Jungkook POV

(Italicized is English)

Eomma walked beside me as I stalked into the office building, set up specially for my arrival. I called on a few of my men and set their tasks for getting security systems up and some other small jobs.

Eomma sat lazily in the chair across from me, twirling a small knife he held between his fingers. "So, this Taehyung, how did you meet him?"

"He spilled water all over my shirt."

"And you didn't kill him right away?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"I was in a rare good mood that night, and it would've ruined it had I taken the time to drag him out back and shoot him."

"And now look at you, soft and desperate for a boy that you've managed to loose." I growled slowly in warning for him to shut his mouth. He scoffed and turned his attention back to the knife in his hands.

A knock sounded on the door to the office and I looked up, calling for the person to enter. A man entered, holding a computer in his hand. "Ah, hello. My name is Luke."

"Hello, Luke. I take it you are the tracker I hired?"

"Yes. I have what you have asked for."

"Already?" I felt my eyebrows raise as I studied him. "I've had some of my best men on this for a week now, with no results. I hired you yesterday, and you're telling me that you have already located what I need?"

"Your men are not me." He said, smiling slightly at me. He placed a folder onto the desk and I grabbed it, flipping it open. My eyebrows continued to arch higher as I read what he had found.

"And you are only a small tracker? I would think that with this skill, hundreds would be lining up to hire you."

"People don't trust easily." I snorted, amused.

"I do not trust easily, either. Perhaps I just know how to clean my messed up better. Very well, thank you for the service. I may call upon for you again, Luke, you will not be someone that I will forget anytime soon." He nodded and left.

I read over the file one more, nodding in satisfaction before handing the folder over to Eomma. He flipped through it slowly, adapting quite a bored look onto his face. "That was almost pathetically easy for him."

"Perhaps I will be taking him back to Korea with me. His skills seem quite useful."

"I agree. For once your idea isn't stupid."

"Watch it." I growled out in warning. He merely smirked at me and turned back to the files.

"Well, according to these files, he'll be attending another gala tonight, as he has not heard of our arrival just yet.  And guess who's tagging along? Your little pet."

"He is my lover, not my pet."

"You're right. Someone as cold as you would never have gone to such lengths for a mere pet." I rolled my eyes and took out my phone, making a quick call.

"Hello?"

"I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, just say the word."

"I need to obtain an invitation to a gala. Under your name of course. I can't have anybody finding out that I am in the U.S. Quite yet."

"Alright." The man hung up and I smirked in satisfaction, sitting back.

"Now that that's taken care of, all we have to do is wait."

"You think it'll be that easy to just grab your little toy and go?" Eomma scoffed. "Idiot."

"Don't call me an idiot. And no, I do realize that it won't be that easy, but something else will be."

"And what would that be?"

"You'll just have to find out."

Taehyung's POV

I was being dressed up for yet another party. I didn't want to go. I'd only be leashed up like a dog and dragged around for everyone to ogle at. I hated that feeling.

A knock on my door sent me out of my thoughts and the one and only interpreter entered. "Hello, I've been sent to fetch you. Mr. Kein wishes for your presence now."

I said nothing and stood from my stool. I followed the man down the stairs and looked straight ahead as we approached the man I wished to kill. "Hey, beautiful."

He lightly traced his hands over my cheeks and I swatted it away. "Don't touch me." I spat out. The look on his face darkened and he grabbed the front of my shirt roughly yanking me towards him.

"Are you looking for another punishment?"

I smiled ruefully at him and laughed lowly. "Try me bitch." I boldly stated. He grinned right back at me and threw me across the room. My back painfully hit the wall and I gasped, standing up quickly.

"Fine. Looks like this'll have to be settled later." He strode up to me and yanked me towards him once again. He attached a leash to my neck and then roughly pulled me behind him as he strode out of the house.

We arrived at the gala and once again I was the center of attention. I glared at anybody, daring them to say anything. Some smirked back at me, and some averted their eyes. "Behave." Daniel growled at me when he saw what I was doing.

"Like hell." He whipped around and narrowed his eyes at me.

"What the fuck did you just say? Looks like kitten just wants to be punished more and more."

"Fuck you."