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To say Jeon was mad would be an understatement. He was seated at his desk that was shoved in the corner of his room, his eyes scanning pointless paperwork he decided to take to his own eyes since his own men couldn't do the work themselves. That added on to his bad mood. Everything seemed to be going quite bad for the young mafia leader that day.

He was also upset because the hostage he had taken in was sleeping in his bed. Not because of that reason, of course. He put the hostage there, own will. He hated seeing that red mark on his neck from being choked to unconsciousness, it rubbed him the wrong way mentally. The hand print on his pale skin made him shiver at the thought of his own father's hands wrapped around his mother's slim neck. She as well, had pale skin, soft to the touch. Sure, she was just as awful as his father was to him, but she did not deserve domestic abuse, nobody did.

He was also mad because killing the guy who strangled V did nothing but fuel the fire. He did not make a productive choice by ending that guy's life. He just created more of a space for war between the two groups. Jeon knew he would win, but he still hated being threatened. He knew making deals with that group would be harder due to the loss of an important role in the gang. Maybe they would not make deals with Jeon's group at all anymore, and that for business was not the best of things.

A noise distracted him from his thoughts, footsteps, well more like shuffling. The door opened and in came V, who shyly walked over to the desk that Jeon sat at. He really had the guts to approach him with no hesitations. The boy seemed like he trusted the mafia leader now more that he stopped his near death.

"J-jeon?"

His deep morning voice called out gently, asking for kindness in return with just saying his captor's name.

"What do you want, V?"

Jeon mumbled in annoyance, looking up and at the boy. He almost choked on his own spit at the sight. His hair was messy, his eyes shining from just waking up. He looked so good. Not that Jeon would ever admit that, he could never say that about his prisoner. His prisoner was at such a low position for reasons, well. Reasons not really being the prisoner's fault, but he was still a low rank.

"Its cold, do you have an extra blanket?"

Jeon just chuckled, before standing and retrieving two extra blankets, one thin, one teal and extra fluffy. He took V's hand and lead him back to the bed in the room, letting him lay down before he placed the extra blankets atop of him to keep him warm.

"Jeon?"

"V, stop calling me Jeon, its honestly aggravating."

"I-i'm sorry. What do you want me to call you?"

"Jeongguk."

V's mouth hung ajar. Did he just spill his real name? His heart did a flippy thing where it felt like it gave him actual butterflies.

"Hearing my surname name from you sounds strange. Let me ask you V, what is your first, real name?"

V was quick to answer, not wanting Jeongguk to wait on his reply.

"Taehyung."

Jeongguk nodded his head, before tucking the boy in completely and began to walk back to his desk.

"Wait- Jeongguk?"

Jeongguk hummed in response, his ears ready to listen to anything the boy said, mouth ready to reply truthfully.

"Why me?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Jeongguk shrugged. In all honesty, he was not sure himself as to why he picked the boy to be so kind and generous to.

"I don't know Taehyung, but if I were you, I'd enjoy it while it lasts."

Jeongguk gave a lopsided smirk before leaving to go back to his office and start scanning his useless papers again.

Taehyung visibly gulped, hoping his words were not true like he deemed they were.

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