The time on the clock said that it was 6:00am and Taehyung could only stare at it in dumb confusion before he realised that he was going to have to climb out of the bed. He didn't want to but he knew that he had no choice. Jungkook had told him that he was going to Dongdaemun-gu with him for the meeting, and that meant that he had to be ready as soon as he could. He didn't want to leave the young man waiting because he didn't want to piss him off. He had seen what happened to men that pissed Jungkook off just yesterday. In fact, if he was going to be pedantic about it, he hadn't just seen what happened...

He had been responsible for it.

Taehyung swung his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet brushing against the wooden flooring. His stomach clenched tight from the movement. He reached up to press the heels of his hands against his eyes and he let out a deep groan. No hangover today and yet his entire body ached. It was strange but he had a feeling that it was something psychosomatic. His body was hurting because his mind was hurting, his fragile mental state was fucking with him. He wouldn't be surprised if it was true and he wondered just how many more days he could handle in Jungkook's company before something in his brain just snapped from the horror and the pressure. Taehyung didn't think that he could handle this burden. He felt like he was going to explode and ruin his chances, and it meant that he would let his team down. But he hadn't expected this, this absolute hell that he had been dropped right into the centre of. Yet he was stuck currently and he had no choice but to accept it.

When he had arrived back at the Gangnam-gu apartment block yesterday there had been his rather small holdall bag left in front of the door. Woo had left it, or perhaps another man had upon his demands. That meant that he at least had something clean to change into for the day. So after stepping out of the shower he finished getting ready and he eyed the clock to see that it was 6:20am. He didn't know whether he was meant to stay in his room and await Jungkook or whether he was supposed to go to him. As luck would have it just like yesterday morning the intercom system on the wall lit up and so Taehyung turned to look at it. He was greeted not by the sight of Jungkook, fixing his shirt and preparing for the day, but rather another Haedogje Pa member.

" Be at reception by 6:30, " the man instructed. " Don't keep Master Jeon waiting. "

There was no need for him to keep The Boy waiting for he was already dressed and awaiting orders. So Taehyung just simply went over to the dresser beside the bed and collected the gloves from yesterday evening. He made sure to slip them inside his jacket because he wanted to be prepared for anything. Though in his chest he prayed that he wouldn't need them there was no true way of knowing. Better to have them and please Jungkook, then to be caught short and piss him off. Once that was done he crossed the room to leave the apartment, locking up and entering the elevator.

It crossed Taehyung's mind as he settled against the wall of the carriage that he didn't know what he was doing. Since joining Haedogje Pa he hadn't really had a clue. He guessed that there was a semblance of order now that Jungkook was there to order him around, but there was still no clear idea of might happen. A meeting in Dongdaemun-gu could be a simple meeting. It could also be cold blooded murder and he didn't know. All he knew were names and faces, solid facts.

That was all that he needed to know.

As it was Jungkook stepped out of the elevator at 6:29am as opposed to 6:30. Just to keep him on his toes it would seem. He appeared in a perfect state, his jacket buttoned up and tie neat, not a single hair out of place. Made Taehyung feel rather stupid standing by the counter with a shirt that had creases in it from being folded up in his holdall bag and sleep puffy eyes that wouldn't seem to stay open. Jungkook looked good, like he always looked he supposed. At some time in the future Taehyung knew that he would need to start looking good too.

"Car?" Jungkook asked as he checked his shirt cuff. He didn't even look in his direction but rather at one of the men that seemed to be bouncers for the apartment block.

"Right outside, boss," the man replied in a deep voice.

"Come, Taehyung," Jungkook said as he crossed the room. He got a glance this time, a sideways one that told him to get ass in gear. But before Taehyung could race over to get the door one of the bouncers was already holding it open for them both.

They stepped outside and on the curb a few away was the Mitsubishi Dignity. A uniformed chauffeur was standing beside the back door and he popped it open for them. Jungkook climbed in first, ducking and smoothly climbing inside to sit in the far seat. Taehyung got in beside him, praying that he didn't slam his head on the roof as he did. Then the door was being shut behind them and the chauffeur got into the front to start the engine. Just several hours ago Taehyung had been sitting in the front; shirt tacky with blood and hands shaking so badly he had placed them between his thighs and squeezed them together so that Jungkook hadn't seen them shaking on his lap. It was hard to believe that Nam had been dead for not even half a day now and yet he didn't really feel anything. Taehyung was deciding to see it as his mind putting up walls to protect him; stopping him dwelling on what he had seen and done. He wondered if that was what Jungkook's mind had done too. Or had he never needed the walls to be built in the first place?

