The Pervert Mafia Boss

"Get your fucking ass out of this house and enter my car before I fucking bend you over that couch and fuck your brain out in here." Taehyung groaned, pressing hard against jungkook .

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"I said 'act like my boyfriend' for just five minutes, not
'act like my fucking husband' for the rest of your life!"

Jeon Jungkook half-yelled, his fingers curled into a tight fist as he glared at the terrifying, yet super gorgeous man in front of him.

Kim Taehyung blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of jungkook figure into his memory, not minding that he was disturbing his work at all.

"I don't see a big difference between the two."

"Oh, for fuck sake! You're a thug, but surely you're not dumb, are you? Do you not know when to stop?" Jungkook scoffed, his anger growing thicker.

"Sadly, I don't seem to know what 'stop' means. You made the idea of being someone's boyfriend sound so great now I don't think I wanna stop."

Jeon jungkook knew asking a mobster to fake being his boyfriend would get a lot of unnecessary attention from lustful eyes off him, but what he never knew was that the man he had just picked was no different from the unwanted pests that lingered around him, wanting to have a taste of him.

Kim Taehyung enjoyed clubbing as much as he enjoyed killing; however, despite this, he was extremely lonely. Now, the big bad man had found a toy he could play with, and he was having the best fun of his life. Would he ever stop and return to his lonely life?

That, he wasn't sure he could do that. Not even when he realized jungkook was his enemy's son. He needed jungkook , either to break him or to make him.