Jungkook was sitting in a VIP room, waiting for a particular brunette. It had been a few minutes since he entered the room, and he was getting quite impatient. As he was about to leave, the door opened, and dark brown eyes met hazel ones. Then, they started raking across his body, observing every curve and muscle. Seductive eyes were looking intensely into his as the brunette walked over, and sat on his lap.
He felt goosebumps all over as friction started at their lower regions. Slowly, the brunette moved. The redhead grasped tightly on the slender waist in front of him. Their sounds echoed in the deserted room. The pace was getting faster by the minute, urging him to reach the peak. The beat of his heart was so painfully loud in his ears, gripping tightly on the thick ass and thigh of the person in front of him as noises came out of pink thin lips. The brunette's head was thrown back as slender hands gripped tightly on broad shoulders.
The redhead came with a loud "Fuck!" followed by a growl of satisfaction. The figure hopped off of him and kneeled down, unbuckling his belt. Hazel brown eyes looked up at him, licking those matte pink lips, as if tempting him to do something about those pretty lips. Just when it was about to get farther, a loud buzz was heard. The brunette stood up, dark brown eyes following every move.
"See ya' later," and with a wink, the brunette left.
Jungkook was still hungry, hungry for another kind of release. With a frustrated sigh escaping his chapped lips, he stood up and buckled his belt. He slowly walked towards the door, opening and stepping out. His right hand was still stretched out so he could close the door, only to be pushed back inside. His body was squished between the cold hard floor and a body on top of him.
He could feel rough breaths hitting his neck, shivers travelled down and through his spine. Hands pushed itself on the redhead's chest, giving Jungkook the perfect view of the person who was crushing him. Brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, perfect button nose, thin pink kissable lips and that body — damn, who knew Jungkook would be more gay, rather than bisexual, when he laid his eyes on this goddess-like man in front of him.
"I'm sorry! So so sorry!" apologies began to flood out of the brunet's pretty mouth as he moved off of the redhead.
Jungkook slowly sat up, both of his hands supporting his heavy body, his long nose met with button-like ones. He felt a weird pull from the brunet in front of him, like he was meant to be the redhead's. He stood up, extending a veiny hand towards the form on the floor. With a little bit of hesitation, the brunet held onto the hand in front of him.
They now stood face to face, noses brushing once in a while. Hot breaths felt on their lips, making them feel unusually warm and giddy inside. They both leaned in, feeling a weird attraction to the person they just met, or in this case bumped into, literally. As their lips were about to touch, a loud yell was heard from outside, startling them both apart from each other.
"Dae Hyun! Come out, little bitch!" the man from outside yelled.
Out of instinct, from nowhere, Jungkook hid the brunet behind him. The door opened with a bang, as a middle-aged man stood there panting, his nose dripping with blood. He tried to pull and drag the figure away from behind Jungkook, but the redhead held tightly on the brunet's other wrist.
"Why don't you mind your business, boy?" the man before them bellowed.
"He is my business." Jungkook answered, yanking the small brunet out of the man's grip, "Besides, you don't want to mess with the Jeons, do you?"
Even when the Jeons are the third most successful families, they were friends with the Kims and Parks, the people no body wants to mess with. They were both known as greatest at day and deadliest at night. Therefore, their alliance was equally, if not more, deadly.
"Mr. Jeon?" came the stutter.
"Yes?" Jungkook rose a brow, intimidating the beaten up man. The man bowed down as an apology and left in a rush, not wanting to be in the same room with a man that could remove him from the face of the Earth and not have any evidence of his death.
"Thank you!" the brunet behind him gave him a sudden hug, the redhead was hesitant at first, since he wasn't really into physical intimacy.
When he did wrap his arms, he felt like it was the best thing he did in his life, although he reluctantly accepted it. Warmth spread all over their body, making them want more, but they both knew they had to pull away to get to know each other. With little difficulty, Jungkook pulled away first, smiling at the small smile that graced the brunet's pretty lips. He then pulled the person in front of him closer to his body, his chin on top of brown fluffy hair.
"Dae Hyun, right?" Jungkook asked.
"I-It's actually T-Taehyung, Kim Taehyung," the brunet mumbled against the firm chest his forehead was pressed into, feeling a bit more secure, despite the fact that he was still in the establishment.
"Taehyung, huh?" the readhead whispered, "What a pretty name."
If they were having eye contact, Taehyung's face would heat up and then he'd look away. But, in this situation, the only thing he could do was bury his face deeper into the younger's chest, earning a deep chuckle from the latter. They both stayed like that for a while, making the brunet almost forgot to ask for his saviour's name.
"Forgive my attitude, and recklessness," the brunet added, his mind recalling the earlier events, "But, what's your name?"
"It's Jungkook, sweetie."
"Jungkook? That's a familiar name."
