Chapter Text
Taehyung and Jimin sat quietly in their living room. A few hours had passed since the meeting with the syndicate, and Taehyung was left with a decision to make. The big boss, Kim Namjoon-ssi, had offered him a job in the cybersecurity branch and as they were walking out Jungkook had mentioned that he was going to be working alongside the young beta who had tracked him down in the first place.
Taehyung couldn’t deny his curiosity. About the beta, about the Boss, about the Kim pack as a whole. The paycheck wasn’t a bad incentive, either. He knew Jimin didn’t want him getting involved with the syndicate, but he also knew his mate wouldn’t stop him if it was something he truly wanted.
“Tae,” Jimin said, picking at his nail beds—a nervous habit.
“Yeah?”
“Before you decide, I should come clean about something.”
Taehyung’s heart kicked up a notch, his palms turning clammy at just those few words.
“Okay,” he replied cautiously. “What is it?”
“Hoseok-ssi and I… used to have a thing.”
“A thing?” Taehyung echoed, trying to make sense of where this was going.
“Yeah,” Jimin said, locking eyes with him. “We were both at the top of the contract game—you know, killers for hire. This was before we met. Before either of us were mated or even courting.”
Taehyung didn’t know how to feel. Insecurity started creeping in like a slow fog. From what he remembered, Hoseok-ssi was the epitome of an alpha: tall, broad, strong, with a deep voice and a musky scent that screamed dominance.
Taehyung liked to think he looked the part of an alpha. Broad shoulders, a sharp jawline, defined cheekbones—and not to sound arrogant, but he was well-endowed. But he lacked certain alpha traits. He didn’t rut, though his knot worked just fine. His voice was deep, but his alpha commands were weak. His scent was more vanilla than whiskey—too sweet for an alpha, some said. Despite his physique, his hormones were off-balance. And he had a tendency to submit—not to all alphas, but enough that he’d had more than one sexuality crisis.
So maybe it made sense. Jimin, the textbook omega, had once been with someone like Hoseok. Someone who checked every box.
But alongside the insecurity, there was also… relief. If Jimin had been close to Hoseok and they were still on good terms—well, the man couldn’t be all bad. Maybe his pack was the same. Jungkook, for one, had seemed kind—he’d even invited Taehyung to lunch next week. And Namjoon, while cold, hadn’t put a bullet in his head. Instead, he’d offered him a job. That had to count for something.
“Why did you two stop?” Taehyung asked softly.
Jimin leaned back against the burgundy couch cushions with a sigh. Tae scooted closer and patted his shoulder in silent invitation. Jimin chuckled quietly and leaned in.
“The short version? We were too focused on work to make it last. It was dangerous—still is. We were always in and out of contracts. Sometimes even on opposite ends of the same job. Neither of us was willing to walk away from that life at the time.”
Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jimin’s waist and hummed in understanding.
“That’s all?”
“That’s it.”
“Alright.”
“Alright?” Jimin repeated, sitting up to study him. “I thought you’d have more questions.”
Taehyung shrugged. “I mean, we can’t change the past. And if I’m going to take this job, I’ll probably be seeing a lot more of Hoseok-ssi anyway.”
“So… you’re taking it?”
Taehyung pulled Jimin into his lap, resting their foreheads together.
“Minnie, I love you. I appreciate everything you do—for me, for us. But I want to contribute too. This job could be a real opportunity.”
“But it’s dange—”
“Don’t do that,” Taehyung cut in gently. “Your job is way more—”
Jimin slipped off his lap and stood in front of him, hands on his hips.
“No, you don’t do that. I was trained for my work. Being an assassin, it’s in my blood. Generational.”
“And I’ve trained myself for exactly what Namjoon-nim is offering.”
Jimin sighed, his posture softening. “I’m not saying you’re not capable, Tae. I’m just… worried. You’re not trained for the syndicate part of it. That's the part that gets you killed.”
Taehyung’s resolve dimmed at those words. Jimin was right. He wasn’t trained in killing—or surviving people who were. He wasn’t trained in handling torture, or extortion. Still, he reached for Jimin’s hands and gave them a squeeze.
“I’ll be okay. I really think I can do this.”
Jimin took a deep breath, then climbed back into his alpha’s lap.
“If this is what you want, then I’ll support you. But on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“You let me train you. Basics at least—hand-to-hand, knife work, firearms, the essentials.”
“Guns?” Taehyung blinked in surprise.
“Yes, Tae. Guns are non-negotiable in gang life.”
“Fine… but I don’t want to carry one.”
“You just need to know how to use it. Worst-case scenario.”
“That’s… fair.”
“I know,” Jimin said, smiling as he kissed the tip of Taehyung’s nose then pecked at his lips.
Jimin smiled against Taehyung’s lips as he kissed him, slow and deep, like they had all the time in the world. His fingers curled into the hair at the back of Tae’s neck, pulling him in close. They’d already fucked that morning—sweet and sleepy—but this? This felt different. More urgent. He could feel it in the tension in Tae’s jaw, in the way his hands gripped his waist like he was already trying not to lose control.
