Jungkook's pulse roared in his veins. His mind was a blur of sensations. Too much sound,too much light,too much warmth,too many thoughts of everything and nothing. Each heartbeat felt too loud, each breath too shallow. He wanted to move but couldn't. He wanted to think but the buzzing noise inside him drowned everything else.
The tender affection of the kiss was gradually growing into yielding passion for the flesh. It was amazingly stunning how fast he went from feeling sorry for himself to getting hard. Taehyung had that much effect on him to the point it was humanly impossible to bridle his urges.
His fingers grazed on the heated skin of his neck, drifting down his hard chest,nose sniffing his heady,musky scent and lips brushing on the velvety skin of his crook, deliberately letting a moan escape his lips.
Taehyung stirred in his seat. Jungkook's fingers sliding over his neck,his pounding chest and hot breath fluttering against his flesh, his spine tingled with hunger,his breath trapped in his dry throat, shredding his control with a painful pleasure. He could read the signs of his body.He could sense the yearning in his moves. He could even feel the intensity of his heartbeat.
Jungkook had an enormous appetite for sex.
For him and his cock.
" Are you hard again?"
Jungkook didn't raise his head but began rubbing his lower abdomen on the man's thigh,purring like a kitten. He bit his lips, running his tongue over them, breathing heavily.
"I'll take that as a yes." He instantly grabbed his hips,making him sit on his lap,legs on each side as he gripped tightly on his asscheeks."I've been fucking you all day and you're still hungry for more." He sighed, feeling his cock growing bigger and harder by Jungkook's slow friction." I'm not sure that's a good idea,baby boy. You're exhausted and sore."
Damn if Jungkook was in his right mind to understand him. His only desire was to have him inside him once again. To taste his lips,to savour his cum,to feel him flooding his insides just to become whole. Addicts are craving for their fix to get high. Jungkook's addiction had one name.
Taehyung.
His fix to get high was that bloody man.
Not merely his cock..but his lips,his hands,his smell..his hoarse voice, giving him chills.
He would get hard just by the sound of his freaking voice.
" I wanna ride you.." he murmured under his breath, grinding his cock against the man's who was striving to subdue his fiery lust." I need you to force your cock up my fucking ass till you cum."
Taehyung had lost.
He had surrendered.
Totally, undeniably defeated.
He gripped on Jungkook's pyjama shirt, ripping it to pieces, lifting him up,taking off his pants and boxer, then impatiently removed his clothes,throwing them on the floor into a pile and abruptly slapped his ass. His fingernails skimmed over his right thigh, grazing on the boy's hard-on, sending a cold thrill through him and a lump in his throat.
" Do you worship my cock,slut? He opened his palm, slapping the drenched cock.
" Yes.." Jungkook tossed his head backwards, deviant pleasure building up,fingers snatching on Taehyung's hair.
" Do you deserve my cock?" Another hard slap shook the boy's cock, making it twitch and pang.
" Yes..daddy.. I've been a good boy.." the next slap felt sharper, more brutal and the acute pain was a storm of sensation flooding his body." More..I want more.."
With each slap Jungkook's mind met with oblivion,his back arched,his fingers clasping tighter on Taehyung's hair, nearly ripping them out, a relentless row of whimpers and moans,cracking through the silence, until his mushroom bruised and his moans turned to helpless cries.
Taehyung guided his hands on his ass, stretching it open." Ride my cock. Let it fill your slutty hole and I might..just might let you cum."
Jungkook lowered his body,driving the hard cock inside his wet, clenching hole, shrieking violently as he held onto the man's shoulders, bouncing up and down his shaft, controlling the pace and rhythm, keeping him deep inside him.
The older's fingers seized on Jungkook's hair, pinning his head back,his lips colliding with desperate want at his. Tongues tangling, probing, tasting. Taehyung's teeth grazed brutally on the silky mouth in an urgent,sloppy need. Jungkook gasped at the ferocity of the kiss, widely opening his mouth for the man's tongue to twirl around, strings of saliva drooping on his jaw and neck while his throat was crushed by the tasty tongue alongside with his control.
Bobbing up and down, wailing uncontrollably, shivering at the power of his longing and the raw stretching of his hole. " My ass.. belongs to you..you.." he roared out, Taehyung hissing at the piercing force of his nails sinking in his shoulders.
" Damn right, slut.. Every hole in your body belongs to me.. move that ass and bounce on my fucken cock."
The ceaseless spanking of his ass,the cock railing his depths, ramming his oversensitive spot and Taehyung's lustful grin,made him bounce faster and harder to reach his highs. "Bite my nipples..suck them..make them hurt.."
The skin was smooth and soft under his lips, glistering from the sweat, driving him to the edge when he the man's tongue sloshed over the hard bub, harshly flipping it, swathing it with his mouth and slurping it like a lollipop.
