Chapter Four . . . |
-youll make a fortune off of him.

Jeongguk bit his bottom lip as he checked his watch for the nth time. He was bouncing his leg up and down in the limousine, looking out of the tinted window.

Jimin was with him but was busy checking their schedule, paying no mind to Jeongguk. He hummed to himself, squinting over some of the plans he saw.

Jeongguk's men took out the security around, hiding their knocked out (or dead) bodies so the one they wanted wouldn't see or be feared off.

Jeongguk just wanted this to go right. He was sure he would kill whoever dared hurt Taehyung while bringing him in. Any marking shown to be riddled over Taehyung's perfect skin would be taken out on the henchmen that were carrying him out, even if it was created by Taehyung himself.

The young mafia leader caught a sight of Taehyung exiting the elevator, his eyes scanning the ground around him. He had a Gucci jacket over his petite body, hiding away his curves.

It was in seconds that Jeongguk's men circled around Taehyung, no screams or cries yet to be heard. Jeongguk elbowed Jimin, forcing him over before he pushed the door open.

There was obvious struggling within the small circle, showing Taehyung was attempting to get away. Jeongguk was utterly surprised to see no one with Taehyung, disappointed for the lack of action but eager to get his greedy paws on Taehyung.

"Be a gentleman, okay? You just captured the most handsome man alive, the most you could do is be kind to him." Jimin whispered into Jeongguk's ear.

"Ah, oh, Jimin," He snickered. "I don't plan on harming my Princess, your underestimate me." Jeongguk added on to his sentence, not sparing a single glance over to the aforementioned. He got out and stood up straight.

It was windy, a bit chilly outside. It was dark out, no one would be a out to see much. The perfect timing in the perfect weather, Jeongguk was catching the perfect person.

His men pushed Taehyung onto his knees, a single guy holding the aforementioned's arms behind his back. The rest of the henchmen discarded into vehicles that were in front and behind of the limousine. They were all too afraid of being the reason Taehyung got injured.

The blond-haired teen slowly looked up, tears in his eyes. He saw Jeongguk, his bottom lip quivering. "Please, Mr. Jeon, d-don't do this,"

Jeongguk leaned down, kneeling in front of Taehyung. He lifted his hand and began to gently stroke Taehyung's cheek, brushing soft strands of hair out of his perfect face. "Did they hurt you, Princess?" He asked softly, scanning over his neck and face.

Taehyung was confused, a frown playing his lips as a single tear fell out from his eye. "J-Jeongguk . . ." He trying to stop his crying before it even started. His eyes glistened, his lips trembled, he was terrified beyond belief.

"I asked you a question, darling, I expect an answer." Jeongguk growled, a scowl playing his lips, his eyebrows narrowing and pinching together. "Answer me. I'll repeat it to you, did they hurt you, Princess?"

Taehyung shook his head, looking all over Jeongguk's face. He didn't want to be taken, he didn't know where any of this would go to. Before he knew it, he busted his head off of the mafia leader's head, pushing himself back.

Thankfully for his older brother, Seokjin, he took some self defense classes. He twisted and turned in the guy who held him arms, able to free himself. Taehyung pushed away, standing on his own two feet.

He tried to run away from Jeongguk and his henchman. That was until Jimin stepped forward and shoved Taehyung back, watching him fall down. "You really should've just listened." He spat.

The mafia leader clutched his head, feeling a bruise form. He stood up, walking over to Taehyung, looking down at him. "Look what you did," he yelled. "Now you'll have a mark on your forehead because you wanted to try something. If you haven't taken notice, this whole place is surrounded with my men. Because of you and what you have caused, now that you have a bruise like me, some of my men will die." He shouted.

Jeongguk pulled out a gun, snapping it behind him at the guy who was supposed to hold Taehyung down. Without a second thought, he blew his brains out. "Like that one." He had anger in his voice.

Jeongguk looked back at Taehyung who showed nothing but regret and utter fear. "What's that, Princess? You're scared?! This wouldn't have happened if you just-" he stopped.

Jimin helped Taehyung up, cuffing his hands behind his back. "Do me a favor, darling," Jimin whispered, Jeongguk walking away to get back into the vehicle. "Whatever you do, DO NOT anger Jeon Jeongguk. You have no idea what he's capable of. I'm warning you, he will become every imaginable fear you have." He breathed, pushing Taehyung into the limousine.

He was buckled up and strapped in, his hands still behind his back.

Jeongguk had the window slightly down, a cigarette in his possession. He was trying to calm down, his blood boiling. He didn't look at Taehyung, knowing his dirty or terrifying thoughts would get in the way.

Jimin hopped on in, shutting the door behind him. "To Jeon Undergrounds," He said, tapping on the window that connected the driver seat to the second half of the limousine.

Jeongguk blew out smoke, tossing his cigarette out of the window. He rubbed his face, looking over Taehyung now. The blond had his head down, suffocating his sobs inside of his achy throat.

"Jimin?" He breathed out, looking over at his right hand man, a smile — no, a devious smirk — slowly appearing onto his face. "Did we do it?"

The aforementioned smiled back at him, nodding. "You, Jeongguk, you caught the most handsome man alive. You'll make a fortune off of him." Jimin said, Taehyung's attention snapping upward with those small words to leave the oldest's mouth.

***

The men who gathered Taehyung and got him semi-successfully were now all lined up on their knees, their arms tied harshly behind their backs. Jeongguk didn't care if Taehyung hurt himself, he didn't want his beautiful skin tarnished.

He had a bag over Taehyung's head so he wouldn't see how to enter or exit Jeon Undergrounds. Jeongguk had 'nurses' and 'doctors' that worked for him care for Taehyung's head.

