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Jimin kept his head lowered as the four men in front of them spoke, hands bound and sweating behind his back. His two brothers beside him weren't faring much better, all three of them tied up and kneeling in the cargo bay of the ship they now found themselves in.

“I can’t believe he actually did it," one of his captors said, no doubt referring to Jimin's very father, the king of Taria.

He couldn't either, to be honest. Giving him up to the Bangtanese warriors was one thing, and everyone knew his father hated Seokjin, but to give up Jungkook as well?

“Well, what would you have done in that situation? Give up your offspring or go to war with a race that’s far superior to your own, knowing you’d be wiped from existence in a matter of seconds?” This from the tallest one who was sporting a rather shocking shade of silvery blonde hair.

“I’d go down fighting," the shortest one at the blonde's side scoffed, sleepy eyes looking at the three of them in disinterest. When those cold orbs made brief contact with his own, Jimin looked back down at the ground in a hurry. A snort followed his actions.

“You only say that because you’ve never known true defeat.”

No response to that, but he got the feeling that if he looked back up, the shortest one would be shrugging.

“But come on, only three? He couldn’t have had one more daughter?” one pouted.

“One more daughter? Aren’t they all guys in the first place?” Jimin didn't know their voices all that well yet, but he was fairly certain the tall one had said this.

“I don’t know, this one looks like a girl to me, and the king did claim he had a daughter."

Jimin didn’t have to look up to know who they were referring to. His eldest brother Seokjin was prettier than most girls on their planet, after all, and had been confused for a princess ever since they were kids. Even their father treated him as such after Jungkook had been born. He definitely looked more like a man now, though, with his mostly normal clothing choice and his once long hair all chopped off.

“Whaddya say, wanna bet on it, Yoongi?”

"Naw." 

So the shortest one was called Yoongi then.

"Well which one do you want then?"

“I don’t give a shit, but royal captives are such a pain in the ass, I swear," Yoongi groaned.

“You’re just lazy. I personally like breaking them in," the blonde grinned.

“Says the man who breaks everything anyway.”

The chuckles that followed that comment showed this must have been an inside joke among the men.

Only one remained silent throughout the others' mirth. The one standing directly in front of him, to be exact, and the very reason his palms were sweating so profusely now.

He could practically feel those glowing eyes on him. In fact, all the men had glowing eyes. Jimin had a sneaking suspicion the Bangtanese were a shifter race. Wouldn't be the first time he'd heard such a thing.

“Taehyung, you’re gonna freak him out if you keep staring at him like you want to eat him," the fourth nameless one chided.

“Maybe that’s the point,” Yoongi snickered.

Jimin shivered, which just caused the brother at his side, Jungkook, to lean more into him. Jungkook was the youngest out of them, yet always acted so strong. But that was all it was. An act.

In reality, their father had traded the three of them to be sex slaves to an alien race they knew next to nothing about. Well, nothing besides that when they set out to conquer something, they did so. Take their planet for example. Even though the Bangtanese had agreed to leave their home planet of Taria alone if their father agreed to the deal, they had still laid claim to it, adding it to the no doubt endless list of planets they had commandeered in the cosmos already.

But he supposed it could be worse, at least these beings were mostly humanoid in appearance. Or at least from what he'd seen they were.

There were four in all, and though none of them really looked alike at a glance, they all had a definite aura about them, but he supposed that was to be expected when you were raised with the mentality that if you wanted the very universe, you could have it.

But aside from the fact that the Bangtanese were known for their unstoppable battle fleets and arguably barbaric culture, not much else was known about them as their planet didn’t allow visitors.

“Does this mean I don't get a playmate?" the one who had been so certain Seokjin was a girl pouted.

“There’s always the next planet, Hobi," the blonde shrugged.

“You can have mine if you want,” Yoongi supplied with a yawn, though the flashing of his eyes after he said that suggested otherwise.

“No way, that’s what you’ve said about the last three planets. Father will be pissed if you come back empty handed again.”

“Well then I’d say you could take Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s, but Namjoon’s fucking earned this and Taehyung… well, I wouldn't want to fight him over this at the moment, would you?”

“With the way he’s eyeing the little one? No way. I’ll happily wait till the next batch.”

Jimin puffed up a bit at the insult, but otherwise remained silent. Not the easiest task for him, but when one of the Bangtanese came up and placed a hand under Jungkook’s chin as if to inspect him, Jimin immediately turned and bit down into the flesh, shoving in front of his youngest brother even as the very hand he had bitten was getting ready to backhand him.

He closed his eyes with resolve -it wouldn't be the first time he'd been hit while protecting his brother, anyway- but in the end, no blow landed. Jimin peeked his eyes open hesitantly, only to see the one still fixated on him had stopped his blonde haired companion with a clawed hand.

“You sure you still want him, Taehyung? Seems like a handful. I’d be glad to take him off your paws.” This from the one who apparently wasn’t going to get a slave, Hobi.

Jimin was more than a little surprised that they weren’t just going to share them. He’d always heard rumors that the Bangtanese had harems, after all, but he supposed that didn't mean they liked to share amongst themselves.

But the closest warlord, what had they called him, Taehyung? merely nodded, a smirk slowly upturning his lips and turning his expression downright devious.

“And I want this one," the blonde said, motioning to Jungkook.

"Which means you get the girl, Yoongi. Shame." Why was it a shame if Seokjin was a girl? Not that he was one anyway. "Ah well, impregnate her and add her to your never ending harem."

Yoongi sighed. “Works just fine for me. I don't envy you two in the slightest.” And with that he held out his hand to the kneeling prettiest brother before asking, “What’s your name, little one?”

“Seokjin…” he whispered, ignoring the outstretched hand to stand up gracefully, though his shaking legs gave his nervousness away.

“Hah! Girl’s taller than you are!”

“Shut the fuck up, Hoseok,” Yoongi growled before snatching Jin up around the waist and hoisting him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to cart him off to who knew where.

"Touchy..."

“And I’ll be taking my prize, if and when you can call off the guard dog that you've chosen. Shame you like him so much, I'd have a lot of fun with that one.”

“Not a chance,” his silent captor finally said, voice deep and rubbing him in the most delicious of places, even as he willed his body to stay cold.

“You can’t have Jungkook,” he stuttered, staying on his knees in front of his youngest brother stubbornly.

“Attempting to back out of the agreement, then? I suppose we can always blow your planet to smithereens, if you’d rather that alternative. Makes no difference to me," the blonde shrugged.

"Don't," Jungkook said calmly, standing up and bumping Jimin aside with his hip to follow behind the now laughing warlord. 

He tried to watch where they went, but the stubborn Taehyung moved to block his view. The thought that maybe the warlord merely wanted Jimin's eyes on him and him alone was lost on him.

"Well... I'll leave you to it then. Congratulations," Hoseok or Hobi or whatever his name was laughed before slapping Taehyung on the back and strolling away.

Leaving them alone.

