Babydoll

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Taehyung was usually going to school by train, arriving to the train station on his bike from the new house he was living in. It wasn’t too far away and he didn’t mind the public transport. They never had lots of money so he was used to it and he even liked it. He was often finding inspiration in different people he met there and then he was painting them.

Sometimes when one of the guys had some business in the city, they would take him with a car.

He was getting used to the life in the new house. He wouldn’t even know it was a gang’s base if he didn’t know it. Everything went past him. Yoongi didn’t want him to get involved in anything so he was spending most of his time just in his room or the kitchen or the lounge. He didn’t even know other parts of the house, only the part of the third floor that he lived in with the seven men but he supposed there was some meeting room and maybe even basement. He sometimes imagined what was happening in that basement, if there were some illegal substances or even some prisoners. He soon realized that the thought did really nothing to him.

He didn’t see Jungkook often, the man was spending most of his time either in his study or outside, doing god knows what. Taehyung sometimes wondered what he was doing, if he was just giving orders or if he was actually doing the dirty work. Jungkook’s eyes were telling him that he was taking care of things himself. He had this dangerous glint in them, the eyes of a murderer.

He wasn’t scared though, he knew his hyung wasn’t a saint either just like the other guys but he knew them and they were all really nice people. He wasn’t judging them. He never judged anyone, everyone had their reasons for what they were doing. Yoongi did everything for him so he could have as normal life as possible. Namjoon and Seokjin were born into this life. Namjoon was previous boss’ other son and Seokjin was a son of one of his closest men. Hoseok had similar destiny like he and Yoongi and Jimin…well he had probably the worst past. One evening, maybe a year ago, Jimin told Taehyung his story. He was sold by his own parents as a sex slave to some gang when he was fifteen and Jungkook’s gang saved him few years later. They all had dark pasts and Taehyung’s would be much worse if it wasn’t for Yoongi.

Taehyung was painting a lot, he wanted to fill his new room with pictures so it wouldn’t look so dull. He liked colours and art, he wasn’t the fan of white walls.

He was also spending a lot of time in the backyard. It was huge and there was even a swimming pool but it was November so he couldn’t really swim. But he didn’t mind, he was walking around, sometimes sitting on a bench, doing some sketches. He hardly ever left the house without some sketchbook and pen, he never knew when inspiration hits him.

One afternoon, he was sitting outside behind the house when he noticed Jungkook. The older man sat down on a bench few meters in front of him. It didn’t look like the older man noticed him as he raised his face towards the weak sun, closing his eyes. He was wearing black skinny jeans, black boots and black jacket over a black shirt. Taehyung didn’t know what he expected. In the movies, gangsters were always portrayed either with chains around their necks and hood fashion or in neat and expensive suits. Jungkook didn’t wear either. His today’s outfit was his typical attire from what Taehyung has noticed after the two weeks of living here.

He pulled out the sketchbook and a pen and started drawing absent-mindedly. He didn’t even realize he was drawing Jungkook until he was halfway through it. The older man looked really damn good in the weak sun. He was sitting with profile to Taehyung, his perfectly sculptured jaw fully visible as he was facing up.

Taehyung looked at the picture when he finished it. It was just simple portrait. He closed the book, getting up. He bit his lip, looking at the back door and then back at Jungkook. He knew he shouldn’t be bothering him and if Yoongi found out, he’d probably kill him but he felt intrigued to go to talk to the boss. He was really curious, he wanted to get to know him better. They were literally sleeping couple of doors from each other, sometimes eating together when Jungkook wasn’t out so it was only logical. Taehyung’s always been friendly and he started talking even with couple of guys from the gang that lived in other parts of the house.