Jungkook cursed through gritted teeth, holding the phone a bit away from his ear, wheezing as Jimin's voice rippled through the line.
Why on earth did he open his mouth?
Why since he was certain of his reaction?
Jimin was bound to get upset and therefore give him an unforgettable lecture about ' dos and don'ts '.
Jungkook was seriously doubting his intelligence.
" YOU GOT WHAT?" Jimin roared." A COFFIN? A fucken coffin? And a doll? With your face on it? And you thought it's nothing? Huh? It's cute?Let's keep it to myself? Have you lost your damn mind?"
" It wasn't cute." Jungkook lisped,pacing back and forth in the living room." It was.. odd."
" Odd? " Jimin nearly burst out laughing from rage. " Kook, odd is mismatched shoes. This is a threat with arts and crafts."
Jungkook's hand dragged through his hair, sighing." I didn't want to make a big deal out of it."
" It is a big deal! This has gone too far. Calls,messages, warnings and now someone is sending you a miniature version of your funeral! God! " Jumin fired back." At which point were you planning on actually doing something about it?After a second one?"
Jungkook stayed silent for a moment,hand clenching into a fist,jaw tightening. He should have kept his mouth shut knowing very well how Jimin would react.
Yes,the situation was getting out of hand and of course he was scared. Who wouldn't be?
" Tell Taehyung. Everything." Jimin stated,voice dropping into something sharper now." Before it's too late. He can protect you better than anyone. He's got the means and the power to do it."
" No."Jungkook's voice was steady and determined. He wasn't willing to jeopardize being pushed aside because Taehyung could break off their contract and let him go if he knew Jungkook was a potential risk.
He wasn't ready for it.
Jimin exhaled slowly, trying to remain calm and reasonable." Give me one good reason why not."
Jungkook gulped,slid into the couch behind him, squeezing the phone in his fingers.
Jimin understood his reluctance. Jungkook was way too transparent at times. He believed Taehyung would kick him out to avoid a potential danger and a possible scandal. God,his friend was such an idiot!
" You're afraid he'll send you away. Well, newsflash Kook. He won't. Trust me that's by far the last thing he wants."
" Jimin.." Jungkook began saying softly." This is about me. It has nothing to do with Tae."
Jimin threw a scoff and a curse." You think danger politely respects ownership? Damn fool! Taehyung is already involved. They're threatening you to break up with him. Of course it's got everything to do with him!"
Initially Jimin thought it was one of his many ex boyfriends but this felt a lot more dangerous and life-threatening. Something deranged criminals would do, not dissatisfied ex boy toys.
" I can handle it." Jungkook's insistence was nerve-wracking.
" Bullshit! You couldn't even handle telling me without sounding like you were confessing to a crime let alone deal with such a life-threatening situation."
" I need time."
" Time for what? For them to make their threat a reality? To write your obituary in the papers?"Jimin snapped." Be reasonable. Taehyung is the only one who can help you."
Jungkook didn't utter a word. He wasn't scared for his life,he was petrified to lose Taehyung and it was a risk he wasn't willing to take.
Jimin spoke again. This time his voice had lost its sharpness,replaced by mere concern." You don't have to go through this alone. If I can't convince you to talk to him,then let me and Yoongi help you. Watch out for you. And don't you dare hide things from me again or I'm calling Jin hyung."
" Not that again! I've got enough threats on my head to worry about hyung." Jungkook blew a huff, practically hearing hyung's snapping over the phone.
" Then stop acting like you're alone in this and accept help. Don't do anything stupid."
Jungkook swallowed hard, munching on his lower lip." Ok but not a word of this to Taehyung." Jungkook shut his eyes, slumping back on the couch, shaking his head as if Jimin could see him." Happy now?"
" Ecstatic! What do you think?"
" Please, Jimin.. let's keep it between us. I.. I can.."
" Yeah, yeah! You don't want to lose him! I get it!" the older murmured under his breath. " But I'm not gonna lose you! " he responded firmly, leaving no space for Jungkook to argue. " I'm coming over. I'm not leaving you alone.. at least not today. We'll see about tomorrow."
Jimin cut the call before Jungkook could object to the matter.
He sat back on the couch, leaving the phone on the coffee table, grabbing and hugging a pillow. His stomach churned from worry, irritation and the hidden fear of the situation costing him Taehyung.
A thousand unanswered questions poked his brain to the point he felt drained.
And now what?
Watch over his shoulder 24/7?
Be scared of everything and everyone?
Strangers walking on the streets?
Customers at the bar?
People delivering packages when ordering?
Why couldn't he get a stroke of luck?
Why did the universe keep kicking him in the nuts?
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The yellow envelope looked ordinary, common and insignificant,left on the edge of Taehyung's desk on the top of a huge pile of documents.
He nearly ignored it.
The man was still puzzled about Jungkook's behaviour the previous night. First acting in pure dominance then suddenly turning fragile in his arms,his eyes full of pain.
He couldn't get the image of crying Jungkook out of his head, distracting him from his work,his schedule and business appointments.
SeoJoon was mid- sentence, something regarding revised reports, charts and numbers that didn't sit right, but Taehyung's attention was shifted to that envelope.
It felt urgent.
His hands picked it up,fingers brushing the thick paper as he opened it and everything inside him froze,his breath hitched,face turned snowy pale.
Photographs..
Lots of photographs spilled out.
Jungkook.
