S*X MATE | Vkook

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Jeongguk was abducted on his birthday.

Great!

"Who the fuck are you?", he spat with a glare, "Honestly, fuck that and fuck you. I don't wanna know who you are."

"You don't know me?", the guy asked.

"I would've if you were Angelina Jolie.", Jeongguk rolled his eyes.

Honestly, they hadn't even tied his legs. He could just stand up and walk o- wait, why can't he move? oh shoot! his hands are tied behind his back against the chair.

Dang it!

"I'm the boss!"

"And, i'm iron man. Now you gonna suck my dick or let me go?"

"Keep your fucking guts in check! I'm capable of killing you on the spot."

"If capability determined behaviour, everyone would be killing everyone.", Jeongguk wasn't letting some old fart win this battle. Not when he specially had been practicing for this moment.

He also hoped that soyeon had already detected his location and they were on their way to rescue his ass because honestly— he couldn't afford to let his pretty self get sold to some fuck who couldn't even beat the beauty of Taehyung's shit.

"You're being disrespectful."

"It's my birthday. Technically, you are the disrespectful one since you haven't even wished me once.", Jeongguk scoffed.

The boss paused for a moment before removing a gun from his back pock- "Oh my god! Chillax dude, put that thing down. No need to be so serious.", Jeongguk started getting panicky, his ass squirming on the uncomfortable seat, as he jump flipped; the seat leaving the ground and rotating from above his head, landing heavily on the boss, knocking him out in one go.

The chair broke as the black suited guy fell on the floor limp. The guards standing outside the room didn't knock or suspiciously come inside thinking their boss had been having fun hurting the new boy. Jeongguk confusedly stared at his hands that were tied to two wooden sticks, precisely once a chair, wondering whether doing biceps twice a week had worked out or shoulders had.

The guy didn't wake up at all when Jeongguk regained himself and tried to kick the bastard some conscious, he remained still as if dead.

Jeongguk sighed and sat in the corner of the room, hands still tied against the remains of the chair. He played Rock, paper, scissors with himself to keep the mood and the atmosphere a little less gloomy.

Where the fuck is Soyeon?

Wait— what was the plan anyway?

fLaShBaCk *~*