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Taehyung has no clue how he ended up back at the hospital, but he's here now, sitting in the corridor, waiting for the paperwork he has to sign for his deceased father so they can proceed to the funeral.  

 

He hasn't gone back home—he doesn't even know whether he still has a place to return to—but Taehyung thinks that none of that matters anymore. He's basically moving on autopilot, his thoughts floating aimlessly and loudly inside his head, and he has no strength left to care for himself. 

 

He has no one, and he has to survive on his own from now on. 

 

 

"Taehyung-ssi? Is that you?" 

 

Taehyung snaps out of his stupor when he hears his name being called, and when he shifts his gaze up, he sees a familiar young alpha, staring at him with his face full of concern. 

 

"Soo-hyuk hyung." Taehyung mumbles under his breath, and the next thing he knows, he's shedding tears again—this time in the arms of someone else. 

 

 

 

"Bullshit." 

 

"KIM TAEHYUNG!— This isn't the end, so you—you cannot die just yet.

 

"Ah... I know. Don't worry, I won't die— until I get to kill you myself,"

 

<... Deuteronomy 32:35

 

35. It is mine to avenge; I will repay. In due time their foot will slip; their day of disaster is near and their doom rushes upon them.”... >

 

 

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Love me wrong

'He's driving me crazy, which is saying a lot since I am— already— a bit too crazy.'  

Jeongguk muses as he looks at himself in the mirror. He's now in his office's private bathroom, treating his own wound, given that Taehyung didn't seem to want to do anything with him at the moment; the latter had just dropped both the coffee and the first aid kit Jeongguk had asked him to bring, and then walked out without saying anything.

"Ah, shit... It stings." Jeongguk chuckles as he cleans the blood coming from the small cut on his forehead. After disinfecting and applying gauze to the injury, Jeongguk returns to his desk, collapsing on the swivel chair and turning on his computer, accessing the security camera just outside his office where he could see Taehyung sitting on his desk, most likely working on his tasks for the day.

'His looks may have changed a bit, but overall, he's still the same; tempestuous but calm, fearless yet yielding and soft, in such bizarrely—unsettling ways.' Jeongguk thinks as he touches the image of Taehyung on the screen. "Not to mention his strength. Ahh, I really didn't expect to be thrown off the shelf on my first day here." Jeongguk then giggles softly to himself. "Well, I guess I deserve that," he muttered under his breath, recalling the time—that one time when he pushed Taehyung hard and made him crash against a shelf, which is exactly what Taehyung did to him today.

"He's still so petty... How cute," Jeongguk went on, stroking the length of Taehyung's hair on the screen. 

"I didn't realize how long his hair had grown... It suits him," Jeongguk pauses, suddenly thinking of how it would feel to wrap Taehyung's gorgeous long hair around his hand; what kind of sound—what kind of expression Taehyung will give off once he pulls it back rough and hard as he—"Fucking hell..." Jeongguk laughs at himself once again, unable to tear his eyes away from the alpha who is literally just a few feet from the outside of his office, and yet he couldn't do anything except helplessly stare at his stupid computer screen like an absolute creep. 

"I want— fuck, Tae... Hurry— hurry and forgive me already... I can barely control myself just thinking about all the fun things we can do right here..." Jeongguk adds, a sly grin curling up on his lips. 

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'Oh... How did we come to this?' Jeongguk then laments, as his mind goes back to his and Taehyung's first meeting. 

***

<FLASHBACK TEN YEARS AGO>

'This sucks... What the hell am I even doing here?' Jeongguk thinks as he walks the grounds of—apparently, the new school he'll be attending. 

 

 

If anyone would ask him, Jeongguk would say that he prefers to just skip this school year and then take his GED once he's in the mood to attend university; however, his father has always been adamant on having him graduate from the same high school as all the other alphas in their family did.

 

 

It's not even like Apgujeong High School is a prestigious private institution; it's a public school, but because Jeon Jungho values family traditions, he had Jeongguk move from Busan to Seoul immediately after learning that Jeongguk's biological mother had gone overseas just a week ago.

 

It is just like playing hide and seek.

 

Jeongguk will need to leave if Jeon Areum ends up in the same city with him.

 

Since his parents' messy divorce three years ago, Jeon Jungho's rule has made it appear as though Jeongguk's mother has some sort of contagious and incurable disease.

 

That is how much Jeon Junho despises his ex-wife, and it is also how much he despises his own son. 

 

'Fucking geezer, having me go through all this trouble.' Jeongguk groans, messaging Jun-yeol, their family's butler, to hurry up, since the latter is the one finalizing his admission and now speaking with the school principal. 

 

While waiting for Jun-yeol, Jeongguk decided to take a stroll around his new school, which then brought him here, outside the gym's indoor pool. 

 

The place is dark; it's definitely already closed, and Jeongguk has no plans of going in just to check out how nice or big the school's indoor swimming pool is. 

 

 

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Why don't you stay

 

 

He was about to leave and walk back to the main building.

He wasn't even interested in swimming.

Yes, he really was about to leave,

About to leave—when... 

 

 

'I'm here.'

 

"Huh?" Jeongguk had to turn back towards the entrance of the gym when he suddenly heard something—or at least it seemed like he did, as he wasn't even sure if he was just hearing things. 

 

'It hurts...' 

 

Jeongguk then hears the voice again; it wasn't even loud, just like a soft whisper— a silent plea echoing inside Jeongguk's head, luring him to enter the gym— and the moment he stepped in, he felt a sharp stabbing pain hitting him straight in the chest, causing him to wince and even stagger to his feet. Weird. 

 

"W-who's there?" Jeongguk asks, clutching his chest, but he hears nothing. 

"Hey!" Jeongguk exclaims in frustration as the ache in his chest worsens by the second, making him feel as if he's being stabbed to death over and over. 

 

'It hurts so much...' 

 

The strange voice whispers again. 

 

'Please make it stop...' 

 

"Who the fuck—" Jeongguk's own voice then got stuck in his throat as he shifted his gaze towards the pool just as the clouds in the night skies revealed the blue moon, illuminating the scene and allowing him to see the shadow that's slowly rising up, followed by the figure of a boy emerging from the water. 

 

Jeongguk wanted to say something, but he couldn't—he couldn't move—couldn't breathe. 

 

And as he locked gazes with the stranger, Jeongguk felt the pain in his chest disappear. 

 

Then he sensed something he hadn't ever experienced before: relief. 

 

'Was it you?' 

'Alpha?' 

'Why did you call for me?' 

'What do you want from me?' 

'What did you do to me?' 

Those were just a few of the questions that Jeongguk wanted to ask the stranger, but still he couldn't speak: too enthralled by the sight in front of him. 

 

'Is he even real?' Jeongguk thinks, unable to take his gaze away from the stranger's face, his sharp feline eyes shifting from amber to red; the alpha looks like a finely sculpted doll, too beautiful to even be deemed human.

 

The stranger's delicate and small face, lighted by the moon's silver-blue light, gives him an impression of a deity from another realm. His scent; a blend of cardamom, iris, and violet; wood and musk; it struck Jeongguk's senses like firelight in his face, burning wild under the indigo night sky above. It's comforting, yet intoxicating— so addictive that right at this moment, Jeongguk strangely wants nothing more but to close the distance between them and rub his nose all over the other alpha's damp skin. 

His skin— his skin, that is glistening like warm honey; drops of water sparkling like small flecks of diamonds under the moonlight, making him appear more ethereal than he already is. 

 

And yet, this beautiful—beautiful being, is marked with such hideous scars all over him. 

Cuts and burns, fresh wounds and bruises of all sizes; red and purple, marring his gorgeous tan skin. 

 

Beautiful— so beautiful that it is despicable—so despicable that it is pitiful. 

 

'I want him.' Jeongguk thinks, still staring at the stranger who's now swimming towards the edge of the pool, crimson eyes never leaving his. 

 

The stranger is now walking towards him, and Jeongguk's mouth is just gaping like a dumb fish. He's still frozen in place like he's under some kind of spell, causing his heart to race and pound loudly inside his chest. 

 

'Mine.'

'Mine.'

'Mine.' 

Jeongguk hears his wolf screams inside his head as he breathes in more of the alpha's rousing scent. 

 

It happened in an instant, almost like some kind of magic; when the stranger walked by Jeongguk, the world came to a standstill. He felt a strong gravitational pull; everything else darkened, and he was engulfed by a strangely familiar warmth, holding him as if embracing all of his broken parts.

 

Everything started spinning, and from the abyss that he seems to be in, exploded a million tiny stardust; someone's holding his hand—and then it stopped. 

 

Suddenly, he's in a space only god knows where, in front of the stranger who just got out of the pool.

They're looking at each other's eyes, baring all of their wounds. 

 

In a blink of an eye, Jeongguk felt like both his body and his soul are no longer his anymore. 

 

It doesn't make sense, but it appears that he now belongs to just one person. 

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Jeongguk then blinks, and he's back in the gym; the stranger is passing by him as if he couldn't see that he's standing where he is, and that just doesn't sit well with him.

 

'Oi, are you not gonna say anything?' 

'Why do you look like you're okay?' 

'Am I the only one feeling this way?' 

'How dare you? I don’t even know you...' 

'Stop. Don't leave... You cannot possibly just leave me right here.'

 

Suddenly, all of Jeongguk's bizarre yearning and need for the stranger morphed into anger—anger that turned into panic—panic that turned into desperation. 

 

"Name—tell me your name," Jeongguk finally was able to speak, prompting the other alpha to halt his steps but without even bothering to glance back at him. 

 

"Do I have to? I don't think so," The stranger coldly replies as he resumes walking, leaving Jeongguk standing there, fists clenched as he watches the other alpha move further away from him. 

 

"Hah..." Jeongguk breathes out deeply, his eyes shifting from red to pitch black as his face contorts to scowl. "Well, now I feel shitty..." Jeongguk mutters to himself, feeling that odd stabbing pain again inside his chest. 

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"You do not look well, young master. Should I call the family doctor?" Jun-yeol asks, driving as he glances at Jeongguk in the back seat through the rearview mirror. 

 

"Jun-yeol-ah... What do I do? I think I just got myself in big trouble." Jeongguk smirks, knowing t9 himself that his mind is already completely occupied by the mysterious stranger. 

 

 

<END OF FLASHBACK>

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Don't ever say love me

"Fuck..." Taehyung groans, now in the restroom, staring at himself in the mirror after washing his face with cold water. 

It's well beyond office hours, and Taehyung has already completed all of his tasks for the day. If he hadn't been promoted, he'd be at home by now, resting while waiting for Soo-hyuk, but instead he's still here—in the office—waiting for the damn new chairman to call it a day.

It's fine. 

Seeing Jeon Jeongguk is fine, working with him is fine as well; it's no big deal, they are bound to meet again anyway—but what isn't fine is how Jeongguk has been pestering him all day, calling him over to his office every ten fucking minutes for coffee, sandwiches, afternoon schedules, tomorrow's schedule, next week's schedule—ah, Taehyung's better off moving his desk as well as the entire floor's pantry right inside the boss' office, or maybe he could just quit... But no, quitting isn't really an option for him. 

Taehyung isn't dumb; he knows that man— he knows Jeongguk too well for him to be sure that the latter is acting this way on purpose. 

Jeongguk is deliberately and brazenly getting into his nerves with the intent to elicit whatever type of reaction he's likely to find amusing. 

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He did it before— and it worked. 

But not anymore. 

"Hah, I can't stand him... Should I just—kill him?" Taehyung asks, his eyes shifting to red involuntarily as he continues to stare at his own face. 

"Mhm... If you're planning to kill the chairman of the company you work for, don't you think you should've locked this restroom so you could prepare for it better?"

Taehyung then gripped the edge of the sink, watching as Jeon Jeongguk casually entered the restroom, locking the door before settling behind him. "What am I going to do with you, hmm? You're way too careless, Kim biseo," Jeongguk whispers into his ear, resting his chin over his shoulder, as if he's still allowed to do all of this with him. 

"You're behaving inappropriately right now, Jeon Sajangnim; I don't think you're supposed to be this close to your secretary," Taehyung says, gripping the sink's edge tighter, fighting against the urge to slap his boss straight in the face. 

"You think? Hah... Well, I disagree. I say, I can do whatever I want here," Jeongguk responds, about to press his lips against the crook of Taehyung's neck when Taehyung pushes him away, then grabs his tie so tightly that it nearly chokes him.

"Why? Why are you up my business again? Do you really want to end up dead? Don't worry— I'm," 

"You're what? You're working on it? Tell me, how are you planning to kill me, Kim biseo? Are you going to stab me? Shoot me? Strangle me? Beat me to death?— Or are you also going to burn me like you did to Park Joo-hyuk a few weeks ago? Do that then; whatever you want, however you want it done, though if it is up to me, I'd rather be the last one on your list… I don't think I'd be able to die peacefully without fulfilling my promise." Jeongguk says, smirking when he feels Taehyung tightening his grip on his tie. 

"Quit spewing nonsense— you and I both know you don't mean any of that." Taehyung replies, his jaw clenched, feeling his rage bubbling up as if he's about to lose it. 

"But I do."

"No, you don't," Taehyung asserts, heaving a lungful of air before releasing Jeongguk. "If you’re going to continue acting this way, you can expect my resignation tomorrow morning; I don't have time to play with the likes of you, Jeon Jeongguk," Taehyung adds. 

"You won't be able to escape me this time, Taehyung... Not after you kissed me— no— letting you go after that, and while you're finally here right now, is just plain stupid to me," Jeongguk says, the expression on his face darkening as he reaches out and takes a few strands of Taehyung's long locks, letting them glide through his fingers and then he leaned down and kissed the ends. "I know you know I've always been around... You know I didn't forget," Jeongguk says, shifting his gaze to Taehyung's eyes again. 

Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, not because he actually finds it funny but because he really doesn't know how to react—yes, he knows exactly what Jeongguk is talking about. 

"How could I not be aware when you've been so good at making it obvious?" Taehyung sneers. "Choi Woo-shik has been following me around for years, ever since I left the military. No matter where I stay, he's always next door or nearby, and for some reason, we ended up working within the same company... I don't know whether he's your friend or your dog, but do know that I've only put up with it because he's not getting in my way... However, if you start meddling in my affairs, I might not have enough patience to spare." Taehyung threatens as he releases more of his scent. 

"Oh, please, go easy on me... I am almost 30." Jeongguk heaves quietly, his blood running up to his cheeks; he then smirks wickedly as he seizes Taehyung's wrist and presses the latter's palm over his crotch, causing Taehyung to clench his teeth and his face to immediately flush pink. 

“You better stop releasing that scent of yours, Kim biseo... It will be far too humiliating for the newly appointed chairman to mess up his pants now, don't you think?" Jeongguk adds, letting Taehyung feel what's behind the evident dent in his pants, bulging through his trousers and resting just against his thigh. 

"L-let go, you disgusting little shit!" Taehyung cursed as he pulled his hand back, glaring furiously at Jeongguk, who only laughed, pushing his tongue against his cheek and taking a step closer to him.

"Little?" Jeongguk scoffs, peering down between his legs. "Mine is anything but little, though? Don't you remember?" he quips, which just irks Taehyung even more.

"Oh yeah? Want me to cut it off then?" Taehyung responds, with his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

"Mhm... I'd rather you not to. At least not when I haven't used it the way I wanted to yet." Jeongguk continues to tease, and Taehyung has had enough of it.

"Get lost, Jeon. I'm seriously not getting paid enough for this," Taehyung says, planning to leave when Jeongguk grabs his arm and stops him. 

"Have you ever wondered why you haven't been investigated yet, despite the fact that each member of Park Joo-hyuk's pit crew was questioned following the accident? Those guys knew what you looked like, yet none of them ratted you out. You may have thought you were able to cover your tracks, but it's only a matter of time before someone from that circle tracks you down." Jeongguk says, his tone more serious this time. "I can stop that from happening, Tae... I can make them act blind, deaf, and dumb—I can make you disappear, giving you more chances to attack," Jeongguk continues, turning to meet Taehyung's sharp gaze. "As you know, the view is always clearer from above—especially from where I am now," he says, tightening his grasp on Taehyung's arm. 

"Did you really think you could just barge back into my life as if nothing happened--.."

"I never left. You went into hiding, but I never left." Jeongguk firmly says. 

"What happened to the school— was it your doing?" Taehyung asks. 

"So you watch the news... That's good. How was it? Did you like it?" Jeongguk inquired, letting go of Taehyung's arm so he could brush his fingers through the latter's hair before cupping his face. "We're here now... You can finally do whatever you want— I won't stop you, nor will I disturb you... All I want is to stay by your side, so please—don't leave me this time," Jeongguk pleads, his eyes reverting to amber, his expression tinged with desperation. 

'He's making it sound so simple... As if those ten years hadn't been an endless torture for me... Right, this is exactly why I hate this guy,' Taehyung thinks, smirking to himself as he shakes Jeongguk's hold on him. 

"I'll pretend I didn't hear a thing about what you said. Tomorrow morning, my resignation letter will be at your desk." Taehyung says, turning away from Jeongguk, his hand lingering over the door knob as he was about to exit the restroom. 

"Actor Shin Hae-in just signed a contract with us as our new endorser... I also heard that Ahn Seung-hoon is looking for a sponsor... Jang Minho's family is one of KDC's business partners... Are you really going to quit working here now, Kim biseo?" Jeongguk asks, causing Taehyung to come to a halt.

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Taehyung then lets out a sigh. "Congratulations on your wedding, Jeon sajangnim," Taehyung replies coldly before leaving. 

***

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Romantic Homicide 

"Is there something bothering you? You've barely touched your dinner, and it's been a while since you asked to sleep here in my room," Soo-hyuk says, staring at the ceiling, while Taehyung does the same, resting on his back beside him on the bed.

Don't misunderstand; Taehyung and Soo-hyuk have never been intimate. It's just that from time to time, when Taehyung couldn't bear being alone on certain nights, he found it more comfortable to stay close to Soo-hyuk's side.

"Hyung... Should I just quit my job?" Taehyung says, his tone cold and flat, a clear indication that his mind is elsewhere right now.

"Do you want to?" Soo-hyuk asks, glancing at Taehyung. "Why? You've mentioned that you just got promoted, right? Are they giving you a hard time?" Soo-hyuk adds.

"Yeah... It's really getting troublesome now." Taehyung replies with a sigh. 

"Pfft... It's okay. Just try it out. The higher the position, the heavier the workload. It's only natural that you struggle at first, but once you get the hang of it—who knows? Maybe it'll turn out for the better." Soo-hyuk says, shifting to his side and facing Taehyung with a smile. 

Taehyung then glances at Soo-hyuk beside him, his eyes drawn on the other alpha's warm smile— thinking how bright he is that he's even dazzling even if it's already in the middle of the night. 

"You think so?" Taehyung says, his hand moving on its own, softly caressing Soo-hyuk's cheek, which made him realize why clearly someone like him doesn't deserve to be with a friend as kind and as bright as Soo-hyuk.

And whatever warmth this is, it isn’t real—it’s useless to him.

"Yeah... You'll do well, I'm sure... Still, if it gets too much, you can just quit; as you know, I always need an extra hand in my clinic," Soo-hyuk says, grinning cheekily and leaning his face on Taehyung's palm.

'Actor Shin Hae-in just signed a contract with us as our new endorser... I also heard that Ahn Seung-hoon is looking for a sponsor... Jang Minho's family is one of KDC's business partners... Are you really going to quit working here now, Kim biseo?'

"Next time... Maybe next time, hyung." Taehyung says, looking away and pulling his hand back from Soo-hyuk as he gets out of bed. 

"Huh? Where are you going? I thought you were going to sleep here?" Soo-hyuk asks, scratching the back of his neck, feeling a bit awkward now that Taehyung is suddenly leaving. 

"I forgot, I still have some work to do... I might stay up late tonight. Rest now, hyung. I'll be in my room." Taehyung says, heading out the door, biting his own tongue and clenching his fists. 

'Sorry, hyung—but there are still some things that I truly must do, and that's why I'm still here; living—existing even though I don't really want to,'

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Money Power Glory

<The next day...>

'Good morning, sir.'

'Good morning.'

'Good morning, chairman.'

Good morning, good morning, good morning—ugh, Jeongguk hasn't even reached his office yet, but he's already annoyed and exhausted; however, what really irked him the most was the fact that he didn't find Kim Taehyung behind his desk, where he was supposed to see him this morning.

'Did he actually quit?' Jeongguk thinks as he stares at Taehyung's empty chair, clicking his tongue in dismay.

"Is everything okay, chairman?" one of Jeongguk's employees inquires, since the alpha has been standing in front of Taehyung's desk for the last five minutes.

"Ah... Yes. Though, did you happen to see Kim biseo? He's not one to arrive late, isn't he?" Jeongguk asks,

"Oh, Kim biseo? I'm pretty sure I saw him earlier, sir; should I ask the others—" 

"Hah... No need. He'll come to me," Jeongguk replies, a smirk curling up on his lips as he hurries into his own office. 

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And there he is— standing next to Jeongguk's desk, his long hair gathered into a high ponytail, wearing his crisp black suit while still looking like a damn pretty princess.

"I've brought your coffee... Is there anything else you need me to bring?" Taehyung says, his eyes flashing bright red at the other alpha, who's already grinning like a lunatic in front of him. 

'Don't look too happy yet, you bastard... Two can play this game. I'll just take what I can get, and then we can all burn in hell,' Taehyung thinks, gritting his teeth as Jeongguk walks towards him.

"I should at least greet you, right? Then, good morning, Jeon Sajangnim," Taehyung states, about to bow his head in front of Jeongguk when the latter's palm catches his forehead, taking his hand and making him sit on the chairman's swivel chair before he kneels in front of him.

"Good call... Now— you do not need to beg or bow down to anyone... Let's have a lot of fun this time, alright?" Jeongguk says, placing a kiss on the back of Taehyung's palm and glancing up at him with that devil-may-care smirk on his lips. 

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Shivers (inst.)

It has been said that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results; and the more Taehyung stares at Jeongguk, who is still on his knees in front of him, the more certain he becomes that he has completely lost it.

Taehyung is pretty positive that he has been in this situation before—well, maybe not exactly, but this and that will most certainly have the same result.

Ten years is a long time; it hasn't even been a month since Taehyung reunited with Jeongguk—it hasn't even been 48 hours since they've begun breathing the same air in this office—and Taehyung's already getting the feeling that he's once again foolishly playing by Jeongguk's rules.

He is—once again— getting swayed by the same promises that ruined him before.

'Ah... This guy's back at it again.' Taehyung thinks, taking a deep breath and pulling his hand away from Jeongguk. "You have a meeting with the board of directors in an hour, Jeon Sajangnim," Taehyung says, standing up, still staring at Jeongguk, who just smirks in defeat, pushing his tongue on his cheek.

"Do I?" Jeongguk says, standing up as well.

"Apparently, it's about Ennead and KDC's new partnership, following your wedding, so your father will be present as well," Taehyung explains, getting the chairman's iPad from the desk and passing it to the latter so he can check the meeting agenda for today.

"I see," Jeongguk responds, glancing briefly over the files before shifting his gaze back to Taehyung. "Is that all? Don't you have anything else to say to me? Any questions about—"

"I do not trust you, Jeon— and I doubt that I'd ever will." Taehyung asserts, keeping a straight face, his gaze locked on Jeongguk. "The only reason I didn't leave was because it would be easier for me to end you if I'm here." he continues as he slowly approaches Jeongguk. "—here, by your side—watching your every move... Take this as my first and last warning, Jeon sajangnim. If you do not want to fear for your life every single day, then you best get rid of me right now and fire me from this company." Taehyung says, taking the cup of coffee from Jeongguk's desk and offering it to the other alpha who accepted it with a smile on his face.

"Did you make this?" Jeongguk asks.

"I did— and I took 'extra care' in preparing it..." Taehyung says, raising a brow at Jeongguk as if to challenge him, but the latter just smirks, taking a sip of the coffee Taehyung made 'especially' for him.

"Ahh... Bitter— just the way I like it," Jeongguk hums, placing the cup back to his desk as Taehyung rolls his eyes at him. 

"Tch."

"I know you won't do anything to me just yet, Kim biseo... You're smart, so you won't fuck up your own game by getting rid of one of your finest aces," Jeongguk states, leaning his palm on the desk with a sly smile on his face as if proving to Taehyung how confident he clearly is.

"So you really think you're an ace?" Taehyung scoffs. "I don't need you. I can take care of my business alone, and if there's anything I might need you to do, that would be you— keeping your mouth shut until I decide it's your turn to rot like the others," Taehyung asserts, as Jeongguk simply chuckles in response.

"Right, right..." Jeongguk coos as he walks towards the huge wooden shelf attached to the wall, pulling down one of the books in the right corner as if it were a lever, and thus unlocking the shelf, which appears to serve as a secret passage to another room connected to the chairman's main office. "But for now, please let this spineless guy be your henchman, okay?" Jeongguk adds, extending his arm towards the room and inviting Taehyung to enter. "After you,"

'Yeah— he really is insane,' Taehyung muses as he follows Jeongguk's lead, curious to see what he would gain— or lose—from this.

***

"Joo-hyuk-ah, I know you're going through a lot right now— but what you're saying—." Seung-hoon pauses as he glances at Hae-in and Minho, who are both with him in Park Joo-hyuk's hospital room, visiting the latter following his tragic accident a few weeks ago. "It's just not possible. Even the police confirmed that your car's faulty brakes were the cause of the collision. If you're going to sue anyone, then it should be your own pit crew— not someone who's— I don't know? Dead? Why would Kim Taehyung even attend your race, let alone be part of your official crew? I'm sorry, but that's just too odd for me to take seriously." Seung-hoon says, still skeptical of Joo-hyuk's claims. 

"I'm telling you... I-I know what I saw... It was him— he was there... H-he's wearing the same uniform as my guys and he— he smiled... Through my car window— that fucker smiled before I took off... He did this... Kim Taehyung— he wanted to kill me... He's gonna kill me..." Joo-hyuk says, trembling as he hugs himself and stares at his legs, which should still be there if the accident hadn't severed them. "H-he's crazy... It's been years and he's still holding a grudge for what we did back when we were kids... N-now look at me! Fucking look at me! I— w-what if he comes back? What if he comes after me again once he figures out that I'm still here? I—" 

"Joo-hyuk-ah... It's still too soon for you to get high, don't you think? You're still recovering— so take it easy on pills." Minho sighs, rising up from his seat, scratching on his brow as he checks at his wrist watch, clearly not persuaded by Joo-hyuk's rather ludicrous narrative. 

Why? Maybe because it doesn't make sense; they haven't heard anything about Kim Taehyung in a decade. Sure, Minho went hunting for him out of curiosity, but he came up empty-handed; it's as if Taehyung has just vanished off the face of the earth, and thus hearing Kim Taehyung's name now sounds like a big joke.

It's been years since then; they've all grown up and moved on—they're no longer in high school anymore—and all this chatter about their old punching bag is only making Minho rather bored.

"W-what did you say?" Joo-hyuk scoffs. "Do you honestly believe that I'm crazy enough to take anything while I'm like this?—You really don't believe me, do you?" Joo-hyuk asks, his gaze shifting among the other alphas in his room, those he'd considered his best friends since middle school. 

They're looking away. 

They're not even interested in hearing what he has to say. 

"Joo-hyuk-ah, why not just rest for now, and then—I don't know? Go overseas later? Don't worry about your legs, sure they won't grow back, but there's this thing called bionic legs nowadays— can you believe it? Bionic legs! I bet it would feel just like your old pair." Seung-hoon says, causing Minho and Hae-in to chuckle, while Joo-hyuk's face turns beet red in anger. 

"You guys just don't care, huh? I almost died and yet the first and only time you came to visit, you all look like you'd rather be anywhere else but here?" Joo-hyuk says as he clenches his fists, bitter tears streaming down his face.

"C'mon man, you're making it sound like we're such bad friends..." Minho says, taking a step closer to Joo-hyuk and placing a hand over the latter's shoulder. "I already warned you before, didn't I? Car racing isn't safe... I've always been worried about you my friend, that's why I tried to convince you to just work under me during my campaign— but what did you tell me? Ahh... 'I'm sorry, I'm busy.' Did you hear anything from me after that? Did I show you the slightest indication that I took that personally?" Minho continued as he leaned his head down closer to Joo-hyuk. "That's right— I didn't. I took care of my affairs and even sponsored your recent race... It's not like you're the only one who lost something after the accident, Joo-hyuk-ah. I lost money— a lot of it—because of you... But since I'm not a bad friend, and I truly, truly care about you, I'll let it slide... Just get well soon, and stop bringing up that old ghost. Just hearing his name makes me uncomfortable." Minho says, patting Joo-hyuk on back before he straightens up, heading out the door, followed by Seung-hoon and Hae-in. 

"Get well soon, man... Hye-sun and the twins are worried about you— I mean it." Hae-in says, pertaining to his wife and kids. 

"I-I don't care." Joo-hyuk mutters under his breath, turning towards Hae-in with a broken smile on his face. "I won't care anymore... That guy went after me— he will for you too— all of you... And when that time comes, I won't give a fuck anymore. I won't even care enough to say I told you so," Joo-hyuk says, while Hae-in just shakes his head in dismay before following the other two who are already outside the room.

***

<you can play this as you read.>

Rival

Taehyung felt rather perturbed from the moment he entered the hidden room in the chairman's office. He didn't know what was causing it at first, but as he looked around, the answer became obvious.

This room is awfully familiar. 

The layout—the design, and even some of the furniture. 

This room is almost identical to Taehyung's old house in Guryong. 

"How is it? Do you like it?" Jeongguk asks, sitting on the expensive looking couch that Taehyung is sure they didn't have at home before. "I added a few things for comfort, but overall, the place looks the same doesn't it? I had a hard time finding the exact tiles that were used to make the old sink at home, but in the end, I was able to complete it... Oh— and look, I even got the old refrigerator! I had it repaired and cleaned, of course, but it's the same one— see? Even the magnets are intact." Jeongguk says, looking so excited like a kid waiting to be praised, while Taehyung remained frozen in place, feeling probably the exact opposite of what Jeongguk was expecting of him— rage. 

"Kim biseo?" Jeongguk says, his brow furrowed as Taehyung takes long strides towards him and then— *SLAP!*

"How dare you..." Taehyung grumbles as he slaps Jeongguk across the face, the latter frozen in shock, his eyes wide, as if he truly has no idea why Taehyung is so upset right now. "How dare you touch these things? You have no right—"

"I-I want this place to feel like home..." Jeongguk mumbles, lowering his head. 

"Home? What do you know about home?—That was my home! Mine! You only stayed there for what? a week at most? So how dare you take these things as if they were yours?!" Taehyung explodes, holding back his tears, refusing to let Jeongguk see him crying.

Still, being surrounded by all of these familiar things hits Taehyung differently; it presses all the wrong buttons, making him lose it—making him appear much more miserable than he already is.

It surely brings back memories of the past, as well as all the other things he's lost—things he's been dreading being reminded of.

"I thought you'd like it," Jeongguk says, ignoring the dull pain in his chest as he stands up and turns his gaze to Taehyung. "I had it fixed the moment I got to this office because I thought you would like it," Jeongguk says, staring at Taehyung as if studying his expressions. 

"Well, I don't. There has to be a limit to your insanity, Jeon... Do not cross the line," Taehyung states, his body trembling involuntarily as Jeongguk advances and cups his face.

"Does this upset you?" Jeongguk says, pressing his forehead onto Taehyung's. "Does this upset you, Tae?" he asks again. 

"There's a reason I left everything in that place... You have no idea what I had to go through after what happened... And yet you dare to keep these things like some sort of souvenir? For what? Tell me— does my pain amuse you so much?" Taehyung asks, resisting the urge to sob, but he fails when Jeongguk lays his hand over his eyes, forcing them shut and letting his tears fall out.

"I didn’t mean to upset you," Jeongguk whispers, aware that Taehyung hates to let other people see him cry, so he decided to cover his eyes. "I kept all of this because I wanted to remember... Everything that you wish to forget— I want to remember all of them, that's it... This wasn't meant to mock you or all the things that you've gone through... I simply wanted to keep remembering— you," Jeongguk continues, his palm getting wetter by the second. "Because if I didn't, I don't know how I would have survived the past ten years without you," he adds, while Taehyung chews hard on his bottom lip to keep it from quivering.

"Fuck you," Taehyung murmurs, his eyes still covered by Jeongguk's hand, as he breathes in the other alpha's scent.

"It's okay for you to hate me— as you know, I don't really care about your feelings. I only want you to be with me—whether you're mad, crazy, or dying in pain—that's fine by me... But if you're still unsure about staying, don't even bother to ask me to get rid of these things; I won't. I'll hold onto them until you come to your senses and realize you really don't have anywhere else to go but here— with me... Do you understand what I mean?" Jeongguk says, as he removes his hand from Taehyung's face, smiling softly as the latter glares at him sharply.  

"You're despicable," Taehyung snarls, fists clenched, as Jeongguk leans in and kisses the traces of tears left on his cheek.

"Mhm... I know— so continue to hate me, Kim biseo... Stay with me while hating me— until you're finally able to kill me, alright?" Jeongguk replies, tenderly caressing Taehyung's hair as he pulls him into a soft embrace. "Now, if you're done throwing a fit, shall we discuss some things?" he asks, kissing the side of Taehyung's head before stepping back and taking the stacks of folders on the nearby desk—which, by the way, was Taehyung's old dining table back then. 

"I know you've done your own research— but here's mine... Do you wanna take a look?" Jeongguk asks, taking a seat on the couch and crossing his legs as he hands the files to Taehyung. 

Taehyung then shifts his gaze from the files to Jeongguk, and that disgusting sneer on the latter's face—no, Taehyung still doesn't know what exactly this guy is thinking.

Just as before, Jeongguk is doing whatever he pleases, and Taehyung hates the fact that right now, he's once again tempted to get swayed by him.

Sure, he's still not sure about Jeongguk's true intentions, but whatever bullshit it is, one thing is certain— and that is Taehyung's desire to wipe that smirk off of Jeongguk's face, and the most efficient way for him to do just that is if he plays the latter's game. 

"Yeah... Tell me everything—and fucking show me your worth, Jeon sajangnim." Taehyung says as he snatches the files from Jeongguk's hold. 

***

After almost an hour, Taehyung is back at his own desk outside Jeongguk's office, starting some of his tasks for the day as if his body is on autopilot while his mind is somewhere else. 

*Bzzt... Bzzt...*

The alarm on Taehyung's phone then goes off, notifying him of Jeongguk's scheduled meeting with the company's board of directors as well as some of the investors.

Taehyung's phone continued buzzing, but he couldn't bring himself to turn it off; it's as if he's in a trance, still thinking about his and Jeongguk's conversation earlier.

"Are we not ready yet, Kim biseo?" Jeongguk asks, walking up to Taehyung and casually turning off the latter's phone. Taehyung then lifts his gaze, keeping a straight face as Jeongguk's lips twist into a smirk. "So?" jeers Jeongguk. 

"Alright then, let us go." Taehyung says, heaving out a sigh as he gets up on his feet, bringing his laptop computer. 

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"Relax... Don't worry too much, it's not like you're going to mess up... I'm the one attending the meeting, all you need to do is be your pretty self and stay by my side," Jeongguk says as they walk through the hallways to the conference room. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about... There's no need for me to be worried indeed; this may be my first time working as someone's secretary, but I'm good at my job—old rich geezers won't faze me," Taehyung responds, and it's true. He's not really worried about this particular meeting; rather, he's concerned about the fact that Jeon Jungho—Jeongguk's father—will be attending.

Taehyung never feared death—he'd had a number of close calls back then—but what stuck with him the most was that single encounter he had with that man—Jeon Jungho.

Taehyung still failed to identify the exact feeling he got back then; Jeon Jungho didn't even touch him, but watching Jeongguk tremble in fear in that cursed basement made Taehyung be wary of the guy as well.

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"Eyes up, Kim biseo," Jeongguk says as he comes to a halt, forcing Taehyung to pause as well, lifting his gaze and seeing the two men approaching them. 

Lee Jun-yeol, as well as Jeon Jungho himself.

"Good morning, chairman," Jeongguk says as he and Taehyung lower their heads to greet the alpha in front of them.

Jeon Jungho's scent then began to reek all over the place, and Taehyung's heart is pounding inside his chest; it's been ten years, but merely standing in the man's presence still has the same effect on him. It's disgusting. 

"And who's this?" Jeon Jungho asks, nodding towards Taehyung who's standing behind Jeongguk. 

"Kim biseo. Will you introduce yourself to Ennead's chairman?" Jeongguk says, subtly glancing at Taehyung before releasing his own scent as if to overthrow that of his own father's. 

'If you still can't trust me— then at least make sure to always trust yourself.'

— That was what Jeongguk told him earlier today. So Taehyung then takes a deep breath before he lifts his gaze towards the older alpha who's currently staring at him. 

"Good morning, chairman Jeon... My name is Kim Taehyung, Jeon Sajangnim's personal assistant and secretary." Taehyung says, once again lowering his head, noticing that as soon as he did, Jeongguk began clenching his fists. 

Jeon Jungho then takes a step forward, his eyes flashing red as he hooks his index finger under Taehyung's chin, leading him to straighten up. "Have we met before, child?" Jungho asks, his eyes narrowing as if keenly studying Taehyung's face. 

"I'd rather you not lay a hand on my man, chairman," Jeongguk says, seizing his father's wrist, pushing it down and away from Taehyung, which made the older man scowl.

"Your man?" Jeon Jungho says, tauntingly raising his brow at his son. 

"Kim biseo works under me, so I hope you won't cross the line and act inappropriately... After all, we are in MY company." Jeongguk asserts, his eyes glaring red as he lets go of Jungho's wrist.

"Hah... Right," Jungho scoffs, rubbing his now aching wrist from Jeongguk's firm grip. "Then I assume you won't be needing Jun-yeol anymore is that right?" Jungho asks, staring Jeongguk down as the latter does a complete 360 bow.

"I appreciate your generosity, chairman... And yes, I won't need butler Lee anymore... I am certain that Kim biseo will be more than enough to assist me from now on," Jeongguk says, pulling himself up again, glancing at Jun-yeol, who has just subtly lowered his head at him without saying anything. 

"Good. Then, I hope YOUR company's performance won't disappoint me. I will see you inside— chairman Jeon of KDC," Jeon Jungho says before he and Jun-yeol enter the conference room.

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"You told me to relax, but you're the one who doesn't seem to be feeling well right now— wait! Hey!" Taehyung exclaims as Jeongguk grabs his wrist and pulls him into one of the nearby empty halls. 

"Just a minute... Give me a minute, please..." Jeongguk whispers, gritting his teeth and pushing Taehyung's back against the wall before burrowing his face in the crook of the latter's neck, nuzzling up on it, and leaving it with his scent. 

"That man's scent is absolutely disgusting... If you don't let me do this at least, then you should just cancel today's meeting," Jeongguk grumbles as he continues to scent Taehyung possessively.

"You're hopeless... You really haven't grown up one bit." Taehyung just sighs in defeat, turning his head to the side, giving Jeongguk more access to scent him.

Why?

Let's just say Taehyung is wise enough not to cause a commotion right now.

That's all there is to it, yes?

♠️

<you can play this as you read.>

Everybody wants to rule the world

'Ah, what a sight.' Taehyung thinks as he quietly gets into the line of faceless individuals in identical black suits and ties as him, all standing at the side of the conference room.

Faceless— except one.

Lee Jun-yeol, the Jeon's family's butler, also one of those whom Taehyung vividly recalls from his past. 

"It's good to see you again, Taehyung-ssi," Jun-yeol says quietly, his voice barely audible but clear enough for Taehyung to hear. "You've grown up quite well. I am relieved."

"And you're still a slave, I see," Taehyung says, his face expressionless as he stares blankly into space.

"That I am..." Jun-yeol responds with a soft chuckle, his eyes following Jeongguk as the younger alpha stands at the far end of the long table, prompting the others to rise and formally greet the new chairman of KDC.

"I might still be the same— but my young master surely has changed, don't you agree, Taehyung-ssi?" Junyeol asks, subtly glancing at Taehyung beside him.

