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“Ah that’s a good boy.” Namjoon praises mockingly when Taehyung stills, the gun pressed to his lips.
”Now we can fulfill that little fantasy of yours. “ The pressure on Taehyung's lips increases painfully as the older hovers threateningly above the boy.
“Hm, like that?” Namjoon snickers as if all of this was a funny little game to him.

 “Gw-go fu-fuk yo-es-lf” The words come out unclear and mumbled due to weapon on Taehyung's mouth, but the vile intent behind them is more than clear.

The taller man chuckles darkly, towering behind Taehyung and putting all his weight onto the younger's neck, making him groan in pain.
“Tell me, little Tiger” He mocks as Taehyung growls again in anger, keeping his mouth closed against the cold steel.
“Why should I do that Taehyung, when I got a willing little bitch like you nicely bent over for me?”

At this, panic slowly seeps into Taehyung's brain, his thoughts turning into a rumbled mess. The boy's face is hot against the cold table and Namjoon's iron grip on his neck makes it impossible to escape the threat of the gun.

Fuck, his breathing is getting faster and irregular, coming out in panicked gasps while Taehyung tries to keep his mouth as shut as possible against the gun. He has to get out of here. He hates this. Being under someone else, under Namjoon. Vulnerable and pliant like…like a little bitch. A bitch bent over. Weak. Pathetic. Small.

Fuck.

Taehyung is so, so fucked.

A few hours earlier..

He releases an exasperated breath into the cold night air as he walks through the vibrantly buzzing streets of Seoul and lazily eyes the crowd. The typical drunken party folk, mostly rich and arrogant chaebol's with their oh so loyal followers, pathetically begging for their benefactors attention and money, trailing behind like obedient puppies.

Taehyung scoffs. He may be a dirty criminal, hooking stupidly rich college students, who are looking for an escape from their boring life, up on his drugs. But he would never fall as low as to forget his pride and beg for anything.

The only kind of pride he has left is knowing that he worked hard for everything he owns. Even if that only entails a shitty shared apartment with some local junkies and his favourite leather jacket, which sadly doesn’t do much against the cold right now. 

He suppresses a shudder as he walks towards one of the most prestigious clubs in the city.
Mono, its says in bold letters over the boastful entrance.
His boss, Kyongsoo, told him that the club, along with a bunch of other popular locations, belongs to one of the countrie's most powerful big-shots who apparently owns half of Seoul.

 But what makes this idea seem even more suicidal is the fact that the club is located right in Ssang Yong Pa's territory, the most powerful crime organization in Korea. One even says their ties expand into national politics and the legal market.

 Taehyung knows how dangerous it is to sell in enemy territory, but lately the man on top of his own gang, Hyungwon, wants to expand.

Annoyingly, for him, a little unimportant street runner from the streets, that means he is now forced to leave his own district in order to slowly infiltrate other territories, knowing very well that being caught means trouble.

Not that Taehyung isn’t used to a good beating, or worse.

Doesn’t mean he has to provoke it, but the only other option was to go against Kyongsoo’s orders, which would have resulted in more than a mere beating. He stubbornly refuses to shy away from a fight, he is no pussy, but it would be just stupid to draw the anger of that psychopath onto him.
He isn't called Hyungwon's bloodhound for no reason. 

Back then as a little underfed teenager he was always told that his cocky attitude and big mouth would lead him into an early death, but here he is, just turned nineteen and full of stupid ideas.

He sighs, and reminds himself of Taemi, her cute little hands, her gummy smile and the way her curly hair bops up and down when she jumps around. The way she always lights up his entire life when he is allowed to see her is the only thing that keeps him going, kept him going since they were children.

He cuts in line and walks up to the gorilla guarding the door, his face is blank as he judgingly stares at Taehyung's admittedly sightly ruffled appearance. Taehyung rolls his eyes, the guy probably has barely enough mental capacity to read the list of names in his giant hands.

“Kim” Taehyung spits as he squares his shoulders and tries to stare the guy down, acting like he is obviously entitled to be let in.

“Kim… Who?” the guy asks in a confused tone that fits his idiotic appearance.

Taehyung sighs and looks at his expensive (fake) watch and pretends that the guy in front of him is not worth a second of his time, just like all these chaebols treat people from the street like himself.

 “Man, I ain’t got time for that fucking bullshit. I have places to be, so cut the shit and let me in.” he walks up to into the guys face, ready for a fight, maybe unconsciously hoping to be send away in order to save his ass from what will inevitably happen if he is seen selling his stuff in a club under a other gangs jurisdiction. But he would never admit that to himself.

Kim Taehyung never runs away from a good fight. And acting like a rich, entitled Chaebol usually gets him into the clubs he wants into, but sometimes also into painful fights with the bouncers. Honestly, it's a fifty-fifty chance.

 “I'll tell you now that you wil regret fuckin' with me, so do your job and let people do their business.” He arrogantly cocks an eyebrow and sneers as he eyes the other. He had all his life to perfect his impression of rich assholes treating him like shit, so he has no problem with the act.

 The guy just dumbly blinks at him, making no administrations to move

“Your boss is surely gonna be happy to know that he lost a shit ton of money because you can't tell who you'd rather not fuck with. I don’t know about him but I don’t appreciate people messing with my business, so fucking move.”
Well, Taehyung actually is here for business, so..
He dismissively shoves at the other chest, which turns out to be a dumb idea. The guy still seems to be confused about whether to believe him or not, but now he furrows his eyes not in confusion but anger.

Shit. At least he tried.

But right when Taehyung is convinced of having to find an other way into the club after fighting his way out of this situation, a warm hand grasps his shoulder and he feels a presence stepping up close behind him.

 Taehyung shoulders tense and he is ready to punch the guy touching him right into the face when he hears a slimy voice say “ No worries, Kong, this pretty boy belongs to me. No need to get violent, I will personally escort him to the boss, understood?”
His tone leaves no question about whether to follow his orders or not and the big guard hurries out of the way.

Well, that was easy.

Sometimes being considered ‘pretty’ by others can be useful instead of just an annoying part of Taehyung's life.

 Taehyung turns around and is immediately greeted with a slimy but wolfish smile. Everything about that guy screams dirty bastard and ‘I drug girls to fuck them while they sleep and can’t see my tiny dick’. The slimy piece of shit is way older and smaller than Taehyung but broader, dressed in a sleek dark suit. But in combination with his slick hair it just enforces his slimy appearance.

 Even though Taehyung is grossed out, he isn’t someone to refuse an opportunity like that. Taking the initiative he walks forward into the club while he literally feels the bastard eyeing him up and down. He hates the stares on his body making him feel dirty, but people feel more like buying from you when you are making them crave for more than just your drugs. So he knows he looks good in his super tight dark jeans he needed ages to get into and his smudged eyeliner, as well as the dozen sparkling earrings adorning his ear.

 The club itself looks even more exclusive from the inside. The bass is sensual and heavy and in the almost otherworldly neon lights the crowd is dancing wildly, people lost in the pleasure of drugs or their partners openly groping and fondling them while moving their hips to the beat.

Taehyung would happily join them and find a willing hook up for the night, but business comes first.

 He is ripped out of his own thoughts when he feels a clammy hand on the small of his back and he immediately goes rigid when a mouth comes close to his ear, the guy’s breath reeking like overpriced mouthwash and cigarettes.

 “So pretty, I hear you have business with the boss?” He basically feels the man’s lips spread into a smirk “You one of Hoseok's whores? Or runners? Or was that fit you threw out there right now just a pathetic attempt to be let into Mono?”

 Taehyung turns his face but refuses to step back as he growls “Man just fuck off before I break your fingers” He stares head on into the other's eyes and doesn't move a muscle, ready to pounce on the bastard any second.

 But said bastard just grins knowingly “Oh feisty. I like that." The older's eyes zero in on Taehyung's full lips. " But why don’t you shut up and use your pretty lips on my fat co…”

With that, just as the guy aggressively gropes Taehyung's ass, the latter takes a step back and smashes his fist, adorned with his favourite rings, right into the asshole's face. Just as the other staggers back holding his nose, clearly surprised by the violent attack, Taehyung attacks again. This time with a knee to the stomach.

The guy falls onto his knees and before anyone can notice the commotion in between the wild dancing in the club, Taehyung dives into the crowd, hiding among hundreds of other sweating bodies.

He shakes and inspects his hand, the damage is pretty small for a punch that heavy, just some scratches. Most of the blood isn’t from him anyway.Fuck that guy, making Taehyung angry before he even dealt with one of the annoyingly rich chaebols. He sighs and goes making business.

For the next two hours or so everything goes smoothly and way better than expected. The people in the club consume like crazy and buy even more. Soon he is almost out of stuff without being spotted by any of the guards and finds himself with a pretty petite girl on his lap in the VIP area as she seems to be the daughter of a rich hotel owner. To be frank he doesn’t really care, but her body is warm and soft as he lets his hands roam over her.

 She giggles, probably totally out of it and flutters her long lashes at him. Just as he leans forward to kiss her slender neck she stands up, still giggling, motioning to the bar. And with that she vanishes. Bummed out but with a content buzz he leans back on the luxurious couch and eyes the people in the VIP area.

More dancers in racy outfits, but less people dancing, mostly rich people ogling over the naked skin on display.

Suddenly he spots pretty mint colored hair, pouty lips, cat-like eyes and a petite figure, even smaller than the girl's.

 Just as he looks up he catches the dancer's eyes and is met with a cocky smirk. Slowly and confidently he slides towards Taehyung. The man is wearing nothing more than metallic shorts, that barely cover his groin and a black crop top, that shows off his soft tummy.

Even though he seems to be quite a bit older than Taehyung, he is by far the prettiest guy Taehyung has seen in a while.

Taehyung spreads his legs invitingly, returning the smirk while motioning for the other to replace the girl on his lap from before.

 „Hey handsome“ the guy drawls, voice deep and raspy, totally contrasting the dancers petite appearance, but nevertheless Taehyung feels his dick twitch in his pants at the roughness of the other's voice.

„What is someone like you doing all alone over here,…?“ the guy smirks sheepishly at the cliche line but Taehyung decides to play along

„I could ask you the same …?“ Taehyung conscious of giving his name out in such an environment tries to dodge the question.

„Suga“

„Sugar?“ Taehyung asks surprised. „ Isn’t that a little-?“

„ Cliche? Yes, but the old farts over there like the sweet boy image“ the dancer dismissively drawls.
„And it’s Suga not Sugar“

 „Okay Suga“ Taehyung smirks and cocks an eyebrow at the smaller man before him „I think I can guess what you want.“ He licks his plush lips while the other's stares at him expectantly.
"Happy to sit on someone's dick who is not old enough to be your grandpa?"

 „Careful“ the other eyes him judgingly but Taehyung can see a small amused smile forming on the corner of his lips, „I haven‘t decided if you're worth my time yet."

 Taehyung scoffs, but his lips pull into an amused smirk. That guy’s got fire and he can sense it in the way the lithe man fixes his gaze unabashedly on him. Taehyung feels the heat crawling up from his body to his neck. A suffocating but pleasurable heat.

 „Ah“ Suga continues „and I am clearly older than you, so respect your elders, brat“

 That makes Taehyung double over in laughter and he sees Suga's eyes soften quite a bit at Taehyung's goofy smile. On the street and as a teenager it always bothered him, so he opted to smile as little as possible. The life in the run down part of Seoul was like a life amidst hyenas, just one sign of vulnerability and you were gone for. Jimin had been the only one ever to tell him to smile more often.

 At the memory of the other his smile quickly falls and he buries the bitter feeling coming up deep somewhere inside of him where it can't bother him. At least for now.

 „Sorry Hyung“ he teases with a sheepish smile, he pouts and seductively flutters his eyelashes at the dancer „Please forgive your cute dongsaeng.“ he asks with a fake high voice, suppressing his own laughter.

 Suga smirks and looks away, his face not giving away his amusement, but Taehyung can make out his chest shaking in suppressed laughter. „God your more of an idiot than I thought“ he huffs. However in the next moment he plants himself on Taehyung's lap, one hand sprawled out on the taller one's chest. „But you’re right, you are quite cute, but not because of the reasons you might think.“

 Taehyung gulps, the weight of the dancer on his right thigh feels heavenly, suddenly the air around him tastes and smells like mint and cinnamon, but not in a sickly sweet but refreshing and enticing way. One of the smaller mans sprawled out legs comes dangerously close to Taehyung's groin, and his body buzzes in anticipation.

 „Oh yeah, why do you think i am cute then? I've been told people just can't resist my lovely eyes.“ he teases , leaning forward into the other's space, letting his eyes go wide while winking at the smaller one. His cocky expression completely disregarding his innocent words.