Jungkook arched his back, bouncing on the hard-on then bent slightly forward and whimpered." Bite it.. please..suck it.."his voice barely above a whisper.His eyes in daze,his mouth drooling.
Only when Taehyung's teeth bit hard on his nipple, groaning did he feel the seething lust arising waves of pleasure in his aching body.
God he loved the pain!
The twisted ache of his flesh being abused.
Taehyung's teeth, tormenting his nipple.
As the man's tongue slithered from his right to his left nipple and bit the bub hard, stretching it with his teeth, Jungkook pulled his upper body back,forcing out a shrieking yelp at the delightful pain and leaning on his feet kept hopping on the thick shaft and at the same time, digging his nails deeper in his back, leaving scratches.
Taehyung's hands were persistently squashing his ass,adding to the pace. The moment Jungkook tilted his head to the side, offering his neck,the man's lips nibbled their way up to his crook, teeth sinking in, biting and sucking with equal strength.
The older man's mouth, hungry and confident, came up to bite Jungkook's chin,his tongue lapping on the skin as the younger surged more forward,his hands fisting the man's dark, silky hair, pulling him closer until not even their breaths could pass between them. Taehyung's lips moved, with a raw claim and a famished need,on his. A desperate,broken sound escaped his throat, allowing Tae to explore,to taste,to conquer his widely open mouth.
Teeth grinding,a swirling dance of the tongues that left no corner untouched, sweeping and plunging deeper and deeper with frantic intensity. As the rhythm of Jungkook's bouncing grew faster and sharper, both of them were on the brink of coming.
Taehyung loved the way his cock was thrusting inside Jungkook's ass like it was made for him and the younger growled the second it hit his prostate." I'm.. gonna cum..oh fuck..oh fuck!" the moment his head collapsed on the older's chest it hit him. The orgasm was coming in heatwaves,heaving and trying to ramp up the pace and reach his highs, clenching around the hard shaft.
The man's hands opened up his asscheeks,his orgasm approaching in gigantic waves."Do it again. Clench around me. I'm cumming..fuck slut.. I'm fucking cumming." He hollered with a broken voice,shooting and swarming him in thick cum.
" Yes..cum for me daddy.." he instinctively clasped around his dick, wanting to keep every spurt of the cum inside him." Make me your dirty, little cum slut.." he cried out and he finally exploded on the man's stomach. His feet collapsed on the couch from exhaustion,his knees buckled and his breathing grew more uneven from the stimulating orgasm.
Taehyung wrapped his arms around him, cradling him and leaving kisses on his damp hair. He smiled at how fragile and small he looked in his embrace. The tough guy who turned into a needy boy each time he was fucking him. His duality was unexpected but thrilling. He removed a few stray hairs from his forehead, neatly tucking them behind his ear.
Even now, sweaty, disoriented and lost,he looked heavenly. Jungkook was gorgeous inside out. With multiple personalities but that didn't diminish his beauty. It made him more attractive.He felt him stirring in his arms and caressed his hair,his eyes softened staring at him." Perhaps I should have ordered that wheelchair along with dinner."
" Don't need it.." he yawned, shutting his eyes. His body ached,his muscles stiffened even when he was trying to breathe. A sweet numbness spreading everywhere."I've got you. You're my daddy. I'm your responsibility." He yawned again, rubbing his eye and hugging him tighter." You can carry me around."
" And you intend to take advantage of an old man?"
Jungkook flashed a smile." I'm sure you'll survive.."his fingers faintly fondled his back, snuggling more into the man's hard chest. His hole was still stuffed with cum,some dripping on Taehyung's balls and thighs but he hadn't pulled out." You've got impeccable stamina.."
" Can you stop being so fucken cute? I wanna fuck you again. And then I will indeed have to carry you."
" Ok."
The man burst out laughing at his response and pecked his forehead." No more fucking for tonight,baby. Should we go to sleep or continue eating?"
Jungkook hadn't finished eating and the truth was he felt both hungry and sleepy,his stomach stirring with a growl of hunger." Eat? Mmmm..but you'll feed me." He raised his head and stared at him."I' m too weak to do it alone." He then blinked his doe eyes and purred in absolute delight. At that point he loved being pampered and spoiled.
" Let's pretend I believe you, Jeon."
" Good choice,Kim."he gave him a thumbs up and winked at him.
Taehyung pulled out,slowly lifting him up till his feet reached the floor,held him and with the help of a few napkins cleaned the cum dripping from his ass down his thighs along with the splashes on his stomach. They didn't bother wearing clothes because the idea of fabric as an obstacle between them,seemed unnecessary. They had nothing to hide and it felt more intimate.
Jungkook – with great difficulty – sat cross- legged on the couch,back resting on the cushions,hair damp,skin warm,a fluffy blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Taehyung sat close, trying to balance a fry on the younger 's lips but he laughed, finding it amusing. It was the sort of intimacy unlike anything he had experienced in the past with his girlfriends.
