"Fine! Feeling a bit horny, you miss something rough and raw, it has been so long, and no one did the job correctly. I get you, so let's get to it. I've never been one to spit on the food either."

You winced as you felt his firm grip around your waist, pulling you in. No gentleness was arrayed; his moves were raw, sinful, and toxic. You've been left with no time to protest, let alone time to speak about matters of high importance and, maybe, matters that were the main subject of your presence in his residence, to begin with.

He was hungry but wasn't on a hunt, yet somehow, you became his prey, his delicious meal, which he was more than delighted to devour. The metallic flavor that had ambushed your taste buds in counted seconds after his attack distracted your mind; it restricted the normal flow of your thoughts and held you captive in the middle of a dangerous intersection; to your right, putting a fight only to force him to stop, and to your left, simply admitting to his, and maybe yours as well burning desires.

Whatever decision you were about to take, it was a no-brainer.

You were under the influence of many substances, your medications combined with alcohol were already exposing you to danger and turning you into one, and to top it all off, his smell, his breath, the sweetness of his mouth, which you could not forget even for a second, did not exactly help improve your chances of survival, if not worsen them with the thickening of the clock. 

"Stop." You finally regained control over your hands; you broke free from the kiss that almost took your breath away in the word's literal meaning. He stood a few feet away from his desk into which he had you pinned earlier, licking his bottom lip while his thumb was taking care of the remaining lipstick on his mouth, "you're insane. I don't even know what I expected from you after everything you've done, fuck...I swear I'm hopeless".

You stroked your fingers through your hair, trying to ease the frustration that was screaming louder and louder inside you, you'd done your utmost in many contests tonight, and you deserved the credit for your efforts which couldn't go denied, but wouldn't you better off at home away from all this? Creating unfruitful situations was never something to be praised for; you should have known better.

"Easy there, now I don't want you using heavy words," Taehyung brought back the sound to the room with his words as he was searching inside the cabinet for his favorite bottle of bourbon. You weren't sure what he was about and couldn't read him. You could only see his broad shoulders as he was busy adding ice cubes to his drink, "expectations? Do you really wanna know how those expectations you so love were broken to shutters before my eyes?"

" Instead of throwing rocks from behind the window, come at me, clean Taehyung. What's your problem exactly?" You may have thought this question would come out in a peaceful tone. It even surprised you that you screamed every word, making it your mission to get your voice to echo in the empty house.

But it didn't shock you more than the loud thud that forced a gasp to escape your lips. Your hands covered your mouth as the smashing sound brought to surface traumas that were far away from being buried. You didn't expect the situation to turn out the way it did, nor did you expect him to rush toward you after throwing the glass with such ferocity.

The situation was everything but a civilized conversation.

"What the fuck you want from me, huh?" His tone was nearer to a reprehending one than that of questioning. His eyes were expressing anger that was distilled for years and was still under process, "can't you read between the lines for once and leave me in peace? Where's your dignity at, huh?"

Back in the past, when everything was still normal, you had a high tolerance for provocations. You were one of the rare ones who rocked 'the resting bitch face.' No one could ever rip it from you, no matter the contest, you had immunity from other's attacks, and you were more likely to make someone cry than be the one crying, but as said before, that was in the past; your present deprived you of your strength, it made out of you an emotional ball ready to curl in tears at the slightest discomfort, so feeling your tears pooling on your cheeks as the result of such an insulting situation was no shock.

"Why Taehyung, just tell me what made you into this" your tears were soliciting his words, albeit you didn't want to come out so disparate, it was just more potent than your will, and you had no energy left to fight over your tarnished pride.

"Listen here, don't you dare come at me with this lame love story of yours because I won't buy it, you hear me? Whatever we had in the past was momentary, so grow up and deal with it as the adult you're supposed to be Y/N. Stop the whining already. It's not like that was your first time sleeping with a man. Stop portraying the sort of innocence you don't own, you understand".