At night leaving the bar. Walking down the street. Riding his bike. Entering the Kim building. Carrying groceries from the market.Standing at a crosswalk,head slightly tossed,dipped in thoughts. Meeting Jimin and Yoongi at a café.
Everyday moments.
Except for his face.
In most of the photos,his face was crossed out. A big, thick X carved over his gorgeous features,black ink pressing hard enough to almost tear through the paper.
Taehyung's body numbed. His breath caught in his throat,his heartbeat went from rapid to nonexisting. Cold sweat broke down his spine.His hand trembled holding one photo where he and Jungkook were at a restaurant having a quiet dinner just a few days ago.
SeoJoon immediately noticed something was wrong." What is it? Tae?"
Taehyung flipped through the photos faster,hands shaking, pulse spiking with each image. Different days,angles..too many angles.. too close but one face.
Jungkook's.
" Somebody.. somebody's watching him." Taehyung's voice was barely above a whisper."Stalking him Seojoon.."
The other man drew closer, picking up one of the photos. His expression hardened. Then his eyes drifted to the ones scattered on the desk
" This is calculated Tae. It's not random. Somebody has his eyes on him."
" No. It's a clean-cut warning. Deliberate and controlled like everything else in this fucked up situation." His mind was working nonstop, connecting the pieces of the puzzle. The threats,the sudden silence then the explosion.. and now this..
Jungkook.
A sharp, brutal ripple of fear settled in his chest, unfamiliar but intense. His stomach churned like never before and each breath felt forced and ragged.
It was personal.
Too bloody personal.
Aiming at him for snooping around, causing damages to their illegal business was one thing. Aiming Jungkook was entirely different.
Stalking him and documenting his every move was unacceptable.
Taehyung had no intention of letting Jungkook get hurt because of him or allow them to use him as a bargaining chip to threaten him.
' Get out of our way and he won't get hurt.'
" Tae,this is serious. It's not just about you. It's a warning against Jungkook as well. You have to.."
" What?"
SeoJoon exhaled deeply, leaving the photo on the desk." You already know what I'm going to say."
Taehyung 's eyes were pinned on the photos, eyes,feral and menacing." Say it anyway."
" Distance yourself from Jungkook. Let him go for a while until this situation resolves and then explain why. I'm sure he'll understand.You know it's the right thing to do. He's in danger when he's close to you. The photos prove it."
The words landed on him like poisonous, piercing blades, cutting deep into his flesh. Taehyung laughed,wicked and sharp." No."
" Tae. It's no joke."
" I said no. " he repeated,louder, eyes finally glancing at Seojoon. " That's not an option. I refuse to let them win. I refuse to allow them to take control over my life. I.. I refuse to.. lose him."
SeoJoon sat on the chair in front of the desk, taking deep inhales and exhales. " If he's targeted because of you, close proximity makes him vulnerable. An easy prey."
" He's targeted because someone chose him,not because he's close to me. He's already vulnerable. And I don't intend to leave him helpless in their filthy hands."
SeoJoon rubbed his mouth with his palm. Putting some sense in Taehyung's stubborn head was like talking to a brick wall. He was so emotionally involved with Jungkook that it clouded his judgement.
He cared about him more than he admitted.
He had seen the same determination,fear and concern in his eyes only for his nephew.
But his inability to act reasonably could be proven fatal for him and Jungkook.
" You care about him."
" That's besides the point." Taehyung blurted out, walking past the desk towards the window.
SeoJoon gave up." Do you think staying close to him protects him?"
" Leaving him is unforgivable. I'm his.. he's my.." he sucked in deep breaths." I'm older. I've got the means to protect him."
SeoJoon studied him carefully. Even now,with danger knocking on his door,he wouldn't admit his feelings." You're not thinking like yourself,pal. You're letting your emotions carry you away. "
" On the contrary,I am thinking exactly like myself. I protect what is mine. Jungkook is mine. Mine." His expression darkened,hands clenched into fist,nails digging in his flesh.
The man's brows narrowed,a sly smile coated his lips." Is that what he is?"
Tae banged his fist on the thick glass, slightly vibrating it." Hell yes! He's mine. All mine." he growled, making Seojoon shake his head in defeat. He sighed, running a hand through his hair." I'll be damned if I let them win."
" They're expecting you to react."
" Good. They'll get a reaction." Taehyung replied coldly.
" Just be careful of yourself and Jungkook and don't forget this isn't a warning. It's a message. Don't underestimate how far someone is willing to go when obsession is involved."
" I'm never careless when it comes to Jungkook." Taehyung's voice mellowed a tad,still gazing out the window, heart pounding against his ribs.
Something understanding and sympathetic flickered in SeoJoon's eyes as he stood up and marched towards the door, shutting it behind him with a low, quiet bang.
Taehyung was alone again.
Dipped in disturbing thoughts, coiling his guts. He shuffled his feet back behind the desk,the photos were still spread across the surface. Jungkook's erased face staring back at him from every angle.
Something heavy and violent crushed his aching chest and for a moment,a brief moment, he allowed the torturous fear to surface. To consume him,raw, unfiltered as the boy's image couldn't leave his head.
Losing him was not an option.
Letting him go wasn't one either.
He'd protect him with his life.
Kill whoever targeted him.
Eliminate those who threatened him.
He'd rather die before allowing those bastards harm even a hair from his head.
He drew a sharp inhale, forcing himself to cool down, forcing his fear under control, locking it down where it couldn't get in the way of his next move.
He didn't need to panic.
He needed a solution.
