Taehyung basically felt trapped in his own house after that day, he wasn't trapped per se, but he wasn't exactly free either. He wasn't allowed to have contact with any men more than maybe a few minutes, he had 3 bodyguards following him everywhere he went, monitoring each and every move of is, and reporting back to Jongsuk.

Jongsuk conducted all his meeting outside his house, he was a mafia boss, so it was obvious he owned various properties across the world, so it was surprising to Taehyung, that after 3 months of that traumatic night, a meeting full of men was conducted at their house.

There was no doubt that Jongsuk loves Taehyung, maybe a little more than he loves himself, maybe so much that it is fair to call it obsession more the love. Jongsuk was proud to have Taehyung, there was not one moment when he didn't show Taehyung off. He showered him with love and kisses, but Taehyung as much as looked at another man, maybe even a second longer, he would be punished.

For Jongsuk there were only two people in the world, Taehyung and himself. Taehyung was only suppose to love him, if not Jongsuk could kill that other person that dared to come in between them and he's also kill Taehyung, maybe.

Taehyung looked at himself, surveying his outfit   when the door bell rang, signalling the guests who Jongsuk has business with, arrived. He knew he wasn't suppose to be anywhere near them, so when Jongsuk calls him outside, Taehyung was surprised, surprised and scared.

Taehyung was dressed in a loose white tshirt, that was like two sizes bigger than him, he looked like he was drowning in it and black tights that stuck to him like a second skin.

"Tae baby, come down here" Jongsuk called out in a firm voice from the living room. Taehyung hesitated for a second before making his way down the stairs toward the living room. He spotted 5 men sitting on the couch, all dressed in expensive looking white suits, including Jongsuk. There was this one man who was dressed in all black, from his hair to his boot, his white complexion and pale skin standing out because of his black clothes. He kind off reminded him of when he met Jongsuk for the first time. He would stare a little more but he knew, that would be trouble.

Jongsuk stopped wearing black when he met Taehyung, reasoning that Taehyung was the white in his black life.

"Baby, sit on my lap" Jongsuk motioned him to sit on his lap and Taehyung obliged.

He gave Taehyung's thigh a light squeeze before turning to look at the others "This is my husband Taehyung, everyone."

"Isn't he beautiful?" Jongsuk asked, trailing his finger down Taehyung's arm.

The men looked at each other, not knowing what to say, the guy dressed in all black just stared, face impassive.

"Isn't he?" Jongsuk snapped when nobody answered.

"He is" the guy in black answered leaning back on the couch, arms crossing across his chest as he smirked lightly.

"Do you know what else he is?" Jongsuk asked smirking back.

The guy is black raised his eyebrows shrugging. "He is mine" Jongsuk said hands threaded in Taehyung's hair as he gave a harsh pull, his head dipping back because of the impact for some seconds before it was released.

Taehyung's eyes brimmed with unshed tears but he held them by biting his bottom lip hard drawing a little blood. All of the men sitting in the room noticed this besides  Jongsuk because he couldn't see Taehyung's face. They quickly averted their gaze trying not be be caught staring but the guy in black stared, stared till Taehyung licked his lips, tasting a little blood that oozed out of his torn lip.

"This is Namjoon" Jongsuk started introducing them one by one.

"Beside him in green hair is Min Yoongi" Taehyung noticed that it was such a unusual colour but it didn't look bad on the man, in fact he pulled it off quite well.

"That's J" Jongsuk said pointing at the man wearing all black.

"J?" Taehyung's voice echoed before he could stop himself, he almost feared Jongsuk would snap at him for being this curious but before he could say anything, the hoarse voice answered.

"Jeongguk, it's Jeongguk but I prefer J" J said looking into Taehyung's eyes.

Taehyung nodded understanding, Jongsuk's arm tightened around his waist as he continued "He goes by J for several years now, he used to work for another mafia group but apparently they weren't worthy of him"

Jeongguk smirked, nodding. His dark eyes shifting to Taehyung for a second too long before shifting back on Jongsuk.

"And the guy beside him" Jongsuk drawled lazily reaching for gun, in his jacket pocket "is the traitor" before shooting him. Before Taehyung has a chance to process what Jongsuk said or before the guy could even utter a word he was shot dead.

"And this is Hoseok, he's a expert in cleaning the mess, just like when he cleans this" Taehyung's eyes were still glued on the dead body in front of him. Tears streamed down his face as he suddenly went back to that traumatic night when the innocent man was killed in front of him.

"Are you crying baby? I'm so sorry, I forgot that you're so soft hearted" Jongsuk said cupping Taehyung's cheeks wiping his tears with the pad of his thumb.

"Go to your room baby" he ordered slightly pushing Taehyung in the other direction. His legs felt weak but he somehow managed to walk. He turned back  once more, meeting Jeongguk's— J's eyes. His eyes were hard but they seemed to soften a little when they met Taehyung's, his face void of any emotion as he stared back, only for some seconds though, before he looked away.

He gaze was intriguing, dangerous and trouble. Taehyung knew he couldn't repeat the same mistake twice.