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taehyung knows he’s fucked. he fucked up so bad, he’ll definitely end up in jail.

he breathes heavily, looking over his shoulder to see if the cops are still chasing him. there’s no one behind him. he probably lost them, but he can still hear the siren somewhere distant from him.

so he continued to run.

taehyung doesn’t know what will happen now. he doesn’t know what he’s going to do. all he knows is that he needs to run and hide from the authorities. he’s going to his small studio apartment to pack his things, then go somewhere far away from seoul.

just ten minutes ago, he was counting the insane amount of money that he earned from selling illegal drugs. he remembers his college friend who’s also the one who brought him into this dangerous world—sooyoung and her big smile as she counts her money. he remembers the creepy muscled men surrounding them, watching them. it was uncomfortable, but taehyung quickly realized that these are the people who provides the drugs and substances that they sell.

he remembers sooyoung’s words when she told him about her part time job, “it’s a good pay, tae. thousands, even millions of won. and you don’t have a strict schedule. they call you when they need you and pay you right after you did your job.”

sooyoung knows that taehyung is desperate for money. he just turned 19 when he moved to seoul from daegu for college. taehyung is a smart boy. he graduated as a valedictorian in high school, and he easily got a scholarship in seoul national university as a biology major. however, he’s still in need of money to pay for his own expenses such as food, apartment bills, and some school expenses that his scholarship can’t cover. on top of that, his father lost his job, and his mother is sick so he doesn’t have a choice but find a job to support his family in daegu.

sooyoung’s words are like a trap—he let himself fall for it.

and now he’s running.

taehyung panted, looking around him to know where he is. he slowed down a little, trying to catch his breath. he feels like he’s going to pass out because of the run that he did. he’s definitely not the most athletic person.

there’s a lot of people around him. the streets of seoul is always busy, even at night. taehyung realized which part of seoul he’s currently in—the part where there are bars and strip clubs everywhere you look. there are people going in and going out of the bars and strip clubs. some people who are just outside to breathe a fresh air. some are leaning against the wall, having a chat, and exchanging things that’s too small to get someone’s attention, but enough for taehyung to know what they’re really doing.

this is the kind of life he got himself into. far from his parents’ expectations. they’re going to be so disappointed once they found out. they’re going to tell him that he wasted his intelligence and he ruined his future.

now, he’s on the run. now, he’s part of the most wanted list.

he started to fasten his pace again, but not running. just walking a little too fast. no one cares, though. everyone here knows how to mind their own business.

his eyes caught the familiar bar where sooyoung first brought him when he decided to do the job—kryptonite.

according to sooyoung, the one who owns the bar is their big boss, but he never got the chance to meet the big boss. it’s not like he wants to.

taehyung stiffened when he heard the familiar sound coming from a walkie-talkie behind him. it’s a police radio, he’s fucking sure of that.

he subtly look over his shoulder, and there he saw three cops walking behind him, looking around, and definitely searching for him. fuck!

he started to walk really fast, avoiding people so that he wouldn’t bump into someone. he doesn’t run to avoid catching the cops’ attention. he tried to calm himself so that he can think properly. if he panic, he’s going to make a mistake, and he’ll get himself jailed after tonight.

taehyung exhaled silently, glancing at the glass wall in his side as he walks to see the cops behind him. his heart is thumping crazily inside his chest, especially when he saw how close they are to him.

he fixed his grey hoodie that covers half of his face, and looked straight. he’s close to kryptonite. maybe he can stop there for a while until these cops leave, but before he can decide, a black mercedes benz stopped in front of the said bar. bunch of men in black surrounds the car.

taehyung frowned. he has never seen this car before. it seems like the person inside is an important person—a celebrity or maybe a politician?

the car door opened and a tall man stepped outside. he has a long black hair, but not long enough to cover his whole ears. he’s wearing a black button shirt underneath his black coat. he has a serious face, and he doesn’t look familiar so maybe not a celebrity.