Placing bodyguards around Jungkook was too obvious. Surveillance was also risky. Jungkook was too damn clever to notice and anything visible would alert those watching him and escalate things.
No,he needed something invincible and controlled.. Only he would know..something subtle.
But what?
He slumped back to his leather chair, tapping his fingers on the desk, staring at his wrist watch with an abstract attention that turned into profound interest.
An idea formed in his mind.
Something ordinary and something Jungkook wouldn't question. He'd object naturally but eventually Taehyung could convince him to accept.
A watch.
A casual,sports watch. Nothing too fancy as he hated flashy things.
A watch with a tracker embedded deep enough no one would notice unless they knew exactly where to search. Close enough to monitor but far enough not to cage him.
His hand held a photo,the one Jungkook was entering his building,his thumb smoothly grazing over the erased face,his deadly gorgeous face.
His features distorted from rage and fear,his heart thumping against his spine, lips forming a thin line pressed together.
" They don't get to touch you,baby. Whoever touches you.. dies." he murmured through gnashed teeth,under his breath.
It was more than an empty promise.
It was a decision.
One he was determined to keep even at the cost of losing his life.
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Jungkook didn't object as much as he expected at the sight of the black,sports watch, especially when Taehyung locked it around his wrist and his doe eyes had a sparkling glow of satisfaction.
There were some ' buts ' and a few ' you didn't have to ' along with ' it's too much. I already have the bracelet ', however he didn't push further and a heavy weight was lifted from Taehyung's chest.
At least now he could keep track of him and his whereabouts at any moment without interference and that was sufficient for his mind to function properly.
He had managed to cool down before returning home where Jungkook was chatting with Jimin in a rather intense way but didn't ask any questions.
When Jimin practically bolted out,he had simply handed him the box containing the watch, hoping and praying he wouldn't start his usual lecture about gifts and extravaganza.
Jungkook had fallen into his embrace,arms folded around his neck and his lips hungrily devouring him with apparent aggressiveness and the use of too much tongue.
Taehyung felt it exploring every curve of his mouth,teeth slurping and biting his lips as he wanted to eat him, bleed him.
Of course the man didn't remain unmoved. His hands groped and pressed his ass, grinding their cocks together till they became rock hard and insufferable aching.
" Is your ass ready for another round? Because your cock is begging for it."Taehyung hummed breathlessly, licking his earlobe, causing shivers down Jungkook's spine.
" I've got..work.." he moaned out, thrusting his hips forward,head tossing to the side, whimpering in pleasure." Got.. the.. afternoon shift."
Taehyung's lips formed a roguish smirk, gently sinking his teeth lower to Jungkook's neck base." What a shame! I had big plans for us.I wanted you naked on the floor,legs spread out, jerking that big dick of yours.." his hips pushed forward, rubbing harder and faster on Jungkook's shaft." While I cover every inch of your body with my cum.. drowning you.. completely drowning you with my seed.." His fingers trailed to the crack of his ass, chafing it with his index finger.
" Yes.. tell me more.." Jungkook's mind became fuzzy, his eyelashes flapping,his sensitive nipples scrubbing on Taehyung's shirt. " what else.. would you.. do to me?"
" Get on top of you, stuffing my cock in that filthy mouth,shoot my load again and again and force you to swallow it.." He grinded hard, faster." calling you.. cockslut.. filthy whore.. cum dump.. my personal cum dump.. you begging me to fuck you.. rail that tight ass.." Another rough grind made Jungkook whimper and snarl in ecstasy, gripping his fingers in the older's hair.
" Fuck Tae.."
Taehyung's hand spanked his ass. " Daddy. I'm your fucken daddy,slut."
The younger picked up the pace,cocks frantically rubbing against each other, ecstasy taking control and Taehyung totally losing it.
" It's too much.. I'm.. cumming." Jungkook groaned, pulling the man's hair,feet rearing up,breath caught up in his throat,gaze trapped by Taehyung's dark, longing eyes,his left leg bundled on the man's hip.
Jungkook's lips attacked Taehyung's with urgency,head shifting left and right, tongue circling the man's and vigorously slurping while teeth grazing the warm curve of his mouth.
It felt like more than lips meeting.. It was soul touching.
Despair dressed in frantic energy.
" Together.. let's cum together.." Taehyung gripped on both asscheeks, speeding up, until his resistance crumbled and he came loads with a shattering orgasm, matching Jungkook's.
" If I had known how much you liked sports watches,I would have bought that damn thing from the start." Taehyung teased disoriented Jungkook still in an ecstatic trance.
" It's not the.. gift asshole." Jungkook whispered, slightly wounded up, feeling the area between his thighs wet.
" Is that so? Then what is it?" He stroked his hair, rubbing his nose on Jungkook's jaw.
An enigmatic smile smeared across his plump lips." Can't you tell?"
" Enlighten me, baby boy."
The younger bit his lower lip, gripping Taehyung's collar." I'm always horny when I see you.. even when I think about you and the things you can do to me. " He stopped, hesitating whether he should continue." Next time I want you to tie me up and fuck me.. will you do it?"
Taehyung roared a wicked laugh." Tie you up? Mmmm… Kinky! I'm even seriously considering buying a whip just to spank that round ass of yours before I fuck it."
" I wouldn't object, daddy." Jungkook's eyes sparkled at the prospect and his cock twitched trapped inside his sweatpants. " I'd enjoy it.. too much."