The alien warlord tilted his head to the side as he asked, "Are you going to follow me too or do I need to carry you like your sister?"

"I- I'll follow!" Jimin said quickly, standing up so fast he stumbled, the hands still tied behind his back useless as he tilted forward.

Taehyung merely watched as Jimin fell face first into his chest, but then big hands grasped his shoulders to steady him, a chuckle rumbling against Jimin's cheek. "Klutz."

And in the end, he was so flustered by that one comment that he did have to be carried away.

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The door slid shut automatically behind them, a sight Jin was able to witness, being hoisted over his captor's shoulder as he was. He didn't get to see much else, however, before he was being thrown onto a bed haphazardly. 

Or more accurately, an oversized hammock. 

He barely held on enough to not flip off the rocking thing before the warlord was stretching, stripping, and climbing in next to him with a drawled, "This one's smaller than my one at home, but just deal with it for now, kay?"

Jin nodded lightly before stiffening as strong, bare limbs wrapped around him, slicing his bonds off in the process to throw them across the room before getting comfortable again. He could see fluffy black hair from the corner of his eye, but that wasn't nearly as distracting as the puffs of hot breath now tickling his neck.

He was staring up at the ceiling in dismay when that smooth voice yawned, "Get some sleep. I'm not going to rape you, if that's what you're worried about."

It wasn't, though the two things did coincide, he supposed. No, he was more worried about the fact that he was still being mistaken for a girl.

Seokjin could hardly remember a time when he hadn't been forced to live as a girl. He had been the first born male in his family, and thus the rightful heir to the throne, but when Jungkook had been born, his father had decided that Jin 'wasn't king material'. This was mainly due to the fact that his mother had died giving birth to him, and the King's new wife, Jungkook's mother, was a power hungry slattern that could sway his father to do her bidding even at the worst of times. But what to do? The king couldn't very well kill his own son, and banishment was a bit harsh for a child of five.

In the end, it was his deceased mother that had solved the problem. People had often compared him to pictures of her, marveling at how similar they looked. 

And thus he had 'become a girl'. It was crazy how much people could 'forget' when money was being shoved into their pockets. But as much as he had tried to at first, it was impossible to hate Jungkook for his new position, and Jimin even more so. Not that Jimin was a threat in the first place, being the illegitimate son that he was. 

They made an interesting trio, that was for sure. A bastard, an angel, and a cross dresser, and now sex slaves on top of that.

But aside from the whole 'sex' business, he'd actually been looking forward to finally leaving Taria. Today had been the first day in over eighteen years he'd been able to wear normal clothes, after all, but apparently his fashion sense was still a tad girly, if the men here still mistook him for one.

He wasn't sure how he was going to break that particular news to his new 'master', but he'd figure it out eventually...

A growl so realistic it had him holding his breath pierced through his thoughts, an angry, "Will you stop that? I can practically hear you plotting your escape," following directly after.

Seokjin had been doing no such thing, and was about to say as much, when the hammock swayed precariously beneath them as the warlord moved, this new position forcing him and his captor nose to nose, lest he wanted to turn and risk unseating them both.

"You are a pretty thing, I'll give you that, but you couldn't have been made just a tad shorter?" the man sighed, though the slight smile that came after that comment showed he wasn't truly upset about that fact.

The expression changed his face completely, turning the man from an angry warlord into a playful kitten. He wasn't about to say that out loud, however; he had a feeling that the man didn't even know about it himself.

"I'm sorry," he said, cringing mentally at how easily those words escaped his lips, "my father tried to change a lot of things about me, but my height wasn't one of them."

"Hmm," the warlord hummed, but otherwise left the topic alone. And when his eyes moved from Jin's own to observe the bottom lip that he was now biting at subconsciously, those naturally dark orbs flashed a bright golden green, reminding Jin of the animalistic night-glow he'd seen in the man's eyes the first time they'd crossed paths.

So maybe comparing him to a kitten wasn't far off the mark, after all.

"Well, since we're both up... how about we make the best of it?" he suggested, grinding his hips down onto Seokjin's lightly, eyebrows raising in question. And that catlike smile was back in place.

Seokjin's eyes widened before he was gasping, "I don't even know your name yet!" He wasn't going to be found out this soon, was he?

"Surely you heard my brothers addressing me earlier," he said, grinding his hips down with more pressure. And the fact that he was naked didn't leave much to the imagination as to what all that grinding was doing to him.

"There's nothing wrong with proper introductions," he squeaked.

The warlord rolled his eyes but humored him. "My name's Yoongi, but you can call me Suga, I suppose. That's what all my lovely ladies back home call me."

"...really now, and why's that?" he asked warily, purely trying to keep the conversation going.

"Because I can sweet talk my way into anyone's pants," Yoongi grinned wickedly.

He should not have asked.

At his no doubt horrified expression, Yoongi laughed openly, eyes flashing yet again before his voice lowered, growing husky, "Want me to prove it to you, my pretty Seokjin?"

"It- it's been a long day, and you seem... tired," he stuttered, cursing his eyes when they wandered lower of their own accord as he said the last bit. Let's just say 'tired' hadn't been the first adjective he'd wanted to use.

"Hmm... just a goodnight kiss then?"

And before he could deny him, those upturned lips were brushing against his own deftly, a strong hand grasping his chin, so he wouldn't turn away perhaps? If Jin was being honest, however, spurning the other man's advances was the last thing on his mind at that particular moment. And then Yoongi was gyrating his hips yet again, pressing his now fully hard length against his own squeezed shut thighs, an involuntary moan escaping Jin's lips at the motion.

It was all the invitation Yoongi needed, his surprisingly rough tongue slipping into his mouth to taste him at his leisure. The hand still at his chin moved to grasp his hair and tilt his head slightly, successfully aiding in deepening the kiss further. 

Jin didn't have any experience in this regard, but he was fairly certain -if only by his light headedness and the strange tingling sensation that was happening wherever their bodies touched- that Yoongi was a damn good kisser. 

He hadn't even realized he was well out of breath until the man above him backed off, expression smug, whereas his own face was no doubt flush, his breathing coming back shallow and labored.

"So I didn't pick wrong, after all," Yoongi whispered, fingers untangling from his hair to play lightly at Jin's now swollen lips.

From what he recalled, however, Yoongi hadn't picked him at all. He'd merely been a last choice. Just like he had been his entire life.

That thought was a successful bucket of ice to his otherwise overheating emotions, and he felt his expression becoming guarded yet again as he said, "Okay, you had your kiss. Now goodnight."

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed briefly in confusion before his eyes were narrowing down at him, the passionate glowing hazel fading back to his formerly cold, dark color.

"Yeah. Goodnight," he said blankly, sliding off of him to lay by his side yet again, though this time their backs were facing each other.

And yet for some reason, Seokjin found himself missing their earlier spooning position. Which wasn't good at all, because he wasn't what Yoongi wanted. Not really.