“excuse me?”

taehyung’s breathe hitched. fuck. he forgot about the cops behind him! the voice is so close behind him, he couldn’t take a risk and look. he doesn’t know if the cops are speaking to him, but he knows that they’re close.

the younger doesn’t even realize that he’s shaking, eyes wide and round in panic. he feel his stomach churn and the cold feeling of his blood leaving his face.

he doesn’t even realize that his eyes met the dark piercing eyes of the man from the mercedes benz.

“hey! excuse me!”

if he wasn’t sure before, he’s a hundred percent sure now that the cops are coming for him.

tears brim his eyes.

the man with dark eyes frowned. he looked at taehyung, then behind the younger.

taehyung heard quick footsteps behind him.

he continued his fast pace, walking, now towards the ravenette.

“please, hide me.” he mouthed those words with desperation.

the man frowned, but tilted his head towards his car, the door at the back seat still open.

without hesitation, he squeezed himself through the crowd of big men in black. he glanced at the ravenette for the last time, before jumping inside the mercedes benz.

once he’s inside, the ravenette slammed the door shut, startling the younger.

“kim taehyung, 19 years old, born and raised in daegu. went to seoul for college. a biology major, and has a scholarship in seoul national university.” jeongguk’s right hand man—min yoongi stated before placing the brown envelope filled with information on his table.

“and how exactly he got involved?” jeongguk frowned, looking at the old pictures of the young boy. some are located in the university and some are childhood pictures.

“park sooyoung got him in. recruited and taught by sooyoung. hoseok said he was there when the kid did his first transaction.”

jeongguk consider park sooyoung as a friend. daughter of one of his father’s close friends. doesn’t want to get involved that much with the syndicate since she wanted to live a pretty normal life, but she can be reliable when needed.

“speaking of sooyoung, did she got caught?”

“unfortunately, yes. i heard she let the kid run first and dealt with the cops herself.” yoongi scoffed.

“sounds like they’re friends,” jeongguk nods, still staring at the picture of a young boy with an angelic face. “get her out soon.”

“of course, boss. do you need anything else?”

“cancel my meetings until tomorrow.” jeongguuk, then, stood up. the pictures and the environment still in his hand. “i have something to deal with.”

more like someone.

someone who’s currently sleeping in his king sized bed.

now, taehyung is completely aware that he’s smart. but after what happened last night, he confirms that he’s just academically smart and a whole stupid when it comes to life choices.

this morning, he woke up alone in a huge comfortable bed. spent a few minutes staring at the painting hanging in the wall, trying to remember what the hell happened last night.

he remembered going inside the black mercedes benz. he curled himself into a ball, trying to shut down the world. scared of the possibilities. he closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. until he fell asleep.

taehyung looked at his reflection in the mirror. he’s wearing a boxer shorts and a white shirt that’s too big for his lithe frame. good thing that the shirt is quite long that it slightly covers the short he’s wearing since he’s pretty tall.

he’s confident that no one took advantage of his body since he doesn’t feel anything sore in his private areas. there’s no bruises too. he has a sensitive skin so he bruise easily.

“you’re awake,” a voice said behind him.

he was too preoccupied with his appearance that he didn’t noticed that the door opened.

the same man from last night is now standing in front of him. though, he’s not wearing a black suit like last night, instead he’s wearing a grey sweatpants and a white shirt.

taehyung can see now how built this man is. broad shoulders and chest, muscled biceps, and thin waist. his one arm is covered with tattoos. and taehyung is trying so hard not to stare.

“mind telling me your name, pretty?” the man took a step forward, and taehyung immediately stepped backward. the man tilted his head, amused. “what’s wrong?”

“w-who are you?” taehyung cursed himself for stuttering. he doesn’t want this man to think that he’s scared, because he’s not. he’s just cautious.

“jeongguk. jeon jeongguk. now, tell me yours.”

of course, jeongguk knows the younger’s name. he know almost everything about taehyung, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“i’m taehyung... kim taehyung.”

saying that jeon jeongguk is interested to kim taehyung is an understatement. he wants to know everything about the younger. he wants to keep him and never let the world see his beauty ever again.

his right hand man, yoongi doesn’t know if it’s obsession, but one thing he knows for sure is that the younger completely bewitched the kingpin.

