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Park Taegoon lived a moral life—he was a good son, a better husband, and the best father. He married Im Yeri, with whom he has a son, Park Jimin. Yeri grew up in an orphanage, while Taegoon was born with a silver spoon—into a political dynasty. Belonging to an influential family meant living modestly and to serve as a role model to everybody, a kind of lifestyle aligned with Taegoon’s morals.
That all changed, however, when his wife became collateral damage in a fight between two notorious groups in Seoul. Taegoon and Yeri were on their way to pick up their four-year-old son from school when she was hit by a bullet that ricocheted in her direction.
Taegoon cursed the universe. Why? Of all people that the heavens could take away, they took his wife? His whole life, their whole life, they lead a good moral stance, a quiet life. He asked himself, what is the use of being a righteous man when they become the very victims of the wicked? Might as well fight fire with fire.
Park Taegoon cut ties with his family and started his own empire of vigilantes. He pacified criminals and provided retribution police enforcement never could. Citizens worshiped him, and the government loathed him—labeling them as a Mafia group.
The day Yeri died was also the day he lied to the world that he’d lost his son too, in order to keep Jimin safe. He promised Jimin a normal life, but Jimin shared the same vision as his father and promised to continue the legacy. However, such firm determination is slowly wavering, now that he has Jeongguk in his life, someone he wants to protect.
But holiness can never conquer the sinful—only a greater evil can.
So, in the name of virtue, let there be chaos .
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“Good morning.” Jeongguk hears Jimin greet him in a whisper. The sun was peeking through the blinds, letting them know that it was morning. Jimin kisses the back of Jeongguk’s neck, his shoulders, then to the curve of the younger one’s neck before kissing the latter’s left cheek. Jeongguk turns his head to meet the older’s lips, before his body moves to face him entirely. Skin to skin under the sheets, they shared another passionate kiss, before the younger one pulled back with a smile. “Good morning, Jimin hyung.”
They first met at the annual gala held by Park Taegoon, where many of the wealthiest people would gather and pledge a donation to several charities, one of them being Spring Day Orphanage—where his mother, Im Yeri, grew up. Ever since Taegoon lost Yeri, he took good care of the orphanage in memory of his wife. Coincidentally, Jeongguk was an orphan too, raised by the directress of the orphanage as her own, and over time it became his home.
Back then, it was Jimin’s first time attending the gala. With his father’s health declining, Taegoon introduced Jimin into the ins and outs of their empire. “It’s about time you take the reins, son.” He told Jimin. So, Jimin attended the gala on behalf of his father. Jeongguk just moved into his new apartment and was missing home, so when semestral break came, he attended the event as well. Needless to say, when their eyes found each other, it was infatuation at first sight—lust too, maybe.
The responsibilities Jimin had on his plate was heavy, sometimes too heavy to bear. Jeongguk on the other hand was the embodiment of a stressed-out university student. Both needing an outlet to relax and let loose, they agreed to fuck.
And fuck.
And fuck.
But Jimin was always a gentleman to Jeongguk. He would always pick him up from university whenever his schedule permits, keep Jeongguk company whenever he studied in cafes until midnight, or even cook him dinner when he knew the younger one had skipped a meal to study. He took the greatest care of him.
Jeongguk, on the other hand, was very attentive to Jimin. He’d notice when Jimin has a lot on his mind; he would put his book down and immediately pull him into a hug, sometimes he would give Jimin a small massage on the back. When he stays in Jimin’s office to study and sees his eyebrows knit together in frustration—Jeongguk would walk up to him and help him think of solutions. His intellect and ability to think on his feet attracted Jimin the most.
Although Jeongguk was younger, he was a little taller than Jimin, but needless to say, Jimin’s charisma and confidence more than made up for it; and although Jeongguk was taller, in Jimin’s eyes he is someone that needs bubble-wrapping.
