Mafia's Princess|TK

seventeen

^ SAY THE NAME

17| happier

jeongguk was back downstairs, boxing the hell out of the lifeless boxing sack.

what the hell was wrong with him? first that dream. he can't get that damn dream out of his mind, he can't taehyung out of his mind, the way he looked so pretty, so submissive, so kissable, cuddle able, so... lovable.

"fuck!" jeongguk cursed out loudly, hitting against the leather sack over and over again, this time with gloves.

"my princess? for real jeon?!" he punched against it again. "my little lamb?!" another punch.

"he means something to you?!" he stopped, taking a break. he leaned against the wall, sliding down, breathing heavyly.

"he... means something to me."
no shit sherlock, he does. he means something to him. a lot in fact. he means so much to jeongguk that he wants to keep him forever by his side. he means so much to him that he is willing to give him all of himself and he doesn't even care. so much, that he can't get the male out of his mind, no matter how hard he tries.

taehyung means a lot to jeongguk.

"but i don't mean anything to him." jeongguk sighed.

and it's confirmed. his own saying was confirmed again. emotions do make you weak. the emotions he feels towards taehyung have weakened him to the core, there where he was already willing to let the smaller see his weaknesses.

jeongguk hid his face in his arms, frustratedly letting out a shallow breath.

he heard footsteps, but didn't look up, already knowing who it is.

"how did you find this place here too?" jeongguk asked lowly. taehyung stiffened, but brushed it off.

the ravenette now looked up and taehyung's breath hitched. jeongguk's hair was wet, loosely hanging on his forehead, his face was sweaty and he was only wearing a sports shorts and a grey tank top. taehyung gulped, looking at the tattoo sleeve that adorned the older's arm.

"i asked yoongi hyung." taehyung answers calmly, besides the fact his heart was beating out of his chest.

"why are you here?"

"because of you, jeon." their eyes locked, their hearts escalated.

jeongguk broke the eye contact. "if it's because of what happened yesterday evening, just leave."

taehyung took a sharp breath. "no... i wanna talk to you about you and me."

something about this sentence made jeongguk remember his dream. "us?"

"no, jeon, there is no 'us'." taehyung looked down to his feet, before walking towards jeongguk, sliding down the wall next to him.

both males were looking forward now. "what do you want, jeon?"

"kill these bastards who are after you." he said without thinking and taehyung's heart fluttered but that wasn't what he meant.

"good to know, but what do you want from me? why are you saying you wish you'd dropped me out of the car and then say that i'm your princess, that you won't let anyone hurt me?
why do you say you don't care about me, but then act like it. why are you... playing like that?"