“Oh fuck!” Taehyung yelled, running for the door. “Namjoon! Fuck!” Taehyung turned, finding the man with two earbuds in, holding a screwdriver. Taehyung glanced at the thing he’d just made...and accidentally started.

“Fucking hell!” He grabbed the small bomb and ran out the door. “Move! Get the fuck out of the way!” Taehyung yelled as he ran down the hall, shoving past guards.

He glanced down, his eyes widening as the small thing began to expand like a balloon. Not good, fucking bad, really fucking bad.

Taehyung screamed like a madman, making it to the end of the hall where the testing rooms were, opening a random room, taking a one second glance in to see it was empty, and threw the thing inside before slamming the door shut.

Taehyung huffed out a breath, having been running and panicking as he heard the large boom from the other side of the door. Taehyung sighed, relieved that he hadn’t killed anyone or himself and turned, stopping dead when he came face to face with Jungkook.

“Ah…hi?” He said, everything about him turning nervous. Jungkook crossed his arms and Taehyung slowly look up, meeting the man’s eyes.

“Care to explain what the fuck just happened?”

“I almost killed Namjoon and destroyed your whole lab?” Taehyung offered, his tone as innocent as he could make it at the situation.

“Babygirl, you’re asking for a punishment.”

“But my ass still hurts!” Taehyung whined. But then immediately shut up, his face turning beat red as he noticed all of the men still in the hall, giving him strange looks. He whined, flopping his head into Jungkook’s chest and then whining again from embarrassment. Jungkook chuckled, his chest moving up and down as he got his amusement from Taehyung’s mortification.

“Shut up!” The male whined out, hitting the man on the chest lightly.

“Babygirl, don’t make me drag you to the playroom.” Jungkook teased. “You know hitting me isn’t going to do anything for you, but get you into more trouble.”

“I have to finish the project you gave me! And I just blew up the first prototype, so your ass torture will have to wait!” Taehyung shouted, suddenly moving away, avoiding Jungkook's arms as he took off down the hall. “See you later!”

“Taehyung—“

“Oh, Namjoon!” Taehyung called, knowing that the man couldn’t hear him, but pretending he had anyway. “So, I was thinking that—“ Taehyung slammed the doors to the lab shut, effectively ditching Jungkook behind.

He knew he’d get it later for that...but right now he really wasn’t in the mood.

And Jeon was always in the mood.

Fucking young mafia bosses and their endless amounts of energy.

“So you were thinking..?”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Taehyung jumped at the voice. He turned, finding Namjoon looking at him, having stopped what he was doing. “Sorry, I wasn’t really talking to you, I thought you still had your earbuds in and Jeon wanted to fuck so…” Taehyung trailed off.

“He’s gonna go harder you later.” Namjoon pointed out.

“Don’t remind me.” Taehyung groaned, shutting his eyes for a moment. “My ass is going to die tonight.”

“I’m sure you won’t mind.”

“...shut the fuck up, Kim Namjoon.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll tell Jin that you tried to kiss me.”

“But I didn’t—“

“Hyung! He tried to do it again! He tried to kiss me—“

“Alright, shut up!” Namjoon, laughed out, waving his hands in surrender. Taehyung giggled and slid into the chair beside Namjoon. “I don’t want my ass to die tonight as well. Jin’s been in a good mood recently, and I don’t want you pissing all over that.”

“Killjoy. Our asses can get ruined together—“

“Stop talking. Just...just stop talking. Seriously. You’re just as bad as Jeon.” Namjoon scoffed out. Taehyung grinned, patting Namjoon on the back, before getting up and returning to his work station.

He took out the materials he needed and started again, this time making sure not to accidentally detonate the thing.

After about five hours of pure concentration and steady hands, Taehyung was done with his first prototype.

Not a second too soon, as Jungkook came in just as he was finishing the last touches.

“Well, it looks like you made good time. Hoping for something good?”

“Hoping for nothing, actually.” Jungkook raised both eyebrows and smirked.

“Nothing of what?”

“That.” Taehyung poked Jungkook’s crotch, right on his tucked away cock. “I don’t want that tonight, and if this works…” Taehyung trailed off.

Jungkook smirked, pulling a Taehyung close to him, their chests now touching. “Oh baby girl...you know that’s not gonna happen.”

Taehyung groaned. “Why can’t you just give my ass a break for once? Huh? I’m not young like you anymore.”

Namjoon snorted in the background, and Taehyung shot him a look.

“You didn’t seem to mind that much this morning.”

“Oh hell no.” Taehyung said, stepping away from Jungkook. “We’re not doing this right now. I’m serious.” Jungkook had a small smile on his face. “Jungkook.” Taehyung backed up as Jungkook walked forward. “Jungkook…”

The man ignored the warning, and continued forward.

“Jungkook! No!” Taehyung screamed, giggling as he ran out of the lab, Jungkook running after him, a smile on his face. Taehyung rushed down the hall and to the stairs, skipping two, three at a time, trying to get away from the man.

He was squealing and giggling as the mafia boss chased after him, grinning madly.

Taehyung was laughing, but shrieked when Jungkook suddenly grabbed him, pulling him to the ground and pushing his hands to his sides, moving his fingers furiously. “Jungkook, Stop!” Taehyung managed to get out between giggles, finding it hard to breath as the man tickled him.

Taehyung found an opening and kissed Jungkook suddenly, catching him off guard. He slipped out from underneath the man and took off once more, screaming when he saw Jungkook not too far behind him.

He continued to giggle, filled with content as he ran into the main part of the house. He was facing Jungkook as he ran, knowing the house enough to not have to look in front of him, but when he finally did, he stopped dead in his tracks, his smile falling from his lips.

A man stood there, near the front entrance, his aura exuding arrogance and something dangerous. Jungkook ran up behind him, but skidded to a stop as well, once he caught a glance of the man.

All color seemed to drain from his face.

“Jeon.” The man said coldly.

“F-father.”

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Oh look, this story still has a plotline, it's not just smut...🤔