The older is so small, wriggling on Taehyung's lap and the boy can only think about how easy it would be to spread the other's lithe thighs open, bend him over and make him use his enticingly rough voice.

But Suga just snorts and throws a pitying look at Tae.

„Oh no sweety, what's cute is that you think you can impress anyone with you badboy act in here“ the dancer eyes him smirkingly and leans slowly forward. Pressing his surprisingly long and strong fingers into Taehyung's biceps Suga bites into the lope of his ear. The next time he speaks he can feel the other's breath ghosting over his ear and neck as a heavy throb forms in his lower regions. The tingling feeling going right from his sensitive neck to his dick.

 „But we both know that you're just another little boy from the streets, trying to play along with the big boys. It’s obvious that to them,“ he motions to the rest of the luxurious VIP area, mostly filled with rich and slimy old man ogling the dancers, probably paying the double of Taehyung's rent for just a quick fuck with one of them „people like you and me are not worth more than the short satisfaction we offer.“ He licks a long stripe up from Taehyung's collarbone right to the sensitive spot under his ear. He shudders, because of the action or the dancers words, he isn't sure.

 Taehyung huffs. He knows that he is of little worth, and the world makes sure that he never forgets where he belongs, into the dirty streets amidst all the other scoundrel. He should be angry at the dancer for making him feel even lesser than he is, he should show him who the big boy is here. But Taehyung decides to not let his pride get in the way of a possible hook up. A fucking hot hook up.

 “What gave me away?”

 Suga coos and throws his arms around Taehyung's neck, eyeing him like a cute and lost puppy.
“Oh you're just too sweet” his breath fans over Taehyung's face and he is suddenly overcome with the need to kiss the dancer right on his soft looking pouty lips.
“I mean what did not give you away? You know you can’t fool people in here with your fake watches and leather jackets. “
The dancer then proceeds to scoff at himself  
“ Especially me, trust me, as someone who has been dirty poor himself. I can recognize a fellow brother in poverty”

Taehyung squints. The guy just screams expensive. Not only the exclusive but admittedly little clothing and luxurious accessories, no, his whole manner makes you think the dancer just swims in attention and money.

“If you know I’ve got nothing to offer, what are you here for then, baby?” Taehyung tries to come back to the matter at hand.

 “Oh I don’t need more money, look at me, at this point I am only doing business for fun” and with those words he scoots closer to Taehyung, pressing his milky thighs right on Taehyung hardening groin.

 A pleasured hiss escapes his lips at the friction and he lifts his hands, which have been laying on his thighs up to this point and lets one of them hover over the dancers sinful thighs.

He questioningly lifts an brow at the other “ Is that okay..?”

Suga seems taken aback for a second “ Huh?”

 Taehyung motions with his eyes to his hand, still hovering over the dancers leg.
”I mean is touching okay with you?”

The dancers squints his eyes in confusion like he doesn’t understand the question but then opts for a disbelieving look.
“ Does it look like I am giving you any signs not to touch?” He motions at their whole situation, the smaller man literally draped over Taehyung lap.

 Taehyung manages a mocking laugh “Yeah, but you never know. I just know that there is nothing more fucking despicable than forcing yourself on somebody.” He grits his teeth to the memory of that sleeky guy from before groping him “ I have seen dancers being forced to hit on customers and I really don’t wanna fucking touch them if they don’t want me to. Hey I may be a dirty bastard but I have some pride” He grins teasingly at the other “ and even though I know there is probably nothing that you want more right know than my hands on your pretty little body, asking doesn’t hurt right?”

 The dancer huffs something that sounds like “as if” and slaps Taehyung's chest at the last comment, but it’s only halfheartedly and Taehyung can see something like approval when the smaller man fixes him with his feline eyes again.

 “Oh look at you, sweetie, seems like we’ve got a real gentlemen here” the other teases but before Taehyung can retort, the dancer shushes him “Which I appreciate really, you’re actually quite sweet when you don’t try to act like a hardass.” He rolls his eyes but then scoots even closer, pushing his own chest flush against Taehyung. Latter feels his head going dizzy at the close proximity and the enticing smell of the other. Like this the dancer's ass is almost rubbing over Taehyung's groin and he has to suppress a shuddering groan as the older wiggles around with a huge grin.

 In the back of Taehyung's mind he notes what a cute gummy smile the other adorns when he laughs fully, deciding to try and make the dancer laugh even more. That thought is interrupted by a sinful roll of Sugas hips and this time Taehyung can’t suppress the deep and raspy growl coming out of his mouth.

 “Judging by that outburst right know you seem to have had your fair share of touchy assholes, too, right?” Taehyung deeply inhales as the other's breath fans over his lips, his tongue darts over his own as his gaze flickers from Suga's cat like eyes to his pouty lips.

He mockingly lifts his right hand, showing off the little cuts and splotches of blood from the asshole who dared to come too close to him.

 “All the fucking time baby.” he smirks. With that he harshly reciprocates the teasing with a roll of his hips, enjoying the almost painfully pleasurable friction his dick gets in his thight trousers. Like this he can even feel the softness of the other's perky ass.

 Suga gasps and claws at Taehyung's neck, fixing him with a deadly glare, but then proceeds to inspect his fucked up hand, quirking an eyebrow at Taehyung disapprovingly.

 “Better be careful, badboy, you shouldn’t anger the wrong people in here, trust me.” And there is a weird sincerity to his voice that momentarily pulls Taehyung out of his hot haze as he stares at his own hand.

 Then he laughs bitterly, throwing his head back dismissively and sighs. “ You don’t have to worry, Hyung, your little dongsaeng already managed to piss off half the city. One more or less won’t make a difference”

 “ I wouldn’t be so sure about that, cutie. But we will see soon, won’t we” Taehyung looks up at the eerily promising tone but before he can opt to say something, the dancer grabs his extended hand and leads it directly to his own groin. Taehyung suppresses a gasp at the feeling of the other's half hard dick and then proceeds to smirkingly stroke the other's twitching member through his thin shorts which makes it almost feel like there is no fabric at all. At the expression of pure bliss on the dancers face and the sound of a tiny moan Taehyung gets bolder. Languidly he rolls his hips against the small mans ass choking on a groan as the other reciprocates by rhythmically pushing his ass on Taehyung's crotch while searching for friction.

 “Not so cute anymore, huh?” Taehyung breathes, accentuating his statement with a harsh thrust of his hips and a strong grip on the other's dick which makes the dancer go rigid and let out a obscene moan.

“Shut up” Suga pants, his fingernails digging into the heavy leather of Tae's jacket while he proceeds to chase after the friction he so urgently needs.

 Taehyung leans forward, determined to finally taste the dancer and feel his pouty lips on his, but in that exact moment Suga releases him and stands up like nothing had happened. The proud and obscene bulge on the front of his shorts don’t seem to bother him at all as he stands nonchalantly in front of Taehyung.

Before the latter can say something Suga catches his wrist and pulls him up with surprising strength.

He just mumbles a short “Private room. Now.” as he already leads Taehyung through the intoxicated crowd.

He opts for a smug grin as he feels the jealous gazes of some old bastards eyeing the dancer and the respective bulge each of them are already sporting.

 Shortly after he is lead into a seemingly soundproof room in the back of the club which eerily looks like the office of a librarian, hundreds of books amidst lot of wood. And when he says a lot, he means a lot, in the sense of wooden benches, chairs and huge shelves everywhere. In the middle of the room stands a huge oak desk, clean and looking like it costs more than Taehyung's life. The whole room has a plain class to it that makes Taehyung suspect that the whole shit is probably even more expensive than he suspects.

 But that is non of his concern as Suga closes the door behind them with a click and Taehyung turns around to slam the smaller against the (who would have guessed) wooden door with a low thud.

Before the dancer can catch his breath Taehyung has already captured his soft lips in a bruising kiss, making them both moan out loud. The older gasps as he tries to regain his bearings but Taehyung smirks against the other's lips and uses that opportunity to lick into the small mans mouth.

 Sweet.

 The first thing Taehyung notices is the appealingly sweet taste of the dancers tongue and the sweet little noises that come out him as Taehyung wraps his arms around those sinful thighs, spreads the dancer open against the door and presses impossible closer.

 “Fuck” he pants mouthing over Suga's soft jaw while pressing hungry kisses on his skin “ That name really suits you”

He grabs the dancers narrow hips, Taehyung's big hands almost covering them entirely and starts rocking their hips together, searching for that sweet friction. For a short moment he closes his eyes, throws his head back and relishes in the warm body beneath him. Then Suga suddenly grabs his head and forces his lips on his again, aggressively pushing his tongue against Taehyung's soft lips.

 Surprised Tae opens up and is immediately delved into pure bliss as the other makes use of his flexible tongue, licking into Taehyung's mouth, hitting all the sensitive spot, making him moan unabashedly. They stay like this for some time, lazily rocking their hips together, making each other moan with their tongues.

 “Yeah right” Suga pants after separating and immediately diving back in “ I don’t even know your name sweetie, or should I just call you ‘cute dongsaeng’ from now on”

 Said cute dongsaeng just huffs a laugh and starts notching up the pace of their hips, feeling the familiar heat boiling in his lower guts.
“ Taehyung” he smirks, not thinking about how giving your name to a worker on enemy territory is a dumb idea. He will soon find out anyway.

 “Pleasure to meet you, Taehyung then” Suga quirks an eyebrow at him, while moaning at their fastened pace and motions for Taehyung to let him down. Grumbling Taehyung does so , allowing the other to lead him towards the big oak table and to push him down on the boisterous chair in front of it.

 “You want me to fuck you on the table?” Taehyung ask sheepishly already imagining the sweet noises he could get out of the small man while bending him over the expensive furniture.

 “No” said man answers courtly. But before he can be disappointed Suga adds “Wanna ride you.”
Oh Fuck yes. Today seems to be his lucky day.
“Just sit down, and enjoy”

 And Taehyung does as he is told while watching Suga confidently striding towards him, playing with the hem of his shorts making Taehyung gulp, imagining how the dancer's soft skin felt under his rough fingertips just now.

 For the second time in that night the small man sits himself on Taehyung's lap, this time straddling him, letting his hands wander over Taehyung's broad chest. Slowly he rids Taehyung of his leather jacket, throwing it lazily on the floor. Under normal circumstances Taehyung would have killed for that, but a man has to do what he has to do in order to get laid.

He can see Suga's pupils growing wide as he ogles and gropes Taehyung's strong biceps, and before Taehyung can say anything the smaller man licks a long stripe from his collarbone up to his ear.

 The younger groans loudly, fortunately the office-like room really seems to be soundproof, so the only thing he can hear is their heavy breathing and occasional moaning. He doesn’t even want to know why a dancer seems to have the keys for a official looking room like this and why they are not using one of the regular private rooms. As long as his dick gets touched quickly he seriously doesn’t care.

“God, baby, you’re gonna kill me like this”

 At that Suga chuckles why mouthing at his neck “ Ah if only you knew” before Taehyung can even question that in his haze, the dancer takes hold of his wrist and leads one of his hands to brace it against on of the wooden legs of the massive table.

“Hold them there” Suga mumbles while leaning over Tae's shoulder, fumbling in one of the drawers of the table, probably for condoms and lube. Taehyung chuckles, he shouldn’t be surprised. Trust a place like this to have those even in such a classy office.

 While the other fumbles behind him Taehyung considers to ignore Suga's order and let his hand roam over the dancers appealing , milky body. He grumbles, he doesn’t like to be so passive, he wants to touch. Being told off like that reminds him way to much of things he has tried to forget for a long time.

 “Ah, here it is” Suga whispers into his ear after leaning back a little bit and Taehyung's body goes rigid in anticipation. He can’t really see what the dancer is doing with his hands but he hears him cursing at something in Daegu dialect which makes Taehyung bark out a heavy belly laugh.

 “You need help over there baby?” He teases and gets a shove with Suga's elbow as an answer.“Hey baby, I’m gonna take my hands off now okay? Wanna touch you, have been waiting for that since I have seen you”

 But before he can lift his hands from the desk, he hears a metallic click and shortly after Suga leans back and watches him with a pitiful gaze.

“Sorry boy, can’t let you do that” With a woeful sigh he lifts himself from his straddling position on the chair and takes a few steps back. There is nothing left from the seducing glint of his eyes or the cute pout of his lips, just furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. “You know, you’re actually a decent guy if you don’t try to act up like a brat. It’s a pity, but there is nothing I can do for you.” He lets out another disappointed sigh.