At that moment, you stopped caring about the hissing pain in your shoulder resulting from the anger expressed in his hold. He was slowly triggering you and reminding you of the dark past you fought hard to forget, yet, that still didn't provide you grounds to shift into another lane, the blazing emotions inside you. They ultimately won and took over you.

"It matters to me, for God's sake; you matter to me, Taehyung. Why can't you open your eyes to see what I'm all about? Do you think it didn't hurt me to be left alone in a room in the psych ward, naked, humiliated, and with many unanswered questions? Do you think it was easy to go over that point forward? Do you even realize how much time I spent waiting for you in front of that damned window Taehyung, only to figure out at the end that you were living your best life, creating a future for yourself, and probably even forgot about my entire existence while I was carrying...it-everything alone".

That was it, the moment in which you unloaded the burden that was heaving on your chest, your rebound was strong, not even your erratic breaths mixed with salty tears forbid you from coming out strong, and at once, it was his attention on the stake and the time of a wished-for confrontation.

It couldn't be forfeited.

"Sweet y/n, remind me to introduce you to a friend of mine. He's a well-known producer in Hollywood; I think he'll be so happy to work with a talented person like you".

He was panting too, don't get him wrong, the only difference here is that your reasons were different; while he was from hysterically laughing, you were mainly from vexation.

He was heading toward the door, leaving you behind, still leaning at the edge of his desk. He was over with the discussion the moment he came to terms with how useless it was, and frankly speaking, you, too, at that point, had no rejoinder at your side to back you up, so you just gathered your wounded self-esteem and led toward the door, exceeding his speed to reach for the doorknob first, which made it very easy for him to sneak at your phone the moment you took it from your clutch to check who was calling that late at night.

It didn't require a genius to figure out who the caller was, yet sometimes you just preferred to give a free day to your senses, your intelligence included, the reason you ended up more often than not in nasty situations.

Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.

"Screw it," he groaned desperately before crawling your arm, turning you around, and pulling you closer to himself, "I don't give a fuck anymore, don't put this one on me, Y/N."

It always took you by surprise how you always failed to keep track of his actions. They always came sudden, rushed, and unexpected, just like your love for him grew.

Right where you were standing near the door, Taehyung held a firm grip on the back of your neck while deepening a kiss that would be poorly described if passionate is the only synonym to characterize it. Albeit shocked by the sudden turnover, you couldn't help but reciprocate as ignoring your deep and longly buried desire for him was a luxury far from reach at this point. If your prayers were about something these last years, Taehyung was the subject.

As he finally got you pinned on the wall, Taehyung created a small distance enough for him to look into your eyes, intently intaking what could be an indicator of your state of mind, a reaction, and whatnot, but his inspection couldn't outrage the urgency of his needs, so as you were about to part your lips to tell tales, your shirt got ripped over your body, leaving you bare before his piercing eyes.

You flinched.

"That was for giving your time and attention to another man in my presence, sugarplum, so don't do it again, and I promise I'll behave."

He clutched your arm and jolted you toward the desk from which you weren't that far. With one hand as the other was still holding on to you assertively, Taehyung wiped clean the desk from all the files that were happily and messily sitting over it, followed by forcing you to bend over it, your face smushed on the woody table.

Your wrists were pinned behind your back and held in place by him. Taehyung caressed your hair softly, exhibiting a level of bipolarity in his acts far away from absolute, borderline insane. As he flipped your hair to the other side to provide him full access to your neck, Taehyung pressed the weight of his body over yours, which sent electric waves to every sane part of your brain, resulting in you squirming as you started feeling his hot breaths on the soft skin. You prayed it would end only at that.

But he didn't begin yet even. It was only an appetizer to fill the void inside his ...let's say, stomach.

Your muffled moans got quickly oppressed as he ordered you to keep it quiet, seems like he wasn't exactly in the mood to hear your voice; you sang enough for more than an hour, and for him, it was all about useless matters, so it was time you spare the walls your voice.

