Chapter Nine . . .|
-fear? that just gives me motivation.
Jeongguk took Taehyung's hand and cuffed it to the chair. He gave Taehyung enough room to move his hands around still.
"You can order anything you want, regardless the price, as long as you eat, I don't care." Remarked Jeongguk, going to the other side and taking a seat.
Taehyung looked at his hand then to Jeongguk. "Is this necessary?" He asked, pulling at his wrist.
"Of course it is, Princess. You're very untrustworthy. You've proven yourself that you are not to be released to move freely. This is why we listen, Mr. Kim." Jeongguk muttered.
"Can you stop calling me Mr. Kim? Why can't you just call me Taehyung? I don't like Princess or Mr. Kim, I like my given name, my first name." The blond-haired said, pinching his brows together.
Jeongguk enjoyed the upset sound Taehyung released. "Aw, does my Princess have an issue with the nicknames I give him?" He teased. "Just learn to deal with it. Soon, you'll be given away to someone and they'll give you a different nickname. Deal with it, Princess." He scoffed. "Now go on and pick something to eat."
Taehyung huffed, glancing over the menu. "None of it looks good." He lied, it was food, it all looked pretty appetizing but he didn't want to deal with this.
"Princess, when was the last time you had sex?" Jeongguk inquired, a waitress bringing the finest of wines over, pouring Jeongguk and Taehyung both a full glass. She bowed, earning a glare from Jeongguk.
She was quick to scurry away, leaving the two to their privacy. No one dared to cross Jeongguk, everyone knew who he was, including waitresses and waiters in small places like the one they were in now.
Taehyung was taken aback by the sudden question. Nothing they were doing had mentioned sexual intercourse whatsoever. He gulped and blush, his cheeks burning bright red.
"J-Jin-hyung said I shouldn't have sex all that often." Taehyung uttered, his cheeks burning bright red as he answered the question.
"Oh? And, why's that, Princess?" Inquired Jeongguk, sipping on his given fine wine. "It seems it's been ages since you had sex with the way you act." He commented.
"Seokjin says that it could ruin my reputation being out and about, if I'm caught limping down a sidewalk with my hand pressed firmly against my back late at night, it'll tend to cause rumors and perhaps my rep would be known as a slut then which isn't pleasing." Taehyung looked down, practically admitting he hadn't had a good pounding in awhile.
"Say, your hyung might be right with that one, but you're known as missing now. You're in Jeon Undergrounds, I'm sure you can slip just this once." Jeongguk smirked.
The remarked made Taehyung shy and upset, it reminding him of Jeongguk commanding him to strip himself of his clothes. "If I were to slip up, it surely wouldn't be with you or anyone in 'Jeon Undergrounds'." He remarked bitterly.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Princess. I own you now, you'll do whatever I say and tell you to do." The mafia leader replied, scanning the menu. "If you don't select something to eat, you'll be sorry, Mr. Kim."
Taehyung shook his head. "Fine. I want the japchae, not spicy, a small side of rice. I also would just prefer a coke." He said, leaning back in his chair.
"You have a drink."
"I don't like alcohol."
"It's low in alcohol, Mr. Kim, you'll be fine. Though, I'll order you a coke to make you shut up." Jeongguk said, looking back over his own menu. He hummed, finalizing what he wanted in his head.
He picked his head up, looking over and throwing his arm in the air, waving it in a motion to call over the same waitress who served them the wine.
She was quick to stumble her way over to the table, pulling out her small notebook. "M-May I t-take your order, sir?" She gulped, clearing her throat.
Taehyung watched how she acted, seeing how fearful she looked. He took notes on how she acted, she stuttered and avoided eye contact, her hands were trembling, her cheeks bright red yet the rest of her drained of color. He squinted, Jeongguk didn't seem that scary.
He remembered how Min Yoongi of M.I. said Jeon Undergrounds was scary. "I may not be the largest and richest for Jeon Undergrounds overcomes that title," but Jeongguk and J.U. didn't seem to be that intimidating and scary.
Creepy? Probably.
Before he knew it, the lady was scurrying away once more, rushing back into the kitchen.
The CEO glanced around. Everyone was quiet and whispering, their eyes kept falling onto him and Jeongguk. His lips parted, taking it all in.
"Why are you so 'looky' about the attention we're receiving? Aren't you famous?" Jeongguk hummed, tapping his slender fingers off the wooden surface of the clean table.
