☆51. A Token To Set Me Free☆
A/N: Hey, Sweethearts! Happy New Year. It's a little late♡
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"What happened? Did he tell anything?" Suga asked Daejung while being in an elevator with him.
"He is still asleep. Maybe the injection was too strong on him. But... Since you have instructed us to not touch him, he will be a pain in the ass. He won't tell anything like that. Atleast, allow a few punches" Daejung stated as the elevator stopped at the 80th floor and Suga just walked into a living room of an apartment to find Hoseok lying in one of the couches asleep.
"Don't let him know that I have told you people to not hit him. I myself would know many ways to make him speak up but I am not in army anymore and he is too mild for that. If he would be someone else, this work would've been a lot easier for me" Suga mentioned, picking a piece of Hoseok's hair bangs off his asleep face.
"I will take care of this matter from now, you may leave" Suga ordered Daejung.
"And what I am gonna tell Mr. Jeon?"
"Nothing for now" Suga replied and Daejung nodded before turning to walk into the elevator and left.
Suga walked around the room, picking up a remote and opening the blinds of all the glass walls of the living room as he took off his coat as he looked at Hoseok who was not wearing his jacket anymore and that yellow sparkling top was looking so beautiful on him, with his blonde hair messy all over.
Suga flipped Hoseok's hair back and tuck them on his ear gently as he pecked his hair, covering him with the blanket.
"If I wouldn't have taken this matter into my hands, Jungkook would have sent someone else for your life" Suga whispered while caressing Hoseok's cheek and chose to walk into a bedroom.
A few moment later Hoseok's sleep was disturbed because of the sunlight scattering through the now unshaded glass walls of the apartment's living room.
He abruptly sit up to find himself in a beautiful lush couch, a tray of breakfast infront of him on the coffee table along with a glass filled with orange juice.
"Wow..." Hoseok uttured while standing up to examine the view of the sky at front of him above the city but he realized his hands were tied at his back. And he felt the pain in his arm, he suddenly remembered he was... injected and... abducted.
His eyes widened. He geared up to ran away but Suga walked back into the living with his hair all drenched, ruffling them with a towel, wearing a new pair of black jeans but no shirt at all. Making Hoseok to bump into him.
Hoseok screamed but Suga grabbed his mouth, picking him up on his shoulder while Hoseok kept wiggling his legs with inaudible screams for help.
"Leave me!" Hoseok kept protesting when Suga stow him on the couch. "I have never seen such a cunt like you in my whole life!" Hoseok added while trying to stand up from the couch but Suga pushed him harshly on it again.
"Save your energy for later and be a good boy for now" Suga directed with gritted teeth as he managed to grab Hoseok's struggling legs by ankles to tie them up together.
"Fuck off!" Hoseok added as he sit up, trying to stand up but failed because of his ankles tightly locked together with a rope now. "What the fuck is your problem?! Let me go! How dare you inject me, you creepy man?! What did you inject in me?!"
"I'm dying to keep you here either. Stop wasting my fucking time and tell me about those SD card"
"This fucking asshole... I don't know about them! Nothing! I don't know! Can't this shit get into your small filthy brain?" Hoseok yelled, he couldn't trust Suga anymore to even name Jimin's dresser in his living room.
"You told Jungkook about them, don't you? So, stop acting like a cry baby. You are bad at it, anyways. If you won't tell me about them, I won't let you go, you can stay here as long as you want. This is my home, by the way, you always wanted to see it, don't you?" Suga asked and Hoseok just spitted on the floor's rug while rolling his eyes.
"I have made many mistakes in my life but I thought you weren't one of them" Hoseok scoffed and Suga just sighed while walking up to him, watching how hard Hoseok was trying to control his tears in.
"I don't have any grunge personally against you but I love my younger cousin so much and I can't watch him struggle for something, he had been suffering for since such a young age" Suga explained while taking a seat on a chair infront of Hoseok.
