supreme_potato (ao3)
Jungkook - the most powerful mafia boss in the world - is just winding down with a couple of drinks after a meeting with the other mafia bosses, when suddenly the normally sweet and innocent Taehyung walks in dressed up like the bad boss-ass bitch that he is and shows them other dumbfucks that he is Jungkook's. He just wants a little love and affection.
And a good dicking down.
Meanwhile, Jungkook does not need his poor heart to be attacked so much.
A bit of chaos ensues. It's worth it, though. Wanna see?
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Jungkook sighed, letting out a breath through his nose as the meeting finally came to a close. The room they were in right now – the largest one any of them had ever seen, one of the many scattered throughout Jungkook's huge underground kingdom-like gang quarters – held a few of the most important people in the world. World-reknowned, widely feared leaders of almost every single major gang of South Korea currently sat around the huge table in the center of the room, relief visible in their faces as the problem was resolved in peace by Jeon Jungkook himself.
Jeon Jungkook. The most important, most powerful, most successful, most feared, most famous, most intimidating, wittiest, strongest, and wealthiest mafia boss in not just South Korea, but the entire world – the unspoken but clear leader of them all. He smiled, relaxing back into his chair and crossing his legs.
"Meeting's over, gentlemen! Shall we call for the drinks?"
Their shoulders visibly relaxed, the tension leaving their bodies as they smiled back and nodded. With a single click of his fingers, servers immediately came forward with platters of clinking glasses, and they all sat back comfortably in their chairs with their doses of alcohol to keep them sated.
Chatter resumed, the room filling with the mob bosses' laughter and jokes as they slipped into a comfortable mood after the tension-filled meeting. Jungkook enjoyed hanging out with his fellow leaders of crime, they were fun to be around when they had slipped out of their professional mode. However, right now, he was craving something else.
And Jeon Jungkook was a lucky man.
Almost on cue, the door to the hall opened. All the laughter died down to complete silence as the exact person who Jungkook had been craving the entire day stepped through the door. Kim Taehyung came to a stop as he entered, looking in surprise at the gathering of powerful-looking men in suits before his gaze flicked to Jungkook, whose heart clenched every time he made eye contact with the love of his life. His entire body was covered by a huge soft black coat – Jungkook's coat, which sent a strong stab of possessiveness rushing through the mafia boss's body – covering his entire body until his very toes, the coat hem brushing the floor. He looked adorable, practically swimming in the oversized coat as his wide eyes flitted around the room. A small, shy, apologetic smile spread on his face as he assessed the situation.
Taehyung bowed down low to them before turning to Jungkook. "I hope I'm not disturbing anything?" His sweet melodious voice echoed against the walls in the silence. Jungkook felt himself smile involuntarily upon hearing Taehyung speak, because that was just how whipped he was for his baby, as he shook his head.
"You're not disturbing anything, baby. Our meeting just ended. We were hanging out, that's all."
"Oh," His smile widened as he exhaled, "That's okay. I'll meet you later, then?"
"Why?" Jungkook crooked his finger, gesturing for Taehyung to go to him, "You can spend some time with us, can't you?"
Those fuckers needed to know Taehyung was his.
Hesitation flickered across Taehyung's face. "But – "
"No buts, baby. C'mere. We'll have some fun together, hm?"