“i think i can go home now, jeongguk-ssi.” taehyung muttered. he doesn’t know if he’s saying the right thing, but he knows that he can’t stay here forever.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” jeongguk furrowed his brows, voice low and serious.

“b-but jeongguk, i can’t stay here forever. i have school a-and... my family might want to see me. i need to go back to daegu in a few weeks...” the younger stutters as he fidgets in his seat.

now, don’t get taehyung wrong. jeongguk is very nice to him—gave him everything he needs. it’s only been two weeks since the incident, but taehyung received so much from the older. from a brand new phone (to contact his family since he lost his old one) to luxurious clothes.

“have you forgotten about how you got here in the first place?” jeongguk narrowed his eyes at taehyung. “the authorities are still looking for you. you’re still wanted, taehyung. you were with park sooyoung that night, right? she’s still in jail. do you want to go to jail?”

taehyung curled his hands into fists before shaking his head no. he shut his eyes closed and tries to breathe properly. he doesn’t want to go to jail! no! he can’t even think about it.

“answer me, taehyung.”

“n-no, hyung.”

“good boy. now quit asking questions and continue your food.”

kim namjoon is a close friend and a cousin to jeongguk. like an older brother. they were raised together, and grew up with the same lifestyle. with the help of namjoon’s guidance and intelligence, jeongguk became one of the most powerful men in south korea.

“i’ve heard that you have a boy living with you right now.” namjoon smirked, faintly.

jeongguk sighs. he already knows where this conversation is going. “what about it?”

“i’m quite surprised that this boy lasted for weeks. is he a good bed warmer?”

the thing is... jeongguk has never touched taehyung like that. they sleep in the same bed every single night as jeongguk’s request, but that’s all. there are mornings when they woke up tangled with each other, but that’s all.

jeongguk didn’t respond, instead he sipped on his glass of scotch.

“does he know?” his cousin asked.

“know what?”

namjoon snorts, “that you’re one of the biggest drug lord in asia and that you run the biggest crime syndicate in the country?”

“he doesn’t have to know.” the drug lord said, firmly.

“you must think he’s a fool, no?” namjoon chuckles. “i saw some pictures too. definitely your type, huh? angelic face with sinful eyes and lips—“

“shut the fuck up, hyung.” jeongguk narrowed his eyes, now annoyed. “stop talking about him. does jin hyung even know that you’re here?”

seokjin is his cousin’s husband. it’s been three years since they got married. now, they have a beautiful daughter named soojin.

namjoon laughs, completely amused by his little cousin’s reaction. “okay, okay. i’ll stop. i was just a little confuse, but now i totally get it. and to answer your question, yes, jinnie knows i’m here.” then, he stood up. namjoon grabbed his coat that’s hanging on the rack stand, getting ready to leave. “guk-ah, you should know that keeping him in the dark is no good for the both of you.”

“he doesn’t have to be involved,” jeongguk said, glaring at the shot glass that’s almost empty.

“he’s already involved, isn’t he?”

jeongguk knows that taehyung’s suspecting. he knows that the younger thinks he’s suspicious. with his unpredictable schedule, emergency calls at night, and the big men in black guarding outside the penthouse.

yet, taehyung never asked a question. always too scared to speak his mind. always scared of the possibilities. always scared of this world.

that’s what makes the younger listen to his orders and obey him like a good boy. fear and guilt. fear of being caught by the authorities and rot in jail. fear of losing his family and not being able to help and support them. guilt because he knows what he did was a crime. what he did was wrong and he deserves to be in jail. he’s scared because it’s true. so now he’s hiding.

what he doesn’t know is that jeongguk already cleaned up his mess. no one knows what happened that night, except for the cops who chased him. jeongguk paid them enough to shut their mouths.

taehyung’s name is clean as pure, but of course, he doesn’t know that.

every day, he worries about his professors and classmates reaction once he showed up at school again. will they judge him? probably. they’ll probably think he’s pathetic and disgusting. he’s too scared to face criticism that he’d rather hide in jeongguk’s penthouse.

