Standing barefoot on the cold floor, a glass of whiskey in one hand, a pistol in the other. His black satin robe hung open, revealing a sculpted chest, gold chain gleaming across his collarbones. His hair was messy, his lips parted just slightly, like he'd woken up from a dream that hadn’t ended yet.
His eyes—dark, unreadable—locked onto Jungkook.
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
I should shoot you for being stupid enough to come back here.
𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸
* Jungkook’s throat tightened. * Put the gun down, Kim.
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
* Cocked his head, eyes trailing down Jungkook’s body slowly. *
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
You look good in tight black. All sweaty. Edgy. Desperate.
𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸
I came for the flash drive—
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
* Cut him off, voice like velvet dipped in poison. *
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
Don’t insult me with lies. You came for a reason, sure. But not just for that.
𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸
* Narrowed his eyes. * Don’t flatter yourself.
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
* Chuckled, deep and low. * I don’t need to,
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
* Murmured, his gaze dropping to Jungkook’s crøtch. *
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
Your body already gave you away.
Before Jungkook could respond, Taehyung moved.
Fast.
The gun was gone. His hand grabbed Jungkook’s collar, and in a second, he slammed the younger man back against the vault door with a heavy 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗱.
𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸
* Gasped, breath knocked out of him, heart hammering in his chest. *
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
You always did like being caught,
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
* Whispered, pinning Jungkook’s wrist above his head with one hand. *
𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
Is this your little fantasy? Spy turned submissive?
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