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"You- you think he's still out there? My father, I mean. You think maybe he's still alive?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung tensed visibly, and just gripped his glass of wine in his hand and took a sip.

"Rotting in jail, isn't he? As he should," Taehyung replied. Both were on the roof, elbows resting on the edge, looking over the city of New York, seeing nothing but glass buildings and fast cars.

"It's nice here. In New York." Jungkook said, and Taehyung hummed. "I guess. I don't like the noise. Would prefer some quiet, y'know?"

Jungkook smiled softly, looking down. "Yeah, I know. New York wasn't my first choice either."

"Then why'd you come here from Chicago?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook looked at him for a split second, hesitance crossing his eyes.

He didn't know how to say I didn't come here by choice, I was forced to. But instead, just smiled a little. "Just 'cause. Thought I'd get a change of life."

"Ah, yes. You did get a change of life, didn't you? Living in lavish houses and dripping in luxury." Taehyung chuckled, and Jungkook gulped, nodding.

"Yeah. It's nice." Jungkook responded softly, and Taehyung looked at him. Their elbows were touching, and Taehyung couldn't help but keep his eyes fixated on the younger boy.

"What're you doing for Christmas?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook shrugged, picking at his ring. "Dunno. Last few years we had Christmas parties at our place. Winter's usually a hectic time for Chris. There's many charity functions and events he has to go to, and I usually go along." Jungkook replied, and Taehyung chuckled.

"Sounds eventful. I'll just be alone, I guess. Eating shitty Americanised Korean food while watching tv. I'll watch Die Hard again," Taehyung said with a grin in the end, and Jungkook looked at him with a small frown.

"Don't you have some friends you can be with?"

"Nah, they all go back home to their families." Taehyung said, and Jungkook watched as he took another sip of the wine and let it wash down his throat. "Wouldn't know much about it. Back home, my Christmases were filled with bank robberies or some other heavy shit Ruiji made us do."

Just hearing Ruiji's name made Jungkook wince a little, but then eased himself and gave Taehyung a smile.

"Me too. Father was never home during Christmas. He was really busy. Always had.. um.. events and functions to go to." Jungkook said, and then paused for a second. He gulped, and then looked at Taehyung.

"Namjoon and Jin would make cake or roast beef. One time-" Jungkook started, and then let out a giggle. "Yoongi dressed up like Santa when I was 7, and the boys gave me a big box of crayons. It made me so happy," Jungkook said, smiling widely.

Taehyung smiled at him. "Hey- uh, if you want. I mean, if you're free sometime. You and me should go meet Yoongi and Jimin. They have a flower shop opened downtown."

"A flower shop?" Jungkook giggled. "Can't imagine Yoongi being a florist."

"He's weirdly really knowledgeable about flowers." Taehyung said, and Jungkook laughed, nudging his foot against his lightly.

There was a small silence, filled with the sound of taxis and the cold wind. Jungkook shivered a little, biting his lip. "I-it's really cold," Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung turned to look at him.

"Oh shit- you're not adequately dressed. Here-" Taehyung said, and then took his suit jacket off and handed it to Jungkook, who looked apprehensive.

"I-I shouldn't-"

"Kook, you'll freeze. It's just a jacket, relax." Taehyung chuckled, and then saw Jungkook still looking a little hesitant, so he walked behind him and draped the jacket over his shoulder. Jungkook relaxed a little, so Taehyung placed his hands on Jungkook's shoulders, squeezing them lightly. He let his hands roam down a little, down his arms. Jungkook stilled, and then moved away from Taehyung's hold.

"Tae-" Jungkook started, and Taehyung just put his hands in his pockets, looking at Jungkook with beguiled eyes, looking more wise than Jungkook had seen him. Like he knew so much, so so much.

"Sorry." Taehyung said softly, but didn't really look sorry when he smirked, which made Jungkook frown. "Why're you smiling?"

Taehyung tried covering his mouth with his hand, turning to look at the city before him again. "Sorry- you just- never mind."

"What?" Jungkook asked, now curious, eyes growing bigger as he walked closer to him. Taehyung turned to him, eyes soft, fond, a small smile on his face.

"You just look so beautiful. You look nice in pink." Taehyung said, and then watched as Jungkook looked down a little, cheeks turning pink at the comment. He looked up at Taehyung, and then reached forward and brushed Taehyung's hair out of his face.

"I liked your hair when it was grey," Jungkook said, and Taehyung smiled a little.

"Did you? I thought I looked kind've old," Taehyung joked, and Jungkook suddenly paused for a second, and then brushed something off Taehyung's cheek with his thumb.

"I like old." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung's smile faded a little bit, and he felt his heart beating fast. Jungkook saw as Taehyung reached forward and gripped Jungkook's waist gently, moving closer.

