Chapter Five . . .|
-take off your clothes.
(sm) - slight mature content
(t) - trigging for some readers

Jeongguk smiled fondly at Taehyung who had his head down, his hand cuffed to a chair so he couldn't leave and run away. "Princess, why don't you drink your coffee? I didn't waste money for you to not drink it, right?" Hummed the mafia leader of Jeon Underground, pursing his lips as he sipped his own hot drink.

"I don't like coffee." Taehyung uttered saltily, his voice bitter. He sounded like he had screamed and cried for awhile — which his did. It was annoying trying to bring Taehyung to the coffee shop Jeongguk owned when he was just constantly screaming out bloody murder.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me that before I wasted money on buying the coffee, Princess?" He inquired lowly, tilting his head. "Doesn't matter, keep yapping, it doesn't matter what you say." He uttered.

Taehyung just kept shut, pinching his lips into a thin line as he kept his head down. He was in the state of accepting his life like this. That didn't mean he was giving up. He wanted to get free to get to Seokjin-hyung and get as far as possible but that sucked when you were in a coffee shop cuffed to a chair with the man who captured you sipping on hot coffee.

"So, like I said earlier, I'll show you where you'll be staying. Like everything else, I will not be showing you how to get in or out. You stay in your room. You will not exit your room unless I have somewhere to go. You will eat regularly, you will be bathed, you will be cared for in the utmost caring way. If you run, try to escape, cause damage to certain people and objects, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Kim?" Jeongguk growled.

Taehyung just nodded. What was he to do? Refuse and get punished? He let his blond locks fall in front of his face, trying not to cry again.

"I have regular meetings and heists that I need to care for, I have to help with the black market, I have jobs I need to care for so you'll travel with me quite a bit. Jimin also partakes in these events. Understood?" Jeongguk watched as Taehyung nodded.

"Good. First thing is first," the mafia leader hummed. "You'll be taken back and I'll bathe you. Then, you'll be served food, you'll eat every bite, and be laid down for a nap. Today must be exhausting. I can't imagine how tired you are right now."

"Yeah, well you can kiss my rear end. I don't care for the things you want to do to me. I don't understand why I'm a prized possession to you and your stupid mafia." Taehyung hissed.

Jeongguk snickered. "I see you don't like cursing, that helps for people who want innocents. As for your sass, I can't say many would appreciate that side of you." He shrugged lamely. "I'm about done here. Is there anything you want?"

Taehyung shook his head, tugging on his wrist, the cuffs jingling. He finally picked his head up, looking at Jeongguk who stood up slowly. He glided over, reaching his hands and undoing the cuffs.

"Okay, let's see how much this will wor-" Jeongguk didn't even get to finish when he felt a fist in his face, sucking in a sharp breath. His hand rushed to his cheek, grunting lowly.

He opened his eyes, seeing as Taehyung had tried to run away. Jeongguk had enough of this nonsense. He spun around, seeing as Taehyung was trying to run out of the coffee shop.

"Taehyung!" Jeongguk growled, going to the door. He began to jolt after Taehyung, doing a lot of athletic doing when he was younger due to his father always pushing him to get faster, for it was imperative he learned.

He caught up to Taehyung quite quickly, yanking him by his arm. Jeongguk tugged Taehyung into his body, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him tightly.

"You fucking piece of shit! Fuck!" Jeongguk groaned, keeping Taehyung held in his buff arms. "I'm sick of your bullshit. You're going to be punished." He said, taking his hand and hitting Taehyung's thigh.

Taehyung yelped, seeing people around look at him. He was embarrassed, not enjoying public humiliation. He stopped fighting. Jeongguk clearly wasn't letting go. He felt his hands being tightly cuffed behind his back, his wrists aching.

"P-Please don't hurt me!" He began to cry, turning back to look at the mafia leader. Jeon Jeongguk looked as scary as possible. "I would shut the fuck up right about now. You've done enough and I'll be damned if you'll get away with this shit." The ravenette said sternly, dragging the blond-haired adult back to the coffee shop where his car was parked, he had thrown Taehyung into the back of his car, picking up the breathable bag and placed it on his head, slamming the door shut.

He would occasionally go out alone without Jimin or his bodyguards but ever so rarely did he. He had Taehyung with him this time, just wanting to enjoy it but that was until the aforementioned fucked it all up for himself.

Jeongguk hopped into the vehicle, shutting the door after him. He was painfully silent, not letting a peep slip from his thin lips. He didn't look back at Taehyung's once, he tried his damn awful hardest to not even think about the aforementioned.

The mafia leader was so livid, so pissed and angered. Taehyung would regret crossing him over and fucking up.

***

Jeongguk removed the placed bag off of Taehyung's head, lifting him and throwing him onto the bed. Jimin was here in the room, there being actual concern riddling his face as he watched Jeongguk.

The mafia leader had leaned over and flipped the young adult over, removing his handcuffs. "Listen, you piece of shit." Jeongguk gritted, making Taehyung face him once more. "I'm about at my wits end with your bullshit. Take off your clothes."