"I'm not really sure about that. He's still the same nutcase to me," Taehyung states, shifting his gaze to Jeongguk, who's clearly the youngest alpha among all the others at the long table.

"Yet, he's holding his ground," Jun-yeol says, quietly huffing out a deep breath to keep himself from trembling due to the rather intense mix of dominant alpha pheromones in the air.

Each of the country's great families is led by its own dominant alpha, and the thing about dominant alphas is that it's in their nature to always be at the top, so whenever they're in the presence of someone in the same rank, they see it as a threat, making every meeting or gathering appear to be some sort of silent death battle.

However, it is a battle in which no one's blood should be shed in order to maintain peace and balance in high society. And thus, they use their pheromones to weed out the weak, creating a type of hierarchy that only they can perceive.

The ones with the weakest pheromones ought to receive lesser regard, which means they are unlikely to receive recognition and will have fewer business opportunities for their families, but those who are capable of holding their ground will be viewed worthy of their title and will be welcomed warmly within the respected circle.

Now, there's a reason why having an alpha as a right-hand man is a must for every chaebol in the country, and it's because of instances like this. In a room filled with dominant alphas ready to topple one another, any rank lower than an alpha would be unable to endure the amount of pheromones they would be inhaling, passing out cold the instant they stepped in.

Jun-yeol, like the others who work directly under the heads of their own families, is a recessive alpha; yes, they can stay on their feet during official meetings like these, but that doesn't mean they're not having difficulties breathing.

The pheromones emitted by dominant alphas are so strong that when inhaled, they instantly induce fear. Each breath they take in feels like their throats are being slashed repeatedly, which is why recessive alphas like Jun-yeol needed to train for years just to be able to remain standing.

"You are allowed to cover your nose, if it's too much. Both you and the young master Jeon are still new to this, so the members of the board agreed to be lenient—" Jun-yeol wasn't able to finish what he was about to say when he glanced at Taehyung and saw that the latter is breathing okay; the younger alpha looks so calm and unaffected that even his eyes hadn't shifted from their original state— no, actually, they changed, but rather than appearing red, they are now pitch black, like that of an endless abyss.

"Taehyung-ssi, you—"

"I guess you're right... He really is holding up." Taehyung says, his gaze fixated on Jeongguk. "His scent had just vanquished everyone else's... What a cocky bastard," Taehyung continues, his eyes reverting to amber after just a single blink.

'Ah... I guess, I really have nothing to worry about.' Junyeol thinks as he smiles to himself.

"Now, thank you all for coming here despite the short notice... Please allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Jeon Jeongguk, the new chairman and CEO of KDC—." Jeongguk begins, his eyes glowing crimson, as he looks at everyone's sweaty and scowling faces.

***

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"Wow, that took a lot longer than I expected." Jeongguk groans, sinking in his swivel chair as soon as he and Taehyung return to his office after the meeting.

"It's already past lunchtime; do you need me to bring you food or anything before your next meeting?" Taehyung says, handing Jeongguk his iPad so he can check the rest of his schedules for the day.

"Mhm... I'm not really hungry per se; rather than food, I think I need something else," Jeongguk replies, crooking his fingers a few times, inviting Taehyung to come closer.

"Are you going to act inappropriately again, Jeon sajangnim?" Taehyung asks, even though he is now standing in front of the other alpha. 

"Hey... Don't be so cold. I did good back there, didn't I?" Jeongguk whines, holding Taehyung's sides as he nuzzles his face onto the latter's stomach.

"Your dad didn't seem to recognize me back there," Taehyung remarks.

"Well, that's not really surprising, given that he's not someone who remembers anyone he deems a lesser human." Jeongguk shrugs as he giggles and scrunches his nose, liking the mild scent of Taehyung's clothes. "Now tell me I did good," he says, still waiting to be praised by Taehyung.

"Was it really supposed to be a big deal? Wasn't that part of your job now that you took over your wife's family business?" Taehyung says, looking and sounding so bored as he turns towards the full glass windows in Jeongguk's office, still with Jeongguk clinging onto his waist. 

"I guess so," Jeongguk replies, smiling as he sighs in defeat. "But can't you pat my head at least? Tell me you're proud of me." Jeongguk says, looking up at Taehyung as the latter meets his gaze. 

"Do I have to? Is that part of my contract too? As far as I know, I am only supposed to be the new chairman's secretary, and yet it appears now that I'm also your personal assistant— basically taking over Lee Jun-yeol's job... So you tell me, is this—" Taehyung pauses as he eyed the way Jeongguk's hugging his waist. "And that, part of my job now?" he says, his red eyes glowing bright at the other alpha, as Jeongguk grabs a few strands of his hair and kisses the ends of it. 

"If I say that it is, will you pat my head then?" Jeongguk asks, smirking coyly at Taehyung again. 

'This fucker's getting in my nerves again.' Taehyung thinks, gritting his teeth, looking somewhat disgusted as he places his palm flat on top of Jeongguk's head. 

"Hah... There, that feels so good, Kim biseo... I did what you wanted, didn't I? Even though you still won't tell me anything, I knew you wanted to see everyone whom you'll be going up against... Well, it'll be a bit tough to gather those four fuckers from high school for now, but at least I was able to summon their parents… You've already met some of them before, right?" Jeongguk asks, pertaining to the parents of Jang Minho, Park Joo-hyuk, Shin Hae-in and Ahn Seung-hoon, who were all present in the meeting earlier. "So— how was it? Meeting those geezers again, I mean?"

<you can play this as you read.>

Lilith

'D-dad...' 

 

'T-Taehyung-ah, Taehyung-ah, what are you doing? You get on your knees too... Say something... Just apologize alright? I'm sure these good people will change their minds--..' 

 

'Ah... That's right. Listen to your dad, Taehyung-ah... I mean, I am indeed in pain— but you know me, I'm not really that heartless... We've been 'friends' for so long, and although I am quite disappointed that you took whatever the cause of your anger on us, if you apologize properly, you might get at least a bit of leniency... Suspension—perhaps?'

 

Suddenly, Taehyung feels like he's been transported back to the time when he was in Apgujeong high school, inside the principal's office. 

He is seeing those eyes again. 

Sharp, cruel and unforgiving, staring at him as if God has already forsaken him. 

'Tae, did you hear that? T-that's better than expulsion, right? Right? C'mon... Just say sorry... Just—' 

His father— Kim Taesoo, was on his knees, begging desperately for his son's dreams not to be ruined.

And yet, it was all for nothing.

How does it feel?

How does it feel to see those heartless people again? Well, Taehyung couldn't really explain it, but it surely wasn't satisfying enough for him.

All he did was stand in the corner.

Just like before, he still wasn't able to do anything.

Next thing Taehyung knew, he was already curling his fingers on Jeongguk's hair, grabbing it tight and pulling it down, forcing Jeongguk to lean his head back and look at him.

'I wasn't able to do anything—but this guy... This damn buffoon was able to go toe-to-toe with those pretentious fogeys. He wasn't just some alpha at the long table— he was there in the middle, overwhelming everyone merely with his presence and a bit of his pheromones.' Taehyung thinks, still staring at Jeongguk, who's just grinning cheekily at him. 

"Uhm... I don't really mind getting bald, but this kinda hurts, Kim biseo... Do you really hate my hair so much?" Jeongguk smiles, wincing slightly when Taehyung tightens his grip on him—and then he lets go, flattening his palm on his hair, gently patting the top of Jeongguk's head, causing Jeongguk's eyes to widen and sparkle in sheer astonishment.

"Kang Raewon didn't attend the meeting. Why is that?" Taehyung asks, batting his lashes as Jeongguk continues to stare at him, looking all drunk as if he's really been drinking.

"Oh, Kang Raewon, my father-in-law? Why? Is he one of your targets too?" Jeongguk wonders, unable to tear his gaze away from Taehyung as the latter gently rakes his fingers through his hair.

"Mhm... yeah, and so is your wife, though I have no idea what she looks like right now— it's been ten years after all," Taehyung replies, releasing a small amount of his pheromones, causing Jeongguk to let out a silent groan.

"Ahh... Shit. You— you're really something, y'know?" Jeongguk chuckles, sighing in defeat, his cheeks flushing pink. "This is actually the first time I'm hearing this... Tell me, what did the Kang's do to you, Kim biseo?" Jeongguk asks as he breathes in more of Taehyung's scent.

Taehyung then stares at Jeongguk's crimson eyes, as his mind brings him back to that night. 

<FLASHBACK 10 YEARS AGO>

"A-anyone! Please! Help! Help— my dad... My dad needs help... PLEASE! HELP US!" Taehyung screams, and just as he's about to be assisted, the emergency room door slides open, followed by a girl who is around his age, pushing a man in a wheelchair, accompanied by more than a dozen men in black suit and tie. 

 

"Someone please help us! Doctor!" the girl exclaims, and the entire hospital appears to have turned upside down. 

 

"Oh my gosh! Director Kang!" one of the doctors on duty exclaims, rushing past Taehyung and Taesoo to reach the guy in the wheelchair. 

 

"Doctor... My father... My father needs help," Taehyung pleads, hating how his voice suddenly sounded so weak, as if he's shrinking—as if he's slowly ceasing to exist. 

 

"Ms. Kang, what happened to the director this time? Did he have another headache?" The doctor inquires of the young lady as he examines the elderly man who is being moved to a bed. 

 

"H-hey... You're kidding me, right?" Taehyung murmured under his breath, seeing the last available bed in the emergency room be taken by an elderly guy who appears to be in good enough condition to stay awake. 

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—"Oi, Kang So-hee... You're making a fuss out of nothing. I told you I just got dizzy."

 

—"Still, we still have to have you checked! I'm worried about you, y'know?" 

 

—"Aigoo... Our So-hee really loves her dad, huh? You're really lucky to have such a sweet daughter, director Kang." 

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"Dr. Lee!" Taehyung's gaze followed the nurse, seeing him whisper something to the doctor; the doctor then just gave Taesoo a brief glance, slightly shaking his head, before returning his attention to the girl and the elderly man with a smile on his face. 

 

—"Why?" the girl asks, "Is there a problem, doctor?" 

 

—"Ah, no, Miss... don't worry... I'll take care of that later; for now, how are you feeling, director?" The doctor says, pressing the bell of his stethoscope on the elderly man's chest. 

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 "We're invisible... They can't see us... I—I'm sorry... I'm sorry, dad..." Taehyung says, dropping to his knees, noticing the small amount of blood streaming from Taesoo's ears. "Help us... Please... We're here. We're still— we're still alive..." 

 

<END OF FLASHBACK>

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"So?" Jeongguk asks again,

"Nothing much... I just have a feeling that I would like it a lot if I see them crawl down to the mud." Taehyung replies absentmindedly, his finger brushing through Jeongguk's hair before they slide down and cup the latter's face. "You said you'd give me anything I wanted. So, will you help me— destroy your wife and her family?" Taehyung adds, deliberately letting his eyes shift from crimson to amber as he releases more of his pheromones, feeling Jeongguk's jaw clench against his palm, watching his eyes roll back as he breathes out a deep moan.

"Yeah... Anything—anything you want, angel..." Jeongguk murmurs, his gaze still burning as he tightens his grip on Taehyung's waist. "Though—" Jeongguk pauses, a crooked smile curling up to his lips, "I know how you hate being someone's charity case... Don't you think you should give me a bit of motivation? Make this deal more of a two-way street?" Jeongguk continues, eliciting a laugh from Taehyung. 

"I've been asking you what exactly you want from me all this time... You keep on telling me that you need nothing but me— now that I've bit the bait, you're finally showing your true colors, huh? So—what is it that you want?" Taehyung asks, his eyes turning red once again. 

"Still the same... You— I want you—just you—only you," Jeongguk whispers, his palms sliding down to Taehyung's hips, pulling the latter closer to him. "How about I take something from you every time I do something good—every time I do anything that pleases you?" 

"Hah," Taehyung chuckles bitterly. "I didn't realize ten years could ruin someone's memory this badly... Jeon sajangnim, have you forgotten that I am someone who has nothing?" Taehyung says, raising his brow tauntingly at Jeongguk. 

"I’m not sure if we're on the same page, but just to be clear— I am not talking about any worthless material things here... What I want— I am already looking at it right now." Jeongguk says as he lightly pushes Taehyung back so he can stand up. "This," Jeongguk continues, brushing his thumb against the side of Taehyung's eye, going down to his nose and his lips, "This and this..." He added, now running his palm from the crook of Taehyung's neck to his chest, his sides and his hips. "You said that you have nothing but yourself; fortunately, that is exactly what I need... So, for each of my good deeds, will you let me have a piece— of yourself I mean? Bit by bit, I want to own you completely." Jeongguk says, his hands now back on Taehyung's face as he leans in, breathing just an inch away from his lips. 

Taehyung then shifts his gaze to Jeongguk's lips, and from there, he begins recalling every bit of the misery he suffered over the last ten years. 'You're still so greedy, I see. Fine, if that's what it takes for you to be more useful to me.' Taehyung thinks, tilting his head just slightly and placing a chaste kiss on the side of Jeongguk's lips. "Then I guess, we have a deal." he smirks, leading Jeongguk to let out a rather animalistic growl, clutching his waist tight as he tugged him closer. 

"Fucking hell, Taehyung—" 

*knock... knock...* 

"Shit." Jeongguk groaned when they suddenly heard a knock on the door, which then prompted them to step away from each other. 

"We're not done here, Kim biseo." Jeongguk says with a hint of warning in his tone. 

"Well, I'm not sure about that." Taehyung sneers as he walks to the door, and as soon as he opens it, he sees another familiar face from his nightmare before. 

"Tch, don't you have a vent? It stinks here." Jeon Sohee asks, lightly covering her nose as she barges inside Jeongguk's office. "I've been trying to reach you since earlier. Dad asked us to come over for dinner." She adds, walking straight towards Jeongguk, completely ignoring Taehyung. 

"Ahh... Is that so?" Jeongguk says, and yet his eyes are locked on Taehyung who's still standing by the door. 

"Yeah... By the way, is this really your office? It's quite small don't you think? If I remember it correctly, dad used to have a way bigger room than this." Sohee says as she scans Jeongguk's office. 

"Really? Well, I think it’s just fine." Jeongguk smiles, noticing how Taehyung clenches his fists, taking a deep breath before turning to face them again. 

"I will be at my desk, sajangnim." Taehyung says, lowering his head a bit, aiming to leave the chairman's office. 

"Wait." Jeon Sohee says, causing Taehyung to halt his steps. 

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself? You're my husband's secretary, right?" She asks, and for some reason, the moment Taehyung heard the word 'husband' from her mouth, his stomach suddenly turned in disgust, followed by a sharp stabbing pain in his chest that made him instantly sweat, his face turning pale. 

"Oh, I didn’t mean to be rude, madam. My name is Kim Taehyung, Jeon Sajangnim's personal assistant and secretary," Taehyung says, keeping his head low to be polite. 

"I see." Sohee says as she walks towards Taehyung. "Lift your head." She adds, narrowing her eyes as Taehyung straightens up. "You look familiar, have we met before?" she asks, her gaze drawn to Taehyung's face, until she notices Jeongguk on his side, his arm looping around the back of her waist.

"Actually— Kim biseo has been with KDC for a year already before I came here... Maybe that's the reason why he seems familiar to you Sohee-ssi." Jeongguk adds, gazing warmly at his wife as he turns to face Taehyung again. 

"Oh, really? Anyway, please cancel his schedule for today, Kim biseo. I kinda need to take this guy with me." Sohee says, now smiling at Taehyung, oblivious to the fact that Taehyung is gritting his teeth behind his expressionless face. 

"Yeah, do that then. Sorry, I guess I have no choice but to leave everything under your care now, Kim biseo. You're free to clock out early as well." Jeongguk says, and yet all Taehyung can see now is the way Jeongguk is holding his wife’s waist. 

"I understand, sajangnim. Then—" Taehyung replies, biting his tongue and swallowing his pride as he lowers his head once more. 

"Thanks." Jeongguk grins as Taehyung stands up straight again. "Then, shall we?" Jeongguk asks Seohee. 

"Right. Nice to meet you again, Kim biseo." Seohee adds as she heads out of the office first.

"Good work today, Kim," Jeongguk whispers as he walks past Taehyung, extending his index finger and then subtly brushing it against the back of the latter's palm.

***

<you can play this as you read.>

Gasoline

It's already past 7 p.m., when Taehyung finished all of his tasks for today; he's already gotten a couple of text messages from Soo-hyuk, asking him what he wants to have for dinner, and yet Taehyung doesn't really know what to say to him— he doesn't even feel like going home. 

The pain in his chest hasn't gone away since Jeongguk left the office, and even if it's faint, he can still feel it every time he breathes.

It's strange.

He's tried all day to distract himself with work, but he can't stop thinking about Jeongguk and how he smiled and held his pretty little omega wife earlier.

"Shameless," Taehyung muttered under his breath, clenching his fists hard, thinking about how good an actor Jeongguk has become for him to act so nonchalantly around his wife, just seconds after behaving like a frazzled puppy in front of him.

Taehyung knew that he shouldn't even be surprised to see Kang Sohee— Jeon Sohee, or whatever in the office, given that the Kang's practically founded KDC. 

Actually, the reason Taehyung accepted KDC's job offer in the first place was to see Kang Raewon and his daughter Sohee again after 10 years; however, what Taehyung didn't expect was for their encounter to be this unpleasant, now that Jeon Jeongguk had entered the picture. 

Taehyung knows that he has no right to be upset. Jeon Seohee is now Jeongguk's wife, and he's just a nobody in the other alpha's life; nonetheless, for some reason, Taehyung almost lost himself earlier. In fact, if Taehyung hadn't bitten his own tongue until he tasted his own blood, he's certain he was about to rip the omega's throat apart the moment she called Jeon Jeongguk her husband—which is odd. 

"Fuck..." Taehyung sighs, clasping his chest, feeling it tighten again. 

*Ring... Ring...*

He can't breathe. 

It's suffocating. 

*Ring... Ring...*

Soo-hyuk is calling. 

*Ring... Ring...*

Taehyung's wondering what Jeongguk and Sohee are doing right now. 

Are they having dinner? 

Could they be holding each other's hands under the table? 

Are they smiling? Laughing? Touching each other? 

Bullshit. 

*Ring... Ring...*

"Hello, hyung." Taehyung says, hating how his voice trembled as soon as he answered the phone. 

—"Tae, I'm on my way home right now, do you want me to get you anything—.."

"I don't think I can go home tonight, hyung... I— I got some work to finish, so..." Taehyung pauses, loosening his tie as he grabs his bag. "I'm sorry... I'll see you tomorrow." Taehyung says, ending the call before Soo-hyuk could even reply. 

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"Yeah, I can't do this right now," Taehyung says to himself, leaving his car in the company's basement parking lot and hailing a cab to the nearest pub. 

There, Taehyung found himself ordering glass after glass of red wine, hands trembling as he lit his nth cigarette, wanting to forget everything that had happened today, such as him, meeting Jeon Jungho, Lee Jun-yeol, Minho's and his lackey's parents, as well as Jeon Sohee. Taehyung really thought he could handle it— if they had come to him one at a time, then he could've managed it properly, but meeting every single one of those monsters at the same time turns out to be too much for him.

"Hey, need some company? I'm free," a younger male omega offers, winking as he places his arm over Taehyung's shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm actually just on my way to the restroom... If you're free, why not come with me?" Taehyung says absentmindedly, his eyes turning red involuntarily.

"Straight to the point, huh? I like that. Let's go, alpha..." The omega giggles, taking Taehyung's wrist and pulling him towards the pub's restroom—and from there, Taehyung decided to just yield to his instinct.

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"Nngh... W-wait... Too deep... Aaghh! Not too fast, please... Ahh!" The omega sobbed, clutching the sink's edge as Taehyung continued to pound into him. 

Taehyung hasn't drank much, but he's about to pass out—not from the alcohol, nor from the pleasure of being inside a pretty omega, but from disgust. 

Sure, this isn't the first time Taehyung has slept with and messed around with a stranger, but something about this feels different for him right now.

At the very least, he doesn’t feel—normal.

'Stop... You don't wanna do this, Tae...' Taehyung then began hearing Jeongguk's voice echoing inside his head, and when he looked at his reflection through the mirror, he saw the other alpha’s face... He's standing behind him, his hand wrapped around his neck. 

"S-shut up..." Taehyung mumbles as he thrusts his hips faster. 

'I am here now... I came back... I came back to you, Tae... Isn't that what you wanted?' 

"P-please... Nngh... I-it feels good, but—but I don't wanna cum yet, so please slow down—.." The omega continues to moan, and yet Taehyung's too far gone to hear him anymore. 

'I know you, Tae... This isn't what you want... What you want— is me... Just me— so why not you just fucking admit it already? C'mon... Don't be such a pussy,' 

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" 

"Ahh! W-wait!" cries the omega as Taehyung takes him by the neck and pushes his face down to the sink, eyes glazed with tears. He then looks up and sees the alpha's pitch-black gaze, causing his legs to quickly weaken and give up on him. 

'Ahh... Right— this guy isn't him,' Taehyung thinks, snapping out of his trance when he gets a good look at the omega's face. He then released the omega and pulled out from him as well. 

Suddenly, he's not in the mood anymore. 

"Sorry... I guess I got a little carried away," Taehyung states as he fixes his trousers and prepares to leave when the omega snatches his wrist.

"Wait! It's fine... I really liked it— I just wanted you to slow down a bit," the omega pleads, releasing more of his sweet scent into the air, but Taehyung is too distraught right now to care. 

"I really don't feel like doing it anymore. Sorry," Taehyung says, removing the omega's hand off of him as he exits the restroom. 

"Hey! At least tell me your name! Hey!" The omega frantically exclaims, pulling his pants up and chasing after Taehyung, but it's too late, the alpha has already hopped on in a cab before he could even reach him. 

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"Where to, sir?" The cab driver asks Taehyung. 

"KDC, building." Taehyung says, massaging the bridge of his nose as he stares out the car windows. 

***

"Don't tell me, you're sleeping out again? The help— even our neighbors are talking now, Jeongguk. They're starting to notice how you're almost never home, and I bet that's the reason why dad called us for dinner... Now, if you want this marriage to work, then don't you think you at least have to do the bare minimum?" Sohee asks as their car arrives in front of their house, and Jeongguk looks like he has no plans of stepping out. 

"I will see you at home tomorrow, Sohee-ssi—" 

"Sohee-ssi, Sohee-ssi, we're already married, and you can't even address me informally?! I know I agreed to your terms but I refuse to appear like a fucking pathetic lonely house wife in front of others! Can't you at least look at me?! Hey!" Sohee continues to complain, about to grab Jeongguk's arm when the latter stopped her by seizing her wrist, eyes flashing red at her. 

"Do not cross the line." Jeongguk warns, looking Sohee straight in the eyes for a brief second before he lets go, stepping out of the car and opening the door for the omega. "Go inside and sleep." Jeongguk adds, his tone stern, his gaze cold, leaving Sohee with no other choice but to heed his word. 

"Fine, you fucking brute." Sohee then just rolls her eyes, rubbing her wrist as she exits the car and heads inside the house. 

<you can play this as you read.>

The night we met

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"Hah... This is getting annoying," Jeongguk sighs, clasping his chest, now unable to ignore that sharp stabbing pain he has been feeling since he left the office. 

***

Taehyung has no idea what he's doing or why he's in the hidden room inside the chairman's office; nevertheless, here he is, lying on the floor—on the same mat they used to have at home before.

Ah, Taehyung swore he truly hated how Jeongguk tried to replicate his old home, but somehow, it is still where he finds himself looking for comfort. 

'Pathetic.' Taehyung thinks, curling up on the floor, staring at the silver-blue moon through the full glass windows, his lids fluttering heavier by the second. 

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. 

It was well past midnight when Jeongguk got back to his office in KDC building from Cheongdamdong. He usually stays in his own apartment in Gangnam, but for some reason, he had a strange feeling that he'd feel more comfortable in his office tonight; and as soon as he opened the door leading to his makeshift hideout, Jeongguk knew the reason why.

"What am I gonna do with you, really?" Jeongguk smirks as he carefully scoops up the sleeping Taehyung from the floor, bringing them both to the couch, where he sat Taehyung on his lap, tightly holding him in his arms. "Didn't I tell you—this feels exactly like home?”

♠️

*Bzzzt... Bzzzt...*

Jun-yeol winces as he hears his phone buzzing; the room is now dark and empty, meaning that Jeong Jungho is most likely no longer here, and that gives Jun-yeol a sense of relief. He then gets out of bed, picks his shirt off the floor to hide at least a bit of his nakedness, and limps towards the desk, where his phone is, so he can answer the call.

"It's me," Jun-yeol says, knowing full well who's behind the unregistered number since there's only one person who would contact him at this awful hour.

—"You haven't called me in a month, Lee Jun-yeol. I heard that the puppy got married."

"He did, roughly two weeks ago, actually," Jun-yeol replies, clutching his phone tightly in his hand as the person on the other end of the line sighs.

—"And the explosion in Apgujeong—was he the one behind it? The puppy, I mean?"

"Yes," Jun-yeol says, causing the other person to break into a laugh.

—"Hah... Sorry, I just find it so funny. He is exactly like his father, don't you think? And yet, that same puppy Jeon Jungho raised will be the one to end him someday. How ironic, isn't it?"

"Madam." Jun-yeol pauses, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the kid who stood at the front door for weeks after his own mother had left him, and when the boy realized that his mother wouldn't be returning, he burst into tears for the first time in all of his years. "I beg to disagree. I think that the young master—no, your son is nothing like his father, madam."

—"Oh, really? Do you honestly believe that? Tell me, isn't he also smitten by another male alpha, whom I've heard currently works as his own secretary at the same company he acquired after marrying into his wife's family? I'm sure you've heard a tale like this before. After all, you're still probably living in it, Jun-yeol." 

"I know it's not my place to speak, but I'd rather you don't hold the young master accountable for his father's sins... Everything is going as planned, madam,"

—"If it is, then why am I still waiting? Why exactly is Jeon Jungho still breathing?"

Jun-yeol couldn't help but drop his head, biting his lips to keep them from trembling. He feels for his young master, but a part of him understands where this woman is coming from since Jun-yeol has also been longing for the same thing for many, many years.

They both want Jeon Jungho to disappear. 

"The young master grew up to be rather thorough and meticulous; he's never impulsive—never impatient; nonetheless, he's always kept his eye on his goals; so I have faith that we can expect a more pleasing result soon," Jun-yeol says, curling his fists on his shirt and clasping the fabric tightly as he remembers all the horrors that have happened before, which led them to this situation. "I know it's not easy for you... But if you'd allow me, I'd ask you to at least trust your own son, even if it's just a little... The boy had suffered too, and you know that, Areum-ah," Jun-yeol adds, uttering the woman's name for the first time in years.

Jeon Areum: the woman who had loved and had given up her all, praying that her love would be returned— and yet she had been scorned, for the man she loved turned out not to have a heart at all, shamelessly pining after another alpha within their highly regarded household.

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The Jeon residence used to house three broken souls.

Jeon Areum—now Song Areum— who was once married to Jeon Jungho,

Jeon Jungho, who shifted into a monster with his eyes set on his own right-hand man, Lee Jun-yeol,

Lee Jun-yeol, who's still foolishly in love with Song Areum,

—"As he should. Do not forget, Jun-yeol—that boy whom you are so fond of, came from a heartless woman and a devil of a father. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ending Jeon Jungo—that is the only use of that boy to me."

Areum says, cutting the call before Jun-yeol could even say anything.

"Heartless, you say? If so, then why are you still in pain?" Jun-yeol mutters under his breath, leaning his back against the wall, facing the full-length mirror, and staring at his own reflection.

***

<you can play this as you read.>

Burning desire

Orange blossoms, honeysuckle and vanilla.

"What could you possibly be doing before coming here, Kim biseo? You smell disgusting," Jeongguk asserts, unaware that his eyes have just shifted to pure onyx black, the moment he starts catching on to the sweet scent of an omega that's still lingering all over Taehyung as he continues to hold the latter in his arms.

Taehyung is still sleeping, his head slung back, his long dark hair flowing like an endless waterfall, as Jeongguk supports his head by the nape, mainly to have a closer look at Taehyung's current state.

"How disappointing," Jeongguk mutters under his breath, taking in the sight of Taehyung's now crumpled shirt, the top three buttons left undone, a few scratches on his neck, and the fact that he currently stinks of booze and the stench of some filthy omega he probably just met.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what Taehyung was up to before bringing himself back here in the office; it just took one whiff for Jeongguk to realize Taehyung had touched someone in a rather intimate way—perhaps too intimate for Jeongguk to bear.

Jeongguk's stomach began to turn in disgust, his hands trembling as he laid Taehyung down on the couch; he then hovered over the latter and released a dangerous amount of his own pheromones.

"Why do you always do this? If you needed someone to touch you that badly, all you had to do was come to me. I would've been able to take care of everything." Jeongguk mumbles quietly, his hands moving on their own, pressing around Taehyung's throat as if to strangle him. "Why? Why do you always hurt me, Taehyung?" Jeongguk asks, his whole body trembling involuntarily as he resists his urge to choke the other alpha in his sleep.

"I've been patient. For years, I have waited and waited for you to come to your senses. I even let a lot of your bullshit slide, believing that once we're back together, the pain you have been endlessly inflicting on me will stop. And yet—" Jeongguk pauses as he tightens his grip on Taehyung's neck, keeping the pressure until he sees Taehyung wince in his sleep, still unconscious, probably due to all the alcohol he had consumed before coming here.

'It's so easy—so fucking easy—for me to just break your neck right here and end both of our misery... So why?' Jeongguk lamented as he withdrew his hands from Taehyung's neck. "Why can't I do it? Why can't you look at me? Why can't you just be mine?" Jeongguk sighs as he straddles Taehyung's waist, now softly caressing the latter's face.

"You're just so fucking beautiful that it hurts— it hurts to hurt you, angel... So please don't make me," Jeongguk adds, softly taking Taehyung's chin, pulling it down a bit to part the latter's mouth, and then brushing his thumb against his lips, feeling how supple and soft it is. "Have I really been asking for too much? It's not like I started this, right? You were the one who called me out. You wanted me first. So why does it seem like I'm the only one who's desperate here?" Jeongguk wonders to himself as he slips two of his digits inside Taehyung's mouth, feeling the hot and wet surface of the latter's tongue, and then he starts sliding it in and out— in and out—slowly, letting his fingers feel each corner of the other alpha's mouth.

"Fuck... Why did you have to come here tonight? No, why would you even think it was a good idea to come here— in MY place, while smelling like some random dirty omega?" Jeongguk asks, his voice deeper than usual, while his fingers continue to explore the insides of Taehyung's mouth.

"Am I really not even one of your options? No, I am sure that is not the case. So why do you keep on denying it, Tae? Why is it that every time I take a step closer, you take three steps back—as if you're so disgusted by my touch? Tell me... Do you really hate me that much?" Jeongguk asks, taking a deep breath as he is about to pull his hand back— only for him to flinch, his eyes shooting wide open when Taehyung suddenly grabs him by the wrist, pitch black eyes staring back at him.

"Hah, so you're up?" Jeongguk chuckles bitterly, unsure of how to respond.

"I don't hate you," Taehyung says, his voice barely audible but loud enough for Jeongguk to hear—yet for some bizarre reason, Jeongguk feels like Taehyung isn't the one who is actually talking.

"Y-you..."

"How can I even hate you?" Taehyung says as he sits up, his grip on Jeongguk's wrists remains firm even as the latter moves back.

"How much did you drink, really?" Jeongguk scoffs, trying to stay calm despite the sudden spike of Taehyung's pheromones that swiftly overwhelms his own. "Hey..." Jeongguk asserts, but Taehyung appears to be too out of it to answer. "My, my... You're really testing my patience right now, Kim biseo," Jeongguk says, a sneer twisting up on his lips, still acting unbothered as Taehyung began crawling towards him like a temptress on a hunt, leading him to fall on his back on the couch.

"You said that you're hurt? Where?" Taehyung asks, his voice sounding so tender and warm; he then straddles Jeongguk's waist, his long straight hair falling in all the right places, perfectly framing his gorgeous face, his eyes as dark as a starless night sky, while the reflection of the blue moon through the full glass windows illuminates his frame like some sort of mystical light— unreal.

Jeongguk thinks that the alpha on top of him just looks too damn sinful to be real.

"Here?" Taehyung hums, bringing Jeongguk's wrist closer to his lips, inebriated eyes peering at the latter's still damp fingers before sliding them back inside his mouth, sucking on them as he turns his gaze back to the other alpha.

"Fuck." That's all Jeongguk could say since he's now too wrapped up in what Taehyung is doing to him—swirling his tongue around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks, lightly rocking his head back and forth, ignoring the stream of spit that's now dripping down to his chin.

As ridiculous as it may sound, all of Jeongguk's rage from just a few seconds ago is now gone.

In a snap— with just one bold move—Taehyung has managed to tame Jeongguk enough to render him incapable of even thinking of anything else.

"Does it still hurt, mhm?" Taehyung wonders as he pops Jeongguk's fingers out of his mouth.

"Fucking hell... I really have no idea what you're talking about— come here," Jeongguk grunts, sitting up and violently yanking his own tie from his neck before pulling Taehyung closer by the waist, cupping the latter's face, and claiming his lips. 

1— Jeongguk's tongue immediately dived in deep as he groaned impatiently. 2— Taehyung's hands began moving instinctively, one holding Jeongguk by the nape while the other gripped the back of the latter's hair. 3— Jeongguk then grabbed Taehyung by the shoulder, breaking the kiss and pushing the other alpha away from him.

Why? Maybe because Jeongguk just needed three seconds to realize Taehyung wasn't exactly the one he just kissed.

Well, it is him, but at the same time, he isn't.

"You..." Jeongguk says as he runs his palms over Taehyung's cheeks, brushing some of the stray locks from his face so he can see him more clearly. Taehyung still has his pitch-black pupils dilated enough to cover the sclera of his eyes, his cheeks flushed and feverish, and his sharp canines showing through his parted lips. "Who are you, pretty?" Jeongguk sneers, his heart thumping hard and fast, as if it's about to spring out of his chest at any second. 

Instead of responding, Taehyung just shoved Jeongguk hard, forcing the other alpha to fall on his back as he went down over him and smashed their lips together again.

'Easy there, angel,' Jeongguk thinks, staring down at Taehyung as the latter continues to kiss him—or rather, laps his tongue over his mouth. Don't get him wrong; Jeongguk isn't really complaining; in fact, he's enjoying this—maybe a bit too much, actually. Why? Well, why wouldn't he? He's always yearned to have Taehyung like this, on top or under him; he's always wanted to feel him against his skin—his heartbeat, his warmth, his scent all over him—so why would he even resist? 

Nonetheless, as much as he enjoys it, he can't help but feel somewhat strange. This isn't the first time he's kissed Taehyung, but kissing Taehyung now seems so unfamiliar to him that he's beginning to doubt if it's all real.

First, Taehyung never really closes his eyes whenever they kiss— in fact, none of them did; they have always kept their eyes open, even during those times when they were messing around in high school. Why? Jeongguk isn't sure why; it's as if they're either so wary of each other that they can't afford to be reckless, or they just didn't want to miss even a single moment—not even a second of when they're kissing.

Yet now, Taehyung's eyes are closed, and he's kissing him while looking so at ease, as if he's finally able to quench his thirst; he's even humming contentedly, cupping Jeongguk's face tenderly, without a single care of the world. 

And, as far as Jeongguk can recall, Taehyung has never been so desperate for physical intimacy, except for that one time when Jeongguk's father caught them in the Jeon's residence basement, which Jeongguk deems understandable given how distraught Taehyung was that night; but, other than that, it has always been Jeongguk who initiates any kind of contact.

However, the way Taehyung is kissing him right now feels exactly the same as the way he kissed him that cursed night ten years ago; he's kissing him with want and urgency—and desperation.

He's kissing him as if he won't be able to breathe if he stops.

He's kissing him like he means it— like he wants him for real—and as odd as it sounds, Jeongguk actually finds this hard to believe.

'Mine.'

'Mine.'

'Mine.' 

Taehyung's voice then began to echo inside Jeongguk's head, although he's still not sure if it's real or if it's just his lust that's making him hear such things.

"Ahh... It seems to me that you're really feeling it this time... What's gotten into you, huh?" Jeongguk sighs as Taehyung breaks the kiss, his lips now traveling down to his neck, sucking and nibbling, leaving faint red bruises on his skin—and he's moaning.

That's it. 

"Ah, shit..." Jeongguk growled.

Kim Taehyung is fucking moaning— he is starting to slowly move his hips, rutting hard against his crotch, and from there, Jeongguk knew that he was about to lose it—if he hasn't already.

Something seemed to have snapped inside Jeongguk's head as he felt the increasingly unbearable pressure between his legs.

He then grabbed Taehyung's waist and flipped him over in one swift motion, his palms laying flat at the sides of Taehyung's head to support his weight as he loomed over the latter. "I'm not really into doing 'it' with anyone who is clearly not himself, however you should be aware by now that none of my rules have ever applied to you, Taehyung..." Jeongguk exhales heavily. "If I'd known that all I had to do was get you drunk, we could've done this sooner. Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do? Because if you want me to stop, you better say it right now," Jeongguk adds, his gaze cold and his tone stern.

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"You're upset..." Taehyung whispers, caressing Jeongguk's face with such fondness that it stuns Jeongguk, causing his breath to quiver and his eyes to widen in disbelief. "Why are you upset?" Taehyung asks again, his dark yet gentle bedroom eyes locked on Jeongguk.

‘Me? Upset? How absurd... Why would I even get upset when you're here, literally throwing yourself at me?' Jeongguk muses as he stares at Taehyung's face. "I—.." Jeongguk is suddenly at a loss for words; it's as if all the letters in the alphabet have lost their purpose. 

"Don't," Taehyung whispers, his eyes fluttering close as he pulls Jeongguk's face towards him, breathing against the latter's lips. "Don't hate me—alpha," Taehyung says, and just like that, he fell unconscious again.

"H-hah..." Jeongguk's breath then rattles as he chokes out a scoff, not really sure whether he should scream or laugh at this point.  "And you dare to say I'm the crazy one?" Jeongguk mutters, shutting his eyes as he folds his palms into a fist, clenching his jaw hard, and trying to catch his breath for a few seconds before he finally rises to his feet.

Jeongguk's throat then felt so dry that he dashed to the fridge, grabbing a can of beer and chugging almost half of it; he's still trembling and sweating, his heart racing, his cock bulging shamelessly through his trousers, as if ready to explode at any moment—while the man who had made him this way is just there, sleeping like a damn baby.

"You better not forget about this tomorrow, Kim Taehyung... I swear," Jeongguk smirks defeatedly as he drinks the rest of his beer and crushes the can in the palm of his hand before tossing it into the trash bin.

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<you can play this as you read.>

Vigilante shit

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Taehyung woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, prompting him to scramble to his feet, only to find out that he'd slept in the chairman's office. "Fuck..." Taehyung mutters as he checks his appearance, his messy clothes, and his disheveled hair. He then takes his phone to check the time, noting that it is already past 7 a.m.

"How the fuck did I get here?" Taehyung wonders as he picks up his necktie and suit jacket from the floor, fixing his hair a bit before heading out to the main office, where he immediately sees Jeongguk, sipping his coffee by the window, dressed in the same trousers he wore yesterday and a tightly fitted black shirt, exposing his full-sleeve tattoos. 'I had no idea he had tattoos,' Taehyung thinks, his gaze drawn to the intricate ink patterns that covers Jeongguk's whole right arm.

"Good morning, Kim biseo..." Jeongguk says, turning to face Taehyung as he lays his cup of coffee on the desk. "Did you sleep well?" Jeongguk asks, grinning as he stares at Taehyung, who is standing awkwardly, clutching his necktie, jacket, and bag close to his chest, as if he's been caught red-handed taking his walk of shame.  

"I— well, aren't you too early for work, sajangnim? Office hours start at ten," Taehyung says, aware that there is nothing he can say right now to save face. 

