The morning light bled softly into Jungkook’s massive bedroom, curtains swaying as a cool breeze whispered through. Jimin stirred first, his lashes fluttering open, his sore little body wrapped tightly between the heat of two powerful men. On one side, Don Jungkook—the ruthless king of kings, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling Jimin’s shoulder as he breathed heavily in his sleep. On the other, Don Jeongguk—broad, muscled, a man of equal age and presence, his hand heavy over Jimin’s tiny waist as though guarding him even in sleep.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed crimson. Both dons naked. Both pressed against him. His body was sore, his plump ass still throbbing from the night of brutal pleasure. He tried to shift but felt Jungkook’s cock twitch lazily inside him even while half-soft, still buried from their second round before dawn. Jimin bit his lip hard, flustered beyond reason.