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But she had to bury deep her heartbreak while wearing a fake
smile because her baby couldn’t get sad. And because now the
baby was the only love in her sad life. She knew she couldn’t
lose him. Not her baby. The woman isolated him from the
outside world, because if he didn’t know anything except her,
he wouldn’t leave her for other things. His mother soon went
mad. Because one must go insane to stay sane.
And they were all wrong because Kim Taehyung was by far
one of the strongest spirits in the world and one of the purest,
most innocent, his mother adored that in him. All his
childhood, he took care of her as if she was the one with the
illness. He cooked and brought her food in bed, washed the
clothes, cleaned the house, did all the chores there were to do.
They didn’t have a maid since his mother thought that the
worker could hurt her precious child. She couldn’t risk it. She
made him home-schooled and rarely let him wander outside
the house. People were dangerous, they loved to abuse the
weak to feel strong. What if someone in the street would say
something wrong or do something that could hurt her baby’s
heart? Later in life, the woman realised that she was the one
that hurt him the most.
But Taehyung should’ve known better than this. After all, his
mother was always right. The moment he stepped outside the
house in the cold night crying for help, he saw the shadows
approaching him till he felt something sharp hitting his head.
Before darkness welcomed him, he heard quiet voices
whispering between each other:
“Jeon said to bring him alive, understood?”
And then he closed his eyes. At least the pain went away.
The boy traced his fingers on the scar on his head, prints of
blood dripping on them. His head hurt like a bitch, but at least
his heart didn’t. After some minutes of trying to find
something to wrap his head with and stop the bleeding (trying
to escape was pointless, really), steps were heard in the
distance and then the door was opened.
“Stupid boy came into our hands himself, in our trap. Boss
worried that we won’t be able to drag him outside since his
psychotic mother put chips and cameras in every corner of the
house.”
“It was one of the easiest tasks, these rich people are so weird,
fucking hypocrites.”
The voices were rough and sounded cruel. Too judgemental.
The light of the room then was turned on and there in the
centre stood two bulky men with a dragon tattooed on their
hands. They smiled creepily at him. Taehyung wanted to tell
them how ugly they were when they smiled like that. But
realised it wasn’t the best idea at the moment.
“Look how everything will happen. You stay quiet till our
boss comes here. Then he hands you the phone, you start to
cry and tell your mother how scared you are, she sends the
money because let’s be honest, you’re loaded, not a big loss,
and then you’re out like this day never happened in your life,
understood?”
Taehyung nodded. Money weren’t a big problem for them.
They were really loaded. This wet room with no medication
and pills for his heart was a problem. He couldn’t wait to get
out of here in his mother’s arms.
“The Boss told us not to kill him, he didn’t tell us about other
things.” The man smirked. “Heard the boy never stepped foot
outside his house before, missed so many thrilling things. I
want to show him the real pleasure of life.” He growled at the
end not letting place for discussion.
“That bastard can’t keep his dick in his pants. Stupid fucker.
Oh, you, poor boy.” The man took a heavy breath, and
continued with a soft voice “In another parallel universe, I
would cry for your pain, but here there’s no place for pity and
worry here. You either hunt or let yourself being hunted.
What are you, Kim Taehyung, the hunter or the prey?”
The boy didn’t answer, because he was neither of them. He
was just nothing.
All the pain and heartbreak that he tried to bury through other
way of pain came all at once to him. His heart started hurting
too. His precious mother that suffered because of him.
Taehyung ran outside. He ran and ran and ran till he reached
his old personal hideout in the ugly side of the Seoul in an
abandoned building. It fitted him because he was ugly. Inside
he found the gun under the pile of boxes of pizza.
It hurt so much that the only solution to make it stop was the
bullet. First time he died was when the bastard took his
innocence, the second time was his mother leaving him. The
third one and the last he’ll do by himself.
“I swear, Hobi, one day this extra passion of yours will kill us
both.”
“Tsss, you’ll disturb the ghosts and they’ll become angry and
then we’ll surely die. Because of you.”
Then the voices stopped and two boys was staring with their
mouths open at him.
“Hey, boy, can you please lower your gun, my boyfriend here
is scared of guns, he throws up every time he sees them.”
