Kim Taehyung, also known as V, was one of the biggest mafia bosses in South Korea. He was ruthless, cunning, and feared by all who crossed his path. But there was one person who he would do anything for, who he was completely obsessed with, and that...
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Jimin's thoughts swirled like the leaves caught in the wind, mostly revolving around the handsome young man he was going to meet. It had been a month and half since they were dating and their chemistry was palpable.
Taehyung, on the other hand, had been smitten. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He found himself paying more attention to his grooming and his style, always wanting to look his best for Jimin. The little man was on his mind all the time, he couldn't pay attention to anything else, even when he was in church helping his dad.
Today was a special day. Taehyung had decided it was time to take the next step. He had brought Jimin to their favorite spot, the cafe. They sat in the cozy corner, beside each other, sipping their drinks. As the conversation grew more intimate, Taehyung took a deep breath and reached for Jimin's hand.
"Jimin," he began, "I know we've only been seeing each other for a while, but I can't ignore how I feel about you anymore. I know it's fast, but... will you be my boyfriend?"
Jimin's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and joy. He had hoped for this moment, but hearing the words still sent a thrill through his body. He took a moment to compose himself before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on Taehyung's lips. "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the din of the cafe.
Taehyung's heart soared, and he couldn't help but lean in for a proper kiss. Their lips met, and the passion they had been holding back for weeks spilled over. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, until they were forced to break apart, both gasping for air.
"I want you," Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with desire. Jimin looked up at him with a seductive glint in his eye. "Then take me, daddy," he replied, his voice sent a shiver down Taehyung's spine.
Taehyung's eyes darkened with lust. He knew he couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed Jimin's hand and practically dragged him out of the cafe, ignoring the curious glances of the others. They found themselves in a nearby hotel, the adrenaline pumping through their veins as they rushed to the elevator. The tension between them was electric, a live wire waiting to be touched.
Once they were in the hotel room, Taehyung closed the door and pinned Jimin against it, his mouth claiming Jimin's in a fiery kiss. His body pressing into Jimin's with an urgency. Their kiss grew more heated, Taehyung's hands roamed over Jimin's body. Jimin moaned, his body arching towards Taehyung's touch as he felt the fabric of his shirt unbuttoned and being pushed aside. The coolness of the room contrasted with the heat of their skin as Taehyung's lips traced a path along Jimin's jaw, leaving a trail of kisses and nips in their wake.
Jimin's bare chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The need to touch Taehyung, to feel his warmth and closeness, was almost overwhelming. He reached for the buttons on Taehyung's pants, but his hand was firmly caught. "Patience," Taehyung murmured, his teeth grazing Jimin's earlobe. The anticipation was agonizing, but Jimin knew that Taehyung was in control and he wanted to be a good boy.
