Babydoll

13

There was this one dude in the house who started bothering Taehyung. He didn’t even know his name at first, before he learned it was Haneul. It started sometime after New Year’s Eve but since Taehyung didn’t see other gang members very often, he didn’t pay much attention to it.

The guy was weird sly, making Taehyung’s stomach curl uncomfortably with his remarks and weird looks. He decided not to think about it that much. He knew that he could’ve just told Yoongi, Jungkook or basically anyone and the guy would stop but he wasn’t some weak pussy, he didn’t need anyone saving him.

But then Haneul’s behaviour got really damn uncomfortable. Taehyung wondered how the guy would react if he knew about him being involved with the boss, he sure as hell wouldn’t be acting like this. Most of the gangsters were scared of Jeongguk and for good reasons. Taehyung knew from some of them that the boss didn’t think twice about punishing or even killing his own men when they did something he didn’t like.

But would Jungkook really do something? Taehyung felt that the boss’ feelings towards him were getting stronger but they never confessed anything to each other, they weren’t dating or anything. Maybe he was just Jungkook’s fuck and that was it. But he felt that the elder had a soft spot for him.

It was spring and Taehyung liked going to the backyard, whether it as to draw little bit, read or just relax. Most gangsters didn’t come here very often so the place was peaceful, sometimes it didn’t even seem like this was a gang house.

Today was one of those days he was just sitting on a bench, looking around, just watching blooming trees and flowers and listening to the chirping of birds.

“Well, hello, I see you’re all alone here,” a sleazy voice came from behind him. He jumped in surprise, rolling his eyes when he saw Haneul.

“And I’d like it to stay that way,” Taehyung said, annoyed.

“Aw, why so mean, kitten?” the gangster chuckled, sitting down on the bench next to him. Taehyung moved to make a bigger gap between them, squirming uncomfortably. He was thinking about leaving but the stubborn part of him didn’t want to give Haneul the satisfaction. He hated that he was calling him pet names, only Jungkook was allowed to do that.

“Get away from me,” Taehyung said, looking calmly at the guy.

“Or what?”

“I am gonna tell Yoongi-hyung or Jungkook-hyung and I think I don’t have to tell you what would happen,” the younger said casually.

“As if Jungkook gave two shits about you,” Haneul snorted.

“You’d be surprised,”

“Come on, kitten, I can tell that you are lonely, probably looking for a dick to ride,” Haneul put a hand on Taehyung’s thigh, inching closer: “I will gladly give you that.”

“Sorry I already ride better dick than yours,” Taehyung glared at him and got up abruptly. Before he could even make two steps, Haneul grabbed his wrist harshly, making him hiss in pain.

“I don’t like when people reject me,” the gangster growled.

“Then maybe you have some mommy issues. Go solve them somewhere else because I am not interested,” Taehyung got out through gritted teeth, trying to shake off the other’s hand but the grip on his wrist tightened. It was actually very painful.

“You’ve got claws, I like that,” Haneul chuckled: “I think you are gonna change your mind, kitten.”

“Dream on,” the blonde glared at him, finally managing to free himself from the grasp. He didn’t wait as he turned around, walking quickly to the house. He didn’t notice a silhouette in the window in the corner of the third floor.