 Only now Taehyung is able to free himself from his stupor, trying to stand up, but being thrown back by a pressure on his wrist. Turning his head, he is greeted by metallic cuffs keeping him closely to the leg of the huge wooden table. Dumbfounded he tugs at the restraints, realizing those are the real deal. Countless visits at the police station confirm that.

 “Baby what…?” there seems to be something he isn’t getting but with his dick worked up like that his brain doesn’t catch up to the severity of the situation.
 “Hey baby, come on” in his haze he slowly feels the panic creeping up his throat instead of suppressing it like he normally does “ I really don’t dig cuffs, okay?” He hates how he can hear the uneasiness in his own voice. He hates weakness. Being vulnerable. “ So come here and uncuff me okay, baby?”

 His last piece of hope is shredded when he sees the dancer turn around with a heavy sigh, not looking into his eyes as he walk towards a second door in the back of the room.

 “ I am really sorry boy, I am sure you don’t deserve that shit. But that’s just how this game goes, I told you, you gotta be careful.” He throws a last dismissive gaze at Taehyung “ I just wish you wouldn’t have been so stupid to breach into Ssang Yong Pa’s territory, like that you are literally begging to be roughed up.”
With that he he knocks at the door two times, then opting to stand there and eyeing Taehyung judgingly. “ Oh and for you it’s still Hyung.” he huffs while watching Taehyung still stuck in his stupor.

“But not that it would matter anymore, right?”

 At the same time Taehyung's brain registers the words 'enemy territory 'and 'Ssang Yong Pa' the door is ripped almost out of it’s hinges as several figures threateningly step into the room.

 He is fucked, isn’t he?

Fuck.

In his short and admittedly miserable life Taehyung has been fucked over many times, figuratively and literally. He has been stuck in police stations after being snitched on by his so called friends, social workers and foster families abused and exploited him as much as they could and he knows that he is stuck with his own pathetic gang he never wanted to be part of in the first place until his sad life will inevitably end. Now probably sooner than later.But this seems like it could be the last of many fuck ups he created since he came to Seoul

 He doesn’t even want to think back to the nightmare his life had been back in Daegu.

 But his attention is brought back onto the threat in front of him when suddenly a black haired guy, maybe a bit younger than Taehyung, strides determinedly into the room. Attached to his belt, is a gun. A real fucking gun . The sight of black sleek metal immediately makes his old friend, paralyzing panic, reappear. Cold drops of sweat collect at the back of his neck and he can feel how his hands start shaking, thinking back to his last life threatening encounter with a gun.

 Following the young guy are three more gorilla-like guards, each of them armed and with a dead and bored look in their eyes. Silently they take stand in different corners of the room, their silence and complete disregard creeping Taehyung out.

 Man up, Taehyung. Don’t be a fucking pussy. The voice in his head, which has always made sure that he didn’t succumb to the cruelties of his life rips him out of his panic induced stupor.

 He feels the bitter taste of anger on his tongue. Anger directed towards the dancer for leading him into a trap, but first and foremost towards himself for losing his cool there for a second. He swore himself he would never cower in fear beneath an other man, ever again.

 He tries to square his shoulders, trying to look threatening while scurrying with his free hand behind his back in order to free himself from the cuffs. He generally knows how to get out of these, thank god, those police station visits proofed useful at last. But this time they seems to be extra enforced and he doesn’t exactly have the chance to get hold of something that will help break the lock.

 “You little fucker” He spits at the dancer while still fiddling with the cuffs, trying to get behind the trick of how to get him out of this mess.
”Just you wait until I’m” he violently trashes, rattling the cuffs “Out. Of. These. Fucking” he accentuates each word with a sharp pull on his arm, which probably hurts him more than it helps “Cuffs” he nearly growls the last word in frustration. Knowing that he probably won’t get out of this one. Honestly he wouldn’t really care, that this shitshow he calls his life would finally be over.

 But in the back of his mind he hears Taemi's innocent laugh. He is still needed, he can’t just leave her to herself. They have no one except themselves. He has no one except himself. Probably never had since she died…

 They need to stick together, he needs to be strong. He can’t afford to be weak, never could.

 “Fuck!” He finally gives up his ministrations, for now, instead opting for staring the small mint haired man down with as much hatred as he can manage.

“ I swear to god I will fucking gut you, if you don’t move your little whore ass over here and get me out. Now!” he knows his hateful words probably won’t do much but by now the fog of his rage has settled over his brain and makes him unsuceptible to reason. He just knows he has to get out of this shit. For her.

 “If I were you ” The young admittedly very handsome guy with the sleek gun and huge brown doe eyes, which could have been cute if he didn’t have that murderous look on his face, returns heatedly at Taehyung's words “ I would shut up now before I make use of that pretty little thing here in my hand” he threateningly lifts a brow as he takes the gun in his hands, playing cockily with the safety pin.
“But I really wouldn’t wanna waste my bullets on a dirty drug dealer.” He scoffs, judgingly eyeing Taehyung's disheveled form up and down.
“Pathetic” he nearly spits at Tae.

 Taehyung growls at the dismissive words, again pulling violently at his restraints while his anger seems to overtake his whole being. He isn’t conscious about what he does or how low he has to fall in order to survive but at least he isn’t an obnoxious cocky little asshole who threatens a guy with a gun while said guy is cuffed to a fucking office desk.

 “You’re next, bastard.” He mocks, willing down his fear at the oh so familiar sight of a gun, masking it with his burning rage “Let the big boys deal with the threats. You can come back when you have found your balls and don’t hide behind that pathetic little excuse for a gun. “ He cackles not minding that he is probably gonna die any minute.
“Pathetic. Standing there like the next Godfather, threatening me while I am stuck on this fucking chair!” The guy jolts as Taehyung suddenly stands up, kicking back the wooden furniture with a loud crash. He gets even more annoyed at the fact that he can’t stand up to his full height while being attached to the desk leg. He probably got a few centimeters in height on that little twit.
”Hah knew it. Yeah just do it. Shoot the cuffed guy, real fucking heroic. Even that sly bitch over there got more guts than you. “ He spits on the floor, despised.

 “What did you say, you son of a..” When the other's face had been scornfully arrogant it now distorts sourly and Taehyung is sure he would have pounded on Taehyung right in that instance weren’t it for the lithe dancer holding the brute back.

 “Calm down, Rambo” he chuckles. When the younger doesn’t make any indication of backing up the mint haired man steps between him and Tae with a scolding look on his pretty face.

 “Gguk” he waves a hand in front of the other's face to get his attention away from Tae, who stares back in equally furious anger.

 “But Hyung~” the guy nearly whines, his eyes growing wide and pleading innocently. Like this he looks almost cute, more like the young boy he probably is.”Did you what he called yo..”

 “I don’t fucking care, Kookie” The guy interrupts reprimandingly.

 “Bu..”

 “No Buts. You don’t gotta play the big guy here, Kookie.” Suga sighs wistfully, calmingly grasping ‘Kookie’s’ Shoulders. “Look at him”

 They both turn to look at him. Taehyung straightens his spine trying to stand as tall and threatening as possible. Suga eyes him with a look of pity, the brute on the other hand with one of hate.

 “Look. Can’t you see that he is just scared?” Both Taehyung and ‘Kookie’ turn to the dancer in confusion.

 Scared? Taehyung shoots the dancer a murderous look. He is pretty sure he masked any indication of fear with his explosive temper.

 “Just like you back then Gguk” the mint haired man flicks the other on the head, exasperatedly shaking his head and sighing loudly. “People act like dicks when they are scared. That’s what they do. Don’t be a dick Gguk, hm? You gotta keep your cool, how often do we have to tell you that”

 ‘Gguk’ seems like he wants to retort something at that but he throws a questioning look at Tae, seemingly contemplating his roughed up and agitated appearance. Then after a few seconds his shoulders relax while he takes a step backwards and nods.

 “Sorry Hyung, you are right, he isn’t worth it.” he says yieldingly, but there is still a certain ring to his tone which implies those words took great effort from his side. Taehyung grits his teeth.
Cheeky little fucker.

 But Suga seems pleased nonetheless, affectionately rubbing that obnoxious guy’s dark hair. Real soft looking hair, but the hair of an asshole nevertheless.

“That’s it, let your Hyungs deal with the dirty work” At this the younger muffles an annoyed groan. The mint haired dancer coos, like a mother over her baby. Taehyung gags obnoxiously loud.

 “Yeah, just hide behind you whore of a mother ‘Kookie’” he mocks laughing at the display of affection. He would never acknowledge the pang of jealousy he felt in his chest at the caring gesture.

 Their world doesn’t forgive weaknesses like genuine care for each other. It will happily take everything meaningful to you and crush it under it’s burning sole. In Taehyung's world is no place for security, love and care. He never had the luck to experience those. He can’t wrap his head around why other's should deserve what he craved all his life for.

 But that's probably what he deserves, right? After all the lives he has destroyed it's astonishing that Satan hasn’t dragged him to hell personally, yet. All the stupid kids he got hooked up on those shitty drugs, Taemi’s life, her life, even his…

 “And once I’m finished with that little slut over there I am gonna bend you over and shove that little toy you call gun so far up your-”

 “His what?”
A deep and smooth voice interrupts Taehyung's angry fit. Suddenly the atmosphere in the room changes drastically. The three guards that had been watching their quarrel up until now with disinterest and blank faces stiffen up, steel their gazes and nod their heads respectfully at the new presence in the room.

 Even the fucking gun-lover straightens up and replaces his gaze that had softened up somehow at the cooing of his ‘Hyung’ with a look of determination.

 Taehyung whips around greeted by the new addition to their happy little party at the same time the guards and the little brat bark “Sir!” showing their respect towards the tall man, clad in a impeccable classy but still casual gray suit. His hair is of a silvery blonde, complementing his natural tan skin. The older is tall, even taller than Taehyung, and his broad shoulders make him seem even bigger. His whole appearance radiating nonchalance but above all, dominance. Unquestionable and impregnable dominance, as he lets his gaze wander over his own people, not even sparing Taehyung a glance.

 “Oh no, don’t let yourself get bothered by me. You wanted to say..?”

Even though the man is still not looking at Tae as he takes measured and confident steps towards the pretty mint haired dancer, it is obvious that he is talking to him. His tone perfectly calm and polite.

 Taehyung gulps. And remains silent.

 Something about that guy gives him the eerie feeling that he’d rather keep his mouth shut if he wants to hold on to his life any longer. The calm and warm aura that radiates from the older seems to only mask something dangerous simmering under the surface, something threatening, something predatory..

 “Nothing?Ah, that won’t do Taehyung.” The man, probably around thirty, reprimands with a disappointed sigh. Taehyung freezes as the older addresses him directly. For the first since so long he is at loss of words.

“I am interested, really. “ his tone is nonchalant, almost disinterested, as if he was talking about the weather-cast for tomorrow. Taehyung's heart beats uncontrollably against his own chest and his breath quickens as he tries to not shy away from the question, to find his voice again.

 The man comes to a halt, slowly stepping next to Suga who seems to be the only one not faced by the appearance of their superior or whatever. Finally he fixes Taehyung with his eyes.

Latter's heart almost leaps out of his own chest at the sight of impossibly dark orbs, impenetrable like steel and seemingly stripping him of any pretenses and walls he has manged to hold up until now.

 He feels small. Small and weak under those piercing eyes that seem to dig deep into him, carving out his very core until he only feels hollowness and the need to hide his ugly self from this cold an judging gaze.
 He doesn’t like that feeling. Reminds him way too much of home.

 Nevertheless, he is used to this, he knows this feeling that is slowly creeping up his spine and into his guts, his heart. Seeping through every crack of his broken self until it’s just him and that paralyzing terror, fighting over control of his body.
But he is used to this. He knows how to deal with this.

Come on Taehyung, that is nothing new. Get a grip. The voice chastises him, even though more subdued than before.

 So he tries to keep eye contact, to stand straight and not cower away from the crushing presence of the man standing on the other side of the room.

 “What do you intend to do to my personnel? And in my facility at that, I’d really like to know Taehyung, hm?” Calmly the apparent owner of Mono and thus of half fucking Seoul takes a few steps forward, sporting a polite smile, which makes Taehyung shiver.
He spots a dimple on his captors otherwise smooth cheek. A friggin' dimple.The epitome of innocent cuteness. The older's dark-blonde hair has an almost silver glint to it and sits perfectly and smooth, accentuating the other's impressive but strangely welcoming appearance totally contrasting the threatening vibe he emits.

 Normally Taehyung can immediately sense the intentions and thoughts behind a person's behaviour, except he is ‘distracted’ like he was with the dancer who lured him into here. But the man in front of him upholds a perfect front of polite , nice guy.
Still, the murderous tension in the room is undeniable.