"Master Jeon, this is another meeting isn't it?" Taehyung asked as the car pulled away from the curb. Jungkook confirmed that it was as he unbuttoned his suit jacket to stop the fabric bunching and creasing. "In Dongdaemun-gu?"

"Yes, the meeting is at 8am."

"Do we have work to do before then, Master Jeon?" Taehyung asked as he mentally worked it out all. It took only twenty minutes or so in decent traffic to get to Dongdaemun-gu from Gangnam-gu. Therefore they would arrive nearly two hours earlier than the time of the meeting. Clearly there was something that they needed to do.

"No, we have an appointment."

"An appointment, Master Jeon?"

"Yes, an appointment for you at a tailors right here in Gangnam-gu. You need new suits."

"Is that my...my reward, Master Jeon?" Taehyung asked in a quiet voice; thinking of how he had told him that working for him had benefits and rewards. The costs of a man's life could equate to that of a tailored suit it would seem.

"No, that's not a reward. It's part of your uniform. You need to look good, Taehyung. It's my father's belief that a man must look good at all times, particularly an important man. Right now you look..." Jungkook turned his head to look at him and then he sniffed. "You look poor and plain." Taehyung wanted to tell him that he was poor. The bank account that had been created for his Haedogje Pa persona was nothing really, but he held his tongue rather than speak. "So you need to look good. That's not a difficult task. The base is good, it's the...layers that need to be fixed." Jungkook was talking about him like he was a mannequin, a good-looking mannequin. "Taehyung?"

"Yeah, Master Jeon?"

"You looked over the files for Dongdaemun-gu, didn't you?"

"I did, Master Jeon," Taehyung agreed. Jungkook asked him if he thought that a meeting was needed. "Well there was...there was a major issue about profit loss in regards to one brother, but otherwise the only issues that needed to be addressed were the tributes. Without the major issue I'd say that Woo would've been more fitting for the meeting." The young man seemed to think it over for a moment, eyes fixed on the back of the front seat rather than look at him. Then Jungkook reached inside of his jacket pocket and he pulled his phone free. His thumb moved with speed and confidence as he unlocked and hastily opened something. Then he held the phone against his ear and waited.

"Woo, I've changed mind. The meeting doesn't need to happen today. Reschedule it and attend for me. I checked last night and I don't believe I need to be present. But ensure that Go Howon is called to the building. I want to see him today privately instead."

There was a static sound on the phone, that of the man replying to him. Taehyung eyed his hands rather than look at him, clasped tightly in his lap.

"Yes, Go Howon not Jo Byungtae. I want the nephew," Jungkook confirmed. "9am exactly. If he's not present then I will want to see Byungtae." His tone was icy and it was clear that neither of the men should piss him off. There was clearly a delicate situation between them right now. "We have a very important matter to address." Then he ended the call and plunged the car into silence.

Taehyung just stayed still and silent for the duration of the ride because he didn't want to do something wrong. Much safer to let Jungkook initiate all dialogue when there were other Haedogje Pa men present, like the chauffeur. When they were alone perhaps he could risk speaking like last night but right now he decided that silence was his best option. It wasn't that long at all until the vehicle was pulling up outside of a building and he realised that they had arrived at their destination. So Taehyung climbed out and held the door for Jungkook as he glanced at the building. A rather swanky-looking brick and glass building that was clearly a tailors from first glance because there were dressed mannequins in the windows: two in black day suits with white shirts underneath, one in a charcoal three piece evening suit.

"Have you ever been fitted for a suit before?" Jungkook asked as he fixed his jacket. Taehyung slammed the door shut and told him that he had not as he followed him across the curb and to the door. "I'm not surprised," the young man said as he opened it for him to step inside first. There was a rather excited squealing noise at their entrance and he saw someone moving from the counter across the store towards them.

The man stunned Taehyung by coming right over to them and placing both hands on Jungkook's shoulders. Then came the quick and rather unexpected double kiss on each cheek. The man was Korean clearly, yet he greeted Jungkook like a strange foreigner. And no sooner had he done that he was turning to grab him too. Taehyung stood in place awkwardly and let the man kiss his cheeks with a loud mwah before moving back to look at them both.

"When you told me that you were here for a fitting I didn't expect this ," the man said as he held a hand up and gestured at him. Taehyung felt rather stupid and he could only look between the man and Jungkook as he tried to figure out what was going on. "He's so much younger than your usual. I was beginning to think you liked silver foxes."

