“So, um.. Do you goon for a gang? Or is it like, a solo thing?” Jimin asked, and he was aware that he was jumping to conclusions. Taehyung did not say that he was a goon, hired to threaten, beat up or kill people at worst. Jimin doubted he would just choose random people like that and hurt them, but maybe he was just too scared to assume it.
Taehyung's family was very rich, so unless Taehyung was just a criminal for the very sake of it, then maybe his entire family was involved with organized criminal activity, such as a gang or maybe even a mafia. Jimin didn't know why he seemed to prefer rather a gang than think Taehyung was out for blood, just because he wanted it. It made his stomach churn with fear.
“A gang? You make it sound like some poorly made Hollywood movie. No, what I'm working for is a mob empire.” Taehyung replied smugly, almost a bit defensive, and his lips curved upwards ever so slightly at the corners.
He seemed to think it was a good question, bold but on point. Maybe it wasn't so smart to get involved or even know anything else, but Jimin found himself surprised that Taehyung didn't even try to hide it, but rather just answered him on the spot. “For Cheonsa Myo Pa.”
“You don't look like a mobster Taehyung.” Jimin commented, he didn't know why he thought so. Taehyung would maybe fit as a rockstar, or maybe as an actor, his features were soft. One wouldn't even doubt that such a pretty face like Taehyung would do what he does.
It was surprising. But again, appearances are deceiving, and Taehyung did look dangerous because of many things. Jimin just couldn't believe it was on entirely another level. “Also for a goon, you don't look uh- too big.”
“Oh yeah? Which is better because if I looked like it, I'd be already caught, wouldn't I?” Taehyung said as he cocked his head to look down at Jimin, his grin widening. Jimin had no idea why he was telling him this kind of things. Yes, he asked, but he knew Taehyung was going to tell him anyways.
It was too late the moment he laid eyes on that paper, and he somehow wished that he couldn't read chinese at all. “Which is also exactly why you will keep you mouth shut, yeah? I know you wouldn't dare to expose me anyways, am I right Jimin?”
“Why are you even so sure?” Jimin asked, and he had no idea how in hell he just got the courage to say such a thing. He didn't want Taehyung to think that he was threatening him, or worse, that he would actually do it, because if the older doubted him, he probably would end him in the blink of an eye.
“’Cos you know what will happen if you don't behave. You only had the displeasure to deal with my friends’ bullshit. Me, on the other hand, is something you'd never wanna deal with I assure you.” Taehyung's eyes were glinting dangerously, an almost animalistic glint, apathetic and lacking warmth in a very disturbing fashion.
It was obvious he wasn't joking around, and Jimin couldn't help but gulp. He took it as a direct thread, and he, for a matter of a fact, didn't know what Taehyung was capable of. But if the way his said friends treated him was anything to go by, then he had to be scared.
Taehyung's eyes softened, however, when he noticed how scared Jimin looked, how his breath hitched in his throat for a fraction of a second. Jimin did try not to look way too obviously scared, but Taehyung knew very well what fear looked like.
“I may be everything bad in the world, hurt people regularly and all, but I still don't like the idea of anyone hurting you Jimin. So don't be scared of me.”
Jimin blinked in surprise, for if anything, what Taehyung had just said contradicted what he just said before it. His couldn't help the way his mouth formed an ‘o’ in surprise, and he was sure his eyes widened too. Was Taehyung playing with his feelings? Throwing all those contradictory statements at him like that.
Merely a few seconds ago, he threatened that all the bullying he ever went through would only look like some type of appetizer next to what he could do.
It made him wince just thinking of it, then he suddenly assured him that he wouldn't like it at all and that he shouldn't be scared. He also denied it to be his idea to stop hurting him, just to say the total opposite again and say he didn't like the thought of it.
Jimin didn't understand the contradictions, neither why Taehyung was speaking to him about his rather sadistic penchant of hurting people. Jimin couldn't comprehend anything and he suddenly felt the utmost urge to run away from the current situation.
It didn't seem safe neither right to stay with Taehyung alone in the same room, so he moved to stand up, but in the middle of his action, Taehyung's hands moved to each one of Jimin's shoulders, in a firm grip, forcing him back onto the chair.
Jimin's heart skipped a beat in his chest, so that how it was. He was stuck here until Taehyung decides otherwise. Jimin could barely mute the surprised noise escaping his lips as his ass hit the padded seat. Then, the other man was leaning closer to him all over again.
Jimin felt Taehyung's warm minty breaths hitting against his mouth, and it was then when he realized how close the other was. Taehyung was already close, too close that he could smell his cologne, heady and strong that he almost felt its taste settle on his tongue.
“You smell good Jimin,” Taehyung mumbled, getting closer to him. His eyes displayed a rather different hues of emotion, they weren't as cold anymore. But Jimin was only stuck in the motion of moving away. What the hell was this again? “..almost sweet.”