"Kook, I-I think I should tell you something," Taehyung let out, looking nervous, hesitant, scared. Jungkook frowned.

"What is it?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but then-

"Jungkook." A deep voice came, and Jungkook instantly turned with his eyes wide and saw Chris standing at the door of the roof, too far away for Jungkook to see the look in his eyes.

Jungkook gulped, face going pale. He instantly stepped away from Taehyung, taking his jacket off in a hurry and chucking it to the floor. Jungkook, without giving a side glance to Taehyung, rushed over to Chris, feeling a pit in his stomach.

"Chris-"

"We're going home." Chris spoke sharply, and it made Jungkook's insides turn. Taehyung watched with slightly furrowed eyebrows as Chris grabbed Jungkook's arm a little harshly and then gave a look to Taehyung, a look meant to scare him.

But when you've killed more than 50 people at the age of 25, you learn to not be scared of measly glances.

Taehyung just gulped and looked at how Jungkook looked scared, and how Chris pulled him away. Jungkook gave a look to Taehyung, perhaps one panic stricken- and it made Taehyung's stomach twist. He didn't like how hard Chris had gripped his arm and he didn't like how Jungkook looked scared.

Jungkook got dragged through the hallway, feeling the tight grip of Chris' fingers around his arm. "C-Chris-"

Chris didn't talk, just pushed him into the elevator and Jungkook felt even more nervous when he saw no one in the elevator. He pressed the button to the ground floor, and Jungkook felt how Chris' hands were so tight around his arm, and it hurt.

"C-Chris, I w-was just-"

"One fucking word out of you tonight and you'll regret it," Chris growled lowly into his ear, and Jungkook gulped and nodded, feeling how Chris tightened his hold on the back of his shirt.

Jungkook expected yelling. Maybe Chris telling Jungkook how much Jungkook means to him and it upsets him to see him with other men. Maybe Chris spilling a bit of his insecurities with Jungkook. Maybe showing his possessive nature by showing Jungkook how much he means to him. Or maybe, just Chris yelling at him for being with another guy.

Argument. Yelling, Communicating. Jungkook expected that.

Not for them to get into the car, for Chris to pull Jungkook's pants down, and to finger him open with two- three fingers. Jungkook was confused, but just let it happen, ignoring the way the driver kept clearing his throat and looking at Jungkook through the rear view mirror.

Even when they got home, Jungkook expected something different than just- lust. But Chris carried him inside, threw him atop the bed, spanked him twenty times and made him cry, and then fucked him twice, until Jungkook could only moan.

"Stupid dumb slut- likes riling daddy up, does she? Likes getting attention? Likes being a spoilt princess, do you Kook? Huh?" Chris growled, and Jungkook gripped onto the sheets of the bed, Chris' cock slamming into him repeatedly. Jungkook let out a choked moan, legs hurriedly wrapping around Chris' waist.

"D-Daddy-" Jungkook let out, clenching around Chris' cock. "Answer me!" Chris shouted, and Jungkook nodded, nodded with tears spilling out of his eyes.

"Y-yes daddy. M'a s-stupid dumb s-slut- love- love getting cock- n-nothing else, daddy." Jungkook let out, and felt how Chris started fucking him faster.

"L-love when you-you spoil me, daddy. Love when you-" Jungkook gulped, pressing his head back into the pillow. "-f-fuck my cunt- ah- daddy!" Jungkook cried out, cumming onto his stomach.

"With such a tiny fucking cock you might as well have a cunt, whore." Chris growled, and Jungkook felt Chris' semen filling him up fully.

Jungkook gulped, feeling Chris pull his cock out and then instantly stuff Jungkook with a butt plug, making him stiffen in response. Chris grabbed Jungkook and laid him onto the bed properly, and then lay down beside him, kissing his shoulder softly.

"I-I'm sorry, Chris. I didn't mean to- I-I just- we were just talking, I swear. He- he gave me his jacket b-because it was cold, and-and I told him no, but-" Jungkook tried saying, but then Chris kissed his neck, squeezing his ass gently.

"It's okay, princess. Daddy knows how you get around other men. My cute little slut." Chris whispered, and Jungkook felt himself stir in confusion.

Was he angry? Shouldn't.. he be angry? At any other reason than Jungkook being a 'cute little slut'?? Jungkook expected a fight, not angry sex. But that's how.. all their problems seem to solve. Chris telling Jungkook to shut up and then fucking him into tears.

At least we don't fight, Jungkook thought, and then turned around, laying his hand on Chris' clothed chest, feeling the material of his sweatpants against his waved thighs.