This wasn’t true in bed, though; because on most days, Jeongguk surprisingly loved taking over in the bedroom, and Jimin wouldn’t have it any other way. He was glad to be told what to do for once, especially when they fuck, and most especially by Jeon Jeongguk.
On some days, however, Jimin would take care of the younger one, dominating over Jeongguk until both of them were shaking, trembling in pleasure, and spent. Jeongguk didn’t mind to submit, he gets turned on seeing Jimin take control too, specially with his tantalizing eyes and lustful, demanding gaze.
They did not only complement each other, they were drawn towards the other, like the opposite poles of a magnet.
But they weren’t exactly in a relationship; they weren’t just fuck buddies either—although that was where it started. Somewhere in between, they grew fond of each other, and in time, without them realizing, lustful fucking turned into lovemaking.
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“Hmm.” Jeongguk hummed as he ran his fingers along the spine of the books. Jeongguk spent the night in Jimin’s mansion, and he plans to stay for the entire weekend. Because of the many times Jeongguk had come over, Jimin had one of his reading rooms converted into Jeongguk’s study space, surrounded by his favorite books and with the view of the entire estate.
“Come on, just choose a book already, your coffee’s getting cold.” Jimin says, book in his hand as he takes a sip of his coffee. Jeongguk only nods, his eyes never leaving the books displayed in front of him. Jimin smiles and shakes his head. He put the book down on the table and walked to Jeongguk.
Jimin was now standing beside Jeongguk. He pulls a book out and hands it to Jeongguk, “Here. You’ll love this. Now, we can finally read in peace.” Jimin says, turning around to walk back to the couch.
“Hyung.” He heard Jeongguk say before he felt a hand slip into his back pocket. A soft chuckle leaves Jimin’s lips when Jeongguk tugs to pull him into a back hug. “Jimin hyung.” The taller one whispers, his arms circling around Jimin’s waist, lips moving against the crook of his neck.
Jimin shoves his hands in the pocket of his slacks with a sneaky grin on his face. “You’re wrinkling my shirt.” He jokes. “I don’t care.” Jeongguk’s voice came out mumbled as his lips were busy spoiling Jimin. Then, Jeongguk’s hands were feeling up Jimin’s torso before he started unbuttoning Jimin’s shirt.
A smirk finds its way to Jimin’s lips; he stops Jeongguk by holding his hands. “Something wrong?” Jimin asks, turning around and running his hand through Jeongguk’s hair. The latter shakes his head, “Nothing.” he lies. Jimin raised his eyebrows, “Tell me.” he says, voice stern that the younger one knows there’s no way Jimin would let him keep it to himself.
“I just have this gut feeling that I'm going to lose you.” Jeongguk says, averting his gaze from the older. Jimin feels a pinch in his heart, his smile falling into a frown.
You see, Jeongguk knew who Park Taegoon was; the directress told him about the orphanages’ biggest sponsor. In fact, he’d met him several times whenever Taegoon visited Spring Day Orphanage. Jeongguk found it odd, however, that Park Taegoon had stopped showing himself publicly the day he’d met Jimin. He also couldn’t ignore the fact that they have similar features, especially the eyes.
So, Jeongguk did his research.
Nothing came up. Each and every news article confirmed the death of Taegoon’s son. Meanwhile, all the articles about Jimin told nothing about his childhood. Media only talked about his ivy league degree in the U.S. and his multi-national success at a young age.
Jimin opened his lips to say something, but before he could begin, his phone rang. He pulled Jeongguk closer by putting his hand behind his neck. “I’ll be right back.” Jimin says, kissing the younger one briefly before excusing himself and taking the phone with him.
Jimin made sure he was out of Jeongguk’s earshot when he answered the call.
“What is it?” He asks.
“Your father wants to see you.. It’s bad, Jimin. He doesn’t have long.” It was Yoongi, as young as he is, Taegoon chose him to be his right hand man.
Jimin dreaded receiving this phone call.
“Tell Namjoon to have the boat ready by dawn.” Jimin orders. “And I want all of our ledgers, blueprints, and the island’s census secured and ready for me.” He adds, before ending the call right away.
