I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love.

2; sangsa

A/N - this chapter contains mature themes including - light description of sexual assault, mentions of Littlespace, graphic depictions of murder

Taehyung was passed a long, black overcoat before being bundled into the back of a large, black van.
"I apologise, V, but I will have to blindfold you until we get to the premises." Hoseok sighed, tying a blackout silk around V's eyes. After about forty minutes, they were at the headquarters of Bangtan Boys. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary house. And that's true, for the most part. There's a dance studio, seperate rooms, dining area, lounge and kitchen. It's what's underneath where all the fun happens. Because underneath the house, is where the torture room is as well as a training room, MMA practice ring, weaponry closet and hacking room. Taehyung's blindfold was removed and he was greeted by a bright, white light, shining in his eyes. He squinted his eyes shut before slowly opening them again, in front of him a well dressed man. He was wearing a tight fitting black suit. He shrugged his blazer off and placed it on the back of his chair before spinning round to face the new recruit.
"Evening, Taehyung. Hoseok has taken a liking to you and, normally, I'm the one who goes to the recruitments. But tonight, I sent Hobi. Do you have any idea why?" The sangsa enquired, a small, unreadable smile plastered on his face.
"N-No, sir. I've no idea." Taehyung answered, averting his eye contact away from the elder. Namjoon sighed a little, gripping Taehyung's jaw and guiding it so he was making eye contact.
"No one told you to respect your janglo, Tae? You're always to look them in the eye when talking. Especially when it's your hyeong." Namjoon smirked.
"Apologies, sir. But, I'm not your brother. I have no family." V replied, his eyes narrowing as so to stop the tears from falling.
"That's what you thought. I was given up for adoption when I was born and adopted by some control freaks. I didn't like them so decided to kill them when I was 15. After a while, I wracked up a long line of criminal history and began recruiting other people to help me achieve my vendettas. Now my question for you, Taehyung, is do you know who you have a vendetta against?" Namjoon asked. V nodded with a twisted smile.
"My uncle. He was the bastard who killed my parents and my grandmother. And I'm going to kill him. I'm going to slice his fucking throat and watch him bleed out as he begs for his life in front of my feet." Taehyung stated matter-of-factly.
"Well, you seem to have this planned out, V. With the correct training, you'll be ready to kill your enemies in no time. Just one last question, Taehyung. What's your sexuality?"
"I've been a gay sex worker since I was 15 so I would say I'm 100% definitely gay." Taehyung smirked, dropping his coat to reveal a bloodied "Daddy?" t-shirt, booty shorts and high heels. Namjoon cleared his throat and nodded.
"I-I see. Well, there are some fresh clothes in there, Taehyung," Namjoon said, pointing to a small chest of drawers before standing up and walking towards the door, "and I shall meet you upstairs when you're ready. I hope that lobster will be substantial enough for tonight's meal." He smiled before leaving the room. Taehyung had never had lobster in his life, only in his wildest dreams. He let out a shaky gasp as he opened the drawers, revealing gorgeous, black clothes. Taehyung never wore black. He was a sex worker, it was deemed too "depressing and morbid". But black was his favourite colour. It was the most flattering on him. He picked out a pair of fishnet tights, ripped skinny jeans and a cropped hoodie. Taehyung looked, some might say, beautiful. Running a hand through his hair, he looked in the mirror once more before walking upstairs, his heels clicking on the marble floor.