He wasn't pampered, spoiled,or fed like that. Like it was natural. Like the moments they had shared weren't merely physical but deeper, warmer,more significant. Jungkook realised he liked the feeling of their domestic life.
" Would you hold still?" Taehyung asked, pretending to sound strict but inside he was taking so much pleasure at that simple act. All his previous lovers were out the door before he could blink and it never crossed his mind to sit down with any of them and have dinner or feed them.
" I'm not a poodle,you know." Jungkook shot back but the smirk on his lips ruined the protest. The fry toppled before he could bite it, landing flat on his chest. The man shook his head and groaned, leaning forward to grab it but somehow the younger was already munching on it.
" Fine." Taehyung said defeated." Have it your way. No more fries for you. You're getting the nuggets."
" Your punishment system is weird,old man." he replied, eyes glowing. He loved nuggets!
" As weird as you. It matches your personality." He passed him the plate with the remaining nuggets, Jungkook placed it on his lap and opened his mouth.
" What..?"
" Feed me."
" Such a brat!"
Jungkook scoffed." Tell me something I don't know. Heard that a million times."
Taehyung nudged his knee against his." Open up,then." he teased, nugget at hand.
The boy snorted and rolled his eyes but leaned in, taking the piece in his teeth and catching the man's fingers.
" The chicken, not me." he warned him, pretending to hurt but his eyes shove with excitement and deviance.
Jungkook giggled, munching on his food, swallowed and opened up again with Tae stuffing another nugget,dipped in sauce this time. For quite some time,their world evolved around fries gone cold,nuggets gone stiff and lop - sided burgers but it was fun.
As soon as they were finished, Jungkook stroked his stomach, sighing deeply." I overdid it. I'm gonna burst!"
"Seriously,where do you stash so much food?"
" I've got a great metabolism. I eat,exercise and burn fat. Walking, jogging, lifting weights and doing boxing. I'm good at punching."
Taehyung rubbed his jaw, remembering the punch in the alley behind the club." I felt that first hand."
" Can't take a punch,old man?" He playfully wiggled his brows." I didn't use half of my force. I usually knock people down when I punch them." He smashed his fist on his palm and laughed at the way Taehyung had widened his eyes.
" Jungkook the menace!" He set the empty plate on the table, grabbed a napkin and gently wiped the blots of sauce from Jungkook's mouth and stood up.
The younger gulped at the sight of his half erected cock and the idea of another round was tingling his stomach. As if the man read his thoughts,he huffed and put on his pants." Don't get any ideas,menace."
Jungkook's cheeks flashed red, biting on his piercing." Didn't say anything."He pretended to be innocent but his eyes were glued to the shaft right in front of his face.
" Time for bed. To sleep." He emphasized watching the boy's eyes stuck on his cock. If he continued to stare,he would go hard again and he didn't wanna hurt him more. " I've got work tomorrow and have to be up at six so get your butt up and go upstairs."
" Have to clean this mess." He pointed his head towards the empty plates, bottles, glasses and packets.
" Do it tomorrow morning."
" Careful,we'll have rats throwing a party by then."
" At least you'll have something useful to do when I'm away."
Jungkook pouted. He hated leaving a mess before hitting the sack as he was a neat freak. One of the many annoying– for some – habits he had picked up living with his hyungs."I've got laundry and cleaning tomorrow."
"Don't worry. My cleanup crew handles it. They drop twice a week."
The younger puffed out an exaggerated breath." Tell them not to. I do my own cleaning,wash my own clothes and cook my own meal,thank you very much!" He threw a fake smile at poor Taehyung who realised,to his horror,that he had already lost this battle."I don't need strangers walking around the house, snooping inside my drawers,folding my underwear."
He raised his hands once again for the man to pick him up and without further due,he did. He let the blanket slip from his shoulders and fall on the couch and gently held him in his arms.
He hoisted him upstairs, Jungkook's head snuggling into his neck,sweat and musky scent tingling his nostrils,a beaming smile of satisfaction on his lips, making him even more beautiful and carefully laid him on the soft sheets,his head sinking into the plush pillows.
The moment Jungkook touched their softness,he sighed in contempt and shut his eyes, enjoying the relaxation of laying his painful body on a bed.
Taehyung got rid of his wrinkled pants,positioned himself next to the boy and hugged him tightly, snuggling one arm under his head and the other securely enveloping his waist. Their legs tangled,breaths and heartbeats mingled. Jungkook rested his jaw on his chest,fingers grazing his cheeks.
" Taehyung?"
" Mmmm?"
" I noticed an empty room downstairs,next to the storage. Can I bring my game consoles and use it as a playroom?"
Taehyung grinned from ear to ear. Was he really expecting a no for an answer? " It's your house. Whatever makes you comfortable. I didn't know you were the playing type."
