His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 12

A week into the plan, progress was slow. Hoseok managed to uncover a few offshore accounts under false names, confirming suspicions about the politician's corrupt activities. He looked up from his laptop, smirking. "I've got something here—he's been funnelling money through a charity to a private account. It's risky, but it's our leverage."

Jungkook nodded. "Good. But we need more. He can still brush this off if it's only financial. Yoongi, any progress?"

Yoongi leaned back, crossing his arms. "He's got a fortress around him. Guards around the clock, rotating shifts. But I did find one gap. He's having a meeting tomorrow night, a charity event. Security will be distracted, so if we need someone close, that's the time."

Taehyung's eyes narrowed. "I'll go. I need to see him up close; look him in the eyes."

Jungkook's jaw clenched, a flicker of protectiveness in his gaze. "Are you sure?"

Taehyung nodded, his determination unwavering. "It's time for some play."

"Okay, then Yoongi, ensure his safety, and Hoseok do something for Taehyung to enter the event," Jeon said, dismissing them. Taehyung stayed as usual, watching the door being closed after Yoongi and Hoseok. 

"Are you worried for me, Bun?" Taehyung asked, walking slowly to Jeon's desk. 

"Bun?" Jeon asked, watching the boy move towards him slowly with the usual smirk. 

"Yeah, Bun. Have you ever seen your reflection in the mirror? Sometimes you look like a bunny, so bun is the short form of bunny. I can't call you Bunny, can I?" Taehyung said with a duh sound and slowly sat at the edge of the desk. 

Jeon stood up, moved himself, and settled between Taehyung's legs; his face was too close to Taehyung's. "You know I always carry a gun with me; it won't take a minute for me to take it out and blow your pretty mouth." He said touching Taehyung's chin. 

"Are you talking about what I am thinking, Mr?' Taehyung asked; his eyes were sparkling with a mischievous smile. 

"Your mouth never failed to amaze me, you know," Jeon said laughing. 

"Can you teach me how to shoot, Jeon?" Taehyung asked.

"You are learning that with Jimin, right, then why me?" 

"I wonder how it feels when you stand behind me close, touching my hands, making me point the gun perfectly to the spot, but diverting my focus with your breath behind my ears," Taehyung said as if it were happening now. 

Jeon slowly blows some air into Taehyung's face, making him come back from his imagination. "My baby wants me to teach him how to shoot, huh?" Jeon asked. "Hey, wait a minute. Is that how Jimin teaches you?" 

The flicker of possessiveness in Jeon's eyes made Tehyung laugh. "No, my sweet bun, your baby won't allow anyone, anyone near him like that, and you know it, right." 

"Want me to take you right here on this desk?" Jeon grabbed the waist and pressed the body to his chest. 

"It is really hot, and I do want to do it here, but not now. I have a lot of things to do before this evening."  Taehyung said, smiling, slipping from the hold of Jeon, laughing, and walking towards the door, leaving a smiling bunny behind. 

"Wait till night bun," Jeon heard Taehyung saying aloud.

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Jin was sitting, waiting for Namjoon to come back from the office. He tried so many times to contact his uncle. He was hiding from his uncle, but now he needs to contact him. He needs answers; he has a lot of questions.