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Jin was confused. He wanted to leave – go home and be with his family and friends and take care of his pets. And on the other hand he wanted to stay and help. It was a stupid, frivolous thought that he might be able to do some good in these gangsters' lives but he wanted to. He wanted Taehyung to be as confident and self-loving as he was sexy. He wanted Yoongi to be as outwardly happy as he was hurt. He wanted to erase all of Hoseok's past pain and make everything better for all of them. He had no clue about the others but he knew they had to have their own issues as well. And Jin wanted to help. In the end, he had to remind himself of his place. He was a hostage. They were criminals and they were the men holding him and threatening his life. Was it worth helping such people?
Perhaps it would forever be an inner battle Jin would fight. He had always been an overly loving soul and always ready to help and overlook all the bad. But in this situation, was he biting off far more than he could handle? To the others he was nothing but an object. To Jin, they were all hurt and lost people. But they had a criminal empire. They had an entire crime syndicate. Why would they change their ways because of his preaching? They wouldn't. He would be tied and gagged and told to mind his own business or have a bullet planted in his skull. It wasn't as if they were afraid to kill.
With that in mind, Jin had no clue how he found himself laying down on the bed with Taehyung half hovering above him, kissing softly. Half the fruit had fallen off the tray as Taehyung had laid the hostage down onto his back but they paid no mind to it. There was nothing rough or rushed about this kiss – it was the complete opposite of their first kiss and Jin found himself sinking into the affection. In his mind he could almost imagine Taehyung truly liking him with the way his lips moved softly against Jin's own. But all of it seemed a lie. Could Taehyung even love after being the way he was and doing all the things he had done?
It was a shame, really. Taehyung spent all his time pleasuring others that he was never the one pleased. He had spent most of his life as such... asking, begging, being tied up, tying others up, whining, crying, using toys, being a toy – but as he kissed Jin all he felt was peace. There was nothing demanding about this man, if anything he was a challenge for Taehyung, and Taehyung did love a good challenge every now and then. Jin simply was. He didn't have anything about him that was extraordinary, save his looks. He was a normal person who wanted a normal life. And he thought Taehyung deserved to be kissed. It made the gang member happy to hear those words. He wasn't just a servant, he was someone to Jin.
It was mostly reflex and habit when the words tumbled out, deep and sultry from Taehyung's mouth, "Do you want me to make you feel good, peach?"
What Taehyung normally heard was either breathless replies of yes or just whining – whoever he was with begging to be touched – and he expected as much from Jin when he realized what had just come out of his mouth. He almost wished he could take it back, to not give Jin any expectations. He was amazing in bed and to an extent, he truly did enjoy sleeping with a large range of people. But he wanted to be treated as the princess for once, to be treated gently like a treasure.
Taehyung stopped kissing Jin once the man whispered against his lips, "You already are." Taehyung pulled back, eyebrows raised, unmoving and just looking down at Jin. The man's lips were now glistening with a thin layer of Taehyung's lip gloss that had rubbed off on him. His hair was fanned out in a sloppy sort of black halo around his face. It was adorable and sexy and beautiful all at the same time. His response shocked Taehyung, though. Never – not once in his line of business – had anyone ever said anything like that to him. He had slept with so many faceless men and women. All of them almost blended together in the same categories: needy or controlling. Jin was neither. Jin just was.
"You're so different... you know that?" Taehyung had never been one to be possessive but as he looked down at this angel under him, he just wanted to keep Jin to himself forever and ever.
Jin could only laugh, "Where did dirty mouthed Taehyung go? Is this the real Taehyung?" It felt good to laugh again. Taehyung made him laugh sometimes and so Jin decided he was good. It was a simple declaration to most but after all the ups and downs Jin had gone through with members of the gang, it seemed like a rather large revelation. And Jin hadn't been lying to Taehyung, either. His kisses felt so damn good. It made Jin thin he was almost at ease again, almost someone nice and he liked it. Jin liked Taehyung's soft kisses and deep voice and the way everything was unrushed.
Taehyung's face darkened, his voice dropping a few octaves lower, "Do you want to see the real me?"
Jin gulped. Now he was the one surprised. He hadn't expected Taehyung to do that and in all honesty, he thought the man might just be messing around, "Umm... yes?"
Taehyung leaned back in, their noses slightly brushing together, unsmiling, "I want you so bad, pretty boy."
Jin hesitated, putting the palms of his hands on Taehyung's chest in case he needed to push the younger away, "What?"
Taehyung nipped Jin's bottom lip, softly pulling it away from his mouth before releasing it. Jin shivered. This was going so wrong. He expected Taehyung to be the exact opposite. He thought they might sit around, talking and perhaps, just perhaps, sharing a few chaste kisses. He hadn't expected Taehyung to do a full 180 and become the little sex crazed boy he appeared to be. This didn't seem like the true Taehyung. Perhaps it was his defense mechanism – to hide behind the sex and the dirty talk.
