?MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ?|| JIKOOK

JUNGKOOK POV

Jimin looks at me and takes a deep breath.

"First of all." he says, his voice trembling slightly.

"This can only be a one-time deal."

"When we get off this plane, we have to go back to a somewhat normal business relationship."

"Fine." I shrug.

"That's no problem."

I know the chances of us really going back to a "normal" business relationship are pretty slim at this point and it'll be virtually impossible once we actually have sex but if he
thinks that's going to
happen, I'll indulge him.

It just means that the next
time we have sex, he'll be the one to ask.

Just like he's asking now.

"Second." he says, giving me a hard look.

"I don't want to speak to
anyone else about this."

"Especially not to your brother."

I've done my best to keep a straight face while I listen to
his stipulations but this one makes me smile again.

He doesn't know it, of course
but my brother and I tell each other everything.

We're twins.

I'm not even sure it's possible for me to keep anything from him.

It's like we have a little window into each other's soul or as if
we share one soul between us.

But whatever.

Now isn't the time to go into
all of that with him.

This isn't that deep.

It's sex on the jet and nothing more.

"Easy enough." I lie.

"I won't volunteer any information to Guk."

I won't have to. He'll just know.

"Anything else?" I ask.

For a second, he looks like a
deer caught in headlights.

Maybe he wasn't expecting I'd agree to his terms so quickly.

Or maybe there's more but that doesn't matter, The outcome will be the same.

I'll agree to and abide by whatever he wants me to do.

Sex with him is going to be worth the hassle, without question.

And maybe I'll even succeed at keeping Guk in the dark.

It could be a fun game to play
for a while, anyway.

"That's all." he says, so quietly that I can barely hear his voice over the noise of the plane's engines.

But it's enough to make me
take a step closer.

"And you're sure this is what you want?" I ask, I need to hear it again from his mouth.

"I want this." he says, nodding.

"I want... you."

I'm already standing between
his legs but instead of answering this time, I move my hands to undo his pants.

I don't speak and I don't break eye contact.

He gets the message.

Lifting his hips with a little
moan, he uses his arms to push off the counter and lets me pull his pants off. It's not enough.