"Shh, not a sound sugarplum. I told you earlier, don't put this one on me. It was your choice from the beginning".

He wasn't a tyrant, don't get him wrong, he was pretty democratic. He decided to go mute as well and let his moves speak on his behalf. Taehyung sucked on the soft skin of your neck as if his last mission in this life was to mark you his, for the hickies he left behind were not only some love bites, those were where he decided to draw clear boundaries, limits that cannot be trespassed.

"Please stop, Taehyung. Let's just talk it out. I'm begging you".

"Oh please, Y/N, you want it just the way I do, and you know it. Stop the denial" his cunning tone was paired with a sly grin. The latter grew as he slid his finger beneath your skirt and the lacy material of your underwear. He got you prepped, dripping wet in a matter of seconds; that was his usual effect on you, nothing particularly new. " even your pussy is being candid while you keep lying on a loop. Isn't that much of a bratty behavior, sugarplum?"

As a throaty moan escaped your lips the moment he slid two fingers inside you, Taehyung strengthened his grip on your wrists, and indeed a bruise will be left behind, so there is no need to be bewildered afterward. There was a war inside your lower belly, strong knots already formed, and he got rewarded for his excellent job when you kept spilling your juices soaking his fingers and the underwear that was pushed aside but never entirely discarded.

As he kept teasing your clit at the same pace he was fingering you, he realized you had only a few seconds left before you came undone. His touches were delicious and complex for you to resist, no matter how much you were opposing the situation, the dark side in your brain was dancing from the overwhelming dopamine the man caused to be released in your body, and boy, every part in it was in a euphoric state you so longed for.

You were a trembling mess. Although he couldn't meet your eyes, he knew they would be glistering. You only fucked once, but it was all it took him to memorize for eternity the high he could provide you. He was aware of how much of a powerful upshot he had on you, which also meant that he was au courant that finishing you off would release in you an amount of oxytocin that you didn't deserve.

"Ahh Taehyung, ah I'm...ah fuck, oh god please...."

Taehyung stopped, retrieved his fingers, and sought a few tissues to clean them. He released your wrists from his hold and deprived you of the warmth his body was providing yours. You've been left perplexed, bent on a woody desk, near reaching a climax that would never be released from your body.

"And that was for keeping me as a reserve player. I guess I made it clear now that I'm no second lead. It is either the main or nothing".

Taehyung led his way toward the door, but before opening it, he took a look over his shoulder, reminded that there was still something he needed to get off his chest, "ah, I almost forgot, I don't share sugarplum, keep it in mind."

"Drop her at his house and send someone to clean the mess," Taehyung ordered his assistant as he led his way downstairs.

He may not have been the knight in shining armor nor the gentleman of the century, no doubt he was not one in that scenario life gifted you. Still, he was man enough to let you have his vest to cover your naked torso. You were grateful for that, so you decided to spare him the blow you wanted to throw at him.

Only if that was possible.

You ventured through the corridors wondering where the end of that labyrinth would be, it was your first time in his house, and truth to be told, you didn't expect what your eyes met; somehow, you visioned him as a minimalistic individual who would instead opt for simplicity, you weren't awaiting to meet the lavish style he lived in.

But your touristic tour has been cut short as your attention was captured by the voices coming from downstairs. It did seem a very odd timing to be receiving guests indeed, so with each step, your curiosity spiked and started auto-piloting you to seek satisfaction.

In your life, you've been faced with moments tinged with regrets more than you could finger count. You knew exactly how much of a disgusting feeling regret was, and you dreaded it with all your existence, and there, at the entrance of that living room, you have been once again attacked by the one feeling you wished never to cross paths with anymore.

Jungkook's men localized you after several attempts. They went to lengths better off unknown to avoid the rage of their master that could cost them a bit more than just a stupid loss of salary. The man wasn't lazy to sit back and wait for your return; no need to blame him. He just didn't want to spoil the surprise he'd planned for you after all the efforts his employees made.