Taehyung felt it. He noticed the blazing desire in his gaze and decided right there and then to grant him his wish." A whip it is. I'm gonna have to go shopping."
" Buying it online sounds like a far better option, daddy. Choose something black and leather." Jungkook pulled him by the collar, capturing his lips in a sloppy, aggressive kiss,all teeth and burning need.
When he withdrew with a smug curled on his lips, pulse hammering and chest heaving with want,he yanked him back and said." Got to take a shower and get dressed. Work is waiting. " He shifted and marched towards the stairs." Take a shower too. A cold one.. daddy."
Taehyung was left observing him climbing up the staircase, swaying his hips and shaking his head. " Crazy boy!"
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Over the next couple of weeks, there was complete radio silence from whoever was stalking them. No strange calls and messages in odd hours,no packages delivered,no photos threatening their peace.
Just the two lovers, engaging in kinky, hardcore sex everywhere! Taehyung's office at the club. In the restroom. Inside the storage behind boxes of booze. Even at the back of the club,in the dim alley where everyone could see them.
Taehyung couldn't get his hands off Jungkook's curvy body and Jungkook couldn't deny him. The younger was falling deeper in love with the CEO with a scorching need that was slowly turning into a maddening obsession.
Tuesday afternoons weren't supposed to look like that. They were supposed to be relaxing and cosy, laying on the huge couch, cramming down snacks and watching horror films.
However, Jungkook was standing in the middle of a private showroom in one of those luxurious stores he hated, surrounded by racks of clothes that most likely cost more than half a year's salary, staring down at the dark, navy blue, tailored jacket he had just been handed.
" This is ridiculous, Tae." he huffed for the hundredth time, slightly tugging at the sleeve, amazed by the softness of the fabric.
From the comfortable armchair across the room, Taehyung didn't have a shred of guilt in his eyes. Admiration and lust yes! Guilt no! He just sat there,one leg crossed over the other, watching him with sheer interest and focus that made Jungkook wanna bolt out of there asap.
" Try it on,boy." He ordered, leaving no space for arguments.
Jungkook exhaled through his nose." You say that so casually but it's the six outfit already!"
" You look so stunning in all of them I can't decide. And it's the filth one." Taehyung responded calmly,a smug coating on his lips.
" That's not how shopping works."
" And how does it work according to you?"
" Well.. you enter a store,see what you like,buy it,pay and leave."
" That's not how my shopping works. You don't buy groceries,you buy clothes and clothes need fitting."
Jungkook's eyes rolled to the back and lips pouted but there was no real resistance left in him to argue further. He disappeared behind the changing room door, mumbling under his breath about ' extravagant habits ' and ' unnecessary budgets ', as usual and shaking his head in frustration.
Taehyung allowed himself to laugh at Jungkook's childish behaviour. He'd always complain about the man buying him stuff but in the end he had no choice but to swallow his objections.
Jungkook was irresistibly impossible to handle but such a head– turner and he was all his! His to dress and to undress.
His to fuck everywhere at any time.
A few minutes later, Jungkook stepped out of the changing room this time in something more to his liking. Casual,dark jeans,a soft white shirt, outlining the curves of his lower abdomen and broad shoulders.
Taehyung's eyes glistened in desire,his throat swallowed hard and his breathing accelerated."Definitely that one."
Jungkook's brows narrowed.' I just walked out and you.."
" And I just decided. I'm acting like you. If I see something I like,I buy it."
Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot on the floor." You're not even pretending to consider other options."
" I do. But this wins." He pointed his index finger at the outfit.
Jungkook glanced at that pigheaded,rich man who had stolen his heart and had turned him into a pushover, huffed and then cracked a smile." For you everything wins! Expect from what I want."
" What you want is a good fuck to shut your mouth. Now go put on the next one."
Jungkook gulped hard, blinking his now heavy eyelashes,his cock slightly panging inside those damn, tight jeans. He darted his gaze, running in the changing room as fast as he could just to hide his erection.
The door shut behind him but his raging heart wouldn't stop beating too damn fast, leaning against it to catch his breath.
Just one sentence.
One sentence from Taehyung's lips and his cock was rock hard.
He glanced lower at the rigid bulge swelling beneath the tight fabric and let out a guttural sigh, ready to take off his outfit and put on the other one when..
For a brief moment Taehyung stayed where he was, fingers clutching onto the armchair,mind trying to process and decide if what was roaming in his head was wise or not.
But the thought of Jungkook undressing a few feet away was too provoking to dismiss.
Then he stood up.
The distance between them wasn't far so he crossed it with large gaits, unhurriedly and without a shred of hesitation.
He cracked the door open and walked in, closing it behind him but didn't approach him. Instead,he leaned against the door,arms folded and stared at him.
Jungkook's body abruptly shifted at the sudden intrusion, surprise flashing across his face, amongst other things!" You.. what are you doing?"
" Admiring what's mine. What no one else will ever have. And who can blame me? You're heavenly stunning."He jeered, moving closer and closer till their faces were a breath away and Jungkook kept retreating,his back hitting the full-size mirror.
" There's nowhere to run, bunny. You're trapped." Taehyung's hot breath smashed his nostrils, forcing his chest to pump up and down.
" Taehyung.. This isn't funny. Get out. Go! Someone might come." His words lacked convincing.
A faint smile touched the man's lips." I saw it. It was impossible not to." He tilted his head slightly, studying him, then his eyes dropped lower where Jungkook's bulge was struggling not to rip his pants off." You're hard."
