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It's almost evening and Seokjin is one more audition away from ending it all. They've been at it since morning and even after almost ten hours, he still hasn't found the right person.
"How many left?" he asks his assistant.
"Just one more, Kim-ssi."
"Thank fuck."
His assistant widens her eyes, shocked. Seokjin never curses out loud. He has a very posh image to maintain. His father is the CEO of the biggest entertainment company in South Korea, and Seokjin has big shoes to fill. But today, he makes an exception.
He's tired and hungry. Why had he even chosen to sit in for the Busan auditions? He should have just chosen the Seoul ones. At least there would have been more variety.
"Next we have, fifteen year old Jeon Jungkook."
"Acting?"
His assistant shakes her head. "No. Signing."
Well shit. This kid better not worsen his headache. Seokjin waves his hand, indicating for her to allow the boy inside.
He doesn't even look up when he hears the hesitant shuffling of feet because he's too busy trying to locate the kid's files under the mess that the table has become. The rest of the recruitment team frantically searches for a few minutes before Seokjin finds it tucked away under mountains of paper.
"Alright, Jeon Jungkook, was it? Let me check your applic—"
The words die out in Seokjin's throat when he sees the picture attached on the form. Suddenly all exhaustion from earlier disappears from his face. He whips his face up and feels the breath leave his body.
This has to be the prettiest boy he has seen.
The kid isn't expecting Seokjin to stare at him for so long. He shuffles on his feet, looking anywhere but at Seokjin. Or meeting anyone's eyes for that matter.
He's shy. A smile begins to form on Seokjin's face.
This is going to be very interesting.
"Hello, Jungkook-ssi. Or, would you mind if I call you Jungkook-ah?" Seokjin asks.
The kid shakes his head. His big doe-like eyes hold so much innocence in them that it tugs at his heart. Seokjin has definitely hit the jackpot today.
"Very well, Jungkook-ah. You're here to audition for singing, right? Please go on ahead."
Seokjin can see his assistant rolling her eyes from the periphery. He can guess why. This is the kindest he has been to any applicant so far.
His kind words seem to do the trick as Jungkook smiles shyly and finally meets Seokjin's eyes. The elder can feel his dick twitch. Fuck.
When Jungkook begins, they can barely hear him. Seokjin strains his ears to detect his voice over the soundtrack. The kid's nervous eyes dart from one person to the other, yet Seokjin can't help but notice how often they fall on him. Every time they do, he makes sure to send a reassuring smile, sometimes even a nod.
That seems to do the trick. Jungkook's confidence grows a little, and soon his voice comes out crystal clear. It's like hearing wind chimes on a warm summer's evening. Seokjin hadn't been expecting the kid to pack such vocals. He can feel his blood pump in excitement— both at having finally found his star, and at the way Jungkook's lashes flutter accompanied by just the slightest hint of a blush.
When the music stops, everyone applauds enthusiastically. Even Seokjin preens from satisfaction. This is it. His next star.
All the attention only turns Jungkook even redder. He stares intensely at the ground, as if willing it to swallow him whole.
"Thank you, Jungkook-ah. We'll let you know the results within a week. All the best," Seokjin smiles wide, patting the boy's shoulder lightly.
Jungkook looks up at him wide-eyed and curious.
"Did I...do good?"
Seokjin gulps. The grip on Jungkook's shoulder tightens just a little as he thinks how much he'd love to ruin that innocent sparkle in his eyes.
"You did very good, Jungkook-ah. I have a feeling that you'll do even better soon."
For a whole week Seokjin couldn't get Jungkook out of his mind. He tried in the beginning but then Jungkook's pretty lips and blushing cheeks would keep him up nights on end as he hastily jerked himself off. He couldn't wait to see the kid again.
It's his impatience that leads him to make the decision of delivering the results directly. Quickly dialling the number on the application, Seokjin waits patiently. One ring. Two rings.
By the fifth ring, someone picks up.
"Hello?"
The voice is of an older female, most likely Jungkook's mother. Seokjin smiles politely, even if she can't see him. He has always been taught to be polite.
"Good morning, ma'am. Am I talking to Jeon Jungkook's mother?"
"Yes, this is she."
"I have some good news, ma'am."
As expected, Jungkook's mother is thrilled. Seokjin had expected a little bit more hesitation when he told her that Jungkook would have to move to Seoul after joining the company, but surprisingly he meets none. Jungkook's mother is over the moon. This will be a lot easier than Seokjin would have thought.
When he reached Busan, it was almost evening. Seokjin made sure to drive his shiny new Mercedes today. It attracts looks of awe from every passer-by on the street. Exactly as he had planned. It won't hurt to show off just what kind of capable hands Jungkook's mother will be leaving her only child.
"Jungkook-ah, say hello," Jungkook's mother scolds him when the boy remains quiet, almost hidden behind her. "Ah I'm sorry Kim-ssi. He's just too shy. Are you sure he'll be able to succeed? I can't help but worry."
Seokjin smiles widely. "Please don't worry. Jungkook-ah's shyness is just another adorable characteristic of him. There are plenty of trainees who start out like him. I'll make sure to train Jungkook myself so he'll become the best at what he does."
The young man can't help but preen at the last sentence. If only Jungkook's mother knew exactly how Seokjin was planning on training the boy.
Once all formalities are complete and the contract has been signed, Seokjin ushers Jungkook inside his car. They have a long way to go if they were to reach Seoul today itself.
Jungkook's eyes almost bug out of their sockets when he sees Seokjin's car.
"Whoa," he exclaims. It's the first time Seokjin has seen an active response from him. He smirks.
"First time seeing something like this?"
Jungkook nods quickly, his eyes never straying from the car.
"Don't worry kid," Seokjin chuckles, patting Jungkook lightly on his cheeks. "If you're good enough, I'll let you ride many things soon."
During their drive back to Seoul, Seokjin keeps stealing glances at Jungkook. He had been dozing off for the past half an hour, so Seokjin isn't surprised to see him resting his head against the window, soft snores indicating he's fast asleep. Well, it is past midnight.
Seokjin wonders just how deep a sleeper Jungkook really is.
"Hey, Jungkook-ah."
No response.
"Jeon Jungkook, are you awake?" He repeats, a little louder this time. Yet Jungkook remains unresponsive.
A smile tugs at the corner of Seokjin's lips. Taking his right hand off the steering wheel, he rests it lightly on Jungkook's knee. There's no need to rush. This is just him checking out his new recruit.
His hand slides upward, squeezing Jungkook's thighs ever so lightly. Seokjin is surprised by the amount of muscle he finds despite the kid being only 15. Must work out once in a while. Jungkook however, doesn't stir. Even when Seokjin's hand brushes against his crotch, feeling the shape of the younger's cock under his hands, Jungkook remains fast asleep.
It takes everything in Seokjin not to park the car on the roadside and take him then and there. But he stops himself. There's no fun in that. He wants to break Jungkook slowly. Make him dependent on him so much that the kid won't have any other thought occupying his mind. Seokjin will be like oxygen to him. He won't be able to survive without getting raped by him. And Seokjin wants the kid to beg in that beautiful voice.
Oh how pretty he would sound, choking on Seokjin's cock, begging the elder to rape him, to ruin him, to fuck him until he's nothing but a dumb fucktoy. Seokjin can see the tent already forming in his pants. His eyes once again glance at the sleeping boy, so blissfully unaware of the grand plans Seokjin has made for him.
He'll find out soon enough. But first, Seokjin has to stop at his friend's pharmacy. It has been a while since he needed to stock up on his usual pills.