"What even is in those SD cards? Jeon Jungkook, that's what his name is right? He sent his own cousin to lure me in with his fake charm to get to know about them?" Hoseok sarcastically snicker.
"I didn't lure you. You were the one luring me, you offered me to sleep with you, if my charms are fake then why you have been getting wet for just a slight touch of mine?" Suga whispered while caressing Hoseok's cheek down to his lips until Hoseok suddenly bit his finger with all of his might.
"Ouch!" Suga tsked while taking care of his finger. "This whore..." Suga tsked while checking his finger.
"I'm not a whore, so, stay away from me. And yes, I know about those SD cards. They are somewhere I know but you know what? I'm not in a mood to tell you, do whatever you want to do. Just keep in mind that I am Kosan's property and I can't be away from my duty for more than two days. After two days, that empty bar of mine will start bothering my manager and he will leave some hungry dogs in the city, searching for my flesh. You don't know how dear I am to boss Kosan, his bar doesn't lit up without me and his heart as well" Hoseok explained in a single breath.
"Who is Kosan?"
"He owns everything, half of the city is his property, including land he had sold to your cousin Jeon Jungkook, where he built his modern castle. He owns the Wacko and all the police under the district and I own him" Hoseok assuringly smirk.
"So... I have been fucking mafia's sugar baby?"
"Yeah, it was just a fuck for you and how stupid I was to feel loved by you"
"So, he is in love with you?" Suga was still stuck there. "So... if you won't be able to make it up to the Wacko, he will smell the whole city like a dog?"
"He always does" Hoseok shrugged. "He isn't in Seoul for now but I'm important enough for him to be back. I tried to escape nine times. Somehow had to act I was kidnapped or else he would have killed me. To him, I love him back" Hoseok stated while rolling his eyes.
"And you were seducing me in the middle of the club. Wanted to get me killed with you?" Suga snickered while pinching Hoseok's cheek until Hoseok pulled away harshly.
"Why would a pet like you will steal those pens? It's him" Suga concluded on himself.
"Well... Whatever, Great. Now let me go" Hoseok demanded and Suga just smirked.
"For him to have you?" Suga whispered while bending down to face Hoseok. "I don't like sharing"
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A man in a black suit, put the ball on a small stand which was a tee and Jungkook swing his golf stick's club at it to try and hit it as straight and far as possible, swinging his whole body along. In his burgundy suit's pants and just a black turtleneck. Not the coat anymore. Being in a vast green fairway field at the backside of his traditional family mansion, having a fringe green at the farthest of the field.
"You are might be my Miren Wang but can't win against me" Jungkook heard his grandpa Woo snickered as the older man walked up with his own golf stick, in a white dress shirt and black pants along with black suspenders.
"Because you never let me play with your golf club" Jungkook complained.
"This is reserved for somebody else" Jungkook's grandfather replied while looking at his golf stick.
"Really? For who, except me?" Jungkook questioned concerned.
"Your son" He smiled while patting Jungkook's shoulder. "It's been months since I last talked about it with you. No good news so far?"
"We have done a test yesterday, will let you know if things will work out our way" Jungkook nodded in response and his grandfather's smile widened.
"I see"
"If it won't be what we want then, I want you to wait a little bit, but surely, there will be a good news" Jungkook assured and his grandfather just smiled, taking a position with his gold club until Jungkook interrupted.
"Grandpa" Jungkook mentioned, getting his attention. "I want to invite a friend in the upcoming event we are invited in after three weeks"
"Really? Who is that?"
"He is a famous journalist, I was hoping us to make a good relationship with him. So that, he will help us in avoiding false rumors we face after each two to three weeks" Jungkook explained.
"A journalist and your friend? Since when you began entertaining such low lives?"
"He is a nice younger boy, I met him a few months ago from Taehyung's reference. I was hoping to use him for our image in media, being friends with him is just part of the deal"
"Do I know him?"
"Not yet. You will. And I think it is important too" Jungkook suggested.
