Indulgence- Taehyung [18+]

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"Load them." Taehyung could feel the trembling of his fingers. His fingers that were coated in blood. And his fingers that trailed along the wooden table in a slow manner. Slow enough to hear the subtle sound of friction occurring as his eyes stayed planted on the weapon lying before him.

"And what would I earn by doing that? Huh?" Voice hushed, the words just barely left his lips. Yet the depth of them were enough to echo throughout the room. Sustaining the amount of tension coursing through the air. And the adrenaline pumping amongst their veins.

"You tell me. . ." Taehyung could feel his breath on his neck. Causing his fingers to only tremble more. Yet the smirk on his lips. . . to only deepen.

But Taehyung didn't speak. Didn't do anything more than turn around with a head tilt. Just subtle enough for him to notice. Yet slow enough to have the elder becoming intrigued almost instantly.

"Always having others do your dirty work, huh?" Taehyung watched the way his eyes gleamed from the words. The words that were enough to earn a laugh from the man who only shook his head. Because this was all a game. A game that was enough to cause either life or death.

"You know me, Taehyung. . . I've always stayed in the shadows." He did. Having earned himself a position that didn't even call for blinking an eye before the deed was fulfilled. Because everything should be earned. And never given.

However Taehyung only tsk'd. Even if the tension had grown strong enough to have his palms running sweaty. And his throat going dry as he watched the man take hold of the revolver placed behind him. Having slipped the cylinder open just enough to slide the bullets in. The bullets that clicked with each slab of metal they grazed upon before the thing closed shut.

"That girl of yours, huh. . . how bad do you want her?" The man knew he hit a nerve. Having noticed the way Taehyung's jaw clenched. And the way his frame stiffened almost instantly. Because he hadn't even gotten. . . a taste of her yet.

"Why—"

"All you have to do is answer, Taehyung. It shouldn't be this hard."

And just like that, it became silent again. All until Taehyung shook his head with a laugh. It being satanic enough to have the elder grinning. And cynical enough to make someone sick to their stomach as he trailed his fingers along the skin of his cheek. Having the blood relish itself amongst the softness of it. And the curve of his lips tightening the minute the gun became captive in his own grasp. Because Taehyung never cared, when it came to something he wanted.

"How long do I have?" The question was so simple. Yet the answer was lying right before his eyes.

"However long it takes. . ." He could hear the sudden change in the elders voice. Having been speaking with Yoongi. Yoongi being the man who had the situation figured out before it could even manifest itself. Because he knew they both wanted. . . the same thing.

And Taehyung watched as he stepped back from him. All while running his own fingers along the watch laying on his wrist before chuckling underneath his breath. Leaving Taehyung to realize what he wanted and how he wanted it done. Because Yoongi was experienced. . . and never left a trace.

So Taehyung let him leave. All while keeping his eyes trained on the weapon held within the palms of his hands. The same weapon that would be used to kill the man who was in control of the one person he wanted the second he met her gaze. And the same man who Yoongi was always 10 steps ahead of. Because he knew Jimin was in contact with the people who fucking hated him. And the people who had been trying to exploit his business through the use of criminal officials. But like I said, Yoongi was experienced. . . and knew to never leave a trace.