And he wasn't sure he had it in him to pretend to be something that he wasn't anymore.

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As Jungkook kneeled on the ground between his two brothers, the last conversation he'd had with his father replayed in his mind like a bad dream.

"They won't get away with this, Jungkook. Not with us. They don't realize what we are, what kind of connections we have. We'll make them pay, won't we?"

His father had looked crazed as he said this, but Jungkook nodded calmly, even if that wasn't how he was feeling on the inside. He'd learned at a young age to hide how he truly felt about such matters.

"Now, I've had a communicator hidden in your belt for when our range becomes too far, but don't worry, the Bangtanese are a cocky race, and they won't bother to check you."

The 'range' he'd been referring to was their own telepathic link. All Tarians were capable of this, but only if there was blood shared between the individuals on a regular basis. Intimate family could also share thoughts, but their range only extended so far.

"Remember," his father continued, "everyone has a weakness, and as soon as you've found theirs, report back to me. Understood?"

"Yes... father..."

"You'll be our secret weapon in destroying that god forsaken planet, Jungkook."

Jungkook nodded dutifully, but on the inside he was shaking. This was what he'd always hated about his life, how everyone expected him to be some amazing being when in reality, he was just a kid. 

He had insecurities and hardships just like everyone else, but god forbid he show that on the outside. He couldn't. Not when Jimin spent every waking day protecting him, and Seokjin was forced to watch him rise to a position that should have been rightfully his in the first place.

"I tried bargaining for you, I truly did, but it seems they're hellbent on taking all my children from me... but as long as you come back alive, everything will be fine. I've already spoken with Jimin. He'll act as your bodyguard when he can, like always. Seokjin is a wildcard, but if you can use his body to your advantage, do so. Even if he hates me, he's always had a soft spot for you. Use that if you can."

Jungkook nodded yet again, but rage was finally threatening to give away his outwardly calm appearance.

"Good boy. They're taking a live grenade into their midst without even realizing it," he chuckled. "We'll see each other again, but in the meantime, remember your mission, son."

His mission, he thought bitterly.

Jungkook could admit he was eerily lucky at times, but the task his father had assigned him with was still impossible -'golden' title or not attached to his name- because he'd been assigned to single handedly cause the destruction of an entire planet. And not just any planet: Bangtan.

The planet of Bangtan didn't allow outsiders in the first place, but foolhardy people would still probably ignore that rule. If they didn't have an impenetrable force field just beyond their atmosphere, of course. Bangtan had made a lot of enemies over the years, after all, and it never hurt to be too cautious.

But no matter how many other planets or alignments tried, no one had been able to figure out how to get past the planet's barrier. In fact, the only things that seemed capable of passing through the force field without exploding on impact were their many war ships.

So what had been the impossible task assigned to him? Oh nothing much. Just steal an entire empty military fleet and autopilot them past the force field so that a waiting army could board them and attack the planet with their own weapons. 

You know, normal every day stuff.

And yet... he was still going to try. Not for their father or to pick sides in some galactic war, but to save his brothers. When he'd been born, he'd taken everything from them, so in his eyes, he owed them, at the very least to try, and not just give up hope now like he so desperately wanted to.

Hearing their father talk about them as if they were so... expendable, had truly angered him, but he hadn't realized Jimin and Seokjin felt the exact same way about themselves until this very moment.

When Jin had been carried off, he'd made brief eye contact with him, but his older brother had merely smiled comfortingly down at him before eventually disappearing from sight. He hadn't had the courage to talk to him telepathically at that moment, and wasn't even sure he had the right to.

And then Jimin had come to his aid so quickly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, diving in front of him and not caring of the consequences to shield Jungkook, even though it was clear he was terrified.

But it wasn't until the blonde warlord -who by process of elimination was named Namjoon- had threatened to blow up their planet, that Jungkook had finally accepted his fate. He had enough guilt and didn't very well need an entire planet's demise on top of it all.

No, he'd do this, but he was going to do it on his own terms.

"Don't," he said calmly, standing up and bumping Jimin aside before sending him a quick, I'll be fine, just take care of yourself, with a confident air he sure as hell didn't feel, and shutting their link down altogether.

As he walked away, he eyed the back of this particular warlord with growing trepidation.

“You’re just lazy. I personally like breaking them in."

“Says the man who breaks everything anyway.”

“Well then I’d say you could take Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s, but Namjoon’s fucking earned this..."

He had hoped to be stuck with the more playful brother -he had seemed easier to get information out of- but he was quickly realizing he was more than likely bound to the Captain of this particular Bangtanese fleet, though he supposed that title could belong to Jimin's warlord too. He'd have to ask him later.

Either way, it looked like his luck was finally running out.

"So, Jungkook, was it?" the warlord asked, motioning him into a room and filing in shortly after him.

He nodded slowly, choosing to eye his new surroundings instead of the man standing entirely too close behind him. 

The walls were lined with books, the majority of them no doubt older than he was, while loose papers lay strewn across desk tops, though whether they were plotting out stars or world domination, he couldn't be sure.

If he was left alone long enough in this room, maybe he could find out some vital information, after all...

"Your companions are loyal, I'll give you that... but so are mine. Try anything funny and I won't hesitate to kill you, got it?" The warlord had spun him around as he'd said it, catching Jungkook off guard enough for true fear to flash in his eyes before he willed himself to be calm.

"Understood."

He watched the man's eyes flash a bright blue before he was smirking down at him. "Good. And now that the business portion is out of the way," Namjoon said, licking at the corner of his lips hungrily, "we can get straight to the pleasure."

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Jimin was scrunched up on the bed warily, his naked back already pressed up against the wall, because every time the other person on the bed with him would scoot closer, he'd scoot back.

At first it had appeared that Taehyung thought this was a game they were playing, a cheesy smile forming on his face every time they shifted positions, but the longer they kept at it, the more frustrated he became.

"Hey." Taehyung growled, scooting forward yet again and swiping a hand out at him.

"What." Jimin replied back, twisting just out of his reach.

"This isn't funny anymore. Come here," he said, motioning to his lap and opening up his arms expectantly.

Jimin stared at Taehyung, dumbfounded. Either this guy was an idiot or the strangest individual he'd ever met. "I... I'm fine over here, thanks."

The warlord's eyebrows scrunched up, as if he hadn't anticipated this kind of response. Finally, Taehyung sighed and leaned back on his haunches, seemingly calm, but in reality he was just moving positions so he could better attack his prey.

And that's exactly what he did, springing forward to tackle Jimin and grip him in the tightest bear hug he'd ever received.

"Be gentle!" Jimin had screamed as the other man had been in the air, his hands barely having enough time to come up and cover his heated face before he'd been caught. 

And then he was shaking. 

Not due to his own fears, but because the man now holding him was laughing so hard he shook them both.

Jimin wasn't sure whether to laugh along with him or melt away in shame, but he could admit the man's deep chuckles were infectious.

"So I take it you've never done this before either?"

