Jungkook pulled Taehyung out of the room, the feeling of satisfaction lingered all around his body. Satisfaction without sex? That was definitely a first. The brunet stared dazedly at his wrist that was held by the redhead, wondering if their hands would fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces. Perfect for each other. So, he moved his hand, making the redhead slow down to look behind him.
His eyes stared at the beautiful sight of an ethereal brunet looking down, that was until he felt warmth in his hand. He looked down too and smiled at the two hands glued together, the boney, honey toned hand engulfed by the bigger veiny hand. Slightly pulling Taehyung out of his little trance, he continued walking.
"Do you need anything from this place?" Jungkook asked, still smiling slightly.
"Yeah, actually," the brunet answered nervously, "Third door on the right."
After a short nod, the redhead lead them both to the said direction. For Jungkook, the walk was actually short, but for Taehyung, it was the exact opposite. For him, everything slowed down, like how they would describe it in the movies. They were walking slowly, red coarse hair bouncing with each step they both take, the cloth hanging on the man in front of him was swaying ever so slowly, and he was lovestruck. So lovestruck that he didn't notice that they had stopped, and the man he was staring and drooling over a while ago was looking at him with a slight smirk.
"Are you going to fetch your things, or are you going to continue staring at me?" Jungkook teased.
The brunet's cheeks turned pink, but he didn't say anything. He quickly grabbed his backpack and necessary things from the couch, along with his phone that was by it. After he exited the room and closed the door, his eyes once again met with dark ones. But this time, closer than before. Their noses were almost touching, foreheads were so close, cold dark brown eyes soften when Jungkook observed more of the wide chocolate brown eyes in front of him. A cough interrupted their little moment, making them look at the grinning orange-haired man a few feet from them.
"Sorry to ruin your moment, Kook," Hoseok winked, "But you have a meeting with some people later and still have a lot of papers to be done."
The redhead sighed and pulled Taehyung towards the back door. Funny, they were supposed to meet there, but ended up meeting in the brunet's father's office. They got in the grey Chevrolet, sitting at the back, soon followed by Hoseok, who sat in the passenger's seat.
"My house, please." Jungkook requested, and they drove off.
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Taehyung stood by the doorway in awe, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was no ordinary house, it was a damn mansion. The Jeon's mansion. The walls were in pastel red, not light, but also not too dark, unlike Jungkook's hair. The brown wooden front door was large. The furnitures looked like they were worth hundreds of thousands, probably neatly furnished and handmade by the best.
"Jungkook, dear?" a woman then caught Taehyung's attention, "It's midday, why are you–"
She stopped when her gaze fell on the brunet behind her son. She slowly walked towards the latter, making Taehyung more nervous than he was. She observed his clothing, his thin body, and those beautiful features on his face. She could see clearly that he was nervous, that he was really thin despite being covered by clothes, and that he was just like her in a way nobody else could understand.
"Mom, this is Taehyung. Tae, meet my mom," Jungkook smiled softly and held the brunet's hand, "Calm down, she doesn't bite."
The redhead's mother continued with inspecting every little detail of the boy in front of him. Her hands reached up to touch the brunet's cheeks, delicate fingers glided on top of his skin. The hand pulled away and they both looked at it. Foundation was seen clearly on her fingertips, and a few lines on Taehyung's cheeks revealed the hideous colors made by the bruises.
"Did you tell him yet?" she whispered, worry lacing her tone.
All the nervousness left Taehyung's body as he realized that she was worried about him, not judging him for his choice of work — well, rather, she could see that he lacked a few options. He was relieved to know that there was someone else who cared for him. But he was confused as to how she knew about it.
"I-I can't..." he trailed off, confusing the already puzzled redhead beside them.
"Oh, dear," she hugged him tight, loosening her arms a bit after he flinched from the contact.
They both pulled away, the brunet already felt a connection towards her. A connection between mother and son. A connection he should have felt since years ago. But, life didn't always go the way he wanted, so there he was, missing a mother figure for almost two decades.
"It was nice meeting you, love. Now, I'll leave the two of you to talk it out," she kissed Jungkook's cheek and embraced Taehyung once last time before going out of the house.
"What was that about?" the redhead spoke.
"I'll tell you, but you have to promise that you'll hear me out," the brunet looked up.
No matter how bad the redhead tried to resist it, he couldn't, especially with those big adorable eyes looking up at him. It was unusual for Jungkook to easily give in, since he succeeded in refusing most of the time. But that was Taehyung, cute, fluffy, sparkly eyes, button nose, pink tempting lips, sexy body, slim waist, big ass- I mean beautiful, the beautiful Taehyung. It's pretty hard for the younger to reject this beautiful work of art.
"Uhh..." Jungkook cleared his throat, along with the images that popped in his head, "Sure," he stuttered.
"So, where's your room?" the brunet asked.
The redhead held his hand and gently pulled him to one of the staircase that led up to the second floor, while big chocolate brown eyes were fascinated by the bright giant chandelier hanging at the ceiling near the stairs. Its light-bulbs were like glowing teardrops, giving a new whole meaning to the chandelier when you looked closer.
