ANTI - HERO

Fuck Me Hard Sir Jeon

It had been two days since Jungkook was avoiding Tae. He was informed that Jungkook had given him leave. But Jungkook wasn't talking to Tae at all. He was busy in meetings, even when he went out, he would take his other guards with him.

Basically, Tae was asked to take rest for two days. But no one knew that Tae was growing restless. He couldn't believe the effect Jungkook had on him. Just two days of separation was killing him. He was yearning for Jungkook's touch. To touch him anywhere or everywhere.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Tae wiped his tears. He didn't want the tears to flow down. He wasn't that weak. But his insides were burning.

Sighing, he asked himself in head – was he so pathetic?

No!

But then why? Why was he yearning for Jungkook so much? This was getting unhealthy. He needed to get Jungkook off his system. And there was only one way to do it.

To complete his mission as soon as possible.

But how – how would he kill this man?

Closing his eyes, he saw faces of Namjoon and Jin. They were like his brothers and trusted him so much. He had to do it for the team.

Sighing, Tae opened his eyes and looked at his body. He was sitting in a black underwear.

He needed to get close to Jungkook again. And that was the only way through which he could kill him. Jungkook was so mesmerized by Tae that he wouldn't even notice if Tae poisoned him. He needed to wrap Jungkook around his fingers and that was possible only through one way.

He ran his hand through his body and felt a tinge when it reached his thighs. He so fucking wanted Jungkook.

He was so desperate that he would have sold his soul to the devil just for one touch.

Nodding his head, he made a decision.

Jungkook was busy drinking in one of the richest sex bars of the country.

Even though he was surrounded by his friends, guards, women, young boys he felt bored and uninterested.

He saw Tara coming in with two shots in her hand and a young boy of merely 19 following her.

She sat down and gulped both the shots and the boy just sat staring at her shocked.

"What?" she yelled since the music was loud, "You go get yourself one. I am not giving mine."

The boy stood up with a dejected face as Tara yelled, "Please – get two for me as well."

Jungkook scoffed and began lecturing her, "Tara – stop it. You will end up puking in some college boy's home. You always do. And then you end up seducing these young boys and fucking them."

Tara laughed, adjusting her crown. Yes, she was wearing a crown and a flared pink dress like some bubblegum princess.

Who could say she made gay porno?

Stopping her laughter, Tara gasped, "Oh my! Baby – look who's here."

Jungkook shook his head and moved a girl's thigh from his leg. Looking up he saw Tae.

Fuck!

He never thought the boy would look so pretty ever.

Plus, he was wearing Jungkook's gift. The red shirt and those earrings.

He stood like a damsel in distress, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Sir Jeon," he called in a broken voice, "Can we talk?"

Tara had a smirk plastered on her face and she knew where this would lead.

"Jungkook," Tara poked Jungkook's arm, "He wants to talk to you."

Jungkook nodded his head, closing his mouth and got up.

Tae walked ahead as Tara slid a key for special, sound proof room in Jungkook's pocket, "Thank me later properly, baby."

The key was wrapped in a plastic which also had a condom.

Jungkook almost blushed and shook his head.

Biting his lip, Tae waited nervously in a corner from where they could see people drinking and dancing.

Jungkook smiled, "Hi!"

He wanted to compliment Tae but felt weird and unnecessary.

Tae didn't pay attention to his words, "Why are you avoiding me?"

Jungkook was taken aback by the sudden question.

"Um – I am not."

"Yes, you are," Tae insisted, his voice breaking, "You – you gave me a leave of 2 days. How? I mean – you didn't discuss with me. plus, you didn't even meet me once since that day. You are clearly avoiding me, Sir Jeon."

Jungkook stayed in his place not touching Tae, "I am sorry if you feel that way Tae. But I am really busy. Plus, you said you needed some space."

"I never said it," Tae blurted out and bit his tongue, "Maybe I did. Because I am stupid. But I don't need space."

The music and lights changed to something more soothing. It sounded like jazz.

Jungkook understood it had to be Tara's work.

"Then what do you need Tae?" Jungkook asked licking his lip ring.

Tae opened his mouth and closed it, "I – I don't know. I – just wanted to see you – I am so fucking confused."

Jungkook nodded his head, "If you are confused then – clear your mind Tae – and then perhaps we can talk."

"You want me to leave?" Tae had those doe eyes staring at Jungkook.

Jungkook shrugged, "If you want – you stay. I didn't mean –"

"You didn't even compliment me Sir Jeon," Tae whined like a baby, "I wore your present. You didn't even say a word. How am I looking?"

Tae looked down, tears in his eyes, "I look hideous, don't I?"

"Fuck!" Jungkook groaned and grabbed Tae's waist, moving their bodies closer, "Don't ever say that. You are so – oh god Taehyung, you look so fuckable. You have no idea. I have been hard all the time you are whining."

Tae let out a chuckled as Jungkook kissed Tae's cheek and the tear streaming down.

Being a bit bold, Tae kissed Jungkook's mole under his lips, "Then fuck me, Sir Jeon. Fuck me hard!"