"A-actually, I wanted to tell you. Victor? I actually know him- from-from Korea. We used to be friends. Just friends. He- it's a weird story actually. But you know my friend who-"

"Princess, I really don't give a shit." Chris snapped, and Jungkook's smile fell. "It doesn't matter to me if Victor knows you or whatever. He's still getting fired."

Jungkook looked at him with widened eyes, and then sat up, frowning. "Wait- Chris, don't fire him. He- he was just talking to me, I swear! Chris-"

"I said shut the fuck up, Jungkook." Chris growled, making Jungkook flinch in fear. "That's not your decision to make. I won't handle any man looking at you when you're mine."

"But- but we're only f-friends-"

"Jungkook-"

"Chris- listen to me!" Jungkook snapped, words coming out harshly. "Don't- don't fire him for a petty reason. That's not what a good CEO would do. You shouldn't-"

Suddenly, Chris sat up as well, and gripped onto Jungkook's waist really tightly. Jungkook let out a small mewl of pain, trying to pry Chris' hands off. "When I tell you to shut the fuck up, you shut the fuck up, is that understood?"

Jungkook nodded, tears rising in his eyes, body trembling a little. "If you ever so close as snap at me again-"

"S-sorry-"

"I'm not done talking!" Chris shouted loudly, and Jungkook nodded quickly, flinching again. "You've been bratty, nagging, and annoying all fucking evening. You see my friends? And how their wives just sit quiet and don't say a word? Is that so fucking hard to do, Jungkook?"

Jungkook shook his head, feeling a sob begging to leave his lips. "The fucking do it- what the fuck else do I keep you around here for? You have one fucking thing to do- and that's to shut your mouth and look pretty. And frankly, you don't do either."

Jungkook felt tears rolling down his face now, and he let out his broken sob, looking down at the bed sheets. "I-I-I'm sorry," Jungkook blabbered out, sobbing full on now, wanting something to hold onto with his trembling hands.

"You remember how I found you, right?" Chris asked, voice deep and eyes dark. "Practically living on the road, with torn clothes. You were pathetic, Jungkook. And now you're living comfortably because of me. So if I hear two words out of you again-"

Jungkook shook his head, tears rushing down his face. "W-won't. W-won' up-upset you again. Jungkook let out.

And then the lights were closed and there was shuffling, Chris lying comfortably against his pillow again. Jungkook felt a knot in his stomach, breathing quick, mind fuzzing.

No no no- Jungkook thought, feeling a bile rising in his throat, tears not stopping, continuing to roll off. Jungkook scrambled to stand up and off the bed, a shaky sensation filling him from head to toe.

Jungkook turned the light on quickly and fell to the floor, gripping his drawer and opening it in panic, roaming his shaking hands through the medicine bottles. "Kook-" A voice came, but Jungkook couldn't breathe, and he felt it all coming back, all of it.

Jungkook felt his eyes blurring, and then felt arms wrap around him and pick him up. "I told you, no more of that medicine."

"C-Chris- please- I -I need- I n-need-" Jungkook started, breathing getting faster. Chris held him tighter, sitting down on the bed with him in his hands.

"Jungkook, baby- baby, you're fine. Breathe for me, you're fine." Chris whispered, and Jungkook was still shaking, shaking his head no, a blur reaching his mind.

"No no- C-Chris- it-it's coming b-back- it- I-I can't - I can't-" Jungkook let out, and Chris shushed him, patting his back gently.

"Jungkook, don't let it come back. You're doing so well, just keep breathing. Daddy's sorry- shouldn't have yelled at you so much. I'm sorry." Chris whispered to him, and Jungkook felt his fast breathing lessening, returning to a normal pace.

Chris looked up at him, looking a little worried. Jungkook closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to control his breathing, and then finally felt it going away, felt his mind going back to normal, felt his limbs feel normal.

He almost felt it. Felt too light. Too weightless. Too scared.

It almost came back

"I'm sorry," Chris whispered, wiping Jungkook's tears off. "Shouldn't have yelled at you." Chris whispered again, but it felt more as if he was trying to console Jungkook than actually owning up to it.

Jungkook nodded, gripping Chris' shoulders, feeling himself being laid down on the bed, blanket being pulled over him.

"Kook," Chris said softly, turning the light off. "Do you need to see her again?"

Jungkook shook his head. "No. No no, I'm fine."

"You're sure, right? Because I don't want you having that medicine again-"

"I'm fine, Chris. J-just wanna sleep," Jungkook let out weakly, and then felt arms wrap around him. "Alright. Let's sleep."

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The next morning excited Jungkook. He woke up a little later than usual, Chris snoring by his side. He got up and took the butt-plug out and felt the dried up cum all inside him and it made him feel icky. But after cleaning up, he got dressed in pretty red panties and white and red striped thigh high socks.

