be allowed to free his dick and give it a few tugs, didn't seem to be worth the embarrassment. Therefore he just scowled at him quietly and resumed licking up Jungkook's shaft extra slowly, teasing him with the lightest of touches.
„Fuck his face. Make him cry for it.“ Yoongi whispered into JK‘s ear, appearing like he was the little devil on his left shoulder.
Jungkook did just that, taking his handsome hyung’s head into both of his hands and guiding him rapidly up and down his cock. The increasing gurgling noises spurring him on to thrust without abandon. The tip repeatedly hit the back of Jin's throat and when the elder gagged again, Jungkook let up for a second, allowing him to take a deep breath or two and compose himself. „Green.“ Jin finally coughed before the torture started again.
This time Jin made an effort to open up wider and breathe through his nose. It was certainly easier to get his face fucked when he was anticipating it. Moreover, he was determined not to tear up just because he was stubborn like that and therefore solely concentrated on inhaling and exhaling at the right moments while his mouth was abused.
It seemed like a challenge to Jungkook, who found it difficult to obtain the pace of his thrusts while simultaneously trying not to cum right on the spot.
Yoongi noticed Jungkook struggling, saw it in the maknaes face, when it scrunched up and he pressed his lips together into a fine line. Jin, on the other hand, almost looked like he would rather pass out than follow the condition. He squinted his eyes and took everything Jungkook could give him.
„Aw, look at you. Taking it like a little trooper.“ Yoongi praised Jin in a mocking tone just to hold his nose between his thumb and pointer finger in the next moment.
With that all of Jin‘s air supplies were cut off and it felt like Jungkook's thrusts became all the more sporadically, animalistic even. He grunted and moaned above him and it sounded like music to Jin's ears. His vision started to get blurry around the edges and the increasing need to let oxygen fill his head became more evident by every millisecond that passed. His limbs began to thrash around on their own, spit dribbled down his chin and the only sound he could make out was a humming right beside his ear. „Good boy. Let go and I‘ll let you breathe again. Come on, you know you need to breathe. It’s just one little tear we want.“ Yoongi mused.
It didn't take long and it wasn't voluntarily either, that a stray tear appeared in the corner of Jin's eye, slowly rolling down his cheek. After that a few more followed and when Yoongi was satisfied, he stayed true to his promise and let go of his nose. The oldest immediately gasped for breath as Jungkook had pulled out his dick as well, letting the tip rest on Jin‘s bottom lip. He gulped for fresh air, fiddling with his belt as soon as he realized his cheeks were wet. „Fuck. You.“ He sniffled although he didn't quite know himself which of his doms he addressed with that insult.
„You look so beautiful when you cry, hyung.“ Jungkook only said, looking at him with big eyes full of adoration. The sulking on Jin‘s part didn't last as he was now allowed to touch himself and already jerked himself furiously.
Yoongi, for a second time, slowly moved his hand towards Jin’s face, a little mesmerized himself at how stunning his hyung was with sparkling tears decorating his otherwise completely perfect appearance. Sure, his hair was a complete mess, spit still dribbled down his chin and his puffy cheeks were tinted red, but Yoongi thought that he had never looked more exquisite in his life.
With his thumb he wiped away one of the tears that still lingered on Jin‘s cheekbone and when Yoongi crouched down beside him, he put the wet tip of his finger right onto Jin‘s tongue, making him taste his tears.
The saltiness, that spread out surprisingly fast, startled the oldest in the best way possible. Not the feeling or the taste overwhelmed him in the shortest amount of time, but the act itself. Getting fed the tears he was so desperately trying to hold back was the peak of humiliation and the most gentle act of love at the same time.
What was not, in the least, caring nor affectionate, was the fact that when he approached his orgasm, Yoongi promptly denied him by gripping his cock tightly around the base and batting Jin‘s hand away.
„Yoongi! Please, please, fuck. It's too much.“ Jin whimpered, new tears streaming down his face now.
„No. I know what is too much for you and one ruined orgasm is definitely not it .“ Yoongi just answered coolly, releasing his harsh grip when he felt the tension leaving Jin again.
„And I know you won‘t cum until I do, baby.“ Jungkook added, snickering.
„I fucking hate you both.“ Jin murmured, opening his mouth again when the youngest ordered him to do so with a simple and short nod of his head.
„I love you too, hyung.“ Jungkook responded, moving his hips shallowly. Yoongi, in the meantime, had started to jerk himself deliciously and watched his boyfriends go at it. When he couldn't refrain himself anymore, he stepped closer and hooked a finger into Jin's mouth, making more room beside Jungkook's dick.
Jin‘s eyes widened for a second, but Yoongi didn't intend to make him take his cock as well. He basically just played around on his face a bit, smearing his precum all over Jin‘s cheekbones, pulling on the older one's bottom lip, and smacking his cheeks lightly.
The last one seemingly did it for Jungkook, who had observed his hyungs intently and was now, without any warning, spilling his cum down Jin‘s throat. The groans and moans that broke out of him, made Yoongi smile affectionately at him.
„Fucking hell.“ JK exclaimed while slowly coming down from his high, wearing a blissed out smile himself.
„What was it?“ Yoongi wanted to know while kissing the younger one's temple softly and caressing his neck. „The fucking slapping. I want to do that next time.“ Jungkook answered, leaning down to kiss Jin's wet lips. The other kissed him back sweetly, running his tongue over Jungkooks to make him taste the remains of his own cum.
„You wouldn't dare to slap my handsome face.“ Jin challenged after breaking away from the sweet kiss, a sparkle already appearing in his weak eyes. „I wasn't even slapping him. I was tapping him at most. Affectionately. With love.“ Yoongi cut in. „Sure, hyung, sure.“ Jungkook just said, exhaustedly leaning back against the table behind him.
„It certainly felt like a slap.“ Jin pouted, raising a brow. „You wanna know what a slap from Min Yoongi feels like?“ Yoongi turned to him, raising both brows now threateningly.
„Mh-no…“ Jin caved in, jutting his bottom lip out a little more. „Good. Suck me off then. I‘m getting impatient.“ - „So rude…“ Jin mumbled before putting his mouth to use again.