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Orange warm sun beams filled the white room. Light wooden accents were set with a little bit of gold. The colors harmonized together with the wooden elements. Wind came from the the balcony.

It was like a wall out of glasses. The brown hair from the tattooists shined bright in the sunlight. His eyes were closed and his pale body was covered with white expensive basic clothes.

"You like evenings like this." noticed the black-haired male. He leaned against the white frame from the door. Jeon looked up and his skin glowed in warm tones.

A small "Hm" came from the boy and he turned his head away. Jeon wasn't in the mood to talk to Park. He just called his brother. Only to tell him that he can't play today and ended the call for Park's eyes while his little brother started to cry.

It was one of Park's commands and he had to do it. But he hated it.

"I'm talking to you Jeon. You should answer me." spoke the gang member in a cold tone while he was unbuttoned his white elegant shirt.

The eyes from the younger boy went wide and a soft tone of pink covered his cheeks by the sight of the naked chest and stomach from Park.

A big grin covered his lips and his dark eyes traveled over the slim body from Jeon. "Like what you see?" asked Park and grinned even more. "Uh?- Tsk n-no." spoke Jeon and looked away from the muscular body.

The younger one bit his lips and gulped softly. His eyes traveled to the wall out of glass and he looked out. Warm and light colors were dunked by the sun. Slowly passed the warm evening in Seoul away.

The night returned and many colorful lights filled the darkness. "You should go to sleep, kid." spoke the older male and looked at the brown haired young male. Park got a deadly glare from the tattoo artist.

"Don't call me a kid. I'm an adult." A cold tone came from Jeon as he spoke. "Tsk! In my eyes are you a little kid and I can show you that." laughed the gang member.

"Ah yeah? I'm not sacred because of you. I'm just here because you can hurt my little brother. I love him really much and that's why I am here. I'm not your little house maid or stuff like that Park." hissed Jeon and his head turned around to the window again.

Little stars shined bright in the darkness and the moon shined brightnon the small streets of Seoul. A sigh escaped Jeon's lips and henplaced himself on the couch. Velvet was the material from the couch and it felt nice against Jeon's skin.

Jeon thought about a way to escape the apartment or the hotel room from Park. He wanted to escape this place and be by his little brother. Memories flashed before his eyes and a wave of pain was in his chest.

He hated himself for his actions and that he couldn't kept his promise.

"I'm a bad brother." whispered the tattooist quietly in room.

"Maybe you think that you're a bad brother but your talent to make tattoos is still fantastic." noticed Park. He stood there in the frame of the door and only wore a white bathrobe.

Again a shade of pink appeared on the cheeks from Jeon. The robe didn't covered much from the muscular chest.

Black Ink adorned the chest adorned and a tattoo could Jeon see. It wasn't his work but he gulped. The tattoo made the Korean gangster even more dangerous then before.

"I-I think that I'll go now."

"Jeon. Whatever you gonna do. This is my place to stay now and here are my rules. You stay here. The whole night." A big grin covered the lips from the mercenary and he came closer to the young boy. Softly gulped the tattooist and looked away.

Hot breath hit Jeon's cheeks and a pair of dark eyes looked straight at him. "You can't escape me Jeon. Whatever you try to do." whispered Park while he licked over the earlobe from Jeon.

The eyes from Jeon went wide and an unmanly tone escaped his pinkish lips. White velvet fabric fell from his pale body and his upper body was now free from the fabric.

Small whimpers came from Jeon and he tried to push the older male away. "You're to close!" stuttered the brown haired young male and squinted his eyes.

"Well, well, well! Looks like Jeon does a little bit of training too." whispered the gang member from the most dangerous gang in South Korea. Jeon's chest was free from the fabric and the dark eyes from Park traveled over his chest. "S-shut up!" whimpered Jeon and tried to cover his naked chest with his arms.

Park ordered Jeon to change himself in a white shirt made out of velvet. But it was too big from him, so it just fell his shoulders down. "H-how can this b-be? I'm taller than you!" hissed Jungkook as he looked down to the shirt. A big grin was placed on the lips from the gangster.

"I gave you a special one." laughed Park. "Did you really thought that I'll give you my own clothes?" asked the member from a gang and looked into his eyes. "Tsk!" came from Jeon's lips and he looked away. The situation was awkward for the young boy.

"Get away from me." gasped the young male as he felt a cold touch on his arms. "Why should I? Come on Jeon. Give me a good reason." grinned the older male and was to close. That was what Jungkook thought. "N-no." spoke Jeon and bit his lower lip.

