Taehyung hated working before school. It was always a chore. No one ever even took him seriously!
It was always drug runs that he was put on too. Probably because he was the only one psychotic enough to get shit done the Kim way.
In high school and you're a drug lord. Ah~ the world works in mysterious way, don'it.
Of course, his boss made him stay in high school, insisting he needed this level of education, for his own sake.
Doing these little runs before school made him late for breakfast with his friend though. Park Jimin, his name was. Taehyung knew he was a syndicate leader, but never brought it up.
Mainly because his own boss, Jin, had some type of fucking infatuation with the boy, and Jimin had one too.
After walking in on the two once, it became known to Jimin that Tae was in Jin's syndicate, and he was a little mad at first, but got over it quickly.
God- those two hated each other. It was quite comical. Jin had not cared about the boy until they met at a bar once, and Jimin ended up spilling a drink on Jin, and somehow punching him in the face.
Jimin's mother kept him home for nearly a week with 'strep' because he couldn't even speak after that.
Back to the present, however. Taehyung, in the middle of a deal, got a FaceTime call. He checked to see who it was, and smirked, swiping across the screen to answer it. One of the few people he'd answer in this situation.
Jimin.
"Hey.. Tae do you think he would find this hot?" He asked, his camera facing a mirror, showing him in a pair of tight black skinny jeans, with patches removed on the thighs, exposing his skin, and a flowy, oversized white button up shirt.
When Jimin found out that Jin became a teacher at his school, he was infuriated. At first. But then he just figured out ways to make the older man angry. It was amusing.
Taehyung nodded, his eyes flashing dangerously to the druggie in front of him.
"Yea. He'd probably go crazy."
"Mm, that's what I thought. He really likes my thighs. Okay~ see you at school!" He chirped, then hung up.
Taehyung looked back up at the several men surrounding him, exhaling calmly.
"You can't just interrupt a deal like that, kid."
"And who are you getting drugs from, hm? I control you." He snarked.
"Oh shut the fuck up. I'm not paying you for this disrespect!"
Taehyung had pocketed his phone so quickly, and moved so he was chest to chest with the speaking male. He looked terrified at the sight of Taehyung so close.
"Want to.. say those words again? I didn't really appreciate them."
**
Loser
Me
Come to my office when you arrive
Always so formal, old man?
I will literally choke you
Oo kinky
Must we repeat our first meeting, kid?
Oh yes! It was so much fun
Come see me when you get to school.
Jimin sneered at his phone screen. He had been sitting in his car for a few minutes, but after receiving these texts from Jin, he decided to go in.
Honestly, he fucking hated Kim Seokjin, but he had a big dick, so it was chill. No one else would fuck him like he wanted, anyways.
He smirked as he remembered what he was wearing. Ah, he loved teasing the older male. He wouldn't dare touch him in school. Too suspicious.
Not even bothering to knock, he waltzed into the office like he owned it, locking the door behind him.
"Hello, old man. How may I grace you presence?"
Jin grunted, his sour expression falling as he looked up to see what Jimin was dressed in.
"What a fucking whore. You're going to walk around school like that? Your legs exposed- your-"
"I did it all for you, sir~ I know how much you like my thighs, and how cute I look in oversized things. Besides, my skin is clean and has no marks. It's quite boring." Jimin said, his eyes twinkling.
"Maybe I'll let that new kid in my class give me some hickies. He has been eyeing me up-"
Jin had Jimin up against the wall in a very short amount of time, his hand in a bruising, vice grip around his throat, and his head had smacked against the brick wall, a high-moan like whine of pain slipping past his lips.
"You will do no such thing. You think I haven't touched you at school because there are rules? I'm Kim fucking Seokjin, I don't give a shit about rules, you fucking slut."
Once the grip on his neck had lessened, Jimin grinned manically.
"So possessive over me, old man. If I'm not mistaken, I would say you have a crush on me~ but, that can't be true, right? You don't feel that kind of emotion. Only anger and lust, hm? Now, it's been too long. Show me why I can't let anyone else touch me body, before I have to run off to classes."
**
"I fucking hate him."
"Then-"
"Because his whole stupid energy makes me horny, dammit! Gimme the ice pack!" Jimin whined, making grabby hands at the ice pack Hoseok held.
After a very aggressive makeout session with Jin, the bell rang, and Jimin hopped off to the nurses office, pulling the office TA with him. He needed painkillers for his raging headache, an ice pack, and bruising gel.
Needless to say, his neck was no longer bare of any marks.
Very visible fingerprint bruising, lots of red and purple hickies, Tylenol, an ice pack, and a water bottle later, Jimin was in his second our class. The class he had with Jin as a teacher.
He didn't look too far off either. He had multiple marks on his neck as well, though they appeared to be older, and near faded. Which, wasn't true, as they were from this morning, but Taehyung always had some type of magic bag of makeup.
Jimin was just in a far worse condition because he nearly got a fucking concussion from the stupid brick wall.
Fuck Jin.