“have you eaten?” jeongguk sat next to taehyung in the couch, pulling the younger close to him who’s currently reading a biology book.

taehyung shake his head, “no. you told me to wait for you.”

“right, i did,” jeongguk smiled a little, pressing a soft peck just under taehyung’s earlobe. he felt the younger shiver so he did it again. “what do you want for dinner? hmm?”

the first time jeongguk showed affection, taehyung didn’t know how to act or what to do. but it happened again and again. little touches and little kisses. it makes taehyung feel loved and cared that he started to warmed more to the older.

“i’ll have whatever you want...”

the older tsked, squeezing his side a little. “enough with that, taehyung. tell me everything you want.”

“well...” taehyung is actually craving for some soft tofu stew and samgyeopsal so that’s what he said.

jeongguk hummed, satisfied as he presses more soft kisses in taehyung’s shoulder and neck. “whatever you want, baby.”

time flies so fast. it’s now a month since the incident. taehyung’s guilt is still there, but the fear lessened. he’s still scared to go out, but he doesn’t shake anymore at the idea of being caught or getting jailed.

“when are you coming home, taehyung-ah? we’re worried about you. you barely call now.” his father said through the phone. “your mother ask for you all the time.”

taehyung leaned on the glass wall, staring at the gloomy sky. “i’ll come home soon, appa. have you received the money i sent you?”

“yes, taehyung-ah.” his father sighs. “it’s... a lot, i was shocked. i hope you’re not overworking yourself, son. your education is more important.”

“i’m fine, appa. don’t worry about me.” taehyung smiled even though his father couldn’t see it. “anyway, i have to go.”

“take care, son. we love you.”

taehyung wanted to go back to school, ready to face the outside world, but jeongguk didn’t let him. they had an argument because of that. taehyung’s education is important for him so he really put up a fight.

very unusual of him, jeongguk thinks. so he tried to negotiate with the younger. good thing, taehyung agreed. the plan was taehyung will leave snu to enroll in a private university where he can take online classes. the younger doesn’t know what jeongguk did to make it happen, but the older was the one who arranged everything. his papers and everything are all settled. now, he’s taking online classes every afternoon while jeongguk’s at work.

but as time passes, taehyung couldn’t help but think about why jeongguk wants him to stay and keep him so bad.

he should’ve known. he should’ve paid attention. he should’ve noticed the red flags, the warning signs.

taehyung doesn’t know if he’s the one to blame because of his stupidity and ignorance, or maybe he’s really the one to blame because he chose to ignore the warning signs.

“we were just talking, jeongguk! you don’t have to be rude!” taehyung exclaimed as he step in the black mercedes benz. once he’s seated, he heard the car door shut and jeongguk’s already next to him.

“he’s clearly flirting with you and you don’t even know what kind of person that motherfucker is!” jeongguk growled, fuming. his eyes are so dark. his jaw are clenched and his body is so tensed that any moment he might explode.

“well, i’m not interested, okay! you should’ve just let me handle the situation. you’re making it a big deal!”

there was silence after that. until they got home.

that night was cold and the heavy atmosphere makes the younger sensitive. taehyung doesn’t like it when they’re fighting. he doesn’t like raising his voice, or jeongguk’s annoyed expression. he doesn’t like the idea of the older being upset with him because he isn’t used to that. he’s used to jeongguk giving him affection, spoiling him, and taking care of him.

so when jeongguk slowly wrapped his arms around the younger when they’re finally in bed, taehyung immediately gave in, curling himself against the older.

“i’m sorry, tae.” jeongguk whispers against taehyung’s ear, slightly nibbling his earlobe after. “i just don’t like seeing you with other people... it makes me feel jealous and i hate it.”

the older’s possessiveness used to make the younger’s stomach stir in a positive way. it makes him feel loved and special.

until it got out of hand.

“you don’t have to go outside, tae. you just have to ask yoongi or jimin if you need something, they’ll get it for you. you’re taking online classes too so you have no reasons to get out of this penthouse.” jeongguk said that with finality. if it wasn’t obvious before, now it’s clear that he wants to keep the younger inside the penthouse like a prisoner.