Jimin’s mind was clouded now, if he was being honest, he felt a little panic rising within him. He was at the brink of losing his father, leading an empire, and possibly, losing Jeongguk.
“Fuck.” He curses under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair.
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“Jeongguk-ah.” Jimin softly says as he wore a smile on his face. The younger one was working on his presentation in the study. “Hm?”
“If you knew it was your last day on earth, what would you do?” A shadow blocked the light coming from the window when Jimin rested his palms on the table. Jeongguk looks up at him. “Ask you what you want to do.” He jokes and gets back to doing his work. “And maybe cuddle.” He shrugs.
Jimin laughs at his answer. He grabs Jeongguk’s attention again by lifting the younger’s chin with his index finger. “I’m serious. Is there anything you want to do? Anything you want to have?”
‘Confess.’ , was what Jeongguk wanted to say.
“Why are you asking all of a sudden?”
“No particular reason. Maybe a little graduation gift.” Jimin sugarcoats.
Jeongguk smirks, eyes squinting as he thinks of the craziest idea he could. “Hmm, skinny dipping? That would be fun. Get drunk, get naked, have fun with no fucks given. It’s my last day on earth anyway. Also, I want to try making that dessert—what’s it called again? One with a biscuit, marshm—smores! That’s what they’re called. I also want to…” Jeongguk continued listing all the things he wanted to do; and Jimin listened intently, determined to make Jeongguk the happiest man on earth with the last few hours he had with him.
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Jimin wasted no time, if they leave now, they could make it to the cabin before sundown.
“Hyung, aren’t we supposed to buy ingredients for the smores?” Jeongguk turns to Jimin, who briefly spares him a glance before gluing his eyes back to the road.
“Don’t worry about it, I already asked one of my staff to get them and deliver them to the cabin.” He replies, making sure to use the word ‘staff’ instead of ‘men’. Jeongguk sits up in shock, “Cabin?! Wait–I thought we were only going to buy ingredients?”
“If I told you where we were really going, would you have come with me?” Jimin spares him a look, raising his eyebrows. Jeongguk relaxed back on his seat. “No.” He laughs.
“I know you too well, Bun. Plus, you wanted to go skinny dipping. There’s no way I'm letting you go skinny dipping in public.”
“Ah, the world is missing out on my body.” Jeongguk jokes, earning a laugh from the older.
“Don’t care. I’m selfish.” Jimin said before his eyes observed something in the rear view mirror. A sedan had been following them for a while now.
Jimin turned to Jeongguk for a while, “Do you have your seatbelt on?” He asks, glancing to see the strap across his torso. Jeongguk nods, “Of course, you wouldn’t drive when I didn’t have them on.” He laughs. A grin finds its way to Jimin’s lips, “Good bunny.” He says, momentarily taking his right hand off the wheel to touch the younger’s chin.
The older one glances at the rearview mirror, taking a mental note of the sedan’s plate number. “Hold on tight, alright?” Jimin warns, and before Jeongguk could react, Jimin stepped on the gas and made a sharp right, catching Jeongguk off-guard.
“Hyung!! What the—” Jeongguk curses, Jimin laughs it off. “Slow down! Why are you in a hu—” Jeongguk is interrupted when the car bounces off a speed bump.
“Oops, sorry I didn’t see that.” Jimin only lies as he checks the rearview mirror.
Jimin takes a sharp left, entering a narrow alley before stepping on the gas again. “I just can’t wait to see you skinny dipping.”
Jeongguk looks at him in surprise, “We might die before you see me skinny dipping if you keep dr—driving like this! Park Jimin!” His voice stutters, dropping all honorifics when Jimin drifted the car.
Jimin ignores him, and he notices that the sedan following them is no longer there.
Relief washed over Jimin. He wasn’t afraid that he was being tailed, rather, it was because Jeongguk was in the car with him as he was tailed.