The younger 's breath hitched." Noooo.. I'm. I'm.. fuck Tae! This isn't the right place to play games."
Taehyung's hand cupped Jungkook's clothed cock, squeezing and rubbing it." I think it's the perfect place. You get off with danger. Remember last night? " His thumb smoothly grazed the cock head." In the alley? You let me suck you,spread your legs and fuck you against the wall, moaning and knowing anyone could come. Knowing anyone could hear you whimper like a bitch in heat! My horny, little bunny.."
Jungkook bit down on his lips so fucken hard he tasted the cold, iron sting of blood, muffling a moan. Whatever excuse and reason he had in his mind, whatever argument,went down the drain the second Taehyung turned him over facing the mirror and he came face to face with his own fierce need.
His flushed cheeks burnt,beneath hooded eyes the world went hazy and his breathy lips were waiting to be kissed.. devoured.
The man pulled down Jungkook's jeans and boxer, went on his knees and spread out his firm asscheeks,nipping the tender skin of his inner thigh just enough to make him shiver, sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh, possessive and intentional.
Jungkook's mind fogged when Taehyung began slobbering over the seductive, clenching hole,tucking his face into the crack. His right hand fisted Jungkook's aching cock,tugging it in fast movements,creating ploppy sounds from the wetness.
Jungkook leaned his forehead on the mirror,breath fogging the glass, palms clung on the cold surface,squeezing his lips together to muffle his moans.
The man's tongue was a sweet, unbearable torture to his senses and the rimming of his hole forced his knees fo dangerously buckle.
" Tae.." he didn't get to finish as Taehyung spanked his ass,a clear warning that wasn't his name." Daddy.. please.. some– someone.. might.."
The man spit on the hole, aggressively slurping it with his tongue, sniffing that salty scent that drove him wild, thumb stroking the outline of his anus." Fuck them,boy. No one will dare to come or I'll get them fired."
In an instant,Tae stood up,one hand grabbed Jungkook's wrists, locking the younger 's hands above his head and the other one undid his pants and let his cock out.
He pushed forward,pressing his cock on Jungkook's ass crack, sliding across it in agonising slow pace while squeezing his palm around the boy's aching dick, frantically pumping it.
The younger moaned out by the growing, soul consuming desire to the point he roughly bit his lips again to clog the screams about to detonate through the entire store.
" Ple– please.. da– daddy.. They're.. gonna.." he spatted out, something between a gasp and a whimper.
Sharp teeth latched onto the back of Jungkook's neck, pressing into heated skin as if he could swallow him whole. " Shut up,boy! Fucken take my cock and don't you dare make a sound or I'll punish you."
In a jiff,even before Jungkook's numbed brain was able to process, Taehyung 's cock plunged inside him in a brutal thrust that made his entire body spasm at the darting pain.
Did he protest? No.
Was a sound,any kind of sound, heard? Nope.
Was he ripped apart? Yes.
Taehyung's cock relentlessly bashed his sore, from the previous night,hole in dominant,rough tugs as his gaze drifted straight to the mirror only to observe the unquenchable yearning in his boy's eyes.
" Fuck! Clench around my cock." Taehyung demanded, gripping harder on his wrists,still pumping the younger 's dick.
Jungkook cinched around the throbbing,thick cock, taming the undeniable urge to scream his lungs out from bliss and his gaze met his daddy's through the foggy mirror.
Taehyung's state was as fucked up as his. The same blazing need. The same fiery craving. He involuntarily let out a gargling sound, allowing himself to fully feel the overwhelming freedom it was offered to him.
Rocking his hips in the man's pace,a sly sneer appeared in his succulent lips." Harder daddy.. oh fuck me harder! Fuck my dirty, little hole!Don't hold back.. Make me cum.."
" Wanna cum,boy?
" Yeeeeeeess! Ahahahaha.. Holy shit! Daddy..grhgrhgrhgrh." he dragged and moaned the words out in a breath, pushing his ass back and forth with inhuman force,the wet ploppy sound of skin to skin blending with his moans.
" Hold it in." Taehyung squealed through clenched teeth." Only good boys get to cum. Have you been a good boy, little bunny?"
" No.." Whines and whimpers escaping Jungkook's full open lips,not minding if they were heard, driving Taehyung to the verge of insanity,forcing him to pump his cock harder and rougher than before.
" I bet you haven't." he cackled in his usual hoarse voice, giving Jungkook chills down his spine." Look at you.. taking my cock so well. The best freaking hole I've ever fucked!"
" Please.. daddy. Let me cum.. I'll be a good boy.. I'll be so good for daddy.. please.. please.." Jungkook breathed out,his orgasm dangerously close,the beating of his raging heart was the only thing ringing in his ears.
" Cum.. shoot it Goddamn you! Don't hold back!" Taehyung's growl probably echoed through every inch of the store but at that moment all he thought about was Jungkook's pleasure. Every breath was a struggle,every heartbeat was a drum.
The man's fingers gripped tighter around the aching cock,the tugs grew faster and sloppier, pulling down the foreskin then abruptly propping it up,jaw locked, riding out the cresting sensation.
Jungkook released his massive load with a thundering splash on the front mirror, crying and smiling in absolute ecstasy when a woman's voice was heard in the distance.
" Is.. everything alright Mr Kim? Do you need any help?"
Taehyung's voice came out ragged and husky while flooding the twitching hole with his seed, every inch of his body a mixture of bliss and pain. "No.. everything's fine. Leave us."
