Where a son of a conglomerate asks for help from a Mafia, leading himself to unknown consequences...
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Taehyung wasn't drunk Jungkook knew this, "What's with your don't touch me?", he reminded him.
Taehyung trailed his finger tips down his torso and stopped just above the waist band of his boxers. He looked at Jungkook before starting to play with the waist band, his finger tips touching his V-line, Taehyung leaned in, inhaled Jungkook's body scent and whispered in his ear, "Think of me as a random stranger you meet in a club and I'll do the same......"
Jungkook looked at the boy's face, Taehyung looked so much like his seven year old self with these black hair. The way his mouth moved in a boxy shape and mole resting on his nose. Jungkook remembers, the first thing he noticed on Taehyung's face back then was his unique smile and a mole on his nose tip. It really made him look like fragile and beautiful girl. He wasn't extra fair like usual Koreans even back then he had light honey skin which shone brightly in sunlight.
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Although right now his eyes looked different but Jungkook's eyes played a memory from that day, when there was nothing but Innocence in his eyes and confidence the way he said, 'I am a boy'. Indeed he was a boy when Jungkook looked closely but a beautiful one, so much beautiful that Jungkook wanted to play with him, spend time and caress him softly because he was fragile, fragile like a white rose. Fragile like a newly born pearl. A pearl to whom he was so gone, right at the moment he saw. He didn't even mind his unclear speech because he wouldn't mind learning his language. In that moment, Jungkook thought what if everything was normal. What if he never loset his parents? Where would he and Taehyung stand now?
Jungkook held onto his wrist stopping his fingers that were trying to dip more deep into his waist band and pulled Taehyung closer. The boy collided with his chest, his wrist that was held by Jungkook was in between them, not letting Taehyung's skin touch with Jungkook's. He looked at the younger boy with fierce ocean blue eyes.
The sun rays were directly falling on his face making his features more prominent. His chiseled jaw which Taehyung wanted to lick and bite, "Unfortunately, we aren't strangers..... Who knows what you are scheming this time little Kim.....", he said leaving Taehyung's wrist and getting out of the room.
Taehyung kept standing there alone in the middle of room with his arms falling to his side. His head hung low, he felt chills on his bare skin and his whole body shook as he came back from whatever was engulfing him. He hid his face in his palms and couldn't control his tears as he started to fall from his eyes, "I am so pathetic.....", he knelt down on his knees sobbing uncontrollably in his palms thinking he just shattered his self respect infront of the man he hated. But why he did that? What took over him to do so? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any explanation.