"I see... I have no issue in inviting him if he is really that important. Do whatever you feel like for Luna" His Grandfather approved and Jungkook just smirked, watching his grandfather play.
"Look at that" A woman mentioned who was watching Jungkook and his grandfather from a far, near the family house. "How many times I have told you spend some time with your grandfather as well. No doubt Jungkook will take over everything after this old man's death" She hissed at Jiwoon who rolled his eyes.
"Forget it, Mom. Grandfather Woo has been teaching him to play golf since he was eight but he never cared to teach us anything. I can still remember how he used to roam around the house having Jungkook Hyung in his arms but never even smiled at other grandchildren for once" Jiwoon replied with crossed arms.
"Obviously, Jungkook Oppa is the Miren Wang of Grandpa Woo" A younger woman mentioned while holding a baby in her arms. "No matter what my husband does, it is always Jungkook to Grandpa Woo" She added.
"It's just that he knew Jungkook is the one taking over the CEO position even when Jiwoon is just an year younger than him" Jiwoon's mother rolled her eyes.
"Why? Why did he even gave all the authorities to the CEO? He should have divided them. All the sons do their part for the company but Jungkook Oppa is the only one taking hold of the income" Jiwoon's wife complained.
"Do the sons really work their part?" A sudden question made the three of them to abruptly turn to saw Jungkook's mother with crossed arms.
"I believe, Father Woo's has five sons who are directors including my husband but I don't think brother Joon-ki, Junsu, Jae-Soo or Jung-hung has ever worked any bit while my husband was the CEO. Speaking of their kids now when my son is the CEO, Your husband Jiwoon himself is lying in home for months" Jungkook's mother pointed out and Jiwoon just rolled his eyes away.
Jiwoon's mother uttured a fake snicker before she broke in. "This is the issue. No son work their part properly, they kept traveling around and exploring the world with their wives and kids. No one works like a proper man waking up early to go to work except Jongyul, Jooheon and Jaemin? That Jihyun also just joined the company after wasting his life playing video games" Jiwoon's mother quickly added with a fake smile to Jungkook's mother who just walked passed them towards Jungkook, ignoring them.
"These snakes... My son is paying for their lives and still they back bite him" Jungkook's mother muttered while walking away.
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"My little baby boo, my little baby boo, my little, little, baby boo~" Jimin was singing while dancing and twirling around with Melody who was giggling being danced around in Jimin's arms, holding his hand like couple dancing in their tiny living room.
Jimin's phone began ringing, which was placed on the coffee table and he picked it up, to accept the call.
"Hello? Who is this?"
Jimin questioned with a wide smile, leaning his flip phone to his ear but after a moment his smile disappeared as he slowly placed Melody, who was babbling the poem Jimin was singing still, down on the couch.
"I did the task... Yes, everything is working fine, obviously, he is in love with me. Where I have to come to give the designs?"
Jimin asked on the call and nodded.
"But this will be my last task, I don't want to do it anymore. I wasn't planning to notice it when I first met him but... Jeon Jungkook, he has a heart made of gold... I can't betray him anymore, I can't do this with him anymore"
Jimin added on the call while sobbing voicelessly, looking at Melody who was busy smashing a bunny plushie's head on the couch. Babbling the poem.
He placed the phone down as he opened the drawer of his dresser, picking up a few folded sheets with a sigh as he sniffed and wiped his tears. Opening those sheets to look at the designs sketched out of some car interior with labelings and patterns. Jimin sobbed voicelessly as he caress the signatures below the sheet under the column stating Approval Delineated CEO Jeon Jungkook.
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"Good evening" Jungkook greeted with an evil smirk when Jimin's mother opened the door of her house with an unamused face.
"Not him... again" She held the bridge of her nose but Jungkook walked passed her into her house with two bags of food parcels in his hand.
"I was here to pick Jimin from the Wacko so, thought of bringing dinner here" Jungkook stated while placing the food parcel on the kitchen counter.
"You won't find him there"
"Why?"