Jimin didn't know what to say back, didn't know if he should say anything at all. Taehyung was an enigma to him, constantly changing, always as rebellious. Jimin never knew what to believe when he was around him, even his own senses weren't reliable.
It was as if Taehyung was still only figuring out his emotions, and he just said them raw, confusing him with the steady mess of his thoughts. Or maybe it was just plain manipulative, he didn't know.
Jimin knew that the older was very used to getting whatever he wanted all the time, so did he think that he could have him too if he wanted? Jimin thought that he shouldn't let himself fall for Taehyung's little dirty games. So he squirmed further from him.
“Why are you getting away from me, hmm?” Taehyung asked, his deep voice sending shivers down Jimin's spine. Taehyung moved his face closer to him again, and Jimin released a disapproving noise at this.
He wasn't ready to deal with that bullshit yet, and even if Taehyung was literally just close like he did a couple of times during their conversation, Jimin could sense there was another intention hidden under those hooded eyes this time.
“’Cos I need to to get going.” Jimin replied with a wavery tone. It was weird, how everything was, and Jimin was kind of scared of the way Taehyung's proximity made him feel.
Somehow and deep inside, he always felt that Taehyung was kind of interested in him in a way or another. But he used to push those thoughts away, and at the moment, he felt them surfacing back again. Taehyung's behavior was just so strange, and he wasn't scared of it as much as he was scared of how it made him feel.
“Oh yeah?” Taehyung asked in a whisper, not discussing his answer but rather just staring at him deep in the eye as if looking for the truth in there. Jimin wished it didn't get right through his soul.
He wasn't blind, he knew that Taehyung was hot. Those beautiful wide eyes, just like those plump lips, could be so alluring. But he knew that it was wrong to get any closer to Taehyung, like the apple on the tree of knowledge.
It would only cause him troubles that he was certain of his inability to withstand. The other guy was a gangster, also a player and not to mention that Jimin had a boyfriend too, a very possessive one to be exact. “You sure?”
“I-I should go.” Jimin stammered trying to stand up again, another failed attempt, for Taehyung's hands returned back to his shoulders, fixing him on his seat.
“To that abusive motherfucker you call your boyfriend?” Taehyung asked sarcastically, lifting his eyebrow in the same languid style that Jimin started to get accustomed to. He barely remembered that Taehyung was there the last time Jungkook came, but it didn't cross his mind that he was watching him way after he went.
“Well.. I don't have much choice, do I?” Jimin replied with a bitter voice as he turned his head to look across the room rather than Taehyung's face. It wasn't a question but more like a statement.
He was about to say that Jungkook at least didn't beat people up for a living and grin from ear to ear when doing so, but he held his tongue in place. It wasn't very wise of him to piss Taehyung off when he needed him to let him go in his separate way.
“Who said you don't have a choice, huh?” Taehyung disagreed in a quiet voice, shaking his head for more effect. Jimin didn't understand why was Taehyung interfering in such a thing as his affairs with his boyfriend.
Quite intrusive, but so unusual of Taehyung who usually didn't give two fucks about the world. “You do have it, you should just have courage to choose otherwise. What makes it hard to leave that bastard behind?”
It was weird how Taehyung's question got the gears of his mind working. Why didn't he leave? He always told himself it was because he didn't have anywhere to go, but he knew it wasn't the real reason why.
It was hard to explain, people wouldn't understand how dead he felt when Jungkook was not around. Jungkook sent him in a rollercoaster of feelings, always up then down, hot then cold.
And as fucked up as it was, Jimin was addicted to the feeling, and he didn't think he could ever let go. It was all wrong, unhealthy, but it wasn't easy to leave, not when he still believed he loved him.
“I don't think I want to tell you Taehyung.” Jimin replied in a soft voice, but it was also stern enough to show that he wasn't going to change his mind, that there was no use trying to get him to talk. “Now, I need to go. I'm sorry.”
Taehyung sighed before letting go of Jimin's shoulder and standing up from the desk. Jimin was surprised of the fact that he didn't pry for answers, and it somehow made his heart feel warm, but he ignored it, taking his bag and marching towards the door, Taehyung's ringy steps right behind him.
“Jimin?”
He stopped in his trails, turned around to be met with the face of Taehyung, unreadable but almost pained. He released a soft hum under his breath to show that he had heard him, and Taehyung proceeded to what he wanted to say, rather ask.
“Do you love him?” Taehyung muttered in a soft voice, cocking his head ever so softly as he looked at Jimin. There were feelings in his eyes, a rather rare occurrence. It looked like sympathy, care, interest.
Jimin was almost thinking he was getting it all wrong, that Taehyung wasn't as bad as he seemed because his eyes were just so warm, just like that, all of a sudden. “Do you love Jungkook?”
The answer of Jimin shocked him indeed.
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