“That’s not how you ask, you idiot. Let me show you how it’s
done. Tell what troubles you and we’ll let you have a
threesome with us. You can’t say no to two such hot and
beautiful boys as us.”
“Show him that you’re a hunter now and that he’s your prey.”
Yoongi finished.
That caught their attention and the boys came to him, back
hugging the boy.
Now Taehyung felt clean, pure. Weirdly, but a sin was the
only thing that could make him look holy in his mother’s eyes
again.
His smiled didn’t disappear from his face for a long time that
day. They celebrated with wine and a lot of Mexican food and
laughter.
Taehyung was happy. Now, that he healed and passed all the
steps, he needed to plan the grand Scheme. It was from his
grandparents that he found out what was the other thing Jeon
requested from them beside money as ramson when he was
kidnapped. All the shares his mother had in the Tech
Company, the biggest branch and factory of phones and other
digital technologies in Seoul. The company that his mother
rightfully owned was signed under the disgusting and ugly
name of Jeons. After 2 years his grandparents died in a car
accident and Taehyung knew that that wasn’t a coincidence
either. They weren’t too close, but it hurt the same. Jeon took
too much from him. It was time to take what was his back. It
was time to take his mother’s company back, to take over the
world. And Jeon Jungkook would be the key in his grand
scheme of plans.
Step 1 in the plan: Befriend the enemy
Two years since Taehyung killed the bastard that abused him
passed quickly, full of research, spying, training, drafts with
schemes, shooting at ungodly hours to clear his mind, but
Taehyung was finally done with the plan together with
Yoongi and Hobi. Every chess piece was placed on the
chessboard, each of the minions in this game occupying their
positions as Taehyung wanted. Now was the time to attack.
The boy was startled when a pair of arms were thrown on his
back. Hobi will jump to hug him every opportunity he got. He
said Taehyung was soft to hug. Yoongi followed shortly after,
laying on the couch opposite his desk.
Blue. They wanted his hair to be blue. Like their fucking wall
in their house.
“Every day I must live with the fear of you leaving me for
Taehyung.”
And before they could start arguing again, Taehyung took the
hair dye and nodded his head at the boys.
Their little gang’s location was still in the old building they first time met. Just a little
upgraded. There were no more scratches on the walls that were now coloured in a warm blue,
paintings and different pieces of minimalistic art displayed on them. Hobi insisted on
designing his room in a rainbow set of colours, he was their sunshine after all, all his
computers and other technologies being the only dark coloured ones in his bright room.
Yoongi was other deal. The boy kept a whole wall just for his special collection of guns and
knives, the rest of the place being occupied by a huge king-sized bed because the boy was
asleep more than he was awake, and his tattoo designs.
And Taehyung. Well. His room was dull. Just like him. No special colour on the walls except
a wet pastel brown Hobi suggested him, a small couch in the corner, since he still had trouble
sleeping, being able to count on his fingers the nights he slept well. The other corner was
dedicated to his painting for when the nightmares came to him, it was the only release that
helped him. It was Yoongi’s idea to continue painting. Taehyung found out that doing what
he loved and what the closest person to him adored too lessened the pain his weak heart
endured so often. Art was one thing that made him happy. Yoongi and Hobi were the other
part. It was almost enough. Almost.
Except the nights, when he felt so cold, so alone, when the memories hit his mind and he
missed his mother the most. His mom always wanted him to grow his hair so she could walk
her fingers through it. Now, he had it long, but he didn’t have anyone to trail their hands
through his hair. No one to protect him like his mother did. In times like this, Taehyung will
paint, or will go to sleep with Hobi. And it didn’t hurt so much anymore.
“Your strawberry lipstick?”
“Checked.”
“Your heart pills?”
“Checked.”
“Your gun?”
“Checked?”
“Checked… wait what?” Hobi laughed upon seeing the confused face of Kim Taehyung. And
when the boy took in the joke too, they start both laughing, easing the tension and nerves a
bit.
“Wait till I tell on you to Yoongi, you and your silly pick up lines, you’ll see what a nervous
boy is.”
Yoongi was at the moment at the tattoo parlor and Taehyung should’ve been there too soon.
He looked one more time in the mirror. His blue hair really looked good just like Hobi said.
