The Red String Of Fate | tk

Chapter 8: Hexagon

But Jeongguk has to have him because Hyunjae can't. He just can't. If he has him, Jeongguk will feel like he lost to him even though there is no bet or battle---so he has to have Taehyung all to himself.

It's Wednesday and it's the last day of the week that Jeongguk had promised to take Taehyung with him. It's the special Oasis night, the once in a month where Vante performs too and then dances privately.

And Jeongguk's here as Jeongguk, no fake identity or facade because he doesn't care now. Hyunjae is going to find out anyway that his favorite doll will no longer be his after tonight.

He enjoys the dance and he can tell why it's worth the 'once in a month' title because it's way more intense, more sultry and bold moves, poll dance and Taehyung nails them. His body is his weapon that he uses and the most dangerous are his eyes.

Jeongguk's ring keeps clinking with the glass he holds as he keeps his eyes locked with the beauty dancing on the stage. The backup dancers are nothing compared to him---nothing at all compared to the gorgeous and dangerous Kim Taehyung.

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Jeongguk hears. He hears loud and fairly disrespectful words as he walks closer to the room and he knows who they are being spoken to and he doesn't like it. At all.

"You cannot walk away from this! You're a fucking part of this!" It's probably the manager that yells. Yeah, he's in control here after Hyunjae. It's him. Jeongguk sees from afar.

"I am tired! I need to go home and fuck you and your fucking customer because I'm not dancing tonight for him!" It's Taehyung. His voice isn't as raised as the manager but it's harsh.

"I don't fucking care if you're tired! They pay for your ass and you will fucking entertain them!" The manager yells. Taehyung scoffs.

"And I don't care how much they pay tonight because I won't go on that room. I am a dancer, I won't do anything more!" Taehyung says. His voice is strained.

"You will."

"Make me." Taehyung spits.

"Don't make me bruise that pretty face of yours just like your owner did." The manager says.

Jeongguk waits. He sees the reaction, it's there on his pretty face as it morphs into a borderline vicious one. He waits.

"You won't touch me and I'll fucking make sure of that." Taehyung utters in a low and final voice.

"Hyunjae will fuck you up." The manager says.

"You don't know that." Taehyung says, he smirks and Jeongguk doesn't like the implication even if it's for a show for the manager.

"You might be his favorite but it won't be long when he'll find a new one and throw you away like a pathetic bitch you are." The manager spats.

"Oh I can fucking cut you in pieces myself with my little toy knife. You're nothing special." Taehyung says and Jeongguk smirks.

"Don't open that slutty mouth infornt of me like that or shove something in to keep it shut!" He says these disgusting words to Taehyung while holding him by his hair, pulling him close and groaning in his ear.

Jeongguk walks. Taehyung spits on the manager's face. The manager raises his hand, wants to punch, can't. Can't because he isn't allowed---by Jeongguk who holds his wrist in a death grip.

"Let go of him." Jeongguk says, in his ear, throaty voice, dark eyes.

"Now." Jeongguk utters. He doesn't let go. Jeongguk pushes and he pushes hard before he holds his other wrist to let Taehyung out of his grasp and then he pushes, makes the other stumble, hit his back on the wall.