Red Roses {jjk • kth} >slow and short updates<

{3}

Taehyung was very aware of the fact that he was in a car, due to the fact that there was a soft roaring of an engine, plush leather, and the smooth movement of it. He was also aware of the fact that his head is laying on someones lap, which was quite comfortable to him as he moved his head up a bit to remain comfortable for as long as possible, because his head hurt a hell of a lot more than before.

He felt a hand on his head, the fingers brushing through his soft hair, Taehyung thought he was dreaming but the pain resonating behind his eyes told him that it wasn't a dream.

He sighs softly, relaxing, causing the person above to chuckle. Taehyung flutters is eyes open, taking in his surroundings, "Cute." he hears the, now known, male say.

He shoots up from his position, wincing from the pain it causes him, he holds his head and slowly looks at the male he was just laying on. His eyes widen, looking at the male beside him, taking in every detail that he can with the dim lightning in the car. He just now notices that the male is wearing a slight frown, which causes him to look back down.

"I'm sorry." Taehyung says in a small voice. He thought the other male was very attractive with what he could tell, he would probably look even more attractive with other lighting, and he started to bite his lip when his mind took an inappropriate route. Imagining how the male would look like hovering over him, praising him, pounding-

"It's okay. How are you feeling?" He was ripped out of his train of not so holy thoughts, slowly bringing his gaze back up again to meet the others eyes, zoning out as he got lost in the males chocolate coloured orbs, adverting his eyes as he realises he was staring for awhile.

"I could feel a bit better. My head hurts." He stares at Taehyung, making the latter blush. The car comes to a stop and the male looks me over.

"Kim Taehyung, you owe us a lot of money, you know that right?" He adverts his gaze down again.

"Yes, Sir."

"I resolved that problem, and I've decided that you'll be under my supervision. You'll be useful for certain things." Taehyung looks up at him, his eyes widened comically.

"I, um, I actually don't even know which group I owe money to. I understand that you must be the leader?" He nods.

"I am. The family, or group as you put it, are the Jeons." His eyes widen even more as he thinks about everything he has done to get to meet a Jeon, face to face.

The male steps out of the car and walks to the side that Taehyung is on, opening the door and helping him out of the thing. He squints his eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the sun that just assaulted his vision, glancing at the other, who was frowning again, staring at Taehyungs face.

He picks him up and throws him over his shoulder, Taehyung letting out a not so manly shriek in the process, and the male carried him through the manor, he tried his best to look around the room they were walking through.

They headed up the stairs, and stopped in front of a black door. He opened the door and threw Taehyung on the bed, his ankle hitting the white bed post. "Ow!" He exclaimed, holding his ankle in pain, the other male quickly rushes over to him and removes his hands, replacing them with his own.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry!" Taehyung nods, biting his lip, an action which has the other groaning internally. "This is gonna be your room, and may I ask you something?" He nods again, urging the other to continue, "Who hit you, and can you describe them?"

"There were two of them, the first guy had like, orange-tipped hair, kinda short and kinda pretty," He nods for me to continue, "The other guy had a really sharp jawline, high cheek bones? And hair as dark as yours, I think he was the guy at the petrol station too." He finishes and the other looked furious.

"I'll be right back." He said as he took Taehyungs hand in his and kissed it, leaving him a blushing mess as he left the room and closed the door.

Taehyung looked around the room, he was astounded, as it was something he wished for, for a long while now, the room was gorgeous. It had baby blue walls, the furniture was white, cream like colour, and the bed sheets were pastel pink silk, while the fluffy duvet was a pastel purple. This was extremely beautiful to him, these were all of his favourite colours and it was just too good to be true.

He gets off the bed and walks over to the door, to see if he can listen to what might be happening downstairs, and opens it. There's a lot of yelling that he can't understand, yet he still tries to listen, he jumps as he hears someone scream and something crash.

"What did I say!? I clearly stated to not harm him!" There was more unintelligible yelling that Taehyung couldn't make out.

"Jeon, I hit him when we went to go collect the money, that was before your orders to not harm him."

"Sir, I'm sorry! My partner and I were laughing about it, and I needed him to be asleep for when you arrived!"

"That wasn't in the description!"

"I'm sorry, Sir! I thought it would make things easier for you!"

"Why is the bruise so big? I know damn well that it wouldn't be that big if he was punched once!"

"Okay! I hit him twice, but that's because he didn't knock out with the first hit!"

"I can't believe this."

"The little shit was crying too, I thought it was hilarious." The man muttered under his breath, but he was caught. Jeon froze, looked at the male and grabbed his gun from behind his back.

"That's it!" He shot the gun, the bullet penetrating the mans calf as he let out a scream, falling on the ground.

"Fuck!"

"Jimin, get Bogum to the infirmary, I have things I need to attend to." Taehyung was shocked to say the least, the leader just shot one of his men, because he punched Taehyung? He wasn't even fazed by the fact that someone just got shot, he hears that all the time in the area he lived in, but he in fact felt very grateful.

Taehyung walked back to the bed and laid down on it, taking in everything that has happened within the last two days, he feels something underneath him so he rolls to the side and grabs the object, the object being his phone. Unfortunately the sim card was gone, must've wanted him to be able to do at least something, without him being able to leave, but good thing for Taehyung that he had a shit ton of games on his phone, so he began playing one out of the many he has.

Maybe things will get better now.

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Rewritten Ch 3 :)