Of course Taehyung threw a fit so Jeongguk had to bound Taehyung's arms down to a chair. The blond-haired adult now sat in front of the men who were all on their knees, begging and pleading to not die.

Jeongguk had told them all he would be back, that he had some things to take care of before officially attending to his 'duties' with the men who were to safely get Taehyung into his possession.

It had been six minutes since the mafia leader left. The soon-to-be CEO was trying to figure out what he could do in a situation like this.

Seokjin had given him small lessons of self defense, tricks on how to 'soften' the monster who dared hurt him. Seokjin had tried to keep Taehyung alerted but the CEO was nothing but sweet.

Taehyung and the other men all snapped their heads over to the door, Jeongguk and Jimin walking in. Both dressed alike; doctor masks to cover the bottom halves of their faces, gloves, and casual; messy clothes on.

The mafia leader strolled over, stopping right in front of the blond-haired adult. He used his gloved hand to pick his head up, looking down at him. "Princess, you look so shaken." He hummed.

Taehyung was indeed shaken up, his eyes widened, tears filling within his eyes. "P-Please, let me go . . ." Taehyung managed to release, his throat scratchy.

"Oh, I can't do that, Mr. Kim," Jeongguk purred. "Sorry to crush all of your hopes and dreams, but you are now in the mafia." He pulled his mask down to show his smirk. "I'm the leader of Jeon Undergrounds! The most famous mafia there is. And, now that I have you in my possession, I'll also become the richest."

Jimin went over, not saying a word. As all readers could probably see, Jeongguk seemed crazy. He wasn't, he was very manipulative and skilled. Jimin enjoyed how much Jeongguk could tease. How hurtful he could seem.

Jeongguk typically put money where his mouth was. He could brag, but why brag when he could show it off that he owned it. He could show off Taehyung as his treasure, he could show him off that he had him here.

Jeongguk could do whatever he pleased.

Taehyung shook his head. "I'll write you a check! I'll give you anything you want! Just please let me go! I won't tell anyone about this! I won't say a word!"

Jeongguk frowned. "Princess, you don't understand. You ARE everything I want. You and your company. And, as we speak, I have more men doing me a favor and getting me every code, lock, finger print, and more into your company. I'll own every dollar, every fabric of clothing, every jewel you own. You don't need to write me a check, I already own it, sweetie, it's already mine." He shrugged.

Taehyung opened his mouth but nothing had yet come from his drying lips. His father's hard worked on business, his business. Taehyung closed his mouth, looking over to Jimin before back at Jeongguk. "Don't kill me," was all he could say.

The mafia leader genuinely frowned, kneeling before Taehyung. His large hands stayed placed on the aforementioned's thighs, gently rubbing them. "Princess, I'm not going to kill you. Do you know how valuable you are? You're the most handsome man in the WORLD. You aren't worth killing, Taehyung. Instead, you will be sold in auctions. The bid will start at a million dollars. Though, to me, you're worth so much more than that, it makes it easier for people to go back and forth."

"No! Please! I don't want to be sold! Please! Don't! Mr. Jeon!" Taehyung began to sob, tears falling out of his eyes, his sobs broken. "For the love of G-"

"God? God doesn't exist, stop pleading to an imaginary figure. It won't help you at all, Mr. Kim." Jeongguk said in a low tone, pushing to stand. "Know what we're going to do now, Princess?"

Taehyung didn't answer, he kept his head down, refusing to look up. He tried to hold his broken sobs back, trying to not seem as weak as he felt under the control of Jeon Jeongguk.

Jeongguk felt angered the more he was ignored. "Princess, I know I didn't stutter." He growled in a low tone, very irritated and agitated. He was trying to control himself.

Taehyung didn't answer still.

Jeongguk groaned, whipping out his gun, pointing it at a random person before he blew their brains out, watching ad Taehyung jumped and flinched. "Princess, you have a fucking chance at saving them. I advise you fucking pay close attention or I won't be afraid to back slap you and then murder every last one of them." He said before yanking Taehyung's head back by his hair, forcing him to keep his eyes on the several men that all cried and pleaded.

"Now," The older sighed deeply. "There is eight left. You pick one and then I pick one." Jeongguk said. "Only four will survive by your choice. We take turns until four are all dead." He said.

"Wait!" Taehyung shouted. "Y-You killed two already! T-T-There was ten! I-I get t-to pick five t-to live!" He said, stumbling over his words. "D-Don't kill them! Please!"

Jeongguk listened to what Taehyung had to say. "Hmm, you're right. I did already kill two. Why the hell not. Pick the first person you want to live, Taehyung." He hummed, pulling his mask back over his face.

"I-I beg! Let them all live! Please! Jeongguk! Let them live! I-I beg! I do!" Taehyung screamed. "T-This t-trauma! Y-You don't want to s-sell someone who i-is mentally h-harmed, right?!" He shouted, trying to change Jeongguk's mind.

This made the mafia leader think. If Taehyung were already harmed, mentally or physically, money would come in at a lesser value. He hummed. "Very well . . ." Jeongguk answered in a soft tone.

"Jimin," Jeongguk called, watching the said man spin around to look at his best friend, his boss. "Do me a favor and untie these men for me, won't you? We'll punish them for now. Basement."

Taehyung sighed, letting his head hang as he felt relieved of this mental abuse. Unfortunately, two still died but that's better than four or five. He felt the ties around his hands loosen, looking back.

"I guess I'll just show you where you'll be sleeping from now on until the auction. You obey. You listen. If you break a rule, you get punished. Just because you're special doesn't mean I won't harm you in some way." Jeongguk said, taking Taehyung's hand and helping him to stand, holding on to him by his waist with his other hand. 

"Oh, and because I promised it to you, me and you will go get some coffee. I know a nice place." He hummed, a smile that could kill millions plastered onto his face.