Thirty-six old Jeon Jungkook, once a powerful mafia boss, now the owner of one of the largest kink clubs around. Park Jimin had been gifted to the powerful mafia boss to pay off his father's debt when he was eleven years old. Jungkook ignored him fo...
Helen is in the living room supervising the cleaning of the room when she mentions to me school, I toss my Manga aside and leap off the black leather sofa "please ask him if I can go to school" I beg. The maids giggle at my theatrics as I shake her arm, puppy dog eyes on full display. She pulled her hand out of my grip as she shook her head "Jimin, you need to talk to Master Jeon he is your guardian, refusing to speak to him isn't doing either one of you any good. I know he is gone a lot he is a busy man, but could you at least try to talk to him. Maybe you would see that he is not as bad as your mind makes him out to be."
I scoffed crossing my arms over my chest "he took me from my father for that alone I will never forgive him, but alright I will speak to him about school."
Hours later one of the maids comes to get me for dinner, I am surprised to see Jeon seated at the table. This is the first time I have seen him since I was sick" I wanted to turn around and go back upstairs, but I forced my feet forward. Pulling out a mahogany stained chair I took a seat to his left at the dining room table loaded with dishes, the aroma making my mouth water.
We filled our plates and eat in silence, the only sound is the creaking of the wood chairs and the gentle taping of our silverware against our plates. I jumped almost throwing my fork as he broke the silence "Helen said you had something you wanted to discuss with me" I set down my fork and finally looked at him "I want to go to school" Jeon looked shocked for a moment before speaking "I'm sorry I should have hired you a tutor right away, I have been very busy and haven't had time to think of your education needs" I rolled my eyes "I don't want a tutor I want to go to school like a normal kid" he stared at me his cold dark eyes made me uncomfortable and I fidgeted in my chair "no, it's too dangerous. I will hire you a tutor" I slammed my hands down on the table making the dishes rattle noisily "I want out of this house, it's more like a prison than a home. I need friends my own age, are you scared I'll tell everyone you're a mafia boss" I jumped to my feet. He stared at me in shock "the suits pay no attention to me since I stopped trying to run away, so they talk freely. I have heard so much fascinating information."
"Sit down" he snaps shoving his plate away "listen to me, yes I am a mafia boss and you are my ward. People think you are my son and would gladly use you to get to me. You are safe here with my men, I will hire a tutor as education is very important." I sat down shoulders slumped in defeat "I understand your restlessness and I will let you leave when ever you want as long as you take two bodyguards with you. I am so excited I jump out of my chair and hug him "thank you Jeon" I sat back down and wolfed down the rest of my food." Jeon had a look of surprise on his face before he picked up his fork and finished his meal.
Two years later
I'm about to turn fourteen in a little over a month, Helen had informed me that today is Jeon's birthday though our relationship is rocky to say the least I still felt the need to buy him a present. She said he didn't celebrate his birthday, but everyone deserved to celebrate their birthday.
Jeon had given me a black card, I think it was a test to be honest to see if he could trust me. I used it for things like, mangas, clothes, food or anything else I needed, I didn't spend extravagantly and always left my receipts on his desk in his study. I felt guilty that he was pretty much paying for his own birthday presents, but I didn't have a way to make money at the moment.
The driver dropped us off at the mall, Miguel and Juan my bodyguards are wearing street clothes, their black suits made them stick out like a sore thumb, so I asked them to blend in by dressing casual. My bodyguards are in their early twenties, their twins with incredibly muscular bodies, shoulder-length black hair and eyes so dark brown they appeared black. We got along extremely well, and they are great shopping companions.
Puberty hit me like a ton of bricks, I started noticing my eyes were drawn to shapely male figures not the sexy half naked woman in movies. At the mall I watched men walk by taking in their masculine presence, practically drooling over muscular forearms. The ones that left me in a puddle are big muscular men ruggedly handsome covered in tattoos, their usually twice my age actually more around Jeon's age. I'm actually not sure how old he is I never cared enough to ask.
I had a hard time dealing with the realization that I am gay, I tried so hard to look at women in a sexual way. I found them attractive, women are beautiful, but they didn't make my heart race. I wish I had someone to talk to about this I'm surrounded by people but still felt so alone.
Koreans did not accept Homosexuality, at least the older generation. Younger people seemed to have a more open mind. Jeon seemed pretty straight laced, so if I came out to him I would probably get thrown out of the house. I had to wonder if he was sleeping with one of the maids, he had slept with the one that he had fired. The maids, even a gay boy like me would admit are beautiful. I shook my head it's none of my business.
I'm weaving my way through the crowd of people in the mall when something in a display window caught my eye, it is a black leather trench coat. It practically screamed Jeon. I walked into the shop and inquired about the coat "what size?" the salesman asked, I'm stumped glancing at my bodyguards they shrug. Jeon is a massive man, at least six foot five of pure muscle "two x" I guessed and hoped it fit. I also grabbed a heavy woolen scarf and some leather gloves lined inside with fleece, it's fall and the weather is cooling down he needed to stay warm. Don't get me wrong I don't like him, I never will, but something deep down in the pit of my heart told me he needed someone to take care of him. I wish I could ignore that feeling, but I can't, it's damn annoying.
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