The next morning, Taehyung woke up to a cold bed.

He wasn't really expecting to greet his morning with the warm sun on his face and breeze wafting through the curtains, while being cocooned in the arms of the man he'd gone to bed with.

No. Taehyung was all but delusional like that.

But still, he couldn't help the low feeling that invaded him anyway.

The silver head yawned, sullenly looking out of the window at the grey storm brewing outside.

Well, a warm sun would really be nice though.

An occasional wet breeze hauled in through the ajar glass panels, making the boy flinch and curl further inside the duvet. A sharp pain shot up his spine, going to spreading down his nerves and making the boy groan silently.

He lifted the covers to peek at his evidently still naked body, lying numb and bruised beneath the covers. Taehyung sighed softly, staring down at the small purple hickey forming into a bruise on his inner left thigh. He grimaced, gingerly caressing the throbbing skin under his fingers as his mind went back to the events of the previous night.

First off, he was sure to be hit with a wave of utter, sheer embarrassment. Taehyung found it hard to believe he had actually begged the gangster to take him last night. Taehyung had always known he was attracted to the older male by more than a bit, but begging him for sex? That was definitely far right from left field.

He couldn't even recall what set him off and threw him so out of character. Was it some action Jungkook did? Or a statement? Taehyung didnt remember at all. All he recalled was feeling this inextricably tender feeling of heartbreak coursing through his heart, that he had chose to laugh off as a better option than suddenly bawling his eyes out for no apparent reason.

Then he heard the name. Kim, his own surname that had managed to scrape his heart everytime he heard it, for all it did was one thing--remind him of his father. Late Mr. Kim Sunghyo. Even after the man died a sudden death from alcohol poisoning, that surname stuck to an orphan Taehyung like a bitter taste in his mouth.

Something he could never forget for the rest of his life.

It remained. Like bile bubbling in the back of his throat, vague but persistent. Still controlling every ounce of Taehyung's being like it used to when he was alive.

And then before he knew he had blurted out shit to piss off the boss and ran away into a deserted farm field in the middle of the night.

He must've really lost his mind.

But that didn't mean Taehyung regretted everything that went down last night. Oh no, no.

On the contrary the silver head was slightly glad the sudden upsurge of confidence had somehow managed to unleash his innermost desires in the most unexpected way. Albeit with unstoppable vulgarity, his own foul mouth had worked wonders in turning on both Jungkook and himself... to a point where they made love repeatedly all throughout the night.

Yes, all, throughout.

The silver head ducked his face inside the covers, hiding his red cheeks as if there was someone else in the room watching him. The innumerable hickeys stung on his sensitive skin, making the boy wince out in sojourn pleasure.

The gangster had really kept his word.

He had gone rough and used Taehyung however he wanted, just like he had asked, throwing the boy into the back seat of the car and holding his legs up while pumping roughly into him. Then later, Taehyung found himself on his knees, hungrily sucking onto his boss's re-awoken dick, trying to make him cum for the third time that night which again was proving to be a difficult task as usual.

Jungkook was great at controlling himself, or more like he liked to edge himself and his partner to impossible limits before reaching the end already. And for some reason, Taehyung found himself all for the overstimulation.

As painful as it was, Taehyung found himself wanting to go on and explore the dire lengths of it. Feel it, like allowing little needles to pierce his insides, curving and twisting through his vessels before settling as intricate murals deep beneath the layers of his skin and soul.

Taehyung wanted to cherish that feeling.

So he held on to Jungkook's shoulders, keeping up with the latter who continued to piston into his hole relentlessly, and occasionally pushed back, surprising both of them with his unexpected risqùe behavior. Taehyung figured Jungkook had approved of it nevertheless, the latter releasing a low pleased growl as he went on until the boy finally passed out from exhaustion.

Taehyung didn't remember anything after that, only a vague flash of someone carrying his wrapped body into the warm bed, and a ghost of lips pressing on his temple.

The silver head blushed at the possibility of it not being a dream, his heart fluttering wildly in his chest. But then he sighed, because it certainly must've been one.

As if the beast from last night could muster something so soft.

But Taehyung wasn't one to hold grudges. He liked the way the gangster treated him, rough or not. Atleast he was still around... or more like keeping Taehyung around himself, despite his unenlightening uselessness. 

A sharp rap on the bedroom door broke him away from his lingering thoughts, the silver head peeking out of his duvet like an alarmed meerkat.

He heard a muffled voice seeking permission to enter, which the boy quickly gave, not wanting to tire his guest.

He had expected Seokjin at the most, coming in to scold him for missing breakfast yet again but was surprised, no... shocked to see the boy standing at the door with his hands crossed over his chest.

"Wa, looks like someone had a rough night."

Taehyung looked away, nervously bunching the duvet around his marked naked up chest as Jimin walked in, a cheshire smirk on his face.

"Need help?" The short raven head asked, reaching out to grip the end of the duvet Taehyung's was using to cover himself, "Show me where it hurts?"

Taehyung yelped, tightening his claws on the covers as Jimin tried yanking them off, wicked laughter bubbling in his throat.

"Wh-what do you think y-youre doing!?" The silver head screeched, vigorously pulling at his sheets  in agitation. Jimin finally released them, his hands going up in mock surrender as a small smile played on his plump lips.

"Chill, im not interested in seeing you naked either." He stated cooly, turning his head to look elsewhere.

"W-why are you here?" Taehyung asked in a small voice, cheeks flushing a bright peach, "Did Jin h-hyung send you?"

"Uh- yeah! yeah he did," Jimin nodded, clearing his throat, "Like I'd voluntarily walk in here to bid you good morning or something."

The silver head lowered his eyes, a sad pout forming on his lips. As if on que, his stomach grumbled loudly, causing the boy to flinch and hide his face in his palms in embarrassment.