He rushed to the kitchen and made a batch of cookies, and some breakfast. Sausages, toast, baked beans, everything. He felt better than last night, and with some old Mariah Carey playing, he just wanted to forget about the events of last night.

His phone dinged with messages as he danced around the kitchen, and while icing the cookies, he saw the texts.

Taehyung
hey.. i'm sorry if i caused anything last night. chris looked angry i hope everythings alright.

Taehyung
if you need to talk i'm here

Jungkook sighed, and then wiped his flour on his apron and decided to text him back.

Jungkook
everythings fine

Jungkook
just please don't text me here x ty

Taehyung
oh ok. happy holidays :^)

"Well well well, good morning princess. Little surprise for me?" Chris asked with a smirk, leaning against the door frame.

Jungkook turned around and smiled, rushing up to him. Jungkook jumped up and felt Chris grip onto his waist. Jungkook kissed him, and Chris smiled. "Made some cookies and breakfast. For us." Jungkook whispered.

Chris grinned softly, and Jungkook felt himself being turned around. "Mmm, I think my meal's right here," Chris said, and then tucked his fingers under Jungkook's panties and pulled them apart to kiss at Jungkook's ass, and Jungkook just giggled.

"That's for later, daddy. Let's eat for now. We can watch movies all day! And go out Christmas shopping! And then, later tonight we can curl up in front of the fire and-" Jungkook started, and then looked at Chris and froze.

Jungkook frowned. "Why're you dressed in office clothes?"

Chris sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Right. I-I was meant to tell you this before, but it slipped my mind."

Chris turned around to walk out of the kitchen, and Jungkook followed him. Chris stopped, and then turned around and picked Jungkook up, making the younger giggle lightly as Chris sat down, propping the boy on his lap.

"Well, princess. Promise not to get upset, okay?" Chris said, and Jungkook nodded, fixing Chris's button up. Chris took a deep breath, and then let it out.

"Daddy has to go for a trip. Just a work trip, because there seems to be many many problems with our branch in London, and-" Chris started, and Jungkook frowned.

"Oh.. when-when will you be back?" Jungkook asked, and Chris squeezed his thigh, and then sighed. "That's the thing, babypie. I won't be back until January."

Jungkook frowned, and his eyes widened. "W-what? You -you won't be here for Christmas and New Years?" Jungkook squeaked, and Chris shook his head.

"I know you're upset, sugar. I asked my father if I could bring you to London, and he was against it because.. y'know." Chris mumbled, and Jungkook huffed.

"Yeah, yeah. Your dad's homophobic and all. But, still, it's not fair. Can't I come for Christmas? Or at least New Years? Just spend a few days with you, a-and then-" Jungkook started, and Chris sighed, running his hand down Jungkook's side.

"I'll try, baby. Listen, there's a week left before Christmas. I'll ask if you can come join me on 24th or something. Father won't be that mean. We'll spend a nice holiday in London, okay? And then for New Year's we'll go to Paris, or Milan, or something. I'll buy you every shopping bag there is," Chris said, chuckling, and Jungkook pouted.

"Promise?" Jungkook asked, and Chris nodded. Jungkook looked at him with doe eyes. "When does daddy need to go?"

Jungkook asked, and Chris picked at the end of Jungkook's stockings.

"Now."

"Now?! Chris- this isn't fair. You- you can't just leave me here for the whole holidays and just-"

"Princess. Remember what I told you yesterday?" Chris said, and Jungkook blushed lightly and then nodded. Chris leaned forward and kissed Jungkook's cheek.

"Now listen. Daddy'll be gone without his princess for some time, and- there's breakfast on the plane. So-" Chris said, and Jungkook sighed and then got off Chris' lap, getting down on his knees between his legs.

"Sure thing, daddy." Jungkook said, and Chris smirked.

Half an hour later, Jungkook leaned up and hugged Chris goodbye, and Chris just patted and squeezed Jungkook's ass, making him wince, feeling more cum drool down his thighs from what just happened at the dinner table.

"Bye. Call me, please." Jungkook said, and Chris sighed. "I'll try."

"Please, daddy. You never call," Jungkook squeaked, and Chris leaned down and kissed Jungkook's forehead. "Hey, I told you, I get busy- alright?" Chris said, and Jungkook nodded, not wanting to upset Chris.

"Bye, baby. Be a good little girl while daddy's gone, okay?" Chris said, and Jungkook nodded, and then they kissed again, and Chris walked out the door, giving Jungkook's bum a good slap.

Jungkook sighed when the door closed.

The last thing he wanted to do was spend this stupid, wretched Christmas alone, at home, with no friends, and a bunch of cookies in his kitchen that he can't even eat because of his diet.

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and grabbed his phone, taking a deep breath, before deciding what to do.

Jungkook

hey taehyungie, you free today?

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