Dominator's Property | Taekook

Chapter 13

Jungkook pov

He was sitting on that couch staring at me like he wanted to have me for breakfast. Right now, to me, he looked like what a cunning devil might look like if he were disguised as a handsome man. 

He'd come into the ice cream parlor on my last day there and flirted with me.Today he looked like the same guy but acted different --- almost like he was the evil twin.The light and playfulness in his eyes wasn't there. There was intensity instead, something I could only think to describe as a sort of darkness. His body was broad and muscular but not bulky. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows I could see swirly tribal-looking tattoos on a forearm. His jaw was tight as he assessed me. I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't know if I should try to reason with him, to plead for him to let me go, or to sit there and shut up and see what his next move would be.

I couldn't take the pain in my feet any longer. I sat on the edge of the bed. My feet were freaking killing me.I took off my shoes and flexed my toes in relief. I looked up and he was staring at my legs.

I wanted to ask 'what, exactly?' again but suspected I wouldn't get a straight answer, so I said, "I'm, uh, I'm expected tonight at a graduation party. And tomorrow I'm supposed to move into my own apartment, and..."

He cut me off, "Obviously, things have changed."

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

"If there's anything important from your old life, it can be picked up. Or we don't look back and I replace everything." He was still looking at my legs."So, that means..." I wasn't getting it. Did this mean he wanted to marry me? He didn't even know me!

"Let's see how this goes, call it a trial engagement," he said, answering my unspoken question, "There are some ground rules. I'll fill you in on those shortly. Right now I have something to do. It's best that you stay here until I go over the rules with you."

"Wait, trial engagement? What if I refuse?"

He snickered and then raised a brow at me challengingly, "You don't want me to answer that."

 A chill crawled up my spine. "So, I'm your fiancé now? Just like that?" I said in disbelief.

Then he gave me a grin, "Just like that." He got up and left. He just left me there, sitting on the bed. What on earth?

I heard a text alert on my phone.It was Yugy.

* Can't wait to c u tonite ;) U looked hot today. So who the fuck was that asshole in the beamer?

The door swung back open and Taehyung snatched my phone from my hand, "You can have your phone after we go over the rules." His eyes were a bit crazed as he looked at the screen and then put my phone into his pocket, "You won't be seeing Yugyeom again." I frowned. The door shut.

Trial engagement? Based on what, on an order from a mafia godfather? No romantic candlelit dinner with a guy who loved me down on one knee in candlelight telling me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Nope. Instead I got a forced engagement with underlying threats. Lovely. What now, though?How could I get out of this without getting hurt or killed or without Dad getting hurt or killed?

Taehyung pov

His phone rang a little while later with the name, "kai" on it. I ignored it. Then a text came through from the name "Taemin" with "Where the bleep r u and who was THAT who you left with?" I shut it off. My own phone rang immediately afterwards. I glanced at the screen and debated rejecting the call but shook my head and answered, "Yeah, Pop?"

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Who do you think will win the playoffs? What do you think I mean? What about the boy?"

"I haven't decided yet," I answered.

"Of course you have, Tae. Please. Like I don't know you. You tell me you really haven't decided and I'll be a..."

I cut him off, "Pop, give me five minutes, will ya?"

"I'll give you a few days. Dinner Sunday at my house. If you're keeping him,bring him with you. Then we'll celebrate. If you come alone...well..."I had things to do. The sooner they were done, the sooner I'd be back in my bedroom with him.

"Gotta go, Pop."

"Okay, my boy." He said and I could almost see his cocky smile through the phone. I ended the call.

Jungkook pov

I was pacing. What else could I do? I was in this bedroom, waiting for him to come and tell me what his rules were. Rules. Pfff. I couldn't believe this.A million thoughts flitted through my brain and I couldn't think straight. All I could do right now was pace back and forth. I could try to walk out and leave but what would happen if I did? All the scary dudes and the gates and everything made me think it'd just be a waste of my time. But there had to be a way out of this. Could I reason with this guy?

Taehyung pov

I stepped into the bedroom a few hours later and he was sitting on my bed,watching TV. The sight of this boy in my bed stirred my sex drive big time.He had his feet tucked under himself and was against my pillows, hugging one against himself.His eyes were a little puffy. He'd been crying.

His eyes widened at the sight of me. I strolled to the other side of the bed and sat down beside him. I could see he was trying to stay frozen in place but he was failing. He was trembling. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a heart shaped black velvet ring box. I put it on the bed between us. He looked at the box like it might bite him.

"You're not ready to wear it yet, that's fine. I'll put it on the table and we'll discuss later. Our engagement is contingent on several things, we'll see how it goes, but in the meantime there are a few rules. Want a drink? We can discuss."He closed his eyes and nodded. I could see that a tear had squeezed out. He was chewing his juicy-looking bottom lip. Before I could calculate the move, the back of my hand touched the tear. He winced. Involuntarily, I groaned low in my throat. It must've sounded like a growl to him. Goosebumps rose on his arms. I pulled my hand back, got up, then walked to the wet bar, dropping the ring box on the dresser on the way.

My room was fairly self-contained. There was a small fridge, a fully stocked bar,an office area, sitting area, ensuite bathroom, and doors that led to a balcony that had a hot tub and stairs that led down to the backyard where there was a pool. Pop had bought me this house and presented it to me a few months ago on my 29th birthday as a surprise. In hindsight, I should've known that this, the engagement, was the next step. It had five other bedrooms,quarters for staff, and a two bedroom pool house. Why did I need all this space unless I was starting a family? I was still getting used to the house, having people around all the time.

He'd been inching me toward taking the next step for well over 2 years and now he was gifting me with a life partner so that I could easily step in without raising anyone's eyebrows at his choice to hand me the reins. It'd be my wedding and his retirement party all on the same day.