"What the fuck are you doing on my property?" Taehyung sneered, his hand reaching out, and burying itself into Yoongi's hair, and pulling.
Yoongi cried out, stumbling. His knees buckled, and he fell.
"Answer me, rat!"
He didn't want to answer. He really didn't. Honestly, Yoongi hated himself in this moment. He got caught, but that wasn't the worst.
This man, this older man, had his hand gripping tightly at his hair, and had Yoongi on his knees.
And Yoongi was getting aroused.
"Fine, bitch. You don't want to answer." He sneered, he stepped around the small boy, tilting his head back so he could stare at Taehyung. His face was dark, and terrifying. His hand momentarily let go of Yoongi's hair, and relocated to his neck, squeezing tightly, as his eyes angrily gazed into Yoongi's.
Struggling to breathe, Yoongi started to scrape his hands against Taehyung's. His eyes had tears pooling.
Taehyung was quick to smack his free hand across Yoongi's face, and his hands went down, no longer scratching.
"Ah~ what a cute little bitch you can be. I will let you breathe if you tell me why you're on my property."
Yoongi wet his bottom lip with his tongue, tears now falling. He nodded.
Taehyung held his grip for a moment longer, before letting go. He stared down at the younger, his dick hardening slightly.
Ah, seeing this helpless boy, at his feet. It was exhilarating.
"'M.. 'm sorry, sir.. you just really upset me when you called me.. called me a rat, and a thief." Yoongi stuttered through the sentence, after catching his breath.
Taehyung hummed at the word in which he was addressed. Sir..nice but could be improved. "What else would you be? You look like you belong in the poor part of town. When I see someone like that, wearing my clothes, that's all that comes to mind."
Yoongi let out a frustrated whine, and moved to stand up, but was stopped. A hand on his head, threatening to curl into his hair again.
"If you get up without my permission, I will make you regret ever following me home."
Yoongi nibbles on his lips, somehow knowing that the threat was real. He hesitated before speaking again.
"I am not from across the city.."
Taehyung rolled his eyes, "Really, where are you from, rat?"
"D... down the street.. my address is xxx xx." Yoongi said, his head down.
Taehyung counted how many houses down that was, then scoffed.
"Bang's kid? I expect more from his kid. I think you're lying."
Yoongi looked up at him, his eyes hard, "I'm not lying!" He barked, and was answered with a sharp smack to the face.
Fuck his body, really. He was glad it was dark outside.
"Did I say you can look at me?" Taehyung growled out. "Not lying, hm? Well, I think we can go down the street and ask him ourselves, Yea?"
Yoongi nodded, but didn't speak or look at Taehyung this time. He hated himself, that he was so willingly following orders.
Taehyung gripped the boys hair, pulling him up, enjoying the winching face of pain the boy made.
"Follow me. I don't want you running off." He said, and grabbed Yoongi's wrist so he could not run off. Through the front door of his house, he pulled Yoongi along. Taehyung grabbed his car keys, and then he went to the garage.
It only took a minute of driving, but he preferred that over the five or six minute walk with the troublesome male.
Yoongi kept quiet, knowing his father would be very upset.
When they pulled into his driveway, Taehyung turned off the car, getting out and angrily slamming his door. He walked to the passenger side of the door, pulling out Yoongi, who was taking too long for him.
He marched them angrily up to the front door and loudly banged on it.
Why did he have to be awoken at one in the morning for this? His son had noticed it, and woken him up to deal with it.
The door was answered, by Shihyuk himself, who looked worried. When he saw his son, his face caked a little.
"Um.."
"Is this your son?"
"He is. Why do you have him?"
"I woke up to your throwing toilet paper all over my house." Taehyung said through gritted teeth.
Shihyuk pinched the bridge of his nose, and glared at Yoongi.
Before the eldest man could say a word to him, Yoongi spoke.
"I'm sorry daddy! He was being rude, though, when I hadn't even done anything!"
Taehyung's hand left its bruising grip on Yoongi's wrist, and now gripped the back of his neck, and pushed him forward, into the doorway.
"Next time he is on my property, I will not give him back so easily." He said, his voice low, and he promptly turned around and left.
