Black Hand

18

I meet Alex at the airport. We head out to where the private planes are. We board the plane and tell the pilot to take us to Warsaw. We make it to the runway and the speed of the plane increases. Faster. Faster. Faster. And before we know it, the plane is above ground. Tires folded inside. The wings outstretched, ready to cut through air. We have 8 hours in the air before landing.

"Yoongi."

I hear Alex say my name. I turn to face him. "Hmm?"

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"You can talk. No guarantee I'll listen." I take a shot of whiskey.

"Are you happy in your new relationship with Zora?" He wonders. Something in him can sense the truth.

"Yeah. I am." I lie.

"I know you. You're lying." He turns in his chair to directly look at me.

"A..lex what do you want from me? Huh? I wasn't at my fullest when I was with you. You controlled me. It's supposed to be the other way around. The Black Hand is my organization. Mine. You came in and chipped me away into some vulnerable dickhead who has a weak spot. You are my Achilles heel. And I hate you for it. This is much deeper than you yelling at me for not having a term of endearment for you. It's much deeper than you following Detective Choi's orders in arresting me. It's you making me not the better version of myself. No. Instead you destroyed me as a person. I'm supposed to be a ruthless mafia boss. But all people saw those 4 years was a pussy. I made choices to save you. Before that I wouldn't have cared who died. Every person I was with: Zora, Mikah, Vicky, Taylor, Caleb, Bash. They were all use and throw. I reconnected with Zora but again, I don't care for him. If it came to, I wouldn't care if he lived or not. But with you. I cared. I had a shred of humanity. I. Don't. Want. To. Feel. That. Ever. Again!"

Alex unbuckles the seatbelt and walks over to me and sits right in front of me. "Yoongi. I-- you're right. I did make you weak. But I also made you stronger. You don't blindly go into anything anymore because you have people to come home to. Is that so bad?"

"YES!" I shout.

"Uh sir? Is everything okay back there?" The pilot asks through the intercom.

"Yeah. Everything's fine." I respond.

"Yoongi, why is it so bad? Didn't you see the number of people who came to Taehyung's funeral?Do you not want that? To have people who care for you?"

"I...don't care." I shrug. "When we broke up, it was because I didn't choose you. That was the deciding factor. I don't want to be put in that position ever again. I can't stand there deciding if I choose you or if I choose the other option. Because I know I will choose you. Every time. That night I chose you too. I just chose both. And it ended in losing you. I chose both and I lost you. How does that help me? Make me stronger?"

"Then next time don't choose me. I can handle myself." He states.

"That was the whole reason.. or one of the reasons we broke up! YOU WERE PISSED I DIDN'T CHOOSE YOU!" I criticize. He puts his hand above my knee.

"Stop. Ace. Just stop. I'm not coming back to you." I push his hand off me. He smiles softly. "What are you smiling about?"

"You called me Ace." He calls me out.

"Sorry. Alex." I correct.

"Don't be. Yoongi, give us another chance. It's been over 4 months. Come on. You can't erase 4 years. We have a bond whether you like it or not."

"Alex. Shut the fuck up. No. I'm not giving it another chance." I stand my ground.

"Fine. Then use and throw." He suggests. Alex leans forward and kisses me. A rush of feelings swallowed me. I kiss him back, begging for more. He snakes his hand up to my nape and presses a button making the seat lay flat. I attempt to push him away but my body says otherwise. He smirks, tracing his hand down my body and wrapping his fingers around my erect dick. I stifle a moan, which pisses Alex off. He bites my lip, pulling, drawing blood. His hand squeezes tightly around my dick. Rips off my pants and pushes my legs up in the air. He takes out his dick and shoves it inside me. I hold a moan in again. At this point I'm doing it on purpose. I like seeing him pissed. Alex pushes it inside me entirely. I groan. He begins thrusting faster. Alex pulls out. He pushes me over, stomach down on the chair. Alex inserts his dick, lying down on his stomach, getting on top of me. He starts moving slowly, making sure he's inside me properly. Then begins to increase the speed. Alex extends my arms above my head, interlocking his left hand with mine as he pushes down into me and thrusting forward. He sucks my neck then holds the back of my neck and keeps my head down, shoving my face into the chair. Alex shoves in deeper and deeper.

"Alex. Stop. Stop. You have a girlfriend. I have Zora." I plead with him.

Alex shoves my head down harder. It's getting hard for me to breathe. "You know very well I literally don't care." He sits up, pulling me up with him. I stay on all fours. My ass is pushed back.

"Yoongi. Come back to me." Alex stands up getting off the chair. He thrusts into me. Slaps my ass and scratches it down. Leaving traces.

Chhh "this is your captain speaking. We will be arriving in 10 minutes in Warsaw, Poland" the pilot says over the intercom.

Alex goes harder. Then cums inside me. When he pulls out, he turns me around again so this time I'm facing him, and makes me clean up the cum off his dick.

The plane wobbles. Tires coming out of the hatches under the plane. I look out the window. We are just a few feet off the ground. And suddenly the back tires make contact with the runway.

A second later, the front tire does the same.