Jungkook winked at him all smiley,voice teasing and velvety,dipped in hints." You barely touched the surface, Kim. There's an entire side of me you haven't met yet."
" I bet. It's good I'm curious by nature." He flicked his round nose and said in the same tone." You are a revelation to me,Jeon."
" A good or a bad one?"
" Somewhere in between. Anyhow, let's go shopping for equipment. Everything you need. The room is huge..you can even turn it into a gym."
Jungkook thought for a brief moment, scrunching his lips." I suppose but I'm paying for my stuff."
" What happened to pampering?" he gently asked,fingers caressing Jungkook's silky back.
" It's restricted to carrying me each time you break my ass and feeding me when I can't move." His eyes were still pinned on his. Every time he was staring into those dazzling eyes,he was drawn by their sparkles and their depth." I can pay for my own stuff,old man."
Taehyung knew he was fighting a lost battle and had no clue why he kept on insisting. Perhaps because all his other partners loved receiving gifts so he had grown used to it over the years. Jungkook was entirely different. "You could consider them gifts."
Jungkook hushed him, putting his index finger on his lips." I imagine you gave a lot of ' gifts' to your boy toys but I'm not like them. I'm not here for your money and unless I pay for my stuff, I'll just go to my old apartment and play."
The man opened his mouth and bit his finger."You're a tough negotiator,Jeon." He blew a huff." I agree with your terms although I have to remind you that our contract has a monthly payment for you."
" Fuck the contract.Consider your dick as a monthly payment." he tugged his finger away, trailing it down his jaw,neck and left nipple,making circles around the pink bub."Can we sleep now? I'm tired." He yawned, rubbing and shutting his eyes, nuzzling on his chest.
Taehyung smiled,held him tighter and covered their naked bodies with the quilt, stretching his hand to turn off the light on the nightstand.
" Please don't. Leave it on." Jungkook lisped, signing and the man pulled his hand away. Clearly Jungkook was afraid of the dark amongst other things and he could totally understand it. They both went out like a candle,bone- tired and drained from a full day.
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In the morning,around six, Taehyung was the first to wake up and see Jungkook sleeping so peacefully under the covers, smiling in his daze. He arose from the bed,slipped into the bathroom,had a shower,got dressed and headed downstairs,as quiet as a mouse.
His briefcase was laid on the floor,next to the coat hanger in the hallway, since yesterday, so he picked it up,opened it,checked for the files he needed for today's meetings and was about to leave when a beeping sound stopped him. His eyes caught a glimpse of Jungkook's phone flashing and curiosity drove him straight to the side table by the couch.
As he was pondering whether to check it or not,it buzzed again." Who the fuck texts you at seven in the morning?" he wondered out loud and reluctantly held the phone in his hand. What he saw made his blood boil from rage.
Aespa.
That bloody woman had texted him ten times and had called him six. He thought they had broken up. That was one part of their deal that was unnegotiable. No contact with previous relationships.
Jungkook was his and only his and no woman would pose a threat to Kim Taehyung.
Why was Aespa calling him?
What did she want from him?
A reconciliation, perhaps?
He left the phone back in its place, grabbed his briefcase and stormed out of the penthouse,into the elevator and down to the parking lot. He got inside his brand-new,grey Porsche,threw his bag on the passenger seat and banged his fists on the wheel, groaning from wrath. A feeling that was slowly becoming a habit
His handsome face, a deadly mask of fury and rage. His jaw tightened,his heartbeat turned rapid and a churning feeling in his stomach,forcing out a cloaking growl. If that bitch thought she'd steal Jungkook,she was mistaken.
He owned Jungkook.
Jeon was his.
The car tyres shrieked in the road as he exited the lot, drove into the busy street on his way to the company. When he reached the building, parked and stepped into his office,he was still cursing in his head and gnashing his teeth to the point it hurt. His day was packed with meetings and he had no desire to attend any of them.
He wanted to tell them to take a hike,go back home, wake him up and ask him why. Why was she searching for him?
Or even better,find her and tell her to stop calling him because he was unavailable for her and everyone else for the next three years and more.
He flopped on the black chair behind his desk, switched on his computer and forced himself to work. He wasn't in the mood. He couldn't concentrate. His mind was going back to those calls and it made him uneasy.
He picked up the phone." Coffee. Black. Now."
His secretary knocked and came in a few minutes later, holding a cup of the steamy liquid,laying it on the desk with trembling hands." Your coffee,sir."
Taehyung humned.
The young woman coughed." Your first meeting is scheduled in ten minutes."
" Take them to the conference room." he replied strictly in an abrupt, irritated way,dismissing her with his hand.
The woman fled as quickly as possible and returned to her desk. It would be one of those days where the big boss would drive everyone crazy, threatening to fire them, shouting and cursing for their lack of professionalism and incompetence.