“jeongguk, i have a life too! i need to go and see my family! i just can’t... i just can’t stay here as long as you want!” taehyung was frustrated. beyond frustrated because he doesn’t know what to do anymore.

the older narrowed his eyes, “no.”

taehyung was so upset that he ended up crying in their bedroom, and the older saw him. jeongguk reached out to him, worried about the younger.

“go away,” taehyung whimpers.

“baby, i’m sorry, okay.” jeongguk whispers, gently caressing the younger’s arm. “i’ll let you go to daegu for a few days—“ taehyung’s face lightens. “but only if jimin will come with you.”

the younger furrowed his brows, “why?”

“for your safety,” jeongguk said.

taehyung wants to believe him. he knows that the older will do everything to keep him safe. but deep down, he couldn’t help but think that maybe jeongguk’s just making sure that he’ll come back to him and that he won’t run away.

nonetheless, a hot making out session with jeongguk was enough to erase the bitter taste in his mouth.

“why is he not answering my calls?” taehyung asked, frowning as he look at the screen of his phone.

he’s with jimin right now. currently on their way to daegu. jimin is unusually quiet today, but the younger didn’t bother to ask. maybe he’s just not in the mood or something.

“he’s probably busy, tae.” jimin said from the passenger seat.

that’s the thing. taehyung doesn’t know anything about jeongguk’s work. after months of living together, the older is determined to keep the younger in the dark. whenever taehyung ask about work, jeongguk will cut him off—telling him that it’s just office work.

but taehyung is not stupid. he remembered meeting the older in front of the bar he’s very familiar with. kryptonite—and taehyung knows exactly what kind of place that is. not to mention jeongguk’s men—guards all around the penthouse and everywhere they go. the emergency calls and meetings.

whatever the older’s doing is definitely not legal.

instead of thinking about it—taehyung decided to just focus on going home and seeing his family again after a long time. he earned a lot of money—it’s shameful to say where the money came from, but taehyung forgot about his pride and dignity a long time ago.

aside from that, jeongguk is also helping his family. even though taehyung already said that he doesn’t need to—the older insisted.

“oppa!”

seeing his family again is like breathing on fresh air. now that he’s back in daegu—far from the crowded and busy streets of seoul, taehyung feel free.

but at the back of his mind, he thinks about jeongguk. how is he? what is he doing? why is he not answering his texts and calls?

something is not right.

taehyung couldn’t help but think about the older. it bothers him for the rest of his stay at daegu, even if he tries to forget about jeongguk. he couldn’t help it.

“stop worrying about him, tae. yoongi hyung said they’re just busy. a lot of works are piling up and they don’t have a lot of time to spare.” jimin once said.

taehyung spends his last day at daegu, having fun with his family. his siblings are still young so he tries to play with them and match their enthusiasm. they ate a lot of delicious food—something they don’t usually do before.

friday night when jimin and taehyung are getting ready to leave—someone who’s riding a motorcycle suddenly came.

“hoseok hyung?” jimin frowned when the guy removed his helmet and started walking towards them, “what are you doing here? what happened?”

“bossman’s order. i’m just going to guard you on the way to seoul. it was pretty messy.” the guy named hoseok shrugged, smiling a little.

taehyung stared at the newcomer. he’s very familiar. “are you—“

“oh, hey! it’s nice to meet you, taehyung-ah. i’m hoseok.” hoseok greeted him.

“i saw you at kryptonite before,” taehyung blurted out.

“oh…” hoseok awkwardly chuckled, glancing at jimin like he’s asking for a help. “really? i haven’t seen you before—“

“no, you’re the guy at kryptonite. i’m sure!” the younger insisted, frowning in confusion. what is this guy doing here?

jimin sighs, “let’s talk about this at home, tae. let’s go. it’s getting late.”

the supposed talk with hoseok and jimin are long forgotten when taehyung got back in the penthouse—to see jeongguk drinking a glass of water at the kitchen, covered with blood.

“angel,” jeongguk gave him a smile when their eyes met.