Cold shivers ran the back from the pale boy down as he felt again something against his earlobe. "D-Don't!" yelled the boy out and pushed in a right moment the older male away. His breath was fast and filled the room. Silent took over and both of the males looked at each others.

"Tsk! The next time I'll have you Jeon." spoke the gang member clearly and made his way out of the room. Jeon was shocked and he placed his pale hand at his chest. Fast was the speed from his heart and sweat rolled down his forehead.

"What was that?"

His soft voice filled the room and sigh followed. Jeon's heart throbbed like crazy and he took a deep breath. Again the male looked out of the window.

Seoul was filled with darkness around but also many lights filled the streets. Many people went over streets and cars looked so small from his position out. The hotel room was really high and it was more like a little apartment.

Jeon was now sitting on the dark couch and looking outside the window while a lot of question ran through his head. The boy didn't understand why he should stay here instead of his own home. He didn't understand why the older male acted like this.

His eyes traveled over he view in front of him and then back into the room. More questions were stuck in his head and he tried to find an answer-

but he didn't.

More sighs escaped his pinkish lips and his hands grabbed the soft fabric. Cold air came from outside and he stood slowly up.

The fabric out of velvet fell down his body and covered a little bit his sweatpants. With his pale fingers, he closed the open window and leaned his head against the cold glass.

He closed his eyes while clear tears rolled his pink cheeks down. Jeon just wanted to go home instead of sitting here. When he would escape, Park noticed that then his brother would be really in problem. He knew that.

But an idea came up in his mind. What is when he just protect his brother ever day?

The eyes from Jeon went wide and he turned around. With the over-sized white shirt he ran to his shoes and put them on. His fingers grabbed the golden doorknob and he tried to open the door.

But it didn't moved.

Adrenaline started to rush through his body and he looked in the entrance area for the little golden key.

Jeon's heart was loud and fast. The urge to ran away from Park grew with every second. His hands were shaking and his heart stopped for a minute as he saw a golden key. But he noticed early enough that the little key hung around something.

Black Ink adorned the naked chest and his adrenaline rushed faster through Jeon's whole body as he saw Park's body in front of his. "Trying to escape- didn't you? Huh?"

Raucous was Park's voice and a shiver ran Jeon's back down. "Tsk! Such a bad boy." whispered Park and took a sip from his whiskey glass. Goosebumps spread all over the young male body. Jeon gulped mand pressed himself against the wall.

"I'm not gonna stay here. You can have a tattoo from me but that's all!"

Loud was Jeon's voice as he said the words out that were in his head for some hours. His breath filled the small entrance area and both of the males looked at each other.

Expensive jackets and shoes stood or hung around in this area. Since the gang will stay in Seoul for a while, Jimin had to bring some clothes here.

"Do you know who you're talking too?" hissed the mercenary and came closer to the brown haired tattoo artist. "Yes! I know that but do you know what? Fuck off your position and how dangerous you are and about the money. Let me go and go your way!" yelled Jeon in anger and his blood rushed through his body.

Cold was the glare that Park gave him. It was enough for him and he knew what he had to do. "Okay. You want it like this then you get it like this!" hissed the gang member and grabbed Jeon by his collar. "You're 'lovely' brother will be tomorrow a dead person! What do you think about this? Huh! And I'm sure that his blood would look really nice against his wall!" growled the black-haired male.

A wave of angst hid Jeon and his eyes went wide. Loud gulped the boy as he heard these words from the gang member. What did him drove to make such a mistake? These question was still in his head as he realized what he had done.

Bangtan X  was the most dangerous gang group in South Korea. Humans, guns or drugs were daily businesses on their list. There are know to kill people without a second and Jeon just made one of them really mad.

"Hmm. What do you think about this or I could torture him before." grinned the older male like crazy. "No! Not him!" cried the tattooists out and noticed what he did.

"Please not. You'll get the tattoo right tomorrow bu please leave him alone!" begged Jeon and some tears rolled his cheeks down. He wasn't weak or like that but the strong aura from Park was more powerful like his.

"I love to hear you begging."

Red was the color that appeared on Jeon's cheeks. Park's words were words that Jeon didn't want to hear from the gang member.

"One time I'll don't do anything but one wrong world and your brother will be dead in your arms." warned the male with a cold tone. His dark eyes spoke more then his mouth and it was the last  warning he got.

"And Jeon, I know that you hate me. And I know that you don't want to do that Jeon and I know that you can run away from me but you can't hide for me."

"Whatever you trying to do. I'm a dangerous man and my gun is my best friend."

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a/n:

I really don't like that chapter
I have the feeling that this is so crappy lol

rip.

:(

Your opinion? ☁🌱

-Bunny