Taehyung stared in disbelief, clearing his throat. "W-What?" He stumbled over his words, his eyes widening in pure and utter fear, he being nothing but petrified of the man in front of him.

Jimin gasped silently, snapping his head to Jeongguk then to Taehyung. He briefly made eye contact with the adult, quickly averting his gaze elsewhere. He froze at the next few words from both of the adults.

"W-W-Why?" Asked Taehyung, unable to move his arms or legs, feeling like he was about to piss himself for how afraid he was. He was trembling.

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "For what else, Princess? I promised I would fuck you before I gave you away. I'm a man of my word. Now be a good Princess and remove your attire, won't you?" He growled lowly, no emotion in his voice.

Taehyung shook his head. "N-No! I don't want it!" He screamed, about to push away until his wrists were tightly gripped and squeezed.

"You'll fucking obey. I've murdered, committed arson, robbed, kidnapped, and more. Do you really think this will affect me?" The older shouted. "Now. Remove. Your. Clothes."

"Jeon." Jimin piped. "Surely there are other ways of punishing someone besides . . . Rape." He vocalized, clearing his throat afterwards.

Jeongguk never snapped his neck so fast in his life, it was a surprise he didn't get whiplash from the speed and power. "Who's side are you on?!" He boomed, narrowing his brows. "Excuse yourself out of the room, Park."

Jimin knew he angered Jeongguk when the younger called him by his surname. He bowed before he turned on his heels, leaving the room without a further word to he shared.

The ravenette looked back over to Taehyung. "Do daddy a favor and remove your clothes for me, Princess." Jeongguk slowly released the blond's hands, leaving them red.

He took a few steps back, his eyes burning holes into Mr. Kim's fabrics that hid away his amazing body.

Taehyung wasn't sure how to argue anymore. He found himself now standing, his knees trembling with the applied weight. He felt like he was ready to pass out at any given second. His quivering fingers made it to the very first button of his shirt, popping it out of the loop with ease.

The block of ice in his throat made breathing a hassle. He removed the second button of his shirt, the silence so powerful he thought Jeongguk would be able to hear his own heartbeat racing out of his chest with fear.

He moved his fingers to the third button, feeling his hands get smacked. Jeongguk gripped at both sides of Taehyung's shirt before he forcefully ripped it open, hearing buttons go everywhere around the floor.

"Taehyung, baby, one thing to not fuck with is my patience. They say a strand of hair is the thinnest thing known on earth but they obviously haven't measured my patience. Take off your pants. If I have to tell you again, I will make this worse for the both of us, Princess." Jeongguk said.

The younger let his arms slip from the shirt, hearing the soft drop of the fabric hitting off the wooden floorboards. He choked on a sob, then two. Tears were racing down his face, almost as if they were trying to see who could hit his jawline first.

Taehyung's fingers traveled to his pants. He was quicker with getting them off of his hips, feeling the hem of his pants trace and crave down his legs, they sitting at his ankles.

He kicked out of them. Now all he had was his undergarment. He hooked his thumbs onto the waistband, his cries evident and broken. "J-Jeongguk, please," he begged, hopes of not having to remove his clothes.

There was a silence again, Jeongguk had said he wasn't going to tell the young adult again and so help him he wasn't.

The soon-to-be CEO sobbed. His throat itched with words that tried to claw their way out but sobs slipped left and right. He pushed down his final article of clothing, his hands covering his nude body parts.

"Don't hide what I own." Jeongguk warningly said.

Slowly, Jeongguk's 'Princess' pulled his hands away to his sides, keeping his face down. He was hyperventilating, choked up, scared out of his mind.

He felt cold hands grab his hips and pull him close, warm breaths fanning his earlobe. "Has anyone mentioned how perfect you are?" Asked the mafia leader before he aggressively shoved Taehyung back on the bed.

He stood above him, gripping at his legs and turning them to the right. Jeongguk brought his hand up and back down, smacking Taehyung's flesh, hearing the younger scream out in agony. The aforementioned did it again, and again, and again. Leaving the blond's rear end bright red, covered in stinging handprints.

The ravenette forced Taehyung back fully on his back, his hands tracing his thighs. They went up and down, forcing the body part wide open enough to see Taehyung's precious nude parts, a smirk crawling his lips.

"Mr. Jeon! Please! I-I won't mess up! D-Don't! I'm sorry! I beg! I beg!" Taehyung screamed out bloody murder, his face bright red, his body shaking. He couldn't grasp any sort of oxygen into his lungs.

"I'm sorry! P-P-Please! P-Please! God! Please! S-Sorry! N-No! No! Don't! I-I promise! I-I do! I do! P-Please! Stop! N-No! Please!" He said, it was like the only real word he knew was the very word please itself. His body felt like it weighed a ton of bricks. His voice became small and everything grew blurry around him.

The few last words that entered into his ears before he lost his consciousness, the last vowels that exited Jeongguk's thin lips were as follow: "I won't."