"Mhm... I am aware," Jeongguk asserts, tauntingly raising his brow at Taehyung. "How about you? Don't tell me you're planning to walk out of my office in that state," he says, taking a folder from his desk and holding it in front of Taehyung as if it were a treat he was about to give his pet.

"That was the plan, yes... Now, what is that?" Taehyumg inquires, referring to the folder in Jeongguk's hand.

"Ah, this? Well, I will tell you—but first, don't you have anything to say to me?" Jeongguk asks as he approaches Taehyung. 

"Huh?" Taehyung scoffs, his brows furrowed. "If it's about me spending the night here, I'm sorry; it appears that I may have drank a little too much last night, so I'm not really sure why I came here instead of heading home after," Taehyung responds, averting Jeongguk's gaze as the latter stood in front of him, lightly patting his head with the folder he's holding. "Tch, stop it!" hisses Taehyung, swatting the folder away from his face.

"So you're telling me that you have no memory of what happened last night?" Jeongguk asks. He looks calm, but his eyes are flashing red, so Taehyung really has no idea of what's going on inside his head.

'Did he ask Woo-shik to keep an eye on me in the pub? Do I still smell like that omega? What on earth is this man talking about?' Taehyung thinks, recalling the events before he left the pub last night, and yet he can't really remember anything further after that.  "Is there anything I need to know? If you want to say something, then you better just spill it. I am not good at guessing games," Taehyung replies, assuming that Jeongguk is upset because he's probably heard that he screwed a stranger last night. 

"Hah, very well," Jeongguk sighs as he turns and heads back to his desk. "I am to meet Shin Hae-in later since he'll be signing as one of our projects' endorsers," Jeongguk adds.

"So?" Taehyung shrugs, not really surprised since he was the one who set up the meeting in the first place.

"What I have right now contains every piece of information there is about Shin Hae-in—his wife—kids, their address, other businesses, as well as their phone numbers," Jeongguk says, once again waving the folder he's holding. "And I also happen to have something in here that you might find interesting. Do you want to see it?" Jeongguk asks, offering the files to Taehyung. 

"Give it," Taehyung says, striding towards Jeongguk, about to snatch the folder from the latter, only for Jeongguk to pull it back and up over his head.

"Didn't we have a deal, Kim biseo? You agreed that I am to receive a reward for each of my good deeds. I believe this right here should be considered as one— so before I let you have it, tell me, what can you give me in return?" Jeongguk says, sliding the folder further up and between the tips of his fingers as Taehyung reaches for it again, while his other hand lands at the dip of Taehyung's back, keeping him from moving away from him. 

"Fine—what do you want?" Taehyung replies, clicking his tongue in annoyance, knowing to himself that he still doesn't have that much information about Shin Hae-in, so he absolutely has to have whatever Jeongguk is offering him.

"Oh, I'm not really sure. But for some reason, your lips look extra delectable this morning... I think I want it—can I have it?" Jeongguk sneers, shifting his gaze to Taehyung's lips.

'This greedy little minx— is he mocking me? Does he think that I don't have the guts to agree? Let's see.' Taehyung thinks as he grabs the collar of Jeongguk's shirt, pulling the latter closer, and from there, Taehyung felt the same dull ache in his chest as he caught a glimpse of the bright red bruise on Jeongguk's neck. 'Shameless bastard,' Taehyung glares, assuming it was Jeongguk's wife who left the hickey on his neck.

"Should I take this as a yes?" Jeongguk teases, lowering his arm a bit so the folder would be within Taehyung's reach.

"Shut the fuck up— claim your prize and just kiss me already," Taehyung asserts, letting out a gasp when Jeongguk suddenly closes the gap between their lips and hands him the folder containing the information that he needs.

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Chapter Text

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<you can play this as you read.>

Under the influence

Lips—the exterior fleshy part of the mouth; it is useful for speaking and eating, and they are also what make kissing possible—which is probably why Jeongguk sought out this part of Taehyung first, so that he may finally kiss him whenever he wants—for as long as he wants.

"Wait, I want to read this first." Taehyung snarls, trying to break the kiss by pulling his head back, yet Jeongguk persists in chasing his lips. 

"Then read it and leave me be. *kiss* As you can see, *kiss* I am minding my own business here," Jeongguk adds in between kissing Taehyung, who is now trying to review the contents of the folder.

"What the hell?" Taehyung protests, pushing Jeongguk by the shoulder to create some much-needed distance between them and to prevent Jeongguk from assaulting his lips again. "Is this what you mean when you say you want to own my lips? You can't even let me breathe for a minute."

"It's exactly what it is, Kim biseo. Now a deal is a deal. You get the information you need, and I get these lips that I want to keep eating—kissing, I mean." Jeongguk teases, brushing his thumb over Taehyung's lower lip, staring as it glistens with his own spit, which triggers him to hiss impatiently, pulling Taehyung by the waist, lifting and setting the latter on his desk, and then standing between the other alpha's parted legs. "Now you can read; stop interrupting me, given that I am really not in a good mood this morning," Jeongguk states, his eyes flashing red at Taehyung before leaning in for another kiss.

Under normal circumstances, Taehyung would not let this pass; however, he knows how stubborn Jeongguk can be if he doesn't get what he wants, and Taehyung has only just woken up, with no coffee or even a sip of water to alleviate his hangover; therefore, he doesn't really have the energy to have a beef with Jeongguk, so instead of complaining, Taehyung simply rolled his eyes, allowing Jeongguk to do whatever he wants. 

"Hey, can't you open your mouth?" Jeongguk whines as he flicks his tongue along Taehyung's bottom lip, purring quietly as the latter shoots him a glare before parting his lips as he requested. 

'So needy...' Taehyung thinks, his eyebrows furrowed as Jeongguk moans and slides his tongue through his lips, buzzed eyes looking up at him. 'This sick fuck,' Taehyung groans, his cheeks flushing as Jeongguk's tongue continues to wander inside his mouth. 

"Ah... *kiss* I thought you wanted to check the files? *kiss* Go on, read." Jeongguk teases further, playfully pecking Taehyung's lips over and over as he pulls both of the latter's arms and drapes them over his shoulders, allowing Taehyung to view the contents of the folder.

"It appears to me that you have the weirdest kinks, Jeon sajangnim," Taehyung remarks, keeping his gaze coldly fixed on Jeongguk, who is now giggling while nuzzling his nose against his cheek. 

"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet, Kim biseo... Though if you're really curious, I don't mind giving you a little demo." Jeongguk responds, his hands now on Taehyung's waist, sighing in defeat as he hears Taehyung flicking through the pages of the folder behind him. "No thanks, I'm busy," Taehyung answers as he goes through Shin Hae-in's files, opting to just pretend that Jeongguk isn't currently devouring his lips with his brazen wet kisses. 

Taehyung isn't even kissing Jeongguk back; he's just sitting completely still, like a statue, while studying Shin Hae-in's information, as Jeongguk began swirling his tongue around his and then sucking on it, filling Taehyung's mouth with his taste; and when he realized he had not received any reaction from Taehyung, he pulled back and bit the latter's lower lip harder to express his displeasure. 

"Hey, that hurts." Taehyung says, finally looking at Jeongguk again, seeing the latter's rather desperate and frustrated state. "Kiss me back." Jeongguk grumbles as he squeezes the sides of Taehyung's waist. 

"Will you stop—" Taehyung then pauses; he was prepared to deliver another snide remark, yet his own words refuse to come out of his mouth after seeing the look Jeongguk has on his face right now. 'He looks like he's about to cry.' Taehyung thinks, his face contorting into a frown. 'Stop... 'Stop looking at me like that, you idiot.' Taehyung thinks as he places his palm over Jeongguk's eyes, watching as the latter's lips twist up into his usual annoying sneer.

"If you ask me to suck your dick after this, I'll kill you," Taehyung muttered as he removed his hand from Jeongguk's eyes, grabbing the latter by the nape and then kissing him, putting his tongue to work, making sure he wouldn't hear any of Jeongguk's complaints after. 

"Mhm... That's more like it," Jeongguk murmurs against Taehyung's lips. "Though, you sucking my dick doesn't sound so bad either... Would you really not do it? Who knows? Maybe you'd like it," Jeongguk teases, which leads Taehyung to pause, clenching his fists tightly and crumpling the heaps of paper he's holding.

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No time to die

<FLASHBACK TEN YEARS AGO...>

'See? I knew it! You're actually enjoying this, aren't you? C'mon, suck it better, Kim! Nngh, make it worth my money.

 

Taehyung honestly has no idea how he got here in some exclusive club in Gangnam after being thrown out of Jeon's mansion. The last thing he remembers is him standing by Hangang Bridge, wanting to just end everything.

He was about to do it.

He was about to give up and jump, as he was too exhausted to carry on wallowing in misery, when he received a phone call from Jang Minho.

He asked whether he needed help; nevertheless, his tone suggested how well he is aware of Taehyung's situation.

He said he'd give him money for his father's operation.

He said he'd help.

He said that all Taehyung has to do is come to him and ask him himself. 

 

Despite knowing how abhorrent Jang Minho's intentions were, Taehyung bit the bait and still went to Minho. Why? Well, he is THAT desperate. His father is all alone, fighting for his life in the hospital, at risk of not even making it through the evening, so at this point, Taehyung is already willing to do anything— everything. 

 

Forget about his shame, pride, and dignity as an alpha and as a man; Taehyung would give up everything if it meant saving his father's life.

So here he is, on his knees, with his mouth stuffed, forcing himself to feel numb as the devil laughs. Disgusting.

 

'Oi, Minho-ah? Do I really have to join in? I mean, getting a head from an alpha isn't really my thing.' Shin Hae-in says, and yet he's here, unbuckling his belt, joining the others, swarming over Taehyung in the middle. 

 

'Hae-in-ah, don't be rude... Can't you see? Kim's doing his best here. You should at least try it, don't you think?' Minho laughs as he pulls his cock out of Taehyung's mouth, grabbing the latter by the jaw and turning his face towards Hae-in's shaft.

 

'For an alpha, this guy has the softest mouth—..'s also so incredibly warm, I felt like my dick was about to melt the instant he started sucking... Ahh... It's really good,' Seung-hoon adds, stroking his cock and pressing its tip against Taehyung's cheek. 

 

'Yeah, just give it a shot, Hae... I mean, I'm not into alphas as well, but I guess I really wouldn't mind putting mine into this dude... Too bad, the only hole he's selling for now is his mouth,' Joo-hyuk says, grabbing a fistful of Taehyung's hair, his cheeks immediately flushing red the moment his eyes meet Taehyung's empty gaze.

 

'Go on, Hae-in... We don't have all night, especially since Kim right here claims he needs to hurry back to the hospital,' Minho sneers with malice as he shoves Taehyung's face between Hae-in's thighs.

 

 

<END OF FLASHBACK.>

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"Have you ever felt a kind of pain that's so vicious you go insane?" Taehyung asks, now softly caressing Jeongguk's face. "You know, the kind of pain that burns in your soul and devours your every thought?— I have." Taehyung adds, leaning in and pressing his lips onto Jeongguk's mouth. "It took me to a really dark place— a murky pit with no escape. And I am still there, so you better stop being an ass. There's no need for you to try so hard to make me relive my pain— since I can still feel it every day," Taehyung states, whispering right next to Jeongguk's lips.

"Deep. You really hate the idea of sucking my dick, huh? That's a shame." Jeongguk smirks as he runs his fingers over Taehyung's hair. 

"Yeah, so if you keep pushing it, I might as well just chop off your 'thing', munch on it, and spit it out so you won't be able to use it," Taehyung warns, glancing at the hickey on Jeongguk's neck, which he finds so unbearably offensive that he bites hard and draws a little blood on Jeongguk's lips.

"Right... Now, let me continue kissing you. I kinda hate being interrupted while I'm having my meal." Jeongguk says, lightly pecking Taehyung's lips a few times before going for a full-on deep kiss, giggling against Taehyung's lips when he felt the latter kissing him back, now accepting his advances, even nudging his tongue with his own, enticing Jeongguk to go on further— well, that's how it felt like, at least, so that is what Jeongguk chose to believe.

'Now, this should shut you up... Let me see whether what you've gotten for me is really THAT interesting,' Taehyung thinks, returning Jeongguk's kisses, not keen on wasting any more time, his gaze now going back to Hae-in's files.

'20xx Best actor.'

'20xx Best MC.'

'Nation's ideal husband.'

'Loving dad of the adorable twins, Shin Ha-eun and Shin Hana.'  

 

'Wow... This bastard, Shin Hae-in, must really be one hell of a good actor to fool the whole nation. His image is basically spotless. Adored and admired by many for his good looks, humor, and for being known as a completely devoted husband and father.' Taehyung grimaced as he went over Shin Hae-in's list of achievements. 

Sure, such things aren't really news to Taehyung anymore, since among everyone in Minho's circle, Shin Hae-in is the one who appears on television the most.

Shin Hae-in's life appears to be an open book for everyone, given that he's now one of the country's most respected actors, but what the public doesn't know is how foul their idol's personality truly is; it’s so vile that even if he's still alive, his soul is probably already rotting.

Taehyung continued kissing Jeongguk while reading Hae-in's information, which he found fairly pointless because he'd already known about them for years—that is, until he got to the last few pages of the files, which caused him to freeze, his eyes shooting wide.

'Nation's ideal husband? Heh... What a crock of shit,' Taehyung laughs as he pushes Jeongguk back. 

"Tch, what now?" Jeongguk complains after yet another interruption.

"You little shit..." Taehyung mutters, his wide eyes sparkling brightly as he looks at Jeongguk with a rather sardonic smile. "How did you find out about this?" Taehyung wonders, referring to the many pictures of Hae-in visibly high on drugs while having a bit too much of a good time with a bunch of men and women, taken in an upscale club in Gangnam. 

"Oh—that... I told you, the view is always better from above—especially from where I am now," Jeongguk replies, feeling somewhat pleased that Taehyung appeared to like the information he had provided him. "Also... I heard from a friend of a friend that Shin Hye-sun, the wife of actor Shin Hae-in, is a regular guest of a certain Italian restaurant in Cheongdam-dong, and she typically drops by the place with her kids after picking them up from school." Jeongguk adds, taking a few strands of Taehyung's long hair and playfully winding it around his index finger, keeping eye contact with Taehyung. "Ahh... What should I do? I've heard that place— Mi Piace— serves the best Pasta alla Norma. Do you think you can get some for me this afternoon? You know where it is, right?" Jeongguk asks, his mouth curled into a knowing smile.

"Of course, sajangnim. It is the one in Cheongdam-dong, am I right?" Taehyung responds, leaning in and placing a soft but lingering kiss on Jeongguk's already puckered lips.

"Right. But what about the meeting with our new endorser, actor Shin Hae-in, later? Am I supposed to go by myself now?" Jeongguk teases, biting his lower lip as Taehyung's face slides closer to his ear.

"I'm sure you can manage, Jeon sajangnim. You're a big boy now, are you not?" Taehyung whispers, his voice deeper than usual, choosing to take on the role Jeongguk wanted him to play after confirming that being on the chairman's good side is actually more advantageous to him.

"That I am," Jeongguk replies with a lopsided grin, gathering Taehyung's long hair to the side and pressing a delicate kiss on his neck. "Though, I kinda hate eating alone, so if you're free after work, I'd appreciate it if you could join me for dinner; we can share the pasta you'll be bringing in later," Jeongguk says, now tucking Taehyung's hair behind the latter's ear and looking at him with those soft and innocent dark doe eyes of his.

'This guy...' Taehyung frowns, unable to take his gaze away from the other alpha in front of him, and the more he stares at him, the more Taehyung realizes that there's something about Jeongguk's eyes that utterly disarms him.

Jeon Jeongguk has always been like the personification of Taehyung's most bizarre intrusive thoughts— he is THAT person who constantly makes Taehyung wonder, 'What if?'

It is like driving on an elevated highway; he knows that all he has to do to stay safe is follow the lines and drive straight, but with Jeongguk, it's as if Taehyung is under some sort of hypnosis, where he zones out while driving and the next thing he knows, he's speeding straight to the guardrail, crashing—falling to his death.

He already knows that being with someone like Jeongguk is not safe, yet Taehyung, like a fool, finds himself unable to stay away.

"Let's get ready for work, Jeon sajangnim," Taehyung says, hopping off the desk and walking towards the door when Jeongguk grabs his wrist once again.

"Where are you going?" Jeongguk asks. 

"Home? As you can see, I desperately need a shower," Taehyung replies as he takes Jeongguk's hand off him. 

"B-but..."

"No buts... Also, do you really think it's appropriate for us to have dinner together when your wife's probably waiting for you at home?" Taehyung questions, lifting an eyebrow at Jeongguk. 

"Yeah, right, and kissing me is APPROPRIATE," Jeongguk responds sarcastically, the corners of his mouth raised to a sneer.

"T-that—" Taehyung couldn't help but avert Jeongguk's gaze, his cheeks burning as he ran out of clever things to say.

"Why? Cat got your tongue?" Jeongguk teases, pushing a tongue on his cheek as he playfully flicks Taehyung's chin. 

"Well, that was different. We have a deal— that's all there is to it. That kiss meant nothing," Taehyung says, his gaze once again drawn to the screaming red mark on Jeongguk's neck. "Whatever the fuck you think we have, it's nothing like what you have with your wife. Based on that mark she left on your neck, you two seem to have no problems having dinner together—as well as having fun at night," Taehyung adds, lowering his head and clenching his fists firmly on his sides.

"W-what?" Jeongguk had to take a minute to process what Taehyung had just said, and when it finally hit him, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Oh my fucking god! Are you for real?! Hahahahahahahaha!"

"What the fuck is so funny, you lunatic—mmph..." Taehyung wasn't able to finish what he was about to say when Jeongguk suddenly pulled him closer and claimed his lips with his ravenous kiss. 

"Why are you so fucking adorable?" Jeongguk hums as he breaks the kiss. 

"W-what the hell are you saying? Me? Adorable? In what way exactly?" Taehyung hisses, trying to push Jeongguk off him, but instead of letting him go, Jeongguk just held him even firmer. 

"There's something incredibly cute in the way you hate me, Kim biseo... Just so you're aware, your actions often contradict your words; they keep on giving me the 'wrong' impression," Jeongguk whispers against Taehyung's lips, his haughty gaze locked on the latter's. 

"Aren’t you being too full of yourself?" Taehyung says, clearly annoyed at seeing Jeongguk acting like he's having the time of his life.

"Confident, you mean?" Jeongguk responds as he squeezes Taehyung's hips. 

"Delusional is a more fitting word, I believe." Taehyung responds, seizing both of Jeongguk's wrists as he feels the latter's fingertips crawling towards his rear. "Keep your hands to yourself, Jeon—sajangnim," Taehyung says, wryly emphasizing Jeongguk's job title to spite him. "Our relationship will only go as far as our agreement... For now, you've only earned access to my lips; anything else may require more of your—'good deeds'," Taehyung adds, letting go of Jeongguk as he steps back. 

"I see. I'll continue to work harder then," Jeongguk replies, tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers as if to restrain himself. "Go. I'll see you later, Kim biseo— do not be late," he said with a grin, his tone a bit sharper than earlier.

"As if I'd ever be late," Taehyung says as he rushes towards the door, his hand already hovering over the handle when he felt like being petty once more, so he turned towards Jeongguk again, bowing 'politely,' noting that Jeongguk seemed to dislike it whenever he lowered his head in front of anybody. "I'll be back in a bit— Jeon sajangnim," Taehyung muttered as he exited the office.

"Hah, fine. Keep doing that then. Your incessant denial wouldn't really do anything... In the end, you'd still have nowhere left to go— but here—with me. After all, I am not one to play such games where I can't win." Jeongguk derided brashly, sneering slyly as he licked his bottom lip, savoring the sweet taste Taehyung left him with.

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It's only been a night since Taehyung slept out, and yet for some reason, he feels like he hasn't gone home for so long he's even hesitating to come in, he's just standing outside his and Soo-hyuk's apartment door. 

Home— no, actually, this place isn't Taehyung's home either.

'What am I doing, really?' Taehyung wonders to himself, sighing as he inputs the passcode to their apartment. "I'm home," Taehyung says out of habit as he steps in, collapsing on the couch, thinking that Soo-hyuk has already gone to work at his clinic at this hour. 

"Have you eaten? Should I make you breakfast?" Soo-hyuk suddenly spoke, which made Taehyung flinch, realizing now that he's not alone. He then opens his eyes, finding Soo-hyuk standing in front of him, arms crossed over his chest, his back leaned against the wall.

"You're still here, hyung?" Taehyung asks as he sits up. 

"Well, I was waiting for you, Tae. You didn't answer any of my messages and calls, so I got a bit worried," Soo-hyuk admits, now approaching Taehyung, crouching down on the floor and poking the latter's knees with his index finger.

'He's sulking.' Taehyung thinks. The thing is, Taehyung has known Soo-hyuk long enough to read his facial expressions, no matter how much the latter tries to conceal them with his usual smile and seemingly calm demeanor. 

"Things got a little busy at work, and I wasn't able to check my phone; I'm sorry, hyung," Taehyung responds, his lips curling up into a wistful smile while Soo-hyuk lowers his head, hiding his face against his knees as he breathes out another sigh. 

"I see," Soo-hyuk says, still not lifting his head. "Then I guess I really have nothing to worry about," he added.

"Yeah..." Taehyung pauses, aware that Soo-hyuk hasn't slept a wink, as he often does when he's worried about him. "But since you're already here, would you mind being my pillow for a few minutes? I still have about two hours before I have to head back to the office," Taehyung continues, lightly tugging on Soo-hyuk's arm, causing the latter to instantly get up and sit next to him on the couch. 

"Okay. Here." Soo-hyuk asserts, patting his lap, urging Taehyung to lie down, which Taehyung does.

"Has work been tough for you lately, hmm?" Soo-hyuk asks, gently lifting Taehyung's head a bit to gather the latter's long hair to the side.

"A little... But it's okay— I'm okay." Taehyung replies, breathing steadily as he closes his eyes, feeling Soo-hyuk brushing his fingers through his hair. 

"You always work so hard, so I couldn't help but worry about you sometimes. I hope this won't be a burden to you though; it's just that I care about you, Taehyung; you know that, right?" Soo-hyuk laments as Taehyung opens his eyes and meets his gaze. 

"I know. What I don't know is your reason... Why do you care so much about someone like me, hyung?" Taehyung asks, noticing that Soo-hyuk seems to have been a bit shocked by the question, his eyes shooting wide before he breathes out deeply and smiles. 

"I want to say it's because 'I just do,' but I doubt that would convince you." Soo-hyuk chuckles as he falls back on the couch. "Honestly, I don't know what to say. You intrigue me so much that I can't explain it coherently with words."

"So it is not because you truly care about me, but because you're just curious? Mhm... Well, isn't that a bit disappointing?" Taehyung quips, snorting out a laugh when Soo-hyuk lightly flicks his forehead.

"Brat. You know that's not what I mean. How do I even say this? I guess you're just not black and white to me... You act tough, but for some reason, I see you as someone who's painfully fragile. You look apathetic most of the time, yet even the smallest of problems bothers you a lot... Do you get what I'm saying? It's as if you're always wearing a mask—as if you like to play the bad guy, but in reality, you feel so much—hurt so much—and that part of you worries me a lot." Soo-hyuk pauses as he tenderly caresses Taehyung's face. "I don't think you are what you think you are. You're a good person, Tae. So I'd like to see you be okay," Soo-hyuk admits, which elicits a somewhat bitter laugh from Taehyung.

"What am I? A research project? Pfft... Am I your guinea pig, hyung?" Taehyung says as he stands up, turning to face Soo-hyuk, who has grabbed his hand. 

"No," Soo-hyuk says firmly. "You're someone dear enough to me that I can't afford to just let you be; sure, I'm curious about you, but that doesn't mean the way I care about you isn't real," Soo-hyuk continues, staring right into Taehyung's eyes.

"I know, hyung. I'm just kidding," Taehyung replies with a rather sad smile. "I'll go take a shower, alright? Then, let's have breakfast together," Taehyung adds, pulling his hand away from Soo-hyuk.

'You're the one good thing in my life right now that I know I do not deserve—but still, I don't think I'll be able to cut you off. I'm shameless like that, hyung... I am not a good person at all,' Taehyung laments as he heads towards his room.

***

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Taehyung is sitting behind Shin Hae-in's wife, Shin Hye-sun, at the Mi Piace restaurant in Cheongdam-dong.

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Jeongguk, on the other hand, is in another restaurant just a few blocks away from the KDC building, sitting in front of one of the nation's most famous actors, Shin Hae-in. 

"It's been a while, hasn't it? How have you been, Shin Hae-in-ssi?" Jeongguk says, a devious grin twisting up to his lips.

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♠️

They say that success is the sweetest revenge— well, that may be true for some, but not for Taehyung.

Simply having a better life couldn't possibly be enough for him to forget the events of the past, just as all the superficial comfort he has right now couldn't possibly bring back what he's lost before.

He had been bruised and cut so deeply that no amount of success or comfort could heal his wounds.

According to some studies, pain acts as a survival signal for the brain, causing it to choose between fight or flight—and for someone like Taehyung who had nowhere else to go, the only choice he had was to fight, just so he would survive.

Truth be told, he already has nothing left to fight for at this point, but that doesn't mean he can't fight to avenge the things he has lost. 

Even though he knew that exacting his revenge would not change anything from his past, surely it would still provide him with at least some degree of satisfaction.

“Alea iacta est.”

The dice has been cast— and this time, Taehyung made sure that he won't be the one playing with a busted hand. 

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It's already eight o'clock in the evening, and Taehyung is now at their shared apartment with Soo-hyuk. 

Soo-hyuk is sitting on the couch, watching television, while Taehyung is standing by the window with a flute of champagne in his hand, dressed down in his pajamas and the red silk robe he's gotten from his late father. 

"Champagne? Are we celebrating anything today?" Soo-hyuk asks, alluding to Taehyung's choice of drink for tonight rather than their usual bottle of red wine.

"Mhm... Nothing in particular, hyung." Taehyung replies while peering out the glass windows, absentmindedly staring at the flickering city lights below.

"Are you feeling better now?" Soo-hyuk inquires, turning to face Taehyung as the latest news plays on the television.

"No—I'm actually miserable, hyung... Maybe that's why I opted for a different drink— to at least pretend that I'm better," Taehyung whispers. 

"Care to tell me all about it? I'll listen," Soo-hyuk says, his eyes never leaving Taehyung as the latter turns and meets his gaze.

***

<you can play this as you read.>

The devil is human

<FLASHBACK— A FEW HOURS AGO>

 

 

"Hana-ah, how's the food? Did you like it? It's yummy, isn't it?" Hae-in's wife, Shin Hye-sun, asks as she carefully wipes some of the pasta sauce off one of her twins' mouths.

 

"Mm, yes, mama. I really like it!" the young girl responds, and even though Taehyung has his back to them, he can hear from her voice that the child is clearly having a good time. "But mama, why can't papa join us again today? He likes pasta too, right?" the child asks.

 

'Because the man doesn't really care for you—nor for anyone but himself, especially if there are no cameras.' Taehyung thinks, knowing full well what Shin Hae-in's personality is.

 

Shin Hae-in has always been a people-pleaser, at least in public. Even in high school, Hae-in would act kind to their peers and teachers while talking trash about them behind their backs. The one person Shin Hae-in didn't bother putting on his nice-guy mask for was Taehyung, since Taehyung had already been treated poorly by everyone, and so Hae-in acting kind towards him wouldn't actually benefit him that much.

 

'Guess, he's meant to be an actor.' Taehyung muses, smirking bitterly to himself. He's here, sitting alone at the table next to Hae-in's family, his palm laid flat on a brown envelope containing photos of Hae-in and all the disgusting things he's doing whenever there's no one watching.

 

To be honest, Taehyung wasn't planning on dealing with Hae-in today—not because he changed his mind, but because he hadn't really prepared enough for it, as he had with Park Joo-hyuk a few weeks ago.

 

All the dirt Taehyung has gotten about Hae-in just came to him this morning, courtesy of Jeongguk, so right now, he's still not sure what to do with it; and the only reason he came here was to check whether or not Jeongguk was telling the truth when he said that Shin Hae-in's wife often comes to this place. 

 

Staring blankly into the wall, Taehyung then taps his index finger against the table. 'All I have to do is give this damn envelope to her, and Shin Hae-in will probably be done for... However, I'm not sure if this woman would cooperate or not; she may already be aware of her husband's true colors and is refusing to do anything about it for whatever reason.' Taehyung wonders, glancing at his phone on the table after noticing that he has just received a message from Jeongguk. 

 

 

<message>

From: Chairman Jeon

: Don't forget my pasta. 

 

 

 

"Tch." Taehyung couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing—or reading—another piece of rubbish from his boss. (Technically, Jeon Jeongguk is still his boss, and the chairman of the company he's working for.)

 

"Wow... Long hair," Taehyung then lifted an eyebrow as he shifted his gaze towards the young boy who's currently playing with the tips of his hair. "Pretty..." The boy says, his wide eyes sparkling with amusement. 

 

"Oh my gosh! Ha-eun-ah! Don't do that, baby!" Shin Hye-sun exclaims, rushing to get her son after noticing what the child was doing. "I'm really sorry, mister—"

 

"No, it's fine. Ha-eun, right? The cute baby, I mean?" Taehyung asks, a rehearsed smile twisting up to his lips.

 

"A-ah... Yes, this is my son Ha-eun and her twin sister, Hana... They've been watching Rapunzel lately, so Ha-eun must've found your hair fascinating... Again, I'm sorry, he must've interrupted your meal," Hye-sun says, lowering her head apologetically. "Ha-eun-ah, you say sorry too, okay? It's not nice to touch others without their permission," Hye-sun says to her son, asking him to apologize to Taehyung as well.

 

"But mama, it's Rapunzel... So pretty," the small boy adds, reaching for Taehyung's hair again when his mother holds his wrist and bows her head to Taehyung once more. "I-I'm sorry, sir; please continue your meal; we'll go back to our table-"

 

"Ha-eun-ah... Do you like Rapunzel a lot?" Taehyung interjects, getting up from his seat and crouching down in front of the kid, smiling as the boy nods his head at him. 

 

"So pretty... Rapunzel." the boy replies, now playing with Taehyung's hair again.

 

"Do you like her hair, Ha-eun-ah? Why? Because it's pretty?" Taehyung inquires, as the child nods once again. Taehyung then glances at the mother, as if asking for permission to continue speaking with her son, to which she responds with a polite smile.

 

"I see... But did you know Rapunzel didn't really grow her hair that long just to be beautiful? She grew it out because she's desperate to leave the witch's tower," Taehyung explains, gently patting the little boy's head. 

 

"Yes! I know that! The witch is bad! Bad witch! Bad!" Hana, the daughter, exclaims, overhearing the conversation.

 

"Mhm... Maybe? But in the original story, the witch only took what was promised to her by Rapunzel's own mother and father... Rapunzel's parents stole something from the witch, and when they got caught, they made a bargain with the witch, yet they dared break their promise, which led to the witch keeping Rapunzel in the tower." Taehyung continues, smiling as the daughter, Shin Hana rushes to their side as well. 

 

"Really? They didn't show that in the movie..." Hana inquires, clearly intrigued by Taehyung's story telling. 

"Mhm... I wonder why? Perhaps because in movies, they only wanted you to see what appeared to be pretty—" 

"Hmp, the witch is still bad. She locked Rapunzel up where she can't see the floating lights... T'was her birthday," Hana pouts, recalling the Disney version of the story. 

"Of course... The witch is really bad— but do you know who else is bad?" Taehyung asks, leaning closer to the twins. "Rapunzel's mom and dad," Taehyung whispers, just clear enough for the twins to hear.

"But why?" Ha-eun asks. 

 

"Because they touched something that wasn't theirs. If they weren't so greedy, the witch probably wouldn't care about Rapunzel at all. Now, do you know what happened to them after the witch took Rapunzel? They were never seen again— so who knows if they ended up the same as the bad witch? Dead," Taehyung continues, gently taking Ha-eun's hand, which is still on his hair. "That's what happens to people who do bad things and those who don't know how to repay their debt," Taehyung adds, his voice barely audible; the twins didn't even hear what he had just said.

 

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I didn't quite hear what you said." Hye-sun responds, oblivious to what Taehyung just told the twins, awkwardly smiling as the alpha rises to his feet. 

 

"Sorry, I may have said too much to your kids— y'see, I happen to like Rapunzel's story a lot as well," Taehyung says, not-so-subtly eyeing the bruise on Hye-sun's neck that is still visible despite the turtleneck sweater she's wearing.

 

"*cough* I-I see... Uhm—" Hye-sun couldn't complete her sentence, gathering her hair to the side to hide her bruises upon noticing that the alpha in front of her is now staring at her neck.

 

"They will never change," Taehyung states, bringing Hye-sun's gaze back to him with a confused expression on her face.

"I'm sorry—"

"You can keep lying to yourself that it's your fault and that it won't happen again. But no matter how many times you forgive them— no matter how hard you try to be good for them—those who have already found pleasure in inflicting pain on others are incapable of changing, Hye-sun." Taehyung asserts, which confuses Hye-sun even more, probably because she doesn't really recall ever telling her name to Taehyung.

"By any chance, do we know each other? I'm sorry, I don't remember--.." 

 

"No, we don't," Taehyung says as he takes something from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "Though, if you ever get tired of playing the fool— here's my number," Taehyung continues, handing Hye-sun his business card. "And if you need someone to talk to— someone who will listen— feel free to contact this other number," Taehyung adds, also giving her Soo-hyuk's business card. 

 

"I don't— I don't know what you're talking about, mister. I don't know you..." Hye-sun says, clearly baffled and maybe even a bit terrified.

 

"Maybe you don't, but your husband certainly does," Taehyung says, taking the packed pasta and the envelope with him as he exits the restaurant.

 

 

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*Ring... Ring...*

 

 

Taehyung was already driving on his way home after dropping Jeongguk's food in the office when his phone suddenly rang.

 

Jeon Jeongguk is calling. 

 

"Why?" Taehyung sighs, answering Jeongguk's call through his car's Bluetooth function.

 

 

—"You can't even bring the food back to my office? Do you really hate the idea of sharing a meal with me that much?"

Jeongguk grumbles, given that Taehyung just left his pasta at the front desk rather than delivering it directly to his office.

 

 

"Sounds like it, yes." Taehyung dryly replies. 

 

 

—"*sigh* Anyway, how did it go? Does the wife know what her husband has been doing after hours?"

 

 

"No, but I met her... She seems nice," Taehyung says—and it's true. Shin Hye-sun appears to be too good of a mother and woman for someone like Shin Hae-in, not to mention her rather meek demeanor and the bruises Taehyung noticed on her neck, which strongly suggest that Hae-in hasn't exactly changed his violent ways. 

 

 

—"Oh? Don't tell me you've gone soft? Why? Do you feel bad for the omega and her kids? I heard the twins are quite adorable,"

Jeongguk replies, and even without seeing him, Taehyung knows that the other alpha is probably now grinning in the most obnoxious way possible.

 

"Don't be silly. I'm merely offering the woman another option—for now," Taehyung says, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

 

 

—"So it's true? You've really gone soft... You feel bad for the woman and the twins, don't you?"

 

"Shut up. I said that wasn't—" 

 

 

—"Shin Hae-in just signed a contract with us. He's going to be paid around 1.5 million dollars; that's roughly 2 billion won. Quite a deal, right?"

Jeongguk says, and for some reason, that made Taehyung crack, pulling over at the side of the road, laughing bitterly to himself. "Bet he's out celebrating right now... Tell me, Kim biseo— should I make a move?" Jeongguk adds. 

 

Taehyung slumped down, resting his forehead against the steering wheel, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

 

 

**'Nngh... Shit... This fucker's mouth really is the best... Ahhh... Fuck, Kim— can I cum in your mouth? Yes, yes... I can— of course, I can.'**

 

 

Two billion won. Taehyung still wasn't able to earn that amount of money even after working his ass off for years, and yet someone like Shin Hae-in managed to get it that easily; he also has a lovely wife and two adorable little kids; they're living in a nice home, doing the bare minimum but still being adored by the public.

 

How infuriating. 

 

 

"I told you, I can handle my affairs alone," Taehyung says, biting his bottom lip hard as he remembers Hae-in's family: his kids, who love Rapunzel, and his wife, who appeared to be so used to apologizing. "However, if you still don't want to eat alone, feel free to try to persuade me to join you for dinner later," Taehyung adds, feeling his rage bubbling up from the pit of his stomach, which caused the bitter aftertaste of his past to blow up in his mouth. 

 

 

—"Mhm... Then I shall give it my best shot... See you later, Kim biseo," Jeongguk muttered before Taehyung ended the call. 

 

 

<END OF FLASHBACK>

 

***

<You can play this as you read.>

All I wanted was you

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[Breaking news: Just in: the nation's 'ideal' husband, Shin Hae-in, has been taken into custody by the police at Gangnam's xx luxury club... The actor was allegedly caught in the act of using three different types of illicit drugs—... The actor also faces allegations of being involved in illegal drug distribution and prostitution, according to the preliminary investigation. Owners of xx Club as well as Shin Hae-in's agency have yet to issue statements about the matter—...]

"Are they for real? Shin Hae-in, the actor? Wow." Soo-hyuk scoffs, turning to the screen after hearing the latest news. "Oh my... Poor Ha-eun and Hana," Soo-hyuk laments, feeling sorry for the twins he happens to follow on social media.

Taehyung doesn't really know how exactly he should react right now. He's barely even heard the exact details about what happened, and yet his heart still instantly raced when they showed footage of Hae-in being dragged by the police out of the club, hands cuffed behind his back. 

<'This is a set-up! I didn't do anything! Ha-eun-ah, Hana-ah— Hye-sun!!! Dad didn't do anything wrong! I'm innocent!'> Hae-in breaks down in front of the camera before getting shoved into the police car. 

"Tsk, tsk, he should've just kept his head down; his face alone reveals what kind of drugs he's been taking," Soo-hyuk comments as he turns to face Taehyung. "Anyway, about your day—wait, you're leaving? At this hour?"

"Sorry, hyung. I just received a message from my boss. I need to drop by the office. I'll be back later," Taehyung says, grabbing his car keys from the counter and heading out the door, still in his sleepwear and red robe.

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Swiftly presenting his i.d. to the guard, Taehyung then stormed into their now-empty building, heading straight up to the chairman's office. His heart is still thumping and his ears are ringing as he takes the elevator and then speeds through the hallways, his long crimson robe fluttering like a dream behind him.

***

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<message>

From: wife

:Where are you? I thought you'll be coming home tonight? Your dad and your step mom are here, they said they would join us for dinner.

Jeongguk then briefly checks the new message on his phone, only to ignore it as he shifts his gaze back to the wall clock hanging above his office's door while tapping his index finger against the table.

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*SLAM!*

Jeongguk's lips twisted into a knowing smirk. "You're late. The pasta probably tastes disgusting now, Kim biseo." Jeongguk says, his eyes flashing bright red as Taehyung storms into his office, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling the secret lock to the chairman's hidden lair. 

"Then let's just eat something else," Taehyung says as he pushes Jeongguk down on the couch, pressing his palms flat on the backrest, the other alpha trapped between his arms. 

"Oh? Do you have a particular 'food' in mind?" Jeongguk asks, an amused grin on his face as he flicks his gaze down to Taehyung's lips. "I'm actually starving, and frankly, I don't think I can hold back for much longer," he adds, his eyes keen and his tone menacing.

"Then you shall feast... You did really good today, it felt like my heart was about to explode... Ahh, that was truly quite a show," Taehyung whispers, his crimson gaze luring Jeongguk even closer.

"Mhm, that's right... I did work hard— so—so hard... I'm glad you liked it, Kim biseo." Jeongguk leers as he loosens his own necktie.

"Yeah... Thus I am here— you did so fucking good, you deserve a reward, Jeon sajangnim," Taehyung asserts as he leans in for a kiss, instantly getting rid of the smug smirk on Jeongguk's lips. 

—

♠️

<you can play this as you read.>

Swim

It was said that desire is the type of thing that devours you but leaves you starving, and Taehyung is now proving that statement true as he feels himself being consumed by his own desires—his own lust—the more he kisses Jeongguk.