 Taehyung is reckless, short-tempered and sometimes just an idiot. But he is not suicidal.

At least not like that.

 That’s why he opts for just keeping his mouth shut. He doesn’t think he would have been able to form coherent sentences anyway. The way the other is still boring holes into his facade with just his gaze making his muscles lock up in apprehension and fear.

 “No? Nothing?” The other asks, his voice containing something like mockery for the first time. He cocks one of his strong brows at him like you would when scolding a kid and Taehyung just can’t take the tension anymore. Gritting his teeth he looks down on his feet, clenching his fists in frustration.

“Good. I didn’t think so” his voice is cold, cutting through Taehyung like a knife. He turns around seemingly finished with Taehyung for the moment. The latter releases a shaking breath, all the tension seemingly being sucked right out of his body, leaving him breathless and shaky.

 “Sit him down” the man says, his tone light and friendly again as he addresses the guards and nods towards Taehyung.

 In a matter of seconds they have Taehyung in a crushing hold, sitting him down again on the chair he had previously knocked over. Through all of this Taehyung's admittedly still shaky and weak struggles seem to do nothing but make them crush his arms and neck they are holding even tighter. He chokes and releases a muffled groan, but in the end he gives that fight up and sits on the chair.

 Like a fucking puppy, obedient and pliant. Waiting for his owner. The voice spits, making him feel even more miserable.

 “Yoongi, thank you for dealing with our guest that quickly. Even on your free evening.” The man addresses the small dancer apologetically. The terrifying aura almost gone, he actually seems like a perfectly friendly and accommodating guy. A handsome one.

 So Yoongi is the dancers real name. Definitely fits better than’ Suga’, ‘Sugar’? Whatever.

 “Oh spare me with that shit Joon” Yoongi waves his hand dismissively “If you were really sorry you would help me getting Hobi out of his work haze so that I can actually enjoy my free time, like I asked you to last week.” he clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed but Taehyung can see the glint in his eyes showing that he isn’t really serious. “But his replacement wasn’t as bad as I anticipated” He slyly smirks in Taehyung's direction. “Sometimes I miss the old times.” He sighs wistfully.
“It was fun seeing that I am still unbeatable in luring people in, right sweetheart?” He smugly winks at Taehyung who opts to just ignore it, still shaken by the presence of this Namjoon guy.

 The latter ignores that last statement as well and instead smiles at the vastly smaller man.
“Didn’t doubt you for a second Hyung. But I gave up on the Hoseok front, he won’t stop until he has completely crushed Hyungwon and his gang. Which-” he slowly turns around again to catch Taehyung with his cold gaze. The nice and understanding man from seconds ago completely vanished and only a calculating and dangerous predator remaining. “-Brings us to the matter at hand” his already deep voice dropping even lower, getting a raspy tilt to it.

 Taehyung seizes up again, but this time he is more prepared for the onslaught of fear gnawing on his nerves, managing to stay relatively composed.

”You finished?” he mocks, hating how his voice seems a little shakier than normally “I’ve still got places to be” To accentuate his annoyance he tugs exasperatedly on his restraints.

 But the man, Namjoon, just turns away towards the younger, buff guy.

”You good, Gguk?”

 Kookie ( like Taehyung has decided to call him mockingly in his head for the lack of a real name) looks surprised at being addressed for a second. Then he scrambles to straighten up. However, the whole image is kind of defeated as he blushes, his cheeks dusted in a cute pink at the same time.

 “Yes Sir!” he manages zealously and both Yoongi and Namjoon let out an affectionate laugh.

Yoongi reaches forward to ruffle ‘Kookie's’ hair again, a small smile playing on his lips.

”God, Jungkook, don’t be so overeager for fuck sake” he laughs again, showing of his gums.
”Just call him Hyung”

 Jungkook just nods, now even more conscious and a shade pinker than before.

 Namjoon sighs but still smiles and Taehyung is mesmerized at how gentle and caring his dimpled smile can look on that otherwise terrifying man.

“ It has been two years Yoongi. Two years” he shares a look with the mint haired man
”Two years of him not calling me Hyung in front of other's, at this point I am at loss. What are we gonna do with you Gguk, hm?”

 Jungkook blushes even more, embarrassed, stuttering something incomprehensible before shutting himself up and looking stoically on the floor. His ‘Hyungs’ share another laugh, the mood in the room light and airy, as if Taehyung wasn’t even there.

Taehyung doesn’t understand. Aren’t they supposed to have ties to Ssang Yong Pa, the gang who rules not only over Seoul but the entire fucking country. Supplying criminals with drugs, whores and guns, wreaking havoc and causing fear wherever they go. Why the fuck to these men act like a sickly loving and bickering family, what the fuck is he missing out on?

 But in the next moment the laughter subsides and Namjoon's attention is on Taehyung again and suddenly he seems so much more like someone affiliated with a gang.

 “So where were we?” He threateningly steps closer to Taehyung, who scoots back on his chair. At that Namjoon's lips spread into a predatory grin, obviously enjoying Taehyung's struggle. The younger tries to mask his momentary leap of fear by squaring his shoulders, sighing obnoxiously loud trough his nose, as if being here was wasting his time and defiantly staring back at the club owner.

 “Ah Hyungwon’s little dog, right? I am going to try making it short since you had to strut into my club, Ssang Yong Pa’s club, shortly before Chuseok and I am already buried with work. So here are two simple questions for you, answer them and we won’t have any problems. Can you follow me?"
He condescendingly stares at Taehyung for the first time taking in his run down appearance, sighing.

Before Taehyung can make a snarky remark the man continues talking.
”Good. So, first question: What the hell is Hyungwon thinking sending his little runner in my club, knowing very well that I will personally gut anyone messing with Mono?
Second question: What would you prefer. If I left you to Ohsong for messing with his face back there in the club-” His grin twisting into something sadistic.
“He would surely like getting his revenge on a stubborn pretty thing like you.” he contemplates
“-or I let you go so you can enjoy your last day on earth before I let seep through that you ratted your gang out to Ssang Yong Pa. In the end I’ll let Hyungwon do the dirty work for me? Hm, your choice, Taehyung”

 It’s not the words which make Taehyung shake in his seat, his heart and throat in an iron grip, well at least not just the words. It’s the eerie nonchalant tone and the feeling of anticipation in Namjoon's voice that make his body want to shy away from the approaching figure, make him want to cower.

 But he is fucking Kim Taehyung and Kim Taehyung promised himself at the age of sixteen in a dark and painful night that he would never cower in fear, would never be beneath another man ever again.
Even when he changed himself into someone that he doesn’t even recognize anymore, so full of anger and hatred. But he doesn’t see any other way of living in this fucked up world.

 The thought of his promise is the only thing that allows him to keep his head straight, trying to meet the mans gaze head on which seems like an impossible task the closer the club owner comes.

 “Well Taehyung, how about you tell me what you know about Hyungwon’s little plan and if I am satisfied by your answers I let you choose how to end things with you, understood?”

 He is standing right in front of Taehyung whose breathing has gone shallow by now. His eyes are on the same level as Namjoon's stomach and that’s also where he chooses to stare at as soon as he can't bear the other's gaze anymore.
 “Look at me Taehyung” Taehyung rips his gaze from the buttons of the older's white satin shirt.
“I asked you a question”

 Taehyung gulps when they make eye contact, suddenly his throat feels impossibly dry and he clenches his fists trying to regain his composure.

“Look at me Tae-ah” He jolts when a different voice, not the one that normally spurs him on, suddenly invades his mind. It has been years but this voice still sends shivers down his back.

"I’m talking to you kid”

A punch to the head.

Have you gone deaf?” Another punch “Fucking wimp”

Screaming.

Later he realizes that the screams are coming out of his own mouth.

"Fine. You’ve brought this onto yourself. Remember that”

More Screaming. Pain. And then-

-a gunshot

When he blinks again, the weird mixture of memories and evil spirits completely vanished, he is greeted by the barrel of a gun directly pointing at his forehead.He seems to have blacked out for a second because he has no clue where the weapon came from and no memory of Namjoon aiming it towards him.

 “We can make this easy for you Taehyung or I can make it painful. You really don’t want to get a taste of the second option. So how about you just tell me what I want to know” Namjoon furrows his dark and strong brows as he glances down at Taehyung, a strange sense of excitement emitting from his form.

 And suddenly Taehyung is overcome by the overwhelming urge to laugh. Don’t get him wrong, the whole situation hasn’t lost it’s terrifying nature but he just needs to laugh. Get that tension out of him. Laugh at the sad joke that is his life. Laugh at the fact that he is probably going crazy. Laugh at the pitiful way his life is going to end, in the back of a fucking club.

 And laugh he does. Directly into the older's face, whose features contort in confusion, but only for a second until he has slipped his calculating mask back on. What begins as a light chuckle quickly culminates into full on wheezing interrupted by the one or other giggle. The gun still directly in front of head.

“How about-” another giggle “you just shove that fucking thing back up your ass, free me of those fucking cuffs and” the laughing having dispersed some of the tension in his body and mind now leaves room for the well known rage seeping through his paralyzing fear.
 “ -and face me like a real fucking man.” By now his old friend, blind anger, is fogging up his head again, making him temporarily immune to reason. Or phrased differently, turning him into a fucking idiot. Ignoring the acute threat of a gun being held against his head.

But that’s better. Rage is better than fear. He still has no control over himself or the situation but at least he can concentrate on being as much of a pain in the ass as possible.

 “Yeah, standing there high and mighty with a weapon while I sit here, chained up, like a fucking dog” He scoffs “but that’s all you are. A sissy Chaebol who can't bear to get his hands dirty, probably stole half of your possessions and got the other half from your dear Daddy right-”

Slap.

He should have seen it coming. While he was ranting Namjoon features had slowly distorted in annoyance. What ticked Taehyung off the most though was that expect from the slap he had barely gotten any emotional response from the club owner. He didn’t seem angry or annoyed at Taehyung's words, it was more like he just didn’t want to waste his time further.

Like a scolded child, Taehyung's cheek is red from the back of a hand and tears of pain in his eyes. He angrily grits his teeth, apparently he wasn’t even worth a real punch by the older.

“Tae-ah, just shut the fuck up!” A slap “Stop crying. Take it like a man.”

“Taehyung” a disappointed sigh pulls him out of his memories “Don’t waste our time.”

Suddenly there is a hand in his hair, painfully pulling on his scalp, His head that had been averted from the slap is now pulled up again and Taehyung can’t suppress the pained groan that escapes his lips. His throat is bared as he looks up at his offender, gasping and shivering.

“Taehyung” the man says again, this time a soft whisper, that almost seems too intimate for the situation
His eyes are still dark and seem to pull Taehyung in as the other man's gaze wanders over his panting form, a strange glint in his eyes. It gives a new colour to Taehyung's fear. Panic is slowly closing up his throat at being so vulnerable, presented to the taller man, who towers over Taehyung.

Through all his fear the latter still notices the entrancing beauty that surrounds the older.
His sleek and enticing eyes, his full lips and smooth skin making him almost glow in the light that envelops the room.

Namjoon's hand is strong and rough in Taehyung's hair, probably even larger than Taehyung's. For a second the younger contemplates fighting, trying too get that gun with his free hand. But he takes a fleeting look on the other's bulging thighs and arms, knowing that the older could probably snap him in half if he wanted to.

Taehyung weirdly didn’t seem to care about that when it came to confronting the guard in front of the entrance to Mono, but there is this crushing feeling that radiates from Namjoon's actions which makes Taehyung think twice about trying to fight.
Bloodlust, is the only thing coming into Taehyung's mind as he tries to describe the gaze he his receiving, Namjoon's eyes like that of a panther a second before jumping his prey.

“Last chance.” Namjoon tightens his grip on Taehyung's hair and slowly lifts the gun to he younger's lips, applying minimal, almost sensual pressure with the end of the barrel. Contrasting his violent actions his voice is still low and soft. Hypnotizing. Making Taehyung's head go dizzy and the hair on his neck stand up straight. The metal of the gun is cold and soothing on his hot and dry lips.

“You know” Namjoon chuckles slightly, his voice raspy and low. Taehyung is probably the only one close enough to hear what he is saying. The older's eyes are fixed on his lips, almost marveling at the contrast of plush lips against deadly steel. The pressure on Taehyung's lips increases steadily and when Namjoon finally licks his lips in anticipation, the imagery of the position they are in slowly dawns on Taehyung. He gulps.

Fuck.

