F*cking the Enemy

28

It's finally time to meet again with your lover after what seems like forever... Jungkook has left for work with a goodbye kiss, insisting on you to share your location with him using your phone, and every fiber in your being hums with excitement. Just the idea of touching Taehyung again feels like a sinful treat as you grab whatever clothes you have clean inside the drawers Jungkook had graciously provided. A light layer of makeup and several useless attempts to tame the frizz in your hair makes you think you truly need to talk to your boyfriend about this living situation; perhaps moving all your stuff here... or maybe getting a bigger apartment... After all, he's been holding you hostage for over a week and you can't be running back and forth every time you want to look decent. But this time it's actually a commodity that you still have your own place, because you want to spend time with Tae in a simpler setting. No more fancy mansions or VIP lounges, uncomfortable cars or expensive hotel rooms... It's fun to think of him in humble environments, making you curious about how he'll deal with the lack of butlers and on call chefs at your place.
Since he's no stranger to picking locks, you decide to meet him inside your apartment so as not to expose him too much; he's a man on the run after all...
Once you open your apartment's door you find him wandering around the living room with a curious expression and casual clothes, which make him look like an actual angel.
-I'm sorry for the mess, I haven't been here in days...- you say after catching a breath as he walks briskly to meet you at the door with a wide smile on his perfectly plump crafted cheeks.
-Jagi!- he hugs you warmly, his body adjusting perfectly to yours as your heart beats faster by the second.
His enticing lips taste so good you have to resist the urge to bite them off, and like clockwork, your insides twist and turn in yearning for his touch. You rub your face against his, inhaling every bit of his delicious scent while his breathing turns more labored and erratic.
-I missed you so much bear...
There's no time for catching up: he starts removing your sweater over your head while you try unbuttoning his pants. You guide him to your bedroom with his lips still in your mouth and lay back on the bed so he can have you... As he runs his mouth all over your naked torso you have to repress tears from how good it feels to be touched by him.
-You look so beautiful Jagi...- he mutters passionately in between his sensual kisses all over your body.
-I look like a rugrat Tae... I haven't done my makeup or hair in days...- you reply while he slips your jeans off your waist and legs.
-You don't need any of that Jagi...- he answers while going back to your lips and playing with your pussy in between his fingers -...you're absolute perfection...
Being called perfect by the most beautiful human you have ever seen is something that shakes you to your core. Not that you had ever been insecure per say, but you had never seen yourself as that. Good at your job, sure... attractive, yeah... how else could you have pulled Jungkook... but never perfect... Yet
as you look at the wardrobe door's mirror to the right, at the image of a gorgeous man feasting on a gorgeous women's luminous naked skin, you start to assimilate his statement as part of the reality.
-Baby, I can't wait any longer... just fuck me...- you plead with your lover who had started to devour and tease your hardened nipples without an ounce of mercy.
He doesn't need much convincing to grab his cock and enter your leaking core with it, not taking his lips away from the skin of your neck to do that.
You trow your head to the opposite side of the room in dispair from how good his dick feels, filling you up and stretching you out... but a ray of sunshine pokes your eye, coming from a slit in the semi-closed curtains, and forces you to look down to the lamp on the side table. There's an unusual object attached to it: a tiny white rectangle on its base that camouflages perfectly with the lamp's color.
-Wait...- you announce lifting your back off the bed slightly, and subtly shake Taehyung as he struggles to come back to reality.
When he does, you point at the object and his brows both raise up with alarm and curiosity.
-Get dressed...- you immediately warn him with anxiety bubbling up in your stomach, while he withdraws from inside you.
You grab Namjoon's hoodie, which was still folded on your other bedside table and half put it on while throwing yourself to your phone and typing: 'someone put a microphone on my apartment' to Jungkook. Feeling entirely idiotic for suggesting to meet at your old apartment you continue to find clothes to put on.
Luckily enough your underwear was inside your jeans and it's easy to put them both on before your sneakers, but it's too late. There are audible steps outside of your room...
Your lover is quick to go out of the room to check but that was a mistake. You hear a commotion in the living room, and as soon as you run to his aid you find him in a corner with a gun being pointed at his head and the room swarmed with at least 10 thugs armed to their teeth.
One of them grabs you by the collar of your hoodie and pokes your stomach with his gun while you have to ignore your drive to fight back. At the same time another man, less physically threatening than the others walks through the front door next to none other than Agent Foster.
-That was quite a show you both put on...- the voice of the blonde stranger reaches your ear. It's unusually velvety and melodious for a man, just like his looks: pale golden hair, plush lips and doll like eyes... inhumanly beautiful...
The skinny bitch next to him is deviously smiling, she really must hate you from the looks of his smug, satisfied expression.
-My name is Park Jimin, new CEO of Park Corporation...
Taehyung looks annoyed more than anything, likely punishing himself for not having jumped out the window to escape instead of facing the threat head on.
-Anyways, I apologize... I should probably thank you for my inheritance... but I still can't allow people to think they can mess with my name, so...
-And I'm locking you up for a long time...- Foster adds salaciously with his sight set on you.
-Fuck you, whore...- you reply parsimoniously, wondering what plans Park Jimin had for Taehyung.
Jimin smiles in response to your insult and shortens the distance between the both of you, he gets close enough to caress your hair away from your face with teasing malevolence.
-Don't touch her...- Taehyung's deep voice threatens Jimin but he's met with a punch that breaks his bottom lip bloody from the thug that was cornering him.
-Actually, I changed my mind... I'm taking her too...
-What?- Foster snaps back with anger -... That wasn't part of the deal... You can't do that!!!
Jimin doesn't even waste his time replying to her as she's being whisked away by a couple of men, disappearing beyond your field of vision.
You can tell your phone is vibrating in your pocket but luckily, with the noises of the commotion from forcing the two of you out of the apartment and into two different vehicles, nobody notices it.
This Park Jimin guy must obviously know what the both of you are capable of because he didn't spare any expense to hire as many guards as he did and had every single one of your extremities secured with steal chains.
Once you're on the move, you hope Taehyung is okay but at this point only a miracle will get the both of you out of this situation alive. Even if Jungkook knows where you are you doubt he'll be able to do much, and the last thing you want is for him to get killed trying to rescue you, but at this point he's your only hope.