The first sip burnt the tip of his tongue along with his throat. The second went down more smoothly but the awfully bitter taste prickled him. Eventually,he had to pull his shit together and get down to business, working himself to the bone.
His nerves started to fray under the pressure of his workload and the disturbing thoughts. He felt his neck muscles tensing up as he became more and more irritated at the possibility of Jungkook speaking to her.
He could hardly remember the associates,the topic of discussion,thanking them and bidding farewell and as the door of the conference room swung open and Taehyung barged out with Seojoon following him holding a file on his chest.
On the surface, Taehyung seemed too composed as always but Seojoon, knowing him for far too long,could see the cracks, the tensed jaw,the distracted glances,the constant gazes on his watch.
"Tae." He gripped his wrist making him stop."Are you gonna tell me what's bothering you?" he asked quietly,not wanting others to hear him." Or do I have to pretend you didn't spend the whole meeting somewhere else in your head?"
" Just tired. I'm allowed to be tired." Taehyung brushed him off, pulling his hand away.
" Don't give me that."
" Take it anyway you like."
" Try harder. This deal is crucial." He responded calmly." You didn't hear a damn word about the investor from Bangkok. You nodded at the wrong time."
Taehyung sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he started walking to his office
" I'll reread the notes." he lisped, already half turning the doorknob.
Seojoon frowned." What the hell is the matter with you?"
The man paused, squeezing the knob." I already told you. Don't overreact." he forced the words out with a decisiveness that didn't convince his friend. Then he stepped inside and shut the door to Seojoon's face before he could react.
He leaned on the door, inhaling and exhaling through his nose. He had made a fool of himself. Seojoon was right. He hadn't heard a word they had said, simply hummed and nodded, leaving his friend to do the job.
Accusing others for no professionalism but in fact he was the incompetent one and that was a slap on the face.
His mind was in that penthouse and Jungkook, wondering if they had spoken. That made something sour twist in his stomach. He walked to his desk, unbuttoned the top of his now wrinkled shirt and sat down, pretending to check the emails he couldn't read. His long fingers hovered above the keyboard, motionless.
" No. We had a deal. He wouldn't break it."he murmured to himself." Jungkook knows better than to test my patience."
He shut his eyes,a muffled groan escaping under his heavy breath." Focus Kim..focus. You're losing your fucking mind."
But no logic could stop the pangs of jealousy crawling under his skin, unwanted but relentless. He just had to make it through the day and go home to whatever was waiting for him..
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Jungkook snorted in irritation at the continuous beeping of his phone. From the moment he had woken up in pain, barely making his way to the bathroom and getting dressed, cleaned last night's mess from the coffee table until now after breakfast,that damn phone hadn't stopped buzzing.
Aespa.
The tenth missed call from her flashed on his screen,a heartbeat of anxiety before the phone finally went dark. Jungkook stared at the black screen,his own pale,wide- eyed reflection staring him back.
His heart wasn't just beating. It was frantic, restless. He felt trapped in his own body. A quiet panic coiled in his gut. Each beat a reverberant reminder of his mistakes.
His knees bounced uncontrollably under the table,a nervous tremor he couldn't suppress. The sound of the clock ticking,the sound of the distant traffic,the low tattle of the TV felt exacerbated in his skull,each tiny sound ratcheting up his panic.
The thought of Taehyung finding out made his throat tighten. He snatched the phone back up,his hand raised to throw and smash it against the floor because his panic had transformed into rage.
It beeped again.
That rhythmic sound was getting under his skin.
She kept insisting on calling him, sending him countless messages, leaving voicemails and his patience was running low. He had specifically asked her to stop communication and was frank about his feelings. Calling him out of the blue could cause him trouble. And it was the last thing he wanted.
Taehyung might see her name flashing on his phone screen. He might think they were in contact. Might make wrong assumptions regarding their relationship and he didn't want that. He had cut all ties with her the moment they had broken up.
Her contacting him at this precise moment could only cause one thing.
The one he couldn't afford.
Taehyung doubting his intentions.
Thinking he had broken their deal.
He wasn't sure how to handle it. Call her back and ask her not to bother him again?
Send her a message?
Or completely ignore her till she got tired and stopped? Understand that he wasn't in the mood to talk or he simply didn't want to.
After considerable thinking, he made up his mind to stay silent. He moved his aching butt upstairs, gathered the laundry and stuffed them into the washing machine,changed the bedsheets,did most of the household chores,talked to Jimin and his hyungs and it was the perfect distraction not only from Aespa but from the stinging pain in his muscles.
The aftermath of his ass-breaking from last night.
As he was peering inside his ' soon to be ' playroom area,arranging the position of the furniture and equipment in his head,where he'd install the lights and so on,the phone of the house unexpectedly rang. Jungkook slipped back into the living room hesitant if he should answer it.
