Gangster | Kim Taehyung

15

[a/n: if you haven't already noticed so far, this book has mature content soo, you can leave if you don't like it...]

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Now I have to tell Taehyung the good news.

I casually made my way to his 'room', walking in to see him staring at the ground.

"Uh, hey...", I said silently.

He raised his head to look up at me, eyes widening, only to look back down at the ground. I examined his behavior, confused. "What? I-is there something on my face?" I touched my face, looking at my hand.

"Yes...Chanyeol's lips," he said, gulping. "O-oh, well um..." I fidgeted with my fingers from the awkward tension uprising in the room.

"You're going to be getting...a room to sleep in," I said, softly smiling to ease the tension.

"Hm, oh?" Taehyung said with a monotone voice.

"Y-yeah...I'll be there to h-help you if you need anything."

"'Kay," he said, motioning his head for me to leave.

"I'll be b-back to get you to your room. B-bye Taehyung," I choked on my saliva from the stuttering and immediately ran out of the room. 

Why was he acting like that?

Was it because he knew Chanyeol and I kissed?

Damn it, he must've heard those shameless noises...

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Running off to Chanyeol, I asked him about which room could be given to Taehyung. He said there was a room, that I never noticed, right next to my room which was vacant. I walked inside to see only a bed, closet, mirror, and an extra door which must be the bathroom. The closet had no clothes, the bed was a plain white with white sheets, and it had three white pillows. 

Chanyeol had some extra hygiene supplies, so I took a tooth brush, toothpaste, shaver, towel, deodorant, moisturizer, shampoo, and soap. I also took a few t-shirts, new boxers, pants, and socks. 

Hope he doesn't mind me taking all of this, I thought myself slightly chuckling.

I piled everything into my arms and went to Taehyung's to-be room. Putting everything in it's place, I picked up the key for the handcuffs and headed to the tied up man. He was still staring at the ground but in the opposite direction from earlier.

I cleared my throat, holding up the key. He rose his arms up and I unlocked the cuffs, throwing them behind him. I then untied the rope on his legs. He stood up on his own, almost losing his balance, but regained it. I took his hand and pulled him to his new room. 

He walked inside, the emotions on his face easing once his eyes landed on the bed.

"Before you rest, we, or I, have some rules for you," I started.

He turned his head towards me with focus. 

"You can't leave this room unless you really need to. I'll be a worker, like I was before you were here. I will give you food certain times of the day, and maybe even massages. You'll be given a device that you can press to indicate that you need something. There's a bathroom to your left with everything you'll need," I finished talking, turning around to leave.

In the midst of leaving, Taehyung gently but forcefully grabbed my arm, pulling me into a hug. He stroked my hair. "Thank you, for being so caring," he said almost whispering. I was about to thank him when I felt warm droplets on my head. He was crying.