More prettier

"Suck," jungkook commanded as the slim young

man knelt before him, widening his mouth to

accommodate jungkook's shaft.

Jungkook's head

tilted back, feeling the warmth as the young man took him in, releasing a sigh. Sensing jungkook's desire, the young man applied gentle pressure, his cheeks hollowing as he took jungkook deeper.

"Deeper," jungkook ordered, and the young man complied, though he struggled to accommodate

Jungkook's full length, resorting to using his hands to cover the remainder. Disappointed, jungkook looked down at him, meeting his gaze as the young man looked up through his lashes, his

mouth still occupied.

Normally, the young man's appearance would have intrigued jungkook; his slender frame and innocent demeanor typically appealed to him.

Yet, Jungkook's thoughts were consumed by taehyunh and his stronger build, there was an innocence

in his gaze that intrigued jungkook.

The more jungkook thought about taehyung, the

more intrigued he became. He recalled the look on taehyung's face during the lap dancemessy,

clumsy, yet undeniably alluring.

Jungkook had never been aroused by so many imperfections before. Under normal circumstances, he might

have dismissed such ineptitude with disdain, but taehyung's expression was etched into his

mind: a mixture of desperation to leave and denial of enjoying the experience. He seemed tortured by embarrassmernt and shame, yet his eyes betrayed a simmering lust and desire. If

Jungkook were to push him a little further until taehyung couldn't resist him, would he give in and

surrender himself to him?

The memory of hearing taehyung's voice over the phone lingered in jungkook's mind, the tone infused with a blend of surprise and excitement.

"Jungkook?"

People addressed him as sir or Mr. Jeon,

never by his name unless they shared a close relationship, which rarely happened.

Jungkook's arousal intensified at the thought of taehyung.

Im not a whore for money.

A ghost of a smile passed over jungkook's mouth.

Oh, but he wished he were. It would have been much easier. Easier to control, and easier to predict and manipulate. But taehyung's firm voice

when he denied the offer lingered in his mind,

only intriguing jungkook even more.

I appreciate the offer, but I don't need you.'

This had almost made him laugh. It surprised jungkook how much those words affected him;

how iritating they were. It wasn't like him to be intrigued by such trivial things.

If taehyung didn't need him, he would make him

need him. Jungkook was capable of anything

to get what he wanted, and he'd take down

anything that stood in his path. Would he have

to strip taehyung of everything he had until he came crawling to him for help? Drag him through the depth of hell until he clung to him to save him?

Make him so scared he'd have no other choice

but to beg him to save him? He wanted to hear taehyung beg, to crush his ego and open his eyes to

who he was dealing with, yet he had a feeling

if he did what he wanted, he'd never see that

burst of desire in his eyes again.

The young man in front of him pulled away, but jungkook raised his brows with a bored gaze.

"That won't do. I'm finally feeling a stir of arousal," jungkook murmured, his grip tightening

on the boy's head as he guided him further in.

In his mind's eye, he pictured taehyung kneeling before him, meeting his gaze with innocent eyes as jungkook continued. Jungkook's excitement

heightened, and he pushed a bit deeper,

prompting coughs and gags from the boy. This wasn't nearly as rough as he would have liked it, but it would have to do. The office was filled with the sounds of their movements. Jungkook

briefly closed his eyes, reminiscing about the sensation of pressing against taehyung's ass in the

club that night.

The sound of wet friction grew louder. Jungkook approached climax, he thrust so deeply that the boy struggled to breathe. Sensing the tightening

of the boy's throat around him, he emptied himself inside. Jungkook withdrew, and the boy

swallowed hard before coughing, his hand

pressed against his throat as he struggled to

catch his breath.

"You're dismissed," jungkook said coldly, grabbing a tissue to clean up the saliva before pulling up his briefs. The boy looked at him with wide eyes.

"But Mr. Jeon-"

"Dismissed,"jungkook repeated, this time harsher.

The needy look in the man's eyes was like nails on a chalkboard to jungkook, a desperate plea for attention and affection that grated on his

nerves, a display of vulnerability that repulsed him. There was nothing jungkook despised more

than desperation. If someone sought warmth,

it certainly wasn't to be found in jungkook's arms.

Empathy was never his thing.

There was a knock at the door. Namjoon stepped in.

"Jungkook, I'm here to report what happened with

Taehyung. "

Namjoon remained unfazed by the naked man on

the floor. It wasn't something he hadn't seen.

The young man, however, appeared visibly

flustered by namjoon's unexpected arrival, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he hastily scrambled to gather his clothes before making a swift exit, leaving behind a palpable

tension in his wake.

Namjoon proceeded with his report, delivering a concise summary of the events concerning taehyung

without missing a beat.

"You shot the windows?" Jungkook asked blandly.

It was yoongi's stupid idea, but namjoon didn't say that. If he did, there was a high chance he would find yoongi's body somewhere at the bottom of a river with two missing fingers.

It wasn't that he wanted to save yoongi but if he were gone, they would have to find a replacement, and namjoon didn't want to take the risk of ending up with someone even more annoying than yoongi, although that seemed

highly impossible.

"I followed your orders to take any measures necessary," namjoon reiterated. At his silence,

Namjoon asked, "Are you upset?"

"No, I'm just curious as to why taehyung had a gun."