It couldn't be Taehyung. He'd call him on his phone. If it was someone else,a family member or a friend,who would he say he was?
He scratched his head, sighing deeply. As his feet timidly paced towards the device on the console table near the door, stretching his hand to grab it but it stopped ringing. While shifting around to leave it rang again. He had no choice but to pick it up.
If they asked who it was, he'd simply say a member of the clean-up crew. " Yes?"he said calmly once he answered it.
He waited but no reply came, except for the rise and fall of a breath.
" Who is this?"
" Run..run for your life. Run little bunny.."
At the sound of the sullen, gravelly voice, the air froze in Jungkook's chest,chills rippled down his spine." I said who the fuck are you?"
A cruel,low razor edged laugh slid through the device,needling at his temples,sharp enough to make his head throb.
" He's dangerous.. Jungkook.Kim is dangerous..If you love your life,run before it's too late. Before they find you dead in a ditch."
" What the fuck do you want? How do you know my name?" That precise moment Jungkook had gone off the deep end. He didn't appreciate being threatened by an unknown asshole who lacked the guts to do it to his face.
" Consider yourself warned.. little bunny.." The line went silent. Jungkook was left staring at the dead phone, frowning.
Who was that man?
Why did he warn him about Taehyung saying he was dangerous?
How did he even know he was here?
Was he being stalked?
And why on earth did he call him ' little bunny'? That was his nickname in primary school and he hated it." Phew!"
He dumped the phone on the table, taking a few steps back,his eyes fettering around the room,breath snagging in his lungs,fear whispering across his skin.
There had to be a reasonable explanation. Had to be..
Maybe one of Taehyung's ex lovers found out about him and thought that by threatening and intimidating him, he'd get him out of his way and crawl back into Kim's bed.
He wouldn't allow an asshole hiding behind anonymity screw up his life. If he wanted,he should come and face him and get punched. Jeon Jungkook wasn't an easy prey for bastards. He had dealt with lowlife scums his whole life and they met his fist each time.
Fuck that son of a bitch!
With that in his mind,he marched into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Taehyung would return from the office, hungry and tired, wanting a home cooked meal. He got the pork belly marinated, chopped vegetables, made Mayak eggs and placed them in the fridge and pondered what else to cook.
Anything to keep his mind occupied and away from muddling thoughts. While lunch was halfway ready,he went running upstairs,took the clothes out of the drier and sat on the bed to fold them then neatly tucked them in the drawers. The painkillers had done an excellent job in taking away most of the pain with only a minor discomfort persisting.
His next chore was to wipe and mop the marble floor, scrubbing the dusty corners till it shone so much you could see your reflection and laughed realising how much he resembled Jin hyung. They were both 'neat freaks' !
Everything was in their place and Jungkook smiled in contempt for his hard work, running down the stairs to the kitchen. The on-going buzzing in his phone had stopped and that asshole hadn't called him again.
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The soft click of shoes on the shiny marble went unnoticed. Taehyung slipped like a shadow into the kitchen,driven by the delightful smell of bbq,one hand hidden in his pocket,the other loosening his black tie.
He paused watching Jungkook gracefully moving from the fridge to the cooker, stirring the wok like a pro, taking in the way his shoulders bounced up and down,how his head tossed to the left, humming a song.
When he eventually spoke – a soft murmur of his name – Jungkook winced. His whole body jerked as he shifted,eyes popping out,breath stuck in his throat, spatula dropped on the floor.
" Didn't hear you come in." he hurriedly stated,voice trembling.
Taehyung smirked, ambling his way ." I noticed." The smell of garlic and sesame oil tickled his nose, leaning over the wok." You cooked again." he said casually, trying not to give away his joy seeing him in action." I can't tell who is spoiling who."
Jungkook chuckled, picking up the spatula, throwing it into the sink and getting a new one from the drawer as he continued the stirring of the rice out of nervousness." I'm returning the favour, Kim. Go take a shower. Lunch will be served in ten."
The man lifted a brow,a flicker of amusement sparkling in his eyes." You waited for me. Impressive!"
Jungkook gave him a shrug of his shoulders, removing the wok from the burner,pouring the content into a large bowl." Don't flatter yourself Kim. I hate eating alone." His tone was casual light and unforced to hide his shaky hands and rapid heartbeat.
Taehyung saw right through him. Beneath the usual indifference. After so long he had gained the ability to read him like an open book. "What is it today?"
" Grilled pork belly,kimchi fried rice and Mayak eggs. My hyung's recipe." He didn't dare gaze at him, afraid his eyes might betray the storm of guilt inside him or the million unanswered questions. Or perhaps it was simply that musky scent that made his mouth drool and his body to catch fire. " It might be too salty but not spicy."
The younger knew about the man's inability to consume spicy food. He remembered hearing two of the waiters in the club discussing it. Back then he had the craziest idea of spicing up his food just to get back at him for messing up his life.