"Done what? Been held captive and forced to become a sex slave to a barbarian, lest you blow up my home planet? Oh sure, plenty of times, haven't you?" he said sarcastically.

"Yes," he replied seriously, "though I usually play the role of barbarian."

Jimin stared up at the man in exasperation, but if he hadn't, he wouldn't have been able to witness the most breathtaking smile that followed that statement, shaggy golden hair swept just so to reveal his dark, mischievous eyes. 

Was this the same man that had been staring at him like he was his next meal not five minutes ago?

"You're fun to tease. What's your name?"

"...Jimin."

"Well to be honest, Jimin," Taehyung said quietly, "I've never done this sort of thing either."

"I find that hard to believe."

"No, it's true! I mean, I have, but not with... you."

No shit.

"I mean, not with a man... you know?"

Taehyung was staring at him like this was supposed to have some significant meaning, but in the end he just said, "Yeah, me neither, but who says it has to be like that between... us?"

The warlord leaned away from him as if slapped, though he still hadn't loosened his grip. "You don't want to...? With me?"

Jimin shrugged as much as he could in the man's arms.

"But- but I'm good, I swear! I've had lots of practice, well, at least with women, but I'm sure it transfers over to some extent."

Jimin bit at his tongue in annoyance. He could practically feel his expression turning sour, just wasn't exactly sure why. "That's... nice for you."

Yet Taehyung continued to stare at him in disbelief, mouth hanging open ridiculously. How on Taria had this man been given a title like 'warlord'? He looked more like a gaping fish at that moment.

Finally, those long arms let go of him, the man rolling away from him until he eventually fell off the bed. Jimin stared at the edge warily before hesitantly sitting up and crawling across the mattress to peek over the side.

Taehyung was sitting cross legged on the floor, counting things off on his fingers and mumbling quietly to himself.

"Oh! I know! I'm filthy rich," he exclaimed with a smile, turning to Jimin to gauge his reaction.

He nodded slowly in response, but that must not have been what Taehyung had wanted, his expression turning crestfallen yet again. 

It was official. This guy was insane.

"Uh... though I haven't had as many kids as my brothers, my harem is bigger. That should count for something, right?"

Jimin's mouth fell open in shock. What the hell was this dude talking about?

"Guh, I really don't know what else I could say to make you want to be with me," he whined, looking over at him pathetically, lips forming into a -he refused to say cute- pout.

"...you could start with your name," he suggested drily.

Taehyung opened his mouth, then shut it immediately after, smacking himself on the forehead. "That's right, you wouldn't know who I am, would you? I'm Kim Taehyung. Fourth in line to the throne and third commander of the Ursus Clan." His expression was confident, yet so transparent that Jimin was surprised he didn't just come out and say 'now will you sleep with me?' right then and there.

A fucking Bangtanese prince. "...and the other three that were with you earlier?"

"My brothers. Why?"

Jimin kept his mouth shut, not believing their luck. Maybe Jungkook's suicide mission wouldn't be so impossible, after all...

"Hey, I said, why do you ask?" Apparently the man wasn't going to let his silence slide.

"What? Oh, nothing," he assured, but Taehyung was standing now, forcing him to crane his neck back to maintain eye contact, lest he wanted to stare at the lean muscles of his abdomen. 

The warlord had stripped as soon as they'd entered the room earlier, after all, a fact Jimin was doing his very best to ignore, because he'd stripped him promptly after. To his credit he'd only screamed twice.

"...are you thinking that you would have been better off with one of my brothers?" Taehyung asked, his deep voice eerily calm and his posture stiff, reminding Jimin of when he'd first laid eyes on the man. This was the predator that had watched him with glowing eyes earlier, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that, or even what had triggered the sudden change.

"What? N-"

But his sentence was cut off, Taehyung pushing him back onto the bed to crawl on top of him. "Because I don't share."

Jimin wasn't sure what his response to that would have been, but in the end he didn't get the chance to say anything, Taehyung's lips taking his own in a searing kiss. 

He gasped when he felt a tongue glide along the seam of his lips, inadvertently allowing the man on top of him access, but it wasn't long before the heat he'd felt when he'd first seen Taehyung came roaring back to life, his body rolling up to give them both more skin to skin contact of its own accord.

Taehyung growled against his lips appreciatively, large hands gliding along his toned abs, scratching against his flesh to leave angry red lines down his torso. 

When he finally pulled away from Jimin's mouth so they could breathe, Taehyung began moving lower, leaving wet kisses down his neck, tongue snaking out to play with his prominent collar bones, before he began nipping and eventually sucking at them when Jimin's voice cried out in what could only be encouragement. 

Taehyung was moving further down to lap at his nipples when he slowly lowered his hips to grind his hard length against Jimin's own aching erection, one of those big hands skating down to grasp them both roughly, the precum leaking between them acting as lubrication while he jerked them both off in his fist.

Jimin moaned breathily, but before he could even come close to cumming, Taehyung was backing off to slide off the bed, pulling Jimin's hips close so he could still reach him. The warlord was still jerking himself off when he brought his wet lips down to Jimin's cock, rising up on his knees to take the length into his mouth in one fluid motion.

Jimin flung his head back with a curse, hips shifting up to thrust into Taehyung’s hot and willing mouth that much further. There was no way this was Taehyung’s first time, and if it was, it wasn’t fair that someone could be this good at something so naturally, the things he was doing to Jimin’s cock sinful, each bob of his head taking him that much deeper, throat constricting around the head and making Jimin weak in the knees.

It was when he was sitting back up to watch Taehyung move up and down on him, hands not sure if they wanted to grip the bed sheets or the other man's no doubt soft hair, when those glowing eyes looked up at him knowingly. His expression was smug, sultry even, as that tongue slid along the underside of his cock expertly, a well placed hum sending jolts of electricity down his spine. He was cumming moments later.

Taehyung stayed on his length, sucking every last drop from him and continuing to suck until Jimin eventually had to push him away, his nerve endings far too sensitive to handle that velvet tongue on him any longer.

The warlord merely smiled up at him, tongue licking at his lips to collect any remaining cum before he was crawling back onto the bed, cock still overly hard and pressing up against him as he brought Jimin close to cradle him into his larger body.

When Jimin finally found his voice again sometime later, he said timidly, "You're still... um..."

"Oh, don't mind that, I'm good at holding off, is all," Taehyung shrugged. "And you're definitely worth the wait."

Jimin had the sneaking suspicion that it was something much more than that, but before he could ask, a sharp pain had him yelping, Taehyung's teeth sinking into his shoulder and latching on. He didn't pull away till he tasted blood.

"What the hell!" Jimin whined, trying to squirm away from the other man, but Taehyung held him firmly in place, snuggling into the crook of his neck with a pleased sigh.

"This way if you try slinking off with one of my brothers they won't be allowed to touch you."

"I don't see how that has anything to do with you biting me, psycho!"