It doesn't even make sense. Taehyung saw the news about Shin Hae-in and his first thought was to rush back to their office and kiss Jeongguk? How absurd. 

Why? 

Was he that pleased to see Shin Hae-in finally paying for his sins? Maybe? 

He's always thought that finding dirt on Shin Hae-in would be close to impossible, given that the blasted rotten alpha is a chaebol and an A-list actor, which means he's basically untouchable— unless Taehyung would straight-up go for murder, which he doesn't actually prefer if he can help it, given that he still has to deal with a few other people.

Still, Jeongguk was able to obliterate all of the walls that had been keeping Shin Hae-in safe from Taehyung in less than 24 hours; he was able to collect everything capable of smearing Hae-in's name beyond repair and compile it in a single folder. 

On top of that, Jeongguk even managed to ruin Hae-in for good in the best way possible by hitting the pretentious actor where it would hurt him the most— by showing the whole world his true and filthy colors.

"How did you do it, hmm?" Taehyung asks against Jeongguk's mouth.

"Do what, exactly?" Jeongguk whispered, looking all dazed at Taehyung. 

"That club has the finest security, especially since Jang Minho is now one of Seoul's deputy mayors, and it's also under police protection. So, how did you do it? How did you manage to get rid of Shin Hae-in?" Taehyung asks once again, and glances briefly at Jeongguk's hands, which are now moving to the back of his thighs, pulling him and urging him to straddle his lap. 'Sneaky bastard,' Taehyung clicked his tongue, acting annoyed as usual; nonetheless, he still sat. 

"KDC is known as the company with the most media influence and connections within the country," Jeongguk says, his lips now ghosting over Taehyung's neck. "Even the police or the damn government wouldn't be able to do anything against the threat of being ruined in the eyes of the public. They would rat and drop each other out in a heartbeat if it meant saving their own asses," Jeongguk adds, his palms sliding towards Taehyung's behind and then back to his thighs. "You see, for someone in my position, dealing with the likes of Shin Hae-in is nothing more than stepping on a tiny bug. Now— do you find me useful enough?" Jeongguk sighed, his lips now brushing against Taehyung's ear, eliciting a breathless gasp from the latter, which immediately sent shivers up Jeongguk's spine.

'Useful? No, I guess you're more than that... You've always been so fucking bright that every time I look at you, I go blind.' Taehyung muses as he stares Jeongguk down. 'Maybe you're aware, maybe you're not, but Jeon Jeongguk, to me, you're nothing short of a walking—breathing hazard.' Taehyung laments as he lightly cups Jeongguk's cheeks and then presses their foreheads together.

"Do you honestly believe I'd be here if I didn't think you were useful enough? Tell me, what do you want from me this time?" husked Taehyung, moving his gaze from Jeongguk's eyes to his lips.

"Your honesty— I want it, Kim biseo... I want you to tell me exactly what you want to do with me. Right here, right now." Jeongguk responded almost immediately, as if he were prepared for it— as if he knew Taehyung would be back here this evening.

Hah, of course, he knew. 

He already knew Taehyung would walk right into his trap, blindly falling straight into the palm of his hand, and the funny thing about it is that Taehyung knew about it from the very start.

"Oh, I'm not really sure... So why don't you let me find out?" Taehyung teased as he captured Jeongguk's lips in another bruising kiss, swirling his tongue around Jeongguk's as he began releasing his roused pheromones.

"Nngh... Fine— but you better let me know soon. As you know, I am not a man who has a lot of patience." Jeongguk rasps as Taehyung's lips leave his own, trailing down, nibbling and kissing his neck, yanking his tie away as he unbuttons his shirt. "Shit... Take it easy on me, alright?" Jeongguk smirks as Taehyung dips his tongue into his collarbone, then down to his chest, brushing his thumb over his nipple before raising his gaze back to him. "Your chest feels nice. Do you work out a lot?" Taehyung asks, his lips curling into a taunting grin, refusing to let Jeongguk feel he's already won him.

"Oh yes, I do kickboxing sometimes," Jeongguk replies, a strained smile on his face, blushing all the way up to his ears when Taehyung flicks his tongue around his nipple while keeping his gaze fixated on him.

Taehyung just hums in response as he continues to toy with Jeongguk's chest, feeling the buds perk up against his fingertips, then circling his tongue over one of them, his eyes falling close, as if shutting out anything that would distract him from tasting Jeongguk's bare skin.

"Nngh— ahh... Fucking hell... I'm really not into this, y'know? You're lucky your pretty face seems to make it work." Jeongguk leers, chewing his bottom lip as he gently tucks Taehyung's hair behind his ear. 

'Ahh... This is getting dangerous,' Taehyung thinks, feeling lightheaded already, his heartbeat hammering loudly as Jeongguk also starts releasing his pheromones.

The sound of Jeongguk's low grunts and moans reverberated throughout the room as Taehyung proceeded with his ministrations: sucking on the other alpha's nipple as he plays with the other, while his free hand roams freely all over Jeongguk's torso, caressing his shoulder, his arm, going down to his god-sculpted abs, and smirking when he felt Jeongguk shudder against his palm.

And when Taehyung lifted his gaze, seeing the heady expression on Jeongguk's face, he felt something snap inside his brain. 

Taehyung hasn't even done anything yet, and Jeongguk already looks so screwed and desperate, which aroused Taehyung's curiosity, wondering how far he could push the pompous alpha to his limits.

'This guy, really,' Taehyung thinks, smiling defeatedly to himself, unable to deny that he enjoys seeing the current expression on Jeongguk's face.

"Hey," Taehyung asserts as he pulls himself up from Jeongguk's lap. "I think I know what I want now," Taehyung said as he knelt on the floor, undoing Jeongguk's pants and pulling them down with his boxers just enough for the other alpha's cock to spring free from being confined under his trousers.

"Oh? What is it? Tell me..." Jeongguk asks, looking thrilled as he brazenly strokes his own cock, sliding his palm over the wet tip, smearing his precum all over his shaft.

"I want to see you cry, scream, and beg pathetically under me. Can you make that happen, Jeon sajangnim?" Taehyung quietly says, his crimson eyes sparkling deviously as he softly lays the side of his face on the other alpha's thigh, his warm breath brushing over Jeongguk's cock, causing it to twitch in response.

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'Fucking hell, that face, really...' Jeongguk scoffs, his gaze fixed on Taehyung, staring at the latter's strong but still delicate features: his dreamy eyes, sharp nose, and plump lips; his hair that magically falls perfectly all the time, following his every move. 'He hasn't aged a year since then... He still looks like a pretty painting—a damn masterpiece, I could spend the rest of my life just staring.' Jeongguk then breathed deeply, grasping Taehyung's chin and tilting his face up towards his.

"And what exactly are you planning to do to achieve that?" Jeongguk asks, but instead of answering, Taehyung just straightens up, pulling both Jeongguk's trousers and boxers all the way down and off his feet this time, then settling in between his parted legs.

"Do I really have to say it?" Taehyung snarks, lifting one of Jeongguk's legs over the couch, revealing the other alpha's clearly untouched entrance. "I think you already know what I mean," Taehyung adds, batting his eyelids as if he still needs to charm the other alpha.

'Ahh... 'I'm not sure about that, angel,' Jeongguk ponders as he licks his bottom lip, still staring at Taehyung. 

Taehyung's breath then got caught in his throat as he peered at the half-naked alpha who's basically splayed in front of him looking like a fine five-course meal; his muscles tensed, his whole face flushed pink, while his huge cock lay heavily over his stomach, leaking as if begging to be touched already.

"You want to fuck me? Is that it—alpha?" Jeongguk chuckles, leaning back and parting his legs wider, as if to tease Taehyung even more—oblivious to the fact that there's really no need for him to do anything anymore, since just by looking at him, Taehyung's already about to lose control.

"Why? Isn't that what you've always wanted from me?"

"Pfft... HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jeongguk then suddenly cracks a menacing laugh, causing Taehyung's brows to curl into a frown.

"H-hah..." Taehyung scoffs, clearly offended and annoyed. "What? Is that your way of saying that you're scared of getting hurt? You don't have to worry— this isn't really a first for me, and I've often heard that I'm quite good at it," Taehyung admits as he glares at Jeongguk sharply— and then he gasps when the latter suddenly stops laughing, grabbing his arm and pulling him up until their bodies are flushed together once more.

"Oh, believe me, I already know how "experienced" you are— alpha," Jeongguk grumbles as he pushes Taehyung on his back on the couch, laying his weight on the palm of his hand and hovering over the long-haired alpha. "Now, if fucking me like you fucked those pretty little omegas you often meet in some random sketchy club late at night is really what you want, then at least let me first have my fun. After all, you're the one who's supposed to give me my reward," Jeongguk continues, lightly squeezing Taehyung's face in his hand. "Let me touch you. Then let's see what happens after that," Jeongguk says before leaning in and closing the gap between their lips, kissing Taehyung with such urgency; their teeth clashing, tongues tangled around each other, battling madly for dominance, as Taehyung obviously isn't pleased that Jeongguk is now taking the lead.

After a while, Jeongguk's rough kisses began to hurt and burn, prompting Taehyung to grip the back of Jeongguk's hair, forcing the other alpha away from his face. "You—" Taehyung mutters, unable to finish what he was about to say when Jeongguk's deceitful crimson eyes catch his gaze. 

"Remember— I asked for your honesty, Kim biseo...Do you really want me to stop?" Jeongguk asks, keeping eye contact as he begins undoing the buttons of Taehyung's pajama top. 

"You want it the other way around, don't you?" Taehyung remarks, horrified, as if only remembering now that Jeongguk, no matter how pretty, soft, and delicate his features are, is also a dominant alpha.

Instead of giving Taehyung a straight answer, Jeongguk simply chuckles, sinking down and letting his hot breath tickle against the skin of Taehyung's neck as he continues to snap the remaining buttons on the latter's satin top.

'Oh no, he didn't...' Taehyung swallowed hard, his skin prickling as Jeongguk's lips lightly brushed over his chest, "H-hey... What exactly are you trying to do--.."

"You said you wanted to see me cry, scream, and plead, right?" Jeongguk asks, gingerly caressing one side of Taehyung's chest, feeling the latter's nipple pebble against his palm. "You're quite packing down there, so if you shove it in me, it'll probably hurt a lot," Jeongguk pauses as he playfully flicks his tongue over Taehyung's nipple, his lips twisting up to a smirk as the latter shivered slightly in his touch. "But the thing is, I'm not exactly scared of getting hurt. Pain doesn't faze me at all—it never did, so I'm afraid that hurting me wouldn't really get you the result you wanted." Jeongguk continues glancing up at Taehyung as he bites the latter's nipple between his teeth, nipping on it even more when Taehyung clenches his jaw, eyes throwing daggers at him. "Usually, it is 'pleasure' that can make me squirm, cry, and look so disgustingly pathetic. So, if that's what you're after, I suggest you think twice before you try to top me." Jeongguk teased before turning his attention back to Taehyung's chest, groaning and humming as he sucked it in such a way that made Taehyung arch his back, gasping out a deep breathless moan that echoed all over the room, startling them both. 

"W-wait... That wasn't—." Taehyung then decided that it would be better to just cover his mouth, his eyes wide, hoping Jeongguk would ignore the sound he made just now.

He knows that he should say something if he truly wants Jeongguk to stop—hell! He's more than capable of making him stop. All he needs to do is push Jeongguk back and perhaps hit him square in the face so he can't get up, but for some reason, Taehyung can't even do that.

His head is foggy, his heart is pounding, and he feels so hot as if he's actually burning; as much as Taehyung tries to deny it, Jeongguk's soft and wet lips on his skin feel so amazingly good that it dumbs him down to a point where he can't even tell if he's still breathing alright; probably not.

"You're even more sensitive now than before... I'm not sure if that's a good thing—maybe it is, since I'm actually quite liking the way you're reacting to me. I love it," Jeongguk hums as he continues to leave bruising love bites all over Taehyung's chest.

"S-shut up... Ahhh... Fuck!" Taehyung swears as Jeongguk bites hard on his nipple, then sucking on it again as he palms Taehyung's already leaking cock over the silky fabric of his pants. 

"Shh... It's okay, baby..." Jeongguk cooed, pressing soft wet kisses to Taehyung's neck, up to his jaw, ears, and cheeks, before capturing Taehyung's lips again, kissing him painfully slow this time, creating that lewd squelching sound of their lips smacking and tongues clashing. 

"How is it? It's not that bad, isn't it?" Jeongguk asks as he breaks the kiss, his voice deep—and as weird as it sounds, it's like some kind of hypnotic music in Taehyung's ears, taming him enough to ignore the hand that's now creeping under the waistband of his pants, pressing his palm flat and hard against his bare and already throbbing shaft, before he claims his lips again, swallowing Taehyung's not so silent moans and whimpers as he strokes his cock. 

'Good... feels so good,' Taehyung bites his bottom lip hard, one hand locked into a fist and the other clutching Jeongguk's arm. 'Wait—how come he's so good at this? Why does it feel like he knows what he's doing? Am I not his first? Did he already touch someone else? Who? His wife? He said he only wanted me— how dare he?'

—Liar. 

Taehyung's thoughts began to whirl wildly inside his head the more he got intoxicated by Jeongguk's treacherous kisses.

It's actually silly how the mere thought of Jeongguk touching someone else upsets Taehyung so much, despite the fact that he's not exactly innocent himself, as he sleeps with strangers at least twice a month, or whenever he feels the need for a release—so why can't he seem to fathom the idea of Jeongguk doing it?

"Nngh... Fuck..." Jeongguk groaned when Taehyung suddenly bit his bottom lip hard. "Why? Should I really stop?" Jeongguk asks, knowing that he's probably already reached the point where it's impossible for him to stop.

"Were they good? Your wife—and all the others you've slept with before—were they good?" Taehyung demands as he pushes Jeongguk down, switching their positions, climbing on top of the other alpha. 

That's it. Taehyung is certain that he's no longer thinking straight. He's lost it. 

Maybe insanity really is contagious, and since he's been spending more time with a lunatic lately, the 'crazy virus' must've rubbed off on him.

Yes. That's probably it. 

"Bet I can do a better job... Those omegas are naturally weak; their bodies probably couldn't keep up," Taehyung says, lifting himself just enough to pull his pants and boxer briefs down, then straddling Jeongguk's waist, splaying his palm over the latter's chest while stroking his own cock. "Say, if you keep doing a good job for me, I might be able to satisfy you even more than those bitches you've touched before..." Taehyung rasped, his crimson gaze fixated on Jeongguk's face as he continued to ease his shaft. "Tell me, sajangnim, have you ever been fucked before?" Taehyung asks. 

"Mhm... I don't think so— and you? Nah, judging by how you can't even stay down for a bit, I'm guessing no one has ever dared to touch you 'here'?" Jeongguk taunts as he pushes his palms on Taehyung's ass, squeezing and spreading the latter's fleshy behind.

"Watch your hands. I'm not going to be one of your trashy one-night stands," Taehyung bitterly remarks, totally convinced that if he's done it with others, Jeongguk has probably done the same—if not worse; after all, it'd be absurd for an alpha in his prime to have spent the past ten years alone.

Jeongguk then quietly laughs, pushing his tongue against his cheek as he sits up and grips Taehyung's face. "You really shouldn't project your character onto others, Kim biseo... Believe it or not, I actually managed to stay abstinent."

"Liar."

"That too," Jeongguk says matter-of-factly. "I never lied to you; I may have kept a few things to myself, but I have never—not even once—lied to you, Taehyung," Jeongguk firmly replies, his hands now on Taehyung's waist as the latter holds his gaze. 

'Is he really expecting me to believe that? Impossible—' 

"Don't you think it's unfair? All this time I've been saving myself for you, and yet you want to touch me the same way you did to those strangers whose names I bet you can't even remember." Jeongguk complains as he nuzzles his face against Taehyung's chest. "I've worked so hard. I've been patient—so patient, but still, why can't I be someone who's special to you, Tae?" Jeongguk continues to whine, softly wrapping his arms around Taehyung.

'Hah, are you kidding me?' Taehyung scoffs, knowing that he shouldn't even be listening to this. 

It's outrageous that Jeongguk has the audacity to complain as if he's been betrayed when he was the one who literally married someone else. However, the tinge of grief and disappointment in Jeongguk's words caused the dull pain in Taehyung's chest to return, making him feel uncomfortable. 

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He should leave— run as fast as he can away from here. 

"If you hurt me, I'm going to break your nose," Taehyung muttered under his breath, his cheeks burning as he grasped into the fabric of his robe. 

A gasp was then heard, and Taehyung isn't even sure if it's from him or from Jeongguk, as the latter instantly shifted his now shamelessly zealous gaze to him, an idiotic grin curling up to his lips. "You won't regret it... I promise," Jeongguk assures, oblivious to the fact that Taehyung's already regretting it as soon as he caved in.

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Where you belong (slowed) 

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"W-wait..." Taehyung choked as he felt the pads of Jeongguk's lubed fingers prodding his hole. 

The past few minutes seemed to pass by in a blur, and the next thing Taehyung knew, he was already sprawled on his back on the couch, a small pillow on his lower back, his legs spread apart, watching as Jeongguk poured an ample amount of lube into his palm—where did he get that? Who knows? Ask god. 

And now Jeongguk is on top of him, softly circling Taehyung's rim with whichever finger he's using.

'He looks tight—as he should,' Jeongguk approves. 'But why the scowl? Does it hurt? I'm only touching it though?'

"Why? I'm sure this isn't supposed to hurt yet, baby..." Jeongguk murmurs, squeezing Taehyung's ass as he lightly presses his thumb into the latter's tight heat, then pulling it out almost immediately, doing it again—and again, as Taehyung pants, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging agape as if he’s still trying to process what exactly is happening.

"S-stop calling me that... Ahh..." Taehyung whimpers involuntarily, shutting his eyes tightly as Jeongguk's middle finger slowly enters him. "Nngh... Fuck, it feels weird," Taehyung sighed, trembling as Jeongguk carefully pushed his finger in and out of him. 

"Mhm... Is it?" Jeongguk smirks, exhaling sharply as he buries his face against the crook of Taehyung's neck. "You're so fucking tight, babe. Relax," Jeongguk said as he began rutting his hips onto Taehyung's thigh.

"Shut up! Aghhh!!! Try fingering your own ass, let's see if you can stay calm! Ahhh! F-fucking hell... Nngh..." Taehyung grunts, unable to suppress the screams from his mouth as Jeongguk's digits dig further into him, moving faster, causing Taehyung's thighs to quiver. 

"Should I? Hmm... Maybe next time." Jeongguk grins, tugging Taehyung's earlobe between his teeth. 'Fuck... He's twitching like crazy. His insides feel so warm. I can't wait... I want—'

"I can't hold it much longer... Deep breath, baby, I'll be adding another," Jeongguk asserts, before going after Taehyung's lips once more, kissing him hard to distract him while he adds another finger.

"Ahhh! Wait— w-wait... T-that..." Taehyung babbles, grasping the back of Jeongguk's hair yet again as the latter continues shoving his fingers inside him, curling and twisting, scissoring him open.

It's a mess; his voice, his posture— everything. 'How embarrassing...' Taehyung then shuts his eyes, panting heavily against Jeongguk's mouth. 

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It's too much. 

Taehyung is aware that he agreed to this, but the feeling of someone touching him in places he never even imagined himself touching still overwhelms him, not to mention how damaging it is for his ego as a man and as an alpha to spread his legs out like this. It's maddening— and maybe— Taehyung's over it.

"S-stop... STOP!" Taehyung cries, his cheeks flushed in disgrace as he pushes Jeongguk back.

He was about to get up, grab his clothes, and leave when he froze, getting caught once again in Jeongguk's wanton gaze.

"Why?" Jeongguk asks in heavy takes of breath, sweating, blushing all the way down to his neck; and as Taehyung peeked lower, he finally got a good look at Jeongguk's huge and flushed cock, pulsing and dripping with pre-cum.

'This bastard really wanted to shove that—that colossal baguette inside me? Me? Why would I even let him? I'm not crazy— he is!' 

"Get off—.."

"You really don't want it?" Jeongguk asks, going all puppy-wide eyes as he takes his own cock, as if showing Taehyung his oh-so-pitiful condition right now. 

'Fuck...' Taehyung grimaced to himself, flushing even more as he turned away. "I said stop... A-and just put it in me... T-that "thing"—put it in me already," he says instead, chewing on his bottom lip to prevent himself from uttering something that could further embarrass himself.

'Oh, shit.' Jeongguk then clenches his jaw, feeling himself spill a little as he watches Taehyung pliantly lying back down and spreading his legs wider. 'That was close...'

"Well," Jeongguk hissed, drawing his fingers back and grabbing both of Taehyung's thighs, yanking them up. "I don't think it's possible for me to hold back now, Kim biseo... So you better not forget—you're allowed to break my nose if it hurts." Jeongguk warns as he squeezes a liberal amount of lube over his cock before he aligns his tip against Taehyung's entrance. "F-fuck..." Jeongguk grunts, biting his bottom lip and throwing his head back as he slowly sinks into Taehyung's tight heat, feeling himself be sucked in deep. "God! You're so fucking tight... Ugh..." Jeongguk curses under his breath. 

"H-hah....Ahh... AHHH!!!" Taehyung didn't really expect that he would scream, but he did, arching his back and feeling all his blood crawl up to his face as he pressed the back of his head further into the couch.

It hurts— it hurts so bad, there's no doubt about it. Jeongguk isn't exactly small—far from it, in fact; he's actually even bigger than Taehyung now, not to mention his girth, which instantly made Taehyung feel like he's about to be ripped—if he hasn't been already.

"W-wait... If you— if you clench like that... Nnghh... Fuck!" Jeongguk then grips the edge of the couch, biting his own arm hard to keep himself from cumming on the spot.

"I-it hurts... It hurts, you bastard... Nngh...." Taehyung sobs, sliding his arm between both of them, reaching down to where Jeongguk's cock sinks inside him as he feels his own rim throbbing. "G-god fucking dammit, I said it hurts..." Taehyung cries out, tears streaming down his cheeks, as Jeongguk stares, unable to take his eyes away from the alpha under him. 

'Oh god... I don't really believe in god, but still— oh my god! ' Jeongguk's hand instantly shoots up, covering his own mouth to hide the sneer that's twisting up to his lips: grinning not because he enjoys seeing Taehyung in agony but because he's never seen anything more sinfully beautiful than what lies before him. 

The thing is, Jeongguk was actually telling the truth when he told Taehyung that he had remained abstinent for the past ten years. He spent all his ruts holed up in his room, relying on countless odd medications just to ease the almost unbearable pain he suffered from not being able to be with Taehyung.

Don't get him wrong; it's not like he didn't try to seek out a temporary partner—he did—but for some reason, he was never able to proceed further since just being in a room with someone who wasn't Taehyung made him feel sick to his stomach.

Thus, Jeongguk spent each year thinking about Taehyung, imagining him next to him, kissing him, hugging him, feeling him—and now he's here, unknowingly proving to Jeongguk that nothing can ever compare to the real thing.

'Fuck, look at him crying... I want him. I want him... I want to ruin him... But no— if I do that, then he'll probably leave... I can't let him leave. Never— never again will I lose him.' Jeongguk muses, battling against his own intrusive thoughts while still staring at Taehyung. 

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The room is now filled with Taehyung's silent sniffles and Jeongguk's heavy takes of breath, struggling to compose himself as he runs his palm over Taehyung's lithe but still perfectly toned body, following the curve of his waist, going down to his hips, and his supple thighs that keep on quivering pressed against him. 

Although Taehyung's figure is leaning more on the slimmer side, his body is still toned to perfection with just the right amount of muscles and curves; his shoulders are broad, his waist is sinfully tiny, and his skin glistens like warm honey, especially when he's sweating. 'Hah... I knew it— of course, even his cock looks pretty.' Jeongguk licks his lips hungrily as he peers down at Taehyung's cock, flushed and hard, leaking all over the latter's stomach. 

Then, Jeongguk's gaze drops to where their bodies connect, watching as Taehyung's now soft and puffed-out rim deliciously twitches around his cock. 'Next time... I'll make sure to taste you properly next time.' Jeongguk swears, since he actually held back on eating Taehyung out, to not overwhelm the latter too much. 'Pretty... Every inch of you is still so pretty, angel— I know you already know this, but really, you're driving me even more crazy... You scare me.'

Yes, from then up to now, Kim Taehyung is certainly still the most beautiful person Jeongguk has ever seen in his life.

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"Should I— should I pull out?" Jeongguk asks as he gently wipes Taehyung's tears, his cheeks puffing slightly as he continues to breathe out slowly, hanging on to whatever remains of his sanity.

Taehyung then peers at Jeongguk, his vision blurry. He knows what to say; however, he also doesn't want to tap out like a pathetic loser just because of a little pain.

It's stupid— he is, that is.

"No. J-just do it gently." Taehyung stubbornly replies, feeling Jeongguk's cock throb inside of him.

'Oh my, will I really be able to hold back?' Jeongguk wonders as he grabs Taehyung by the arm, pulling him up and making him straddle his lap. 'Well, I at least have to act like I tried, right?.'

*gasp!*

"How about we do this? Bet you like this position better. You on top— me on the bottom." Jeongguk smirks as he looks up at Taehyung. 

'Is he mocking me?' Taehyung seethes, both his thighs quivering as he strains to hold his weight up, feeling another inch of Jeongguk's cock sliding deeper into his ass.

"I don't exactly trust myself right now, Tae... So let's do it your way, okay.?" Jeongguk states, helping Taehyung by holding his hips and preventing the latter from impaling himself due to their current position, as Jeongguk's cock is still buried half-way inside of him.

"B-but why? I—" Taehyung pauses, oblivious to the tears flowing down his own face as he stares at his own reflection through Jeongguk's eyes. 

He couldn't really explain it, but somehow doing this with Jeongguk made him feel so vulnerable and weak, as if he had reverted to the person he was before—the version of himself he despises the most.

It's terrifying. 

"Shh... Why the tears? I'm the one who's supposed to cry here, right?" Jeongguk cooed, pressing a soft kiss on Taehyung's damp cheek. 

'Tears? Am I— Am I crying?' Taehyung frowned, trembling fingers touching the damp trails of tears on his cheek, and when he realized that he was indeed crying, Taehyung then wiped his face immediately. 

"Right... So why don't you start doing that now?" Taehyung grunts as he straightens up, gritting his teeth hard and swallowing whatever's left of his pride as he begins sinking further down into Jeongguk's cock. 

"Easy... Don't hurt yourself, baby..." Jeongguk purred, nuzzling his face against Taehyung's neck. 

"Nngh... Fuck you... N-no wonder you're a virgin," Taehyung grumbles as he grabs Jeongguk's shoulders and sits on his heels, feeling Jeongguk's cock stretch out his rim as he takes him further into him. 'This fucker— just what kind of dick? Is this a two-liter bottle?',  "Ahh... Shit!" Taehyung continues to complain, flinging his head back with a loud gasp as he finally takes in all of Jeongguk. 

"Nngh... Well, I'm sorry, I guess?" Jeongguk let out a breathless moan as Taehyung tugs on his hair, lips ghosting over his own. 

"S-see? Bet no one was able to take your cock as deep as I did... Not even that bitch who left you with that hideous hickey on your neck." Taehyung rasped, his knees trembling as he lifted himself up and then slams back down, eliciting a rather animalistic growl from Jeongguk, who just lowered his head against Taehyung's chest, nails raking against the latter's bare waist.

"Pfft... R-right, 'that bitch'." Jeongguk chuckles, "As if I really had anyone to compare the difference... I told you, I've never done this with— A-ahh!!!" Jeongguk wasn't able to finish what he was about to say as his voice broke into another loud groan when Taehyung began moving his hips even faster. "Yes! Yes! Just like that... Nngh... Fuck, you're so tight... Mm... Feels good, Tae... Nngh... So good." Jeongguk babbles almost incoherently as Taehyung continues to fuck himself with his cock.

'Crazy... This is crazy...' Taehyung moans, feeling the pain from earlier slowly fade into a strange sense of pleasure, clouding his mind even further. 'Yes. You better remember this well, you bastard—I'm the one making you feel like this... You belong to no one else but me.' Taehyung smirks as he swings his arms back, laying both his arms on Jeongguk's thighs; challenged and now ready to please, he rides the latter as if it's not his first time taking someone's cock inside of him. 

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Both their grunts and moans then turned louder and louder as Jeongguk gripped Taehyung's waist even tighter, thrusting his own hips hard and fast, unable to hold back any longer.

"Nngh.... AHHH! F-FUCK! N-NOT— NOT SO FAST... AHHH!" Taehyung exclaims; he's never really been the loud one in bed, just as he's never really been on the receiving end— so really, what the hell?

He continued to breathe in the thick mixture of his and Jeongguk's pheromones in the air, aware that once he's sober, he'll be blaming that for making him drop every ounce of his shame.

It's odd, but the more Taehyung becomes accustomed to having Jeongguk's cock inside him, the better he feels, and it's driving him insane; it's as if he's becoming someone else, because surely he is no longer himself. 

<you can play this as you read.>

Chills

"You—" Taehyung breathes, slowing down and cupping Jeongguk's face as his resolve goes weak along with his knees. "You're mine," Taehyung blurted before he could even think, which baffled him enough that his eyes even widened in disbelief. "I— no--..nngh..." As if his words weren't embarrassing enough, Taehyung then shuddered, his own body betraying him as he came untouched, spilling his thick load all over Jeongguk's stomach. 

"That's it. No takebacks." Jeongguk's lips then instantly twist up to a wide menacing grin, glancing down at the beautiful mess Taehyung just made, grunting as he lifted the latter up and laid him back down on the couch.

'What the fuck did I—', "Wait... That wasn't..." Taehyung stutters as he stares at Jeongguk, who is now looming over him, that sneer still on his lips, and his eyes burning bright red at him. It's odd, but for whatever reason, Taehyung began to instinctively crawl back, gasping when Jeongguk grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back.

"Mhm... Just where do you think you're going? Why? Scared?" Jeongguk taunts as he grabs both of Taehyung's legs, lifting and folding them up until his knees touch his chest.

"A-as if..." Taehyung replies, forcing a sneer, still stubbornly acting as if he wasn't just about to flee the scene. 

"Good. Because we're far from being done here, Kim biseo... Don't worry, you have my permission to take a day off work tomorrow." Jeongguk muttered as he plunged his cock back into Taehyung.

***

*phone ringing...*

"Yes, hello? Oh, I just finished cleaning the restrooms. I'm collecting the trash now— wait! I almost forgot the C-suit, I'll just," 

'Ahhhh...'

The office cleaner in charge of the top floor of the KDC building wasn't able to finish what she was about to tell her friend on the phone when she heard a faint sound just as he was about to open the chairman's office door.

—"Hey, is everything okay?" the other lady on the phone asks her colleague.

"Y-yes... I just thought I heard something. I'll be right there; I'll just collect the trash here in the C-suit," the office cleaner says as her hand hovers over the handle, about to open the door—when...

'Nnghh... Ahhhh....'

"H-hey, Bom-ah... Did chairman Jeon leave the office already?" The cleaning lady asks.

—"Huh? Of course, are you even aware of what time it is now? It's way past office hours, we’re the only ones here, which is why I've been telling you to hurry up; I'm dying to go home already,"

"W-we're the only ones here? Are you really sure—like one hundred percent sure?" the cleaning lady asks again, shivers running up her spine. 

—"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up, okay?"

'AAARGHHHHHH!!!'

"KYAAAAHHHH!!!!'' The cleaning lady shrieks in horror as a beastly growl suddenly echoes throughout the corridor, prompting her to run fast towards the elevator.

—"Hey! Why did you scream? Are you okay? What happened?!"

"*sniff... sniff...* I knew it... I-I knew it... The rumors are true... I can't do this... I'm quitting!" 

—"What are you saying? What rumors? Pfft... Hey, you're not talking about the rumored ghost on the top floor, right? I told you, we're just messing around earlier--.."

"No! It's real! I heard it! It was screaming! It was mad! The ghost—there's a ghost in the chairman's office!"

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<you can play this as you read.>

We go down together

<FLASHBACK 7 YEARS AGO>

"This is getting out of hand, young master; you need to go to the hospital or else—"

 

 

"*cough* Or else what?" Jeongguk remarks, his palm stained by the blood he just coughed.

 

 

"Or else, you will probably die," Jun-yeol asserts, trying to keep his cool despite the fact that it's not easy for him to watch Jeongguk go through another horrific rut cycle. 

 

 

It's been around 3 years since the young Jeon started experiencing such pains throughout his rut cycles, but this is arguably the worst, considering that none of the medications prescribed by the family's doctor helped to at least alleviate any of Jeongguk's symptoms.

 

 

Jeongguk's rut has been going on for two days now and shows no signs of abating. He's curled up in his own apartment in Gangnam, empty pill bottles scattered on the floor, blood splattered all over the gray linens of the bed—it's horrible, and Jeongguk is still refusing to accept any help.

 

 

"Hah, I won't. I can't—at least not yet," Jeongguk sighs and smiles defeatedly to himself. "There's only one person who has the power to determine my death, so I can't die just yet," Jeongguk adds as he coughs out blood again.

 

 

"Then, should I just bring him? Kim Taehyung-ssi, I mean?" Jun-yeol asks, his face distraught as he lowers his head and curls his hands into tight fists. "You've always known where to find him, so why not just go to him and end all this suffering? I—" Jun-yeol glanced at Jeongguk, only to look away, unable to stand seeing the younger alpha he's serving in such an awful condition. "It pains me to see you in pain, sir," Jun-yeol mutters under his breath.

 

"Why? Because I look a lot like my dad—or was it my mom?" Jeongguk said, prompting Jun-yeol to glance back at him in shock and panic.

 

"Young master!—"

 

"Listen, this may sound rude, but I don't really care about you, Jun-yeol. I have no plans of being another 'Jeon' whose world revolves around you," Jeongguk declares as he collapses on the bed. "Isn't it ironic that within the very family you vowed to serve, you already have someone who loathes you and another who has turned into a complete monster just to keep you? You see, I have absolutely no intention of inserting myself into that muddled picture." Jeongguk continued, shifting his gaze to Jun-yeol. "Good for you, right? 'The youngest Jeon' is already—completely owned by another person."

 

 

"Y-young master, I would never," Jun-yeol stutters, knowing there's nothing he can say to defend himself against what the younger alpha has stated, so he just drops the subject. "If you do not wish to see a doctor or Kim Taehyung, then please allow me to bring you an omega, sir. Omega pheromones might help manage your symptoms," Jun-yeol suggests, while Jeongguk simply chuckles, clearly dismissing the idea yet again.

 

"Just leave me alone Jun-yeol—"

 

"Please, sir," Jun-yeol urges, earning a stern glare from Jeongguk.

 

"I said no."

 

"Then let's go for a drive. Choi Woo-shik just confirmed Kim Taehyung-ssi's location earlier; he's in a coffee shop near Hanyang University, so if we drive or walk around the area, you might be able to run into him," Jun-yeol said as the younger alpha averted his gaze.

 

"If I see him, what difference does it make? I'm still not someone who deserves to even stand next to him," Jeongguk laments as he turns his gaze to the ceiling, trying to ignore the searing ache he's feeling in his chest.

 

"If you don't want to approach him yet, then don't. Just act as if it's a coincidence—you don't even have to look at him, as simply being close to the one who imprinted on you will surely ease a bit of the pain you're feeling." Jun-yeol exhaled, clearly straining to compose himself. "I know you prefer Kim Taehyung-ssi to come to you on his own volition, but if you keep acting like this, you—and maybe even him—might really die before that happens," Jun-yeol added, taking Jeongguk's coat from the nearby hanger and offering it to the latter, who's still on the bed. "You should know sir, that if you're in pain, so is he... The only difference is that you're aware of it—thus you feel it, unlike him who's probably still oblivious to the fact that his own wolf is already bleeding inside of him." Jun-yeol added, seizing Jeongguk's wrist and pulling him up, sighing in relief when the younger alpha finally stopped resisting.

 

"So he might be in pain too? Ahh... That would be nice if he is. I want him so much, it hurts—and the more it hurts, the more I resent him for it." Jeongguk then chuckles bitterly to himself as Jun-yeol assists him in putting on his coat. "What do you think of us, Jun-yeol-ah? Me and Kim Taehyung—we're both crazy, aren't we?"

 

"Certainly, sir, but aren't we all?"

 

 

<END OF FLASHBACK...>

***

The thing with Taehyung and Jeongguk is that they're nearly identical, nevertheless very different from each other. Most of their similarities stem from them both being dominant alphas, and funny enough, it is also the reason why they often clash.

From the moment they met, Jeongguk saw Taehyung as his equal, and the more time he spent with him—the more he got to know him—the clearer it became to him that Kim Taehyung is the only person who can handle all of the madness that has been ravening inside of him—and for Taehyung, Jeongguk's existence probably means the same thing. 

Two male dominant alphas: a peculiar pairing that society is likely to dismiss, yet Jeongguk believes that it works—and if the world says it doesn't, he might as well just burn the world.  

Back when they were younger, even though Jeongguk had always been aware of the imprint, he had never expected his body to crave Taehyung in such an intimate way—and yet he did.

It often happens instantaneously whenever Taehyung is near. Jeongguk seemed to be incapable of controlling his own body; maybe it was the imprint acting or maybe it's something else, but whatever it is, it has successfully roused Jeongguk's greed— greed that has been consuming him for the past ten years.

During the time they were apart, Jeongguk developed a constant hunger for Taehyung; it's as if he'd been left for years in a desert, dying for at least a sip of water, and even though Jeongguk survived, ten years of suffering would've been enough to damage a person.

In Jeongguk's case, he fears that it has turned him into a monster. 

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<you can play this as you read.>

Double fantasy

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"AAAAAAAAH!" 

"Oh my... I think someone might've heard you, babe. You're making so much noise..." Jeongguk giggled against Taehyung's nape, the is alpha now on all fours, his long hair firmly coiled around Jeongguk's fist as the latter continued to snap his hips, fucking him ferociously. "I'm not complaining, by the way—I actually love it," Jeongguk said as he straightened up, kneeling on the couch, still clutching Taehyung's gorgeous long raven locks.

"S-shut up! AHHH! Fuck—fuck you! nngh... Ahhh... AHHH!" Taehyung screamed, his voice breaking into a string of high-pitched moans he never even thought he was capable of producing every time Jeongguk thrust his cock into him.

Jeongguk had imagined this particular moment a million times already, so he knew he'd go totally nuts at every little sound that would come out of Taehyung's mouth, but what he didn't expect was for Taehyung to be this loud.

The chairman's office is meant to be soundproofed, yet the noises Taehyung made—and still makes—could undoubtedly still be heard across the whole floor, which actually doesn't bother Jeongguk; in fact, he prefers Taehyung to scream even louder.

Why? Probably because Taehyung is a liar—but his moans are loaded with his truth, and it certainly does things to Jeongguk.

"There! Ugh... There! Fuck—it feels good when you push it right there... Ahhh!" Taehyung choked on his own words as Jeongguk delivered, the tip of his cock slamming and sliding through the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him, drowning him more in such strange pleasure.

"Here? Yes, yes, I know..." Jeongguk hummed as his free hand gripped Taehyung's waist, pushing him back and pulling him by the hair, doing so again, establishing a rhythm that made Taehyung cry out his name. "See? You may be more experienced, but I've always been a fast learner... And at this rate, I'm sure I'll be able to catch up with you sooner or later," Jeongguk rasped as he tugged Taehyung's hair harder, leading the latter to straighten up, the back of his already damp red robe flushed against Jeongguk's chest, his spine arched in ways he had no idea were possible as he sat fully on Jeongguk's cock, his bare ass sliding on the latter's lap.

A breathy groan then escaped Taehyung's mouth, his insides twitching like crazy as Jeongguk grinds his hips, pushing his cock balls deep inside of him.

'He— he's even deeper now... Shit—fuck this,' Taehyung curses in his thoughts, throwing his head back as he begins to slightly move on his own, welcoming each of the latter's ruthless thrusts.