"It under the counter. He seems to keep it for safety."

Jungkook wondered if taehyunghad already used the gun or if he had killed someone, but remembered the look in his eyes, and knew he hadn't. You didn't have the same eyes once you killed someone.Ljungkook's gaze shifted to

Namjoon the man whose soulless gaze mirrored his own.

Namjoonwas one of his strongest and most trustworthy men. Jungkookhad never met anyone who could load a gun quicker than namjoon and

instead of competing with a man gifted to kill, he made the smarter move and acquired him instead. You couldn't compare with pure talent,

and it wasn't in jungkook's interest to waste time.

"Is there a reason why you want him?"

"Why?" Jungkook echoed, staring out the window.

"I think he'd make a great asset."

"Nothing more?"

"Well, perhaps his body intrigues me. I would like to have a taste of him," jungkook noted.

"Did you get everything ready?"

"I have the papers," namjoon confirmed, reaching into his jacket pocket and producing the documents. "All we need is your signature, and

it's yours."

It was like music to his ears. Logical. Concrete.

Absolute.

Namjoon turned to leave, but he stopped. "Jungkook

you can find better men than him."

He wasn't talking about taehyung, but the man who had left earlier.

"Better men?" Jungkook chuckled darkly.

"Whether they're from The Red District or another dark

alley, they're all the same to me."

Just another hole to fuck. Namjoon looked as if he

wanted to say something more, but stopped

with a simple nod.

"Yes. I'm sorry if I was being too intrusive."

"No such thing. We've stained our hands with

blood together. We've gone past intrusive a long

time ago."

****

Taehyung's brows furrowed when he saw two huge

trucks parked in front of the convenience store

where he worked. Men were moving boxes and putting them in the trunk. He quickened his pace and went through the entrance.

"Excuse me," one of the men carrying a box said,

and taehyung quickly stepped aside.

"What's going on?" Taehyung inquired frantically.

But the man had earphones firmly in place,

failing to hear him. Why were they emptying

the store?

Taehyung spotted his manager.

"Mr. Leon!" he exclaimed. "What's happening?"

"Oh, taehyung ," Mr. Leon acknowledged. "Didn't you

receive my text?"

"I didn't check," he admitted.

"He's a hardworking lad," Mr. Leon remarked to the man beside him, offering taehyung a reassuring

pat on the shoulder. "I won't be operating this

store anymore."

Taehyung's brows knit together.

"Is this because of the robbery that happened

last week?"

"No, someone bought the store."

"What?" he croaked, disbelief coloring his tone.

"A man called me the other day and said he'd

like to buy the store. I refused at first, but his

contract was just too good that I couldn't let the

offer pass. I've never seen so many zeros in my

life! I'ma retired man now!"

Taehyung felt a knot tighten in his stomach.

"A contract? But Mr. Leon, shouldn't you take

some time before making such a big decision?

You've been the manager of this store your

entire life!"

Mr. Leon's gaze softened. "And I've had enough of it. Don't get me wrong, taehyung, I love this store as if it were my home, but I'mgetting old

and tired. It's about time I took a break,"he

said. "You're still young and full of life, but I'm

reaching my sixties."

Taehyung stood there, speechless. He racked my brain to find something tO say.

"How do you know this isn't a scam who

bought the store?"

"Mr. Leon," a familiar voice cut throughthe tense atmosphere, causing taehyung's heart to leap in his chest. He turned to his side,feeling a surge of dread course through him as his worst nightmare seemed to materialize before his eyes.

A tall, striking figure entered the store,

commanding attention with his confident stride and immaculate appearance. Jungkook looked too handsome to be human.

Taehyung's hands tightened at his sides. Was jungkook here because he refused to sign the contract? He

didn't seriously purchase an entire building just so he would work for him, did he?!

'When the boss wants something, he gets it. No

matter what.' Yoongi's words suddenly started to

make sense.

"Mr. Jeon! We were just talking about you," Mr.

Leon exclaimed with a wide smile.

He gently

squeezed taehyung's shoulder, jolting him back to

reality. "Come on, boy, introduce yourself."

"Kim taehyung," he mumbled reluctantly, his voice

barely above a whisper.

"We've met, haven't we?" Jungkook mused.

"I don't believe we have," he replied in an icy

tone.

"No? I'm pretty sure I saw you stri-"

"I'm sure you're mistaken," Taehyung blurted, a

blush creeping up his cheeks.

"It seems so," jungkook murmured, his tone hiding

a smile.

"Oh, Mr. Jeon! I need your signature on

another paper. Stay right here, I'll fetch it for

you."

Mr. Leon dashed away before taehyung could stop

him, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach when he found himself suddenly alone with jungkook.

"Do I intimidate you?" Jungkook wondered.

"What makes you say?"

"You won't look at me."

"It's by choice."

"Taehyung" jungkook's commanding voice sent a flutter through taehyung's stomach.

"Look at me."

Taehyung's throat tightened, but he slowly looked up to meet jungkook's piercing gaze. The sight of jungkook's handsome face stirred a tumult of conflicting emotions within him.

"It's strange," jungkook murmured. "I couldn't get

you off my mind since that night, and I had my

doubts, but..."

Jungkook's black and grey eyes remained

unreadable, but the corners of his lips lifted.

"You're much prettier than I remembered, kim taehyung."

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