“You are very pretty Taehyung.” An eerie smile plays on the older's lips “ I wonder what Hyungwon is going to do to you once he finds out you are a filthy little snitch, mh?” He accentuates each word by increasing the pressure of the gun on his mouth. By now it’s almost painful and when Taehyung tries to shy away, Namjoon's other hand slides down to the back of his head, holding it in place.
“I would love to see that, you on your knees. You naughty little mouth full of cock” He mockingly lifts a brow at the gun, his pupils dilated “or steel.” he chuckles again “Depends”

 By now the tension is even stronger than before and Taehyung doesn’t think he can bear it any longer. The carefully crafted mask of polite smiles and friendliness slowly slips from the older man and Taehyung sees the sadistic monster eyeing him like his next meal.

“Don’t get me wrong. I could easily just dispose of you myself or let you walk the street for us.”
He sighs “But we don’t do things the way your gang handles things. At least not in this club.” Suddenly his grip on Taehyung's hair loosens a bit and allows Taehyung to ease the pressure on his lips a little by pulling back.He breathes, for the first time since the gun touched his mouth.
”And it would be beautifully ironic if your own gang were to rip you apart, without me even having to lift a finger, wouldn’t it?” The laugh that follows is friendly, would even be nice to look at if the situation wasn’t giving Tae the urge to puke.

 And the little breather he gets gives him time to think about the scenario Namjoon is implying and when he completely wraps his head around the seriousness of the situation he draws in a shaky breath.

Taemi.

Fuck. His gang knows about Taemi. He didn’t want them to find out, but Kyongsoo is not stupid. He knows how to keep his people loyal, find their weaknesses and exploit them. His name, the 'bloodhound', stems from the fact that he is a sadistic asshole who does the dirty work for Hyungwon.
If they think he ratted them out, it’s not only him, but also Taemi who is gonna be in danger.

Shit. He can’t let that happen.

He sighs. Let’s his shoulders drop in submission and closes his eyes. Fuck. Gritting his teeth he tries to convince himself that he isn’t giving in but just doing everything to protect his little sister. Give her the safe and happy life he never had.

“Shit” he curses "Fucking shit!“ angrily he tugs at the cuffs again, hissing at the pain of scraping his skin off . "The fuck do I know.” Namjoon fixes him with a pointed look, clearly waiting for him to go on.

“Like your little 'Kookie' over there already stated, I am just a filthy street runner. I’ve got no fucking clue what Hyungwon’s plan is and honestly I don’t give a fuck. Haven’t even seen the guy yet." Taehyung huffs out an annoyed breath "I am just trying to make money here man.”

Namjoon eyes him, calculating as if to believe him or not. Then he grabs Taehyung's hair even tighter, painfully pulling his head back until he is writhing and grunting due to the strain on his neck.

“Is that all?”

“All?” He huffs a laugh which halfway turns into a groan as Namjoon warningly pulls on his hair.
“What else do you wanna fucking know, big man? I’ve only heard that the leader wants to expand, but that’s a rumor even you should have heard of. I try to know as little as possible, exactly to avoid shit like this.”

He weakly motions at the whole situation, tugging on the cuffs, his wrist slowly turning red and tender from the whole abuse.

“That still does not explain why you would come here. Seems odd Taehyung, don’t you think?”
Namjoon taps the barrel of his gun against his own temple as if rapt in though, but his eyes tell Taehyung that he is being made fun of.
”Why would they send you to the most heavily guarded club in Ssang Yong Pas territory if it could have been practically any other. Tell me Taehyung. What am I missing here, mh?” Namjoon's condescending tone implies that he doesn’t believe Taehyung's story.

Taehyung feels annoyance flare up at this though. Now he does already swallow his pride and tells the fucking truth for once, and this fucker doesn’t believe him.
“I don’t fucking know” He spits “Because they are idiots?” He huffs a dismissive laugh. “Ask Kyongsoo, that freaking lunatic”

When he expected maybe another punch or a threat by Namjoon, he wasn’t prepared for the jolt that goes through the room at his words.

“Kyongsoo” Yoongi spits angrily “I knew it. That little fucker can’t just let the past be the past.”
He scratches his mint head, deep in thought “ You think he is out to challenge us already?” and with an clueless sigh he adds “Isn't this too early? I didn't think they would set their expansion plan in motion so soon. Trying to piss us of by sending one of his lackeys to Mono?”

Namjoon briefly glances back to his friend, his grip steady in Taehyung's hair.
“Probably. Maybe we can finish him off this time, he is slowly getting into the way of Ssang Yong Pa.” The taller contemplates.

“Slowly?!” the dancer laughs unbelievingly “I’ve wanted to kill that maggot since we first met.”
Then he looks at Tae with a disbelieving look.
“Why the fuck are you working for that stupid Neanderthal again?”

Tae wants to tell the other to fuck off but when Namjoon lifts the gun to his head again as if he had only now realized that Taehyung was still there, he reconsiders his words.
“ ’Fellow brother's ’ like us-" he mimics Suga's earlier words "- don’t really got a choice in who they work for, right?” the words come out less mocking than he wanted, a bit of his own bitterness seeping trough them.

Both Yoongi and Namjoon stare at him for a second, seemingly trying to get behind Taehyung's words.

“So” Namjoon steps closer to him. By now Taehyung can smell the rough and earthy scent coming from the older, he convinces himself that he hates it. That he doesn't feel a weird pull towards the enticing smell..
“ Choi Kyongsoo sent you here to spy Mono out, get some information about the location, is that it?”

At that Taehyung recoils, or he would have it he wouldn’t have been in the crushing grip of the taller and broader man.

”No! What the fuck, man” Taehyung yells, sounding a little desperate even in his own ears. “ I fucking told you idiots I am just a damn runner. I get the stuff from Kyongsoo and sell it out there, that’s it. That’s all I do”

“And try to fuck dancers apparently” Jungkook, that little shit, grumbles mockingly. He obviously doesn’t believe Taehyung.

Latter doesn’t know why but something about that dimwit ticks him off, makes him want to get out of his restraints, walk over and punch that bastard right on his foul mouth.

”What, have we grown balls now, pussyboy?” Taehyung mocks, disregarding of the consequences.

He also doesn’t let the way Namjoon tenses and warningly tugs at his hair stop him from showing that little fuck where he belongs.

“The promise from what I am gonna do with that gun of yours still stands. I bet you’d like that, little sissy, wouldn’t you” now even Yoongi furrows his brows, both of the elders seemingly protective of their little ‘Kookie’. Somehow that only spurs Taehyung on.

“Bet you would even get off of it, little painslut." Taehyung spits "Yeah, that’s what you look like, ‘Kookie’” he mimics mockingly.

”Don’t-” Namjoon starts warningly pulling Taehyung's head even further back, holding the gun against his temple. But once he has talked himself into a fury there is no coming back. He doesn’t even know what kind of absurd insults he is spitting out. Probably just things that have been thrown at him in the past as well. He knows it is stupid to attack the baby of the group, knows he will regret it. But right now the only thing he wants is to wipe that arrogant expression from that little fuckers face.

“Yeah that’s right. Should I make them watch? Your precious ‘Hyungs’ right?” At that Jungkook's eyes widen and a blush slowly creeps up his face.
“Knew it." Taehyung taunts sadistically " Probably getting your panties all nice and wet at the thought of Hyungies seeing you like that. Little slut, huh? Still blushing like a fucking virgin.” At that Jungkook takes a shocked breath.
“Pathetic” Taehyung mocks, using the younger's earlier words against him. It feels good to finally have some sense of control back, even if it only stems from embarrassing that poor guy.
”Probably never had a cock shoved right into-”

“Out”

Namjoon’s voice is silent, as if talking to himself, but the alarming chill that seeps trough his tone cuts through Taehyung's soul and bones. The shiver going down his spine immediately makes him shut up.

Even though there is nothing that indicated that Namjoon is giving out orders, the guards immediately awake from their frozen stances leaving the room quickly and in complete silence.

Even the boy Taehyung had just thrown a frustrated fit at, slowly steps out of the door. Looking unsurely between Yoongi, who doesn’t make a move to leave the room and Namjoon, whose eyes are closed, slowly breathing as if to calm himself.

“Gguk it’s okay. You can leave, I am right behind you” Yoongi affirms the younger who steps out of the room unwillingly, his curious but still slightly embarrassed gaze fixed on Taehyung.

Yoongi stays for a few more moments, eyeing Namjoon, who still doesn’t move a muscle, cautiously until he starts moving towards the door with a wistful sigh.

“Don’t be too harsh Namjoon, you hear me?” He says warningly as he steps through the door, slowly closing it behind himself. Just before the door clicks shut the dancer makes eyecontact with Taehyung, something like pity in his eyes. He opens his mouth as if to say something but then the door closes and it’s only him and Namjoon. 

Taehyung has been in more terrifying and lethal situations than he can count, but something about the eerie silence that now envelops the room with crushing force lets his skin prickle and his heart leap out of his chest.
He is used to shouting, insults thrown at him, hell even punches became normality at some point. But he isn’t used to this. He doesn’t know this. He really fucked up this time, didn’t he?

 He tries to read Namjoon's body language. The older is still standing in front of him not doing a thing except standing there and well, breathing. Taehyung knows he angered the other with his words but there is no going back now, is there.
He warily eyes the gun which Namjoon has in a languid grip by his side. The older's other hand still buried in Taehyung's dark hair. Keeping him in place.

Normally Taehyung would have rolled his eyes, this whole show clearly meant to intimidate him but somehow..this is different.

Despite his attempts to keep cool he jolts when Namjoon slowly exhales and opens his eyes, nothing left of the classy and polite man from before. His eyes look hungry.
Nevertheless he still radiates control as he sighs disappointedly and momentarily loosens his grip on Taehyung's hair again.

 “Good” his tone is even as if Namjoon is trying to rile Taehyung up even more
”Now that were are alone I am going to give you a heartfelt advice for dealing with people who are unmistakably above you, Taehyung. Since your parents have clearly failed to knock basic manners into you”

 At the mention of his low status but above all his parents Taehyung sees red.
”The fuck are you talking abou-”

 But before he can even finish going off at the taller man he is suddenly pulled up from the chair as if he weighted nothing, the cuffs scraping uncomfortably on his skin. Pain explodes from his scalp down his body, making him grunt and puff in distress. It makes him feel dizzy, his sight getting blurry as tears spring into his eyes.

 “Shi-” suddenly Namjoon pushes impossibly closer, his breath fanning over Taehyung's face in excitement.

”How about we give you a little lesson on what happens when you misbehave Taehyung,hm?” He whispers intently, his mouth now almost on Taehyung's ear “How again did you phrase that right now? Ah yes, ‘Bet you would like that, get your panties all nice and wet for me’? Was that it?”

 Taehyung wants to curse, his guts coiling up uncomfortably in fear, but his full attention is on trying to pry Namjoon's strong hand from his hair with his free hand.
”Ah Fuck!” he almost yells when Namjoon jostles him like a little puppet, chuckling darkly.

”Answer me, Taehyung.” his tone leaving no room for questions. Or worse, defiance.

 “Little-ah, fuck- shit. Don’t get your panties in a twist because I defiled you cute little ‘Kooki-”

 What the hell is wrong with him? Why can’t he just shut up for once?

 That’s the only thing going trough his mind when without another word Namjoon's lifts him up even more. Taehyung now almost screaming in pain struggles against the crushing hold.
Suddenly Namjoon throws him over the table with one strong push of his hand, effectively pinning him bend over the desk. His hand on Taehyung's neck, squishing his face onto the rough wood of the table.

 “Ah ah ah” Namjoon tuts when Taehyung trashes violently, having no chance against Namjoon's bulging arms and the cuff immobilizing him. “We don’t want to make a mess, do we now? Better keep still, Taehyung”

 His last words are accentuated by the click of a safety pin and the next thing Taehyung feels is the gun on his lips again.

“Tae-ah, just keep fucking still!”

He closes his eyes. Not now. He has to get that voice out of his head.

 “Ah that’s a good boy.” Namjoon praises mockingly when Taehyung stills, the gun on his lips
”Now we can fulfill that little fantasy of yours. “ The pressure on Taehyung's lips increases painfully

“Hm, like that?” Namjoon snickers as if all of this was a funny little game to him.

 “Gw-go fu-fuk yo-es-lf” The words come out unclear and mumbled due to weapon on his mouth.

 The taller man chuckles darkly, towering behind Taehyung and putting all his weight onto the younger's neck, making him groan.
“Tell me, little Tiger” He mocks as Taehyung growls again in anger, keeping his mouth closed against the cold gun.
“Why should I do that Taehyung, when I got a willing little bitch like you nicely bent over for me?”

