K-pop fans and the world at large are thrown into turmoil when the rising global sensation Bangtan Sonyeondan, better known as BTS, are kidnapped in the dead of night. As the world reels in confusion, the young men of BTS find themselves living a ni...
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Mathan had little time to gather his thoughts on the short trip to Sven's room, taking a moment before knocking to compose himself, knowing that he could not just kill the man and be done with it. Closing his eyes and counting to five, Mathan knocked firmly on the rare wooden door and waited for Sven to answer, his hands in fists behind his back.
Looking down at his watch Sven mused; it didn't take the guard dog long to come barking at his door. Throwing a grin at Misha, he nodded for her to open it and let the man in.
"What can I do for you this fine snowy afternoon, Mr. Foley?" Sven inquired as he leaned back in his chair and stretched out his legs, making himself look very relaxed and almost boneless.
"Where is Jimin?" Mathan hissed as he entered and looked around. "And what business do you have with Kim Taehyung?"
"I hardly think it is any of your business what I do with my property," Sven said in a warning tone, "but if you must know...Jimin broke the rules and now he is being punished for it."
Completely ignoring Mathan's question about Taehyung because he knew it got under the man's skin, Sven took out a thin cigar and lit it.
"Jimin isn't property," Mathan scolded. "And he isn't some child. How do I know you haven't slit his throat and left him to bleed out because you got bored or somehow broke him already?"
It wasn't lost on Mathan that Sven was trying to mind-fuck him as well, he just wasn't going to let it work. The asshole seemed to have forgotten that Mathan had met monsters far worse than his adolescent ass.
Mathan had met Sven's sire many times before. Was still haunted by the devil in his dreams.
Straightening in the chair Sven waved Misha out of the room. When the female guard was gone he let the mask of civility drop from his face.
"Jimin made the error of touching something he shouldn't have. If he were any less than my private jewel I would have removed his hand for the trespass he committed. However, I did not wish to further mar his perfection, and indeed I have use for the very hand that did the deed, so I have sent him into isolation until he learns his lesson. A few days away and he'll be begging for my attention. He is resting comfortably and unharmed in any way, in the smaller suite next door. You are more than welcome to check on him, if you like?"
Mathan eyed the man with severe distrust. He knew better than to trust a rat.
"What did you do to Taehyung?" he growled, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Giving a sad, put-upon sigh, Sven stood and walked to the large mirror by his bed. He took his time going over his appearance before zeroing in on Mathan's reflection.
