Tattoo ⚣tk

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Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

"Taehyung," Jeongguk whispers as he closes his eyes, he rests his neck against the leather cushion on the chair. He taps his feet impatiently as they drive to meet Yoongi and Jimin. This is why he locked Taehyung for two years, this is why he didn't want anyone to know about Taehyung, this is why-

No. He shouldn't think like this.

Jeongguk actually hated the fact he locked Taehyung up for two years. But what can he do with his shitty personality? He knew about his personality, how fucked up he is, how possessive he is, and how much Taehyung secretly hated him for locking him up. But sometimes, he just couldn't stop himself from treating Taehyung like a treasure, away from everyone's sight. A crazed look appeared on Jeongguk's face, he smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. He should've just kept Taehyung in his treasure box, safe and sound.

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Taehyung flutters his eyes open but all he could see was darkness. His head was pounding and as he tried to move his arm, he realized he couldn't. His arms are tied tightly together behind his back and the chair. Feeling a little bit cold, he couldn't see but felt that he wasn't wearing anything but underwear. 

The door creaked open as the bright light from outside shines into the room. Since his eyes were already adapted to darkness, Taehyung had to squint his eyes from the sudden exposure to light. He pulled his legs together, attempting to hide the remaining dignity he could hide but it didn't really matter at this point because whoever stripped him must've seen everything already.

Taehyung's pupils dilated as it got used to the bright light. He looked at the person who just came in and felt that he was somehow familiar but he couldn't remember where he has seen this person. The stranger has long black hair sleeked back with gel, a black and white striped suit that wraps around his muscular body well and a sinister look on his face. He stared at Taehyung with utter disgust and discontentment.

"W-" Taehyung tried to speak but all he could let out was weak whimpers that sounded so pathetic that he just wanted to dig a hole and hide.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, the high and noble Mr.Kim," the black-haired male said, snickering at Taehyung's messy appearance, "Mr.Jeon sure treat you well doesn't he?" He stepped forward and forcefully grabs Taehyung's chin, "What a pretty little bird...yet so hateful." Taehyung teared his face away from his grasp but was rewarded with a slap.

"Oh my, what a disgraceful look. The fear, anxious, hate in your eyes makes me so happy. I wonder what Mr. Jeon see in a slut like you," the male scanned his body, the body that was marked by a beast.

"w-who are you," Taehyung manage to squeeze out.

"Who am you?" The black haired male repeated and cracked his neck.

Taehyung widen his eyes because in the corner of his collarbones, lays a beautiful winged butterfly.

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"Hey, you."

Brittle, fragile, weak. Me?

"Wanna join my gang? We'll be the biggest gang in Korea. I'll take you under my wings and and you can ride the waves with me. Deal?"

Deal.