"You will, but for now, get some sleep. We can play more in the morning," Taehyung yawned.

And damn if that sleepy comment didn't have him hot and bothered all over again. Something was definitely wrong with him.

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Jin....Seokjin.... Yah, Seokjin-ah!

He groaned aloud, exhausted body shifting positions before he was responding back sleepily, What do you want, Jimin?

Have you heard from Jungkook at all?

He sighed and kept his eyes closed, hoping that after Jimin left him alone he'd be able to go back to sleep. No, but he usually talks to you first anyway.

Well he's not responding to me, will you try?

He sighed again, but followed his brother's request. What he discovered had him jerking awake, eyes opening instantly. He shut our link down, and something feels... different.

Damnit, I was hoping it was just me. I want to go look for him, but this idiot won't let go of me in his sleep.

Sucks to be you, Jin thought jokingly, though he looked over at his own bedmate with a wistful sigh.

If you can, you should try to find him.

Me? Very funny. There was a reason he wasn’t his father’s favorite.

I'm serious! They're still under the impression that you're a girl, right? I'm sure you could get away with it better than I could.

Jimin, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but these men aren’t normal! I don’t even know what species they are, let alone if they’ll treat a woman kinder than a man. Plus mine’s… weird, he thought doubtfully.

Trust me, I win when it comes to getting the weird one. Will you just try looking for him? Please? his brother begged, and he could practically see the pout that usually went along with such sweet words. It was hard enough to say no to Jimin, even without his cherubic face.

Jin sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately... I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises. I’m not exactly the stealthiest person known to man.

That’s the understatement of the year.

Shut up.

He heard a light chuckle before he felt Jimin’s presence exit his mind, leaving him alone yet again, or at least, as alone as one could be when in bed with another man.

Cringing as he moved, Jin tried to rock the hammock as little as possible, swinging his legs over the side of the dangling makeshift bed cautiously.

Before he’d even touched the ground, however, a deep voice was asking lazily, “And where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

Jin looked over his shoulder warily to see two glowing eyes appraising him and said the first thing that popped into his head. “Bathroom.”

“Do you often wake up in the middle of the night to take a piss? Cause I don’t like being interrupted.”

He blushed, but mumbled, “Not that, I just... feel dirty. I need to bathe.” Not a complete lie, he’d grown accustomed to taking an hour long bath every night. It had been one of the few pleasures allowed to him back on Taria.

“Oh, is that all? Well, why didn’t you just say so?” Yoongi yawned before pulling him closer on the hammock.

Jin stiffened, not quite sure what to expect, before he felt that rough tongue slide along his neck, causing him to yelp involuntarily. “Wh-what are you doing?” he gulped, breath hitching as the licks began exploring the rest of his exposed skin, shirt being tugged down from behind so Yoongi could start a wet trail along his spine.

“You said you wanted a bath, didn’t you? Be grateful I’m so accommodating.”

Jin squeezed his eyes shut when warm hands slid under his shirt to glide along his sides. When they started slowly but surely making their way up his ribcage, however, he panicked, legs attempting to slide him off the hammock like he’d planned on doing in the first place.

This only succeeded in tipping the thing over, however.

He fell onto his back with a grunt. Yoongi wasn’t far behind him, but of course he landed on all fours above him. Glowing eyes, sly smile, tongue baths, and now landing upright? There was no question in his mind what this man was now, but did this mean that all their captors were cat shifters?

“What the fuck was that for?” Yoongi growled, bright hazel eyes flashing down at him.

“Sorry, I was just… startled. I meant a normal bath. With… water…maybe?”

The man above him scoffed, but stood up as he said, “Fine, follow me.”

Yoongi once again held his hand out to him to help him up, but he ignored it all the same, seemingly to dust off his pants as he stood. The warlord scoffed yet again before walking briskly out of the room.

Jin could only assume he was meant to follow, chasing after the shifter clumsily.

“There were only two rooms with attached baths on this ship, and Namjoon and Hoseok claimed those. You’ll have to use the public bath, but don’t worry, aside from the seven of us, there’s no one else on this ship.”

Well that’s useful information… I think? “...wait. Does that mean there were only four of you when you threatened to destroy our planet?”

“What, like there needs to be more than that?” Yoongi shrugged, leaving Jin to wonder if these men were really shifters at all or something much more... dangerous. But then he didn't pretend to know what spaceships were capable of, that was more Jungkook's forte.

They walked in awkward silence after that, or at least awkward on his part, until finally stopping in front of a blue door.

In hindsight, Jin probably should have watched where they’d been going so he could find the room by himself later -admittedly he'd been admiring someone’s (he refused to name names) ass- but he supposed it was as good an excuse as any for when he wanted to snoop around. He’d gotten lost looking for the bathroom, that was all. 

What the door slid open to reveal, however, was nothing like any bathroom he’d seen before. It was more like his own personal hot springs.

From what he could see through all the steam, a huge pool took up most of the room, water cascading randomly from the ceiling in makeshift waterfalls, and when he looked harder, he thought he could briefly make out a sitting area off to the right.

He could definitely get used to this.

“What do you think, this good enough for you, Princess?”

He blushed at the endearment, before realizing it was more than likely just the title Yoongi assumed he had. Right. “This… this is…” there weren’t words to describe how much he was looking forward to using this particular room, so he merely nodded dumbly.

When he tried to walk into the steamy paradise, however, an arm casually blocked his entrance, Yoongi seemingly using the door frame as a leaning post.

“There, I showed you the bathroom, now what do I get out of it?”

“Wh- what?” Jin asked warily, feet backing him up as Yoongi calmly prowled towards him, stopping only when his back hit the wall behind him.

“On Bangtan, we live by a strict give and take system," he said, arms coming up to trap Jin against the wall as he continued. "I give you something, and if you don’t give me something of value in return… I take it, instead.”

By this point Yoongi was so close to him he could feel that hot breath against his neck, and although the other was shorter than him, he still managed to make Jin feel small, powerless even, in comparison.

“So, Seokjin-” the way he said his name making the word sound obscene, somehow, “what can you offer me that you think is worth this room? And try not to insult me.”


Jin’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked from Yoongi’s smirking face to the room directly across from them before stuttering, “Uh… my- my mouth?”

He’d meant as in another kiss, but by the way Yoongi’s eyes flashed hazel up at him, smirk turning to a much more... heated expression, it was clear to see he’d taken it an entirely different way.

The shifter licked his lips and hummed in thought before replying huskily, “Yeah, I’ll take that trade. On your knees then.”

“Wh- here?” Jin squeaked, looking down either side of the hallway.

“Good a place as any,” the shifter shrugged, forcing Jin down onto his knees when he didn’t obey right away.

“But… what if someone comes?” He was stalling and they both knew it.

“Oh, I plan to,” Yoongi purred, causing Jin to blush like crazy.

“I meant-”

“I know what you meant, but my senses are a hundred times better than yours. I’ll know when someone’s coming.”

