Taekook One Shots

20. part 4

This is going to be a little longer than usual because I didn't want to make a part 5.

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"Come in," Jeongguk's smooth tone beckons him in.

Taehyung balances the shaky tray on his left arm and using his right, he gingerly pushes the door open.

Jeongguk is seated at his desk, his paperwork strewn haphazardly around his mahogany desk top. He slowly shuts the door before taking careful steps towards him. He gently places the food tray on the edge of the surface, a good distance away from the precious documents.

Jeongguk doesn't utter a word the entire time.

Taehyung straightens up abruptly. There's a sudden compulsion to dash from the office and never look back. His gut writhes with unexplained panic, urging him to get out of the office as fast as he can. Alarm bells blare in his head. Taehyung realizes that Jeongguk's pheromones are permeating the air and creating a dense blanket all around them.

Without looking at the king, he spins around, his feet begin carrying him towards the exit. Just as he reaches for the doorknob Jeongguk's voice slices through the silence like a hot knife through butter.

"Stop," the single command is not shouted out. It is soft, firm and meaningful.

Immediately he halts in his tracks, dropping his arm to his side. Tae gradually turns back around and looks to the king who is now surveying him menacingly. This isn't the Jeongguk he has come to know. This Jeongguk is the very same person he'd met when he first got here. The same predator that pinned him against the wall, choking him, ready to tear him apart if necessary.

"Come here, doll," he beckons casually and taps his lap.

Taehyung hesitates for a second before stepping towards the brooding king. He lowers himself onto his lap, making sure to sit closer to his knees. Jeongguk then grips onto his waist and pulls him back towards him, pressing his front against his back.

The king reaches forward and elegantly picks up the wine. He gently swirls the contents around as Taehyung sits stiff against him.

"This is my favourite wine," Jeongguk states casually. The glass disappears from Taehyung's view as Jeongguk brings it up to his face. The impostor jerks his head to face the king in alarm. He almost shouts for him to stop, his arm twitching to knock the glass from his hand.

He freezes when he sees the king bring the glass up to his nose to sniff the pungent odor of the aged wine.

Jeongguk lifts his eyes and stares at Taehyung.

"Would you like some, Doll?" a menacing smirk pulls at the king's lips.

Taehyung shakes his head in refusal. "No, my king. This is your food and drink. I could never-"

"But I insist, Doll," Jeongguk takes one of Taehyung's hands and pushes the glass into it. "Drink,"

Taehyung doesn't realize he's trembling until he begins to lift the glass to his lips. He has no choice but to obey. Jeongguk's other hand grips firmly onto his waist as he drinks.

"All of it," he deep voice rumbles at Taehyung who starts lowering the glass after a single sip.

He shakily presses the glass to his lips once more and downs the contents. His gut churns with fear.

"Good boy," Jeongguk smiles but it isn't a friendly one. He takes the glass from the chameleon's quivering grip and softly places it back onto the desk top.

"Did you enjoy it, Doll?" Jeongguk strokes Taehyung's hair as if he were a puppy that finally did his trick right.

"Y-yes, my king," this response draws a soft chuckle from the other's chest.