Entering the living room, the whole place went silent. He should've loved it. But he didn't. He felt all eyes fall on him.
"I-I know I'm not good enough to be part of your gang. But I'm doing this for me." Taehyung murmured, sitting on a spare seat and throwing his hood up.
"Hold on. Who said you weren't good enough? You killed that guy impeccably!" Hoseok said, sitting in front of Tae. Taehyung slowly looked up with tears pooling in his eyes and shrugged. Hoseok brought the pad of his thumb to Taehyung's eyes and wiped away his tears.
"No need to cry, sweetheart. You've got us now. Let me show you to your room." A small framed boy smiled, holding Tae's hand gently.
"W-What's your name?" Tae asked quietly as they walked to the rooms.
"My name is Jimin but you can call me Mochi. Namjoon may seem scary but he's a soft baby in reality. Now, we have a few rules in the Bangtan household, okay?" Taehyung nodded.
"First rule, never sleep with the enemy unless specific instructions are given. Second, any and all arguments between members are to be settled within 24 hours or punishment will follow. Punishments are to be decided by the sangsa unless it is that of a sexual nature. Third rule is that members are shared with one another, apart from Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung. In other words, everyone excluding Namjoon and Jin is in a polyamourous relationship. The final rule is never talk about Bangtan outside of these premises unless you're recruiting someone. Understood?" Jimin smiled as he fiddled with the frayed edges of Taehyung's blanket.
"Understood. So, does everyone rotate?"
"Not exactly. Some days, I really want to fuck Hobi and Yoongi at the same time so we have a threesome and other days it's Hobi and Jungkook. Other times it's just me and Hobi or just me and Yoongi or just Yoongi and Hoseok. It differs. Why do you ask?"
"N-No reason. So, what happens if I didn't want to do anything?"
"Then nothing's gonna happen, doll. Nobody is going to rape you." Jimin smiled gently, rubbing the back of Taehyung's hand soothingly.
"I'm used to it." Taehyung shrugged, looking away.
"You shouldn't have to be. I--"
"Jiminieeeee! Food is served!" A high pitched voice called. Jimin grinned before rolling his eyes, taking Taehyung's hand once more as he dragged him to the dining area. Expecting to see a middle aged woman with a welcoming smile and freshly baked cookies, he was more than surprised to see a broad shouldered male with a pinny laying the table. Although, he did have a welcoming smile.
"Welcome, sweetie! My name is Jin. Joonie says you killed someone today so you must be famished. Please, eat. I hope lobster will be good for you."
"Babe, are you still--" Namjoon began, adjusting his glasses as he rested his chin on Jin's shoulder.
"Yes, I'm doing your steak, Joonie. Go sit with our guest and I'll bring it to you." Jin smiled, pushing Namjoon to sit at the top of the table. Jungkook suddenly burst through the door, wiping blood from his brow. He sat next to Taehyung and sighed tiredly.
"Yah! You punk, take a shower! I do not want blood at this table!" Jin scolded, slapping a spatula against Jungkook's hand.
"But eomma Jinnie. I'm so hungry and tired. Please let me eat first." Jungkook pouted. Scowling at him, Jin finally gave in and piled food onto his plate. Taehyung ate ravenously, as if it was the first meal he'd eaten in days. And that was true. Taehyung hadn't eaten for 12 days so when he was told that he was going to be eating lobster, he was over the moon and even started crying.
"Sweetie, what's wrong? Are you allergic?" Jin frowned, placing the back of his hand against Taehyung's forehead.
"T-Thank you. So much. I only dreamt of eating something this luxurious. I've never felt this welcome or loved. Like, if I was still at Singularity, I'd be getting gangraped by five people, all with different kinks and then surviving off a tangerine until some horny business man decided to buy me food. Fuck, this feels so surreal." Taehyung admitted.
"Shit, man. Hobi told us you had a tough time at Singularity but nothing this bad. Y'know, you can always talk to us about anything you need to. Doesn't matter what it is." A small, stoic man spoke up, raising a eyebrow.
"Yoongi is right, Taehyung. This is a safe place." Namjoon smiled, cutting through his steak. Taehyung looked up and smiled gratefully at his new family, who all smiled warmly back, especially Jin. Out of nowhere, the TV turned on and the lights dimmed to a neon green, making everyone on high alert. Jin seemingly changed into someone completely different, grabbing a Glock from beneath his seat and cocking it back. Hoseok swiftly walked to the television and grabbed the keyboard connected to it, typing away at lightning speed.
"Taehyung, follow me. Come on, I need to show you something." Jungkook smiled, taking Taehyung's hand gently as he walked to the back of the house. Once in his room, Jungkook directed Taehyung to his bed and poured the two of them a drink. He proceeded to take his tight-fitted shirt off, revealing his abs and v-line.
"Apologies. I just don't want the blood to start sticking to me. Jinnie will have a bitch fit." Jungkook chuckled, throwing a loose fitted hoodie on and pushing his hair back before throwing his drink back. Jungkook contorted his face as he was hit by an overpowering flavour of soju, making the older giggle slightly. Jungkook heard something smash on the ground outside, causing him to stand up slowly and quietly lock the door. Taehyung sat up with a look of worry plastered on his already pale face.
"Jungkook, what's--" Taehyung began before being cut off by Jungkook raising his index finger to his lips.
"Shall we listen to some music, TaeTae? Here, grab my phone and press play." Jungkook suggested, passing his phone to Taehyung along with a pair of earphones. Tae put a bud in his ear and passed the other to Jungkook. Pressing play, Taehyung finally relaxed in the embrace of a new friend. Jungkook was already deeply attracted to Taehyung. It was clear by his actions, his fingertips tracing patterns on Taehyung's bare arms, the inhalation of Taehyung's scent and the shy smile he gave whenever Tae fidgeted to get comfortable.