Not that Yoongi would care enough to stop. It wasn’t like public sex on Bangtan was unheard of anyway. On the contrary, with senses as heightened as theirs were, it was quite common to scent or hear such things, but out of politeness or necessity it was just something you learned to tune out. Unless you wanted to mock someone mercilessly for it later, of course.

“This isn't what I... I mean I’ve never... done this before,” Jin finally admitted hesitantly, big eyes looking up at him in dismay. And if Yoongi wasn’t turned on before, he sure as hell was now.

“It’s not that hard,” he said, chuckling at his choice of phrasing... and how wrong it was if used to describe something else at that particular moment.

Pushing the front of his pants down, Yoongi pulled himself free of the restricting fabric, nearly groaning aloud when Jin eyed his cock with even wider eyes than before.

“It’s not going to bite you,” Yoongi groused when Jin continued staring at it uncertainly for a solid minute. Luckily he didn't have issues with his confidence. Or his libido.

He heard Jin mumble, “I’m not so sure…” before those delicate fingers gently came up and wrapped around the base of his length, causing him to groan.

Jin had long fingers, so the fact that he could hardly touch his middle finger to his thumb left him more than a little intimidated, but when Yoongi nudged forward encouragingly, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, hoping for the best.

It barely fit, scraping at his teeth as it filled his entire mouth, and as Yoongi pushed further in, he had the singular fear that he was going to choke to death before even getting the opportunity to use the bath barely ten feet away from him.

“Your lips look fucking sinful stretched around my cock like that,” Yoongi ground out, seating himself even deeper into Jin’s hot mouth, the man in question shrinking down further and tilting his head back to try and accept more of Yoongi's length. He growled openly. With enough practice, Seokjin would be deep throating in no time.

The thought had him purring, cock sliding in and out of Jin’s lips unceremoniously.

Jin kept his mouth open wide, saliva dripping down his chin. When he moved his tongue experimentally beneath Yoongi’s length, the shifter growled, shoving that much harder into his mouth. Luckily he didn't have much of a gag reflex.

“Keep taking me in as deep as you are and I’ll cum in no time,” Yoongi groaned, trying to keep his voice in check and failing miserably. For a first timer, this kid was good. He shuddered to think what a little practice would do to the vixen beneath him.

A few final thrusts and a throat constriction later and he was a goner, jets of cum shooting down the back of Jin's throat and forcing him to swallow, the Tarian finally pulling back to take a few ragged breaths, hands wiping the remaining fluids off his face while Yoongi righted his clothes above him.

And when Yoongi reached his hand down to help Jin up out of habit, he was more than a little surprised when Jin took it, the Tarian even leaning into his frame for a bit afterwards to catch his breath. The willing contact had him flushing, cock growing hard all over again.

But a deal was a deal, and he didn't want to scare his prey off just yet.

Lifting Jin into his arms princess style -fitting- he carried the mildly complaining man into the bathroom. He debated on just placing him down gently, but then mischief flashed in his eyes.

Jin had half a second to realize what Yoongi was about before being unceremoniously dropped into the hot water, fully clothed. He came up sputtering, pushing wet bangs out of his face.

“A deal’s a deal,” Yoongi smirked before blowing the angry Jin a kiss and exiting the room, looking every bit like the cat that ate the canary.

“Smug bastard…” Jin grumbled as he stripped his remaining clothing off. Only after he was certain Yoongi was well and gone, of course.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Yoongi sat rigidly in the surveillance room, half tempted to jerk off to the sight of Jin bathing on the monitors in front of him. He probably would have too, if Hoseok hadn’t chosen that exact moment to pop his head in. He’d been wondering what that particular brother was up to.

Hoseok wolf whistled when he caught sight of what Yoongi was watching. “Lookit that hottie. Small tits, but tits aren’t everything.”

“I'd be kinda concerned if he had big tits,” he said, hands itching to smack his loudmouth brother.

“Wait, what? He? Why would the king lie about something like that?"

Yoongi shrugged, honestly not sure. "Maybe he just identifies as female, haven't got around to asking him yet."

"That or he's more like you than you realize, first born," Hoseok quipped, chuckling when Yoongi finally did hit him for that comment. "So how long have you known about his secret anyway?”

Yoongi shrugged again, though his catlike smile gave him away.

"You little brat, you've known since the scouting mission, haven't you? No wonder you didn't want me to show his picture to the others, you'd already decided on him!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Yoongi sing songed, eyes still fixated on Jin in the bath. It reminded him of the first time he'd seen him back on Taria. "Besides, the other two are happy with their picks, wouldn't you say?"

"Well, I heard some screaming coming from Tae's room earlier, and things breaking in Namjoon's, but then that's a regular occurrence anyway. Why don't we check the cams and see for ourselves?" he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You can, but I've got better things to do than spy on our brothers," Yoongi said, grinning wickedly.

And all of them involved Seokjin.

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"...and now that the business portion is out of the way, we can get straight to the pleasure."

Wait, what?

Jungkook had planned on keeping the warlord talking for a lot longer than that, but before he could even think of another thing to say, he was being hoisted up and slammed onto one of the desks he'd been eyeing earlier, papers crinkling and tearing beneath his weight.

And in the small time frame he had to eye the documents scattered around him, he quickly realized that the words written on them weren't battle plans at all. In fact, to him it looked rather like... poetry?

"Done spying?" Namjoon whispered, gravelly voice directly in his ear and making him jump. This guy moved fast. In more ways than one.

"I wasn't spying," Jungkook scoffed before mumbling, "and maybe if you didn't want others to see it you shouldn't keep it out in the open, smart ass."

The warlord backed up briefly to raise his eyebrows down at him -even with Jungkook propped up on the table like he was, the man was still slightly taller than him- before smirking. "I wouldn't have pegged you for mouthy, but I like mouthy. Bet you're loud in bed too."

Jungkook swallowed his initial retort, his mission flashing in his mind. That's right, he needed information. And the only way to get information given his current situation was...

Spreading his legs wide, Jungkook leaned back slightly, biting at his lip before saying huskily, "Why don't you find out?"

The warlord growled, eyes glowing blue as he grabbed his thighs and tugged him closer, lips crashing down onto his own roughly. Jungkook moaned into the kiss, wrapping his legs around the warlord's slim but no doubt powerful hips.

Jungkook was no virgin. As heir to the throne back on Taria, he'd had people throwing themselves at him left and right, be it man or woman. He knew exactly what he was getting himself into; he'd just never had to be the seducer before. He'd also never taken it up the ass, but there was a first time for everything, he supposed. And it was probably too much to hope for that this warlord would be the submissive one. But truth be told, it didn't matter what roles their bodies played, he knew who was really going to be in charge.

Smirking against Namjoon's lips, he rolled his hips slowly, rubbing their clothed crotches together.