Sure, Taehyung has slept with others before, mostly during his rut cycle and some just because, but Taehyung never actually liked it. More often than not, sex is a chore Taehyung does because not doing so makes his own body feel more uncomfortable. It was an act to provide temporary respite, and so Taehyung never thought of it as pleasurable.

Until tonight, that is.

As much as Taehyung's ego as an alpha wanted him to reject Jeongguk's touch, his own body couldn't lie; it hurts, yet it burns; it's foreign but familiar; it provokes and arouses him in the most cataclysmically disgusting sense conceivable. 

It feels good—so fucking good that it's infuriating. It's as if Jeongguk knows Taehyung's body better than he does, and that thought alone makes what they're doing seem twice as scandalous to Taehyung.

"If you really wanted to catch up, you ought to do better than that," Taehyung husked, throwing his arm back to grab Jeongguk's hair and bring the latter closer to his face. "If it were me, you'd be coming from my cock for the third time by now," Taehyung chides, dismissing the thought of letting Jeongguk think he's already subdued him. 

"Oh, is that so?" Jeongguk cooed, flicking his tongue against the shell of Taehyung's ear. "Then I shall work harder," Jeongguk added as he wrapped Taehyung's hair in his fist again, twisting it tight and tugging it down, his other hand sliding from Taehyung's waist to his chest, pinching one of the latter's already flushed and swollen nipples before he began thrusting his hips again, causing Taehyung to bounce up and down on his lap.

'His hands are so rough, my skin keeps on prickling from his touch,' Taehyung thinks as he rests his palm on top of Jeongguk's hand, which is currently cupping his chest, fingers pinching and rubbing on his nipple. He then groaned when Jeongguk yanked his hair harder, pulling his head back and making him expose his throat even more. 'I can't breathe... Is he planning to kill me? Everything—everything inside me—is being pummeled... Is he not aware of how big he is?'

"Hey... Did you know? I've been wanting to use your hair like this since I realized how long it's grown. It's so fucking sexy, I don't ever want to let go—say, did you grow it out for this purpose?" Jeongguk teased, his lips ghosting over Taehyung's cheek.

"A-as if... Nngh... Ahhh! Fucking hell... You're too deep! Ahhh!" 

"No? Then why did you grow your hair this long? I'm sure there must be a reason..." Jeongguk probed again as he put his arm around Taehyung's waist before shifting on the couch, taking Taehyung with him, the latter's legs awkwardly splayed widely apart.

"Fuck! You're really asking me that now?!" Taehyung exploded, feeling more exposed in their current position, as he's basically naked, facing the door, on top of Jeongguk.

"Hmm... Why not? C'mon... Just tell me—I asked for your honesty, remember?" Jeongguk says, releasing Taehyung's hair, letting it fall freely all over his chest as he takes the latter's cock in his hand, toying with it by lightly shaking the stiff shaft back and forth, eliciting another loud and frustrated moan from Taehyung.

"S-shit! Nngh... Stop!" Taehyung cries, reaching for his already throbbing cock when Jeongguk slaps his hand and grips it, seizing both of Taehyung's wrists, leaving the latter's cock swinging freely up and down, carelessly slapping against his thigh and stomach, as Jeongguk began rolling his hips upwards, pushing his cock deeper inside Taehyung's ass. 

"T-touch me, you fucker! Nngh... I'm close... Ahhh... I want—I want to come! It hurts! Let go! Aargh!!!!" Taehyung let out another untamed growl as he felt Jeongguk's cock pulsating inside him, igniting a fire pooling low in his stomach.

"Then answer me... I'll let you come once you answer my question, Kim biseo... I'm really curious to know..." Jeongguk husked, letting go of Taehyung's wrist, gripping the latter's cock again, stroking it fast while pressing his thumb on the tip, hindering Taehyung from spilling anything. 

"AAAHHH!!! Let go! Let go—ahhh!" Taehyung screams, losing all the strength in his arms as he continues to lose his mind, unable to think of anything else but to come undone.

It's too much. 

Jeongguk continues to stimulate him from both the front and back while keeping his ass stuffed with the latter's huge cock, sliding relentlessly in and out of him, and yet he continues to be deprived of any relief.  

<you can play this as you read.>

Salted wound

'He's— he's so...', "Nngh... You're so mean... You're mean... Nngh..." Taehyung then covers his face with his hands as he breaks down, suddenly feeling so helpless that he couldn't do anything, so he just cried—and for some reason, this prompted Jeongguk to finally stop moving.

"H-hey... Crying is cheating—fuck! Come here..." Jeongguk hissed, knowing he had no chance against Taehyung's tears, and so he removed his thumb from the tip of the latter's cock, gently stroking the shaft this time, his free hand cupping Taehyung's jaw, tilting his face towards him as he presses soft wet kisses on the back of Taehyung's palms.

"Let me kiss you," Jeongguk whispers, smiling defeatedly to himself as Taehyung peeks adorably between his fingers, peering at him with his glossy crimson eyes, gleaming in tears. "I don't like you." Taehyung whimpered, chewing on his bottom lip, still visibly upset, cheeks burning in shame.

"Liar." Jeongguk chuckles as he nuzzles his face against Taehyung's hands, gently nudging them away from the latter's face, gazing right into Taehyung's eyes as he kisses him on the lips once again.

As he's already on the edge, it only took Taehyung a few seconds of kissing Jeongguk with their tongues sensually rolling over each other for him to feel a spring coiling tightly inside of him and then being released, making him gasp and shudder as he came in hot spurts all over Jeongguk's hand.

A long, delicious, and breathless moan then escaped Taehyung's mouth, and as Jeongguk swallowed the sound, he felt Taehyung clenching tight around his shaft. Then it was as if the earth had stuttered on its axis, causing Jeongguk's vision to fade into black, and before he knew it, he was already moaning loudly as his orgasm ripped through his body, releasing the first wave of his ten-year worth of lust inside the alpha on top of him.

"That, too, is cheating, angel... You can't just clench around me like that—how could I possibly hold back?" Jeongguk sighed, his cock still throbbing, strings of his thick cum seeping out of Taehyung's rim and trickling down to his own skin.

"I— I grew it out to remind myself of my guilt." Taehyung mewled against Jeongguk's lips. "The world is constantly changing, and I hate that I have no control over it. Time is my enemy, and the longer it passes, the more tempting it becomes to just forget the things I still can't afford to forget… So, as ridiculous as it may sound, I kept my hair long as an oath. The longer it grows, the harder I must hold on to my grudge against those who have ruined my life before... Did I answer your question?" Taehyung whispers in heavy takes of breaths as he leans the back of his head over Jeongguk's shoulder, listening to his heart hammering inside his chest.

"I see... Well, your grievances look so good on you, it makes me not want you to let them go. Just hate them—hate them all—and together, we'll destroy their high places and spite the land they built in gold. And you, my angel—you will take it all." Jeongguk says as he runs his damp palms all over Taehyung's body, caressing his inner thighs, going up to his stomach, his chest, and his neck, before he grasps his chin and kisses him again.

"So—will you really help me, or will this be yet another of your many broken promises?" Taehyung asks, raking his nails against Jeongguk's scalp as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Oh, when did I ever break a promise—"

"You said you'd always be on my side, but you denied me and pushed me away; you said I'd be the only one, but you got married; you said you'd never hurt me, but you did... Should I keep going?" Taehyung replies, his words cutting but his tone calm.

"You can, but just so you know, I never left your side, Taehyung... And that is precisely why I did what I did. I got married so I could finally stand above my hell and be next to you. I hurt you so I wouldn't lose you. It was all for you—if that counts as breaking a promise, so be it. I honestly wouldn't hesitate to do it all over again if I have to. Does that upset you?" Jeongguk hums, nuzzling his face against the crook of Taehyung's neck.

"Hah, I don't really care. There's nothing you can do to hurt me, Jeon. As I told you before, I'm just humoring you since right now, you're quite useful," Taehyung mutters, biting back a moan when he feels Jeongguk getting harder inside of him, while the latter starts playing with his chest once more.

"That's fine. Now, can we do it again? I didn't expect your honesty to sound so sexy—it makes me want to fuck you till it's morning," Jeongguk whispers, rolling his hips slowly as he continues to rub both of Taehyung's flushed and sensitive nipples.

"Till morning? Don't be silly, as if a virgin like you would be able to last that long." Taehyung laughed as he began to feel fuzzy again, his cock twitching, getting harder and harder the more he listened to the faint squelching sound of Jeongguk's thick cum oozing out of his sore and swollen hole every time the latter bucks his hips, slowly sliding his cock in and out of him.

"Oh, is that a challenge? Careful, I'm rather competitive, you know that, don't you?" Jeongguk warned, grinning coyly when he felt Taehyung move, grinding his hips on top of him.

"I'm not an omega, Jeon sajangnim. Breaking me won't be that easy. Nngh..."

"Then, shall we have a bet on how long I can last? Though if you agree, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to stop even if you pass out." Jeongguk continues as he hooks his arms under both of Taehyung's thighs, pulling his cock out and lifting him up, leading him to face him, their bare chests flushed together.

"S-shit... Nngh... You're really putting those muscles to good use, huh?" Taehyung winced, placing his arms over Jeongguk's shoulders, feeling the latter's tip probe his hole. "Fine, try it. But if you pass out first, then you should let me have a go in your hole," Taehyung adds, a strained sneer on his face as he sinks down onto Jeongguk's cock once more.

"Mhm... Deal." Jeongguk purred, before they once again filled the whole office with the loud sounds of their grunts and moans.

***

<you can play this as you read.>

Bones

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Taehyung has then lost track of time; he has no idea how many times he came already since he seemed to have lost all feeling in his lower body. 

It's strange, since Taehyung thought he merely blinked, and the next thing he knew, it was already bright outside, and the light of the sun was already hitting him in the face, blinding him as he opened his eyes again. 

'What's with all this shaking? Is it an earthquake? Ugh, I'm dizzy...' Taehyung thinks, massaging his temples and squinting his eyes to see clearly—it feels weird; his stomach feels so full that it's aching, while the rest of his body feels numb; he can barely move his arms, and he can feel an odd sensation inside his ass.

And then it hit him. 

*gasp!*

"Oh, did I wake you up? I'm sorry..." Jeongguk chuckles as Taehyung stares at him in disbelief. "I win. Good morning, sleepy Kim."

***

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<message>

From : Jeon Jeongguk

: do not let anyone inside my office. 

"Fucking hell... Why isn't he answering his phone?" Woo-shik mutters under his breath as he quietly chases Jeon Sohee, whom he saw marching angrily towards the C-suite first thing in the morning, just after he read Jeongguk's message instructing him, for whatever reason, not to let anyone in the chairman's office. 

"Ah shit. Whatever—Ma'am, wait! The chairman isn't in yet!" Woo-shik exclaims as he hurries to block Sohee's path.

"And who are you?" Sohee asks, lifting a brow as she eyes Woo-shik up and down.

"A-an employee? Heh..." Woo-shik chuckles nervously, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to, beta? Your jerk of a boss isn't in his apartment, so where else could he be? Get out of my way, you disgusting piece of shit," Sohee hissed as she shoved Woo-shik to the side before storming into the chairman's office.

"Oh my... I don't really know what exactly is happening, but for some reason, I don't have a good feeling about this," Woo-shik mumbles to himself as he glances at Taehyung's empty desk.

♠️

'Enough,' Taehyung wanted to shout, but at this point he couldn't even hear his own voice; every part of him had gotten so sore that he could not lift a single muscle anymore.

To be honest, Taehyung has no idea how he fell into this position, but he's now fully naked on the couch, lying flat on his stomach, grimacing while Jeongguk spreads his ass cheeks wide apart. 'I'm going to die... Does this fucker really not know how to stop? What in the world is he planning to do now?' Taehyung wonders, gritting his teeth as Jeongguk slides his fingers or whatever it is the latter is now ramming inside his ass.

"Relax, I'm just cleaning you up," Jeongguk whispered, his voice warm and tender, as if he hadn't been an utter beast on the bed (or the couch?) just a few minutes ago. "My, my... It's all loose and swollen now. Does it hurt?" Jeongguk inquires, laying the side of his face on the back of Taehyung's thigh as he continues to clean the latter's insides.

"And who's fault is that? S-stop it already... It hurts like a damn bitch, you fucker," Taehyung grumbles, his drowsy eyes still shooting daggers at Jeongguk. "T-this is the last time... I swear—"

"The last time, we'll do it here on this couch? Yes, that's right, I actually just placed an order for a new bed; it should be here in a few minutes." Jeongguk chuckles as he plants a soft kiss on Taehyung's thigh after he's done cleaning him up. 

"You're the worst," Taehyung snarled.

"The best, you mean? I know, I know..." Jeongguk teases as he crouches down on the floor, staring at Taehyung. 

"The best at being an asshole," Taehyung chided, still refusing to concede and let Jeongguk get the final word on whatever petty argument they're now having.

"The best asshole, huh?" Jeongguk hummed. "Oh, yes... I think your asshole is absolutely the best—now go to sleep. As much as I want to stay here with you, I need to get ready, or else I'll be late for work, so you just rest here, okay?" Jeongguk cooed, gently patting the top of Taehyung's head as he stood up. He then took a bath towel from his mini closet and was about to take a shower when he felt compelled to turn back to Taehyung. 

"Ahh, I changed my mind... I'm the chairman, so that means I'm allowed to be late sometimes, right?" Jeongguk sneers as he joins Taehyung on the couch once more. "W-wait... What are you—... Ahhh—nngh... Fuck!"

***

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Stockholm syndrome

'Congratulations on your marriage, Sohee! Your wedding was so lovely that I almost sobbed and ruined my makeup! '

 

'Gosh! Weren't we just talking about how hot ENNEAD's Jeon Jeongguk was a few months ago? And look at you now—you're actually married to the guy! Lucky!'

 

'I know, right? You see, I happened to meet Jeon Jeongguk in CC's around 2 years ago, and let me tell you, he is—THAT—alpha! He's so tall and attractive, and ugh! He's just so freaking hot! Gosh, I even got him a drink, but he refused. Bummer.'

 

'Oh, I remember that! We were all there at CC's with the girls when Jeon Jeongguk rejected Min-young! Hahahaha! It was hilarious since he didn't even look at her once! Wait, were you already dating at that time? Sohee-ah, were you the reason why Min-young got rejected? Hahahaha!'

 

'C'mon, that was a long time ago, okay? Besides, I'm also married now, and I'm really happy for our Sohee here. Listen, why don't you bring your hubby the next time we get together? We can meet for lunch—or dinner? It'll be fun! I'll bring my husband as well; I'm sure Seon-ho and Jeongguk-ssi will get along given that they both play golf.'

 

'Oh, that's a good idea! I'll ask my fiance to come too!' 

 

'Right, you have to introduce us to your 'hot' husband! Oh, and please ask him if he can bring one of his friends for me, alright? I just wish I could meet someone like THE Jeon Jeongguk; you're really lucky, Sohee-ah! Ugh! I'm so jealous!'

 

***

"Lucky? Who? Me? What a crock of bullshit." Sohee swears under her breath as she breaks into her husband's office, thinking about the conversation she had with some of her friends a few days ago.

The thing is, last night was a disaster, not only because it was Sohee's first time to be stood up by anyone, but also because she was made a fool in front of her own family and the Jeon's.

Yes, Sohee's family, as well as Jeon Jungho, Jeon Shin-hye, and even Jeongguk's step brother Hwang Sehun, came to see them at their new house, but Jeongguk was nowhere to be found, and he also did not respond to any of Sohee's calls.

On top of that, Sohee had to deal with the incident that occurred last night at one of her family's exclusive nightclubs.

That's why she's here at the KDC building, ready to confront her own husband, who appeared to have disappeared shortly after their wedding.

*SLAM!*

"You!—" 

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"So you're really here, huh? Wow, is this where you're planning to live?" Sohee explodes as she opens the door, finding Jeongguk sat behind his desk, looking as pristine as ever in his fitted black turtleneck shirt while reading whatever the hell those damn paperworks are for.

"Oh, I didn't know you'd come to visit? What brings you here, Sohee-ssi?" Jeongguk asked with the same polite smile on his face, infuriating Sohee even more.

"Are you being serious right now?! Do you even have any idea what you've done?!!" Sohee shouts, walking towards Jeongguk, knocking the stacks of documents on the alpha's desk, while Jeongguk merely sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he leans back in his swivel chair. 

"Mhm... I'm not sure? As you can see, I'm currently flooded with work. Why? Is there anything that I need to know?" Jeongguk exhaled, his eyes glowing red as he glanced up at the seething omega in front of him.

"Work?" Sohee scoffs, "If you're really that concerned about your job, enough to humiliate your own 'wife,' then you should've heard what happened at CC's last night!" Sohee exclaims, amber eyes glaring as Jeongguk rises from his seat, pouring himself a glass of whiskey—an odd choice of drink given that it's only ten o'clock in the morning.

"CC's?" Jeongguk says, gazing out the windows and hissing as he takes a sip of his drink. "You mean that club in Gangnam? If so, then what about it?"

"What about it? Seriously?! Well, newsflash! Hae-in oppa got arrested in one of our clubs last night, and now we're at risk of losing our patrons!" Sohee said, her cheeks flushed with anger.

"Oh, is that so?" Jeongguk inquired, as if he had no knowledge about the situation. "Well, that can't be helped. Shin Hae-in is an actor, so he probably has a lot of haters. He should've been more careful." Jeongguk shrugs as he finishes his drink, a sly grin curling up on his lips.

"Are you for real?! Do something! We can't have any of our club members doubting their security within our own establishment, or else we'll lose our business! If dad—"

"If father-in-law really wanted me to do something about it, he would've asked me himself... Sohee-ah, you should know—that club is the least of my concerns, especially since I've been so preoccupied saving the very business that your own father nearly lost due to his excessive gambling," Jeongguk asserts as he turns back to Sohee, casually placing his empty glass on the desk. "Tell me, are you really upset because we're losing some of our patrons, or is it because Shin Hae-in is friends with that alpha you often meet late at night in one of the club's private rooms?" Jeongguk asked, which seemed to have struck a nerve within Sohee that she even had to seize the collar of Jeongguk's shirt. 

"So what if that's the reason? Why? Don't tell me you're acting like a dick right now because you're jealous?" Sohee glowered suspiciously at Jeongguk, then swallowed awkwardly when the alpha suddenly leaned closer to her ear. "Watch your words, Sohee-ssi. Sometimes, even the walls have ears," Jeongguk says, releasing his pheromones as a warning, causing Sohee to shudder and let go of Jeongguk's shirt.

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"So the wife is also having an affair, huh? That's interesting..." Taehyung mutters to himself, now wrapped in his bright red robe that bears both his and Jeongguk's scents. He then lit up a cigarette as he rested his back against the opposite side of the wooden shelf that acts as the entrance to the chairman's main office.

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"Your scent..." Sohee stutters as she reflexively pulls away from Jeongguk, covering her nose due to the relatively strong scent of the latter's pheromones.

"Mhm... What about it?" Jeongguk chuckles, sinking back into his chair.

"Nothing," Sohee responds, having no idea what exactly is wrong with Jeongguk's scent; he still smells like an alpha, but something seems different—strange even, given that as soon as Sohee breathed near Jeongguk, her instincts instantly kicked in, forcing her to back off, sensing that if she doesn't, things might actually go wrong for her in that moment. "W-where's your secretary, by the way? Isn't he supposed to be at his desk outside? Some random beta even got in my way; that wouldn't have happened if your secretary was doing his job," Sohee asserts, changing the subject.

"Oh, Kim biseo? He's not feeling well, so I asked him to just stay at home. Anyway, are we done talking now? I'm really sorry about your favorite club, Sohee-ssi, but as you can see, I still have a lot of other things to worry about." Jeongguk says, that rehearsed smile on his face again as he subtly nodded towards the door, making it clear that their conversation is now over. 

"I don't care what you do, but you better make sure we don't lose CCs, Jeon Jeongguk," Sohee replied, hands clenched on her sides as she turned towards the door, pausing, her hand now hovering over the handle. "By the way, your whole family paid us a visit last night; you should call them; it seemed like your father wasn't exactly pleased that you didn't come home to join us for dinner," Sohee adds as she leaves Jeongguk's office.

"How troublesome." Jeongguk sighed as he rushed to lock the door; then he proceeded to the shelf, and opened the path to his safe haven, which pleasantly smells like Taehyung.

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Queen of disaster

"Ahh... There you are," Jeongguk sighs and beams as he sees Taehyung, who is now standing by the full glass windows, smoking a cigarette, wearing nothing but the same red robe he wore last night when he was moaning on Jeongguk's lap.

"It appeared that your wife came to keep tabs on you. Why? Was she that upset because you didn't come home last night?" Taehyung questioned as he turned towards Jeongguk, resting his back against the windows while taking a long drag of his smoke.

"Hah..." Jeongguk chuckles, his cheeks burning pink as he stares at Taehyung; his long raven locks that still look perfect despite the fact that he just woke up; his silky red robe that's barely even tied in the center, leaving almost nothing to the imagination; kiss and bite marks all over his neck and chest; mile-long legs that were wrapped around Jeongguk's waist just a few hours ago. 

Ah, Kim Taehyung right now, really looks like an erotic dream in the flesh. 

Sinful. 

Stunning. 

Provocative. 

Beautiful. 

"You know that's not what happened," Jeongguk crooned as he approached Taehyung, sliding his palm across the latter's chest, causing Taehyung's silk robe to drop down his shoulder, exposing just one side of his chest. "I bet you forced yourself up, limping towards the shelf just to eavesdrop on what my wife had to say." Jeongguk taunts, leaning down, flicking his tongue against Taehyung's nipple and sucking it while keeping his eyes on Taehyung, delighting in the strained look on the latter's gorgeous face.

"S-so what if I did?" Taehyung replies, his breath stuttering as Jeongguk kneels in front of him. 

"Well, you're not entirely wrong; she was indeed upset because I didn't attend the family dinner, but I can't really help it... I mean, it was absolutely impossible for me to leave the office last night, and I'm sure you know reason." Jeongguk jeered, wrapping his fingers around Taehyung's ankle and laying the latter's foot over his thigh. "How's your body, by the way? Does it still hurt?" Jeongguk hums, now pressing a soft kiss over Taehyung's knee while caressing the supple skin of his bare legs, tracing his palm over Taehyung's thighs and back down to his ankles. 

"You're changing the subject, Jeon sajangnim. Why didn't you tell me you're now basically the owner of CC's? Was that the reason why it was so easy for you to get rid of Shin Hae-in?" Taehyung asks, grabbing a fistful of Jeongguk's hair and yanking it down, forcing the alpha to look at him.

"Exactly... What do you think, Kim biseo? Should I really consider my wife's request to keep that club's business running?" Jeongguk asks, gently loosening Taehyung's grip on his hair as he hoists the latter's leg up and hooks it over his shoulder.

"You're really shameless, aren't you?" Taehyung scoffs, leaning his head back as he takes another drag of his cigarette. "How can you even talk about your wife while you're on your knees lusting after another alpha's dick like some cheap bitch in heat?" Taehyung sneered, clenching his jaw when he felt Jeongguk parting his legs wider, before burying his face against his inner thighs. 

"Oh my... Looks like you're really upset that I've got myself a pretty wife, huh? Don't worry—you know you're still my number one." Jeongguk chuckled against Taehyung's skin as he slid his hand under the latter's robe, palming his half-hard shaft, feeling it stiffen by the second.

"You're delusional." Taehyung hissed, seizing Jeongguk's wrist. "Spill it. I'm sure you know something about that club. It's under your name now, right? I bet it's one of the properties that you acquired after marrying your pretty omega wife." Taehyung husked, flashing his crimson eyes at Jeongguk as he demanded answers.

"Mhm... Is it? I'm not sure," Jeongguk sneers, glancing at Taehyung as he lightly bites the latter's thigh. "Well, You know, my memory tends to get clearer whenever I get what I want," Jeongguk adds, twisting his wrist just enough to free it from Taehyung's grip; he then takes the latter's hand, locking their fingers together, giggling as Taehyung rolls his eyes at him, looking annoyed as usual.

"Hey, haven't you had enough?" Taehyung snapped, his brows furrowed, watching as Jeongguk flattened his tongue against the base of his cock, taking both of his testicles inside his mouth, breathing another obscene moan while swirling his tongue around Taehyung's still sensitive sacks, causing the other alpha to shudder in response. "What do you think?" Jeongguk replies, as he wraps his hand around Taehyung's now fully-hard cock, gently pulling it down and letting his lips lightly brush against the skin of Taehyung's shaft.

"No," Taehyung sternly replies, grabbing Jeongguk's jaw and squeezing his cheeks hard in his hand. "Tell me what you know first, then I'll decide whether or not it's valuable information," Taehyung adds, grimacing in distaste when Jeongguk goes all puppy-eyed on him once more. 

'This—this fucker,' Taehyung curses in his head, straining to keep eye contact with Jeongguk, who now appears to be on the verge of shedding tears if Taehyung dares to utter another word to reject him. 

"You're so mean, Kim biseo," Jeongguk whines, prompting Taehyung's cheeks to instantly flush red, suddenly having flashbacks to his own remarks when he burst into tears while they were having sex last night. "YOU!—" 

"Park Joo-hyuk," Jeongguk says, shaking Taehyung's grip off his face, taking the latter's hand in his, and kissing the back of his palm. "Shin Hae-in, Ahn Seung-hoon, and even the newly appointed deputy mayor of Seoul, Jang Minho, are all VIP members of the Kang's largest exclusive club in Gangnam—CC's. Jeongguk continues, as he lays soft, wet kisses all over Taehyung's wrist. "And yes, you're right—CC's happened to be one of the properties I acquired after marrying the princess of the Kang's business empire," Jeongguk admits, maintaining eye contact with Taehyung as he places the latter's palm on top of his head, making himself appear as if he's Taehyung's pet. "Now, tell me 'master', does that information merit a reward, or not?" Jeongguk asks, a devious grin twisting up on his lips as he feels Taehyung's fingers curl into his hair, pushing Jeongguk's face closer to his cock—which Jeongguk happily took inside his waiting mouth.

"Fine—you win," Taehyung mutters, biting back a moan as Jeongguk hums contentedly around his shaft. +

"Do whatever you want. Suck it until nothing comes out," Taehyung breathes as he tenderly brushes his fingers through Jeongguk's hair. "In return, you have to bring me to CC's tonight, alright?"

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Arsonist's lullaby 

"I've really done it now, huh?" Taehyung says quietly as he stares in the mirror in the private restroom within Jeongguk's office. "That fucker really went to town and didn't know when to stop," he sighs, looking at the bite marks and bruises left by Jeongguk all over his neck, chest, stomach, and hips, and that's just the top part—Taehyung doesn't even want to see whatever there is on his waist down.

It's a mess—everything is a mess, even Taehyung himself, and the more he stares at his current state, the more disappointed he is, since he's the one who allowed this to happen.

Yes, he has no one but himself to blame.

"It's fine. I'm fine," Taehyung mumbles under his breath, yet he finds himself trembling, holding onto the basin's edge, biting his bottom lip hard so as to prevent himself from making a sound as tears stream down his face.

"It's okay. I've been through worse... This much—this is nothing." Taehyung stutters as his legs give up on him once more, leading him to fall on his knees, gasping, his eyes wide open in shock feeling something wet, thick, and sticky leaking out of his behind. Taehyung then shudders as he reaches down between his legs, staring at the frothy substance that is now staining the palm of his hand.

'Yeah, right... This is nothing,'  Taehyung laments as he silently laughs bitterly to himself.

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Then, as Taehyung picked himself up, he began to remember everything he'd done to get to where he is now: the beatings he'd taken and all the times he'd been fired from one job after another just because he's an alpha crawling into the mud— for ten years, he'd lived as if he were society's favorite punching bag. 

He remembered those silent and lonely Christmases—seollals spent watching fireworks while munching on a single hot potato by the Han River, always wondering what it would feel like to just jump into the unforgiving frigid waters. Then there were the days he spent alone in their military camp, lying down on his bunk and staring at the ceiling while the rest of his peers laughed and cried while reading a bunch of letters from their loved ones; the nights he spent getting drunk in some random pubs while everyone else in their unit went home to their waiting families twice a month, knowing that once he gets discharged, there will be no one to welcome him back. 

But there was someone—he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand; he smiled and gently patted Taehyung's head, telling him to live and to never lose himself—and yet he did.

"Hah..." Taehyung laughs; now, under the shower, his palms resting on the cold tiled walls; there he finds himself sobbing once more, letting his own tears be carried away by the water. "What do I do now? It turns out that I am really nothing but a hopeless case. I'm sorry, Soo-hyuk hyung," Taehyung whispers as he continues to sob quietly to himself.

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"C'mon, did you really hate it that much? You can't just cry like that while calling out someone else's name... You're making me feel like shit now, you heartless angel," Jeongguk sighs, leaning against the bathroom door, listening to Taehyung's not-so-quiet sniffles in the shower.

***

Given that Taehyung raced to the office in his pajamas last night—pajamas that are probably too filthy and ruined for him to wear again—he got out of the shower wearing nothing but a white bathrobe, finding Jeongguk at his desk within the main office. "I need clothes," Taehyung states, collecting his lighter and cigarettes, lighting a stick as he heads towards Jeongguk's desk. 

"Work ethics, Kim biseo. Work ethics. Do you think it's appropriate for you to smoke in the chairman's office?" Jeongguk quips as he gets up from his seat, approaching Taehyung from behind as the latter stands by the full glass window. "What am I going to do with you, really? You can't even dry your hair properly—look—it's dripping everywhere," Jeongguk says, taking the small bath towel hanging on Taehyung's shoulder and using it to carefully squeeze out the excess water from the ends of Taehyung's hair.

"Work ethics, you say? Well, how about you? Don't you think it's also inappropriate for you to fuck your secretary in your own office, Jeon sajangnim?" Taehyung asks, taking a long drag on his cigarette while Jeongguk continues to dry his hair.

"That—" Jeongguk pauses, thinking of another clever response, but all he can muster is a chuckle. "Fine, good point," he sighs, his gaze falling on Taehyung's cigarette. "When did you start smoking, by the way? Didn't you used to hate the smell of this back then?" Jeongguk inquires as he lays his chin on Taehyung's shoulders, side-eyeing the latter as he slips the cigarette between his fingers and takes a puff himself. 

"Well, regardless of whether this or that, either you smoke or not, your insides will still rot the same, will it not?" Taehyung says with a scowl on his face as Jeongguk firmly bites on the filter of his cigarette before placing it between Taehyung's lips again. "Right," Jeongguk says with a grin and a sigh. "The clothes you wore last night are in the washer, though I doubt they're still wearable given that both the top and bottom have been torn beyond repair—"

"The robe? Where's my robe?" Taehyung asks, his crimson eyes wide with panic as he seizes Jeongguk's wrist.

"The red one?" 

"Tell me where it is? It's not ruined, right? It can't be... I-- shit," Taehyung snapped, dropping his cigarette on the floor as he raced to the hidden room's bathroom and started rummaging through the washer. "It's not here... W-where is it? Where did you—" Taehyung stopped scrambling as he felt the familiar silky fabric being draped over his head, followed by Jeongguk's warmth as the latter hugged and picked him up from behind.

"I washed it first while you were sleeping as it was the only piece of clothing you had last night that wasn't ruined," Jeongguk states, his palm laid flat on Taehyung's chest, his hot breath brushing against the skin of the latter's neck. "I took extra care in washing it so the color wouldn't bleed... I did a good job, don't you think?" Jeongguk whispers, his tone like that of a whiny little kid, and as Jeongguk continues to tap on Taehyung’s chest gently, the latter finds himself breathing steadily once again.

"Yes— yes, you did," Taehyung says absentmindedly, forgetting how to blink, his body moving on their own, one hand resting on top of Jeongguk's own, while the other softly pats the latter on the head, causing Jeongguk's eyes to widen in bewilderment.

"Did uncle get you this robe? It must be from him. If not, I might really get jealous," Jeongguk remarks as he pulls away and turns Taehyung around, this time facing him.

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Daylight

"Jealous? You?" Taehyung scoffs, coming to his senses after hearing such a ridiculous word from Jeongguk. "I didn't realize we were in 'that' kind of relationship, Jeon sajangnim. We just had sex as part of our deal. That's all there is to it, isn't it?" Taehyung adds, taking a step back from Jeongguk.

"Oh, do you really believe that?" Jeongguk asks, his brow furrowed at Taehyung. "Because, if we're talking about jealousy, I believe you fall more into that category," Jeongguk adds as he takes the red silk garment off Taehyung's head and neatly wraps it over the latter's shoulders. "Didn't you just deliberately release your pheromones while my wife was here?" Jeongguk says, his hands slipping down to Taehyung's waist again.

"Did I? I don’t remember doing anything like that, though. Are you sure you aren't just being delusional as always?" Taehyung asks, lying through his teeth, since—although unintentional—he knows that he really did release his pheromones the moment he heard Jeon Seohee stepping inside Jeongguk's office, as if on instinct. Taehyung, of course, doesn't know the exact reason for it or why his own body reacted that way, but the most plausible explanation he can think of is that he had just slept with Jeongguk last night, and his body may have become confused due to the fleeting intimacy they shared, causing him to instinctively act possessive all of a sudden.

"Am I, or am I not? Only you can answer that, angel. My bets are on the latter, as I know you too well to know exactly what you're thinking inside that pretty head of yours each time you release your scent," Jeongguk says as he leans in closer to Taehyung, his lips ghosting over the crook of the latter's neck.

"You're not just delusional, I see; you're also overconfident," Taehyung replies, his tone cold and stern as usual.

"I'm only telling the truth, Kim biseo. Your scent, that's usually an intoxicating mix of burnt wood, iris, and violet, turns a bit sour when you're upset, bitter when you're mad—and it gets a hundred times more intense whenever you want to assert dominance," Jeongguk claims as he tucks Taehyung's hair behind his ear. 

"Oh yeah? Then, since you're such an expert in analyzing the meaning behind my scent, what do you think I was thinking of doing while your wife was here?" Taehyung asks, taking a few steps back from Jeongguk so he can breathe without worrying about the other alpha studying him through the scent he's emitting.

"Do you really want to know?" Jeongguk questions as he approaches Taehyung slowly, leading the latter to step back again and again until Jeongguk manages to corner him against the wall. "Let's see... Based on the scent you gave off, you were thinking-" he smirked as he tipped his head slightly to the side, now breathing against Taehyung's mouth. "No, you know what? You probably weren't just 'thinking' about it. You were actually about to rip her throat out if she had dared to touch me again, am I right?" Jeongguk claims, sounding so sure that Taehyung began to even doubt his own reasons as a result of Jeongguk's strong assertions.

"N-no, you're wrong." Taehyung stutters as he averted Jeongguk's gaze. 

"Oh, am I? That's a shame," Jeongguk whispers, pulling Taehyung closer by the waist and letting his lips travel from Taehyung's cheek to his ear as he breathes right next to it. "So tell me then, why did you release your pheromones that way?" Jeongguk asks again, and Taehyung despises the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he still can't come up with even a single reasonable response.

Why? 

"What? Nothing? Have you run out of excuses, Kim biseo? Then do you want me to tell you what I'm thinking?" Jeongguk chuckles as he tenderly caresses Taehyung's cheek. "I think you're a hypocrite. You say one thing and do another. Your mouth is pretty, but it's full of lies. You're so fucking scared of the truth that instead of confronting it, you'd rather die inside," Jeongguk adds as he once again leaned in closer, lips brushing against each other. "You can deny it all you want, but I know you, Tae... For the past ten years, I have centered my life around you. I loathed your absence as I continued to yearn for your presence. I have tailored all that I am to meet your goals, your needs, and your preferences. I waited as I put my life on the line just to earn the right to stand next to you again," Jeongguk asserts, breathless, his eyes burning red as he stares at Taehyung. "You know it too, don't you? That's why you can't handle it, since you're a coward who's so fucking terrified of admitting the truth."

"Shut up," Taehyung breathed, feeling his body tremble involuntarily.

"No, I won't. Just listen, okay? I'm actually about to make things easier for you—"

"I said shut up!" Taehyung snarled as he grabbed the collar of Jeongguk's shirt.

"YOU!" Jeongguk growled, startling Taehyung enough to have him bite his own tongue. "You're so mad, bitter, and jealous because you—you want me just as much as I want you, Taehyung. That's it. That's your truth; it's so fucking loud and yet you can't even hear it—or maybe you can?" Jeongguk sneers. "It's just that, for some bizzare reason, you find it too unbearable to admit... And that's what makes you a hypocrite," Jeongguk drawled, his lips curled in a disturbingly salacious grin—and Taehyung hates it.

He hates how Jeongguk continues to rip words out of his mouth, as if he could read all of the demented, foolish thoughts he's worked so hard to bury in the back of his mind.

He hates how he now feels that he's been stripped naked and forced to expose all of his flaws and weaknesses in plain sight.

He hates it. He hates it so much that he couldn't think of anything else but closing the distance between their lips to make Jeongguk shut his mouth and stop talking—and so he did. "Fuck you," Taehyung grunts as he kissed Jeongguk, going hard, rough, and deep, thinking that he'd rather appear a fool than verbally admit defeat.

"Do you honestly believe I'm stupid enough to want someone who betrayed me once?" Taehyung rasped as they broke the kiss. "Stop deluding yourself, Jeon sajangnim; to me, you are nothing more than a tool I chose to use against those I deemed to be my enemies," Taehyung states, tightening his jaw as Jeongguk simply laughs at him. 

"Hah... Really? Is that why you slept with me? I must be a really good tool, then? You even allowed me to fuck you over and over again until you pass out, with my cum sitting deep inside your stomach." Jeongguk says, gritting his teeth as he grips Taehyung's cheeks. 

"Yeah, maybe..." Taehyung says, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Fine, I admit... You've been a very good 'tool' last night—like a fine working dildo, functional enough to fuck me to sleep." Taehyung adds, which appeared to have hit a nerve in Jeongguk as he tightened his grasp, his nails digging into Taehyung's cheeks.

"A dildo, huh?" Jeongguk scoffs bitterly.

"Why? Did that bruise your ego, Jeon sajangnim?" Taehyung husked, struggling to speak with Jeongguk's fingers roughly squeezing his lips.

"No—not really..." Jeongguk sighs, smirking defeatedly. "Congratulations, I guess? You just got yourself the best and the most expensive dildo in the world, Kim biseo. Make sure to use it well, okay?" Jeongguk nods, letting go of Taehyung as he flashes a rather demonic grin at the latter.

"There are a few clothes in the closet if you want to get dressed," Jeongguk states, now walking towards the accent wall of his hidden office. "This right here is an elevator going straight to the basement parking lot," he explains as he clicks the light switch-like button next to the accent wall, causing it to slide open like a door, leading to a lift just big enough to fit two to three people. "You can stay here or leave; it's up to you. I have a few important appointments today, so let's just meet at CC's around ten o'clock in the evening," Jeongguk says, taking his suit jacket as he heads towards the main exit. "Bye now, the world's most expensive dildo is about to be late for his first meeting," he added, obviously being petty as he glanced at Taehyung again before he finally opened the door and left.

"Asshole," Taehyung mumbled to himself.

***

Just as Jeongguk said, the elevator did lead to the parking lot, which allowed Taehyung to slip out of the KDC building without being seen by anyone in the office. He drove home, ignoring his sore back, till he arrived at his and Soo-hyuk's apartment, which happened to be empty, as it should be, given that at this time, Soo-hyuk is already working in his clinic.

Taehyung crashed on the couch with a sigh, seeing the empty coffee mug on the center table and the dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray. 

"Seems like I troubled you again, hyung... I'm sorry," Taehyung says, checking his phone and finding a bunch of texts and roughly 27 missed calls from Soo-hyuk.

Taehyung could call Soo-hyuk back, of course— but he won't, knowing that if he does, the latter would most likely drop whatever he's doing to race home, and Taehyung doesn't want that—he's just too exhausted both physically and mentally to talk to anyone right now.

His whole body is still aching all over; his back side is so sore that even sitting up straight seems impossible; he simply wants to sleep and forget everything that happened last night, even if it's just temporarily—but he knows he can't.