It was as if the universe was telling him that it is but right to leave Jeongguk.
“That was fun, wasn’t it? Now we might get there 10 minutes earlier than originally planned.” Jimin innocently smiles, finally driving at a reasonable speed.
“You are unbelievable, Jimin.” Jeongguk scolds, eyebrows furrowed, not caring that he dropped all formalities.
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They’ve arrived at the cabin, but Jimin doesn’t wake Jeongguk up yet. He quietly exits the car and dialed Namjoon.
“Jimin.” Kim Namjoon, head of their logistics, answers right away.
“I need you to transfer the boat to a different wharf, somewhere we don’t usually dock.”
“Sure, but may I know why?”
“I was followed.”
“What?! Didn’t you take security with you?” Namjoon asks.
“I’m with Jeongguk.” Jimin replies, and he hears Namjoon sigh on the line.
“I don’t think it’s wise to keep this from Jeongguk, Jimin. You might just expose him to more danger if—”
“Let me know once everything is arranged. I have to make another call.” Jimin interrupts Namjoon, who only stays silent in defeat. “Ah, by the way, send a separate car for Jeongguk tomorrow, and have security with him as well.”
“Alright.” Namjoon says before the call ends.
Jimin turns his head to check whether Jeongguk was still sleeping before dialing his head of security, Yoongi.
“Hey.” Yoongi answers after two rings.
“I need you to run a plate check on a car. I’ll send you the plate number.” Jimin says.
“Were you followed?”
“I was. Find out who’s behind it, and I want them brought before me.” Jimin orders.
On the other side of the line, Yoongi raised his eyebrow in curiosity. “Before you? You don’t want our men to handle it?”
Jimin steals another glance at Jeongguk before speaking.
“They put Jeongguk in danger. It’s only fair to return the favor.” He sternly replies.
“Interesting. Alright. Anything else?”
Jimin turns around and looks at the sleeping boy in his passenger seat. Jeongguk looked so peaceful. “Send security my way, but I want them to stay about a hundred yards away from the cabin and lake. I don’t want Jeongguk to notice.”
“Got it.”
“I’ll see you on the island.” Jimin says before he ends the call.
Jimin walks back to the car.
Jeongguk feels a thumb caress his cheek. “Hey bun, we’re here.” he hears Jimin whisper, and his eyes slowly flutter open. “Hi.” Jimin says softly, kissing his forehead.
Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat, Jimin was being more affectionate than usual that Jeongguk felt that it was too good to be true. “Hyung.” Jeongguk says, grabbing Jimin by the back of his neck to stop him from pulling away, maintaining their close proximity.
“Hm?” Jimin hums, eyes not leaving Jeongguk’s.
Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, as he was also confused at why he’d stop Jimin from pulling away like that.
They share a comfortable silence, “Hm.” Jimin smiles, eyes turning into crescent moons as he leaned his right elbow on the center console, dipping down to kiss Jeongguk. The younger one responds right away, lips moving against Jimin’s.
Jimin breaks the kiss right away, “Tonight, you have me all to yourself, Jeongguk. I’m not going anywhere.” He says; but a lingering feeling in Jeongguk’s stomach tells him that Jimin is lying.
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“I can’t b-believe we just did t-that.” Jeongguk stammered, lips shivering as he wrapped himself in a warm towel.
They just had their dinner and smores when Jeongguk decided to rid himself of his clothes and jump on the lake. Jimin refused to do it at first, but the younger one whined, “Hyung! It’s our last day on earth and no one’s watching! Come on!” And so, Jimin gets naked before finally diving into the lake.
Jimin walks into the living room, already dressed in a robe, hair still dripping wet. He brought with him a robe for Jeongguk and a thick comforter hanging off his shoulder. “You better not catch a cold, Jeongguk.” Jimin laughed, shaking his head as he handed the robe.