What that meant Taehyung didn't know but he thought about Woo and felt the urge to shudder.

"Hodong, I would take a woman before I would take a man over thirty," Jungkook replied curtly and this caused the tailor to laugh. Very effeminate pitch, very effeminate everything. But he wasn't terrifying like Haedogje Pa men and so Taehyung much preferred his overbearing presence.

"With his proportions it would be a delight to measure him," Hodong said with a rather mischievous eyebrow raise. "Come come, what's your name?"

"Tae-Taehyung," Taehyung replied as the man hooked an arm around his waist and started steering him across the store. In the direction of what looked like a backroom; a fitting room.

"Oh he can talk! I thought he was mute, must just be shy," Hodong said with a laugh. He could hear Jungkook following behind them and then he was being pulled into the fitting room. There was a slight platform and a footstool set in front of a long stretch of mirrors and a few feet away there was a long white satin settee. Jungkook went right over to that and sat down without a word. "Sadly I don't get to say this often to such handsome men but please, Taehyung, remove your trousers and jacket."

Taehyung felt rather stupid removing his clothes like this even when it was just for a suit fitting. He could feel the weight of Jungkook's gaze on him and it made him strangely uncomfortable. But as soon as he was done he was stepping onto the slight platform. Hodong had a long stretch of plastic tape measure around his neck and a small scheduler book in hand that he placed on the top of the footstool. Clearly he would jot measurements inside of it.

"Arms up dear, don't be shy."

"Right, Taehyung," Jungkook said as he lifted one leg and crossed it over the other. He plucked at his trouser leg to neaten out any creases and then looked up at him. "Tell me what you know about Jo Byungtae. Of Dongdaemun-gu of course, I don't think we have the pleasure of having any other brothers with that boring name."

"Jo Byungtae," Taehyung said as he kept his arms held up to his sides, "works in black market trade. Has several stores and restaurants in this district as fronts. Covers everything from organs to pets, to rip-off goods."

"More," Jungkook ordered as he gestured with his fingers, a rather alluring twitch.

"He...he often leaves the fronts in control of family. One in particular is fronted by his nephew, who you informed me is called Howon."

"Yes yes, stupid Howon. What's the problem here, Taehyung? Assuming that there is a problem of course."

"I believe that...well from the information I gathered yesterday there's been problems with profits in the area. 'Cos Howon is his nephew Byungtae ain't punishing him at all. He's also refusing to replace him in favour of a man that could bring profits back up." Jungkook gave him a rather wry smile and then lifted both hands to clap a few times. His own applause. Taehyung didn't know whether to be pleased about this or not. He felt rather pleased. "His favouritism is affecting Haedogje Pa profits."

"Good, Taehyung, very good," the younger man spoke to him like he was a fucking dog. "That's an issue that I must correct as of today. Too long has Byungtae been allowed to value his own family above that of Haedogje Pa."

"He's smart," Hodong said as he cinched the tape around his chest. "I like him more than the other one."

Jungkook didn't comment on this but judging from the smile on his face he silently agreed with the tailor.

It took some time for Hodong to check his measurements for the suit. This included chest measurements, armspan, waist, along with leg lengths both outer and inner and his hips. Taehyung remained silent and still but every now and again he would spare a quick glance up at Jungkook to see the young man studying him intently. As if he were standing on a catwalk and modelling rather than a slight platform in his underwear and a wrinkled shirt. When the tailor was finished and he was getting dressed again only then did Jungkook stop staring. He was in the act of zipping his fly up when Hodong carried over a large book and held it in front of the younger man: a book of fabric swatches.

"Black, all black," Jungkook said as he ran his fingers along the swatches almost absentmindedly. "He looks good in black don't you think, Hodong?"

"Yes dear, he looks stunning in black," Hodong agreed. "The usual?"

"Four day suits, two evening suits," Jungkook said. "Allow some white for the evening suits, not the day." He paused before nodding. "Yes, I trust you with the rest; the material and cuts. You've never given me a bad suit, Hodong, I expect great things."

"Yes dear," Hodong said with a smile. "You know I always deliver."

From the tailors they ended up back in the car. Taehyung settled into the seat and watched the view of Gangnam-gu go past the windows without rest. Even in the early morning hours the district was packed with bodies. It didn't seem to ever rest. As it drew closer and closer to 8am he wondered what his team were doing right now. They would either have arrived at the office early or would be travelling there. Would they be thinking about him? Wondering if he was alive or dead, if he was in danger or not? He had no clue but he didn't want to think about them too much for fear that Jungkook could somehow read his mind. He wouldn't at all be surprised if he could, he seemed to find things out at a terrifyingly preternatural rate.

