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"I'm sorry."

Jimin sighed, dabbing a wet cloth across Jungkook's busted lip gently. He wiped away the blood as carefully as he could, frowning each time Jungkook winced. "I bet you're not going to like this but," Jimin paused. "I don't think we should do... Whatever this is, anymore."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, leaning away when Jimin tried to wipe away the blood around his nose. A frown tugged at his lips, pulling his hand away from where he held Jimin's.

"You don't even know what we are, and you're trying to break it off." Jungkook spoke, staring into the older's eyes. Jimin didn't answer right away, instead leaning forwards once again and dabbing at Jungkook's bloody nose.

"It's for your own good." He mumbled, wincing along with Jungkook as he touched upon a tender spot on the younger's nose. "You got hurt because of me, you'd be safer if you stopped coming around."

"I didn't get hurt because of-" Jungkook began, Jimin quickly cutting him off.

"It was a carefully orchestrated plan, Jungkook." Jimin grumbled. "Hoseok and I... Aren't on good terms. Haven't been for awhile. He purposefully lured you in. He knew that you'd follow the moment that he mentioned my name. If you didn't do it willingly, he probably would've found a way to get you there using some other strategy." He put his towel down, unwrapping a bandaid. "They wouldn't've done this if you didn't know me."

"I thought you said that they're your friends." Jungkook frowned, watching as Jimin leaned up to stick the bandage on his forehead.

"I lied." Jimin sighed, leaning back down and lifting up Jungkook's shirt. He immediately hissed, upon seeing the colourful bruises around the younger's ribcage.

"Then who are they?" Jungkook asked, voice strained with pain as Jimin pressed against his side gently to assess the damage.

"I can't tell you that." Jimin huffed.

"What do you mean you can't tell me?" Jungkook asked, his frown not seeming to be leaving his face anytime soon.

Jungkook's thoughts were filled to the brim with confusion. Never would he imagine that the intriguing make he met at the club that one night, could turn into such a mystery.

"I just can't." Jimin mumbled, tugging Jungkook's shirt back down and shaking his head. "But if you stay with me it's just going to happen again. I just know it is. Hoseok doesn't let up, and if Yoongi and Taehyung are helping him now then they probably wouldn't hesitate to in the future."

Jimin knew he shouldn't care. He shouldn't give a damn about what danger he might be putting Jungkook through. The whole point of the sins was to harm human beings, not care for them.

"What the hell Jimin?" Jungkook breathed, meeting gazes with the older once again. "Are you in a gang or something like that?"

Jimin hesitated.

He broke free of Jungkook's gaze, casting his towards the bedsheets.

"I can't tell you." He sighed, Jungkook's eyes widening.

"You are!" He exclaimed, Jimin immediately shaking his head and shushing him.

"I'm not in a gang, Jungkook." He spoke. "But I'm also not the safest people to be around."

It was only then that Jungkook noticed the one thing that was different about Jimin. He could see, peaking out from under the older's shirt collar, a scarred area of skin that somewhat resembled a burn.

It wasn't there before, Jungkook know that for sure.

"What do you owe someone money?" Was Jungkook's next question, attempting to wrap his head around how this angel faced man in front of him could be dangerous in any way.

"No." Jimin was trying to find a way to get himself out of the situation he was currently in. He couldn't just outright tell Jungkook the truth. Not only would that probably get him another punishment from the devil, but it's not like the younger would believe him anyway.

"Then what, Jimin?" Jungkook huffed, leaning forwards and resting his hands on Jimin's thighs. "How could you be dangerous?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, trying to decide if he should have one last bit of fun before separating himself from Jungkook. His eyes flicked down to wear Jungkook's hand rested, sighing softly and leaning forwards.

He was Lust after all, it was simply his job.

"You don't even know the half of it." Jimin whispered, placing his hand on top of Jungkook's bruised one.

"Then tell me." Jungkook huffed, leaning closer and staring deep into Jungkook's eyes. "I'm not leaving until you do."

