VENDETTA | VKOOK

┌INTRO┐

┌VENDETTA┐

To join the Mafia, Taehyung needs to prove his loyalty by killing the last person he slept with. The last person he slept with happens to be a pretty, doe-eyed, bunny-toothed boy, who also happens to be the Mafia boss' son.

Warning
This book includes:
[drugs]
[smut]
[rape]
[death]
[an author who knows nothing about mobs/mafias]

"You're leaving?"

Taehyung turned to the boy, who was perched atop his bed. His hair was a little messy, even curling up at certain parts, ultimately falling onto his forehead. His bubblegum pink lips were apart, bitten, complimenting his rosy pink cheeks. His eyes were big, sparkling, like nebula had birthed them. He was gorgeous, really, wearing an oversized t-shirt which kept falling off his shoulder.

There was a certain innocence that flared from him. Well, innocent as in i-just-got-fucked-last-night-but-somehow-i'm-still-adorable. He was good in bed, Taehyung wouldn't lie. Of course, he doesn't remember anything- just remembers going to a club and seeing the boy drinking on his own, and the next hour, having him whining on his lap on the cab back to his place.

He also couldn't remember his name.

"Yeah. Um- have some work to get done." Taehyung said, pulling his black t-shirt over his head.

"Oh. Okay. Where do you work?" The boy asked, his eyes following Taehyung around the room. He watched with intent eyes as Taehyung crouched down to tie his laces on his shoes.

"Bartender." Taehyung lied. He turned to see the boy, who still looked a little dazed. "You?"

"I-I work at this.. um.. bakery." The boy said quickly, and Taehyung almost snickered. He seemed like he'd work at a bakery, spend his days icing cupcakes and hand them to little kids, giggling and stringing up fairy lights. Completely opposite from Taehyung.

"Cute."

"Cute?" The boy asked, and Taehyung stood up, his shoes now tied. Taehyung grabbed his jacket, and tucked his phone into his back pocket.

"Do you do this often?" The boy asked, and Taehyung sighed, and then turned to look at the boy, who was now standing up.

"I can tell you don't." Taehyung chuckled, and then walked out of the boy's room, towards the door. He lived in a loft, with a lot of lighting and no plants. Surprising. He seems like the type to own plants.

"I don't. I'I'm new to this. Don't really know how to do this 'talking after the sex' part." The boy confessed sheepishly, but still wanted to muster up pieces of information about Taehyung. Taehyung let out a small sigh, and then turned to the boy.

"Listen, kid. You don't have to know much. There's no need to talk. Just have the sex, and go." Taehyung said, still embarrassed about the fact that he couldn't remember his name.

"I'm not a kid." The boy huffed, and Taehyung chuckled.

"Really? How old are you?" Taehyung asked, and saw the boy's cheeks redden.

"I'm 21." He said in a small voice, and Taehyung hummed, noticing how the boy looked everywhere but at Taehyung.

"Not a kid, then. I'm 22." Taehyung explained, and the boy nodded quickly. The tension between them was awkward, after all- the only talking they had done was drunkenly, in bed.

Taehyung's done this numerous amount of times, yet the part where he has to say hey, sticking my dick in you was fun, goodbye, i hope i never see you again- was always the most difficult part.

"Bye." The boy called out, holding his door open just a little, not to let the cold air into his house. After all, he was only in a t-shirt and boxers. Taehyung walked down the steps of the house, towards the lift.

Taehyung just waved at him, seeing the boy close the door, seemingly unaffected. Taehyung walked away, assuming that he'd never see the boy again.

Little did he know this boy would turn his world on its axis.