He cannot afford to squander any more time. Park Joo-hyuk and Shin Hae-in have been dealt with, but that's not the end of it.

Ahn Seung-hoon, Jang Minho, Baek Byunghun, Kang Raewon, and Jeon Sohee are still on Taehyung's list, not to mention Hwang Sehun and Jeon Shin-hye, who were also probably involved in what happened to Taehyung and his father ten years ago. That means he still has a lot to do; he still has people to punish, lives to ruin, and worlds to burn.

And so Taehyung cannot rest—he cannot stop. The war has just begun.

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Burn

It is now past 9 o'clock in the evening. Taehyung is staring at himself in the mirror, dressed in a loose black satin shirt, matching black pants, and ankle boots.

"Ah... What a stunning grim reaper," Soo-hyuk, who has just gotten home, says, leaning against the door frame of Taehyung's room. 

"H-hyung... You're here. Sorry I didn't notice." Taehyung stutters, a bit startled since he didn't hear Soo-hyuk walk through the door.

"It's fine. Are you leaving again tonight?" Soo-hyuk asks, his voice calm, yet his eyes reveal how upset he still is over last night.

"Ah, yes... There's just this thing... Uhm—I'm going out for a few drinks with my colleagues." Taehyung says, averting Soo-hyuk's gaze as he puts on his earrings, fumbling and hissing since his hair keeps on getting in the way of him locking the tiny silver hoop in his ear.

*sigh* "You know, I'm really happy that you seem to be dedicated to your job and that you're even going out with your colleagues now," Soo-hyuk says as he approaches Taehyung from behind, gently gathering the latter's long hair on one side. "Though at times, I couldn't help but worry—or feel lonely. It seems like I'm seeing less and less of you since you got promoted. It's childish, isn't it? Me, I mean." Soo-hyuk adds as he grabs the hairbrush on Taehyung's vanity, combing the latter's hair and putting it up in a neat high ponytail.

"Hyung..." Taehyung breathed, staring apologetically at Soo-hyuk's through the mirror as the latter continued to fix his hair. 

"Pfft... Don't look at me like that, Tae. I'm just saying that without you here, this place has gotten a bit colder lately. But it's fine. You go have fun, alright? Tell me if you need me to pick you up." Soo-hyuk smiles. Now done with Taehyung's hair, he then places his palms over the latter's shoulders and turns him around so they're standing face to face. 

There, Soo-hyuk just stared at Taehyung as he gently locked the silver hoop in the other alpha's ear. "There. Pretty as always, my friend," Soo-hyuk says as he pulls Taehyung into a tight embrace, still with that somewhat sad smile on his face. "My dear—dear friend," Soo-hyuk adds, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw after once again catching a whiff of another alpha's scent on Taehyung.

"Hyung, are you okay? Should I just stay?" Taehyung asks, finding it a little strange that Soo-hyuk's suddenly hugging him in a somewhat desperate way.

"No. It's fine. I'm alright now that I've seen that you're okay. Go, have a good time, Tae," Soo-hyuk replies, pressing a delicate kiss on Taehyung's forehead.

"Alright, I'll try not to stay out too late—then—later, hyung," Taehyung says, smiling back at Soo-hyuk as he collects his keys and walks away.

***

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Past lives

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*ring... ring...*

"Hey," Taehyung says as Jeongguk answers his call. He's now parked outside CC's, wondering if he can even get in without Jeongguk.

—"Oh, are you outside already?"

Jeongguk asks, his voice loud, yet Taehyung can still hardly hear him due to the loud banging music in the background.

"Yeah. I'm not sure if I could get in. It seems like guests need to present some sort of membership card or something," Taehyung says as he steps out of the car and hands his keys to the valet on standby.

—"Right. But you don't need that. Just go in. Find me, Kim,"

Jeongguk says in a much lower voice, Taehyung's even wondering how he was able to hear him despite all the noise.

"What?" Taehyung asks, glancing at the guards, who didn't even look at him as he entered the club. "Where are you? Hey!" Taehyung exclaims over the phone, squeezing himself through the dancing crowd as he surveys the entire club, his eyes hurting from the many flickering neon lights spinning from above.

—*beep...* 

Jeongguk had just ended the call, and although Taehyung wanted to act cool, he doesn't really do well in tight spaces or with this many people. "Fuck. Where the hell is that guy—" Taehyung wasn't able to finish what he was about to say as his gaze was drawn to Jeon Jeongguk, at the far end of the club's first floor, which appears to be the VIP section—and he's not alone.

There, on the fancy round baroque sofa, Taehyung spotted a few people he had been acquainted with before. Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, and Kim Seokjin are all with Jeongguk, laughing and drinking as though they're in their own little world. 

And Jeongguk is there at the center like some sort of king—with his wife, Jeon Sohee, sitting right next to him.

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WHY

Red. 

The flickering neon lights swirling around the club were purple, green, and blue—still, Taehyung saw nothing but red the moment he laid his eyes on Sohee and Jeongguk.

The club is dimly lit, yet Jeon Sohee is still sparkling, and next to Jeongguk, they're basically glowing—they look so good together that Taehyung finds it incredibly repulsive; he could actually vomit.

Jeon Sohee looks immaculate as ever in the white oversized suit jacket she's wearing as a dress, her long chocolate brown hair perfectly curled at the ends, diamonds on her ears, a thin gold chain around her delicate neck—she looks like an angel—a fucking goddess, and it's appalling.

But what's more appalling is the way Jeongguk has his arm hung over Jeon Sohee's shoulders; they're sitting so close that the omega is practically on the alpha's lap. They're sharing a drink, and they look like they're having a good time with everyone—everyone, including those familiar faces Taehyung thought he'd already forgotten from his wretched past.

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Taehyung came here with an objective in mind: to scout the area and possibly find something interesting enough to use against the remaining people on his list, given that the majority of them frequently gather here for drinks or whatever activities they're into that they cannot reveal to the public; and yet, Taehyung couldn't do anything but stand completely still.

He finds himself unable to move as the crowd continues to dance around him, as though taunting him for being the world's biggest fool.

But he's not a fool. Taehyung knows Jeon Jeongguk is doing this on purpose; it was obvious how upset the latter was over their last conversation, and Taehyung thinks it's ridiculous—because, why? How dare he?

How dare he get mad when he wasn't the one who got fucked in the ass from midnight until morning?

How dare he be upset when he's the one who got what he wanted?

How dare he act so petty when he's not the one who was betrayed?

He's not the one who got hurt—not the one who got beaten, trampled on, and crushed beyond repair.

"It was me... I'm the one who's always getting the short end of the stick—not you... So how dare you do this to me, when you said that you wanted nothing and no one else but me?" Taehyung muttered under his breath, feeling that dull pain in his chest again, so he curled his hands into tight fists, his breath stuttering when Jeongguk finally looked at him.

Taehyung couldn't really put his finger on what exactly he’s feeling. Jeongguk's eyes are now fixed on him, and the world seems to have stopped spinning; the music and the crowd's loud voices then disappeared, and everything else faded to white noise, ringing in his ears.

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'So, what are you going to do now, angel? Will you keep running away like you always have, or will you finally take a step into my world? Hurry... I'm curious to know.' Jeongguk muses as he pulls his wife closer, smirking when he notices how Taehyung's expression turned darker. 'Ahh... That's more like it. Show me—show me that I'm not the only one who is always on the edge here. It's about time for you to be more honest about how you feel, don't you think?' Jeongguk sneers, his gaze still fixated on Taehyung.

"Fuck you." Taehyung mouths, raising his middle finger at Jeongguk before he turns around, aiming to just disappear within the crowd when—.. 

"Kim biseo? Ah! You're here! Finally!" Jeongguk shouts, prompting Taehyung to pause as he feels Jeongguk's strong grip on his arm. "You were doing so well, coming here—and now you're leaving? Why? Scared?" Jeongguk whispered this time.

"Let go," Taehyung warns, side-eyeing Jeongguk sharply. "If you're upset because I called you a dildo, this isn't the way to respond. You've crossed the line," he adds. 

"Wrong. If it were just about that, I would've come here alone and flirted with some random stranger in front of you. But that's not the case here at all, Kim biseo. Thinking about it now, although I was annoyed at first, I actually don't mind being reduced to a dildo," Jeongguk smirks, taking a step closer, his chest flushed against Taehyung's back. "You see, my wife has been nagging me to ask that Jin hyung have someone from their firm represent Shin Hae-in in court. You know Jin hyung's from a family of lawyers, right? Joon hyung and Yoongi hyung both have some very good personal lawyers as well, and if Sohee begs them enough, they might be persuaded to help. So I figured I'd set up a reunion here—with you... Maybe you can remind them why they can't agree to my wife's request." Jeongguk explains, his hand moving down Taehyung's arm to his wrist, now holding him a bit more gently.

"Those three alphas are your friends, not mine," Taehyung asserts as Jeongguk rubs his thumb on his wrist. 

"Yoongi hyung is dating Park Jimin now, Joon hyung is courting Jung Hoseok, and Jin hyung knows how to read the room; trust me, those guys know enough to know better," Jeongguk remarked as let go of Taehyung. "Though if you still want to leave, feel free to do so. Just don't blame me if Shin Hae-in ends up getting released. If that happens, it will be on you, Tae." Jeongguk muttered before he turned back to their table.

"Who was that, Guk?" Joon asked as Jeongguk came back 

"Am I just hearing things, or did you really say Kim biseo? Honey, wasn't that your secretary?" Sohee says, looping her arm around Jeongguk's as he sits next to her again. 

"Kim biseo? Secretary?" Jimin inquires, a chill running down his spine as Jeongguk shoots him a knowing glance.

<you can play this as you read.>

All for us

*footsteps approaching...*

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"I'm sorry I was late, Jeon sajangnim. I got caught in a bit of traffic on my way here," Taehyung states, his head held high as he shifts his gaze to Jimin and Hobi. 

"O-oh my god..." Hobi stutters, his hand swinging up to cover his mouth.

"Tae, Is it really you?" Jimin asks, getting up to his feet in utter disbelief.

"Oh, hi... It's been awhile—" 

"You!", "Tae!" Jimin and Hobi then rushed towards Taehyung before the latter could even finish what he was about to say, both in tears as they caged Taehyung in a tight embrace. "Y-you... You have no idea how long we've been looking for you! Why did you just leave like that? Why didn't you tell us anything? We heard what happened and we—" Jimin's cries were interrupted when he felt Taehyung gently patting his head with one hand while his other hand did the same for Hobi.

"Nice to see you again, Chim—Hobi," Taehyung whispers as he wraps his arms around the two betas, who now happen to be significantly shorter than him.

"Kim," Yoongi remarks, obviously agitated at seeing his lover crying while hugging another alpha—quite a stunning one at that. Kim Taehyung literally looks like a perfectly sculpted doll made by the hands of a god. 

"Now, now—let the guy sit first, both of you," Joon says, standing up and pulling Hobi towards him, while Yoongi does the same for Jimin.

"Taehyung? Kim Taehyung? Wait— oh my gosh! Gukkie! You found—" 

"Jin hyung." Jeongguk asserts, interrupting whatever Jin was planning to say. "Ahh... I guess I forgot to mention it to you guys, I'm sorry... You all remember Taehyung, right? He's now my secretary, can you believe it? Small world, isn't it?" Jeongguk quips as Taehyung takes a seat, immediately getting squeezed between Jimin and Hobi, who had easily broken free from Joon and Yoongi's grip just to sit next to the friend they hadn't seen in years.

"Is that true, Tae? All this time you've been in KDC? Me and Hobs have been trying to reach you for years—" 

"Wait—honey, what's the meaning of this? Your friends all know your secretary?" Sohee says, perplexed by the fact that her husband's secretary was warmly welcomed in their group.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Ah, well, I guess it slipped my mind... We all came from the same high school—Kim biseo, included," Jeongguk says, lifting a brow as he turns towards Taehyung.

"What? Really?—" yada, yada, yada, Sohee kept asking questions about Taehyung, saying how unbelievable it is for her that an alpha like Taehyung, who also went to Apgujeong high school, is now working as a mere secretary, while all the other alphas she knew from the same school are now running their own companies.

Ah... Taehyung just got here, but he honestly couldn't wait to get out.

"Tae... I still can't believe you're here. We were so worried about you. We tried to reach you a number of times before, and we even went to your house, but you're already gone. How have you been? How long have you been working in KDC?" Hobi asks, his trembling hand touching Taehyung's, still in disbelief that they've finally been reunited with one of their best friends since high school.

"Well, it hasn't been that long. I started working there around a year ago. I honestly didn't expect that Jeongguk—I mean, Jeon sajangnim—would end up being my boss," Taehyung replies, ignoring the pain in his chest, smiling at Jimin and Hobi, who are both still crying beside him. 

"R-right. You know what? It's fine. What matters now is that you're back. I really missed you, Tae... I-I'm so sorry for what happened—" 

"That's all in the past now, Chim. I don't think this is the right place for us to talk about—you know? That?" Taehyung says, squeezing Jimin's hand. 

"Oh, okay... You're right. Uhm—let me pour you a drink," Jimin replies, as he scrambles to pour Taehyung a glass of wine.

"Wait, Kim biseo," Sohee said, grabbing Taehyung's attention. 

"Yes, madam?" Taehyung asks, his gaze drawn to Sohee's hand, which is now on Jeongguk's thigh. 

"If you're from Apgujeong, you're probably familiar with Hae-in oppa as well. Have you heard about what happened to him? I mean, don't you find it strange that so many cases have been filed against him when all he did was have a bit of a good time after work? It's unfair, isn't it? Sure, he popped a few pills, but what's the big deal? Everyone does it once in a while. Don't you think they should just let it slide?" Sohee asks, and now Taehyung knows what Jeongguk was talking about.

"Hey! Can you even hear yourself? That bastard—" 

"Jimin-ah." Yoongi warns Jimin, sensing that his lover is already on the verge of exploding after hearing Shin Hae-in's name just once.

"What?" Jimin mouths, clinging to Taehyung more while scowling at Yoongi.

"Why? Is something the matter? Hae-in oppa also went to Apgujeong highschool, did he not? Aren't you friends with him as well? He's such a nice guy," Sohee says, glancing at Jeongguk who just gave her another empty smile. 

"He did," Hobi muttered, clutching Taehyung's hand tightly. "But, Sohee-ssi, just because we attended the same school doesn't mean we're automatically friends with everyone. You're probably unaware, but Shin Hae-in and his peers were not exactly pleasant to us back then. Considering how horrible his character is, I'm honestly surprised that he was only recently arrested when he should've been in jail much sooner." Hobi says, enraged that Jeongguk's wife dare to mention one of the worst bullies from high school, while Taehyung is here. 

"Hobi-ah..." Joon says, startled since this may be the first time he's heard Hobi speak harshly about someone.

"What the hell are you saying, Hobi oppa? Are we talking about the same Shin Hae-in here? I'm telling you, he's literally the nicest guy I've known!—" 

"Honey, read the room, please." Jeongguk begs, whispering closely to Sohee's ear while his eyes are still set on Taehyung, who's just sitting calmly, occasionally smiling at Jimin and Hobi.

"What the fuck are you doing? Didn’t you say that you would help me?" Sohee quietly explodes, since the only reason she came here tonight was because Jeongguk told her that his friends might help her find Shin Hae-in the best lawyer.

"No, I didn't? I simply informed you that most of the country's best lawyers work under Seokjin hyung's family's firm. You can still ask for his help later if you want. But for now, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't ruin my friends' rather emotional reunion," Jeongguk murmurs, sneering, when he notices Taehyung's eyes flash red in his direction. 

*cough...*"Anyway—Kim Taehyung! Wow! It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I'm still more handsome, but you don't look that bad yourself! I mean, look at you! Love the hair, by the way! Is it real or are you wearing extensions? Either way, it looks good," Jin comments, winking and giving Taehyung a thumbs up, hoping to break the tension since he's not really good at enduring awkward situations.

"Oh my gosh, now that you've mentioned it... Uhm— yes, you look really good, Tae. I mean, even without the long hair you look like—" Jimin pauses when Taehyung meets his gaze. 

"A proper alpha?" Taehyung asks, noticing how Jimin's face instantly turned pale. 

"Y-yeah... I mean—" 

"Pfft.... Hahahahahahaha! I'm kidding! I'm just messing with you, Chim. Anyway, I heard from my boss that you're now going out with Yoongi-ssi? To be honest, I was a bit surprised, but, congratulations, I guess? I'm happy for you, Chim." Taehyung laughs, glancing at Yoongi as he gently pats Jimin's thigh. 

"T-thank you, Tae," Jimin sighs as his lips curve up into another awkward pout.

"That's right. We're actually planning on getting married soon. You should come, Taehyung-ssi. After all, you're still one of Jimin's best friends," Yoongi declares, as Taehyung simply smiles.

"Oh my, everyone's getting married here and there. Soon it'll be Joonie and Hobi's turn, and then I'll be left all alone. Should I get myself a partner too? Ah, Taehyung-ssi, how about you? You're not married yet, are you?" Jin asks, smirking as he casts a quick glance at Jeongguk before turning his attention back to Taehyung.

"Me? Oh no, I'm actually so busy with work that I don't have time to meet anyone. I guess that's why my boss invited me here tonight; he's probably feeling guilty since he's been pushing me to work overtime lately." Taehyung chuckles, reaching for the glass of wine on the table and taking a sip; his eyes drawn to Jeongguk's hand, which is now caressing Sohee's arm, and before he knew it, he'd already emptied the wine out of his glass.

"Ugh, tell me about it. This guy hasn't even been home since our wedding; he's been working so much that he might as well just live in the office," Sohee complains, remembering how Jeongguk missed their family dinner the previous evening.

"Pfft... Honey, don't tell me you're still upset about last night. Didn't I already tell you why I was busy?" Jeongguk teases, flicking Sohee's chin as the omega rolls her eyes at him.

"Couples— ugh... I can't stand them, really." Jin muttered in disgust, before turning to Joon and asking about the new album he'll be releasing soon. 

Minutes pass, and everyone at the table is having their own conversations. Apparently, despite coming from a family of lawyers, Seokjin ended up being a singer, while Hobi is now a famous rapper, and they're both under the same agency owned by Namjoon. Yoongi, on the other hand, is now co-managing his family's hotel business, while Jimin now owns a flower shop in Hongdae. 

Taehyung is actually relieved that both of his old friends are now living comfortably, but at the same time, he can't help but feel a little resentful as well.

Everyone has their lives together, having their own careers and relationships, while Taehyung's basically the same as he was before—enraged and miserable.

Truth be told, meeting Jimin and Hobi after so long is quite uncomfortable for Taehyung, but again, he has to keep his eyes on his goal.

By the looks of it, and based on how Jimin and Hobi reacted when Sohee mentioned Shin Hae-in's situation, Joon and Yoongi will probably never get involved given that their partners are strongly against Hae-in getting out of prison. Taehyung isn't sure about Jin yet, but since the other alpha appears to be good friends with Jimin and Hobi now, he most likely won't be able to help Sohee either.

For now, everything is settled—that means Taehyung has no reason to stay at this table any longer.

He should get up, explore around the club, and start gathering more information—but he can't. 

<you can play this as you read.>

Lilith

Jeon Sohee and Jeongguk are still here, whispering to each other, drinking and giggling, as if they're truly a happily married couple. Jeongguk's arm is wrapped over his wife's shoulders, and Sohee's hand is rubbing Jeongguk's thigh up and down; their eyes are locked onto each other as if no one else were around, and for some reason, the more Taehyung looks at them, the more he feels like committing murder.

'Look at her neck... See how fragile it is? It’ll be so easy for us to break, don’t you think?’

'She keeps on touching him... Her scent is probably all over him now; how disgusting.'

'Hey, why aren't you doing anything? Can't you see? She's claiming what's ours!’

‘Kill her.’

‘He’s mine.’

‘Kill her!”

‘That alpha is mine!’ 

A strange voice then began to echo loudly inside Taehyung's mind, causing him to clench his fists tightly, his mouth running dry, his fangs and claws aching to come out—that's it; Taehyung is really about to kill someone, and that someone happens to be the only omega they're with right now.

"Ah, by the way, Tae... Uhm—if you don't mind me asking, where are you staying now? I was wondering if me and Hobs could come over so we could—I don't know—hang out?" Jimin inquires nervously, thankfully distracting Taehyung from his murderous thoughts and stopping him from drilling holes into the skulls of the newlywed couple.

"H-huh?" Taehyung snaps out of his stupor. "Sure, I suppose that would be alright. I've been living with a friend for many years now. We share a flat just around here in Gangnam. *** building, if you're familiar with the place, feel free to come over anytime," Taehyung says, making sure his voice is loud enough to catch Jeongguk's attention. Why? Because he's bitter and petty, that's why.

The thing is, Taehyung is pretty sure Jeongguk is already aware of his living arrangements with Soo-hyuk, considering that the other alpha has been keeping an eye on him all this time, most likely through Choi Woo-shik. Still, Taehyung still wants to annoy Jeongguk, even if it's just a bit.

"Oh, really? Yes, I know that place! Ugh, I can't believe we've been living in the same city all this time!" Jimin beams. "Can I have your number—or I could give you mine? Just text me or call me whenever you're free, and me and Hobs will be at your doorstep anytime— I'm serious!" 

"That's right! Let me give you my number as well, Tae, so we can keep in touch," Hobi exclaims happily as well.

"Sure. Here. Just save your numbers, and I'll contact you guys later," Taehyung says as he passes his phone to Jimin, making sure the latter sees his lockscreen wallpaper, a photo of him and Soo-hyuk taken during Taehyung's university graduation. 

"Oh, is this your friend whom you've been living with? Wait, he looks familiar. I wonder where I've seen him before," Jimin asks, staring at the photo on Taehyung's phone.

"Ah, his name is Lee Soo-hyuk. He's a rather well-known psychiatrist, so perhaps—" 

"Did you say Lee Soo-hyuk?" Sohee interjects, overhearing Jimin and Taehyung's conversation. "You don't mean— THE, Lee Soo-hyuk, right? That psychiatrist who was featured in ***** magazine a few months ago as one of the country's youngest and most successful doctors?" Sohee inquires, making it obvious how she's not convinced that Taehyung is friends with someone as successful as Soo-hyuk.

"Right. That's him," Taehyung proudly replies, noticing how Jeongguk's annoyingly sunny demeanor darkened, losing that coy grin on his face, his eyes blazing red. "My Soo-hyukie really is famous now, I guess? Sorry, it's just that I wasn't paying attention to it since I see him every day... Before he sleeps at night— and right after he wakes up in the morning," Taehyung drawled, smirking when Jeongguk stood up all of a sudden.

"You…" Jeogguk rasped, glaring sharply at Taehyung.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Sohee wonders since Jeongguk suddenly pulled back from her side.

"Oh? Gukkie—no offense, but you look kinda constipated, why? Need to use the restroom? I got some pills in my car, if you need some. Don't worry, hyungie got you covered." Jin teases, quickly noticing the abrupt shift in Jeongguk's mood the moment Taehyung mentioned his 'dear' friend, Dr. Lee Soo-hyuk.

"H-hah... No thanks, hyung." Jeongguk says, gritting his teeth as he speaks, ignoring the fact that everyone's eyes are now on him. "Sorry, I suddenly remembered something... Anyway, Kim biseo, can you show me that picture? I'm really curious about that friend of yours," Jeongguk adds as he sits down again, waiting for Jimin and Hobi to finish saving their phone numbers on Taehyung's phone. 

Sensing the uncomfortable tension and knowing Jeongguk's history with Taehyung, Jimin decided to return the phone to Taehyung first, letting the latter decide whether or not to show Jeongguk the picture, which Taehyung did, graciously offering his own phone to Jeongguk. "Well, if you insist, Jeon sajangnim... That photo was actually taken during my college graduation. Cute, isn't it?" Taehyung went on, provoking Jeongguk even more, watching as the latter fiddled with his phone.

"Right..." Jeongguk sarcastically drawled as he handed the phone back to Taehyung. "Anyway, I'm bored now; care to dance with your husband, honey?" Jeongguk asks, rising up and extending his hand to Sohee. 

"All of a sudden?—Well, alright?" Sohee responds, acting a little shy, given that she was not expecting Jeongguk to ask her to dance; nonetheless, she’s not really complaining, especially since she enjoys the attention she gets whenever she's seen with the alpha she married.

"Then, we'll be back in a bit," Jeongguk says, taking Sohee's hand, then throwing a sharp glare at Taehyung before pulling his wife to the dancefloor.

Taehyung's chest tightened again, but since he couldn't let it show, he just leaned back in his seat and checked his phone, immediately noticing that he no longer had a lockscreen wallpaper—and when he inspected it further, he realized that all of his photos with Soo-hyuk had been permanently deleted from his phone. "Hah... What a fucking child," Taehyung scoffs, having had enough of Jeongguk's bullshit and feeling like he's about to explode at any minute. 

"Tae?" Jimin asked when Taehyung suddenly stood up. 

"Sorry, Chim... Let’s catch up next time, alright? It’s actually my first time here in this club. I feel like having a bit of fun tonight. I hope that’s fine," Taehyung grumbles, popping the first three buttons of his shirt open and sliding his phone back in his pants’ pocket. 

"O-oh... Of course, of course... Don't worry about us, we'll just be here," Jimin replies, feeling Hobi's hand in his arm, as if quietly warning him to leave Taehyung alone for the time being. 

"Then— later," Taehyung mutters as he proceeds to the dancefloor, pushing his way through the mob. 

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"Oi, oi... Don't tell me, those two—" Jimin is at a loss for words as he catches Hobi's gaze, getting the gist of it when the latter says nothing while slowly shaking his head.

*sigh* "I feel like I'm suddenly back in high school." Jimin groans, massaging the bridge of his nose, now noticing the fact that everyone at the table already realized how Taehyung and Jeongguk haven't actually moved on yet from each other. 

"Oh my... The fucking drama! I love it!" Jin exclaims, clearly amused as he raises his glass while the others simply roll their eyes at him, all aware that tonight's encounter will either end with a mess or a disaster—there is no in between.

♠️

<you can play this as you read.>

I see red

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'Something is clearly wrong with me—no, who am I kidding, I know that already. I'm a fool. I'm out of my mind... So why don't I just embrace this lunacy? If is this what he wanted to see... Then I'll gladly give him the worst of me,' Taehyung thinks, finding himself in the club's restroom, facing his own reflection in the mirror.

He had seen Jeongguk dancing with Sohee just a few minutes ago, and from there, Taehyung knew exactly what he wanted to do—he wanted to come in between them, tear that omega apart with his bare hands, and get her away from Jeongguk. In just a couple of seconds, he's already pictured himself seizing Sohee's neck, his sharp claws buried deep in her flesh. Then he'll bite her throat and let her bleed to death. 

Yes, that's what Taehyung wanted to do since the moment he spotted Jeon Sohee right next to Jeongguk— and it's also why Taehyung had to lock himself in the restroom.

It's bizarre. 

Taehyung has been living with anger for as long as he can remember, but this might be the first time he's felt this kind of wrath. It feels like every inch of him is on fire; his stomach coiled into tight knots; he can't breathe; it's as if something is clogging his throat. He feels so hot, and it's indomitable, like a raging inferno threatening to burn him from the inside out.

And if Taehyung had not fled away from the couple, he knew he'd end up doing something he'd regret later—or would he?

'How come you didn't do anything?'

'You could have just as well killed her.'

'You could have had him back.'

'He's ours... Not hers—but ours...'

'Why?'

'Why?'

'WHY?!!!'

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Taehyung cried out, cowering and covering his ears as he heard that strange voice screaming in the back of his head once more.

Taehyung has never experienced anything like this before; it's as if he's talking to another person while hearing his own voice. He certainly has no idea what it is, but it sounds hurt, sad, distressed, and angry—so angry that Taehyung feels like it's ripping him apart, desperate to come out.

*cough! cough!* Taehyung then started coughing aggressively, his eyes welling up with tears as he tasted something metallic in his mouth, and when he caught it in his palm—he saw blood.

'He's the only one we've got—and you're going to lose him, just as you lost everything else you cared about. You—you really are incapable of keeping anyone.' 

"Y-you're wrong..." Taehyung says before he could even think. "I can get him back— and I will."

***

Pain. 

Jeongguk has spent so much of his life plagued by pain that he believes he has become friends with it. 

He had known pain before he had known warmth; he had known cold before he had known comfort; and he had known blood before he had known life.

Pain has no effect on him, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't upset him. 

Jeongguk had already noticed Taehyung passing by him and Sohee while they were dancing. The other alpha didn't even spare them a glance, or maybe he did; it's just that Jeongguk didn't see it. 

He didn't see it, but he most definitely felt it—and he’s still feeling it.

It is that crushing feeling inside his chest all over again, but this time it's ten times worse. It's as if someone is squeezing his heart until all that's left is a thin, empty sack of his flesh covered in a bloody mess.

He's not hearing anything inside his head, but Jeongguk's mind, body, and soul all instinctively know that there's someone who's desperately crying for help, and every fiber of his being wants to run and hold that person in a tight embrace.

But no, he's not going to do anything about it. 

This time, Jeongguk is refusing to give in. Why? Well, he wants him to be in pain. Jeongguk wants that person to experience what he goes through every day. Even if it's just once—even if it's just for one night—Jeongguk wants Taehyung to be in so much pain that he has no other choice but to call out his name.

So Jeongguk continued to dance, following the beat of the music while inhaling the nauseating stench of the omega in front of him—which was, by the way, enough to make him want to throw up and rip his own throat out.

But he won’t— at least not yet.

Soon, Jeongguk knows, Taehyung will be back to claim what he knows is rightfully his. He will come to him, since the pain he's probably feeling right now will be too much for him to keep the true nature of his greed undetected. 

He will be back, and he will run straight to Jeongguk's arms as he should, and then he will finally tell him that he means at least something to him.

Yes, that's how predictable Taehyung is to Jeongguk; he can read him like an open book.

Taehyung's mouth loves to lie, but his eyes always reveal his truth, and no matter how much he tries to deny it with his deceitful words, his gaze always screams that he wants no one else but Jeongguk.

Jeongguk actually thinks of it as a game they've been playing since they first met. The mechanics are simple, yet the chase never ends.

Taehyung will call Jeongguk's name; Jeongguk will come to him, and Taehyung will run away. Jeongguk will catch him, and Taehyung will behave as though he doesn't want to be detained; he will curse, thrash, and occasionally be violent, only to always lose in the end. Then Taehyung will start hating himself, pushing Jeongguk away; Jeongguk will let him go—and the cycle starts all over again.

At least, that's always been the case—so what the fuck is Taehyung doing in front of him, dancing with someone else?

No, Taehyung isn't even dancing; he's barely moving his body side to side in time with the music, yet it's enough for him to send Jeongguk's thoughts into a frenzy.

'Ahh... He might as well get naked... With a shirt like that—there isn't really that much of a difference.' Jeongguk muses, smirking bitterly as his eyes bore holes into Taehyung, who's dancing just within his arms' reach.

The thing is, Jeongguk didn't even like Taehyung's clothes tonight in the first place, not because he doesn't look good in them, but rather because he looks so good that Jeongguk finds it infuriating. Taehyung is dressed in a black ensemble that is too sexy for Jeongguk's liking—it's maddening—especially the top he's wearing, which is too thin and too loose, exposing too much of his skin that should've been only for Jeongguk.

'Hah... Fine, if this is how you want us to play—so be it.' Jeongguk swears in his thoughts, pulling Sohee closer to him, his hands on her waist, his gaze never leaving Taehyung.

"Hey, what's gotten into you?" Sohee says, swinging her arms up and putting them on Jeongguk's shoulders, her gaze moving from Jeongguk's eyes to his lips, then further down to their chests that are currently flushed together. "I'm not complaining, by the way; I'm just asking," Sohee adds, her lips brushing against the crook of Jeongguk's neck, which somehow distracted the latter, his eyes burning red, meeting Sohee's gaze as he breathed more of the omega's sweet scent. "I'd rather you not scent me, Sohee-ssi. It wouldn't do us any good—trust me." Jeongguk whispered, which made Sohee step back, only for Jeongguk to once again pull her closer, causing her to giggle.

"Pfft... You're so indecisive. Do you want me to back off or do you want me close? Pick a side, honey—hah!" Sohee gasps as Jeongguk pushes his thigh between her legs. "H-hey..."

"I want you to shut up and do your part— we're dancing, are we not?" Jeongguk rasped, sharp crimson eyes glaring down at the omega. 

"Mhm... You know what? Looking at you up close, I realized you're actually pretty cute; now I understand why all my friends are envious," Sohee teases, grinning as she sensually sways her hips, leaning back and feeling the music, following Jeongguk's lead.

"Oh, really? Does that make you feel good? Having a trophy husband worthy to be displayed, I mean." Jeongguk said, shifting his eyes back to Taehyung.

"Well—" blah, blah, blah... Jeongguk suddenly couldn't hear what Sohee was saying after seeing Taehyung intimately dancing with a pretty and petite male omega, clinging to him like a leech.

Taehyung's gaze is now turned to him, his hands on the omega's waist, and he's firmly gripping him the same way Jeongguk holds Sohee, copying each of his movements as if mocking—challenging—him, confident that Jeongguk will certainly humor him.

And he's not wrong, as Jeongguk bit his bait immediately. 

Their bodies are facing their partners, while they're both staring at each other as if they're trying to coax something out of the other.

They don't even need words; their eyes alone speak volumes.

Jeongguk then started touching Sohee more, moving his hands down her sides, round to her hips, and her behind. "Oh gosh... You're full of surprises tonight, dear husband," Sohee rasped, nuzzling her face into the curve of Jeongguk's neck, smirking triumphantly when the alpha didn't stop her this time.

"Hmm... You like that, huh?" Jeongguk asks, his words addressed to the other alpha who's just a few steps away from where he is, once again carrying out what Jeongguk did, to the male omega whom he's dancing with. 

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"Nngh... Fuck, you're so hot... Where have you been hiding all this time, alpha? Do you come here often or is this your first time?" the male omega asks Taehyung, whimpering all excited as Taehyung begins releasing his pheromones. "I'm betting on the latter. I doubt I'd ever miss an alpha like you—you're too gorgeous to ignore, y'know?." the male omega adds, his cheeks flushed pink as he caresses Taehyung's face, too drunk to notice that the alpha isn't even looking at him as he’s too busy staring at the other couple behind him.

Jeongguk's hands are now massaging the sides of Sohee's thighs, scrunching her dress up, revealing her lace underwear while the omega kisses his neck, leaving stains from her bright red lipstick on Jeongguk's skin; she's touching him, raking her long manicured nails through the back of Jeongguk's hair—which reminded Taehyung of last night, when he was the one in her stead.

Yes, it was only last night that Jeongguk held him and touched him with the same hands he's using now on his wife; it was only last night that Taehyung's lips were on Jeongguk's neck, his fingers brushing against his hair; it was only last night that they were both naked, moaning each other's names as Jeongguk fucked him over and over again.

It was just last night that Jeongguk made him briefly forget about his pain as he filled him up with something else, and now he’s brought him back to his place—down to the muck where he started. ‘How dare he?’

"Oh, am I?" Taehyung teases, moving his gaze to the omega and then back at Jeongguk again.

"Yes—yes... Where are you from? Are you an actor? A model? Your face is just so—oh my..." The omega pauses as he finds another man—a tall alpha with blonde hair, inching up to them from behind Taehyung. "Looks like we've got company," he says, stepping back and allowing the other man to wrap his arm around Taehyung's waist.

"Mind if I join?" the blonde inquires.

Taehyung then froze, glancing at the other stranger, whose chest is now pressed against his back, and judging by his pheromones, Taehyung quickly realized that the guy is also an alpha.

"Oh, are you perhaps interested in him? Sorry, I might take this beauty home with me." Taehyung sneers, referring to the omega he's dancing with.

"No, actually— I'm more interested in you," the blonde alpha replies, completely ignoring the omega who is pouting while still clinging to Taehyung.

"Oh, is that so?" Taehyung smirks, side-eyeing Jeongguk as he swings his arm up, touching the side of the blonde alpha's face. "I am an alpha, though?" Taehyung remarks, placing his other hand on the back of the omega's neck and pushing him closer to his neck.

"I know. Nonetheless, you're still the prettiest person in this room." The blonde alpha responds, swaying his hips and rubbing his crotch against Taehyung's rear, leading the latter to grimace and push his tongue against his cheek. "Fine, suit yourself," Taehyung says.

The ache in Taehyung's chest deepens as he breathes in the wild mix of unfamiliar scents, mostly coming from the omega and the alpha that are both all over him. Still, he refuses to leave, especially after seeing the look on Jeongguk's face while watching him. 'See? 'I can play this game too, Jeon sajangnim...' he thinks. 

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Jeongguk is now seeing blood. He's barely keeping it together while watching Taehyung dance with an omega, and now the latter is also dancing with an alpha? Unacceptable. 'You're not playing fair, angel.' Jeongguk laments, releasing more of his pheromones in the air, making it sure that Taehyung would sense how much he detests what he's currently seeing.

But of course, instead of appeasing him, Taehyung just laughed and continued dancing, allowing those filthy hands to touch him and sully him with their putrid scents; allowing them to rub their blatant lust all over his skin, and as early as now, Jeongguk is already thinking of ways to get rid of it. He’s had enough of it.

"This is getting boring now, Sohee-ssi. Why don't you go to your boy toy over there? He looks like he's waiting," Jeongguk says, peering over the bar counter where he noticed Song Woo-sung, Sohee's long-time secret partner, who has also been watching them since they stepped onto the dance floor.

"What do you mean? Wait—you know him?" Sohee replies, startled since she didn't really expect Woo-sung to be here, just as she didn't expect Jeongguk to know who exactly she's been messing with.

"Do you really have the time to ask me that? He appears to be leaving," Jeongguk asks as he watches Song Woo-sung proceed towards the exit.

"Ugh, shit—we're not done talking, d'you hear me?" Sohee grumbles as she pushes Jeongguk off her before running after Woo-sung, who has already left the club.

"Now, now... I guess it's time to admit defeat... I lost again, angel—you win," Jeongguk mutters under his breath, turning towards Taehyung, immediately after making sure that Sohee's out of the premises.

<you can play this as you read.>

Chills (dark version) 

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Taehyung then finds himself caught between an alpha and an omega; his thigh is wedged between the omega's legs, while the blonde alpha behind him has both arms curled around his waist. They're no longer dancing at this point, just grinding their bodies against each other—feeling one another—and while this is undoubtedly one of the filthiest things Taehyung has ever experienced, he somehow finds it liberating as well. 

Blame it on the wine or the alpha and omega pheromones engulfing him, but Taehyung is no longer thinking. The pain in his chest persists, and it is just so stifling that it makes Taehyung more eager to get rid of it.

He then closed his eyes, threw his head back, and swung both of his arms up, allowing both the alpha and the omega to do whatever they wanted to do with him; he let them touch him, scent him, and taste him, hoping that Jeongguk is still watching; and the more he thinks about it, the more drunk and enraged he feels, to the point where he failed to notice that his nose is already bleeding. Then, the pain in Taehyung's chest began to crawl up to his head and down between his legs, causing him to lose his sense of balance and fall back towards the blonde alpha behind him.

"Mhm... Even your scent is intoxicating. Are you sure you're an alpha, darling?" the blonde guy said as he ran his palms over Taehyung's chest, taking both of his nipples between his fingers while the other omega kissed Taehyung's neck. "He's an alpha. Oh, I'm sure of it," the omega comments as he brazenly places his hand over Taehyung's crotch, feeling the latter's size underneath his trousers.

Taehyung is now barely awake; his body feels numb, but somehow he is still aware of the hands that are touching him all over; he can feel his own blood passing out of his nostrils, streaming down to his lips, making him taste how disgustingly bitter he is.

"Oh my, you're bleeding. Are you feeling sick, darling?" the blonde alpha inquires, having become aware of Taehyung's condition. "D'you want to get out of here, hmm? It looks like you need to rest—I know a place where we can all have a good time. Bet that would make you feel better," the blonde adds, passing a knowing grin to the omega, who appears to agree with his suggestion.