He mixed for today’s meeting a soft blue texture jacket with a silk button up and a pair of
solid black jeans. His black choker and his shirt’s plunging neckline added just enough
sexiness to an otherwise simple outfit. He went for something hot but at the same time that
had an innocent air to it. Jeon Jungkook loved exactly this ungodly combination of enough
angel and devil in it.
The tattoo parlor was the best one in the Seoul, located in the centre of the city. Jeon
Jungkook won’t visit what’s not the best. Entering the building, he was greeted by a mix of
smoke and cleaning products in the sterile air. The walls were painted in designs. It looked
beautiful, the kind of heaven that Taehyung would be in, art was displayed everywhere.
Taehyung felt content in a place like this. He got closer to the reception, remembering the
plan. Jungkook was supposed to be tattooed by Yoongi at the moment. He’ll leave this place
any moment now. All Taehyung needed to do was trip over him or pour something on him.
Everything that will catch the attention of the rich bastard. Yoongi started working at this
parlour half a year ago just for the purpose of spying and getting information from the boy
that visited the parlour every month to get something new on his skin. Upon liking Yoongi’s
designs, he became his loyal client. After 3 months, they spoke for the first time. They didn’t
exchange a lot of words, but it still was useful for their plan. Yoongi told him that it was a
mix of speaking with someone you both are afraid and both adore at the same time, a voice
that could warm you, but also freeze you at the same moment. Jeon Jungkook had a special
voice just like how he was. And Taehyung didn’t understand what the hell Yoongi was
talking about. But he was going to find out in some minutes.
Taehyung’s attention was caught by a design of a strawberry in a small corner of the entrance
room. A glowing red followed by two leaves of a green mint and a black needle that surges
through the middle. It was beautiful, absolutely captivating. And he stared at it for minutes
without blinking. He already imagined the draft in his mind and how he’ll try to copy it at
home, adding more colour and some shadows.
“Want me to tattoo the strawberry on you?” He heard a cold but soft voice behind him.
Probably some assistant.
Holding a dismissive finger, Taehyung shook his head and continued to admire the
strawberry tattoo. Maybe he could actually ask Yoongi to tattoo the design on his chest.
It would be meaningful for his first tattoo. It would look beautiful on his collarbone.
“It would especially look good on your collarbone.” The assistant said and that caught his
attention. He turned to the person who spoke and for a moment his eyes seemed to freeze
upon seeing the familiar doe eyes that he stared at for months in his office, on his files. There
wasn’t any assistant behind him. Only Jeon Jungkook smiling softly at him. What the fuck.
The boy in front of him looked cute and gentle and delicate. Not what he expected. Nor he
tasted the scary and dominant voice Yoongi was talking about. However, there was no time
for panicking. He smiled himself in return, trying not to cringe at the action.
“I already have my personal tattoo artist but I am grateful for your proposal.” It wasn’t
suspicious. It sounded natural to Taehyung. Weirdly, he actually felt calm. Not scared or
shaken up as he expected. Jungkook seemed amused, he eyed him for some seconds. Intense.
But still not scary. And then he spoke in the same soft tone.
“Min Yoongi.”
“Unfortunately, Yoongi won’t be able to serve you today, got an emergency, but I am
available and if you might ask around, I am a highly appreciated artist here, not to brag or
anything, and I don’t work often, only when inspiration strikes, so you’ll be lucky, of course
if you accept my service.”
Firstly, Taehyung knew perfectly that Yoongi didn’t have any emergency. Secondly, the offer
seemed profitable for him. Everything he could get from Jungkook would be useful. He still
wondered why the rich heir purposed his service to him, but he wasn’t going to overthink it.
“V.”
Jungkook raised a brow, but didn’t comment on his name. He raised his hand in the direction
of a room and they entered it. Taehyung saw the subtle dismissive finger the boy sent his
bodyguards that were spread across the room. The boy was protected higher than the
president was.
“Please take a seat, V. I might say I heard people with a one letter name are pretty.”
What a cringe line. Cute, but cringe. No wonder, Taehyung hated people.
“That’s not my real name.” Jungkook laughed while preparing his instruments, the needle
and the design already on the table. Then he turned to him with a questioning gaze.