The vehicle pulled up outside of a building that reminded him of the boarding house somewhat, except it was much smaller than that building. It had security fences to get past and a large yard filled with vehicles just like the one in Mapo-gu. Through the ground floor windows he could see countless men moving around the building but they weren't tributes, just working men. Like Mapo-gu it seemed that they had a building that held some importance in terms of business. Taehyung popped the door open and held it so that Jungkook could step out and lead the way inside. Whenever they passed men in the hallways they all stopped and bowed to Jungkook and he felt strange being on his heel and having all of their eyes on him.

"Don't bow back, Taehyung," Jungkook said as he caught sight of him returning a slight bow to one of the men. "You're above them, don't lower yourself."

"What'd you mean, Master Jeon?"

But Jungkook didn't reply to this question as he carried on walking down the hallway. When he reached the end he stopped in front of a set of double doors and so Taehyung moved to push them open for him and allow him into the room.

The boardroom looked so horribly empty for there were only a few bodies inside of it. Only one of said bodies was seated at the long oaken table for the three other men were standing like sentries beside the door. They looked like hired thugs more than anything else. Taehyung wondered what Howon thought sitting alone in the room like this and yet the young man looked rather unperturbed. Handsome young man, nice tanned complexion and short dark hair swept into a side parting that showed strong brows. He was seated with his hands folded on top of a leather document holder on the table and he didn't slouch in the slightest.

"Good morning, Master Jeon," he said as he got out of his seat and gave a swift bow, arms straight at his sides. "And?"

"Kim," Taehyung said when he realised that he was asking his name.

"Sit," Jungkook said without even looking at him. He crossed the room to sit in his obvious spot at the head of the table, and Taehyung moved to sit in the closest seat to his left on the adjacent side. "How is Byungtae today?"

"Uncle Byungtae is very well, Master Jeon," Howon replied as he smiled at him. Pleasant smile, showed a set of startling white and straight teeth.

"Nice teeth, Howon," Jungkook said as he sat back in his chair. The leather creaked from the movement and Taehyung turned his attention back to him. There was something on his face that was a bad sign. The almost smug amusement that was a good mask but not good enough to hide the coldness in his eyes. "Byungtae buy them for you?"

Howon could only laugh at the remark, showing a little something like discomfort as he shifted in his own seat. Taehyung knew exactly why he felt uncomfortable because he could feel it too. There was something in the air that just screamed incoming danger. He was starting to be able to smell trouble. Taehyung didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad.

"No, Master Jeon, uncle Jo didn't buy me my teeth." His teeth? Well, didn't he sound like those idols on TV that insisted that they were surgery-free? Taehyung didn't believe him for a second. They were just so plastic perfect that it was very hard to believe him.

"Funny, seen as he buys you everything else," Jungkook retorted. The comeback was acidic and yet that smug smile was still on his face. "I don't like nepotism, Howon."

Taehyung gnawed on his lower lip as he looked at the other man. Was Howon thinking what he was thinking, or was he too worried about his own ass currently to really think about the irony of his words? Wasn't Jungkook the textbook definition of nepotism? Or did the fact he was inheriting his empire not class it as that? He didn't know but he knew that Jungkook was clearly pissed off with Byungtae and now Howon was going to pay the price for it.

"See, since Byungtae started playing with Haedogje Pa investments like his own little board game of strategy...we've been losing cash pretty fucking fast. And the reason? The reason is you, Howon."

"Master Jeon, I-"

"And I understand, I do understand. The reason we're losing cash is because you're not suited for this role. You shouldn't be in Haedogje Pa. But because of uncle Byungtae, here you are." Jungkook paused and slowly ran his eyes across the boardroom. "Here you are in front of me with near ten million won lost in investments over the last two months."

The room fell silent and Taehyung studied the table rather than look at either of them. He knew what was coming and he just prayed that it wasn't like the last meeting that he had been in. Jungkook didn't believe in taking his time, he cut right to the bone when needed: a zero bullshit policy. Judging from what Jungkook had just said this wasn't something worthy of death, but it was certainly something that could become an example. An example to Jo Byungtae.

"This isn't personal, Howon..." Jungkook said in a quiet voice. At this two of the unnamed thugs shifted to drop their hands on his shoulders and pin Howon in place. The young man made a shocked noise at this but didn't try and struggle free, didn't get indignant. "It's just business."