"Right... We can make you feel good, alpha. You won't regret it." The omega purred as he licked the small amount of blood that's dripping down Taehyung's neck. 

"S-stop..." Taehyung husked, but he couldn't even hear his own voice; his knees feel weak; he's barely standing; his skin is prickling; he's so hot he can't breathe; not to mention that he's also unconsciously emitting more of his pheromones, which made the omega in front of him moan and collapse on him.

"Hah—are you in a rut, pretty? That's so hot..." the blonde alpha grunts as Taehyung grabs the back of his hair. "You... Nngh..."

"Why? Do you need my help? I don't think this omega would be able to keep up with you in your current state. C'mon, tell me your name, and I'll take you out of this place," The blonde continues, cupping Taehyung's jaw, breathing right next to the latter's parted lips—and Taehyung is losing it.

It doesn't matter whether it's an omega or an alpha; Taehyung just needs—he desperately needs someone to touch him. "T-Tae—" 

"His name is none of your business. Get your hands off him—he's coming with me." 

Despite feeling dizzy, Taehyung still recognized the voice he had just heard as he felt a strong and rather harsh tug on his wrist, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Jeongguk staring back at him with his eyes as dark as the abyss.

And within that abyss, Taehyung felt oddly safe—safe enough for him to fall asleep.

"Who the hell are you? Mind your own business, man! This guy is m—" The blonde alpha wasn't even able to finish what he was about to say when Jeonghuk suddenly hit him square in the face.

***

"Fuck, Guk! Stop! You're killing him!" 

"That’s enough! Get up! Get off the guy already!" 

"Guk, stop! Cut it out!" 

The frantic cries of Joon, Yoongi, Hobi, and Jimin began to echo faintly in Taehyung's ears. He now has no idea where he is or what exactly is happening, though he appears to be lying on the floor while being held by somebody. He could barely open his eyes, but when he finally did, he saw Jimin, who was clutching him firmly. He then tries to look around, but everything is blurry; then he finds Hobi, Joon, and Yoongi, who are all trying to stop another alpha from rampaging.

Then there's blood—lots of it on the dominant alpha's fists. Everyone is screaming, but Taehyung is in so much pain that he can't make out what they're saying.

It hurts— and Taehyung wants nothing more but to get out of here. 

He wants him. 

"J-Jeongguk..." Taehyung mumbled as he extended his arm, trying to reach the alpha whose fists were coated in blood, barely a few steps away from him—and then everything faded to black once again. 

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"Game over, you naughty little thing. Come now... I'm here," Taehyung hears as he feels himself being hoisted up in someone's arms—and the thing is, he doesn't even need to open his eyes to know who it is.

Finally, he's with him.

Him— his. 

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"I still can't believe Hae-in was arrested," Ahn Seung-hoon says, having a drink with Minho in their usual spot on the second floor of CC's VIP section. "Are we really not going to do anything, Minho-ah?"" He asks, glancing at Minho as the latter snorts lines beside the already high and drunk omega beside him.

"Pfft, and then what, let the public accuse me of siding with a criminal? I’m not high enough to do that, Seung-hoon. I just got elected, and I have no plans of stepping down soon." Minho replies, throwing his head back, hissing, and pinching his nose.

"Hey, we're not talking about just some criminal here—it's Shin Hae-in, our friend, remember?" Seung-hoon asserts, downing the last of the bourbon in his glass.

"So? He got caught red-handed, if I do anything to help that idiot, I will certainly suffer the consequences. I had already warned him not to hang around down there since it is less private. Look at us—we're doing our thing, but do you see any cops around? No, right? Why? Because I made sure that no one could touch us here. Shin Hae-in has been reckless, so now he has to deal with it. That's it." Minho states, grinning as the omega next to him fills up his glass once again.

"Fine, I get it. But still, I can't help but feel uneasy about this, man. I mean, first it was Joo-hyuk and now Hae-in? What if Joo-hyuk was telling the truth all along? What if that guy really is back to fuck us all up–"

"Who? Kim Taehyung? Don't be silly, Hoon; I told you that guy probably died a long time ago." Minho chuckles, rolling his eyes at Seung-hoon.

“But we’re not sure about that! Do you know what's even more odd about this? Hae-in signed a deal with KDC just a few hours before he was arrested last night... You know who is now in charge of KDC, Minho-ah. It's that guy—Jeon Jeongguk... The same Jeon Jeongguk who was once so fucking obssessed with Kim Taehyung back in high-school. That’s too much of a coincidence now, don’t you think so?” Seung-hoon inquires, lifting an eyebrow at Minho.

“So, are you telling me that those two are plotting for revenge? Listen to yourself, Seung-hoon-ah. Jeon Jeongguk just got married, and we were all there at his wedding. It’s been ten years—or more, who cares? Do you honestly think a Jeon in his prime would still be obsessed with his high school crush? Have you seen that bastard’s wife? He’s married to Kang Sohee, for god’s sake!” Minho exclaims, laughing bitterly to himself, remembering how he used to court Sohee around three—four years ago, but got coldly rejected. "Jeon Jeongguk, that fucker is probably at home right now, busy making many pups with his pretty wife-,"

<crowd shrieking...>

Minho was then interrupted by a commotion from downstairs, prompting Seung-hoon to immediately get up and check what's going on from the balcony of the private box they're in.

“Hah… Well, he’s busy alright.” Seung-hoon comments, sneering in disbelief as he turns back at Minho again. "But apparently with murder and not with his wife," he added, prompting Minho to stand up as well. "What on earth are you talking about?" Minho presses, now standing next to Seung-hoon.

"See? Isn't that him—Jeon Jeongguk? But who's that he's with? I don't recall Kang Sohee being that tall? Is he already having an affair? Pfft... What a fucked up bastard," Seung-hoon laughs, curiously squinting his eyes but still failing to see who Jeon Jeongguk is picking up right now.

"Beats me... But I guess you're right, whoever that woman is, she's not Kang Sohee," Minho replies, staring down at Jeongguk as the latter heads out with a mysterious long-haired 'woman' in his arms.

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<you can play this as you read.>

Casino royale

"I knew it! I knew you'd make a mess!" Seokjin chuckles, taking a sip of his drink, appearing as cool as usual despite all the chaos around them, watching as Jeongguk pulls Taehyung from Jimin, casually lifting up the other alpha in his arms, and ignoring all the eyes that are watching them. "You haven't changed at all, Gukkie... You're still no match for him," Seokjin adds with a taunting grin on his face. 

"You'll clean up for me—right, hyung?" Jeongguk grumbles, his voice deep, his pitch-black eyes revealing just how much he's lost control of himself and his current position.

"Yeah, yeah—go on. Take the back exit; I already called for a driver. Don't worry, hyung's got your back, okay?" Jin grins as he blocks Jimin and the others from pursuing Jeongguk.

"Wait! Where are you taking him! Jeongguk!" Jimin exclaims, trying to shake Jin's hold on him.

"Let them go." Jin whispered, flashing his crimson eyes at Jimin. "You felt it too, right? If any of us come in between those two right now, we'll probably end up like that alpha over there. We don't want that to happen, do we?" He added, nodding towards the unconscious, bloodied alpha on the floor.

"B-but—" 

"Come on now, we have some cleanup to do," Jin asserts, glancing at Joon and Yoongi, trusting that the other two alphas will already know what to do.

***

"W-where to, sir?" the driver asks, gulping nervously as he peers in the rearview mirror, immediately picking up an overwhelming bloodlust from the alpha holding another alpha on his lap in the backseat of the car.

"KDC, building..." Jeongguk responds, cupping Taehyung's jaw as the latter pants laboriously, grasping the fabric of his shirt tightly while drunk-staring at Jeongguk's lips.

"A-alright, sir—" 

"Do you know who I am?" Jeongguk asks the driver, who he notices is still looking at them through the rearview mirror.

"I could be wrong, sir, but are you perhaps the young chairman, Jeon Jeongguk?" the driver inquires, as if unsure, despite the fact that nearly everyone in the country is well aware of who Jeon Jeongguk is.

"That I am. So tell me, how many passengers do you have now, mister?" Jeongguk asks again, releasing more of his dominant alpha pheromones and sliding two of his fingers inside Taehyung's ready mouth, smirking proudly as the latter begins sucking his digits with much enthusiasm.

"J-just one, sir. I'm only driving one passenger right now. You are not with anyone," the beta driver quickly responds, growing even more anxious the more he inhales the alpha's threatening scent.

"Good. Now keep your mouth shut and your eyes on the road. Jeongguk pauses, pulling his fingers out of Taehyung's mouth as he once again meets the driver's terror-stricken gaze. "That is, if you want us to safely reach our destination," he added, still staring at the beta through the mirror as he leaned down and claimed Taehyung's lips, kissing him deeply and chuckling when the driver looked away immediately.

"I understand, sir."

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Chapter Text

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Jekyll and Hyde.

In Robert Louis Stevenson's 1886 gothic novella, Jekyll is a kind and renowned English doctor with repressed evil tendencies within him, while Hyde is the physical and mental manifestation of his wicked personality.

The novella is often interpreted as an examination of human nature's duality, depicting an individual's internal conflict between the good and the bad, civility and atrocity—human versus beast.

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Taehyung doesn’t know why he's now suddenly remembering that story despite the intense pain he's in, but it's making him wonder who or what he is at this moment.

Is he still human? If that's the case, why does he feel like he's morphing more into some sort of beast?

The voice in Taehyung's head keeps on screaming—and it's calling Jeongguk's name loud and clear. 

Jeongguk. 

Jeongguk, who is now carrying him in his arms as they ride the lift going to the chairman's secret office,

Jeongguk, who hasn't said a word after devouring his lips in the backseat of whoever's car they took on their way here,

Jeongguk, who's now looking at him as if he wants to tear him apart bit by bit—until there is nothing left in him.

Why? Taehyung has no idea since, in his perspective, he is the one who should be enraged right now. 

Jeongguk had thrown him inside the den of wolves without warning, making him look like a fool; he had made him face those people again without even asking his permission; and as if that wasn't enough, he also held his wife, flaunting their 'happy' marriage while amusing himself by watching Taehyung struggle not to appear as bitter.

Taehyung should be outraged, but surprisingly, he is not, as all he can think about right now is holding Jeongguk in his arms.

"Touch me," Taehyung rasped as he lifted his hand and softly touched Jeongguk's face.

"Ah, don't worry—I will." Jeongguk sternly replies, glancing down at Taehyung with his pitch-black eyes as the elevator door swings open and he brings them outside.

Then, Taehyung's feet are on the floor, his back is pressed hard against the wall, and his mouth is being invaded again by Jeongguk's tongue. "Ahh, you smell so fucking bad I want to throw up." Jeongguk sighs with a scowl as he pulls away from Taehyung.

"You, too. You smell like a whore," Taehyung grumbled as Jeongguk slid his knee between his thighs, pressing hard on his still-clothed shaft. 

"Careful—that's my wife you're talking about," Jeongguk says, and even though he's clearly just teasing, his imprudent words still prompted Taehyung to burst. Taehyung then shoved Jeongguk off him, forcing the latter to stumble on his back on the ground, laughing as Taehyung straddled his waist, fist hovering over his face, punching the floor so hard that Jeongguk felt the impact brush across his cheek. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Taehyung exploded, his voice so loud—so thunderous in fact, that if Jeongguk wasn't a dominant alpha, he'd probably tremble in fear, but since he is, he simply grinned, finding Taehyung's miserable expression rather entertaining.

"Oh, why? Does that bother you? Did you see how I danced with her—how I touched her? Were you watching? Oh, I bet you were--"

"Stop." Taehyung's eyes have now become dark, wrapping his hands around Jeongguk's throat and pressing hard, causing the latter to cough while laughing out loud. "Just stop fucking talking already," Taehyung snarled as he tightened his grip on Jeongguk's neck.

"Why? Are you mad that your dildo's messing around with someone else? If so, then you should've done something about it." Jeongguk drawled, hissing as he pushed Taehyung off him and switched their positions, slamming both his palms flat on the floor, right beside the sides of Taehyung's head, his face looming over the latter. "Why? Why do I always have to be the one running after you? Why do I always have to be the one waiting—and begging—acting so pathetic, when we both know you want me too?" Jeongguk exclaimed, a look of great bitterness sweeping across his face. He then grabbed the collar of Taehyung's shirt and yanked him up, leaving barely an inch of space between their faces. "If you want me, then say it." Jeongguk continues, gritting his teeth as he speaks, his gaze never leaving Taehyung, watching as the latter's face contorts in distress, revealing that he's now being struck by another wave of his rut, surging through his veins, erupting through his scent. Taehyung appears to be in tremendous pain; even his nose is bleeding again—and yet, he still isn't saying anything.

"Don't you think it's about time we quit playing this game? I know you—better than anyone—so snap out of it already! Say it! Say it, goddammit! KIM TAEHYUNG!" Jeongguk exclaims, furious upon realizing Taehyung isn't breathing; he hasn't changed a bit; he still has that bad habit of holding his breath, like a child throwing a fit and refusing to speak.

'Say what? What does he want to hear from me?' Taehyung questions himself, despite the fact that he knows the words in the back of his head. It doesn't matter how much he tries to resist it or how much he wants to reject it—after all these years, even if he berates himself over and over again, running about in circles while being in pain, the answer remains the same. He'd always—always wanted to claim Jeongguk for himself. 

"So you'd really rather die than admit it, huh? Fine, suit yourself--" Jeongguk scoffed. He was about to get off Taehyung when the latter grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, pressing their foreheads together.

"Your mine."

Taehyung drawled, breathing heavily against Jeongguk's mouth. "Your face, your body, your fucking money—your pain, your devious plans and all the skeletons in your damn closet—they're all mine," he goes on, letting his lips brush against Jeongguk as he releases more of his pheromones. "I don't care if you're married or if you've found a mate you'd want to build a happy little family with—it wouldn't change a thing. You're still mine. Just mine. My alpha—mine," Taehyung asserts, his gaze turning completely black this time, like a dark shadow bursting around the red in his eyes. 

He said it.

He finally said it. Taehyung honestly couldn't believe it, but the more the ache in his chest worsens, the more eager he becomes to give Jeongguk everything he wants—and the most absurd thing about it is that Taehyung is perfectly aware of it. He was completely sober when he said it.

He has no other defense, since he knows he said it not because he's in a rut or because his mind is clouded right now—he said it because he couldn't hold it any longer. He couldn't bear even the thought of Jeongguk being with someone else—being claimed by someone else—fuck! Taehyung feels like he would really rather die than let that happen.

That's it. His truth—the cruel truth he's been trying to bury and hide all this time, using his pain as an excuse to repress his one burning desire. 

And now, Taehyung is just tired.

He's tired of denying it—so fucking sick of hiding it—whereas Jeongguk is here with him, desperately begging to be claimed by him, so why the fuck would he still reject him?

Oh, this might be wrong; after all, Jeon Jeongguk is still a married man; however, Taehyung never really gained anything good from doing the right thing, so screw it. They can all rot in hell; Taehyung doesn’t care, as long as he can stake his claim. 

<you can play this as you read.>

Daylight

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Considering the fact that Jeongguk was the one who pushed Taehyung to speak up, now that he's heard him, he suddenly doesn't know how to react. The tightness in his chest then faded to naught as he felt a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders, finally easing him of the pain that has tormented him for ten years now. He felt relieved, but despite this, Jeongguk still found himself holding his breath, his eyes wide open as tears streamed down his cheeks. He then pulls back, his hands quivering as he wipes the blood from Taehyung's face with his thumb. He's still not blinking, afraid that if he does, he'll wake up and find out that it's only a dream.

But it is not. The warmth of Taehyung's skin against his, as well as the pounding sound of their hearts beating, clearly shows that this is real. This is actually happening.

"Say it. Say it again. Who owns me, Taehyung?" Jeongguk pleads as he cups Taehyung's face in his trembling hands.

"You're mine. From then until now, you've always been mine—isn't that right?" Taehyung replies, his eyes lost and dark as he softly brushes his fingertips across Jeongguk's face, touching the latter's tears. 'Is he crying? Why?' Taehyung laments, still staring at Jeongguk, as though unsure whether the tears he's seeing in Jeongguk's eyes are actually real. 

Jeongguk frowns as Taehyung's gaze shifts to his now damp fingers before looking at him again, this time with utter disbelief written all over his face, and before Jeongguk could even say anything, Taehyung has already caged him in a tight embrace, his palm resting firmly at the back of his head, pulling him closer, pressing his face against his chest.

The truth is, Taehyung acted without thinking once again; it was as if his body moved on its own, and the next thing he knew, he was already hugging Jeongguk. Taehyung should be troubled by it by now; he should be pulling away, questioning why he's doing such a thing, but holding Jeongguk like this feels good—so good that it feels right.

'It's warm. I like it—but wait, why is he hugging me all of a sudden?' Jeongguk thinks, still puzzled and shocked—that is, until he reaches up and feels his own cheeks, learning why Taehyung's fingers got wet after touching him. 

He's crying. 

But why? 

Suddenly, Jeongguk was terrified. 

He then quickly grabbed both of Taehyung's shoulders and pushed him away, his breath stuttering and his tears still falling.

"W-who are you?" Jeongguk asks while staring at Taehyung with his wide and perplexed eyes, watching as the latter gently wraps his fingers around his wrist, bringing Jeongguk's hand near to his face, nuzzling his cheek against it, then pressing a delicate kiss on the back of his hand.

"I'm the one in rut. I'm the one who should be in pain, so why are you crying now?" Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk has no idea, but Taehyung is now having flashbacks of the past ten years they spent apart—all those cold nights he spent alone, living off his anger and the fragments of the lost and happy memories he had with his father—as well as his short-lived moments with Jeongguk, when even though it was only for a short amount of time, he felt understood, accepted, and wanted by someone who saw him for himself, not his rank and how incompatible it is with the sort of life he lived.

Then he remembered those times when they passed each other once or twice a month around that crossroad near Hanyang, when Jeongguk's scent alone was enough to remind him of the empty promises he uttered back when they were both still young—his scent, his presence, that reminded Taehyung why he should keep on living; even if life feels like death; even if walking on earth feels like walking barefoot in hell.

He should keep going, waiting for the right moment to come back from the ashes and extract their revenge. He knew Jeongguk never left.

Taehyung didn't want to admit it, not even to himself, since he considers such sentiments to be a sign of weakness, but after seeing Jeongguk being rather intimate with someone else, he felt threatened.

It was like a firm slap to Taehyung's face, waking him up to the painful fact that he might actually lose his place—that he could be replaced; and from there, Taehyung realized how much he didn't want that to happen.

He hates him. He still hates him, but at the same time, Taehyung doesn't want to lose him.

So just this once, he'll stop making excuses.

Just this once, he'll get what he wants, only because what he wants appears to want him as well—desperately, that is.

And if Jeongguk betrays him again, he could just kill him, as he has been intending to do to the others he vowed to condemn to hell.

"Answer me, who are you? You're not yourself, are you? Jekyll or Hyde? Tell me, who the fuck am I talking to—" 

"Are you that happy, you've gone crazy? Or is this your way of telling me that you don't actually want me—" Taehyung was unable to finish what he was going to say as Jeongguk suddenly claimed his lips, pulling him up and throwing him down the bed. (Where the fuck did the bed come from? Taehyung doesn't know, and quite frankly, he doesn't have the energy to worry about it either.)

"You're in rut—but are you sober? That's what I want to know. I don't think I can forgive you if you forget about this again tomorrow," Jeongguk asserts, standing by the bed, looming over Taehyung.

"Again? Well, I'm still not sure exactly what you're accusing me of, but right now—I'm really dying to have a good fuck... So if you're done throwing a tantrum, tell me, will you help me or not?" Taehyung asks, struggling to remain calm even though his entire body is trembling in pain and even breathing feels like a challenge—then another wave hits him, this time twice as intense. "I-if you're not going to touch me, then just give me a shot—a pill—anything. It hurts. I can't... Fuck!" Taehyung screams out, unable to bear it any longer, so he drops his remaining shame, getting on all fours as he undoes his trousers, pulling it down just enough to release his hard, hot, and leaking shaft, stroking it rough and fast until he came undone within just mere seconds, staining his hand and the brand-new mattress with his cum. 

Nonetheless, it is clearly not enough.

Taehyung, still on all fours, heaving for air, his face flushed and sweaty, shifted his face to the side, his left cheek pressed against the mattress, shifting his eyes up to Jeongguk, who is still standing next to the bed, staring at him—watching him humiliate himself. 

'What is he doing just standing there? He used to pounce on me at any given opportunity, and now that he's gotten what he wanted from me, he's sick of me? Already?' Taehyung's thoughts rush within his hazy mind as he feels that piercing pain in his chest once again. 'Doesn't he want me anymore? I knew it... I shouldn't have—' 

"You really won't forget about this tomorrow? When you wake up, once your rut is over, do you swear not to forget about the things you told me earlier?" Jeongguk murmurs, his eyes switching from onyx to red, releasing his calming pheromones in the air as he sat just beside Taehyung on the bed; then he cradles the latter's face, lifting it up just a bit so Taehyung could meet his gaze.

"I won’t. I’m telling you, I’m in a rut; I'm horny but I'm sober," Taehyung replies, quickly drowning in Jeongguk's crimson eyes. "Now, how about you? Can you also promise me that you will never touch that woman in front of me again?" Taehyung adds, words spilling out of his mouth before he is able to process what they actually sound like.

"I can't promise you that as you still have a lot of names left on your list, and since I swore to help you take revenge for what those people did, I still need to keep acting my part," Jeongguk bluntly replies as he moves his hand from Taehyung's face to his arms, taking his stained fingers and gently licking the still dripping cum on his palm while maintaining their eye contact. "Unless you want us to stop... Then I'll do whatever you want; I can get rid of that omega in a snap," Jeongguk adds, his crimson eyes glistening in the dark.

Taehyung then froze, as though suddenly reminded of why he's still here and why he didn't let himself die ten years ago.

Jeongguk is right—he shouldn't risk all of his progress for the sake of his own selfish desires. He's only just begun, and he can't possibly stop now. 

Yes, Taehyung is aware of this, but he still can't let go of the bitterness he feels every time he's reminded that Jeon Jeongguk is married to Kang Sohee.

He hates it—has always hated it since it happened, and it's driving him crazy.

"Fine, stay married then." Taehyung says, curling his fingers into tight fists as Jeongguk continued to lightly lick his wrists. "But if we're going to keep doing this—at least when you're with me, stop calling her ‘your wife’. It's as if you're rubbing it in my face that you're married; it's making me feel filthy, and I hate it," Taehyung says, his eyes switching back from black to red as he notices the small smile curling up to Jeongguk's lips.

"Finally, some honesty." Jeongguk smiles contentedly. "Alright. Consider it done, angel," Jeongguk says as he lowers himself onto the bed and pulls Taehyung up, bringing the latter to straddle his waist with Taehyung's half-hard cock dangling heavily in front of his face. "Now... Doing it with your hands surely wasn't enough, right? Mhm... Don't worry, just leave it to the world's best and most expensive dildo to do his job," Jeongguk quips, nuzzling his face against Taehyung's cock, smirking as he feels it instantly grow hard.

"You'll never let go of that, will you?" Taehyung sighs, clenching his teeth, his thighs trembling as another searing ache pulses through his lower stomach.

"Damn right, I won’t. I guess it doesn't bother me that much anymore; in fact, I am proudly owning the title, and you should too. After all, you now have not only the best dildo you could possibly find, but also one of the most powerful men in the country, dancing in the palm of your hands," Jeongguk confidently says, smirking, his gaze fixed on Taehyung as he takes the latter's cock inside his mouth.

.

.

.

Crazy.

'It's just his mouth, but I already feel like I'm melting... Fuck—how is he so good at this?' Taehyung thinks as he continues to breathe out a series of raspy moans, unable to take his eyes off Jeongguk as the latter bobs his head on his cock back and forth, plump pink lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling all over his shaft, sucking him like a champ.

'Yes... That's right, this guy—this guy is mine. He was with her earlier, but now he's here with me. He's mine,' Taehyung thinks, letting out another loud grunt and flinging his head back when Jeongguk suddenly takes him deeper inside his mouth.

"Nngh... Fuck—good.. T-that feels so fucking good.. Ahhh... Your mouth—shit! Ahh!" Taehyung babbles, his head clouded with his rut; he then peered down, seeing the sides of Jeongguk's already stretched mouth rise up to a haughty smirk, then hollowing his cheeks, using a bit of his teeth, lightly scraping Taehyung's sensitive skin as he takes him even deeper, allowing the tip to hit the back of his throat, which made Taehyung's eyes roll back in pleasure, choking out another loud moan, followed by more quiet ones with his mouth hanging agape.

'Ahh... He's feeling it even better now than last night. Fuck—his scent is driving me nuts.' Jeongguk thinks, humming against Taehyung's cock as he sucks him from base to tip before pulling out with an audible pop, making sure that Taehyung's eyes are on him as he flattens his tongue over the shaft, licking off the pre-cum that keeps on leaking out of the flushed tip. "Do you like fucking my mouth, mhm?" Jeonggyk chides as he flicks his tongue over Taehyung's testicles and sucks on them, causing the latter to shudder and groan, grabbing a fistful of his hair in response. "Have you—nngh... Have you done this before?" Taehyung rasps, glaring down at Jeongguk.

"Not at all. I told you, I've never been intimate with anyone other than you. Why? Was it that good, that you thought I was experienced?" Jeongguk chuckles, wrapping his fingers around Taehyung's cock and sneering, his lips brushing against the shaft. "If that's the case, then I'm relieved... I've been fucking you in my head for the last ten years, so doing the real thing now feels as natural to me as following my instincts," Jeongguk adds, taking both of Taehyung's hands and placing them over his head before opening his mouth again. "You can do more, you know? Since I'm a giver and I don't think being on the receiving end is my thing, you can use my mouth. Fuck and cum all you want, and I'll swallow it all up," Jeongguk husked as he pulled out his tongue and parted his mouth even wider.

Taehyung then felt a rush crawl up his spine, his lower stomach coiling up in response to Jeongguk's brazen declarations. With his teeth clenched and his face all red, Taehyung grabbed Jeongguk's hair and began fucking into the latter's mouth again, going hard and rough, making Jeongguk gag, blush, and tear up, looking as if he's happily choking on his cock like some sort of maniac. 

“Ahh… Nngh… Fuck! Ahh!”

“*cough…cough…*”

***

’*cough!* W-wait, please. *cough! I can’t breathe…*’

 

'Hah! For an alpha, this guy has the softest mouth—..'s also so incredibly warm, I felt like my dick was about to melt the instant he started sucking... Ahh... It's really good,' 

 

'Yeah, just give it a shot, Hae... I mean, I'm not into alphas as well, but I guess I really wouldn't mind putting mine into this dude... Too bad, the only hole he's selling for now is his mouth,' 

 

'Go on, Hae-in... We don't have all night, especially since Kim right here claims he needs to hurry back to the hospital,'

 

'Ahh... Fuck! Nnghh... Kim Taehyung— who would've known that an alpha like you got the best damn mouth to fuck?'

 

'Nngh... Yes—yes, swallow it. Remember, if you spill a drop, you'd have to do it again... Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Suck it! Nnghh... Fucking hell, Kim! Your mouth is the best!'

***

As Taehyung was about to drown in pleasure from fucking into Jeongguk's warm mouth, filthy memories from his wretched past suddenly came crashing down on him, making him grip Jeongguk's hair tighter, thrusting into the latter's mouth harder, ignoring Jeongguk's muffled and pained groans, until he came again, this time right down into Jeongguk's throat, gasping as he pulled out, heaving heavily as he watched Jeongguk choke and cough. 

Taehyung isn't really sure why he's remembering such things right now; this isn't even the first time he's been blown by someone—hell! Jeongguk even did it to him just this morning, and he was fine with it—he enjoyed it—but now it feels different. Maybe it's because he's in rut and his emotions are all over the place, but at this moment, he's feeling way too vulnerable and exposed—naked past his skin, with all his wounds forced open, causing them all to bleed once more; and that, paired with the pain he's experiencing due to his ongoing rut, makes Taehyung feel like he's breaking all over again, torn piece by piece, unraveling him and reminding him of how dirty and damaged he is.

*cough... cough...* "I must say, you caught me off guard; I didn't expect you to do that—" The moment Jeongguk lifted his gaze back to Taehyung, he froze, noticing the latter's uninvited tears and his horror-filled expression while staring at him. "W-why? Why?" Jeongguk gasped, an unexplainable sense of panic washing over him; he then pulled Taehyung down, embracing him firmly as the latter broke into a gut-wrenching sob. "Why? Is it my fault? Did I—did I do something wrong again? Tell me. Please, just tell me. I feel like I'm going crazy here," Jeongguk pleaded, his body trembling again as he gently rocked Taehyung on his lap, the palm of his hand protectively placed over the back of the latter's head.

"Do it..." Taehyung mutters, gripping the back of Jeongguk's shirt and burying his face against the crook of the latter's neck. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard until I can't think of anything else. I need it. I need you, Jeongguk." Taehyung cries, side-eyeing Jeongguk, allowing the latter to have a glimpse of the unbearable agony reflected in his crimson eyes. "Is that all?" Jeongguk promptly replies, cupping Taehyung's face as the latter slightly pulls away from his arms.

"Don't stop... Even if I tell you to—even if I beg you to—you're not allowed to stop... Can you do that?" Taehyung rasped, staring Jeongguk in the eyes. 

"Right," Jeongguk says, nodding. "Of course. I am yours, remember? That means I would do anything for you... Anything—I promise you." 

***

"A woman? Are you sure about that? Did Jeon Jeongguk really leave earlier with another woman and not with a man—an alpha perhaps?" Minho presses one of the guards here in CC's security control room, reviewing the somewhat blurry CCTV footage from earlier, when the fight between Jeongguk and another guest broke out.

"Y-yes sir. I also heard from the staff that Jeon sajangnim was apparently good friends with her, and that's why he helped her." The guard stutters, subtly glancing out the door, a shiver running up his spine upon seeing another alpha's glowing red eyes, his index finger pressed against his lips, as if silently warning him to keep quiet if he still wants to live. 

. 

. 

. 

"Tch, do you really have to torture the poor guard?" Jin murmurs quietly to Yoongi as they pass outside CC's security control room.

"Torture? That's your thing, hyung, not mine. I merely gave the guy a warning," Yoongi dryly replies.

"Mhm... Okay, if you say so," Jin shrugs. "Anyway, Kim Taehyung is back. What do you think will happen now?" he asks.

"What do you think?" Yoongi scowls. "Jeon Jeongguk—that idiot will probably self-destruct." 

♠️

"Did you plan all of this? Did you know from the start that you'd have me like this?" Taehyung questioned, lying on his back, breathing hard as he gazed at the ceiling, three of Jeongguk's fingers inside his ass.

"No, I didn't. But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of it. I wanted it. I craved it—this—you—for ten long fucking years." Jeongguk chuckled quietly as he warmly stared at Taehyung, laying all bare, legs spread out wide and willing under him. "At night, when I'm all alone in bed—in my room, about a thousand times or more—I pictured you like this: naked and out of breath," he adds, running his free hand over Taehyung's shoulder, his index finger drawing a line down the latter's chest. "I counted each bullet of sweat appearing from your skin; had your taste bursting against my lips, while yours did nothing but scream out my name." Jeongguk husked while his fingers wiped some of the thin translucent liquid leaking out from the tip of Taehyung's cock, then he brought it up to the latter's parted mouth, smearing it over the surface of his tongue, his breath shaking as Taehyung began to suck his digits clean, until he pulls them back out. 

"So even if I didn't plan it, I guess I am still guilty... I wanted, ached, and burned for you enough that the universe had no other choice but to hear me out." Jeongguk whispered with that devil-may-care smirk curling up to his lips, parting his fingers that are inside of Taehyung's ass in a scissoring motion as he slid them in and out of Taehyung's now puffy rim.

"Back then, you were bold enough to claim you weren't interested in me being your whore—now it turns out that's all you've been wishing for. What a liar." Taehyung breathed, pushing the back of his head against the mattress, his toes curling, and his knees folding as Jeongguk's fingers continued to stretch and open him up. "Nngh... I guess I'm not really the only hypocrite between the two of us—you are too. Shamless and greedy—not to mention a big fucking lunatic. That's you." Taehyung sighs as he glances down at Jeongguk, who is now biting and nibbling one of his nipples between his teeth.

"Right, right..." Jeongguk hums, grinning against Taehyung's skin. "But is it just me? Aren't you the same? I mean, you're the one who's now in a rut... Big and mighty alpha, squirming to be fucked by me," he continues, feigning a startled gasp, playing it up as if he's really shocked to hear the words that just came out of his own mouth. "My, my... I guess I shouldn't have said that. Sorry, I didn't mean to be mean." Jeongguk adds, laying down on his side and planting a kiss on Taehyung's lips, leaving the latter with no other option but to accept it while glaring grimly at him. "You even cried. That's so unlike you, Kim biseo... Tell me, why did you cry?" Jeongguk asks, remembering how Taehyung broke down right after he had him inside his mouth.

"Shut up—h-hah!" Taehyung gasped, his eyes popping wide when Jeongguk curled his fingers, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him, sparking another wave of his rut and sending shivers down his spine, which added more pressure in his lower stomach.

"It's not because you hated it, right? No, actually, I would prefer that the reason you cried was because I was either so bad or so good at it you couldn't take it. I'd rather it be because of me than some bastard or some fucked up memory causing your tears. If not, then I'm afraid I would really have to get my hands dirty." Jeongguk murmurs into Taehyung's ear, pushing his fourth finger inside the latter, twisting his wrist as he drives his digits past Taehyung's tight heat, causing Taehyung to scream breathlessly, the corners of his mouth twitching up to a rather pained but still arrogant sneer.

"O-oh really? Hngh... What are you going to do then? What are you going to do if the reason I cried wasn't you?" Taehyung asks as Jeongguk sits up, kneeling between his legs as he slowly pulls his fingers out of him; then, he pushes the back of Taehyung's thighs up, making his knees almost touch his chest.

"Whoever they are, I will kill them—all of them." Jeongguk sternly replies, shifting his gaze from Taehyung's face to the latter's stretched-out hole as he pulls his tongue out, flicking the tip against Taehyung's rim, causing Taehyung to groan and throw his head back, his thighs trembling involuntarily. "Ugh... Y-you nasty piece of shit... Ahhh..." Taehyung grumbled again as he felt Jeongguk's tongue lapping over his tender skin, while the latter simply ignored him.

"Mhm... I'm going to break their necks and rip their throats out with my bare hands—I'm going to burn them while making sure that you'd be there to watch them turn to dust. You'd want that, right? Oh, I'm sure you do. You want to see me turn into an absolute animal because of you," Jeongguk asserts before sinking his teeth into Taehyung's inner thigh. "Don't worry. You know me—I would gladly do that and more just for you." Jeongguk continued, bending his head down again and smirking as he swirled the tip of his tongue over Taehyung's rim, keeping the latter's thighs up as he began sucking on it, eagerly slurping the tasteless edible lube he used when he was fingering him.

"A-aah! Fuck! Fuck! Aaahhh!" Taehyung grunted, his cock twitching whenever Jeongguk's teeth grazed against his swollen hole, then he flinched and screamed when the latter pushed his tongue inside him. "W-wait! AAAHHH! W-what are you... Nnngh... What are you doing? Ahhh!" Taehyung continues to moan out loud, his body jerking helplessly as Jeongguk swirls and flicks his tongue inside his tight heat, licking and tasting all in him that he could reach.

Truth be told, even the mere idea of being on the receiving end had never, not even once, occurred to Taehyung before. He is an alpha—a male one, at that, and so he believed that his place was already set in stone: he would always be at the top—at least on the bed; he thought that he'd never have to be under someone else.

But, thanks to some twisted turn of events orchestrated by that sneering, jeering fiend called fate, he now finds himself in this state: sprawled on his back on the mattress, legs splayed, cock useless, ass pressed against another alpha's face.

Taehyung's prideful old self is certainly laughing at him at this very moment.

He then looked at Jeongguk, his eyes glazed with his own shameful tears, and his face reddened all the way up to his ears, down to his neck, and across his chest. Oh, Taehyung really hates this; just the thought of Jeongguk fucking him was already enough to drive him nuts, but actually seeing Jeongguk fucking him with his tongue is an entirely different story—not to mention a completely different level of crazy.

He's already cummed twice, and normally by now, he should be cooling down for at least a while before being hit again by his rut, but with Jeongguk and whatever the latter's been doing to him, there's just no way Taehyung can stay calm. 

Heat, need, want—everything is just boiling from the pit of his stomach to his throat and out to every pore on his skin; he's just burning—and as much as his pride as an alpha wanted to deny it, Taehyung doesn't really want Jeongguk to stop—he wants him to continue ravishing him.

'Fuck this...' Taehyung berates himself again, unable to take his eyes off of Jeongguk as the latter continues to suck on his rim and slide his tongue in and out of him; the sight of it is just too lewd and filthy, and Taehyung is certain it will haunt him even days after this. 

"Mmh... I knew it—there's not a single part of you that doesn't taste sweet." Jeongguk hummed, his words a little muffled as he licked Taehyung's swollen hole with the tip of his tongue again, spreading it even wider with both of his thumbs. "I could never have enough of you; even if you're here, even if I can feel you against my skin, it's just not enough." Jeongguk murmured, taking his tongue out as he pushed two of his digits back inside Taehyung's ass, hissing as he realized how easy it went in this time and how soft and hot Taehyung had gotten after all the minutes he spent fingering and licking his insides. 

"Ahh... What should I do? Should I just—eat you?" Jeongguk asks, his crimson eyes glowing with both passion and malice, his head dizzy from breathing in the intoxicating scent of Taehyung's pheromones mixed with his own. 

He can feel Taehyung twitching against his fingers as he pulls them out and thrusts them back inside the latter's ass; Taehyung's nails are raking lines across his shirt, while Jeongguk just couldn't look away from both of Taehyung's nipples, which are now swollen and erect, glistening with all the spit Jeongguk left after sucking on them. "Look at you. Are you even real? How can you be real when you're so beautiful like this?" Jeongguk crooned, his gaze moving up to Taehyung's face, admiring the faint hue of red that's now dusted all over his normally fair honey skin, his long raven hair loose against the white sheets, flowing gently like a fan of ink, thick lashes glistening with tears, red lips moist and plump, parted as he breathes, spit dribbling down his chin—ah, Taehyung is just so stunning that Jeongguk swears he'll never let go of him.

Feeling his own cock throb impatiently, Jeongguk let out another hiss, about to sink his tongue back into Taehyung's rim, when the latter jerked up, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pulled Jeongguk on top of him. "E-enough. Just fuck me already." Taehyung muttered before loosening his grip on Jeongguk, falling right back on the bed, and parting his own legs even wider, making it clear to Jeongguk how eagerly he awaits the latter.

"Hah..." Jeongguk chuckled as he poured a generous amount of lube on his palm, then rubbed it all over his shaft, aligning the tip against Taehyung's twitching entrance. "I was planning to tire you out just enough for your complaints to be weak once we get to the main act." Jeongguk sighed as he pushed just the tip of his cock inside Taehyung, then he pulled it out, doing it again and again, teasing Taehyung until the latter was reduced to nothing but a lewd, squirming, and moaning hot mess on the bed.

"Nngh... Fu—fuck! Aghhh!!! Enough! Stop playing around!" Taehyung shouts, feeling helpless, tears once again streaming down his face when Jeongguk slaps his hand away after he notices him reaching down to stroke his cock.

"Easy there," Jeongguk chuckled again, this time against Taehyung's lips. "Please understand, I just don't want this night to end too soon," Jeongguk says with a soft and tender tone, smiling warmly at Taehyung.

"For fuck’s sake, I'm in rut, and in case it slipped your mind, I am a dominant alpha. So as much as I want it to, this wouldn't exactly end in just one night. You might be the first one between us to run out of gas." Taehyung says, panting and averting Jeongguk's gaze while grasping the latter's biceps, feeling humiliated again when he realized that he just basically begged to be fucked throughout his rut.

