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TAGS: Top JK/Bottom Tae, Dancer JK, Ski instructor JK, CEO Tae, Strangers to lovers, blackmail (not between TK), Age difference, Lust at first sight, Touch-starved Tae, Ulterior motives, Plot, minor angst, rough sex, safe words, happy ending 💋🐰💖🐯✨

Jungkook doesn't really know how he got into this situation.

The man sitting across the table in front of him, is intimidating. The size of his bicep – which bulges under the straining, dark leather– is impressive, probably in the same range of circumference as Jungkook's thigh and his gaze is as dark as his clothes, the kind the doesn't take any shit from anyone.

When he leans closer, the low, overhanging lamp shines off his shaved head, it draws long shadows across his angled face. He looks exactly like how Jungkook has always figured, in his somewhat naïve thoughts, a criminal must look like.

The man's quietly spoken words seem to make no sense in the brightly coloured ambiance of the 1950s American diner, a hidden gem in a quiet alley in the centre of Seoul. The soft buzz of the neon sign on the back wall, the final, lingering notes of Elvis Presley, the colourful milkshake bar and the original standalone jukebox, even the lonely booths of innocent charm with their red leather seats... they all create a warm, inviting atmosphere – even on a miserable Friday night like this one – it's only the man's message that seems out of place, dark, like the alley outside.

"A wife? If he has a wife then... am I not the wrong gender for the job?" Jungkook stutters under the dark stare, pulling a messy, dark curl behind his ear in a nervous gesture. His hands are shaking.

He glances over the discarded business card lying on the worn table top near the salt and pepper shakers, realising now that it has to be fake. He should have known that no talent scout would look like this guy, no reasonable invitation to discuss career progress could ever come on a dark street at night when he's sweaty and tired after a dance practice.

Jungkook chides himself inwardly for being so gullible, for even sitting down with this guy, he should have run a mile the second he saw him, while he had the chance, because now... he is in real trouble.

"Listen, don't bother your pretty little head with the details, love, it's as simple as him having a clause in his marriage contract that states that if he gets caught fucking around, he loses his shares in Chelong Industries and his position as the CEO, the daddy of missus will make sure of that." The pick that the man uses to clean his teeth with looks tiny in the hands big enough to crush skulls. "...besides, the marriage is a sham, everyone knows that."

"What's the point of faking it then, if everyone knows....?" Jungkook mumbles under his breath, but snaps his mouth shut when the sharp eyes home in on him.

"Daddy dearests shuts everyone up faster than they can peep a word about it. Likes to keep his image clean, he does."

"Unlike you..." Jungkook grumbles, but comes to regret it as soon as the words escape. The guy scoffs, eyeing him in a way that makes him feel very uncomfortable, like... he's a meal and the man's hungry.

"Goody-two shoes like you... I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings about what you're supposed to be doing. Don't want you getting second thoughts in the middle of fucking the guy."

"Middle of – what?" Jungkook's voice squeaks all funny.

"FUCK-ING. You know..." The man rolls his hips, grabbing the air in front of him, leaving no question about what he's talking about. Jungkook blushes fiercely and looks around in embarrassment. He knows perfectly well what that is, but it's really not the time nor the place.

"Does it really have to go that far? Isn't it enough that you'll ruin his reputation with some photos, why does it have to go into such... private matters?" he says, for lack of a better word. Something bitter burns at the back of his throat, he can't believe he hasn't walked out yet, that he's actually considering... this. Like he has a choice in the matter.

"Listen, princess. The clause is clear. Dick. In ass. Whether it's in his ass or yours, doesn't matter, I just need to see it on HD video." A nasty sucking noise leaves the man's mouth when he licks his teeth, eyes gleaming.

Jungkook shudders, disgust swirling around in his belly. The dark, gleaming eyes seem to catch every nuance on his face, no matter how cool he tries to play it.

"Don't forget, say no and it's no ballet school for you, boy. They don't take whores." Immediately, Jungkook's spine shoots up straight at the positively preposterous suggestion. Objections bubble under his skin but they are silenced before they make their way out when a giant hand rises to wave at a man outside in the shadows.

A dark figure emerges seemingly out of nothing, with a heavy camera in arm, and waves back, sending a kiss to Jungkook. Confusion swallows him.

"He's already followed you for a couple of weeks, every single guy you've seen, a neighbour, a friend, colleague, an acquaintance... if you don't do this, as far as The Korean National Ballet Academy is concerned, they are your "clients", and you are selling your ass to them... further evidence is being planted as we speak, so I wouldn't consider declining the offer..."

Jungkook can't breathe, this can't be happening. The weight of the man's words weigh on his chest, the threat to his dreams burns right under his eyelids. He blinks the tears away and stares back, face all stubborn. He doesn't even have to give his answer, the man carries on as if he's already answered – in such a habitual way that he must have heard it all a hundred times.

"Dick. Ass. Video." Stubby finger pushes into a circle made by an index finger and a thumb and he moves it, in and out, licking his thick lower lip until it shines with spit.