"Guess you're staying here forever then." Jimin smirked, leaning forwards and pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook's cheek, careful not to apply too much pressure to any of his injuries.

He decided then, that he might as well have a bit of fun before getting rid of his favourite human.

Jungkook sighed and allowed his eyes to close, all doubts about Jimin leaving his mind for a moment as he breathed in the older's distinct scent. So intoxicating. Wiping his mind of everything else and just replacing it with want.

"How do you do that?" Jungkook breathed, pulling Jimin onto his lap and sighing as the older sucked softly on the skin of his neck. He really wanted to push him away and ask for answers, but what he felt then reminded him of how he felt the night he and Jimin first met.

He just wanted Jimin to give him everything, so that he could take it all.

It was if Jimin flicked a switch, leaving Jungkook's thoughts clouded with need.

He didn't care about the pain he felt with each deep breath, because bruised ribs didn't matter when he had the opportunity to feel all of Jimin once again.

"Do what?" Jimin asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss against a bruise that bloomed against the younger's jaw.

"I want to be mad at you." He sighed, bringing his hand up and combing it through Jimin's hair. "But I can't. I want to push you away and demand answers, but my body won't let me." He wrapped his other arm around Jimin's waist, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "How do you do that?"

Jimin shrugged, slipping his hands underneath Jungkook's shirt and running his fingertips against the bruised skin as gently as he could.

"Same reason I'm so dangerous, and same reason Taehyung rendered you defenceless." He breathed, tongue swirling against Jungkook's collarbone. "Secret."

"So many secrets." Jungkook huffed, gripping Jimin's hips and pulling him impossibly closer. "You don't make any sense. What are you guys, Wizards?"

"Worse." Jimin chuckled, listening to Jungkook gasp as he bit down just below the younger's collarbone.

"Worse?" Jungkook thought for a moment, using his grip on Jimin's waist to guide the older as he began to roll his hips against him. "A hypnotist?"

"So much worse." Jimin smirked, pushing up the material of Jungkook's shirt until the younger had to lift his arms so that he could pull it off of him.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, sliding his hand around so that it rested on the older's belt buckle.

"How much worse can you possibly be?" Jungkook asked, sliding his hand upwards once more so that he could tug off Jimin's shirt as well. He immediately ducked his head down, licking a long stripe up Jimin's neck until he reached his jawline. He bit there softly, before whispering into the older's ear breathily. "Hate to break it to you baby, but you don't seem all too dangerous to me."

Jimin felt a shiver go down his spine due to the feeling of Jungkook's breath against his skin; leaning back on the bed they sat on and pulling the younger down with him as carefully as he could. He was going to miss Jungkook after inevitably kicking him to the curb, his slightest gestures always affected Jimin more than any other human could even dream of.

But one last night with him might tie over his desire for a little bit.

It was just too dangerous to keep up whatever relationship they had. Although it had only been just over a week that they'd known each other, if the other sins were already targeting him then he was in trouble.

Jimin was just trying to show him a good time, not get him killed.

"Oh, if only you knew." Jimin sighed, resting his arms around Jungkook's neck and looking up at the younger.

He noticed how Jungkook winced as he shifted his body weight, an idea jumping to mind. Jungkook didn't even realize what was occurring at first as Jimin flipped them over, the late afternoon sun filtering through the window and giving his skin a golden glow as he sat atop the younger's hips.

"Well then what are you?" Jungkook laughed softly, taking in a shaky breath as Jimin began to roll his hips once more, half lidded eyes staring him down with a sultry gaze. "The devil?" He joked, although the glint in Jimin's eyes after he spoke had him gulping.

"Close enough." Jimin breathed, hands going down to the button of Jungkook's jeans.

"Do you really expect me to believe that you're as evil as the devil?" Jungkook rolled his eyes, helping Jimin to slide his jeans off.

Jimin shrugged.

"I'd say I'm a bit nicer than she is."

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