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When the door clicks shut, Seokjin leans against the wood, tapping on his cellphone quickly. Within a few seconds, the tiny camera he placed in Jungkook's room starts giving him the live view of what's happening inside. His heart beats in thinly veiled excitement.
It was almost a miracle that he found Jimin's kryptonite so easily. He didn't mean to overhear about Jimin's desperation to score an audition with a company Seokjin had connections with— it was just that Jimin is too loud when he's on a call. Surely Seokjin can't be blamed for overhearing.
He eyes his cellphone. Jimin's face is so kind as he helps Jungkook sit up in his bed. But Seokjin can detect the true face behind that mask of politeness. Jungkook is still too naive, still innocent. There was no way he could have known what was hidden underneath that good guy persona Jimin had going on. But Seokjin's no fool.
In fact...Jimin reminds him of someone he wishes to completely erase from his head.
Someone whom Seokjin knew, such a long time ago, when he too was as naive as Jungkook.
- 15 years ago -
Seokjin didn't like birthday parties. His father always made a huge deal out of them, inviting every big name in the industry that he could think of. Seokjin found it nauseating how he would try to worm his way into the big circle.
He had just turned 15, but he knew enough of the industry to know what a scumbag most of these people were. Secret lovers, hushed bastards, prostitution rings and what not.
Seokjin hated every single one of them.
"You must be the birthday boy!"
Seokjin had been too busy glaring at the back of his father's head to notice the stranger that walked up to him. When he turns around, Seokjin finds himself choking on air.
This stranger has to be, hands down, the most handsome man he has met in his life. Wearing a warm green cardigan, the man had black tousled hair and a boxy smile.
Seokjin was too mesmerized to notice that he had extended his hand, waiting to shake his. Shaking pff his trance, Seokjin takes the man's hand. The handshake is firm.
"Hello...uhh..." He doesn't recognise him. Which is strange because Seokjin is always good with faces. If he had seen someone once in his life, then he'll remember that face as clear as this. This person, however, was a complete stranger.
"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung's my name," the man smiles widely. "I'm your father's newly appointed assistant."
Oh. Figures. Of course his father would hire this gorgeous man to be his assistant. Seokjin knew the drill. If any potential talent with a promising future caught his father's eye, the man would offer him a position as his assistant. Work experience, he called it. Keeping an eye on potential threats to his stars was more likely the truth.
But perhaps Taehyung didn't know that. And as much as Seokjin was pissed off at his father, he didn't tell Taehyung either.
That had been their first encounter.
Seokjin's father wanted him to learn everything about their company as soon as he turned 15. But the man never had time to spare. So the onus of the responsibility fell on Taehyung.
Not that Seokjin minded it in the least.
There was something about that man— Kim Taehyung was the most charming person Seokjin ever had the pleasure of meeting. He loved spending time with him as they went over company policies.
Taehyung was a patient teacher. He would never force Seokjin to take up too much at a time. He was always gentle with him, greeting him with the biggest smile all the time.
Soon enough, Seokjin found himself falling deeply for Taehyung's natural charms.
That had been Seokjin's first mistake.
He knew enough of the people in the entertainment industry to know feelings like love were nothing but a joke. A hazard. Yet somehow, Seokjin convinced himself that Taehyung was different.
He wasn't like the men who gave Seokjin lewd eyes every time he wore shorts during his visit to the company. No. Taehyung was not like them at all.
Seokjin had no intention of telling Taehyung his feelings. He was 15. Taehyung was 25. There was no way he was going to take his confession seriously. If the man started lecturing him about crushes and momentary infatuations, Seokjin would lose his mind.
So he kept his feelings to himself.
Until it was Taehyung who made the first move.
They were at an annual party thrown by their company. Amidst the men drinking themselves to an early death, Taehyung was a shining light. Despite still being a minor, Seokjin had managed to sneak in a few sips of alcohol, more so out of curiosity than anything else. He hadn't expected it to taste so horrible. Nor did he expect to get drunk from just one glass of whiskey. Okay, maybe it was more than one glass, but at that point, Seokjin was beyond giving a shit.
He liked the buzz that had settled inside him. The lights seemed warmer, and Taehyung seemed more handsome than ever.
"Your dad's going to kill you for getting this drunk," Taehyung grunted as he wrapped an arm around Seokjin's waist to keep him upright.
"Who cares?" Seokjin slurred, feeling slightly lightheaded but completely aware of the lack of distance between them. This was his best chance. He could lean forward and kiss Taehyung. He was even drunk so he could blame it on the alcohol! Taehyung would both forget about it in the morning and Seokjin would take it as his consolation.
It would be so easy.
But he couldn't do it.
The details from that night are still vague. Seokjin remembers Taehyung bringing him inside a dark room, allegedly so Seokjin could get some rest. It made sense back then. Seokjin was thoroughly dehydrated and it seemed like someone was hammering inside his head.
But then they got talking, and Seokjin made the second mistake of his life.
He confessed his feelings.
Something that he had vowed never to do. But it was too late. He couldn't take back the words. He waited for Taehyung to laugh. To ridicule him and call him a child for even daring to have such foolish thoughts. After all, he was still only 15.
But Taehyung did none of that.
Even now, 15 years later, Seokjin remembers that kiss they shared as clear as day.
Even now, it gives him nightmares.
Taehyung was gentle, caring, and understanding. But that night, Seokjin saw another side that Taehyung kept buried deep inside him. A side that left him breathless as Taehyung buried his tongue inside Seokjin's hole, eating him out like a man starved.