While Jeongguk dressed himself in the robe, Jimin walked around the cabin, making sure each window was locked. He ruffled his hair dry with a smaller towel as he walked, pulling the blinds closed as he did. The younger one, on the other hand, was busy adding wood to the fireplace.
“Should we drink some wine?” Jeongguk suggests, but Jimin shakes his head. He wanted to be sober, he wanted to remember his last night with Jeongguk crystal clear. “I’ll pass, but I’ll get you your wine.”
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♫ — now playing: can’t help falling in love by elvis
Jimin ran his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair again and again. He was seated on the carpeted floor, legs flat on the ground with his right foot over the other, back rested on the edge of the couch. Meanwhile, the younger boy who has his heart, was lying on his lap with his eyes closed, humming along the music playing in the background.
Jimin was absentmindedly staring at the fireplace when Jeongguk spoke, “Jimin hyung.” His voice was soft, Jimin could tell that the wine already got to him. “What is it, Bun?” He replies, moving to hold Jeongguk’s hand resting over his chest.
Jeongguk slowly opens his eyes, gazing up at Jimin. A soft, lazy chuckle leaves his lips. “Can we pretend that today really is our last day on earth?” He asks, eyes a little dazed; From the alcohol? The emotions? Jeongguk wasn’t sure.
“Of course. I think we’ve already established that earlier.” Jimin felt the material of the robe on his palm as he gave Jeongguk a light pat on his chest. “Shall we go to bed?” Jimin smiles as he peered down to look at Jeongguk.
But Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, and they share a comfortable silence with only the light crackling of the firewood and the faint music filling their ears. They never looked away from each other, lost in each other’s eyes.
Slowly, without breaking his gaze, Jeongguk sits up and rests his left palm just beside the older one’s thigh. He lifts his right hand to cup Jimin’s cheek.
“I have two other things I want to do before my last day on earth ends.” Jeongguk whispers, thumb caressing the apple of Jimin’s cheek.
Jeongguk’s gaze gave Jimin a warm feeling in his stomach.
Jimin’s heart was hammering against his chest—He loves the boy, there was no denying it now.
“What is it?” He asks. Jeongguk briefly breaks eye-contact, gaze falling on Jimin’s lips before looking into his eyes again.
“Confess.” Jeongguk breathes out. “I like you, Jimin hyung.”
Jimin’s eyes widened for a split second before Jeongguk leans in to kiss him.
Jeongguk gently breaks away from the kiss. “You make me so, so happy.” He continues, forehead resting on Jimin’s, noses touching.
Jimin’s hold on Jeongguk’s hand tightened, and at that moment, he swore to protect Jeongguk. Even if it meant being away from him.
“What else, Bun?” Jimin whispers, ignoring the tight feeling in his chest.
Jeongguk pulls away the slightest, locking eyes with Jimin again.
“I want to make love with you.”
And they did just that—they made love, with everything else turned into white noise except each other. No words had to be said; with each kiss, each moan, each movement, they knew what they shared was a word greater than love.
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“You’ll come and see me on my graduation day, right hyung?” Jeongguk asks, looking at Jimin with hopeful, doe eyes.
‘You have to tell me, hyung. You have to tell me the truth.’ Jeongguk thought as he looked past the security Jimin had provided him. Jeongguk chose not to question everything, he chose to feign ignorance that the man he loves has something to do with Park Taegoon, a man who led an empire of cold-blooded killers.
Jimin nods, “Of course, Bun.” forcing a smile, knowing well that this will be the last time he’ll see the love of his life; because tonight, he will be crowned as the new mafia don.
Jeongguk was Jimin’s comfort, his rest, his piece of peace ; and he was in love with him, deeply so.
But once he takes over the empire, Jimin would be all-powerful; and the mafia don knew that his enemies will leave no stones unturned only to look for his weakness, and this would put Jeongguk in peril.
So, Jimin stayed in the dark, for Jeongguk to bask freely under the sunlight; because this very love will be the reason for the empire’s downfall— Jeon Jeongguk is Jimin’s achilles’ heel .