"Listen, I feel like I am the only one jerk in the middle. If I trying to explain anything to you, you barks and if I try to explain anything to Jimin, he wails. So, let's stop this bullshit. Your Jimin will be inside the club, hiding from you. Since he thinks you won't like his bruised nose"
"Well... I don't but, I have taken him to a doctor today for that and he will get better eventually" Jungkook replied.
"You did find him last night?"
"Obviously, he can't hide from Jeon Jungkook even if he switch a planet. I was just here to drop the dinner for you and your walrus" Jungkook narrated, patting the food parcel.
"Oh, how thoughtfully cute. Now, get out" She sarcastically smiled but then turned serious as she pointed out the door.
"I'm sorry but that's not a way to talk to your future son-in-law" Jungkook complained.
"Son-in-law, my ass"
"Umm... No, I don't want to be your ass"
"Get out"
"So, should I leave with the food or let it be, it's okay if you don't want to accept it, Jimin and I will eat it on the pavement. No worries" Jungkook casually mentioned.
"I will... accept that" She sort of scoffed.
"Why? Ready to accept the food but not the person bringing it?" Jungkook questioned and his phone began ringing, making him to take it out from his coat, watching the caller's ID made Jungkook to smile wide.
"Hello?"
"Good evening, Mr. Jeon, you told me to tell inform you about the blood test results as soon as possible without waiting for tomorrow"
"I get it. Just tell me already"
"Well, the result is negative. He isn't pregnant. I have also emailed you the reports"
Jungkook's curious smile turned down.
"I see..."
With that Jungkook hang up the call and exhaled a deep sigh as he shoved the phone into his pocket again and Jimin's mother just looked at him.
"What?" She asked when Jungkook looked at her.
"I want to marry Jimin because I really like him but a little slight reason in the corner is that I don't have to worry about having a second child" Jungkook started while leaning onto the kitchen counter, looking away and scraping the counter with his index finger.
"You already have a child? Great. That's what was left, now my poor baby will have to be a step parent to some rebel rich kid" Jimin's mother began fussing.
"Yeah... that will be another thing but that will be the only thing. What I am saying is that... I'm marrying Jimin because I don't want a second child and he is a man so... he won't... get pregnant? Right?" Jungkook questioned with keen eyes.
"You are free to get yourself a woman as the jerk in this situation is only you. Anybody will get pregnant if they will want it to be" Jimin's mother made a 'wtf' face at Jungkook. "fuckwit" She muttered while caressing her forehead.
"So, Jimin can get pregnant as well?" Jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Obviously, he can"
"Then why he isn't pregnant yet?" Jungkook attentively questioned all of the sudden as if this was the only thing he wanted to know but created a huge maze of words to reach there.
"He stays on the pills all the time since God knows how long even it is hard for him to afford them" She rolled her eyes and Jungkook uttered nothing while tapping his fingers on the counter one by one as if he was in a business trouble and was thinking of ways to get rid of the problem.
Jungkook's POV
"So... you did play wisely, Jimin-ah" I mumbled when I was now stuffed in my car's driver seat being all alone.
"You made sure there was nothing of mine on you" I talked to myself as I looked out of the window at the burning bright neon signs all lit up of the club Jimin works in. I sighed, checking the time on my black diamond watch, Jimin's shift was over but he wasn't out yet. I stepped out of my car to get a ticket to inside.
Ninety percent of my problems would have been solved if Jimin would be pregnant with my child. But sadly, I have to keep suffering with my uncanny love.
Jimin is simply shy and in love at times but then he is quiet and distant.
If mood swings aren't because of the pregnancy then what makes him behave a little weird infront of me, it is probably what I was thinking.
I took a seat at the bar, dismissing the bartender with an order of beer as I took out a piece of paper that had my business drawer's passcode written which I found from the drawer itself.
I have questions and again I was right back to where I was. I can't trust him. I can't tell what he was doing there in my documents, there are a lot of files and I couldn't check what he was doing there. Maybe he got just a little curious to steal something expensive instead of simply asking me for money. Maybe he was just checking which code number fits while writing them down on this paper and figured it out. But wouldn't it took him hours and he was just there for a few minutes.