Panic slowly seeps into his brain, his thoughts only coming out in a rumbled mess. His face is hot against the cold table and Namjoon's iron grip on his neck makes it impossible to escape the threat of the gun.

 Fuck, his breathing is getting faster and irregular, coming out in panicked gasps, as he tries to keep his mouth as shut as possible against the gun. He has to get out of here. He hates this. Being under someone else, under Namjoon. Vulnerable and pliant like…like a little bitch. A bitch bend over. Weak. Pathetic. Small.

 “See, that’s the only thing you're good for, Slut” his memories getting more intrusive. More real.

 Shit, he has to get himself together. Kim Taehyung isn’t the one getting fucked over.

 When he feels Namjoon leaning down, the warmth of his broad chest on Taehyung's sensitive back, pushing his lips against the younger's ear, breath fanning over his face and neck, making him shiver, he starts struggling again. But everything seems meaningless against Namjoon's pure strength, Namjoon's dominance.

 “No, no, pretty Tiger” Namjoon tuts disappointedly “ Or should I say kitten?” his chuckle vibrates against Taehyung's sensitive skin, making him jolt again. He pulls and pulls but the cuffs just won’t come loose. By now the adrenaline and panic overshadow the burning sensation on his wrist.
“You were so good and still right now” The gun is shoved harshly against his mouth.
“Don’t ruin it, otherwise I have to get angry, you understand me Taehyung?”

 Taehyung wants to puke. Spoken to like a little kid misbehaving. As if the other exactly knows Taehyung's weak points, shamelessly exploiting them. He grunts angrily not able to move any more, the other's weight now almost completely on him, immobilizing him. Another painful tug on his cuffs.
“Now be good and open up, hm?”

 In his haze he doesn’t immediately understand what Namjoon is referring to, but it’s made painfully clear when Namjoon slowly starts shoving the gun against his lips and teeth, intent on opening Taehyung up for him.
He tries shaking his head, turning it away from the harsh pressure, but Namjoon's hand and the hard wood of the table effectively keep him in place. His growls and grunts are getting higher, sounding more like something akin to a whimper now.

 “N-nw-nwo” He tries to sound firm and threatening but between the pressure of the gun and his overwhelming panic it sounds more like a desperate whine.

“Shut up, just shut the fuck up!” A punch to the stomach. He cries out. Another punch, a slap to the face.

“ Pussy!”

“ Boys don’t cry.”

He bucks up against Namjoon's weight. The terror making him go feral, like a little lamb right before being slaughtered. The memories flooding his mind. Another helpless tug against the cuffs, cutting into his skin. No he can’t do this. He can’t give in. Otherwise he will be right where he was before. But in between Taehyung's struggles and his panicked whines Namjoon seems to lose his patience. Suddenly he grips Taehyung's hair again and pulls. The younger gasps in pain and relief of getting the gun away from his mouth as his head is lifted up.

But in the next second the world goes blurry as the taller man suddenly pushes down violently, hitting Taehyung's temple against the rough wood of the table.

For a moment Taehyung feels nothing, just hearing the heavy thud of skin and bones against wood. But then the world blacks out momentarily, pain exploding in his head, making him go limb for a second.

 Without mercy Namjoon uses these moments of dizziness to grab Taehyung's chin, force his mouth open and shove the cold metal of the gun into his mouth.

Taehyung screams. Probably the first time in years. But the pain, dizziness and humiliation are slowly eating away the facade and pride he harbored for so long. Something wet trickles down his face. If it’s blood, sweat or tears, he doesn’t really care.

 The gun knocks painfully against his teeth as he tries to close his mouth against the intruding object. He wants to pull back, but then he feels the unforgiving pressure of Namjoon’s hand on his head again, preventing Taehyung from escaping. By now the other's chest is fully presses on his back, his breathing calm as if holding Taehyung down was nothing. But the younger can basically feel the sick excitement coming from the older. The excitement of having Taehyung under him, weak and fully in his hands. The blonde's breath prickling over Taehyung's face, lickings his lips as if he can’t wait to take a bite.

 They struggle,Taehyung fighting like prey that already has it’s predators jaw on his neck, knowing really well that it’s going down, but still can’t stop to buck up against the deadly hold. Taehyung tries to push the gun out with his tongue, pulling his jaw back to get some space.
But with Namjoon locking his head with one hand and applying pressure on the gun with his other it’s just impossible.

 It takes a few second but then even his pride can’t make him fight anymore. He knows when he lost a fight. He has already lost so many of them.

 “That’s it” Namjoon praises when Taehyung finally goes limp.
His jaw slackening, opening up for Namjoon. Somewhere deep inside him, he feels something break.

“Yes, such a good boy” Namjoon voices, not even half as taunting as before, now sounding entranced by Taehyung giving into him. The gun slowly slides deeper into Taehyung's mouth, making him choke and whimper. Now he definitely feels tears trickle down his face, sideways, landing on the wood with silent drops.

“Shhh” the older soothes as he chokes again, the barrel now fully in his mouth, it’s tip settled at the entrance of Taehyung throat. Like this he can’t even gulp let alone speak. He can only whimper and whine high on Namjoon’s gun.

 By now instead of the crippling fear and the simmering self-hate his mind has gone into a numb haze. The world around him seems so far away, like in a dream. He blinks dizzily, his ears ringing from the rough treatment.

 “So good. I knew you could take it well, Taehyung” Namjoon praises, as if looking at an invaluable piece of art. He props himself up again a bit to get a full picture of Taehyung lying pliantly beneath him.
“You’re so much prettier with that foul mouth of yours stuffed with my gun, don’t you think, Taehyung?” The latter almost jolts out of his bones, gasping around the gun when the taller loosens the grip on his hair and gently strokes over his head.

 But instead the intended soothing effect, Taehyung, through the numbness of his mind and body, feels a wave of panic capture him as long repressed memories flood his mind.

“It’s your fault Tae-ah.” Taehyung cries, trashing around.

“With a foul mouth like yours, you had it coming for a long time now” a calloused hand on his hair.

“Basically asking for it, aren’t ya?” heavy breathing, his whole body is aching in pain. He chokes. Again.

“Yeah choke on it” By now he has no tears left to spill “Make yourself useful at least once, unthankful whore”

A searing pain on his back.

By now he is used to this as well.

“Yeah” heavy breathing “ ’s what you are.” A slap on his already bruised face

“A. Little. Unthankful. Whore!” oh no, he is getting angry again. Taehyung closes his eyes

“Just like your whore of a mother”

That’s what pulls Taehyung out of his own haze, with a full on whine.
“P-Pl-lea-se” he manages to whimper around the weight in his mouth.
While caught in his tormenting memories he almost forgot about Namjoon holding him down, about this whole ordeal as he was trapped within his own mind.

 But Namjoon doesn’t seem to notice that Taehyung is slipping underneath him and interprets the whine and panicked breathing as an answer to his comment.

 “So beautiful.” Namjoon awes “ Begging and crying like a bitch in heat, little kitten, aren’t you?”

Taehyung can only listen halfheartedly, the memory of his tormentor not leaving him alone. By now he doesn’t really know where he is or what he is doing here, but he knows that he isn’t not getting out of this alive.

“What did you call Gguk again? A pathetic painslut was it, right?” Namjoon chuckles darkly his hand slowly sliding down Taehyung's head, down his neck and onto his back.
”Seems like I got me a little painslut here, as well.”

“You like that? Fucking disgusting, getting off of that shit.” The butt of the cigarette is again pressed against the tender skin of his back, making him trash and whine on agony. “Little painslut”

Taehyung whines and pulls weakly against his restraints. Something seems off with his cuffed wrist by now. Namjoon's hand slides down lower while the other still makes Taehyung swallow the gun.

“But when I remember correctly you didn’t want to shove that gun down Gguk’s throat. Am I right, slut?”

If that hadn’t been what he was fearing the whole time, he probably would have not understood the innuendo in his paralyzing haze. But he realizes what Namjoon's is playing at, the exact moment the other's hand lands on his lower back, pushing him down.

Suddenly the taller shoves his hips violently against Taehyung's, leaving him breathless.
Namjoon is hard, and probably fully willing to make Taehyung his bitch as a punishment.

“N-N..” Taehyung tries to rip himself out of his self induced limp. That’s-..How--No. His brain short-circuits.

 “Plwea--” The gun is still in his mouth,making him choke on his protest. Meanwhile Namjoon sadistically grinds his dick against Taehyung's behind, pressing his hips against the table, rendering him immobile. Making him a mumbling and trashing mess.

 “Isn’t that what you wanted Taehyung? Trying to rile me up like that?” Namjoon asks feigning innocence towards his own actions.
As Taehyung tries to deny that, only whimpers leaving his mouth, Namjoon just seems to get spurred on, shoving the gun deeper down Taehyung's throat. He chokes. For real this time.
“You have to speak louder kitten, can’t hear you moaning around my little friend like that”

The dizziness is getting worse, Taehyung can’t feel his own body anymore, his breath taken away. He is spluttering and whimpering around the gun, spit drooling down his cheek, forming a puddle around his squished face on the table. He knows he could probably pull his head back with Namjoon's hand gone now, but the fear of what the older could do to him if he were to defy him like that makes him only pull back slightly so that he can breath again.

“Tae-ah…”

“S-St-o-” he begs. He can’t bear this. It’s just too much. Namjoon attacking his body and pride, while his soul is being crushed by his toxic memories. It’s like being attacked from the inside and outside at the same time, slowly being picked apart until he is completely ripped bare. The only thing left is the scared and pathetic boy he always has been. Never ceased to be. He had just learned to mask it better as he got older.

“You really seem to be enjoying this, aren’t you Taehyung?” Namjoon mocks and slowly eases the gun out of him, but not before choking him with it for good measure. Taehyung splutters and gasps relieved, like a new born baby. Covered in drool, snot and tears. He thinks he can also sense the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, or maybe it’s just the remnants of the gun’s steel.

The little thrusts and grinds of Namjoon's hips on his ass get stronger and faster at the appealing sight. With each thrust his body jolts a bit, and with each thrust he feels himself dying inside a little more.

 “So wet” Namjoon muses, drawing his fingers over Taehyung's spit-slick bottom lip. Taehyung doesn’t even know where Namjoon has disposed of the gun, he is only relieved to have it out of him. “Sounding so pretty, choked and laid out bare for me. That’s where you belong, don’t you think?”
Slowly he pushes his rough but strangely gentle fingers through Taehyung's lips, knowing that the younger is way too much out of it to put up any kind of resistance. He doesn’t need the gun anymore to make Taehyung shake in fear, it’s obvious now that he had no chance from begin with.

“Stop being a fuckin' pain in the ass!” There are hands around his throat now, squeezing tightly.

“Yeah, that’s where you belong, whore” he can’t breath, he is clawing at his offenders hands but his small ones are just not strong enough.

“Gotta take what I give you. Aren’t useful for 'nything else. Just a pathetic burden” the words are spit at his tear stained face.

“Ruining m' fuckin' life with you filthy existence!” Taehyung’s eyes roll back in his head, the world goes black.

“N-no--I-I-nn-n” Taehyung hiccups. By now any sense or reasoning has left his head, making place for  pure terror, that renders him completely helpless, trapped in his own mind. Memories and reality seem to melt together in his panicked haze, making it impossible to distinguish between Namjoon and his tormentor, between his present and his younger self.

 “What about you Taehyung?” Namjoon contemplates as he withdraws his now slick fingers from Taehyung's mouth, collecting a teardrop from Taehyung's lashes and staring at it in awe for a second.
 Slowly he trails his hand down Taehyung's side until it joins the other on his hip, that are still being violated by Namjoon's calculated grinding. The older cruelly mimics his earlier words.

“Have you ever had a cock shoved right-”

 But Taehyung interrupts him with a desperate wail, the crude words making him fully realize in what kind of deep shit he really is. No, this is too much. Reality and memory overlap too strongly now, pushing him back into the mindset of his eleven year old scared self. Begging for it to stop.

 “F-fuck, no, no--don’t” he doesn’t even know who he is talking to now, or if he is just repeating what he has said so many times before in the past. Suddenly he is a boy again, fighting against the inevitable. Taehyung tugs at the cuffs again and bucks up against Namjoon's hold. He is losing control of himself, slowly slipping away into mindless fear.

“God, fucking look at you. Weak like that you’ll never be a man. I could just as well make you my fucking bitch right?”

He cries, denies the cruel words but they stick to him, just like the bruises painted into his skin.

“Probably would enjoy it, too. Am I right, disgusting little fag?”

“N-no! P-pl-ease-” With his freehand he claws at the edge of the table, trying to pull himself away from the relentless grinding of Namjoon’s crotch on his ass.

