Hush Little Baby [VMinKook]

97

Mount Everest - Labrinth

Taehyung was not happy.

Hell, he was anything but fucking happy since he woke up this morning.

It's still Saturday and he hasn't gotten a proper rest from his hangover.

And his body still hurts so you can imagine how fucking pissed and annoyed he is right now that he is sitting here, on the passenger side of Taemin's car, traveling all the way to Phoenix territory.

Just because someone thought it was fucking cute to challenge and take over the Karma name.

Ridiculous.

Sure, he's not fight anymore, isn't Karma either, but he legacy still is his.

He was the roughest bastard of the streets.

And still fucking is.

"Do you have a plan to what you will do when you see him?"

Taehyung was too far into glaring at the trees they're passing by to digest Taemin's question, but after it did his fist coils tightly against his temple, lips snarling angrily.

"I will politely punch him across the face until he chokes on his teeth."

This actually made Taemin chuckle a little, casting a side eye glance to Taehyung with a hand on the wheel while the other adjusts his black cap, "Charming, but I wouldn't recommend it just yet. Measure your enemies before attacking."

Taehyung shifts his eyes to Taemin, "Is that from your assassination handbook?"

"You'd be surprised with what you may find in there, I'll tell you that."

Lazily Taehyung tsk under his breath with an eye roll, twitching a grin, "Why are you helping me? I thought Tiny had all your attention."

"He is special, yes," Taemin admits, not fighting the small smirk to Taehyung's glare, "And because he's special, I must make sure everyone around him is safe. Consider yourself the VIP of my attention."

"I'm so honored."

"You should be," And boldly Taemin eases a hand from the gear handle to Taehyung's thigh, "I give great attention."

Taehyung nonchalantly glances to his hand on his thigh and uses his long fingers to wrap it around Taemin's dainty hand, feeling the texture of his skin against his own.

He has soft hands.

"You're quiet bold," Taehyung ventures, a small dark grin twitching the corner of his lips, "A little bratty. No wonder Yeosang got obsessed with you."

That was definitely the twist knot in Taemin's soul because immediately his expression dropped, quickly removing his hand from Taehyung's - who was laughing to himself before proceeding to look outside.

He wasn't done yet.

"Must suck on waiting for someone who promised the same in return," Taehyung continues, noticing the tight grip Taemin has on the wheel, "Only to find out he's giving dick to another person who just loves his attention -"

The car suddenly came to an abrupt stop to the side of the highway.

Followed by a familiar click to the side of Taehyung's temple.

Taehyung's smirk didn't fade away, only shifting his gaze to the side to see a gun pointed to his face with Taemin's murderous glare looming over him.

Oh he got him good this time.

"You..... Have some balls saying that shit to me right now," Taemin snarls lowly, "I don't care if you're Gatita's boyfriend. Stick with that tongue," The gun now is pointed down between Taehyung's legs, "And you won't have a dick to jerk off to."