"Hey cutie."

Taehyung sat up with a jerk, head wobbling around as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings he woke up to.

"Wh-where am I..?" He repeated, deep voice coming out scratchy as he spoke.

The brunette heard a small chuckle and looked up, focussing his eyes on a couple of leather clad men standing around and already staring down at him.

One of them, stepped forward and crouched on his toes in front of him.

"You're in the Jeon's estate kid," he answered, flashing a small charming smile that Taehyung couldn't help but stare at.

"A-and who-who are you?" He asked again, voice small and head hazy.

The man chuckled again and looked up, exchanging a glance with another one of the men.

"Im Jung Hoseok, or... Hobi if you may," he replied, giving him a closed eye smile, "and as for these others... well we work for the Jeon's mafia, under our boss Jeon Jungkook. You might've heard of him?"

Jeon Jungkook.

That name brought Taehyung out of his trance and he jerked out of his hazy state of mind with a small gasp.

No no no no no, he thought, head reeling as it recollected all of the events that went down the previous night in the cell. His heart began to thump loudly as he recalled the last thing that happened was the mob boss declaring he was taking him somewhere before a white cloth was shoved against his nose.

He didn't remember what happened after that but he was sure as hell what it was.

He had been kidnapped.

And by the mafia.

"No!" He shrieked suddenly, half scaring the orange haired boy in front of him.

"Oh wae wae what," hoseok clambered, trying to balance himself on his feet again, "why are you shouting?"

"Because this can't be happening to me!? Mafia kidnapped me? Me? Oh my god!" Taehyung burst out, hands coming up to claw at his own face as he continued to scream in agony and exasperation.

Namjoon raised a brow at this, quickly looking over at Seokjin who looked slightly concerned for the cute officer. Jimin furrowed his brows and glared at the boy, who he deemed as his possible competition, while Jungkook beamed down at the boy.

"Taehyung!" The boss cheered, skipping upto the said male who seemed to have noticed his presence only then and backed away in absolute fear.

Jungkook stopped and frowned with a pout.

"Hey Taehyung," he greeted again carefully crouching in front of him,
" Don't be scared, here say hi to my friends."

His voice was soft, caring if he daresay but Taehyung knew better. He only stared at the boss as if he was staring at the face of his own death. Which he probably was.

"I think he's crazy," Jimin snidely commented, recieving a slap on his arm from the oldest.

"Shut up Jim, I think he's just scared aww UwU," Seokjin suddenly gushed, covering his lips with sweater pawed hands as his eyes glazed over with dramatic stars.

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"Guys we have fifteen minutes, all of you pick up your bags and Jungkook pick up your little boy toy, we have to leave as soon as possible. Now quick!" The second-in-command declared and within moments everyone skittered back to their rooms, except Jungkook and Taehyung.

The smaller boy sniffled through his tears, eyes still trained at Jungkook's face as he tried to figure out what's going on in his mind, which in itself was a big feat.

Because the very next moment when Jungkook looked at him, all the previous empathy and softness on his face was gone and now replaced by a tactless scowl.

The brunette felt a shiver run down his spine at his cold scary expression.

Jungkook huffed irritably, and reached out a hand, grabbing the younger's jaw tightly between his fingers.

"Have you lost your speech?" The boss hissed on his face, pulling him closer until their breathes mingled, "or do I need to teach you Taehyung?"

The smaller boy struggled against the grip on his face, flustered with the proximity and shell shaken as small tears dribbled down the sides of his eyes.

"Pl-please let me go b-boss," he begged hoarsely, looking at the said man with a pityful gaze, hoping something-- anything would help him out of this horrific situation. If begging was needed, begging it would be.

The latter snorted and shook his head in response.

"Not for the world."

Taehyung choked out a sob and tried to pull his face away but Jungkook simply tightened his hold, probably enough to leave marks on his tan skin.

"W-why are you doing this, I-- am of no use to y-you!" The brunette reasoned again, gently placing his hands on the other's bruising hold and tried to pry it away. Jungkook kept quiet and watched him beg like that, pathetically for his life as if he wasn't some cop under duty.

But in Taehyung's defence he was a new recruit and his life was dear to him. And he was in the company of the mafia, one that many senior officers trembled to even think about.

"Mhm," the tatted ravenette refused him rather defiantly, " whether you're some use to me or not is for me to decide and I said you're not going anywhere."

The brunette let out a strangled sigh of defeat, deflating in the man's grip as he thought back to the circumstances that brought him here. It was obvious that Taehyung had no chance of escaping the mob boss once he caught his eye. That was how the mafia in Gwangju worked and it was common knowledge to everyone.

They like you, you're theirs.

That's how they picked up most of their gang members too.

His thoughts of going back to his village was just wishful thinking now.

"I need you," Jungkook suddenly began and Taehyung looked up through his wet lashes to notice the suddenly intense way with which the boss was looking at him, "and besides, I'll keep you safe."

That confused the young officer. What did he possibly need him for? He was just some random boy, a trainee cop with no skill or aptitude, what use could he be to the older or to his gang? And Why was the literal boss of a mafia gang promising to keep him safe?

"W-what do you m-mean?" He settled to ask instead, knowing very well more questions would only get him killed. As expected the latter didn't bother answering him, but was benevolent enough to let go of his jaw after a good five minutes.

Taehyung placed a shaky hand on his aching cheek and noticed the mob boss getting to his feet. Then he noticed himself sitting sprawled with his knees on the floor, right in front of the boss's feet. He felt even more pathetic.

But before he could spiral down in the pits of agony, he felt a finger prod under his chin and tilting his face up to meet Jungkook's blank one.

And in another moment, he felt something pushing against his face, a pair of metal rimmed glasses, his glasses sliding over his damp eyes before being perched atop his leaking red nose. Taehyung watched with wide (now clearer) eyes and mouth hanging open as the tatted man smiled happily.

"Get ready for the adventure Taehyung-ah!" He exclaimed giddily, flashing a bunny smile that make the skin on his nose scrunch up cutely.

Taehyung could only watch as the older spun on his feet and left the colossal hall to go to some room, followed by his stoic faced bodyguard he'd seen the previous night.

What crazy turn did his life just take?

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