"Really? You must've heard it somewhere. Can you blame me for being too famous?" the redhead bragged, earning a giggle from the brunet.
"Anyway, is there any way that I can repay you?" Taehyung pulled away, looking up at Jungkook with those big adorable chocolate brown eyes.
"Well," Jungkook smirked, "You could give me a kiss-" he was cut off when a soft pair of lips landed on his cheek.
"Done," the brunet blushed furiously and tried to walk away, but Jungkook pulled him back into his embrace, making Taehyung redder than he was, if that was even possible.
"You didn't let me finish, Taehyung," the redhead chuckled, "I want a kiss from you and for you to be mine. Would that be okay?"
"I-" the brunet began, but stopped.
He thought about it, about being Jungkook's. He could escape from this nightmare, he wouldn't see his father again. He could have warm showers whenever he wanted. He could feel the warmness from a very soft bed with a thick blanket. He'd have freedom. He wouldn't be inclined to live in the same house as the devil. But where would he stay? He could stay with Jungkook. But Jungkook's practically a stranger, a stranger who saved him from a unfortunate future.
"But you have to buy me first."
"Buy you?"
"We're in a club, Jungkook," Taehyung pulled the redhead closer, "I'm not treated as a human being here, you have to buy me."
"Then, pack your things, I'll meet you at the back in twenty minutes." Jungkook winked at gently pushed the brunet out of the room.
The redhead pulled out his phone, dialing his personal assistant, "Give me the club owner's contact information, I have something to discuss with him."
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Taehyung happily skipped into his assigned room, instantly wearing his hoodie and jeans, and taking off his choker. He threw the robe back in the cabinet, not bothering to hang nor fold it properly. A buzz interrupted his happy moment. Curiously, he walked over to his phone and saw his father calling him.
"Kim Taehyung," his heart dropped, he forgot the possibility that his previous client might report him to his father. "Come to my office, immediately."
"Yes, sir," he replied, gulping down the nerves that threatened to overwhelm him should his father agree to the client's desires.
The call ended and he walked out of the room, leaving his things in a neat pile. He urged himself to walk to the other end of the hallway, where he took a left turn, even when he could barely breathe through the anxiety. The door was opened by his father's bodyguards, they were wearing the cliché black suits and sunglasses. Upon entering, his gaze fell on a man sitting in front of his father. They had eye contact for a second before he broke it and turned to his father who was smiling in glee and greed.
"This man here, wants to purchase you."
"Oh?" Taehyung was confused, "Wait..." he then furrowed his eyebrows as the word were processed in his brain, "Buy me?"
"Yes, buy you," his father shook his head and stood up, walking around the table after he did so.
He glided towards Taehyung, and every step he took was like hell coming closer to the brunet, trying to take him away from his happiness. When his father's face was a feet away from his, a calloused hand made its way to his nape, pulling him closer to his father.
"Let him buy you and you'll be free," he whispered, yet his tone suggested otherwise.
Taehyung's heart was beating so fast, he thought it might explode. He looked up and saw ice-cold eyes paired with a disgusting smirk on his father's face. Then, the door slammed open, revealing a man in a navy blue suit, marching towards the two standing figures.
"Mr. Kim," he greeted the older man with a slight bow of his head.
"And you are?" Taehyung's father rose an eyebrow.
"I'm quite interested by this man right in front of you," the redhead said with confidence in his voice, "My assistant has told me that he already informed you of my request."
At the same time, an orange haired man came in the room with a brief case. Taehyung looked at the redhead beside him, he was happy that Jungkook kept his unspoken promise. And to be fair, he must keep his. His father and the redhead stared at each other a little more before a cough interrupted them both.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jeon, but I already have," the three of them looked at the bruised man still sitting on the chair.
"Mr. Jeon?" the old man gave the redhead a little surprised expression, receiving a single glance from Jungkook.
"Name the price," Jungkook sat on the empty chair in front of the other man.
"I'm sorry Mr. Jeon, but-" Taehyung's father tried to reason out.
"I paid a hundred thousand," the other man cut off the elder.
"How about a hundred fifty thousand then, Mr. Kim?" the redhead asked the old man.
"Sorry, but I paid in dollars."
"And I paid you both each," Jungkook stated, "Also in dollars."
The redhead stood up, and gave Taehyung's father another bow and held the brunet's wrist. A tingling sensation tickled the younger's fingers as he wrapped them around the thin wrist of the other male. The same happened to the brunet, but instead of tickling him, it felt like electricity ran through his veins, giving him an unusual giddy feeling as it made him shiver.
"I already paid, so you can't have him back after I did so, and you can't tell anyone of this," Jungkook turned around and walked through the door, not before staying the sentence that made shivers run up the older's father.
"After all, personal things shouldn't be associated with business."