Namjoon growled before ripping his shirt apart like it was nothing, big hands wanting to feel flesh as their tongues continued to battle for dominance. Jungkook gasped when deft fingers began playing and pinching at his nipples, his back arching into every touch. Tugging at the warlord's shirt as well, the man pulled it off at his behest with lightning speed, mouths barely separating for even a moment before they were continuing their heated kissing.

Each tug and bite at his lips had Jungkook groaning, his own hands kneading into strong shoulders. This man did so love to bite, it seemed, his bottom lip raw by this point, but that was okay, Jungkook enjoyed being bitten. Or at least, he did when this man was doing it.

And surprisingly enough, he found himself growing hard easily, not having to fake any of the noises he was making by this point. Jungkook was thoroughly enjoying himself, and why shouldn't he? There was nothing wrong with getting a little pleasure out of an inevitable job. But that was what this man was to him: a job. Nothing more.

When the hands at his chest sprouted claws and moved down to… he could only assume, slice off his pants? he panicked slightly. Right, superhuman. Or more realistically, not human at all. Perhaps aggressive wasn’t the way to go about this, especially not for his first time.

Slightly disgusted with himself, Jungkook pushed at the warlord’s chest, doing his best to copy one of Jimin’s signature pouts as he whined, “It’s my first time, wouldn’t you rather have me on the bed…?” The warlord didn’t really seem to care either way, or at least didn't make any indication that he did, so he felt the need to add, “Plus… I can’t reach you with my mouth in this position… and I do have experience in that regard…”

He was scooped up instantly. Maybe this man wouldn’t be so hard to handle, after all?

Jungkook was dropped unceremoniously onto the bed seconds later though, clawed hands making quick work of his pants. He winced when his belt flew across the room to whip into a metal wall, hoping the communicator inside wasn’t damaged in the process, but he didn’t have much time to think on it when that deep voice purred, “I have some experience in that regard as well, pet.”

Jungkook hissed when a smooth tongue slid along his cock, falling back onto his forearms as the head was enveloped by velvet soft lips. Teeth grazed along the shaft lightly, but instead of hurting, he found himself thrusting up further into the warlord’s mouth, enjoying the friction.

Saliva dripped down his length, sliding down his balls and onto his entrance, and Namjoon wasted no time before a long finger was prodding at him, with thankfully no claws this time.

The first finger was fine, and even the second one he could handle, but the third one burned like a son of a bitch. He could only imagine how the sex was going to feel, but at least for now he had the blowjob to distract him. If he wanted to get enjoyment out of this, he was just going to have to relax. And it wasn’t like he wasn’t trained, he could handle pain. He could handle this.

He was still willing himself to relax when those fingers found what they were looking for, curling and rubbing at his prostate repeatedly even as the head of his cock was still being sucked at. Jungkook cried out brokenly, hands finding their way into the warlord’s short hair and pushing him down further onto his length before he was shooting cum down his throat.

He hadn’t exactly planned on making the man swallow, but it’d rather become a habit to just do what he wanted in the bedroom. Woops.

Jungkook was still debating on apologizing when Namjoon crawled onto the bed with an easy smile, kneeling at his side and uttering, “Your turn,” before shoving his cock in Jungkook’s face. He bit the inside of his cheek before opening up, tongue peeking out to lick the precum off the head before repositioning himself so he could guide the considerable length into his mouth better.

Blue eyes glowed down at him appreciatively even as the warlord took the pace into his own hands, fisting at Jungkook’s hair and mouth fucking him deeply. He gagged every time the head hit the back of his throat, eyes tearing up, but he kept his mouth open, tongue working the underside of Namjoon’s cock expertly.

But apparently the warlord merely wanted himself wet, because only a minute or so later he was backing off to grab something from a table beside the bed. Lube, as it turned out.

Jungkook moved onto all fours when he was told to, shivering from nerves and the fingers gliding along his spine before Namjoon began working slick fingers in and out of him slowly from behind. When this continued for a few minutes, he almost wanted to growl at the man to just get it the fuck over with, but the warlord surprised him.

Flopping onto his back on the mattress, Namjoon slicked up his own cock liberally before tossing the lube onto the floor and hoisting Jungkook easily onto him. “You can guide me in at your own pace, it’ll be easier for you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened before he could control his expression, but the warlord merely winked up at him while moving his hips slightly, that big cock sliding along the seam of Jungkook’s ass cheeks. He was blushing at this point, he knew, but he closed his eyes and grabbed at the slick cock nonetheless, rising up on his knees and positioning him at his entrance.

The beginning was the worst, his tight hole constricting around every dip and change of girth, but thanks to gravity and maybe even Namjoon below him pistoning his hips up steadily, the first half went in rather easily. It burned, but it was doable. When he tried to slide down further, however, he hissed and bit at his lip in annoyance. This wasn’t fun anymore.

To his surprise, Namjoon backed off easily, instead moving slowly and shallowly inside of him, letting him get used to the length that was inside. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when the burning eased up, and even let out a surprised moan when big hands began playing with his own length, willing it back to life with a few skillful pumps.

It was when Namjoon was playing with his balls with one hand and his head with the other that he cried out, sinking down onto Namjoon’s cock deeper without even realizing it. An easy thrust later and the warlord was seated all the way to the hilt, Jungkook’s ass resting on strong thighs. He looked down at the man in unmasked surprise, but that only caused the warlord to laugh, dimples flashing up at him.

“I think you’re ready for me to take over now,” Namjoon said raspily.

“I don’t know about tha-“ he started, but stopped, hissing when those hands let go of his length to hold up his ass, spreading the cheeks apart as Namjoon slid his cock out, only to plunge it back in almost brutally.

Jungkook sobbed, falling forward, and though Namjoon backed off slightly, he still continued his thrusting, as if it just felt too good for him to stop at this point.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll find it soon enough, and then you’ll be crying for an entirely different reason.”

If Jungkook were capable of words, he would have asked what the fuck he was talking about, but he should have known, because not seconds later, Namjoon was shifting his hips and thrusting shallowly yet again, but this time it hit that spot inside of him, causing a sobbing, high pitched moan to escape his lips.

Namjoon lifted his head up to take Jungkook’s open mouth in a savage kiss, biting at him at first to coax him to reciprocate. After a few more of the same pleasure inducing thrusts, he eventually did, cries spilling from between their battling mouths. Namjoon wasn’t nearly as vocal as he was, but the few low moans and filthy cursing he could hear over his own cries was a turn on enough for Jungkook.

And then he remembered why he was here.

Taking his hands, he scratched his nails roughly down the warlord’s toned body, drawing just enough blood for him to bend down and lick at the slight strips. Apparently Namjoon didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite, in fact, if the cock growing overly hard inside him was any indication.

Once he was sure he’d collected enough, he went back to kissing the warlord fervently, one of his hands snaking down to fist himself when the thrusting started getting that much rougher, that much deeper, but he learned he could get pleasure from the foreign sensations, even at this pace.