The woman possibly ran away as fast as she could,not wanting to get into trouble with the notorious Kim Taehyung. The man cracked a mischievous smile, buried inside the boy's twitching hole.
" Being a bad boy suits you perfectly. I told you not to shout but I guess you love getting punished." he uttered in a whisper, slowly pushing his hard-on out,strings of cum gushing out and brimming down between Jungkook's inner thighs. " And look at what you've done. Made a mess everywhere."
The mirror was smeared with blots of cum, slowly flowing downwards. He released the grip of the younger's hands,pink marks turning to red, cloaking his wrists and gently massaging them.
" We have to.. to clean it. They'll see it.. assume.." Jungkook's eyes,still unfocused and smudged,scanned the place for anything that could help them.
" Who the fuck cares if they see it or not? But I've got a better idea." Taehyung's eyes flashed with a cunning look as he grabbed the boy's shoulders, pushing him down till his knees hit the floor." Lick it clean. Show daddy you're a good boy after all."
He took three steps back, tucked his cock inside his pants and zipped it, dragging his eyes in Jungkook's now petite figure,knelt on the floor,tongue licking the cum from the glass, slurping and gorging it down his throat as an obedient puppy, observing and savoring how his cock panged with each slurp.
Once it was all removed but the glass still smeared with faint stains,he helped him stand up and gripped his jaw.
Jungkook's body shivered,his lungs burnt,his heart raced thrashing against his ribs. " Change and come out. Bring everything you've tried. I'll be waiting for you."
With that,he marched his way out of the changing room, leaving behind a messed up, flustered Jungkook, half naked, wondering what the hell had just happened.
He let him fuck him, inside a stote with people scattered outside and the weirdest part was that he had fucken enjoyed every moment of it.
Being with Kim had obviously turned him into a pervert!
Jungkook had always been a naughty child,a menace as people frequently called him. Sassy and careless to the bone,never paying attention or giving a rat 's ass about people's opinions but that?
That was shameless even for him!
He gazed at the stained mirror and the surprising urge to giggle turned to reality,shaking his head.
Warily, he gathered his remaining strength and got rid of the clothes he was wearing to put on his own outfit.
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At the counter, Jungkook tried hard to focus on anything else but Taehyung just to hide his flustered face. The total amount he had to pay. The card machine beeping. The neatly folded stacks of outfits being placed in bags.
Anything but the towering figure next to him.
He noticed the secret glances and playful giggles from the assistants.He could pick up the faint whispers in the distance.
' They must have had a great time in the changing room.'
' Did you see the mess inside?' Giggles.
' I heard them moaning.' More giggles.' He sure picked the best sugar daddy.'
Jungkook wasn't in the least bit stunned. Or embarrassed for that matter. Being prude and conservative wasn't part of his character and to be frank he was proud of his daddy.
Kim Taehyung was a real catch!
But his attention kept shifting because Taehyung wasn't in fact looking at him. He was looking past him.
As Jungkook's eyes followed his gaze he immediately regretted it.
A display, minimal and elegant, staring back at him.
Underwear.
Bold and scandalous and definitely something that Taehyung wasn't casually glancing at. He was studying it, leisurely and methodically, as if he was measuring something..
Jungkook's ears flashed crimson red. He snacked his look away so fast it almost felt suspicious, coughing to clear his throat,fingers fidgeting behind his back.
'Don't think about it, Jungkook.'
He thought about it. How couldn't he not?
' Don't look at them.'
Of course he did.
The images stuck in his head,refusing to abandon him. Taehyung's tensed eyes,the intense focus,the longing,his expression wasn't indifferent at all.
Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat,his heart stuttered. The idea forming in his mind felt sudden,uninvited but above everything dangerous.
' No, Jungkook! Hell no! Out of the question.'
He wasn't into this sort of stuff,not something he did or would do. It didn't fit his badass personality and macho attitude.
Surprisingly, Taehyung's gaze drank in, insisting,the interest was evident.
Even when they left the store, strolling around the mall side by side,that preposterous idea lingered,grew, twisted into something that made his stomach jingle and his chest throb.
He glanced at Taehyung with the corner of his eyes just for a split second,the look was there,still glowing,before his cheeks flashed scarlet from embarrassment.
His fingers curled, squashing the handles in his palm,gaits steady but that damn idea had already taken root with Jungkook questioning whether he could go through with this or not.
And that made him bashful.
Awkward.
Mostly disturbingly curious.
This was a bad idea.. A really bad idea.
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Jungkook disappeared into the bedroom the moment they returned to the penthouse, bags in hand, murmuring under his breath about 'unnecessary stuff ' and ' absurd ideas' while carefully hanging the clothes anyway.
Taehyung's eyes watched him for a long second, withered in smiles when his phone rang.
SeoJoon.
His expression instantly changed, immediately matching and stepping inside his study, locking the door behind him." Talk to me."
SeoJoon didn't waste any time, cutting straight to the chase." We found something."
Taehyung sat at the edge of his desk,tension already visible on his features." Define something."
"A name. It keeps coming up in almost everything. At first we didn't pay attention,it was buried,almost hidden on purpose but it's now appearing in different accounts, transactions, locations. It all connects."
Taehyung's fingers tapped once, twice on the desk." So.. we finally got something useful."
" Yeah,we do." SeoJoon confirmed,his voice slightly shaking.
Taehyung let out a small sigh, barely audible, curling his fingers into a fist." Name. I need the name Seojoon."
A long pause.