 “What? You seemed so eager before Taehyung.” Namjoon strongly pulls Taehyung's hips back meeting his small but strong thrusts.
“Have lost your cocky mouth now?” Namjoon teases watching Taehyung writhe beneath him in fear and anguish, reveling in the sight.
“I thought it would take longer to make you beg, you seemed like such a stubborn boy earlier. “
The taller man chuckles his breathing going faster now, clearly enjoying the sensation of Taehyung pressed against him.

 “But that’s all you are, right?” He accentuates his words with a strong thrust that makes Taehyung hiccup and cry out. “All bark and no bite, little kitten.”
Namjoon's fingers wander under the hem of his shirt, Taehyung freezes.

 “Don--not t--th-re” Taehyung begs, his ears ringing, his mind going black.

 “What, don’t want me too see that tiny little girl waist, kitten?” Namjoon mocks as he slowly lifts Taehyung's shirt up his back.

 No, fuck, everything but that, not again, not there, no punishments anymore, please.

“God you’re already so annoying again. Just asking for another punishment, aren’t ya?” his tormentor grabs him by the neck.

For the first time Taehyung can also hear his own voice in his head, a little bit shakier and higher than it is now.

“No! No, please! I am sorry, I will shut up, I am sorry! Please!” By now begging for mercy has become something like a second nature to him, always tipping around on his toes, just so to not draw any attention to him. He clearly failed in that regard.

  He is dragged towards the low stool that still haunts him in his nightmares and cruelly thrown on top of it. He tries to scramble away but a foot on his small ankle, painfully pressing down, prevents him from standing up.

  He hears the oh so familiar clink of a belt being loosened.

“You better shut up, don’t wanna wake Taemi again, do you?”

  A sob escapes his lips, he tries to stifle it by closing a palm over his mouth.

“Please!” he begs silently, desperately “I will be good! I will be good, I swear, I swear, please!” Tears are cascading down his face, hiccups and gasps already rocking through his body before he even got to feel the pain to come.

  “Should have thought about that before you decided to piss me off, little faggot”

  And with that the back of his shirt is suddenly lifted up over his head, making a display of his scrawny and bruised body. Before he can even breath in protest he hears the cruel whip of air and suddenly the metallic buckle of the belt meets already scarred and disfigured skin.

  Taehyung stifles his screams as the torture goes on, turning into sobs and desperate pleads the longer he has to endure the rage of his tormentor.

  The sharp and cruel metal hits his small body.

  Again.

  And again.

  And again…

  “nhu-u--pl-pl” His back is on fire, a feeling that he has gotten used to over the years, but still he can’t bear the sight of the ugly scars that are renewed with every beating, piling up until his body looks more like a war zone than that of a eleven-year-old.

  “Please!S-St-s-uhhp!” He can’t even get the words out anymore, his head dizzy with pain and humiliation.

  The man over him relents at his screaming, spitting annoyed at the pathetic boy in front of him. When the older sees the boy going lax beneath him he takes a swing and whips the belt as hard as he can against the shivering body, for good measure.

  Taehyung can feel something crack inside him at the cruel act. A crack that will grow bigger and bigger as he grows older, threatening to make him fall apart like a rag doll that has been handled to rough.

  But all his screaming, all the crying just falls against deaf ears, making him shrink into himself. The stool is kicked from beneath him, making him fall onto the floor lifelessly, his body rocked by sobs and desperation.

  "Pathetic” Another crack, another twist in his young soul.

  “Please, I-i will be guhh-dd, I-I am s--sor-ry.” He whispers, his body going cold against the dirty tiles he is lying on. “ I am so su-uhhry, so , so” his quickened breath slowly going flat, “s’ s’rry, pluuhse” he closes his eyes, his consciousness slowly fading away. Before the world goes black he can only repeat the same thing over and over again:

“I-im so s’rry, D-Daddy--so s’-uhrry”

 With a strong jolt he awakes from the nightmare that had momentarily engulfed his brain just to wake up to another one.
And this time it’s real. 

His throat feels scratchy and his voice is hoarse. Were all those screams and pleads only part of his fucked up memories or did he really just say all of this? Taehyung doesn’t know. Can’t discern between what’s real and what not anymore.

 Namjoon stills in his ministrations to lift his shirt but by now it’s high up enough to clear the view on Taehyung's disfigured back. Suddenly he is back on the cold kitchen floor in his shabby home, his father towering over him, regarding him with disdain and repulsion. As one of Namjoon's fingers, gently letting go of his shirt, accidentally brushes over the old and ugly scars, Taehyung jolts and lets out a full on sob. Something he hadn’t done since he left home.

 “No! Pl-please” he slowly shrinks into himself, making him small and unnoticeable.

“Please D-Daddy, I-I won’t be b-buh-ad- anymore! I swear!” he just wants to disappear, get away from the demons clawing at his sanity, making him feel like the scared little boy he thought he had left behind long ago.

 “I pr-pruhmise! I will be g-guh-ood” just like back then sobs and hiccups rock through his body, face wet and sticky, hair clinging to his forehead.

 When Namjoon makes ministrations to move again, strangely not as intrusive as before, Taehyung wails in fear.

 “N-hu, d-don’t, please, n-no more D-Daddy! Am s-suhhrry, so- ss’”

 But he interpreted Namjoon's intentions wrong, because in the next second the older completely removes himself from Taehyung and steps back. Leaving Taehyung a terrified and sobbing mess on the desk.

For the next minute the room is silent apart from Taehyung's pleading sobs and desperate whispers, begging for it to stop even though there is nothing happening anymore.

 But Taehyung knows that that’s the way to inflict even greater pain. His father was an expert in that regard. Make them think it’s over, think everything is okay, let them hope just to crush that silver lining with more pain. He has been trough all of that already.

 But as nothing happens, even though his sobs are slowly decreasing into little hiccups and whines, he starts to wonder if Namjoon just left him there alone in the room. Maybe he saw his ugly body and was so disgusted he had to leave the room, getting away from him as far as possible. Even though Taehyung knows this should be a good thing there is a pang of disappointment piercing his chest.

Because trough all his fear he still noticed how rawly honest Namjoon had sounded when he had called him ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’, being the first in a long time to do so as more than a cheap pick-up line.
Knowing that even that hard-boiled criminal was so disgusted by the proof of Taehyung's pathetic and weak self that he had to recoil, makes him only curl further into himself.

 Those thoughts are interrupted by a rustle on the desk. He can’t see him, but he feels that Namjoon is still there, probably putting a hand on the desk next to him. At that Taehyung flinches and a pathetic whine leaves his mouth, but instead of more violence and humiliation he just receives a soothing hum by Namjoon.

 “Shhh” Namjoon’s voice has completely changed, if it was cruel, raspy and scary before it’s now at least just as soothing and gentle. It reminds Taehyung of his mother.
“You’re good, everything is alright now”

 Confusion takes over Taehyung, if this is a fucked up way to break him even further, some kind of psychological warfare, he can’t see how.

 Namjoon doesn’t touch him at all anymore, he is just staying by his side, muttering reassurances as if Taehyung was a frightened animal.

“It is over now, you are here, you hear me? Nowhere else, it’s just you and me, nothing is going to happen.” Taehyung wants to chuckle, as if he didn’t know that he would never get out of this hell alive. “Just breath. Deep breaths, yes that’s right.”

 Considering that Namjoon was the one to render him into this helpless mess he is incredible capable of getting Taehyung out of his frightened headspace, slowly easing him back into reality. Gradually he is getting aware of his surroundings and the events that led him to be here. The memories of his father, and with them the dark looming presence Taehyung felt in his mind, slowly ease back into the dark places of his conscience.

 “Taehyung” At that the younger winces again, but he is getting better, his breath slowing down.
“Taehyung, can you stand up and look at me, hm?”

 He doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to face the cause of his humiliating break down, but he is still hazy, more compliant than he would normally be. So he slowly probs himself up on his arms. Eyeing the puddle of sweat, tears and blood that now stains the invaluable table.
A wave of nausea hits him, making him breath deep through his nose until the sickness and the dizziness vanish leaving him feeling…hollow.

 This was probably one of the strongest flashbacks he had yet. Normally he manages to somehow calm himself down from those by getting some space and time for himself. For the past few years he even managed to suppress the traumatic reliving of his past as long as he is in public. Only succumbing to the evil voices as soon as he lies awake at night. So he isn’t used to having those outside of the uncomfortable “safety” of his own bed.

 “Good. Now, can you turn around?”

 As he is slowly regaining his bearings again, he is also gaining his stubbornness back, but somehow he doesn’t feel the need to act up in Namjoon’s presence anymore. The other has already seen through his act and tore down all the facades he had so carefully kept up.
 When he finally pushes himself away from the table on wobbly legs and carefully turns around, he can’t bear to look into the older's eyes for longer than a second. Somehow the fear is gone, replaced by shame at his pathetic reaction. For the short moment he looks at Namjoon's face the older's eyes are furrowed, something like pity in his gaze.

 Taehyung clenches his hands, how fucking low can you fall? Getting pitied by the man who was originally trying to rough you up.

 Pathetic .The voice of his father overlaps with his own self-deprecating thoughts.

 Namjoon eyes his fucked up state but chooses to stay silent, suddenly lifting his hand.
Taehyung who has only been staring at the floor flinches again at that and hates himself even more for acting like a terrified little lamb.

 But when he forces himself to look at Namjoon he only sees attentive eyes and a water bottle being held out to him. He is wary, still not really believing Namjoon's drastic change in behaviour but then the older raises a brow at the bottle, urging Taehyung to take it.

 All of this feels like a dream to Taehyung. Just right now he was lured into some kind of ambush for selling his drugs on Ssang Yong Pas territory, left to the psychotic mind of a wealthy club owner who caused Taehyung to fall back down into his flashback phase, which he thought he had overcome to a certain extent, and now he is suddenly taken care of as if the man in front of him wasn’t the cause of his shaken state.

In the end Taehyung convinces himself that he follows the demand because his throat is sore and hurting and not because of Namjoon's oppressive aura.

 But as he wills his shaky hands to lift cautiously there is suddenly a sharp and agonizing pain shooting up his right arm, making him hiss in pain. His knees buckle and he looks at his cuffed wrist in shock.

 At first Taehyung just stares and stares. The picture that unfolds in front of him seems again like something out of a nightmare. His wrist is red, red from the skin cruelly being scraped of form his desperate attempts to free himself. In the midst of his attack he hadn’t even realized how bad he hurt himself by scraping the metal against his wrist. There is blood oozing out of the deepest cuts flowing all over his shaky and pale hand.

 He gapes like a fish, but slowly he feels the shame creep up his back again. God, just like a pathetic little animal, almost cutting of it’s own limbs while trying to escape a trap. Here he has the painful proof of just how much he lost his hard-earned composure.
Taehyung grits his teeth while trying to hold back from tugging on the metal again, just to reprimand himself for turning into such a fucking pussy.

But when he turns his hand into fists making the wounds throb agonizingly, he is again reminded of his weak and pathetic state by the wince his body performs unwillingly as Namjoon shifts closer.

 “Don’t do that. It will only make it worse” Taehyung doesn’t know if he is thankful or angry at the fact that neither of them acknowledges Taehyung's obviously fragile state of mind.
Still mute and fearful of what Namjoon might do, he eyes the other warily as the older pulls a small metallic key out of the pockets of his suit.
 Namjoon cautiously puts his hands up, palms towards Taehyung in a calming motion as if to signal him that he doesn't have to get defensive.
He looks from Taehyung's scared eyes towards his still cuffed hand.
“Can I?” he ask calm and gentle as if he was talking to a terrified animal.

 Taehyung wants to scream at him to fuck off, to just let Taehyung bathe in self-pity until he bleeds out right here on the floor. But his body and mind are still shaken, when he opens his mouth there is no sound coming out. He is terrified, he can’t admit it to himself but his wobbly knees and frozen face make it quite obvious. Namjoon’s eyes are still fixed onto Taehyung as the latter just blankly stares in fear at the other.

 Finally he can’t bear the other's oppressive presence or rather his gaze anymore, and lowers his head submissively, staring bitterly at the floor.
If his father saw him like that… He doesn’t even want to imagine it.

Namjoon breaths, he almost sounds exasperated. Maybe he already has enough of playing with Taehyung? How long is he going to uphold this whole charade until he shows his real demonic face to him again?

Nothing like that happens though. Instead Namjoon carefully steps closer his hand still calmly stretched out in front of him. Taehyung would have laughed if he wasn’t still that shaken. Even though the man seems like he is trying to appear soothing and harmless, that changes nothing about his strong and dominant aura. In this state it makes Taehyung want to cower away.

