𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓞⓤⓡⓣⓨⓞⓝⓔ

Tick Tock. Who Controls The Clock?

"Listen closely," Taehyung threatened, his voice shaking. "If anyone is to call me Master, or any other nickname of the sort, it's Jungkook. No. One. Else."

Each and every word was sent out like a stab. He could practically imagine himself plunging his knife into the man's smaller frame with every syllable. To say he was angry was an understatement; he was fuming. He did not quite know why he had reacted so violently to the nickname his employee had given him, but it had definitely triggered something inside of him. The only man that would ever be in his life and in his heart was Jungkook, that he knew without a single doubt. It was as if Taehyung had suddenly seen this man as some type of obstacle, as a variable that could possibly ruin what him and Jungkook had worked so hard to build up in the past year and a half they had been together. He was not sure if he was overreacting, taking it a little too far, but to him, nothing was too extreme when Jungkook was in play. He would do anything for him. He would kill hundreds and even thousands of people if they ever tried to get in the way of their love.

In that moment, in that bare minute of confrontation that had just happened between him and Jimin, he had realized just how bad he had it for Jungkook. He had known that, obviously, but there never had been an outside threat to be faced with before. Not that he was an actual risk, as Taehyung knew he could take care of this whole problem in a heartbeat, but the simple possibility of it made Taehyung understand that he was completely and utterly in love with Jungkook, in his own twisted little way. In the way his heart felt and understood love, in the possessive and obsessive way he was taught love to be. He was working on that, of course, for Jungkook's sake, but the recognition of that fact that he was in so deep still surprised him. He had never really taken the time to stop and think about it, as they both had been more than busy in the last year. He had never thought himself to be able to love someone like that; even to love anyone at all.

"I don't know what you expected from this, or what twisted fantasy is going on in your little head, but you are my employee," Taehyung snarled, noticing glimpses of fear in the man's eyes. "And barely anything more. If there ever was anything more, maybe friendship, you just ruined it."

He released his grip on Jimin's neck, not aware that it had been so tight until the man fell down to his knees, gasping for air and coughing heavily. The sight of him on his knees, hands around his neck, trying his best to catch his breath pleased Taehyung greatly. He buttoned his dress shirt as he looked down at the man, his boiling blood fortunately starting to cool.

"It was clear on the contract that there would be no intimate relationship between the two of us whatsoever, yet here you go and draw me in your sexual delusions," Taehyung said calmly, professionally. "It is unhealthy. There will never, ever be anything between us more than friendship, and I hope you make that clear in your head as soon as possible. I am a taken man, and will be until I draw my last breath."

Jimin nodded as he panted, not daring to look back at him. Taehyung turned and walked to his wardrobe as he buttoned the last of his dress shirt, trying his best to calm himself down. As much as it had insulted him, Jimin was an incredible employee he could not afford to lose. They would simply have to work on their terms and relationship. Torturing him is in no way a good idea, Taehyung, he reasoned with himself, taking a deep breath. As much as he was a changed and more controlled man, his violent habits were still deeply rooted into his system. A year ago, he would have twisted his neck right on the spot. Patience is a virtue, he repeated in his head, echoing the words Jungkook once told him when he had almost acted out of pure impulse and rage against a complete stranger.

"Have you seen my favorite shirt, by any chance?" Taehyung asked, already knowing the answer.

"I... I have it, Sir..." Jimin mumbled, his voice raspy.

"Good. Bring it to me now. Also, take the day off. I think you need it," Taehyung replied, grabbing a pair of underwear and pants in his wardrobe.

He glanced to the side as he slipped his underwear on, noticing Jimin leaving the room hastily and clumsily. He sighed loudly as he buckled his pants, the last events taking a heavy toll on his mood. He had been so content and relaxed before, and now he could feel every muscle in his body stiff. It was honestly the last thing he would have expected from Jimin. The man had seemed professional and detached, free of any underlying issues. He guessed that anyone, just like him, could be good at hiding their secrets. He had never thought Jimin to be like that, but, in the end, would anyone think of himself as a serial killer? Everyone had their own twisted thoughts and interests; Taehyung understood that. As long as it did not affect him nor Jungkook, he was fine with it. He wondered where they would go from now, knowing they would have to talk about this sooner or later.