Mafia Boss (taekook ff)

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Taehyung's POV

"Can you stop screaming?" I snapped, grabbing the guy by the collar, my patience wearing thin.

"V, calm down and let go of him," Hoseok said firmly.

"V? You mean the mafia boss?" the smaller guy stammered, looking terrified.

"That's right. Got a problem with that?" I said coldly.

"Damn, are you made of ice or something?" the bunny-looking guy muttered. I shot him a sharp glare, and he immediately looked away, intimidated.

Yoongi stepped forward. "I'm Min Yoongi, also known as Agust D."

"And I'm Jung Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi. Also, Yoongi's my boyfriend," Hoseok added with a grin.

The small guy swallowed nervously before bowing slightly. "I-I'm Park Jimin. You can just call me Jimin."

"No need to be shy, babe," Hoseok teased.

"W-what? B-babe? I—" Jimin stuttered, only to be cut off by Yoongi.

"You belong to us now. We bought you, so you better get used to it," Yoongi stated bluntly. Jimin froze in shock.

"And you?" I turned to the other guy.

"Jeon Jungkook. You can call me Kook or Jungkook," he introduced himself with a hesitant smile.

Yoongi nodded. "Nice to meet you, Jungkook."

I sighed. "Alright, let's go. I'm getting bored."

Jungkook furrowed his brows. "Wait, what's your name?"

I smirked. "Kim Taehyung, but you can call me V. Or better yet, Daddy."

Jungkook scoffed. "Yeah, not happening."

I leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Oh, but you will. Because I own you now. And disobedience comes with consequences."

He gulped, his confidence wavering as a faint blush crept up his cheeks.

"Blushing already?" I teased.

"Shut up! I am not blushing!" he protested, turning away.

I smirked, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward the exit. "Let's go. We have a long night ahead."

Jimin gasped. "Kookie!"

"Relax, he's coming with us," I said before pushing Jungkook into the front seat of my car. Jimin, Yoongi, and Hoseok followed, settling in the back.

As I started the engine, I placed my hand on Jungkook's thigh.

"S-stop that, Taehyung," he muttered, pushing my hand away.

I put it back, unfazed. "I told you what to call me. Understand?"

Jungkook hesitated before nodding slightly.

"Good boy," I murmured, ruffling his hair.

Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin's POV

"So, babe, how old are you?" Hoseok asked Jimin casually.

"Uh... I-I'm 22," Jimin answered hesitantly.

"Cute. We're older than you then," Yoongi said, smirking.

"How old are you guys?" Jimin asked.

"I'm 24, and Yoongi's 26," Hoseok replied.

Jimin nodded. "Oh."

"Are you bi?" Yoongi asked bluntly.

Jimin shook his head. "No. I'm gay."

"Top or bottom?" Hoseok inquired.

Jimin blinked before laughing nervously. "Oh, definitely a bottom."

Yoongi chuckled. "Figures. A bottom sub, too?"

Jimin swallowed hard but nodded, a faint blush on his cheeks.

Jungkook's POV

"So why were you guys at the auction?" Yoongi asked, his tone more serious now.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably. "We weren't. Last thing I remember, four guys were forcing me and Kookie to go with them. I blacked out, but I'm pretty sure I saw Kookie try to run."

I nodded. "I did... but someone caught me, and then everything went dark."

Taehyung's deep voice cut through the conversation. "We're here."

Jungkook's eyes widened as he looked at the massive mansion. "This... this is your house?"

"Surprised?" Taehyung smirked.

Jungkook hesitated before nodding. "It's... amazing."

Taehyung chuckled. "Glad you like it, baby boy."

"Like it? I love it!" Jungkook grinned, practically running to the entrance.

Jimin followed close behind. "Wait for me, Kookie!"

"Excited, huh?" Taehyung murmured as he opened the door. "Go ahead."

Jungkook stepped inside, his eyes lighting up as he took in the luxurious interior. "Whoa... this is incredible. It looks straight out of a dream."

Jimin let out a low whistle. "Damn. You guys are really rich."

Jungkook turned to him, concern flashing in his eyes. "You okay, hyung?"

"Yeah, just... a little exhausted," Jimin admitted.

Hoseok stepped in. "Come on, babe. You need rest."

Jungkook, meanwhile, was too busy wandering around, inspecting every corner of the house with awe.

Taehyung sighed and collapsed onto the couch, rubbing his temple. "Yuna!"

His personal maid appeared almost instantly. "Yes, Mr. Kim?"

"Bring me a glass of wine."

"Right away, sir," she replied, walking off.

Taehyung leaned back, glancing at Jungkook, who was still looking around in wonder. A smirk played on his lips.

"Welcome home, baby boy."