They then entered into a room with diamond-colored walls, a king sized bed on their right and a flat screen TV across from it. A black walk-in closet across the door. Jungkook took Taehyung's backpack off of him and put it on the bed. The redhead signalled the latter to come over, and the brunet did. Firm, strong arms wrapped around the older male's body, securing him in a warm but secure hold.
"Where's the bathroom?" Taehyung asked.
"Over there," the younger pointed to the door a few feet away from the bed, "But let me hold you for a minute."
"Do you want to know what your mom and I were talking about or not?"
"Fine," with a sigh from the redhead, the brunet was once again free.
Taehyung got in the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. He went near the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. Honey skin was flawless, so soft looking, and smooth with makeup on. Long slender fingers reached for the faucet, turning it on. Cold water hit his palm, making him shiver from the unexpected contact. The brunet bent down and splashed his face with the water, rubbing his face with soap to thoroughly remove the makeup.
He turned the faucet off and grabbed the face towel hanging near the sink, beside the mirror. Soft fabric met with bruised up skin while he dabbed the towel on his face, wincing as it touched the marks. He pulled the cloth away after his face was completely dry. He stared at the man before him, his own reflection. His face had many dark spots, so many that it looked like his skin wasn't really honey-like, but darkish blue.
"Tae?" a voice from the other side of the room spoke, followed by a knock.
The brunet didn't reply, he was too busy hating himself to even reply to his savior. He hated the way he didn't fight back, he hated the way he didn't even try to escape, he hated himself for being too weak to even live a normal life. His train of thoughts was interrupted when he felt the familiar warmness of an embrace. Jungkook's arms were wrapped around him again, one hand going up to wipe away a tear that unknowingly fell.
"Hey, hey..." the redhead turned Taehyung around, so he could see the bruises clearly.
Big blotches of purple and blue surrounded his fairy proportioned face. Each corner of his lips had red spots of different sizes, its color suggesting that it was recent. Visible scratches were on his cheekbones, dried blood decorating each lines. His face wasn't chubby, but very thin, making him look almost like a skeleton. His eyebags were sunken, his cheeks hollow, his eyes looked like they were about to close.
"Be mine," Jungkook spoke ever so softly, "And you'll never be like this ever again."
"I'm already yours," the brunet replied, "Aren't I?"
"You are mine," the younger agreed possessively. "But you need to know that you're worth more than the amount I paid to have you."
Then, the older was off of his feet and up on the air, with strong arms beneath him. He huddled closely to the redhead, his thin arms on his chest. Strangely, he felt safe being held by a stranger. Now that he thought about it, whatever he felt now was so familiar, that he forgot why it ever did.
"Strip," Jungkook commanded once Taehyung was back on his feet.
"What?" the brunet was stumped, surely that had to be a joke, right?
"Let's get you in a new pair of clothes," the redhead walked to his closet, gesturing for the older to follow him.
"Oh," realization hit the brunet, making him blush at his previous thoughts.
As Taehyung got in after the younger male, his eyes widened once again at the sight before him. The closet was full of clothes; shoes, hats, jackets, pants, bandanas, neckties, suits, socks, and glasses. Everything that one could think of, he had it. But one detail definitely caught Taehyung's attention, everything in the closet was mostly black and white. The guy must be living in an old photograph, he figured.
"Pick anything," the brunet was then guided to the tops' section.
"Anything?" the older male asked as his fingers glided over each of the hanged shirts.
"Anything," Jungkook answered as the long slender fingers stopped at a particular black sweatshirt.
He pulled the hanger off of the closet rod and stared at the piece of clothing before him. It was branded as Gucci, as seen by its tag and the label in front of the sweatshirt. Clothes like these were expensive, even he, who was a son of a director and could only afford one thing once a month as his daily salary, couldn't afford these kind of clothes. He wasn't spoiled by his father, but his older cousins made sure he was when he's with them.
"You could have it, you know?" a hand ruffled his already messy brown hair.
"But it's yours, can't I just borrow it?" Taehyung looked up at the redhead with a pout.
"If you say so," Jungkook sat down on a black beanbag in the middle of the room, eyes intently looking at the brunet's form. "But it is very unlikely that I'd have the chance to wear everything in here, so might as well choose some for yourself."
"I should go and change," the older stated, but a certain look from the younger made him stay.
So, with a sigh he took off his own hoodie and wore the sweatshirt. He then looked around a bit and head to the bottoms' section, after the approval from the redhead, of course. He pulled out a short shorts and wore it, not before taking off his jeans. While watching Taehyung change, Jungkook's eyes were following his every movement, from how the brunet's eyes would flicker to him every once in a while, to how he would smile a little at every little move he makes, making the redhead think that the man before him might be too pure to be on Earth, but then again, he found the older male in a club.
"I must say, you have a pretty lingerie underneath those thick clothes," the younger commented, making the latter go red.
"I have a closet full of them back home, I could get them if you want," Taehyung suggested.