Look at him now!
Cooking lunch for Kim like the perfect housewife.
' What the fuck? Let's not exaggerate.' he thought." It's just food.'
" I'm surprised you know it..not many people do."
" Well.. it's one of those useless pieces of information you pick up by accident." he again responded unconcerned.
" It's useful now or else you would be driving me to the emergency room." he derided, completely removing his tie and unbuttoning his jacket suit.
Jungkook laughed cunningly." We wouldn't want that,would we? Go change and I'll serve." He grabbed two black bowls,spoons and chopsticks, setting the table but noticed that Taehyung hardly moved an inch." Go!"
" Nope. I'll eat first,shower later." He took a seat and Jungkook joined him, pouring cold water in their glasses, careful not to spill it out. His phone buzzed once on the side of the table.
Then twice.
A third buzz.
Jungkook froze.
Taehyung's gaze snapped from the phone to Jungkook and vice versa his eyes showed a slight irritation." Aren't you gonna get that? It might be important."
Jungkook gulped hard. That oddly familiar knot in his throat and stomach had made a remarkable appearance." It's probably Jimin sending weird memes again." He took a spoonful of rice with a piece of pork on top and stuffed it in his mouth to avoid discussing it further.
The truth was he shouldn't feel guilty about something that wasn't his fault.
He didn't call Aespa.
He never made any effort to contact her.
The day they broke up was the last time he saw her.
The man remained quiet, monitoring his every gesture and facial expression. Hand flying on his neck,fingers rubbing a nervous rhythm above his collar. Eyes darted on his plate,staring at it intensely and refusing to settle on Taehyung's face. Lips pressed together, biting on his piercing.
Taehyung grabbed a piece of pork, lazily chewing it,back slumped on the chair, eyes pinned on the younger the whole time."Mmmm..Mr.Meme..Jimin.."
Jungkook forced a fake smile that didn't reach his eyes,making it look kind of pasted on. "He's unbearable sometimes. Childish.. you know.." he murmured, putting another spoonful of rice and an egg in his mouth.
" Jimin?" He asked, giving him one more chance to come clean. To tell him who was actually calling him. Hiding it reinforced Taehyung 's belief that the phone call was nothing but innocent. However he maintained his posture taking a deep,long breath.
For a while the only sounds in the room were the clinking of chopsticks and spoons and the rumble buzzing of messages and calls, Jungkook stubbornly refused to check as he turned the phone facedown.
" Why so quiet, Jeon?" Tae set his chopsticks down,gorging a generous sip of water, stretching his legs under the table." Something on your mind?"
Jungkook shook his head,not wanting to lie. He hated lies. " Tired I guess. Too much work this morning."
Taehyung's jaw was a hard line,a muscle twitching nonstop in his cheek, sharply glaring at Jungkook. His eyes narrowed,his pupils dilated, rolling them as a clear sign of dismissal to his excuse. His rosy lips pressed into a tiny line, holding back his words.
Suddenly the right side of his lips curled into a sneer, revealing a hint of white teeth." I have given you time to process what's happening. Time to speak the truth." His fingers snatched on the armrest so tightly his knuckles turned pale. His chest puffed out and shoulders pulled back,making him look even bigger and more intimidating.
" You failed. And I don't appreciate being taken for a fool." He stood up, jogging the chair backwards, its feet shrieking on the marble,taking a few steps unsure how to handle his frustration,how to tame the explosive rage bubbling under his veins.
" Don't know what you're talking about."
Taehyung roared a distinctly sarcastic laughter." Jeon.. funny how selective your memory gets when the topic is.. inconvenient. It didn't stop you from lying to my face."
" I really have no clue what you're saying Taehyung."
" Oh come on? You know bloody well what I'm talking about. Don't play dumb!" He gnashed his teeth, kicking the chair with his foot.
Jungkook blanched, squeezing the glass of water in his sweaty palm, nearly smashing it to pieces. " I.. don't.."
Taehyung raising his hand to hush him forced him to swallow his foolish excuses." Aespa. Does that jog your memory? That goddamn woman has been calling you all night and this morning. Even when my dick was fucking your ass,she kept insisting and insisting and I'm at my wits end! The agreement strictly forbids you from seeing anyone else. No contact with your exes for any reason. No flirting. No nothing. You broke that rule by lying to my face, thinking I wouldn't know."
He kicked the chair again."Guess what! I know everything when it comes to you." He abruptly turned around and stormed out of the kitchen,leaving the younger dumbfounded.
The truth laid bare.
His words hit him hard.
His serene yet strict voice in total contrast with his actions, made Jungkook edgy and impossible to dodge. The pulse in his veins stuttered, betraying the lies he tried to conceal,his fear of Taehyung's reaction and the possibility of terminating their contract.