A gag tickles in Jungkook's throat, he feels sick. He looks away because it's all he can do. He wants to say no, everything inside him screams the word but he feels totally trapped.

His mother would roll in her grave if she knew he's even thinking about it. She brought him up a decent person, he has never even gotten as much as a bad test result in his nineteen years. Tiger Scout material, she always called him, the best of the best.

But Jungkook knows he's already too far in to say no, the dark figure sitting across him, and his friend out in the shadows and god knows who else, they already have their claws around his neck and he has nowhere to go. He wouldn't be surprised if they'd just get rid of him quietly in some hideous way he's only ever read about in his graphic novels if he now tried to decline the "job offer".

He clears his throat. He might be vulnerable, but he wasn't born yesterday.

"Offer? Doesn't sound like there's a lot in it for me...?" Jungkook fiddles with the closure of his messenger bag sitting across his front, he tries to cover up the skin-tight clothing under the open bomber jacket with the other hand, fidgeting non-stop. He's never before felt as conscious of being out in just in his practice leggings and leg warmers before. Normally, by this time on a Friday night, he'd already be home around the corner, drinking hot chocolate, alone, in his bed.

"On the contrary. My client is prepared to pay you fifty thousand US dollars should you succeed and provide unequivocal discriminating evidence of Mr Kim's mis-adventures and leave no traceable trail."

Mr Kim.

Fifty thousand US dollars would be enough for tuition and living expenses for the school. He shakes his head, do not give into the devil.

"Is that the going rate for a man's life these days?" He says, chin lifting proudly.

The ogre laughs, loud enough to turn heads.

"No, just his humiliation. What's it gonna be, dancer boy? You or him?"

The way he asks it, it's obvious he already knows what Jungkook's answer is going to be.

"I have one quest-"

"You're his type, that's why. Cute muscle bunny. He'll be sucking your dick in no time, sweetbuns, it'll be a piece of cake."

In all honesty, it feels more like a poison apple than a piece of cake but Jungkook feels pushed into a corner.

The angle of the man's shoulders shift, he can see Jungkook has made up his mind, even when he hasn't really said so.

"Meet CEO of Chelong Industries, Mr Kim, Taehyung."

A manila folder appears on the table under the tired circle of light.

"Twenty nine years old, married, no children."

Ten years older.

"That's pretty young for a CEO, right?" Jungkook asks, just to say something.

The second the dark, sharp eyes stare up from the enlarged photo on top of the pile of papers, Jungkook's breath tightens.

"Wow." His cheeks heat when he realises he said it out loud. But the man in the picture is easily the most handsome guy he has ever seen, hands down. Sharp, chocolate eyes and thick eyebrows are off-set by soft, full lips, smooth cheeks and perfectly placed beauty spots – an exceptional mix of soft and hard features balanced to perfection. Sandy hair is brushed off the forehead in a soft wave. Despite his exceptional, sophisticated look, the man feels like an intelligent predator – of a classy, feline variety.

He taps at the picture, directly over the soft curve of the bottom lip, the tattoos of his hand dancing under the warm light.

"You want me to seduce this guy?" Jungkook stares at the picture, shocked, then looks up at the guy in disbelief. "You can't be serious?"

The man has the audacity to chuckle at his expense.

"Yeah... you sure have your work cut out for you... He's also highly intelligent and suspicious as fuck – this isn't the first time someone has tried this with him..." His grin twists further. "But he'll never suspect a pretty doll like you..."

A dark rumble in Jungkook's chest precedes his irritated words, his eyes sharpening in obvious anger. "Listen, enough with the pet names, okay?" His jaw twitches.

The man merely scoffs, like Jungkook were just an irrelevant fly. Leaning back, his arms lift onto the back of the red leather seating that runs around the table. When a heel of a gun catches Jungkook's eye, he realises the move is entirely deliberate – to intimidate him – and it works because suddenly, he has nothing left to say.

"Do you have your ski instructor's permit?" The dismissive question is spoken like the man already knows the answer.

Jungkook nods even though he can't figure out how that could possibly have anything to do with anything.

"Good. Mr Kim will be attending a long weekend of team building exercises next week and you will be his co-ordinator."

It's difficult not to be impressed with so much forethought. "Sounds like you've been planning this a while," Jungkook says.

"Yeah, so I suggest you don't fuck it up." He goes to leave, then turns back for a moment. "I should say, he's also ruthless, so I won't be your worst nightmare, should things go south. If that happens, you're on your own, kid. He's going to eat you alive... no, he'll probably chop you to pieces and bury you..."

When he sees Jungkook's terrified gaze, he bursts into laughter. "You should see yourself! You really shouldn't take everything so seriously! You will be informed of all the detail early next week. Oh, and don't even think about leaving town, we have our eye on you."

The man disappears as quickly as he appeared, leaving Jungkook staring at the picture of the most beautiful man he has ever seen.

Is his dream worth the life of this man? Should any one man's dream be worth more than another's?

It doesn't really matter because in the end, Jungkook can't see a way out of it any other way.

He is going to seduce Mr Kim, whatever it takes.