The younger looked over, blinking. "'Looky'?" He hummed. "Um, I don't really go out to places. I'm used to being stared at but these people are looking at us in fear, not admiration." Taehyung mumbled.
"Fear? That just gives me motivation. I believe they're in wonder about you." Jeongguk smirked, leaning over and taking Taehyung's free hand.
"About me?"
"Yes, you're awfully close to me and you're not any of my men." The mafia leader began to say. "You're different. It's not every day you see a mafia leader having a nice dinner with someone who doesn't work for or in the mafia." Jeongguk shrugged.
"Ah, why is this bad? You're not scary." Taehyung pulled his hand away, sliding it under the table. He dare bring up his remarks of what he thought of J.U. and Jeon Jeongguk.
"That's funny," Jeongguk cackled. "You and them, you're different. You're not a bystander and apart of the community of this mafia, you're not a slave for the mafia or a sex-slave, not yet anyways. These people around you are enforced. Soon you'll be in their position, looking back at me with someone else across from me, someone who is worth more than you are, Princess." A smirked played his lips.
Taehyung stayed silent. He didn't want any of this, who would? He just looked back down, keeping his mouth shut, not having a classic and sassy saying to spit out at the aforementioned, sighing to himself.
"Sorry, I'm late but here now." Jimin's voice rung, making Taehyung pick his head back up. If anyone was to be his favorite in the mafia, it was probably Jimin. The said man was considerate by the looks of it, he thought that the reason he wasn't raped that night was because Jimin convinced Jeongguk enough to not do it.
"Hi, Jimin!" Taehyung smiled, something he hasn't done really during this whole situation. He felt as maybe Jimin could be an assist to him escaping, perhaps.
The greeting startled Jimin, surprising him. He bowed to the younger. "Hello to you, Mr. Kim." He said, taking a seat.
Jeongguk was muted, glaring bullets into Jimin's head, not appreciating the soft gestures made to Taehyung, the bowing and the greeting back. He reluctantly looked down at the menu, pushing it over to Jimin. "We just ordered but you can get something. This is why we don't run late, Mr. Park, next time and I'll be sure you starve." He remarked sourly.
Jimin listened, nodding. "Of course," he breathed. He pulled the menu in front of him, quickly making up his mind and calling a waiter over to give off his order. He was then poured the same wine as Jeongguk and Taehyung.
"So, Mr. Jeon," Jimin decided to start a conversation. "How did the meeting go?" He inquired, stacking the menus and placing them out of the way.
Jeongguk hummed. "It was fine, I sure did have a show. My Princess here and Min Yoongi seemed to have known each other outside of the mafia, both having a sassy mouth." He rolled his eyes.
Jimin forced a chuckle, not wanting to irritate Jeongguk any further. "Perhaps Mr. Kim learned a thing or two from Mr. Min, you know how they say he's a genius." He commented, grinning to his best friend.
The mafia leader agreed with a nod of his head. "That's a great possibility." He added.
All men were brought out their food, after moments and moments of waiting and long talks of this meeting. The cooks and chefs made the dishes as perfect as perfect could be, they tried their hardest, making sure it was to their liking.
Taehyung was still very mute, picking up his chopsticks and eating some of his food. He enjoyed Jimin's company now with the two of them, not liking when it was just him and the mafia leader alone.
"Princess, why so quiet?" Jeongguk inquired as he stuffed his face with delicious foods, humming. Jimin looked over at the aforementioned.
"Just enjoying my food." He replied, keeping his focus fixated on his plate. He used his left hand with ease, picking the food up into his caverns, his other hand sitting comfortably on his lap.
"Must be amazing if it's making you stay this quiet. Are you sure I didn't say anything to upset you, Princess?" Jeongguk teased, a smirk playing his features.
Taehyung set his chopsticks down, looking up at the older. "You didn't make me upset, 'Princess', I'm fine; peachy. Leave me alone already. Please. I would love to enjoy my food without the reminder I'm stuck with you." He said with hatred and anger, yanking on his hand, nearly forgetting his hand was cuffed.
"Taehyung, I think it's best you learn to keep your mouth zipped. Just, please watch yourself." Jimin said, placing his hand on Taehyung's shoulder.
Jeongguk grit his teeth and decided it was his turn to stay quiet.
For now.