With a final groan, Namjoon thrust fully inside of him, hot jets of cum filling Jungkook even as the warlord pushed his head to the side and bit into his exposed neck roughly.

Jungkook squeaked as sharp teeth broke the skin, but he couldn’t do much when that tongue lapped at the freshly bleeding wound.

Great, so there was blood shared both ways. Which meant Namjoon could read his mind just as easily as he could read his own now, even if he didn’t quite understand what was happening.

He’d just have to be extra careful. But at least I can snoop around in his brain now, he thought to himself smugly, only after making sure the link now shared between them was closed off on his end, of course.

Not everyone was capable of this feat. For instance, Jimin was hopeless in this regard, but Jungkook had never had a problem doing it, had actually done so to his brothers earlier so he could concentrate better.

“What are you thinking about that’s got you smiling like that, pet?” Namjoon asked curiously, glowing eyes appraising him coolly. He was still seated deep inside him, though he wasn’t nearly as hard as before, thankfully.

“That that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be,” Jungkook said easily.

“Uh huh.” Little liar. Lucky you’re a cute one. “Well, when you’re feeling up to it, there’s a bathroom behind the door to your right. For now, I’m gonna get cleaned up and check and see how our flight is going,” Namjoon said, picking Jungkook up easily, sliding out of him in the process, and repositioning him on the bed.

“Kay,” he said with a shrug, wincing when he went to move onto his side. No sudden movements after anal. Got it.

Namjoon just hummed down at him before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Apparently, however, he hadn’t properly shut the lube when he’d thrown it to the ground earlier, a fact he found out when he went to walk to the bathroom briskly.

He slid on the slick floor with an expletive, Jungkook having to purse his lips to keep from laughing outright, though he was fairly certain he snorted. To Namjoon’s credit though, he didn’t completely eat it, but he did take out a bookshelf in the process.

“Son of a bitch, I just had Yoongi fix that one, too,” he heard the warlord mutter before the man walked much more carefully towards the bathroom. Namjoon turned his head slightly to growl pathetically over his shoulder, “I’m gonna take a shower now, don’t go snooping around or try to escape while I’m gone, got it? My threat still stands.”

Yeah, good one Namjoon, threaten him when you’re the one that can hardly stand at the moment. Fuck I hate myself sometimes.

Jungkook just nodded, though the warlord probably hadn’t even seen him do so before disappearing behind the metal door in embarrassment. 

He burst out laughing as soon as Namjoon was out of sight, though a quick peek into his mind let him know the warlord could still easily hear him, but seeing as how he wasn't coming back in to clobber him, he wasn't all that worried about it.

Oh, this was going to be too easy.

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That’s the understatement of the year, he joked.

Shut up, Seokjin muttered in his mind, causing Jimin to chuckle internally before shutting their link down altogether. Well, he said that, but his mind was always open to anyone close enough to listen in, he just straight up couldn’t help that. Not that his brothers ever took advantage of it, of course, Jin’s presence already absent in his own mind even as he thought it.

Jimin made a mental note to check back in with that particular brother in a couple of hours, however. Knowing Seokjin, he’d somehow wind up in trouble, and that was no good. Risking one brother for the sake of another was not on his agenda for this particular ‘trip’. He’d risk his own life just fine, but not either of theirs.

His strange bedmate -who at this point was clinging to him with an almost childlike innocence- grumbled in his sleep, strong arms gripping him that much tighter from behind as he moved ever so slightly in seeming annoyance.

Damn, can he be any more clingy?

“Yes, actually, I can. Wanna see?” Taehyung’s deep voice whispered in his ear, causing Jimin to curse and jump. Well, as much as he could jump in the viselike grip still around him.

Fuck, why the hell is he awake?!

He could practically feel the warlord frown into his back before he was mumbling, “Who could sleep when you’re basically talking to yourself like a crazy person? You kept calling out for your sister in your sleep, I'll have you know.”

“O-oh. Sorry...” he started, before halting his words. Wait a minute. He hadn’t said anything out loud, and he knew that for a fact as he hadn't actually been sleeping like the other no doubt assumed. Which meant…

Hand slapping against the mark all but forgotten along his neck, he winced from the slight pain as well as the fact that the skin now beneath his fingertips had clearly been broken. “Did you… did you bite me so hard you made me bleed?” he asked slowly, tone accusatory. Though probably not for the reason Taehyung would think.

“Well,” the other started, letting Jimin turn in his grip to glare up at him. Though to be honest, even when glaring the Tarian looked positively adorable, “okay, yes, but that’s not entirely my fault! If you hadn’t brought up my brothers--”

“You’re such a--a--,” a fucking idiot!!!

“Hey now, no need for name calling,” Taehyung frowned, before his brain finally caught up with him and he realized Jimin hadn’t actually said that last bit out loud. Not unless the man was a master ventriloquist of some sort, a fact he seriously doubted, but would be interested to speculate more on later, nonetheless. “Wait…what is this? What's going on?” the warlord asked, moving to sit up abruptly, though not relinquishing his hold on the smaller male in the slightest, making their newfound positions rather awkward.

Or more awkward, he should say.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimin lied, trying his best to let his mind go blank, but he’d never been all that good with controlling his powers when he was panicking. And this situation definitely called for panic.

But the lie seemed to have worked, or at least, he’d thought so, until Taehyung’s eyes widened impossibly down at him, a feral grin threatening to take over his entire face it was so wide. “So it’s true!”

Jimin eyed the other warily, dreading he'd been found out, but there was no way that Taehyung would know about his abilities. The Tarians were a secretive race, after all, maybe even more so than the Bangtanese, and telepathy was merely one of their many hidden talents. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he lied, eyes straying elsewhere lest he crack under the other's scrutinizing, glowing gaze.

“No, you wouldn’t, and I’m honestly surprised you accepted this quickly. It's nigh unheard of this soon into a relationship, which is why I was so confused to begin with. Here, what am I thinking?” the warlord asked excitedly, now pulling Jimin up so they were sitting across from each other, though their faces were only inches apart, Taehyung all too eager to close the gap between them.

“I-- I don’t know. I can’t do what you’re asking of me.” And that much was at least true, for until blood had been shared both ways, Jimin taking Taehyung’s life essence into his own body, he wouldn’t be able to hear his thoughts.

“I know it sounds weird, but just trust me. Close your eyes,” he assured, though even as he said that, one of his large hands came up to obscure Jimin’s sight anyway. “It doesn’t take anything special, but for maybe concentrating on the other. This is an ability my kind possess, and that I’ve now given to you, seeing as how you’ve accepted my mating bond so readily."

Taehyung couldn't believe his luck. To find a mate that wanted him just as badly as his instincts demanded? And in one day, no less? Talk about fate.

But if Jimin had been humoring the other and concentrating before, he sure as hell wasn’t now. Not after hearing that little tidbit of information.

Pulling back from the other’s touch, Jimin moved to stare confusedly up at the warlord. “Wait. What do you mean by ‘mating bond’?”