You could hear the man on the other end of the line gasping in uncertainty and fear? Perhaps..
" Name, Seojoon." Tae repeated,his nerves set ablaze at the waiting.
" Akuma."
The name was a door everyone had been trying to keep close but unwillingly opened. It carried weight nobody wanted to lift. Taehyung's expression didn't change right away but slowly his eyes darkened,brows narrowed and jaw locked.
" I've heard it before. Once.. years ago. I thought he didn't exist or at least he had died." Taehyung disclosed quietly as if the name itself possessed the power to harm you when saying it.
SeoJoon exhaled deeply." He's very much real and alive. You now understand what we're dealing with."
He most certainly did.
Akuma was a mythical, Japanese creature. It meant devil,evil spirit. The definition of wickedness and death. Taehyung had heard stories before,from elders in Tokyo about its power and alleged immortality.
According to Japanese elders,Akuma wasn't just a legend. He was the embodiment of a phantom of the time hypothesis,a presence slipping through decades without ever truly existing in them.
Urban legends,the ones people invented to name danger. Nothing concrete." Rumors. Crazy stories people tell when they want to explain something they have no control over."
" It's more than that. " Seojoon corrected him."He's not a myth Tae. Not this one.He's very much real. He stays hidden, no one has ever seen his face, confirmed his true identity. Just whispers. Some say he's disfigured and untouchable."
" And feared. Don't forget that." he added, ambling towards the window,one hand stuffed in his pocket,the other squeezing the phone between his fingers.
Seojoon didn't deny it. He couldn't. " He's viciously sadistic. If anyone disobeys him he cuts off their tongues. If they look at him the wrong way,he pokes out their eyes. He amputates, tortures his enemies with hot steel,and marks them. Even the Yakuza avoids crossing anything related to him. Never meddling in his business. Staying away from his territories."
Seojoon felt something inexplicable stirring his guts. It wasn't fear but beyond that. Something deeper than terror." And I don't think it's about business.. he's got a personal vendetta against you."
Taehyung pushed the curtains aside,his gaze loitering outside the back garden without actually recording the view in his head.
His mind was moving fast and unsettling. Jungkook's image flashed through his eyes. Then everything else. The threats,the explosion,the photos with the crossed out features,the quiet escalation.
" So we're dealing with a ghost." Taehyung eventually stated." An invisible man."
" Yes." Seojoon agreed without the slightest hesitation." And it's impossible to fight a ghost. He targeted you and Jungkook. They're watching you, observing and recording each movement. It is no coincidence Taehyung."
The man sensed the worry in his voice, subtle but nevertheless there. " At least now we know.. Akuma or whatever the hell his name is, is behind everything illegal concerning my club,my nephew,the threats against me and apparently Jungkook's stalking." He inhaled and exhaled through his nose,warily returning to his desk." It's not enough. A name isn't enough." Taehyung barked,his veins bubbling in rage and fear.
Fear of what was written for them.
Fear of being insufficient to protect him.
Fear of losing Jungkook.
A cold, sinking dread,the kind of fear that doesn't shout. It crawls under your skin and settles there till terror turns absolute.
" It's a start. More than we had so far." Seojoon's voice sounded softer.
Taehyung's fingers ran through his hair, frustration sharp under his flesh then formed a fist, thrashing the desk, knocking off an ashtray." I need more. There's too much at stake here to settle with the minimum information. Turn the world upside down. Break every law. Kill if you have to. Find me Akuma."
The sheer determination in his hoarse voice gave Seojoon chills down his spine."We're working on it. The best team is handling it. But Tae.." he seemed reluctant to continue." If it's really him.. Akuma." He gulped the lump stuck in his throat." This isn't something you can handle the usual way. He's powerful. Deadly fatal."
Taehyung's gaze, piercing and venomous,locked on his hand as he pressed it hard,veins popping out." Watch me."
" That's what I'm worried about."
" Keep digging and leave the rest to me. If Akuma is the devil himself, I'll become even worse to protect what's mine. This ends now."
Seojoon felt it. He sensed it deep on his core. It had nothing to do with the club or business, perhaps not even with his nephew.
It had everything to do with one single name.
Jeon Jungkook.
" You'll have everything Tae. Just don't throw your cap over the windmill and please talk to Jungkook. He's got a right to know."
" Out of the question! This stays between us. I don't want to scare him."
Seojoon sadly concluded that whatever he said, whatever logical argument he'd give him, Taehyung was dead set to do exactly the opposite.
" Fine. Suit yourself." The line went quiet but Taehyung didn't hang up immediately. He simply stood there, staring at nothing,heart pounding,fear cutting through his veins turning his blood ice cold.
Danger had a name now.
Akuma.
It wasn't a ghost threatening his and Jungkook's life.
It had taken a form.
It had flesh and blood.
And Taehyung was bent on spilling every drop of his impure blood till he was drained to death.
Till he became ashes scattered in the wind.
Till his name was a sin to anyone's lips.
Upstairs,in their bedroom, totally oblivious, Jungkook was squatting on the floor,folding clothes, humming a song like the world hadn't just shuttered beneath his feet.
Taehyung's eyes shut briefly. Suddenly the thought of losing Jungkook,of not seeing him again sat unbearably heavy on his chest.
Like a gravestone.
" I won't allow anyone to harm you Jungkook. Whoever lays a hand on you will meet his maker." the man barked out through clamped teeth,banging both fists on the desk.
This was personal.
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Somewhere in Tokyo, Japan.