I gulped down the alcohol the unfamiliar bartender placed infront of me. "Where is that blonde bartender?" I asked him.
"I don't know. He has taken a day off without telling anyone probably, so I was told to work overtime for which I am not going to get paid" The bartender rolled his eyes while walking away.
Great, Suga Hyung is working well. I was in my thoughts as I boringly watched everyone dancing like some crazy zombie apocalypse infront of me until I unintentionally caught a familiar glimpse which captured all of my senses.
My beer glass still raised to my lips untouched as my eyes couldn't get back to earth after spotting a huge human sized birdcage with its rods covered with red neon lights under those purple and blue lights of the club. The only first thing my eyes caught were those plum red lips, then those fitted red latex pants glistening under lights, that halfway naked waist dancing on the club's mashup music. That blackbone tattoo which now facing me and those beautiful, red gemstones sparkling on the slave bracelet clutched around a beautiful hand holding onto the silver dancing pole in the middle of the cage.
I just scanned that attractive, wild dancing figure behind those steel bars until my eyes met with those honey brown's from the other side of that familiar red masquerade mask tucked on his hidden unrevealed bruised nose.
Jimin sassily walked around the pole, holding onto it, locking eyes with mine. As he fondle his own neck, rubbing it down to his chest with a desperately needy look on his face as he rubbed erotic circles on his revealed belly and traveled his hands down to his thighs, sketching on them with his nails like a wild cat. Dancing as if he was too immersed into the music but his eyes were making him look twice immersed into me. I could tell.
How come I not be again there falling in love? Forgetting all of my questions and forgiving all the queries?
I let my feet led me closer to that cage once he raised his index finger towards me and gestured me to come closer.
"Finally, someone did something nice by caging you up in this..." I commented knocking the neon steel rods of the cage with my car's key remote and Jimin left his pole to hold onto the cage's bars closer to me.
"I'm the wild infatuation of reality, it is easy to set me free than to cage me, Mr. Jeon" He commented.
"I see..." I started. "I'm finding someone new but my mind is stuck on you" I replied while sipping upon my drink and he chuckled until I flipped that passcode of my drawer on the steel bar towards him. His smile vanished as I casually pass him a calm smile. "What the fuck is this?" I asked and Jimin just looked around with a sigh.
"Jimin" I emphasized while grabbing his arm with the hand I stowed between the rods of the cage. "Look at me when I talk to you" I told him and he looked at me, too obedient.
"I'm busted. The drawer was filled with boring papers, I couldn't find anything interesting" Jimin shrugged while snatching up my beer and taking a sip on it. "I was just curious to know what rich people keeps in places like these. Happy now? I told you everything. Now leave my arm, you are hurting me, Mr. Jeon" Jimin panted out the words and I just looked back into his eyes and then down on his lips. If there won't be those steel bars between us I would have kissed him.
That made me realize that he always get away like that. He lures me without saying anything but passing these passionate expressions and I get too excited enough to think anything else.
"Cute theory, my Vermilion Pulchritude but how did you figure out the passcode?" Jungkook inquired without leaving his arm.
"Jae-Hwa told me"
"What?! She can't..."
"At the movie theater, she tells me you have a weird drawer that you open by pressing the numbers she told me... we were curious to know what was inside it so... I told her to check. Will tell her that there are work papers" He managed to explain with pauses.
What else he would need? He doesn't know a shit about documents but maybe he was just curious after Jae-Hwa telling him about the drawer. Maybe, they were just playing around.
"Don't ever dare to touch my stuff like that" I instructed him while pulling him closer to those bars and he gripped onto my hand on his arm.
"I will keep it in mind, even if when that bedroom will be mine" He sarcastically assured.
"I love the way you mold the words"
"And I love you. I want to love you, so bad, tonight and every night" Jimin leaned his head on the bar as he uttured a low purring sound like a whiny mollycoldded little kitten.
