Kookmin/Jikook oneshots

Pawn

Jungkook, feared by many as the ruthless mafia boss, commanded power and respect wherever he went. His reputation for being cold and merciless had spread far and wide, leaving a trail of fear and caution in its wake. Yet, behind the scenes, unbeknownst to the world, a clandestine force dictated every move Jungkook made.

In a dimly lit room, concealed within the depths of a lavish penthouse, Jungkook sat in an armchair, his gaze fixated on the figure before him. Jimin, dressed in an expensive suit, exuded an air of charisma as he leaned against the grand mahogany desk, his eyes locked with Jungkook's.

"Jimin, what's our next move?" Jungkook asked, his voice carrying a mixture of adoration and innocence.

Jimin flashed a charming smile, his voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Oh, my dear Jungkook, don't you worry your pretty little head about it. I've got everything under control."

Jungkook's eyes softened, his unwavering trust in Jimin evident. "I trust you, Jimin. You always know what's best for us."

A gleam of satisfaction glinted in Jimin's eyes, hidden beneath his facade of kindness. "Of course, my love. I'll make sure we come out on top. You just focus on being the strong, powerful leader that you are."

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Jungkook carried out Jimin's bidding, blissfully unaware of the web of manipulation woven around him. He executed orders without question, believing that every decision was made in their best interest. Jimin's control tightened like a noose, and he reveled in the power he held over the innocent, naive mafia boss.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the city, Jungkook found himself alone with Jimin in their luxurious penthouse. The atmosphere crackled with tension, a palpable undercurrent of unspoken truths.

Jimin circled around Jungkook, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "You're such a darling, Jungkook. So easily manipulated, so blindly in love. It's almost pathetic."

Jungkook's eyes widened in confusion, hurt etching across his face. "Jimin, what are you talking about? I love you with all my heart."

A malicious smirk tugged at the corners of Jimin's lips. "Love? Oh, my sweet Jungkook, you mistake your emotions for love. What we have is a twisted game, and you're nothing but a pawn in my grand scheme."

Tears welled up in Jungkook's eyes, his voice shaking. "But... I thought... I thought we were partners, equals."

Jimin scoffed, his tone laced with contempt. "Partners? Equals? No, my dear, you were merely a means to an end. I used your power, your reputation, to further my own ambitions. And now, it's time for you to take the fall."

Jungkook's heart shattered into a million pieces, his innocence crumbling beneath the weight of reality. "Why, Jimin? Why would you do this to me? After all we've been through?"

Jimin's voice softened, his features feigning remorse. "Because, my dear Jungkook, I'm selfish. I've always been. And sacrifices have to be made for one to thrive in this world."

With a heavy heart, Jungkook realized the extent of Jimin's deception. Yet, despite the betrayal, his love for Jimin remained unwavering.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, as Jungkook continued to carry out Jimin's bidding without question. One evening, in a dimly lit room of the penthouse, the air heavy with tension, Jungkook confronted Jimin, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and desperation.

Jungkook's eyes met Jimin's, filled with a sense of longing and confusion. "Jimin, I feel like there's something missing. Is this all there is? Am I destined to be your pawn forever?"

Jimin, his expression cold and calculating, regarded Jungkook with a hint of superiority. "Oh, Jungkook, you underestimate your worth. You are my most valuable asset, my trusted pawn. Embrace your role, and together, we will conquer everything."

Jungkook's voice quivered as he struggled with his emotions. "But Jimin, I can't help but wonder if there's more to life than this. I want to believe there's a path for me beyond being controlled by you."

A cruel smile tugged at the corners of Jimin's lips. "Ah, sweet Jungkook, your desires are but illusions. I am your path. Without me, you are nothing. Embrace your fate, for it is intertwined with mine."

Tears welled up in Jungkook's eyes as he clung to the remnants of hope. "But Jimin, what about love? What about the bond we shared? Was it all just a lie?"

Jimin's voice turned icy, his words cutting deep. "Love? That was merely a tool, a means to an end. Your emotions served their purpose, and now it's time for you to fulfill your role."

Jungkook's shoulders slumped, a mixture of sadness and resignation engulfing him. "I... I understand, Jimin. I will continue to serve you faithfully."

As the conversation came to an end, Jungkook's heart heavy with unspoken truths, he left the room, knowing deep down that he had surrendered his autonomy and would forever remain a pawn in Jimin's grand game.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, as Jungkook's existence became a cyclical routine of following orders, his spirit gradually diminishing under Jimin's control. The outside world continued to fear and respect the notorious mafia boss Jungkook, unaware of the strings that bound him.

Jungkook's voice became a mere echo, drowned out by the orchestration of Jimin's schemes. He suppressed his own desires and dreams, convinced that his purpose lay solely in serving Jimin.

And so, the story of Jungkook, forever bound by Jimin's deception, continued, the dialogue between them echoing with a bittersweet melody of resignation and shattered dreams.