Watching him leave full of unspoken rage he understood he should have said the truth to begin with. He hadn't done anything wrong. It wasn't his fault Aespa decided to contact him. He couldn't have prevented it. What he should have done was pick up the bloody phone and tell her to stop calling him.
Did he do it?
No.
He naively thought she'd eventually give up.
The knot in his throat,the fog in his mind made the usual sharp, witty comebacks abandon him, leaving him speechless and feverish. He cupped his cheeks with shaky hands and his skin was on fire as if he was thrown into lava.
He slanted over his weight on the left,head spinning,gaze wandering around,jaw tight. Taehyung walking away was a huge blow and he had no idea if he wanted to attack or retreat.
What was the right approach?
He drew himself up,pride and shame weighing his body, prepared to face the music and plodded his feet into the living room. Taehyung had his back turned to him,hands tucked in his pockets. Jungkook spoke without thinking,his voice rough and slightly more sarcastic than he meant." I don't get you. Aespa.."
" Stop.saying.her.name." he barked, chattering his teeth till his gums hurt. Even mentioning her name was making his blood boil.
" Stop shouting. She called me. I didn't. I didn't even answer the fucking phone. I haven't done anything wrong." he exclaimed, chugging down a growl." You wanna blame someone,blame her."he slammed back at his wrath.
Taehyung finally twiddled,his face a menacing mask of fury. The veins in his neck had popped out as he slogged his way,hands grabbing Jungkook's arms,fingers squashing his flesh,shaking him,making him wince." Why didn't you tell me? Are you two lovebirds fucking behind my back? What..? Isn't my dick enough to satisfy your hunger for sex that you wanna fuck her pussy? Did it cross your mind that I'll be indulging your fucked up desires only for you to go fuck some sleazy bimbo? Using my freaking money?" He shook him again and Jungkook felt powerless to his strength.
" No! I've told you! It's not about money,asshole."
" Do you think I'm stupid? I didn't come this far to be outsmarted by a wannabe Alpha. A show- off macho man who can't stop thinking about getting laid. Enough is enough!" His resentment and piled up anger was hurling the situation into a fight with tremendous consequences but he had reached his limits. He didn't care if he was consumed by jealousy, the only thing he knew was that he wouldn't or couldn't share Jungkook.
His body.
His soul.
Not even his mind and thoughts.
They were his.
Taehyung didn't just throw words. He weaponized them. Each harsh,unjust accusation from him was stalking bricks of rage inside him, building a wall he was ready to tear down. He could feel the fury behind his eyes,marching towards his tongue, threatening to crash everything around them.
Their deal.
That ridiculous contract.
Their so-called relationship or whatever the fuck they had going on.
Taehyung's grip felt like pure evil. With a violent heave, Jungkook shoved him back, breaking free with a loud growl. When he glared at him,his gaze wasn't just anger. It was filled with a terrifying menace." Are you fucking her?"
Jungkook hissed at the grip, rolling his eyes."Fuck you! Fuck you!"
Taehyung's fingers dug into his arms so hard his knuckles whitened,jaw flexing with barely contained rage." You didn't answer my freaking question. Are you fucking her behind my back?" He was possessed,consumed by an overpowering jealousy and an obsession to destroy everything and everyone.
" Get off me! Back off asshole! I'm gonna punch you." The younger one snarled,voice like a whip-crack." Is that what you think of me? That I'd break our deal? That I'm a cheater? Fooling around with my ex behind your back? Some gold-digger? Some leech, a hustler?"he exploded,highly offended by his harsh words,a spark of rage in his doe eyes.
He was dangerously close in telling him that he had never slept with her or anyone else..ever but bit his tongue. He wouldn't give him that satisfaction. It wasn't his business what he had done in the past. If he had fucked more women than he could count. And he definitely couldn't reveal his secret.
"Aren't you?"He leered wickedly,about to splash venom,closing in on Jungkook,a dangerous glare mixed in blazing intimidation."You were hooking up with me while fucking her. Begging me to fuck you. Playing both sides. What does that make you Jeon? I fucken bought you! I BOUGHT YOU and you BELONG TO ME!"
The man's breath gusted against his skin like a wild storm, matching perfectly with the relentless, merciless wrath, clawing his spine."FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! FUCK YOU AND YOUR GODDAMN MONEY!"
He tugged him to the side,stormed towards the door,hand on the doorknob. He wouldn't take this shit. He wouldn't stay here hearing him talking ill about him or his intentions and motives. He had pride and wasn't in the mood to fight him and his craziness.
" You don't wanna hear the truth. You don't give a fuck about the truth or me. You just hate losing. You hate thinking someone else could have me. That you don't own me. You hate that your money isn't a motive to keep me caged in your golden prison. Let me make it easier on you Kim." His fingers subtly spun the knob..door creaking..
" Walk out that door and the deal is off."