Blood In The Water / Mafia / Kim Taehyung

~ 20

The rest of the meal had pretty much been a disaster - not that that first half hadn't. Everyone had gone quiet, only breaking the silence to bicker between one another. Taehyung was more than displeased, and to make matters worse, him and Jungkook kept accidentally bumping arms as they sat beside each other, aggravating the males even more. Everyone had finished their food as quick as possible so we could finally leave the restaurant and go back home. I enter my old bedroom, both me and my belongings back where Taehyung wanted them. It was as if Taehyung had made sure I was given the room that felt most like a prison cell. I let out a heavy sigh and run my hand through my hair, completely exhausted from the evening.

"Knock knock," I hear Taehyung shout from the corridor while banging his fist on the wooden door. I clench my hand into a fist and let out a silent scream in frustration. I just wanted to be left alone for a while. I mumble a "fuck off," under my breath, knowing it wouldn't be wise of me to say it any louder. After giving myself a second to gain composure once again I walk over to the door and open it to face a tired but smug looking Taehyung.

"Well Hanna, if my calculations are correct, your rent is due," Taehyung pushes his way in to my room and closes the door firmly shut behind him. I notice him glancing around my room, his eyes roaming over my clothes which were spread out on the very limited furniture in the room. "I'm sorry, what?" I spit out, hands coming up to rest on my hips.

"You really thought you could just stay here without giving me anything in return?" He laughs, clearly amused by my confusion. "What do you want?" I ask, fearful of what he had in mind but putting on a brave face anyway. I find my feet carrying myself to my bed, followed by Taehyung who is just a few steps behind me.

"I don't know. What are you willing to give me?" He raises an eyebrow before pushing me back on to the bed with a heavy thud. Before I can even register what is happening Taehyung climbs up over me, knelt with his legs on either side of my thighs and his hands reaching for my wrists. "Taehyung what are you doing?" This time I have trouble disguising the worry in my voice, not that my heavy breathing and widened eyes didn't give that away already.

"So let me get this straight. You think you can just stay in my house, with nothing to give back? Didn't your parents teach you any manners?" He knew he would hit a nerve by mentioning my parents. "Secondly, you decide to sneak around with Jungkook, doing fuck knows what? Is he good in bed, Hanna? Is that what you two get up too?" Taehyung crudely asks. His eyebrows draw together and his eyes become hooded. The grip he has on my wrists becomes tighter with every passing second and I can feel Taehyung's finger nails carving prints into my skin. "I try and make sure you're okay. I try and give you everything so you don't have to worry about anything and this is what I get in return?" His voice falls to a lower tone, ending his sentence with a heavy sigh.

"Taehyung, please stop," I whisper desperately, the pain in my wrists becoming too much for me to handle. Taehyung releases his grip on my wrists and for a second I'm relived until he bends down and places his lips on mine, instantly shoving his tongue into my mouth. Our first kiss. I kick my legs in a panicked state, trying to get him off of me. I become hypersensitive to every touch, sound and smell. I could taste my salty tears mixed with Taehyung's saliva as he continued to deepen the kiss.

He finally breaks away from me and reaches up for the first button of his shirt. "Tae -" I begin but I'm cut off when he leans down to briefly push his lips against mine again. "Don't," he shushes me, unbuttoning his shirt. I'm full on sobbing now, the tears running fast and heavy down my face. I think about screaming and calling for help but who would actually come to save me? Jungkook? I'd got him in enough shit already.

Taehyung begins to lick and suck at the skin on my neck, biting until a bruised mark is left behind. He smiles, looking down at his handiwork and then repeatedly begins to mark all over my neck. "Is this what you want?" I breathe out heavily, through choked gasps, "to become just like your father?" I cry out and Taehyung freezes on the spot. Taehyung didn't have many weaknesses, in fact, at first glance it seemed he had none, but I'd figured out what his biggest fear was: To become his father.