“g-guk—“ taehyung couldn’t speak, gaping at the older’s appearance. his white button shirt is soaked with red, his black coat’s sleeves are folded up to his elbows so the younger can also see the blood in both of his hands. “what happened—“

“fuck,” jeongguk looked down at his hands and his shirt before cursing. he immediately went to the sink to wash his hands. “this is nothing. it’s just a paint—“

“stop lying to me,” taehyung mumbled, hands shaking. he doesn’t know what to feel right now—fear, anger, confusion.

it makes sense now. everything makes sense now.

“baby—“

“you’re the one who owns kryptonite, aren’t you?”

and with the silence the older gave him, taehyung got his answer.

he should’ve known. how can he not know? yes, he was suspicious about jeongguk’s job, but he didn’t expect it to be this big. he didn’t expect jeongguk to be… a drug lord—on top of that, the leader of south korea’s biggest crime syndicate.

“taehyung,”

“don’t,” the younger let out a shaky breath, “i’m tired.”

for the first time, taehyung felt fear around jeongguk—scared and cautious.

now, he’s not so sure about his safety.

the next morning, jeongguk left after getting a call from yoongi. the ringing of the phone woke the younger up but he didn’t move a bit so the older thought he was still asleep.

“you caught him? good. i’ll be there in ten minutes. don’t do anything yet,”

before the older left the bed, he gave taehyung a peck on the head before covering his whole body with the blanket.

he felt his stomach churn at that sweet gesture —both in a negative and positive way. negative because he doesn’t know if he can live with the fact that jeongguk is a murderer—a leader of a syndicate. positive because even though he tries to deny it, he’s emotionally and physically attached towards jeongguk.

jeongguk gave him everything he needs. affection, pleasure, money, shelter, food, clothes—everything.

and yes, maybe taehyung is not that innocent. he was a drug dealer before, but he’s not vile. he couldn’t tolerate any form of violence, and he doesn’t want to be with jeongguk if all he’s going to feel is fear. he doesn’t want to live with jeongguk thinking every single day that maybe one morning he wouldn’t be able to wake up because the older killed him in his sleep.

maybe he’s being delusional. maybe he’s overthinking, but who wouldn’t? and maybe that’s what lead him to what he’s going to do today.

he’s leaving. fuck. he’s leaving this place. he’s going to stray far away from this dangerous world—from this lifestyle. he doesn’t want to live with danger lurking around him. so he’s leaving.

“it’s okay, you’ll be okay,” taehyung mumbled to himself. he looked at the time and it’s already 4:30 pm. he still have time. jeongguk usually gets home around seven.

he started packing—only a backpack so it wouldn’t hard to carry around. important things like his wallet, his phone, and some comfortable clothes. maybe he’ll go to daegu or much better if it’s farther than that.

“fuck,” he didn’t even realized that his hands are shaking. the adrenaline rushing through his veins and the way his stomach stir makes him want to throw up—he’s anxious.

and taehyung swears he almost see his death the moment he heard the familiar deep voice.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

he froze—couldn’t turn to look, couldn’t open him mouth to speak. he just freeze with his hands on his backpack.

“taehyung,” jeongguk started to walk towards him, very slowly. “answer me.”

taehyung couldn’t move, fear reaching out to him first. then, he felt a hot breathe against his nape, strong muscled arms circling his waist.

“you’re leaving me?” jeongguk whispered against his ear, pulling him closer to his body. the younger’s back against the older’s broad chest. “answer me, baby.”

“g-gukkie—“

“just yes or no, angel, ‘s not that hard.” the ravenette smirked, pressing kisses on taehyung’s ear, jaw, and neck. “are you going to leave me?”

taehyung took a deep breath. it feels like he’s drowning—like the arms around his waist and the older’s embrace is suffocating him.

“n-no, gukkie.” he whimpered.

