Little Cub (TaeJinKook) ✅

Twenty Five

“Pops, Eh? I never heard of Taehyung.”

“Do you really think that I would keep my name?”

“No, I suppose not. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I retired. Three years ago when I graduated high school.”

“So, who were you?”

“Like I would tell you, jackass. I’m still mad at you. I have half a mind to accept this and retire on some beach, drinking margaritas and having not a worry in the world.”

“I can do that for you now.”

“But I’d be tethered to you.” I said flatly. “Anyway, I’m rejecting this, but Pops really wants you to stay alive and in your position, so he asked me to help him. I don’t know if I want to do anything to help you though. I don’t want to get tangled up in your personal quarrels.”

“Personal quarrels?”

“Head of the Russian mafia wants you alive to do whatever to you.” I shrugged. “Here.” I threw the file on the table. “Oh, wait.” I flipped it open and tore off the first page. “Now there you go.”

“What’s that?”

“Things you don’t need to know about.” I turned, but he grabbed my wrist. He plucked the paper from my grasp and opened it up.

“Pops has a horrible sense of humor.” Jungkook muttered.

“What do you mean?”

“He addressed this for V and Hobi.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, they—“ Jungkook paused and looked up at me. “Let me guess. V?”

“I hate that fucking name. Besides, I changed it, legally, I might add.” I grabbed the paper from him.

“You didn’t care to tell me that you used to be the top student for Pops?”

“I retired long ago.”

"But this is kind of important information!"

“True.” I tapped the paper in my cheek. “Does this mean that you won’t piss me off anymore?”

“I had a right to get angry.”

“Why? I’m just an object to you to fuck.” He stalked up to me and grabbed the front of my shirt. “What? You can’t even deny it. So don’t get angry.”

“You...are not an object. You are not just an object to me.”

“Then what? Are you going to tell me you’re in love with me?” I stared at him, searching his eyes. “Otherwise, you have no right, so let me go.”

“I love you, Taehyung.” I froze, completely caught off guard. His lips crashed to mine and I reached up running my hands through his hair. The door opened suddenly, causing me to break away from him as Jin entered.

“Oh good, my cub has come back. I’m starving, can we eat?”

“What’s that?” Jimin asked flatly as he looked at the paper in my hand.

“This? Nothing.” I hid it behind my back and scooped up the file.

“Like hell its nothing.” Jimin suddenly said in chinese.

“Fuck, I forgot you spoke another language.”

“What the hell are you thinking, accepting a job? Huh?” Jimin grabbed the front of my shirt. “I thought I said no.”

“You're not my fucking mother, Jimin. Let me go.”

“What the hell? Who is it this time that you’re going to package up and ship away to be sold?”

“You know I didn’t have a choice.”

“You do now. Don’t even fucking think about it, I don’t want to see another fucking file from that weasel.”

“Pops means no harm.”

“No harm my ass! Who’s the target this time?” He shook me when I remained silent. “Huh? Who’s the goddamn target this time?”

“Jungkook.” I admitted, turning to the said man.

“Don’t look at him, he won’t help you.”

“Fuck you. I’m saying that my target is Jungkook.” I twisted Jimin's wrist and flipped him over my shoulder. He landed on his back. But he kicked out and hit my ankle, causing me to fall as well.

The wind knocked out of me and I coughed. “Jesus Christ. And you took the goddamn file.”

“Would any of you like to enlighten to me what you’re saying?”

“Nope.” I said quickly, before turning back to Jimin. I smirked. “Do you want to go against me now? I’m weak, but I bet I could still take you.”

“Fuck you.” Jimin spun around and stalked off to his room. I wiped the saliva from my mouth and grinned.

“Man, I haven’t gotten into a fight like that in ages. I forgot how nice it was to be able to get rid of pent up anger that way.” Both men looked at me.

“Who are you?” Jin asked. “Did we kill my cub and mistake the snake for him?”

“Hardly.”