Far from the rumbling noise and the neon lights of the world above, the slightly dingy room vibrated with something lethal and obsidian. Huge screens lining on the wall, numbers flashing,footage monitoring,all fragments of lives reduced to data.
The glow shaded the room in flashy silver, blending perfectly with the man who didn't belong in the daylight, sitting back in his black, leather chair,one leg lazily crossed over the other, posture relaxed in a way it felt utterly wrong.
Soft jazz rose from an old record player in the back,contradicting the tension cutting through the stillness of the underground room.
In the man's hand,a photograph.
Taehyung.
Flawless.
His thumb trailed over it reverently,tracing the lines of his handsome face like something sacred. His features turned smoother,warmer in a way it made him look almost fragile but possessive.
" You look tired,my love." he murmured." You overwork but I'll fix that. I'll take good care of you Tae.." A faint smile coated his patched lips." So good you won't want to lose me."
Another photo laid on the desk,half torn.
Jeon Jungkook.
His expression violently struck out,the photo bent and creased like many others beside it. His gaze flicked to it,the softness disappeared as his jaw locked,menace covering his half closed eyes.
He leaned forward, placing Taehyung's photo gently on the desk before his two fingers grabbed the other one as if he was disgusted to even touch it.
" You shouldn't have crossed paths with him. You shouldn't have touched him with your filthy hands." he hissed out in an oddly calm voice that didn't last long.
The grip suddenly tightened, crinkling the paper more with apparent rage." You don't get to live with him. Stand next to him. You don't even get to breathe the same air as him. You don't get to exist in a space that belongs to me. Taehyung is mine." The paper crumpled further." You stole him from me like you always did. What a pathetic creature you are Jeon."
He spit on the photo with a vicious sneer curved in his mouth." Look at you! " The man leered in a scornful tone." Walking around like a king.. like you actually matter.. like you're chosen. You're nothing but a warm I'll crash with my shoe."
His hand squashed the photo before slamming it back on the desk,fist thrashing the surface with unmatched power." I have already warned you Jungkook yet you don't take me seriously. You will..I'll erase you. Wipe your disgusting face from this world. Crash you like a sleazy warm. Make you vanish and claim what's mine. Kim Taehyung is mine." His whisper held a hysterical power,the one only a deranged person has.
He roared out a wicked laugh, slumping back to his chair, regaining his composure with his hand drifting back to Taehyung's photo,fingers carefully and gently caressing it.
" You don't see it yet,my love.. but you will. Very soon. I'll take care of everything. I'll take good care of you.." he smiled." You'll finally realise how much you love me.. only me.. always me."
His piercing, dark eyes observed the monitors across the room, calculating and withdrawing.
" Nobody messes with Akuma and lives,dear Jeon."
Jungkook's photos remained laid and torn on the desk as a reminder.
Forgotten and condemned.
His fate had already been sealed and Jungkook was utterly oblivious to what was coming for him.
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This time the threats had taken a completely different form. And while Jungkook was supposed to be scared out of his wits, trembling in fear,he was a far cry from that.
In fact he was highly irritated.
The pattern however remained the same.
Days of being carefree to enjoy his moments with Taehyung,acting like a real couple instead of a contracted one, indulging in quiet mornings sipping coffee and having breakfast,steamy nights filled with sex and strolls in the big city.
Others, like that one, with Jungkook waking up after a tiring,long shift at the club,anticipating his lunch date with Taehyung at one of those luxurious restaurants he preferred,where you need a magnifying glass to see your food, only to face another insane situation by that lunatic that found it amusing to mess with his head.
The photo in his phone didn't leave room for relaxation. The picture of a dark cemetery and a gravestone with his name carved on it. Jungkook would have dismissed it as a sick joke again if he hadn't noticed the date inscription.
' Here lies Jeon Jungkook.'
' April 2026."
That was in two months.
Rage bubbled in his veins seeing it. His hands pressed into fists, damping the phone on the table inside the kitchen. That bastard, whoever he was,had a lot of nerves threatening him.
He grabbed his coffee, took a sip and leaned on the edge of the counter,cup steady between his fingers. It would be an understatement saying he wasn't a bit afraid but deep inside he believed it was probably one of Taehyung's ex boy toys trying to scare him off.
Unless..
Unless it was about his research for Minhun at the club and he had pissed off the wrong crowd. It was hard to tell due to lack of evidence and mere speculations on his part.
He left the cup on the counter and hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and into the living room when his phone buzzed.
He unwillingly fetched it,hands slightly shaking the moment he saw the message. He thought about erasing it but..
He opened it and read it out loud.
" Not taking my warnings seriously agitates me, Jeon. You've got two months. If you don't leave Taehyung, that will be your next .. address."
Jungkook yanked the device away on the couch, scoffing. The intensity of the situation blazed in his eyes, drifting fast left and right as if searching for something. He slammed his fist into the air, pulse roaring in his ears and lungs heaving.
" Screw you wacko! I ain't leaving Tae. Let's see how tough you really are,you psychopathic nutcase!" he screamed blue murder.
For the first time in months he decided it was bloody time to strike back. Force that bastard to see he wasn't a pussy or easily intimidated.
He picked up the phone and answered back without knowing whether it would reach him or not.
' Fuck off weirdo.
I'm not going anywhere.
Got a problem with that?
Don't give a fuck!'
The message wasn't delivered.
It was stored in his phone, waiting..
And so was Jungkook.
Be as it may, he couldn't read the writing on the wall..