“that’s right,” jeongguk nibbles on taehyung’s earlobe very affectionately. “you can’t leave me. not now, not ever.”

taehyung was fucked.

too late to save himself from the devil. jeongguk is sick in the head. that’s for sure. maybe he is, too. maybe he’s sick in the head too for giving in—for wanting the drug lord like how the drug lord wants him.

it was addicting. like a drug.

so when jeongguk started to rip his clothes off, kissing him and touching him harshly, leaving marks, and using his body mercilessly to let off some steam—to let his anger out after catching the younger almost leaving him—taehyung let him.

his touches feels like punishments that taehyung couldn’t help but craves it.

“g-gukkie—ah!”

“fuck,” jeongguk grunted, thrusting deeper and faster, holding the younger tightly. he make sure it’ll leave a mark so taehyung will remember who owns him. “you can’t leave me, baby. you’re mine. i’ll fucking kill anyone who will dare to steal you away from me.”

it was too much. jeongguk is hitting his prostate dead on—not even minding taehyung’s pathetic whines and cries. jeongguk doesn’t care if it’s too much. he’s the one who’s in control here—he’ll do whatever he wants and taehyung doesn’t have any choice but to stay still and let the older have his way.

“ah! i-i’m close… guk! hhngg…” taehyung sobbed, eyes brimming with tears as he looks up at jeongguk who’s looking down at him with sharp and dark eyes.

jeongguk clenched his jaw, tightening his grip on taehyung’s hips as he fastened his pace, ramming inside the younger. taehyung looks so good like this—lying on his back, legs apart, sucking on his fingers as he cries out of pleasure.

his cheeks are flushed, hickeys covering his neck down to his chest. his nipples are red and erect from jeongguk’s touch.

“you’re so tight and hot around me, baby.” jeongguk growled, throwing his head back, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“gukkie, please!” taehyung cries. “i-i’’m close…” he can feel the younger clenching around him—a sign that he’s close, but jeongguk’s far from done.

“yeah?” jeongguk looked down at taehyung before throwing one of the younger’s legs on top of his shoulder for a good angle.

“ah! ah!” series of moans came out of taehyung’s swollen lips, tears streaming down his face as jeongguk keeps on abusing his prostate.

“you can always come, baby. it’s okay. you’re doing good.” then the older leans down to suck on one of taehyung’s nipples, making the younger arched, overwhelmed with pleasure as he comes.

“f-fuck, jeong—jeongguk… w-wait…”

“i’m not done yet,”

indeed, jeongguk was far from done.

taehyung found himself shaking and crying after multiple orgasms. his legs are trembling as jeongguk keeps fucking into him. his throat hurts after the screaming. now, he’s just tired and over sensitive. all he can do is cry and take whatever the older gives him.

jeongguk is relentless, slamming his thick cock inside taehyung’s tight and sensitive rim. “you feel so fucking good,” the older grunted, “can’t get enough of you, angel.”

taehyung sobs, already too weak to push the older away. “‘s good, s-so good… please…”

jeongguk groans as taehyung tightens around his length. it’s turning him on—taehyung’s insatiable just like him. he licks his lip, looking down at taehyung’s fucked up appearance. he’s so beautiful like this—eyes glossy and filled with tears, swollen red lips parted, a little messy with a drool.

he’s so fucking beautiful and jeongguk is addicted—he’d like to see this face every single day.

taehyung will never get out his arms anymore. he’ll be wherever jeongguk wants him to be. inside the house, in bed, in the shower, on his knees—wherever.

“you’re mine,” jeongguk licks into taehyung’s parted lips, slightly biting the younger’s bottom lip, making him mewl. “tell me, taehyung. who do you belong to?”

“g-gukkie… owns me,”

“that’s right,” jeongguk smirked. “you’re mine.”

taehyung immediately fell asleep when they finished. the sun is about to rise while jeongguk’s cleaning up the younger. giving him soft kisses. gently caressing his skin, making sure not to hurt him. then he took a shower before joining taehyung in the bed, caging the younger in his arms, pulling him as closer as possible.

after that day, taehyung never tried to leave again. he doesn’t know what to feel anymore—but jeongguk’s touches and sweet actions makes him stay. like a trap—he couldn’t leave anymore.

every night the older will ravish him, touch him like there’s nothing matters to jeongguk but him.

now taehyung finally understands—how it feels to be addicted.