listen before i go - vkook | REWRITING

who would i be

Eventually, the dominating, demonic presence stepped out of the bedroom and left the young Taehyung with his thoughts. Gentle eyes slowly raked across his fingers, noticing just how badly he had picked at them while desperately wishing Jeon would just leave. What had he done to deserve this? He was always a good son, always took care of his parents and even his grandparents...

Who even was this? And why was his boss so afraid of him?

Well, just a few minutes alone with him answered the second question. The man was a well-dressed Devil. There was no other explanation for it.

The young boy drug the blankets over his shivering body, and relaxed himself into the sheets. Those gentle, soft, silken sheets that had woken him up previously. As his mind began to slow and the blissful escape of sleep began to overcome him, the sound of quiet whispers and whimpers invaded his ears.

"J-Jeonny... Please... I've been good today," A quiet voice breathed out from the hallway, desperate and pleading. A loud booming grunt came soon after, followed by the noise of a scream and a thud against the wall outside of the bedroom he resided in. "Shut the fuck up, whore. You're useless. Can't even get me off? What do I keep you for, huh? Stupid fuck."

After a few more pathetic whimpers, the sound finally seemed to seep away into the walls, further into the hell that Taehyung had found himself in.

Ah. Another poor soul who had fallen into this man's trap. Maybe one day he'd meet him?

If he ever got out of here, he'd take him with.

Taehyung had been there before, in a previous relationship... never again. He'd die first.

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The next day, Taehyung was once again graced with the overwhelming presence of the Haedoje Pa's leader. He carried with him the scent of iron, and eyes of a devil. They were never-ending pits of blackness, like a soul could not penetrate them, no matter how desperately they tried.

Blood caked beneath Jeon's fingernails as he irritatedly dug his slender fingers between the greasy, sweat-beaded locks of hair atop his head.

"Another one of my fucking men just died." The powerful man paused, his soulless eyes raking their way across the baseboards of the bedroom he'd held Taehyung in. "You're built well, but you're not worthy of being by my side just yet... Shit. What to do?"

The perfectly polished dress shoes clicked against the shellack of the hardwood, the hands in Jeon's hair beginning to slow. "Ah. I see." Yet another moment of silence followed. This man's mind constantly ran in circles, Taehyung thought, and yet they never seemed to truly connect.

"You'll be trained. And, most importantly, if you value your life? I'd listen. My men will report what you do and what happens to you daily. If you fuck up," Jeon spoke aloud, taking intimidating, lengthy strides in Taehyung's direction. "I'll rip your tongue out and hang it on the wall for decoration, and your eyes too. You won't see the sun ever again. Am I clear?"

As Taehyung had just barely begun to nod, an icy-hot hand roughly grasped at his chin, jerking his head in an upward manner aggressively enough to leave prints. "Answer me." Hazel eyes glazed over with tears as they moved to meet the black holes, catching the glimmer from the dimly lit lamp beside him. Why did Jeon have to choose him?

After roughly displacing his chin, Jeon had gotten the chance to finally look at him. Really, truly look at him.

The boy personified what the textbook idea of an angel was to be. His hair bore the shimmer of the heavens against its natural gray tone, small streaks of white-blond sprinkled here and there. His eyes were large and round, the definition of childlike innocence and glee, with gentle freckles dotted across his nose and cheeks. To top the boy's ethereal visage off, his lips were perfectly thick, both top and bottom. Rosy-red colored, yet not too deep.

They were greatly bitten, as the boy had been never-endingly anxious these past few days.

The Jeon Head stepped away, his eyes downcast and refusing to meet Taehyung's.

"I have sold you off. I will not see you again until you are ready. Ready to die for me."