 As the older steps closer Taehyung holds his breath, lowers his head even more and turns away in a protective gesture, trying to shy away. When the older is as close that he can feel the other's warm body, Taehyung suppresses a whimper. His shoulders are hunched, Namjoon only centimeters in front of him, so close that he can hear the other's even breathing.

 In the back of his mind he notes that there is no visible trace of the older's arousal left anymore, making Taehyung question if the older ever wanted him like that in the first place. The scars made him probably go soft immediately and retract his opinion of Taehyung being 'pretty'.

 When Namjoon moves his hand, Taehyung jolts, scrunching his eyes shut. But the expected outburst never comes, instead a gentle hand softly cradles his hurt wrist. He opens his eyes in shock at the older who slowly and carefully frees him from his metallic restraints. Taehyung just stares at the strangely soft hands who hit and manhandled him like a doll not even minutes ago.

 When the bloody cuffs finally fall onto the floor with a loud click, Namjoon very carefully inspects Taehyung's wrist while stile holding it in his big hands. Blood getting onto his still impeccable suit. The younger has to release a shaky breath at the pain stinging on his skin. When the older notices Taehyung's mental and physical discomfort he slowly releases him. Immediately the younger draws his hand into himself, making himself as small a possible, trying to not give the other a reason to exploit his sudden weakness. He knows how to avoid getting other's angry as much as he knows how to rile them up. At least that is something that his father taught him.

 “That’s it, all done. Now” Namjoon stays relatively close, takes the water bottle from where he put it on the table and hands it to Taehyung.”Drink”

 The latter, not wanting to anger the other anymore, grasps the bottle with shaky hands. But the shaking doesn’t decrease as he tries to open the bottle which leads to pathetic fumbling and many failed attempts. When Namjoon shifts he gets hectic, knowing the other's patience for his stupid antics is probably wearing thin, almost ripping the bottle cap off. If he had been an idiotic fumbling mess like this in front of his father, the latter would have already made him feel his annoyance.

 Now even though he is completely drained, the knowledge that Namjoon is watching his every move with his panther-like eyes, makes him shake even more in panic. Which unfortunately makes it harder to hold the bottle steady in order to drink.
At the third failed attempt, where he sets the bottle to his lips but has to retreat again due to his shaking, Namjoon shifts again, this time closer.

Taehyung grows panicked again and closes his eyes shut as he flinches, but in the next moment the bottle is softly pried out of his healthy hand, which held the bottle tight, slightly bending it out of shape.

 When he opens his eyes the bottle is close to his face, Namjoon's tan hand around it.

“Open up” the other demands rather gently but Taehyung cringes at the fresh memories that request evokes. For a second the voice in his head, fortunately not that of his father, but the one which tells him to never show submissiveness and vulnerability, reappears. It screams at him to launch himself on Namjoon, to punch that stupid bottle out of his hand.

 But somehow he can’t bring up the will or strength to defy the elder, breaking in front of the other like that left him hollow and pliant. Knowing that Namjoon could probably break him even more if he wanted. So he droopily opens his mouth, by now any pride he ever had completely forgotten.

 “Good boy” Namjoon's gaze fixes on his raw lips, which was expected, but the small approving smile that follows startles Taehyung. It’s completely otherworldly, the feeling in his chest, some weird mix of fear, anger and amazement. How a dimpled smile can look so beautiful on such a maniac is still a mystery to Taehyung. For a short moment his heart beats faster, he convinces him that it’s solely out of terror as Namjoon softly lifts his other hand in order to cup Taehyung's head by the back of his neck.

 He feels like a baby being coddled as the taller man slowly lifts the bottle to his lips as his other hand softly strokes through the short hair on the back of his head.

When the soothing cold meets his lips he almost forgets his terrifying surroundings and the probably very deadly man in front of him and just accepts the refreshment. His sore throat calms down and it feels like the oppressive fog around his head is slowly lifting.

 Namjoon intently watches the movement of his lips and throat moving with every sip.
Taehyung feels a shiver run up his arms. He still cradles his hurt wrist close to his body, wary of damaging his skin even more.
 Desperately he gulps down the refreshing cool but almost chokes on it when Namjoon chuckles silently “Easy, tiger. There is enough, take it slow.”

 Suddenly he feels disgusting, drinking out of that mans hand as if being a helpless little child, letting himself get reprimanded. He slowly pulls his head back, Namjoon follows and draws the bottle away, his eyes fixed on Taehyung the whole time.

 Now that Taehyung head is a little bit clearer again he tries to straighten up, feeling that something is off when he shifts his weight, unfreezing for the first time since Namjoon has stepped this close.
 Suspicious, he looks down, at first he just sees his fucked up bloody arm, but as he gets more aware of his previously numb body he starts to see and feel the retreating bulge in his pants.

 His heart-rate picks up and his ears start ringing, he is so horrified that he can’t even care to feel embarrassment or shame at the crude sight.

 He is hard.

 Taehyung was just threatened to be killed, tortured and probably raped. On top of it he again had one of his attacks directly in front of his offender. And Taehyung is hard.

 For the first time since calming down he feels tears prickling at his eyes, not because of shame or similar feelings. It is a deeply-rooted disgust at himself that has been harbored and grown since he was eleven, and it comes with a wave of crushing sadness. He rarely allows himself to be sad, weak. But this is a searing sorrow about himself and his life, making him sack into himself.

“I-I..” he tries to speak for the first time, his voice hoarse and strained from the dark feelings creeping up his throat, making him choked up.

 He doesn’t know why but he feels the desperate need to explain himself, to make it clear to himself and the older that this is literally not what it seems to be. Especially since the other doesn’t seem to sport the same problem as Taehyung anymore, he confirms that as he unsurely blinks up from the floor towards the taller man.

 “I-It’s” he stammers not able to clear his head from the crushing feeling that is blanketing him.

 This body reaction doesn’t have anything to do with arousal, this isn’t some fucked up kink Taehyung has. He only experiences the strain in his pants as something painfully uncomfortable and disgusting. The younger doesn’t have the urge to do something about his boner, on the contrary he knows if somebody were to touch him right now he would probably puke all over himself in disgust. So he just tries to will it down, to get this disgusting feeling out of his body, to feel clean again, even if he knows he has probably been dirtied for life.

 But still Taehyung somehow wants to explain, explain how this particular reaction from his body was carved into him, how this simmering disgust of himself seems to chase him since the age of eleven.

Wants to explain that there is nothing he liked about the previous events, that his mind just slipped back into his old ways, that this sometimes just happens when he has one of his attacks, that there is nothing he can do about it.

That he isn’t a fucking maniac masochist or that this isn’t him romanticizing violence.
That he isn’t as disgusting as Namjoon probably thinks he is right now.

 “ ‘s just-” he stammers, tongue heavy in his mouth. He tries to hide away even more, turn himself away and disappear from those piercing eyes.

 “It’s okay.” at the heavy understanding tone Taehyung blinks up surprised. Seeing nothing like disgust in the other's eyes the younger releases a heavy breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“I understand.” and Namjoon’s eyes are nothing but honest, fortunately not looking anywhere else than Taehyung's face. And even though Taehyung somehow believes that the other truly understands, that he gets the dark depths that hide behind Taehyung and his past, he still feels dirtier than ever before.

 Never has he felt more exposed and weak than in this moment, never was he confronted with his filthy and fucked up self as much as he is now. Okay, maybe except from that one time…
 In this moment all of the shit is just getting to much for Taehyung, his weak state paired with Namjoon's oppressive presence and the threatening feeling of the walls closing in on him.

He staggers back, trying to get some room for himself, to feel like he can breathe again.

 But when Namjoon steps closer, following him, Taehyung puts his arms out as if protecting himself from any more harm than his body and soul already had to bear til now. He knows it is useless, the other will probably just rip him to shreds, standing tall and imposing in front of Taehyung.
But to his surprise Namjoon stands still at Taehyung's desperate motions to protect himself seeing sorrow and tears shining in the younger's eyes.

With a heavy sigh Namjoon lets his gaze wander over the smaller mans roughed up appearance. There is blood running down his face and hand.
Like a chased animal Taehyung's eyes dart around the room but never bold enough to look Namjoon right into the eyes. He seems to have learned his lesson.

 Namjoon sighs again, stepping back “Like I stated before, It’s okay. “ He motions at the door the others previously left the room through “You can go now. Just follow the hallway and you get to the back of the club.”

 At that Taehyung finally stares into Namjoon's eyes, startled and distrustful. Is this a filthy trick to chase him even more into insanity before they get rid of him?

 But Namjoon seems honest on this regard cocking a brow at Taehyung's frozen form.
“What are you waiting for? Get out.” Taehyung blinks, but when Namjoon nonchalantly turns around setting the pushed-over chair straight again, his flight instinct kick in.

First stumbling like a newborn baby, he is almost running breathlessly when he reaches the door.

“And Taehyung-”
Fuck that’s it.

He knew it. That was just a plain trick to give him hope for a second and then slaughter him cruelly. But when he turns around prepared for certain death, he only sees Namjoon standing relaxed beside his now dirtied desk.
“-if you come here or anywhere near Ssang Yong Pa’s territory again, I will personally gut and hang you up like a dead fish, understood?”

 Taehyung gulps, somehow relieved even though the words are unexpectedly cruel.
Without a sound he turns around again, storming out of the door, almost wringing it out of his hinges.

 Blinded with fear and desperation he sprints through the expensively lit hallway until he reaches a heavy metallic door. Without watching his surroundings for any threats he just throws himself against the door, fumbling with the lit until it finally opens.

 As soon as it opens the cold autumn air of Seoul hits his face and immediately calms him from his panicked haze. He steps out into the dark alleyway behind the club, shutting the door behind himself and immediately hunches over to relief himself of the remnants of his breakfast. The last time he had eaten today.

 The bitter taste in his mouth is just as disgusting as he feels himself. After Taehyung wipes the bitter liquid off his mouth and props himself up against the concrete wall, he suddenly hears a shuffle behind his back.

 Still jumpy and shaken he whips around only to be met with the ominously lit figure of Yoongi leaning against the concrete wall. A halfway burned cigarette in his mouth looking at Taehyung with a indiscernible look. His lithe body is covered by a expensive looking fur coat that almost reaches down to his naked ankles.

 He looks tired, his face pale under the cold light next to the entrance as he releases the smoke from his lungs. At the sight of Taehyung he takes the cigarette, throws it onto the floor and stomps it out under his foot. As he removes himself from the wall he eyes Taehyung's fucked up state, the blood that has dried on his face, hand and clothing. His bloodshot eyes and pale face which seems to hold a new vulnerability to it. His gaze seems almost sympathetic as he opens his mouth but Taehyung interrupts him.

 “J-Just-”Taehyung's hates himself for sounding so spiteful, so affected, so broken..
“Just F-fuck off.” he can’t even bring up the strength to sound threatening.

 “Just shut the fuck up” and with that Taehyung turns around and walks out into cold night air of Seoul, shivering with only the thin fabric of his shirt protecting him from the piercing cold.

“So you roughed that kid up quiet a bit, huh? Probably scared him for life.” Yoongi's tone sounds nonchalant. However him and Namjoon have been friends, no, brother's for so long that he knows when the other is judging him.

 “Please don’t give me that look Hyung, you know that shit with the lost shipment really agitated me.” He massages his temples, the incompetence of some of his subordinates really makes him doubt his no-unnecessary-blood-spilling-rule.

 “Agitated you?” The smaller man mocks him, chuckling as he steps into Namjoon's office that still looks a little bit roughed up.

 “Oh come on Yoongles, you now that kid urgently needed someone to show him some boundaries. With a mouth like that I still wonder how he managed to survive for that long.”
He lets his head roll back against the back of the chair he is currently sitting in, closing his eyes. At least that little session right know relieved him of some of his stress, until that kid started to act like…that.

 Namjoon can’t say why but it still gives him an eerie feeling.

 “He needed to experience what happens when you get cocky in a world like ours, if it had been anyone else than me his head would lie in that corner over there right now. Or worse, with a face like that it’s still a miracle that Kyongsoo hasn’t already made him one of his sluts.” Namjoon sighs at the thought, it’s probably already too late for worries like that, looking at what he witnessed right now.

 “I know Joon” Yoongi rests his back against the wall looking angrily at the ceiling.
“But still, I don’t like it. He’s probably just a clueless little kid who doesn’t know what cruel shit the world still has in stock for people like us.”

 At that Namjoon huffs a bitter laugh, staring down at the leather jacket he picked up from the floor after Taehyung fled from him.
“Oh trust me Hyung, I think when it comes to that, he knows better than any of us.”