Jeongguk then pulled himself up, kneeling and holding both of Taehyung's thighs, propping the latter's legs over his shoulders, the tip of his cock still pressed against Taehyung's hole. "Is that another challenge I hear?" Jeongguk taunts, brushing his hair up with his fingers and staring Taehyung down with his glowing crimson eyes as he presses a kiss over Taehyung's left ankle. 

"What do I do with you, really? By now, you should be aware that I'm capable of fucking you all day, all night—even all week if you want me to... So, unless you can take responsibility for your words, I suggest you be careful—ahhh..." Jeongguk sighs contentedly as he slams his whole length inside Taehyung, causing the latter's eyes to widen again in utter shock, his voice breaking into a high-pitched scream the moment he bottoms out. "Just slap me in the face if you feel like you've had enough... Or else, this dildo wouldn't know when to stop." Jeongguk continues to tease, pulling almost all the way out of Taehyung, going as slowly as possible before thrusting his cock back in, pushing it hard and deep, leading Taehyung to choke on his own screams.

"There! AHHH! There! Yes! Fuck! Ahhh!" Taehyung's moans reverberated throughout the room, his nails buried into Jeongguk's skin, going past through the fabric of the latter's already disheveled shirt as he held onto his arms, welcoming each of Jeongguk's thrusts, feeling his insides get messed up.

Just like last night, the way Jeongguk is fucking him now is no way near gentle—he's rough—quite the opposite of the tenderness and warmth he had given Taehyung just a few minutes ago when he saw him cry after receiving probably the most spectacular blowjob of his life.

Jeongguk fucks as if it's his last and the world is ending at the exact moment they stop—and so being the frantic and desperate horny lunatic that he is, he's making sure he's giving Taehyung his best shot. It's almost comical, but at the same time, it's also like a brutal punch in the gut that Taehyung cannot possibly avoid, so he welcomes it with open arms instead, taking in that strange sense of pleasure after the pain, growing used to it, liking it, then becoming more and more addicted to it with each passing second.

It stings, but strangely enough, Taehyung keeps wanting more of it.

'It will be fine... You know he's always on our side, so let's just keep him, alright? Don't let him go—don't you dare let him go. Never... Never again...' 

Taehyung hears that strange voice inside his head again; it sounds like him but a bit more eerie, possessive, and so full of malice against anyone and anything that would take Jeongguk away from him—including Taehyung himself. Then, when Taehyung closed his eyes, another set of eyes appeared within his dark and clouded mind, burning bright red, mimicking the exact color of its seemingly boundless bloodlust—it's terrifying. 

*gasp!*

Next thing Taehyung knew, he was already holding onto Jeongguk tightly, nails scraping against the surface of the latter's still-clothed back, legs wrapped around his waist, ass squeezing around Jeongguk's cock. "Fuck—too tight! Wait," Jeongguk grunts, trying to push himself up, but Taehyung refuses to let go, clutching onto him even harder. "Hey, it's not like I'm going anywhere." Jeongguk let out a strained giggle, finding it rather adorable that Taehyung is holding him this way—as if he means it—as if he doesn't want him to go away.

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The voice in Taehyung's head keeps on screaming Jeongguk's name, leaving Taehyung with no other choice but to hold onto Jeongguk because if he doesn't, he feels like he will really end up dying—literally, that is.

"D-don't stop. Don't stop. Go faster. Faster! I want it faster!" Taehyung's voice shakes as he speaks, as do his hands as he pulls back and cups Jeongguk's cheeks.

Jeongguk then looks at him, a frown appearing on his brows as he tries to process the expression he's now seeing on Taehyung's face—he looks desperate—scared, even. "Are you always like this when you're in rut?" Jeongguk asked, hissing when Taehyung's legs began to clamp harder around him, his feet pressing onto the back of Jeongguk's thighs, causing him to lunge forward, burying his cock more into Taehyung's ass. "God—wait," 

"No, no... I don't know. It hurts—I don't know what to do with myself anymore..." Taehyung cries, gripping onto the fabric of Jeongguk's shirt, feeling that stabbing pain again inside his chest along with the surging and burning heat pooling inside his lower stomach. "I told you—I told you to fuck me until I can't think of anything else! I told you! I fucking told you—"

"Calm down, I'm on it now," Jeongguk promptly replies. He has no idea what exactly is happening or why Taehyung's suddenly acting like this again, but he decided to save all his questions for later.

The thing is, Jeongguk knows just how awful Taehyung's rut is based on his own personal experience as a fellow dominant (and imprinted) alpha. Every month for the past ten years, Jeongguk's rut felt worse than hell for him without Taehyung by his side—which was stupid, thinking about it right now.

He is Jeon Jeongguk; he can have anything and anyone he desires, but everything else just pales in comparison to Taehyung.

Yeah right, he is Jeon Jeongguk, one of the most revered alphas in the country, if not around the world; nevertheless, he'd still gladly go down on his knees, beg, and even bark like a shameless and pathetic little mutt—only for one person—Kim Taehyung.

"Hurry," Taehyung whined again and Jeongguk just laughed defeatedly to himself.

"Mhm... Fine," Jeongguk mutters with a smirk as he pushes Taehyung down on the bed, grabbing both of the latter's legs and placing them over his shoulders again before he starts to move, putting his hips to work, thrusting his cock deeper, harder, and faster into Taehyung.

Taehyung doesn't say anything—no, it's more like he is unable to say anything anymore—he just moans, louder and louder, and Jeongguk thinks it's the most beautiful and sinful symphony he's ever heard. "AGHHH!!!! W-wait... Too much... Uhhh..."

"Why? Didn't you ask for this? You practically begged for this, so no, you're not allowed to complain now, angel," Jeongguk husks as he picks up the pace, snapping his hips and occasionally kissing and biting whatever part of Taehyung's leg his lips could reach, while his eyes remain fixed on the latter, staring at his god-sculpted face, flushed cheeks, long lashes drenched in tears, sharp nose, plump pink lips, spit smeared all over his chin—beautiful—he really is so damn beautiful that Jeongguk wants nothing more but to taint him, ruin, and ravish him until he's too broken to even dare think of leaving his side once more.

"Does that feel good? Tell me, am I making you feel good?" Jeongguk asks, feeling the way Taehyung's thighs quiver again, the muscles on his abs tensing up as he clenches hard around Jeongguk's cock.

Taehyung doesn't reply—still couldn't reply, and by the looks of it, Taehyung seems too far gone now to even hear a word from Jeongguk's mouth.

But Jeongguk really is a greedy man, especially when it comes to Taehyung—even everything will never be enough. He wants to see more, feel more, and hear more; he wants to know how far he could push Taehyung to the edge until he breaks into tiny little pieces gathered in the palm of his hand, where Jeongguk could hold onto him, keep him all to himself, and have him over and over again.

"Ahh, every time I try to pull out, you just suck me right back... It feels good, right? C'mon, be honest, you love the way I fuck you, right?" Jeongguk asks again, moving a little slower this time, rolling his hips in such a way that every inch of his cock feels the lewd and slippery sensation of Taehyung's hot flesh around him as he slides his length inside and out. "Fucking hell, is it because you're in a rut? Your insides feel crazily hot—bet you're better than any of those omegas. I think you're made for this, Tae. You're made to take my cock." Jeongguk continues, removing Taehyung's legs from his shoulders, letting them fall heavily on his sides as he bends down and takes one of Taehyung's nipples between his teeth, pulling and nibbling at it, grinning against the latter's skin when he sees the hard and swollen bud glistening with his spit.

Taehyung then arches his back and moans out loud, gripping the sheets firmly, as Jeongguk kneels up again, clutching his waist and raising his lower half up—which is insane, because Taehyung knows his weight is far from being light; he stands about six feet tall, and although his build might be on the slimmer side, he is still fairly masculine with more than just decent proportions—he is a dominant alpha, for god's sake! And yet Jeongguk is lifting and moving him around as if he weighs nothing. How ridiculous. 

Jeongguk's grip around his waist is both brutal and bruising, and once they're done, it will most likely leave marks on his skin, and Taehyung just couldn't believe that he's conflicted about whether or not he actually dislikes the idea of it—no, maybe he wouldn't really mind it. In fact, the possibility of letting other people see the marks that Jeongguk would leave on his skin aroused Taehyung's curiosity. He's now wondering what their reactions will be. Will they ask questions? Will they ask who they are from, or will they immediately know the person who marred his skin?

Will Kang Sohee know that her dear husband, Jeon Jeongguk, is here, fucking his alpha secretary? Oh, as wrong and cruel as it seems, Taehyung hopes she's not that dumb and naive.

Taehyung wants Sohee to be shocked, furious, and mad. He wants her to know that no matter how high and mighty she thinks she is, she still doesn't and will never stand a chance against him. "You're mine," Taehyung whispers absentmindedly, gazing at Jeongguk with his lazy bedroom eyes, his body becoming accustomed to the feeling of being hammered from the inside.

"S-shit... At least give me a warning," Jeongguk groans, flinging his head back and tightening his grasp on Taehyung's waist. "I almost—never mind. But please, you can't just attack me like that, angel," Jeongguk says, puffing his cheeks and huffing out a deep breath before sitting on his heels and pulling Taehyung up onto his lap, his cock still inside the latter's ass. "Don't worry though, we're far from being done here," Jeongguk adds with that haughty boyish grin on his face, tucking some of the loose strands of Taehyung's hair behind his ear. 

"Good," Taehyung replies, his voice deep and raspy and so incredibly sexy that Jeongguk had to close his eyes and clench his jaw to stop himself from coming prematurely. "God, you'll be the death of me." Jeongguk chuckles, nuzzling his face against the curve of Taehyung's neck, kissing one of the latter's many scars, biting and sucking on it, making it bloom red before he moved to another—and another, while Taehyung began rolling his hips on his own, fucking himself with Jeongguk's stiff cock, moans echoing along with the lewd squelching and slapping sound every time he bounces over Jeongguk's lap.  

"I told you, you cannot die... Not until I say so. Not before me—and absolutely not without me. Did you forget? You were the one who dug your own grave by being involved with someone like me." Taehyung whispers against Jeongguk's ear, biting his lips when he feels Jeongguk's hands squeezing his ass, fingertips brushing against his throbbing and puffy rim as he continues to fuck into him. "That's why I'll be dragging you down to the deepest pits of hell with me." Taehyung added, as he began kissing Jeongguk's neck, tasting the latter's salty sweat mixed with his enticing scent. 

"Yes, yes, I know." Jeongguk lets out a quiet laugh—a laugh that quickly fades the moment he sees the scar on Taehyung's collarbone, the one he saw that bastard Jang Minho left when he dared to burn Taehyung with his disgusting cigarette back on Jeongguk's first day in Apgujeong high school.

The rather condescending smile Jeongguk had on his face was then replaced with a stern frown; his teeth clenched, his eyes dark as he continued to stare at the burn scar that's almost unnoticeable now that ten years have passed. Unlike the other scars scattered all over Taehyung's skin, Jeongguk knew and saw exactly how Taehyung got the one he's staring at right now, and yet back then he did nothing. 

He could've done something. 

He could've stopped it—them. 

But he didn't. 

He watched. 

Probably at one point, he even laughed. 

Yes, he did nothing, and now he's here regretting not ever doing anything. 

Karma is indeed a bitch, and Jeongguk's guilt is now getting fucked by it. 

"I will kill them—Jang Minho, Ahn Seung-hoon, even those fuckers, Shin Hae-in and Park Joo-hyuk. I will end them all." Jeongguk muttered, his lips ghosting over Taehyung's scar before shifting his gaze up and catching Taehyung's crimson eyes, staring down at him like a dream—a god—the most broken and beautiful one at that. Then, while keeping his gaze locked on Taehyung, Jeongguk began kissing the raised scar, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it—going just a bit rougher, his lips leaving a bright red halo around it, making it appear like a bloodflower, strangely blooming in summer.

"They are not your prey, Jeongguk. They are mine to hunt, mine to kill, mine to burn." Taehyung whispers, still staring as Jeongguk runs the pad of his thumb over the mark he created.

"Then, I will help you, for real, this time. Use me—all of me. I am at your disposal." Jeongguk says, his sincerity burning through his eyes, igniting something inside Taehyung.

"Ahh, that doesn't sound too bad at all." Taehyung replies with a dazed smile, cupping Jeongguk's face between his palms and kissing him hard, sucking on his tongue, swallowing the latter's muffled grunts and moans as he pushes his pelvis down, matching each of Jeongguk's thrusts.

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I'm yours

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It's already 3 a.m., and Jeongguk and Taehyung couldn't count just how many times they came; in, on, and all over each other. Taehyung went from being on Jeongguk's lap to being on his back, on his knees, and on his side, legs spread wide open all the time, and now he's back to where he started, sitting on Jeongguk's cock, his ass dripping with a crazy amount of lube and the latter's thick cum.

"It will be fun, don't you think so? Nngh... Those fuckers bleeding out, crawling on their knees, begging to be spared—but they won't. We won't spare any of them, will we?" Jeongguk asked in between his heavy takes of breath, pressing his cheeks against Taehyung's chest, shutting his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the small of Taehyung's back. "Yes, yes, we won't... Ahhh... We will make them pay—all of them." Taehyung drawled with a groan, grabbing the back of Jeongguk's hair and tugging down, looking the latter in the eyes. "And you, you will stay by my side all the time... No matter who you were, who you are now and who you will be, you will always—always be mine. You did this to yourself, Jeon Jeongguk, you will never—ever be able to escape me." Taehyung says, thoughtless but still honest words spilling out of his mouth. 

"W-what did you say?" Jeongguk choked, his eyes wide in disbelief, wondering if he really did hear Taehyung declare his claim on him, and when it hit him, everything just ceased. "Fuck!" Jeongguk doesn't know why, but he heard something snap inside his head—suddenly, all he can see is red, and it's raging past his skin, surging through his veins, screaming in his brain, setting his guts ablaze.

"I'm sorry," Jeongguk said before he could even think of why he was apologizing—he just did, and as soon as he heard himself, he appeared to be as perplexed as Taehyung is.

Jeongguk swore he was about to say something, but everything else within his thoughts just exploded into a muddled mess, so he just kept on moving, thrusting, and fucking into Taehyung like an untamed beast, and thankfully enough, Taehyung didn't fail him—he welcomed him.

Jeongguk then bit on his bottom lip as Taehyung kept on moaning loudly, arching his back, still rolling his hips on Jeongguk's lap, letting the latter continuously pound and abuse his prostate, then screaming when he felt Jeongguk's shaft throb, the base of it swelling and becoming more and more engorged as he pushed it deeper inside of him..

"W-wait, what are you—shit! Fuck! Are you... Ah-AHHH!!!" 

All Taehyung can do now is scream. 

There's no doubt about it, he could feel it—them—locking, hot spurts of cum painting his insides white, filling him up to the brim. 

Jeon Jeongguk is knotting him.

Taehyung, an alpha—a fucking dominant alpha—getting knotted by another dominant alpha. How absurd—so absurd, in fact, that if Taehyung is in his right mind, he would be laughing and calling himself pathetic by now, but he isn't—he most certainly isn't thinking straight, because rather than feeling disgusted and enraged, he feels relieved instead. 

Despite the pain and the mean-hard jab on his pride and ego as an alpha, Taehyung is strangely comforted by the fact that it is him who is receiving Jeongguk's knot like this. 

Still, he still screamed, and laughed, and cried and screamed again like some sort of confused lunatic. 

"I-I d-don't know—how... Fuck! I can't stop—AAGHHHH!!!" Jeongguk growled, bursting into tears, too overwhelmed from the feeling of forming a knot for the first time in his life. He couldn't explain it as well because, as far as he knows, alphas can only form a knot with omegas unless... Ah, right now, Jeongguk isn't really stable enough to figure out the rest.

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How many minutes has it been? Five? Ten? Twenty? Taehyung has no idea, but the pain he felt earlier is now somewhat bearable, and strangely enough, his rut has also calmed down without showing any signs of spiking back up, and all he can feel now is warmth. His body has gone limp, everything is quiet, and all that can be heard are their labored breaths and Jeongguk's silent sniffles while the latter keeps his face nuzzled against Taehyung's chest, holding him close, tight, and secure in his own protective little bubble—and Taehyung actually finds it rather endearing; he couldn’t even stay mad at the alpha who just knotted him.

"Ahh, look at you acting like a victim again." Taehyung says, finally breaking the silence as he gently runs his thumb across the corners of Jeongguk's damp eyes."Why are you even crying, mhm? You're the one who had your way with me, knotting and all that shit, so why are you all curled up now, crying like a kicked little puppy?" Taehyung says, and yet there's no animosity in his tone.

"I—I didn’t ask for your permission." Jeongguk mumbled, gazing up at Taehyung; the color of his eyes is back to normal now, except for the way they glisten from the tears that seem to have no plans of stopping any time soon. "I’m sure you hate me now. You're going to leave. You're going to abandon me again. I'm sorry, but right now, I don't even know if I'm capable of dealing with all that shit again. So tell me what do I do? Should I start getting on my knees? Should I beg? Bark? Cry? Or should I just kill my—'' Jeongguk was hushed by Taehyung's fingertips pressed against his lips.

"Look at me. Do you honestly believe that I look like someone who's about to leave?" Taehyung asks, cupping Jeongguk's face as he leaned down, his long hair fanning over his shoulders, falling beautifully like silk dark curtains, making Jeongguk see nothing but him. "As you can see, even if I want to, I'm literally stuck with you." Taehyung says; his mind is now somewhat clear, but his eyes are still dreamy.

"Will you? If you could, then would you really leave? What about me? What would I do once you leave? I don't know—" Jeongguk was once again interrupted, this time by Taehyung's lips pressing softly against his, giving him a brief but lingering kiss, pulling back with their mouths connected by a sheer string of spit.

"You were right. I hated it. I hated seeing you with your wife. I hated it enough that I lost my damn mind. I bit your bait and swallowed it. You won, sajangnim." Taehyung says, smiling defeatedly to himself. "Whatever you want from me, you can have it. Just don't keep me in the dark. Tell me all about your plans, your schemes, and all your fucked up ways to either keep me safe or to keep me all to yourself—and I will do the same." Taehyung adds, although he's still unsure if he would come to regret all of this later, say, if Jeongguk betrays him again.

"You will? Will you actually stay?" Jeongguk asks again, still with those sparkling puppy eyes of his, looking all confused but still shamelessly hopeful as he holds Taehyung in an even tighter embrace.

"Mhm... Y'know, I have never been given too many options—never the good ones at least." Taehyung chuckles. "But thinking about it right now, I guess the view really is better from where you're standing, so maybe it wouldn't be that bad to place my bets on you... After all, I am someone who's got nothing to lose." Taehyung says, pressing his forehead against Jeongguk.

"You do now. Me. You have me now, Taehyung. So please, don't leave me again." Jeongguk pleaded, gathering some of the loose strands of Taehyung's hair and tucking them behind the latter's ear, his pupils dilating as the faint indigo hue of the early rising sun illuminated Taehyung's face—stunning.

"Hah, please stop." Taehyung scoffs, a bit taunting but still very fond. "You're making it sound as if you're in love with me or something." Taehyung added, still smiling—that is, until he realized what he had just said and how such a thoughtless remark could possibly make things even more complicated between them.

Well, if Taehyung was taken aback, Jeongguk certainly had it much worse. He's suddenly run out of witty responses, as if his brain has ceased functioning; his breath hitching, his heart skipping a beat, and his eyes widening as all the memories of his bitter past rush into him.

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'You were with him again weren't you, Jungho?'

'Stay out of my business.'

'What did you just say? I am your wife! You are married to me! And yet you still can't let go of him? Just what did Junyeol ever do to you? Can't you see? He doesn't want you—he wants me! Me! Your own wife! Hah! Can you believe it? The same man you've been relentlessly pining for would actually die for me—not you, never you!'

'SHUT THE FUCK UP!'

'G-give it up... You will never have him, just as he will never love you. It's me, Jungho... Only I am foolish enough to fall in love with someone as vile and wicked as you...'

 

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"H-hey, I was just kidding. You don't have to take it seriously, y'know," Taehyung replies, sheepishly evading Jeongguk's lost gaze.

"Is that what you want me to say? That I'm in love with you?" Jeongguk replies, his eyes suddenly turning crimson as if he's on guard; nevertheless he doesn't pull back.

"Are you?" Taehyung returns the question, his eyes shifting red as well.

"I love you," Jeongguk replies, but his tone is devoid of any emotion. Big, sweet words filled with both fear and deceit. 

Disgusting.

"Oh, are you? Do you mean it? Be honest," Taehyung sneers, unsure whether he should be hurt, offended, or pleased that Jeongguk had answered him like this.

"No, I don't." Jeongguk says without batting an eye this time, immediately erasing his very first lie—to Taehyung, that is. "Will you leave? I hope you won't. Please don't." he added, clutching Taehyung's waist once again and dropping his forehead over Taehyung's shoulder.

"*sigh* I already told you, I won't." Taehyung responds, now oddly feeling grateful to hear Jeongguk's honest reply.

Grateful, because he knows that he's not ready for it.

Grateful, because he despises the very idea of it.

Grateful, because he's aware that someone as damaged as him will never be able to afford it, even more so to return it.

"How about you? Are you—by any chance, in love with me, Taehyung?" Jeongguk asks as he shifts his gaze to his side and up towards Taehyung. 

"Me? No, I don't think so. You don't have to worry, I'm not built for that shit, Jeon." Taehyung sighs, feeling Jeongguk's knot easing up, allowing him to slowly roll his hips again, letting some of the cum Jeongguk spilled inside of him drip between his legs and down to the sheets. 

"Same here." Jeongguk rasped, his eyes rolling back as he closed them, feeling his cock harden again. 

"To me, that thing called love is nothing more but a fucked up and twisted curse—it's the worst. It is that one sick delusion that blinds you, deceives you, hurts you, and then leaves you with a wound so deep that is impossible to heal." Jeongguk continues as he gently lays Taehyung down on the bed, softly running his fingers over latter's face, once again admiring how beautiful Taehyung is with his eyes closed, arms up and resting limp at the sides of his head; and the longer Jeongguk looks at him, the more he feels this fervid need to give—let Taehyung have anything and everything he could ever ask from him—except for love, since that is nothing but crock of bullshit. 

What Jeongguk has right now is his honest greed, his want, his need, his devotion and everything else in between. 

It might never be love, but at least it is real. 

"So don't ever fall in love with me, Tae. Never." Jeongguk says, bending down and kissing Taehyung as the latter smirks against his lips. 

"Save the warning for yourself, sajangnim. You're the one who's showing more symptoms of that cursed disease here." Taehyung replies with a lazy chuckle. "Ahh, now that we've established the fact that we both are not and cannot be in love, what are we then?" Taehyung hums, his eyes still closed, feeling Jeongguk slowly moving inside of him again. 

"That... I have no idea. We could be onto something, who knows? All I know is that I want you, and you—you want me too. This, whatever the fuck we're doing doesn't have to mean anything, does it?" Jeongguk drawled, still gazing at Taehyung while biting his bottom lip, his jaw clenched, feeling the insides of Taehyung's soft and wet hole sucking him deep, wrapping tightly around his skin. 

"We could be anything, but also nothing." 

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It is currently seven in the morning, and Jeongguk is still soundly sleeping on the bed, while Taehyung is already up and awake, clad in nothing but his silk red robe, smoking a cigarette by the window.

It didn't take long, maybe just a couple more puffs of smoke, for Taehyung to hear the sheets shuffling behind him, followed by Jeongguk's heavy footsteps approaching him, the latter's arms immediately locking around his waist, softly kissing the back of his head.

"Up already, mhm? Why? C'mon, we don't have to work today; sleep in with me," Jeongguk whines, his chin resting on Taehyung's shoulder.

"Later." Taehyung replies, taking a long and deep drag of smoke and leaning his head back against Jeongguk as he stares out the window.

"What's on your mind?" Jeongguk inquires, now peppering feather light kisses all over Taehyung's neck after gathering the latter's hair on one side, kissing his nape as Taehyung's red robe slides down just slightly off his shoulders.

"I don't know. Maybe the next person on my list?" Taehyung shrugs, shutting his eyes and tilting his head to the side, giving Jeongguk more access to his skin while breathing in the calming scent of the latter's pheromones mixed with the smell of the cigarette he's smoking.

"And who would that be? Ahn Seung-hoon? Jang Minho... Who's our next unlucky target, angel? Tell me,"

"No, I'm thinking about Baek Byunghun. That old fucker has been alive for far too long, don't you think?" Taehyung replies, glancing over his side and meeting Jeongguk's gaze, while the latter simply smiles.

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Baek Byunghun is dead.

His body had been cremated in secret, barely less than two hours after Taehyung shot him in the head.

Jeongguk had set fire to the warehouse, making it appear as though it was an accident.

Baek Byunghun is now dead, and no one knows anything about it. It's as if Baek Byunghun never existed.

Just like that, Taehyung had killed one of the people who had caused his life to fall apart—and he'd gotten away with it notably unharmed.

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"I must say, I was surprised you didn't take your time with him; I really thought that you'd at least pull out a nail or two, maybe a few teeth, just for fun," Jeongguk said. He and Taehyung are now back in his office, going about their business as if they hadn't just murdered a person this morning. "Boring," Jeongguk added.

"Shut up. Why would I?" Taehyung replied, sounding so cold like how he is most of the time while arranging the documents that Jeongguk had just signed.

"Because you hate the guy?—"

"And so?" Taehyung interjects, glancing at Jeongguk through his lashes.

"Well, I thought you'd enjoy it," Jeongguk remarked, wrapping his hand around Taehyung's wrist, rubbing small circles across his skin with his thumb. 

Taehyung then paused, placing the documents he had on him back on the desk and shifting his attention from their hands to the puzzled expression on Jeongguk's face. "I'm not doing this for fun, Jeongguk," he stated flatly.

"Oh?" Jeongguk drawled, lifting an eyebrow as Taehyung leaned forward, palm flat on the desk, leaving hardly an inch of gap between their faces. "Is that so?" 

"Blowing up their limbs, locking them up, and murdering them is not something I like doing. I am doing this because it feels like it is the only way for me to keep breathing. I don't particularly enjoy watching a person being tortured; despite the fact that my ears are yearning to hear their screams, it still brings back such ugly memories—memories I wish I could just easily forget, but I can't. I am playing god, and I hate every bit of it," Taehyung says while looking Jeongguk in the eyes. "It's been hours, but I can still hear the shot I fired. Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing how the bullet pierced through his skull. I was wearing gloves, but I still felt his blood as though it actually touched my hands. I just killed someone." Taehyung said, his voice wavering near the end of his sentence, as if it had suddenly dawned on him that he had really just killed a man with his own hands.

He held a gun, and he shot it.

He just killed Baek Byunghun, and he's now here in the office, doing his job as if nothing happened.

"Yeah, and you were absolutely stunning while you were at it," Jeongguk added, pulling on Taehyung's wrist, causing Taehyung to fall onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around his secretary's waist, keeping his back pressed against his chest. "You can't afford to break now, babe, not when we still have a few more people to punish."

"Who said anything about breaking?" Taehyung sighed as he laid back on Jeongguk's shoulder, peering at the ceiling and shifting his weight onto Jeongguk. "It's just that—he's dead, but for some reason, I still feel shitty, as if nothing has changed," Taehyung says, then wondering when exactly he started to feel comfortable enough with Jeongguk to share his thoughts and feelings. That said, nothing had ever made sense when it came to him, Jeongguk, and their twisted relationship anyway, and so he decided to simply go with it rather than berating himself again. 

"Mhm, I didn't realize you were expecting things to change," Jeongguk comments, nuzzling his face against the curve of Taehyung's neck.

"I'm not, though I have to say, I was hoping his death would make me feel a little better about myself," Taehyung replied as Jeongguk tenderly played with the tips of his hair.

"Should I make you feel better then?" Jeongguk whispered in Taehyung's ear. "I think I can make you feel better," he added, his tone more confident this time as his hands creeped up to Taehyung's chest, sliding underneath the latter's suit jacket.

"You think? Well, I'm not really against it since it's nearly lunchtime already... However, shouldn't I be the one making a move on you? You're expecting a reward, aren't you?" Taehyung said, staring at Jeongguk through his lashes. "You did well, getting that man and saving me all the trouble; tell me, sajangnim, what do you want in return?" he asked.

"Are you sure?" Jeongguk answered. "You know, I don't mind waiting." Lies. The truth is, he's so thrilled that the second he heard the word 'reward' from Taehyung's mouth, he instantly turned into a dog, with his tail excitedly wagging.

"Just say it so we can get it done and over with," Taehyung replied, already preparing to strip naked, knowing that Jeongguk would most likely ask for sex, especially since they hadn't slept with each other in three days. Still, he's got to remind him about not knotting him again, considering the risks and how Taehyung still can't wrap his head around the fact that Jeongguk was able to knot him, even though they're both dominant alphas.

"Well..." Jeongguk paused as he gently lifted Taehyung off of his lap, urging the latter to get up before he slightly kicked his swivel chair backwards, sitting lax with his thighs spread out. "I was thinking of something hardcore since—really, the past three days have been so unbearable for me, but then again, we only have until lunchtime is over, so..." He continued to glance between his legs before bringing his gaze back to Taehyung, hinting at what kind of reward he had in mind with his naughty eyes alone.

Taehyung froze. He surely knew what Jeongguk wanted him to do—it wasn't a big deal compared to all the things they'd already done on the sheets.

Yes, it's not a big deal. 

It wasn't supposed to be a big deal.

Jeongguk simply wants him to suck his dick. 

'Ahh... Fuck! Nnghh... Kim Taehyung— who would've known that an alpha like you got the best damn mouth to fuck?'

"You want me to suck you off, is that it?" Taehyung asked, his fingers curled into tight fists to keep them from trembling, hoping that Jeongguk wouldn't notice another one of his shameful weaknesses through the way he's acting.

"If it's not too much, then yes. I'd very much appreciate it if you'd let my cock be inside your mouth." Jeongguk smiled, his vulgar remarks sounding almost prude due to the rather formal tone he just used. "Will you?" he said, resting his elbow on the armrest and propping his chin against his palm as he raised an eyebrow at Taehyung. 

"Is that what you want? Are you sure?" Taehyung asked, sounding and appearing as calm as ever despite the fact that his insides feel like they're being tied into knots, turning upside down, making him want to throw up—but he won't—at least not yet, since he knows that he wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that he owes Jeongguk something.

Taehyung wants to pay back and give Jeongguk what he deserves for a job well done, exactly as he promised him before including the other alpha in his schemes. 'It's no big deal. We've done far worse than sucking dicks already. It's fine, yeah—it's fine,' Taehyung thinks while convincing himself over and over until he finally manages to get down on his knees. "I'm asking you, are you sure this is what you want?" Taehyung questioned again, taking another deep breath before placing his palms flat against both of Jeongguk's thighs and peering up, meeting Jeongguk's amused stare.

"Ah, I was a little hesitant at first, but now I'm certain... This is what I want, Taehyung... I want to be inside your mouth," Jeongguk said explicitly, tracing Taehyung's jaw with his fingertips, then pulling on the latter's chin and tugging it down to make him slightly part his mouth. "Can you do it?" he added, running his thumb across Taehyung's lips, then pushing it inside and pressing the pad of his finger onto Taehyung's tongue.

Instead of answering, Taehyung just closed his mouth around Jeongguk's thumb, keeping his gaze fixed on the latter as he began to suck.

Taehyung wants to cry—no, he will probably cry if he ever shuts his eyes and lets his thoughts stray to his disgusting past, so he kept his gaze fixed on Jeongguk, refusing to blink, scared that if he allowed Jeongguk out of his sight, he'll start remembering that nightmare again.

But Jeon Jeongguk is not Jang Minho, is he?

Jeongguk is nothing like Jang Minho, so maybe—just maybe—he'll be fine with this.

"Take it out. Now. Don't make me change my mind." Taehyung sighed, still looking at Jeongguk as he swung his arms up and pulled the elastic from his hair, just so he could tie it tighter and higher, out of the way.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Jeongguk absentmindedly said, blushing and unable to move as if he'd been helplessly bewitched again by Taehyung, which isn't anything new as he's always been weak—mentally and sometimes even physically—when it comes to Taehyung.

"Why? Is 'big boss' not capable of doing it by himself?" Taehyung laughed, shifting his eyes from Jeongguk's face to the now-growing bulge between the latter's legs. "Ah, what should I do with you? You're such a handful," Taehyung adds, playing it up and feigning confidence despite the fact that his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest the moment he bent forward, hands on both of Jeongguk's thighs, using his teeth to pull the zipper of Jeongguk's black trousers. 

"Fuck." Like a fool, Jeongguk could only spew out thoughtless profanities as he continued to stare at Taehyung, his face reddened all the way down to his neck, watching as Taehyung mouthed on his now fully erect shaft through his tight black boxers.

"Are you really not going to take it out? Should I make you cum like this and have you make a mess here? You have a meeting with some investors after lunch." Taehyung husked, resting the side of his head against Jeongguk's thigh, his palms sweaty, but Jeongguk surely had no idea about that.

Taehyung thought that after everything he'd gone through, nothing would scare him anymore. That is, until he got down on his knees in front of Jeongguk, bearing the dreadful memory that had been tormenting him for so long. He thought he'd be okay now, but he was wrong. 

Thinking about it, it's actually quite stupid since Jeongguk didn't really force him to be in this position; he's still free to get up and say that he's changed his mind. Jeongguk might sulk for a while, but still, he would not be able to do anything if Taehyung insists he doesn't want to do it.

But if he stops now, won't Jeongguk be disappointed? He might find it strange that Taehyung isn't willing to do this much after they've done much worse than fucking each other's mouths, and if there's one thing that perturbs Taehyung the most, it's Jeongguk learning about his dirty past.

So Taehyung stayed on his knees, watching as Jeongguk pulled out his hard, throbbing, and leaking cock, holding it an inch away from Taehyung's mouth.

"Uhm... This is pretty embarrassing, y'know?" Jeongguk mumbled as he awkwardly held the base of his cock. "Shut up," Taehyung quickly replied, his cheeks puffing out as he takes a deep breath and moves his gaze up to Jeongguk's face, then back down to the latter's shaft again.

Taehyung gulped. 

Then he smacked Jeongguk's hand away and grabbed the latter's cock by the base himself, before hesitantly pulling his tongue out and slowly flattening it on the shaft, testing his limits as he licked it up.

"Uhhh... Fuck!" Jeongguk threw his head back with a dragged out groan. 

"What?" Taehyung snapped, lifting an eyebrow at Jeongguk, while the latter bit his smirking lips. 

"Oh, cut me some slack; it's my first time getting a head; at the very least, let me react like a proper virgin," Jeongguk quipped, and Taehyung almost believed him if it weren't for the devious grin on his face. Now, Taehyung is mad.

"Liar," Taehyung muttered, squeezing Jeongguk's shaft a bit harder, causing the latter to spit out a pained hiss. "You said I was your first," Taehyung grumbled, glaring sharply at Jeongguk. 

"Nngh... You are my first." Jeongguk said, throwing his head back and laughing in pain. "However, Jun-yeol tried offering omegas to me sometimes to help with my ruts. I never touched them—although there may have been a few who dared to use their mouths, none of them succeeded. It's strange, but it's like I couldn't even get it up unless it's you... So don't be mad, even my body knows that I only belong to you." Jeongguk said, his eyes all blown out already and his face red as he pushed some of the stray hair away from Taehyung's face and tucked it behind his ear. "If it's not you, it's no good. You're the one—the only one I need Taehyung." Jeongguk added, his eyes flashing bright red, placing his hand on top of Taehyung's hand that is holding his cock, and then he pushed it lightly, allowing his shaft to touch Taehyung's lips, his heart pounding as Taehyung stared back at him. "You know, my cock has been aching to properly meet you for so long... Shouldn't you at least say hello?" 

"I'm not going to have a conversation with your dick, Jeongguk," Taehyung said, rolling his eyes and looking a bit annoyed since Jeongguk's poor attempt at dirty talk just basically ruined the supposedly 'sexy' atmosphere.

"You won't? That's sad. Look at him; he's so excited to see you face to face like this—can't you at least give him a kiss?" Jeongguk drawled, raising both his hands in response to the piercing glare Taehyung just threw at him.

"Should I?" Taehyung said, gripping the base of Jeongguk's cock tightly to get rid of the haughty smirk on the latter's lips. 

"Y-yes please..." Jeongguk replied, his toes curling inside his shoes, taking in the sweet pain and pleasure that he's now getting from Taehyung—and then, Taehyung leaned in with his wet and slightly puckered lips, giving the tip of Jeongguk's cock a soft kiss, pulling away with a string of his spit mixed with Jeongguk's precum stretching out, connecting him to Taehyung's lips.

Jeongguk cannot breathe. Just the sight of Taehyung's mouth next to his dick is already enough to arouse everything in him. 

"Please," Jeongguk rasped, his eyes brimming with pure want. "Open your mouth for me, Taehyung," he ordered quietly.

And although he's still mentally and maybe even emotionally unprepared for this, Taehyung does it. He opened his mouth and leaned forward, wrapping his soft and wet lips around the tip of Jeongguk's cock, hoping that the inside of his mouth wasn't quivering too much when Jeongguk pushed his way into him. 

"Wider, baby... You need to open your mouth wider to take all of me in." Jeongguk whispered, one hand cradling Taehyung's chin, the other on top of the latter's head, slowly pushing him down to his dick, moaning when he made Taehyung gag a bit. 

"Is it too much? Is this your limit? It's alright if it is. This is already good enough for me." Jeongguk cooed, brushing his fingers through Taehyung's hair that's tied in a high ponytail.

Taehyung casts another sharp glare at Jeongguk, his burning red eyes already welling up with tears, and Jeongguk just has to avert his gaze for a moment, for if he doesn't, he'll most likely cum on the spot and embarrass himself.

'Shut the fuck up,' Taehyung thinks, noticing Jeongguk biting back a grin as if he's genuinely trying to stop himself from teasing him—and well, Taehyung can get pretty competitive; he might be the one on his knees right now, but he surely wouldn't let Jeongguk get away with this easily.

Breathing through his nostrils, Taehyung then let his jaw drop, parting his mouth even wider and relaxing his throat as he swallowed Jeongguk down, taking him inch by inch until his nose was basically pressed against Jeongguk's skin and his lips were wrapped fully around the base of Jeongguk's cock.

Fuck. 

Jeongguk had to clench his teeth and curl his fingers into tight fists, blunt nails buried against his palms, eyes locked on Taehyung, who is now breathing against his hard cock. 

Jeongguk isn't one to brag, but he'd be lying if he were to claim his cock is just average, because it is as clear as day that it isn't. He is a dominant alpha who is well built and stands approximately 190cm tall (only one or two centimeters taller than Taehyung); physically, he's huge, and his dick is even (proportionally) big on him, if he were to be honest; it is long, thick, and heavy, especially when it's hard, that if Jeongguk's hands weren't as big as they are, he'd probably have a hard time wrapping it around his girth—and yet, Taehyung's swallowing him down right now like a champ.

He can feel Taehyung's throat closing in around the head of his cock as the latter tries to relax; Taehyung's full on in tears right now, spit dripping down to his chin, blushing all the way down to his neck and up to his ears—he looks like a damn wet dream in the flesh, and although Jeongguk thinks that nothing could beat the feeling of being inside Taehyung's ass, this easily takes the second spot. 

"Yes, yes... Just like that... You're perfect... Nngh, so fucking perfect." Jeongguk crooned as he softly caressed Taehyung's face with the back of his finger, biting his bottom lip hard when Taehyung lightly bobbed his head, causing Jeongguk's cock to slide to the side and poke his cheek, giving Jeongguk a good visual of how full his mouth is. "Easy there... Ahhh, slowly—don't hurt yourself." Jeongguk husked, spreading out his palm over the side of Taehyung's face, getting a good grip of the latter's head as he began to guide Taehyung's movements, going up and down, up and down—up—and down. 

Taehyung can't breathe—quite literally, that is. Jeongguk isn't even doing much, he's basically just holding Taehyung's head lightly as Taehyung moves by himself, and yet, with his mouth all stuffed down to his throat, blocking much of the air his brain needs to function, Taehyung couldn't help but think of what happened before.