Jimin rolled his hips a little, grinding down onto the hard length pressing against him. The sharp inhale Tae let out was answer enough.
Sliding his hands down, Jimin unzipped his slacks and reached in, pulling Tae’s cock out, already hot and thick in his hand. He gave it a few slow, teasing strokes, smirking at the way Tae’s eyes fluttered.
Taehyung watched him like he was starving.
Jimin dropped to his knees.
He wrapped his hand around the base and leaned in, licking a stripe up the length, letting the taste coat his tongue. He took his time—kissing, licking, teasing—before finally taking him into his mouth, slow and steady until the head hit the back of his throat.
Taehyung’s breath stuttered. His hands found Jimin’s hair, gripping just enough to keep him there.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, head tipping back.
Jimin moaned around him, bobbing his head in a rhythm that had Tae’s thighs twitching. He looked up through his lashes, messy and eager, and something about the sight made Tae’s stomach flip. He loved how greedy Jimin got—loved how good he looked with his mouth full.
After a few more deep, sloppy strokes, Jimin pulled off with a gasp, spit clinging to his lips.
He stood without a word, shoved his pants down, and climbed back into Tae’s lap. The panties—pink, little white butterflies on the front—made Taehyung groan out loud.
“You wear these on purpose?” he asked, breathless.
“Maybe,” Jimin said, biting his lip as he pushed them to the side.
He grabbed Tae’s cock and lined it up, sinking down in one smooth motion. The stretch hit hard, and they both groaned at the same time.
“Shit,” Taehyung muttered, hands grabbing at Jimin’s hips. “Always so fucking tight.”
Jimin just rocked his hips in response, dragging his pussy up and down his length with slow, delicious pressure. It felt so good, thick and hot and just deep enough to make him dizzy.
Taehyung watched the way Jimin moved—hips rolling, head tilted back, mouth falling open. He slid one hand up his mate’s back, the other slipping under the edge of the panties to cup the soft skin of his ass.
“You feel amazing,” he murmured, voice low and fucked-out. “Made for me.”
Jimin whimpered, then leaned forward to kiss him again—messy and open-mouthed, their tongues sliding together as they fucked slow and deep. Each time Jimin dropped down, Tae met him with a thrust, pushing just a little harder, a little deeper.
It didn’t take long before Jimin’s rhythm started to stutter.
Taehyung pulled out, grabbed him tighter, stood, and turned—laying Jimin down across the couch with his legs spread, pulling the pink panties down and letting them cling to one thigh. He knelt between them, cock slipping back in with a wet thrust that made Jimin cry out.
His hands gripped Jimin’s hips tight as he fucked into him, thrusts getting rougher and deeper. Jimin was all slick heat and breathless sounds beneath him, and Tae couldn’t stop watching—couldn’t stop feeling. God, he looked so fucking good like this. His.
“God, look at you,” he groaned. “Dripping for me.”
Jimin could only moan, back arching off the couch. Tae leaned down, mouth on his neck, sucking a mark just below his jaw. Jimin’s legs wrapped around his waist and dug into his back as Taheyung held him close as when hips stuttered.
His grip on Jimin’s hips tightened.
“You ever let him fuck you like this?” he asked suddenly, voice low and biting.
Jimin froze for half a second. “What?”
“Hoseok.” The name tasted bitter on his tongue. “Back then. You let him knot you?”
Jimin gasped, voice breathy. “No—fuck—never.”
Taehyung groaned, thrusting in deeper, chasing the image out of his head—or maybe chasing it because it was there now, burned into his mind.
“Did he want to?”
Jimin moaned. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Tae’s breath hitched. God, he hated that. Hated that he was jealous—and hated even more that part of him wondered what it would’ve felt like to watch.
Jealousy, yeah. But also… something darker. Hotter.
He leaned down, pressed his mouth against Jimin’s ear.
“Bet he fucking dreamed about it,” he growled. “Bet he thought about you laid out like this, stuffed full of his knot.”
Jimin whimpered, body clenching around him.
Taehyung laughed, breathless. “But he didn’t get it. I did.”
He snapped his hips forward again, harder. “You’re mine now.”
“Yours,” Jimin gasped, voice wrecked. “Only yours.”
Tae slammed in one last time and his knot popped inside, locking them together. Jimin came with a strangled cry, his whole body shaking under him, clenching tight around his cock.
“Fuck,” Tae groaned, forehead resting against Jimin’s as he came too, hips jerking as he spilled inside.
They stayed there for a while, panting, skin slick with sweat, bodies tangled and stuck together.
“You okay?” Taehyung asked quietly, brushing damp hair from Jimin’s forehead.
Jimin nodded, dazed and glowing. “Perfect.”
He sighed and let his eyes fall shut, body going soft beneath him. Tae shifted slowly to have Jimin lay on top of him instead, careful not to pull too hard on the knot. He could feel his omega’s breathing slow, warm and steady on his chest.