“Do you resist pain well, V?”
“Yes.”
“I see you answer is as shortly as your name.” And Taehyung panicked because he sensed a
slight change in Jungkook’s voice, something a keen to teasing but with a more dangerous
strain attached to it. But before he could try to explain his lack of interest with some lie about
not having the best day or being sick, Jungkook continued in a calmer tone.
“Don’t worry, it’s endearing. People talk too much nowadays. It’s so noisy.”
“They have too much to say and so few to listen.” Taehyung said and Jungkook nodded.
“Back to pain, I hope you have a high tolerance to it, on the collar bones hurts the most. But
I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”
Jungkook raised a brow, amused at the answer and Taehyung wanted to deny what he just
revealed about him. The atmosphere around them became too comfortable and soothing that
Taehyung forgot that he needed to inquire information from Jungkook not otherwise. But he
also knew that Jungkook was very smart and any attempt at getting something out of him at
their first meeting would seem suspicious to the boy.
Jungkook asked him to roll down his shirt while he was preparing the needle. And Taehyung
did exactly that. Revealing his chest painted in marks and scars and cuts. Really ugly, he
hoped the strawberry tattoo would somehow make it look more bearable. Jungkook turned to
him staring quietly at the boy. He traced his finger on the lightly mutilated skin. His cold
finger that sent warm shivers through his body. Like an ice cube would slip on his body. It
was a refreshing and somehow pleasing feeling.
“An abusive family?”
“Then?”
“I got into fights. A lot.” He slightly winced when the needle touched his skin, but soon he
got used to it. It was actually somehow pleasing. And Jungkook was gentle. His hands were
brushing against his skin, sending jolts of energy through his body. He didn’t understand
what the hell was happening with him. Did he eat something at home and now it was
disturbing his tummy? But in a good way.
“I hate violence. Never was a fan of it. I don’t find it smart to fight someone when there are a
lot of other ways to solve a problem.”
His answer was a bit weird, taking even the fact that he used the word smart when explaining
why he didn’t prefer fights. Or maybe Taehyung was again overthinking and looking too
much into it.
“You take pain well. Wonder what other things you can take as well?”
The last words were spoken in a whisper, but Taehyung heard them anyway. He already
knew what a playboy Jeon Jungkook was. He liked to enjoy his life, take the most from it,
sleep with as many people he could. But it still was weird to hear Jungkook addressing him in
such a flirty manner. Taehyung decided to ignore it.
Both were silent after that. When the boy finished the tattoo, he trailed his fingers one more
time on the freshly painted skin. Taehyung felt on fire a bit. It seemed strange. He never
experienced such emotions near another boy. On the opposite, he loathed human contact,
except the warm hugs form his friends.
Jungkook covered his tattoo that looked really good, calming in a thin layer of petroleum
jelly and a bandage.
“Remove the bandage after 24 hours. Gently wash the tattoo with antimicrobial soap and
water and be sure to pat dry. Also, apply a layer of antibacterial/Vaseline ointment twice a
day, but don’t put on another bandage. Gently wash your tattoo area twice a day with soap
and water and gently pat dry before reapplying the antibacterial/Vaseline ointment. Don’t
forget to keep applying a moisturizer or ointment after you clean it to keep it moist.”
Taehyung nodded. He already knew all this thanks to Yoongi not shutting up about his work
for hours at home.
“It’s perfect. I love it. You live up to your name of the most appreciated artist here.”
Taehyung didn’t wait for an answer, he dressed in his silk shirt and was ready go to the
reception to pay when a soft but firm hand stopped him.
“Are you maybe hungry? I know a restaurant near here that serves excellent Mexican food.”
So smooth. Taehyung smiled.
“I prefer pizza. But I know what you want, Jungkook and I might decline. I won’t be able to
warm up your bed tonight. I am very cold myself.”
He entered their house being greeted by a shocked looking Hobi and a worried Yoongi.
“Fuck my life.”
Tongue out
For what
I don’t need it
For once stop thinking about what’s dirty and what is pure
He stucked his tongues out with a frown on his face daring challenging Jungkook in his red
robe got closer, until he settled between his legs and then he lowered himself taehyung closed
his eyes, Jungkook sucked on his tongue