On the way home we stopped at a bakery and I bought Jeon a cupcake, chocolate with strawberry filling and strawberry frosting a whole candied strawberry on top. Helen told me Jeon had a weakness for chocolate covered strawberries, so I bought a dozen of those, also.
Returning home I sat them on his desk, I sat down in the living room eagerly awaiting his arrival, I fell asleep for a couple of hours only to be awoken by Helen "he's not coming home tonight" I can see the concern in her eyes "I guess I'll go to bed then" even to my own ears my voice sounded hollow.
I hated nights the most, all the staff left and I'm in this big house alone. The suits are outside patrolling the property, most nights I cry myself to sleep. I'm scared and alone, and Jeon doesn't care.
He doesn't return for three days, I go in his office and throw away the cupcake. It's old and dried out, I snatch the box off his desk "is that for me?" I jump startled by the deep voice. I turn to face Jeon, I march over and slam the box into his chest "why didn't you let me die? You don't fucking care, no one does" much to my humiliation I burst into tears, I try to run, but he grabs my arm "God dammit, don't say that. I do care, I've been training my replacement. As of today I'm retired from the mafia, we are moving. The suits will be gone, most of the staff. Helen will be our housekeeper and cook. You will be able to go to public school and be a normal kid."
I wiped my eyes as I gazed up at him "you promise" He nodded, I jumped slamming my small body against his massive one and hugged him tightly "thank you" this is the first time I had shown Jeon any sort of affection. I can feel his muscles ripple under my cheek as I inhale his clean masculine scent, this is nice. I step back "when are we moving?" he sighed "the house was just built we need to pick out colors for the interior and decor, I don't want to bring anything with us unless necessary. The beds and other furniture are staying, I want to leave the past behind and start anew." I glanced at the almost blinding white walls and floor and shook my head "I'm helping you pick out decor you have horrible taste." Jeon laughed "actually I paid an interior decorator to design this and I agree I've always hated it" I grimaced "you need a refund".
We decided to go and pick out paint and decor items now since we are both anxious to leave this place behind.
I wanted to see the house, so I could get an idea of how to design it. I loved the house on sight, It was perfect. Upstairs is two bedrooms the master bedroom having an ensuite bathroom. My room is to the left, the bathroom just a few feet away. Downstairs is the living room, kitchen, laundry room, dining room and a study. Outside is a beautiful patio, the massive pool is empty right now.
With images fresh in my head we're off to the furniture store. Walking inside Jeon glances around "use the black card I'll trust your judgement. I'm going to get us coffee, what do you want?" I shot him a glare "don't be a dick if you hate the decor, you're the one that left a fourteen-year-old in charge of it anyway I'll take a mocha frappé with extra chocolate and whip cream" Jeon laughed "you seem to know what you're doing like I said I'll trust your judgement" I shrugged and went in search of a clerk, the bell over the door tinkled as Jeon exited the building.
The clerk stared at me as if I had two heads as I told him I wanted to place a large order, he stared down at me awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck "kid where's your parents?" I rolled my eyes and pulled my wallet out of the back pocket of my jeans and flashed the black card "here's dear old daddy, so can we please get started" he shrugged and grabbed a clipboard off the desk. He followed behind me as I pointed out the items I wanted, the beds are our last stop "is it possible to order an Ace mattress, daddy is a big bastard" he gave me a weird look but nodded. I turned and smacked into Jeon, he had the strangest expression on his face "did you just call me daddy?" I shot him a glare "don't get used to it" I huffed walking off to pay for the order "oh I don't know I kind of like the sound of it" my face heated as I paid for my purchase. I shoved the receipt into his chest "asshole" I headed off to the car his laughter floating after me.
Jeon is banned from the house till it's done he mops around the house with nothing to do at least this is what Helen tells me, I want to laugh now he knows how I feel. It is insane how busy I am, directing painter and gardeners. When the painting is done and dry the furniture is delivered, one of the guys is around seventeen. We have been exchanging heated gazes, seriously he is smoking hot. Shaggy black hair with a slight curl to it, tan skin, thick full lips, hazel almost gold colored eyes and can we talk about his muscles. I wanted to drool when he took off his hoodie leaving him in a tank top that exposed his rippling muscles.
I flounced onto the couch, the deliverymen had left now I had to wait for the cable guy, security alarm company and internet company. I am lost in thought when a knock at the door startles me, I get up and answer the door. It's so hot deliveryman "hey sorry to bother-" I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut with his big hand I found myself pinned to it. His lips claimed mine is a searing kiss, I'm sure I'm going to combust at any moment. We broke the kiss for much-needed air, I took his hand and led him to the living room. He sat down on the couch pulling me down into his lap "I was hoping you felt it too. It was so damn hard to focus on work when my dick is hard as a rock it didn't help that you were gazing at me like I was desert" I giggled "you're not a dessert, but a whole damn meal" he laughed "so you just moved in? What school are you going too?" "Pluto Heights High School" his face lit up "oh, thank God, you look really young, and I was really hoping you were older than you look" I laughed "I turn fourteen in few weeks" he squeezed my waist gently "I'm sixteen and I go to the same school so how about being my boyfriend" I giggled and nodded my head. His name is Jacob and I think I'm falling in love.
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FanfictionThirty-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...