" Kim, how are you, man? Sorry for the disturbing, but I got an intel saying that what is supposedly mine is here in your house at this late time of the night. Can you believe it? Jungkook finished with a simper that couldn't reach his eyes. It was just as fake as a knockoff of a 24-carat diamond ring sold at the cheapest shady store you've ever been at. It was repulsive.

You stood behind the corner, trying your best to conceal your presence. You weren't sure what to tell him or why hiding had become an option in the first place. Nevertheless, inspecting the situation before letting yourself out in the middle of a thunderstorm unprotected seemed plausible and logical.

"Jeon, I must admit that your visit at this time wasn't expected," Taehyung shook hands with Jungkook while patting his shoulder, their level of phoniness was a hot match, "but you know that you are welcome at any time, man, no need for apologies, there's no such a thing between friends."

Had you known your way around the house, you would have already been on the road to catch a cab. At times like these, you hated your lost sense of orientation and lack of quick reflexes.

"A drink, maybe?" Taehyung suggested.

" I'd leave it for the next time; I'm a bit in a hurry tonight," Jungkook replied while eying the place, desperately looking for the one behind the sudden ambush he decided to carry. "So, where is she?"

"She is getting changed." Taehyung made it his mission to boil Jungkook's blood over medium heat. He was enjoying the look in the man's eyes; he poured him a drink from the same flagon of poison he had served Seokjin, "I was about to drop her at yours. It'd have saved you the trouble of coming all the way here, especially that my residence isn't really that near".

This pull-and-push game was Taehyung's favorite, mainly because his previous work taught him how to read people's reactions which added fun to it. Watching the fury in Jungkook's eyes made up entirely for the fact that he was forced to stay in his company, albeit the disgust caused by the latter.

"I'll go check on her, an—

"What led her here in the first place, Taehyung?"

" Ah, actually, we met in the club. I didn't want to let a beautiful woman like her alone, and you know, even the wisest man turns into the latest edition of a pervert when alcohol kicks in really hard. I figured she'd be safer in my company. That's how we ended up enjoying a few drinks here, in private. "

The smirk on Taehyung's lips led to beautifying and justifying the act of murder in Jungkook's eyes.

He was playing a dangerous game, and damn if he liked it.

"Tell me about it, man," Jungkook grinned cunningly, "there is no one I could entrust my betrothed with more than a gentleman like you; I mean, I even trust you with my money," Jungkook leaned his body to meet the backrest, while he crossed his legs and unbuttoned his vest, enjoying to the fullest the sight of Taehyung losing all colors from his face and turning into a sheer shade of pale. " I read a man with one glance, and you're one of the goods, Kim."

Your legs turned into jelly, and gave up on you. You crouched while covering your mouth with your palm to muffle the sob that was getting ready to follow the tears that found their escape and ran through your cheeks. You managed barely to break a wall tonight, and Jungkook came straight after to build it back.

"Congratulation, partner, I wasn't aware you had such a relationship," Taehyung found his way back on the track, " such a lucky man, I must admit, got yourself a gem."

Before Jungkook could screw it up more than he already did, you made your presence noticeable with a slight cough and led your way toward your future husband.

"Jungkook, it is late, and I'm tired, let's go home. We've been much of a bother to Mr. Kim" you turned to face Taehyung with a shameful gaze, " I'm sorry for my behavior. I should have known my limits with alcohol."

"What's with your clothes, Y/N?"

"Oh, she just got them stained with some wine, so I give her something to change into" the unconvincing tone Taehyung used was on purpose. He wanted to ignite a war between jealousy and doubt inside Jungkook's brain, "don't blame her. The material was so sheer and somehow distracting."

Jungkook pulled you near to him as he stood up. He kissed your earlobe softly while murmuring darkly, " we will see into this at home, beauty."

Guess I will need to kiss you goodbye sooner than expected, Jeon.

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