Seokjin had never felt something like that before. He wanted nothing more than to give up his body to Taehyung, for him to use as he pleased.
He had believed what they shared was love.
Seokjin truly believed it for three years. He believed it when Taehyung would whisper sweet nothings into his ear after flogging him until he came all over himself untouched. He believed it when the elder would leave little pecks on his nose while fucking into him right on his father's table. He even believed it when he found Taehyung buried deep into a new trainee that had joined the agency. The kid was 14.
How utterly naive.
He never got his closure from Taehyung. One day the man had just disappeared. Gone. Poof. Right into thin air. As if he never existed. The police came by, looking for information on Taehyung. But Seokjin didn't care if he was a criminal. He didn't care if Taehyung was fucking a hundred minors behind his back.
Seokjin was livid. He thought he meant more to Taehyung. That he was more than just a quick fuck to satiate whatever sick and twisted brain the man had behind his gentlemanly mask. But Taehyung didn't even leave Seokjin a letter goodbye.
He just...left.
Seokjin had never been the same after that. He realised how stupid he had been. If possible, he would erase those three years of his life completely from his mind. How could his heart still have moments of weakness for a man who had used him and threw him away like a rag? Why would he, 15 years later, still let that man have such power over him?
Seokjin didn't understand. But he knew one thing.
Whenever he was with Jungkook, he had less thoughts about Taehyung. That's why...he couldn't let Jungkook out of his grasp. He needed to make him his own. Immediately.
- present -
He watches with rapt attention as Jimin fondles Jungkook's chest while the younger resists in vain. He can almost hear the younger's meek protests, and his imagination is enough to make his cock twitch in his pants.
As much as Seokjin wants to relax and take his time with a slow jack off session, he's standing alone in the corridor and getting arrested for public indecency isn't in his schedule today.
His instructions to Jimin had been clear - drug up Jungkook more and do whatever he wants with him until the pills start to take effect. Except rape him. Seokjin made sure to specify that he won't take very kindly to Jimin taking too much liberty with Jungkook.
And even though the younger had promised to behave, Seokjin decided to stay close by. Just in case.
But Jimin is true to his words. He can see that the drugs knock Jungkook out much quicker this time. Just like Seokjin had instructed, Jimin haphazardly tosses Jungkook's shirt beside him and removes his shorts. His cock springs free, hard and leaking already.
Jimin pauses for a second, staring hungrily at the easy prey before him. For a second, it seems as if he'll throw caution to the wind and fuck Jungkook then and there. But Jimin shakes his head, breaking away from the trance.
Seokjin whistles, pretty impressed. He's not sure he could have resisted.
When the door opens, Jimin isn't even surprised to find Seokjin waiting outside.
"How was the meeting?" He asks sarcastically.
Seokjin shrugs. "Pretty boring. Thought I'd check up on you two instead. How's he doing?"
"Pretty knocked out." Jimin hesitates, biting his lip. "He..." For a moment, it seems as if he'll let his tongue slip, but then thinks better of it. "He seems exhausted. Maybe you could let him rest for today?"
If any outsider were to hear their words, they wouldn't detect anything strange. Who could believe they were talking about a drugged up kid, for whom Seokjin had so much more planned.
"I'll think about it. Thank you for your help. Expect a callback by tomorrow."
Jimin nods, carefully sidestepping Seokjin and leaves.
Seokjin hopes he never has to see him again.
Inside the privacy of his apartment, Seokjin goes to check on Jungkook. Just as he had suspected, the boy is passed out mostly, but shows signs of stirring. The bed dips as he sits beside Jungkook, gently rubbing his back.
"Jungkook-ah, are you awake? Why're you naked? You're going to catch a cold."
Perhaps hearing Seokjin's voice, Jungkook tries to open his eyes.
"Se...ok...jin....h-hyung." And without any warning, the kid bursts out crying.
Seokjin immediately cradles his shaking body, rocking him back and forth gently, whispering sweet words. "Hey, it's okay. Don't cry. Hyung is here for you. What's wrong, baby? Tell me. Shhh. You don't have to be afraid anymore."
His soft words only seem to spur Jungkook on as the younger cries his heart out, gripping onto Seokjin like an anchor. Something deep, deep inside Seokjin stirs as he gazes pitifully at Jungkook. His heart, that seemed like it'll never break out of the chains Seokjin had surrounded himself with, bleeds just a little for the young boy he was about to make his.
Jungkook's cries echo inside the room— raw and heartbroken.
"My poor Jungkookie...tell hyungie what happened. Where does it hurt? Hyungie will make everything better."
The boy looks up at Seokjin with those big doe eyes that had captured the elder's attention the first time they met. Red-rimmed and filled with tears, they look even more beautiful. But there's no trace of light left in them. No trace of the bright vibrancy that had pulled in Seokjin like a Siren's call.
No. This Jungkook has finally broken.
All it took was a little betrayal.
"Please...make everything go away. I don't like this anymore. There's something wrong with my body. Please make it stop. I should have listened to you. You were right. He...J-Jimin...he..." The boy breaks down again as he keeps pleading with Seokjin to make every bad thing go away.
And who is Seokjin to deny Jungkook's wishes?
"Don't worry, baby," he whispers, his hands slowly trailing all over Jungkook's body. "Hyungie will take care of you."
The boy clings to Seokjin, accepting his touches, opening his legs automatically as Seokjin's fingers grip his inner thighs.
"There's only one way to fix your body and make everything alright. Will you trust me, Jungkook?"
The boy nods without hesitation. "I trust you."
Jeon Jungkook is finally his.
~ The End ~