"Mr. Kim" | Taekook 🐰🐯 [more chapters added]

Chapter 31 - MINE

Should I update the next chapter which is 🔞 today?🌝
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A week has passed and Taehyung's been coming home very late nowadays. Jungkook's starting to get really worried.

It's when he heard the doorbell ring, he quickly run downstairs and opened up the door. He was relieved when he saw Taehyung standing there but he was also met with an unfamiliar male, holding onto Taehyung's waist.

"He's drunk.." The guy said as he helped Taehyung sit on the couch.

"Who are you?"
"I'm Park Jihoon." He bowed. "I work for him at his company."

"Oh?" Jungkook eyed him from head to toe and he couldn't lie, he looked really attractive. Maybe even more than him. He tried to shake away the thought. "Thanks for taking him home."

"Sure. Sir's been taking me to the club with him for the past few weeks, incase he gets drunk and stuff. It's the first time he actually got himself wasted."

"H-"
"I'll be off now." Jihoon said with a grin.

I don't like him.

Jungkook sat on the couch where the older was sitting. Taehyung grabbed onto the younger's hand and lied his head onto his lap.

"What the.." He looked down to see dark bruises covering all over the older's neck. "Shit. That Park dude, whoever the fuck he is, you're so dead meat when I-"

"Hm.." Taehyung groaned, rolling to the side to wrap his hands around the younger's waist. He pressed his face against his stomach and giggled.

Shit. Jungkook blushed, running his fingers through the older's hair. Why are you so cute when you're drunk?

"Jihoon.." Jungkook's smile falters. "Let me take you to my room." He giggled.

Okay that's it.

Jungkook threw the older's head off his lap and stomped upstairs, slamming the door behind him and sitting on the floor. He didn't know why he was crying, he didn't know why he felt pain in his chest.

Fuck.. why.

The next day, Taehyung's head aches too much to go to work. He decided to stay at home to watch some movies.

Why the fuck was I sleeping on the couch?

Jungkook was wearing an apron in the kitchen when suddenly, he heard Taehyung's phone ringing by the kitchen counter. He reached over to see Jihoon's name displayed on the screen. He immediately cancelled the call and he was shocked when he realized what he's done.

"Hey, did you hear my phone ring?" Taehyung said, coming out of the bathroom.

Jungkook wanted to nod and say yes but the moment his eyes landed on Taehyung's neck, he shook his head.

"Ok." Taehyung sat by the couch and turned on netflix. He remembered he had something else to do at work so he grabbed his phone.

"Hey? Jihoon?"

Jungkook broke a glass with his hand, the older glaring at him.

"Yeah. I needed you to help me with the files."

NEedEd yOU tO hElp mE wiTh tHe fiLES I CAN DO BETTER. Jungkook groaned.

"No! Not that." He giggled.

Stop. Being. So. Fucking. Happy. With. HIM.

"Tomorrow?"

WHAT DO YOU MEAN. Jungkook clutched onto the kitchen counter, frustrated.

"Thanks, Jihoon."

FUCK.

Taehyung ended the call and shot the younger a glare.

"What do you think you're doing? Breaking a glass on purpose?"
"It wasn't.. on purpose."

"Yeah? Well you got your fingers bleeding."
"Like you care."

"What?"

Jungkook's wet dream alert:

Jungkook pushed Taehyung against the kitchen counter as his eyes began to water.

"You.. What have you done to me?"
"What have I- You broke my glass-"

Jungkook leaned in and closed the gap between them, Taehyung's eyes widening when he felt a pair of soft lips moving on his. He let out a soft whimper before pulling away.

"What are you doing ? You can't just-.."

"Yes, I can." Jungkook bit onto the older's neck that was already covered in hickeys. "Mine. These were supposed to be fucking mine."

"Fuck- What do you mean.." He tugged onto the younger's hair.

"Mine. You're fucking mine."