Jimin pursed his lips, trying to keep a straight face and cleared his throat again.

"Hyung said there's some cup ramen in the kitchen. You could err... freshen up first and have that." He offered awkwardly, feeling weirded out of his own actions.

Originally he had planned to come probe the boy about what went down last night with Jungkook, the shorter ravennette having clearly witnessed the young boss carry Taehyung up to his room, wrapped in a huge leather jacket.
It meant only one thing and that was pretty obvious.

But still he wanted to know for sure. Jimin didn't know why but something about the simple and inevitable fact that Jungkook finally fucked Taehyung made him feel uneasy.

Then he suddenly found himself offering the boy his own breakfast for the morning.

The ravennette twisted his lips, feeling disgusted with himself.

"Really? Thanks!!" Taehyung chirped, eyes widening instantly.

"Err yeah man, whatever. Just have that and stop pouting cuz that's ugly as fuck," Jimin rolled his eyes at the silver head, turning on his heels to just leave before he did or said something else he knew he'd regret later but stopped when something caught his eye.

"Wait... what's that?" He asked, squinting his eyes as he neared the confused boy on the bed.

"What?"

"On your fingers," Jimin clarified, wanting to have a closer look at the letters inked on Taehyung's fingers.

"Oh this? Oh-um th-that's... well Jungkook marked me." Taehyung said, bashfully tucking a stray lock behind his ear.

He hesitantly let the ravennette grab his hand and inspect the tattoo, his cheeks flaming in response. But his expression quickly fell when he noticed Jimin's face hardening.

"Jungkook tattooed his name on you?" Jimin asked, scaring the boy with his sudden cold tone.

"Y-yeah i mean h-he got one too and--" Taehyung stammered, trying to pull his hand back but Jimin only gripped it tighter

"What do you mean he got one too? What did he ink?" The ravennette enquired and Taehyung gulped nervously, trying to remember what it was.

"W-well i couldn't see but he said it was um-- T-tiger or something?"

Jimin scoffed, releasing the boy's hand and running his own through his inky black hair.

"I pity you sometimes" He stated suddenly, staring at Taehyung's face for a moment, "Just don't let it get to your head a'right? Cause, as far as i know him... Jungkook's not the type to stick with one."

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"Joonie~"

Namjoon rolled his eyes and turned away, fixing the lapels of his suit.

"No Jungkook. " he stated, exhaling as the boy in front of him pouted wistfully.

"Come on!! Do i really have to be here?"  Jungkook whined, stomping his shiny leather shoes on the marble tinted floor. Namjoon shook his head and glanced at him, a patronizing look taking over his taut face.

"It's an important conference kook. Every big mafia trading in the pacific is going to be here."

"Mhm, mhm... and?" Jungkook nodded, as if trying to understand his point. Namjoon sighed, wanting to slap his face at the boy's adamance.

"And that means i can't let you go just yet, you idiot." He remarked, lightly slapping the back of Jungkook's head instead.

"Ah, ouch! But i have places to be hyung!!" Jungkook argued, massaging his scalp in frustration.

"Like which? On a bed with your boy toy?" The older rebuked, shaking his head as the younger threw a sleazy wink at him.

"Maybe? Or a car doesn't sound too bad either now..." Jungkook stopped, zipping his lips at the hard glare Namjoon gave him.

"You need to grow up Jungkook. You're not 16 anymore to be fucking around with everyone you find cute. You already inherited the mafia as a leader, its time you acted as one-- Jungkook!" Namjoon scoffed, looking on incredulously as the mob boss had already scurried his way off to something that caught his attention.

"Hey, hey wait! What's that?" Jungkook stopped a couple of men who were towing a large covered frame down to one of the extravagant dining halls of the palace like building.

"A painting sir," one of the escorts bowed in respect of the leader, " A portrait of Lady Marylyn."

Jungkook hummed pulling off the covers that were draped over the wooden frame, exposing an exquisite splash of colors adorning the pale canvas.

Jungkook's eyes gleamed, raking down the single front faced portrait of a small lady with bright brown eyes and long silver hair that cascaded all the way down to her chest, curling over in small bushy pirouettes. She had a sharp nose and poppies pinned to her hair, making her stand out like a human angel on live tapestry.

He lifted a finger, running it along the lines of her delicate tan arms wrapped over a pair of unclothed breasts, pining on a vague tactless attempt to cover her nakedness.

"A portrait i see," he hummed, his senses twitching at the close resemblance of the painting to someone. His mind revved back, dropping the pin on a certain silver haired, brown eyed boy who looked at him with a similar sensual look just a few hours up the clock.

An unconscious smile made its way onto his lips, the fleeting thought of that certain silver headed boy cloaked in nothing else but a white sheath of poppies, smiling innocently up at him invaded his senses.

"Pretty isn't she?" A familiar voice called out from behind the ravennette, breaking his momentary trance, "our lil' slut Marylyn?"

Jungkook felt the smile fall from his lips, instantly getting replaced by a scowl. He didn't care to turn around, already knowing who it was from the obnoxiously sweet voice and foul words.

"Kai."

"A pleasure to see you too, dongsaeng."

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A/n: i know ive been gone for a while. Im sorry about that...

It's just that, my mom was diagnosed with corona a few days back. She's a health worker and got vaccinated too so im hoping there's nothing much to worry about.

The worst part is im not around her to make sure she's okay, nor am i allowed to go see her. Please hope she gets better in a week or so.

The situation in India is worsening by the day. I request you all to stay indoors, use a mask when you go out and eat healthy so we can survive this together.
Please.

Also, thanking BTS for bangbangcon21 💜
Hope to catch it soon when things get better.

Saranghae!