"Do you want me to ruin you, peach?" Taehyung leaned in impossibly farther to whisper directly into Jin's ear, all breathy and deep.
Jin's mind was reeling. How could he stop the events that were now set into place, continuing on uncontrollably? He squeaked when Taehyung nipped at his ear, pulling on the skin ever so lightly, letting his teeth sink into the flesh almost painfully. Jin's heart was pounding in his chest, adrenalin running as he tried to think of some kind of reply. He couldn't just lay there and have Taehyung continue on with whatever it was he intended.
Jin knew Taehyung could make him feel good. And a part of him wanted it. But there was still a larger part that knew right from wrong. So all he could come up with was a rather lame, "No...?"
Taehyung only chuckled at the man's nervousness, shifting his weight and rolling his hips. He took in the hitch of Jin's breath and knew he was doing something right, "No? Are you sure, peach?"
Jin pushed at Taehyung's chest now. He needed to get out from under the gangster's weight. Taehyung didn't actually weigh that much and he had hardly put any of his weight on Jin anyway, hovering over the hostage instead as he went about his work. Taehyung barely budged, his chest only being pushed away a few inches. Taehyung might not weigh much but his muscles were no joke. Jin could see them first hand and he had seen the man's abs as well. They weren't all for show. Taehyung was plenty strong in his own right.
"Taehyung, please stop..." panic was now taking over Jin's brain. He couldn't function correctly or even think. Taehyung's close proximity and the way he was working his body and mouth was making Jin's mind go numb. And Jin wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He knew he needed to keep a steady head about him if he was ever going to get anywhere and Taehyung was no helping that at all.
"Do me a favor and tell me where your sweet spot is, hm?" Taehyung set about mouthing at Jin's neck, "Or do you want me to find it on my own?"
Jin whined when Taehyung bit lightly at the flesh under his ear. He pushed on the man's chest even harder, trying to get him to understand that Jin wanted out from under him. Again, Taehyung didn't budge. Jin was starting to wonder if all his calculations and speculations of Taehyung had been totally wrong and perhaps the gangster just liked sex and messing with people.
"What if someone comes in? Please sto-" Jin's sentence was cut off by a surprised moan from his own mouth. Taehyung grinned against his skin, Jin could feel the spreading of his lips as he finally found Jin's sweet spot. He grazed his teeth gently against in, taking in the high pitched keening noise the man below him made. Jin was pushing harder against his chest now. Taehyung did enjoy sex but he wasn't into rape or anything that was blatantly nonconsensual and so he pulled back, only far enough to stare into Jin's eyes. He took in the blown pupils and the unhinged mouth and he wanted to kiss this man silly.
"I'll get off if you give me a kiss." Taehyung's lips had already molded themselves against Jin's adam's apple, not even giving him time to reply.
Jin pushed at the man once more and fervently nodded his head, babbling agreements. Jin just let his mind wander and his body do the rest. It was too confusing to try and sort out in his current position and he didn't want to have his mind racing a thousand miles an hour trying to figure out how the hell he had gotten himself in this situation. Luckily enough, he didn't have to. Taehyung promptly crashed his lips onto Jin's, kissing hard and firm. He nipped a bit much for Jin's taste, almost as if he was starved for attention and affection. It was all so aggressive that Jin found himself trying to squirm away a bit. He didn't have to squirm away or try and push Taehyung off as he faintly thought in the back of his mind that Taehyung already got his kiss.
The door to Jin's room opened.
"Well this is a sight, huh?" Jin recognized the voice immediately, his eyes popping open. It seemed Taehyung was having the same reaction and he hurriedly crawled off of Jin, leaving the man on his back to try and catch his breath. Jin didn't even bother to sit up all the way, propping himself up on his elbows as he licked his lips. Taehyung was simply staring at his leader, not making a move. Namjoon wasn't moving either, just letting his eyes lock onto his dongsaeng's. After a brief stare they parted ways, Taehyung scurrying out and Namjoon remaining in the room. He shut the door behind Taehyung and Jin noticed him locking it behind himself with a key that he slipped into the breast pocket of the jacket he wore.
"R-RM..." Jin was still out of breath and terribly confused, a part of him wanting Taehyung to come back and tell him just exactly what the hell had just happened.
Namjoon took his time walking back to the bed and pushing Jin back down into the sheets, climbing on top of him and straddling his thin hips, "Sir."
"What?" Jin looked up with wide eyes at the man on top of him holding him down with his weight. It wasn't a great feeling knowing he was so vulnerable with someone so potentially harmful to him.
Namjoon grinned, practically purring, "Call me sir."
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