"What do you think? You are going to seduce me and I will get into your palms all the time?"
"Oh, my dear pearl-one, you are too sulky to see that I am the one into your palms without you even trying to seduce me" He whispered while swinging onto the bar slowly, looking into my eyes.
"Whatever. I want to be alone" I rolled my eyes as I geared up to leave but he grabbed my collar with the hand he stowed outside those steel bars.
"But I don't want you to be alone, pay for the token" He complained.
"What?"
"Pay for the token there and this door will be open, without it I can't leave" He explained and I looked at the door of the cage having a panel to slide in the money.
"Seriously?" I unbelievably questioned.
"That's what they do to me when you aren't around" Jimin uttured a dramatic pout.
"As if you don't kick their balls and make me beat them up again" I shook my head while taking out my wallet.
"It was your choice, I'm allergic to blood anyways but I haven't just kicked balls. I have bonk so many heads on these steal bars as well. But Mike's one wasn't intentional" He explained while rubbing his index finger on those cage's steel bars. "And at times, I grabbed men's neck to steal their wallets to pay for my own token" He explained with his so many hand gestures when I keep sliding in the money but it didn't open up.
"How much? It keeps taking money"
"Well... it gets open usually after a million won" He shrugged while hugging the steel bars.
"Ohh really?" I sarcastically made a surprised face. "I'm leaving" I announced being serious while turning to walk away.
"Mr. Jeon?! Mr. Jeon?! You can't be this mean. My legs are hurting from dancing, I'm caged for hours, nobody pays enough" He complained.
"You deserve that for trying to touch my work space without my permission. I'm not in a mood for you anyways" I rolled my eyes while taking a seat back to the bar to order some more alcohol.
"The things people get easily tape down their worth" I heard him scoffed and could tell he rolled his eyes. "Mr. Jeon! I won't marry you!"
"You don't have many options" I mouthed with a shrug and a smirk and he just pouted while hugging the bars, being mad. "Well, you are free to state a reason to set you free after messing around with my important stuff" I additionally suggested.
I believed he read my lips as I formed those words, pointing at it and he just keened his eyes at me while placing his head on the steel bar.
"I live in your eyes but you can never know.
What to do then?
How to live without you?
Having love in the eyes, tell me where to wander!?~" I heard him sing which made me chuckle as I drink.
"My man, call me to be near you because my heart is broken.
It is broken today~" He sang from the top of his lungs while rolling back to his pole, boringly placing his body with the pole and swaying his body, still looking at me with his sexy gaze.
"My man would concede but he is incensed.
Because he is incensed,
Someone make him simmer down enough for my love~" He smiled with the lyrics he was singing as he seductively rubbing his hands up and down on the pole, wrapping his one leg over it to reveal his thankfully covered open thighs with his hands now playing with his hair.
He turned around. Making me face his back, swaying ass infront of me. When his hands playfully reached to his back zipper of the top and began zipping it down. Traveling his hands down from that zipper which was just slightly left to make his top drop on the floor. He is my future spouse and I'm too guilty to enjoy the way he seductively pulled his pants just a slight down, showing a little tease of his black lace underwear's waistband which was already not where it should be.
Well, I told him to state a reason, not to show but... that's sinfully beautiful. And painfully teasing.
End Of Jungkook's POV
Detective Chan entered the club while ripping the entrance ticket in a black casual shirt, not in his usual suit.
"Come on, detective Chan, this is the last club on the row. If he isn't here either, we are going home" His assistant told detective Chan who was just looking around.
"Fine" Detective Chan nodded according to the club's music playfully.
"You should be working on Mrs. Park's case, finding her lost son rather than finding that mask mermaid hooker in red to complete your painting" The man complained but tugged along with Detective Chan further in between the dancing people.
"I can tell you aren't going to just see him once and leave" The man scoffed and Detective Chan just snickered while walking further in.
"Nobody can" Detective Chan smirked.
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