Athe end of the day, I'm spent.Violence might be frowned upon by a bunch of ethical elites, but it's actually the only method that manages to calm me down.But that's not exactly the case right now.
I should've stayed at the mansion and bugged yoongi for another mission, to give myself something to do, but I found myself driving my way to the penthouse.The moment I step out of the elevator, I sense something different.No-I smell it or, more accurately, him. Clover, citrus, and a fucking conundrum.Sure enough, tae is sitting on the sofa, legs wide apart, elbows on his knees, and his fingers forming a steeple at his chin.God-fucking -damn -it. He's hot.
I can barely stop myself from reaching over and messing up his perfectly styled hair and put-together dark-blue polo shirt and khaki pants.Mr. GQ reporting for fucking duty.Upon seeing me, however, he doesn't seem to be here for round two.His expression is calm and composed, but I can sense the waves of a malicious storm whirling beneath.Still, I take an immense amount of pride in the fact that he let himself in for the second night in a row.
"I got you something." He reaches into his pants and throws something at my chest.I catch it and then frown. "A pack of condoms?"
"Figured you'd need it so you don't give people STIs."
"What...?"
He stands up with the same infuriating calm. "Good night, then."
"Wait-"
The moment I touch his wrist, he whirls around fast and slams me against the wall with an elbow on my throat."Don't fucking touch me," he grits out, his lips so close to mine, he almost kisses me with every word.I suppress a groan at how fucking sexy he looks when he's enraged. I take a shit ton of pride in the fact that I'm the only one who sees this side of him-rugged at the edges and different from the golden-boy image he wears in public.
He's perfect to the outside world but himself with me.So what do I do? What I do best, of course.Provoke him more.
"Are you mad about something, my lotus flower? Maybe a certain scene you saw earlier today?"
"Who the fuck do you think you are that I would notice you?"
"Oh, but you did." My fingers dig into his nape. "It's why you're losing your precious control right now. Tell me, tae, are you jealous?"
"Jealous? Over you? Not in this lifetime."
"In that case, should I call Simon to join us? That's his name, by the way, Simon. He's gay and loves threesomes. Or maybe you can sit down and watch as I rail him."He lifts his fist and punches me in the face. Oh fuck. He's really losing it, my Prince Charming.More.Give me more.
I grin up at him. "I take that as a no?"
"I'm going to fucking kill you."
"Promises, promises."
"Jungkook!"
"Yes, baby?"
"Don't baby me. In fact, we're done." He releases me with a shove. "Go to your Simon."
"No, fuck no." I clutch him by the wrist, then shove the condoms back in his hand. "I'm clean, asshole. I wouldn't have done that to you or anyone. In fact, I only fuck with condoms. Last night was the only exception."
He faces me, his eyes dark and shining with rage. "Was Simon also a exception?"
"No. Besides, I haven't been with anyone since the initiation."
"No one?"
I shake my head. "What about you? Should we get you tested,considering the jennie situation?"
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Our Demons//Taekook
FanfictionThe asshole clearly wants me, he's burning for it. His body language gives him away. Eyes darkening, nostrils flaring, and fingers holding my neck so lovingly-though he'd argue otherwise-and his huge dick is performing a standing ovation for me. But...