"I gotta say, Master Jeon, it's feeling pretty personal," Howon retorted and this actually made him laugh as he pushed his chair out and got to his feet.

"Hold him down for me, Taehyung," Jungkook instructed as he reached up and removed his suit jacket. Taehyung saw that he was doing so to roll his shirt sleeves up. That was all that he really needed to see to know what was going to happen next. Something messy.

"How...how do you want me to hold him, Master Jeon?" Taehyung asked as he got to his feet and pulled the chair out. From along the length of the table Howon was now squirming against the thugs that were holding his arms. But he still held his tongue. Taehyung pulled his gloves out of his pocket, finally having a reason to use them. He knew that it had been smart to bring them with him.

"Hold his head for me, hold it nice and steady. Woosoo, go to the car and collect the kit. I'm still not sure which one I want to use yet." Jungkook folded his jacket and carefully lay it down on the oak table. So Taehyung moved over to stand between the two thugs and sound of Woosoo leaving echoed on the quiet air; the door shutting with a click. He had to grab Howon's head from behind, meaning that his palms were on his cheeks and his fingers on his jaw. Then the young man moved to perch on the table just in front of the chaos.

"Am I the first piece of entertainment for the day?" Howon asked sarcastically and Taehyung felt his muscles shifting under his skin as he spoke.

"Yes you are," Jungkook replied curtly. "Hopefully not the last but that remains to be seen." He smiled at the other man widely and it didn't extend to his eyes.

"Kim?" It took Taehyung a few seconds to realise that he was talking to him and he saw that Howon was straining to look back at him, eyes rolled up to meet his. "You should pay real close attention to this. This is what will happen if you get on his bad side. Remember that."

"Don't talk to him," Jungkook snapped, tone not angry but firm. "If you want to keep your cock, Howon, I wouldn't talk to him. He's already cut one off so far, so I wouldn't try your luck."

Taehyung could only shift his eyes to stare at Howon's hair at this. For some reason he felt a flare akin to shame at his words more than anything else. He was ashamed that he had helped murder a man rather than frightened, but then again he wasn't surprised right now. He was still feeling pretty fucking numb to it all. Howon was telling the truth and he knew that he was, but right now he had more important things to worry about than death.

Woosoo returned the room less than a minute later and he was carrying a large black toolkit with yellow handles. This went onto the table just beside Jungkook and the man clicked the locks on the sides up and then opened it for him. Taehyung couldn't see what was inside but he was pretty certain that he saw the glint of metal; tools of course. When Woosoo moved away Jungkook reached inside and pulled something free, something that made a rather harsh slithering sound. There was a bundle of blue nylon rope in Jungkook's hands and he bent forward to start tying it around Howon's left wrist to secure him to the chair. This meant that the men could soon let go of him but not him. Taehyung knew that he was going to have to hold his head still for him. Another thing to participate in.

"I'll have to teach you how to do this for me, Taehyung," Jungkook remarked as he looped the rope tight around his ribs and knotted it in place. As soon as his upper body was secured to the chair he moved onto his other wrist. "A personal lesson in the art of trussing." He looked up at him as he securely knotted Howon's other arm to the armrest and Taehyung saw something in his eyes. Something that made his stomach tighten. When Jungkook was done securing him to the chair, the rope gathered around and crisscrossed over his stomach and legs to keep him in place, he moved over to the table and glanced inside the toolbox. Then he was pulling another bundle out. This time it was latex gloves. Two pairs which he proceeded to pull on. The latex snapped in place like the crack of a whip.

"A lot of people have a fear of dentistry..." Jungkook remarked as he once again turned back to the box. He made sure to face them however and just turn his head, meaning his expression was visible at all times. "You're clearly not scared of it, Howon, so what about you, Taehyung?"

"No, Master Jeon," Taehyung replied as he watched him pull a pair of pliers out of the toolkit and placed them down on the table. Red handles, solid steel head. "I'm...I'm not scared of dentistry."

"What are you scared of?"

"...Heights," he replied as the young man pulled something else free. He saw that it was a claw hammer with a flat head on one end and two curved prongs on the other. For smashing nails in...and pulling them out. "I'm scared of heights."

"I love heights," Jungkook remarked as he rolled his wrist and shifted to move closer to them. The thugs were now back across the room so only Taehyung was holding his head in place. "From so high everyone else looks like ants. Tiny filthy ants." He looked down at Howon with a rather blank expression on his face. "I fucking hate ants."

Taehyung knew what was coming. He had known the second he had seen that hammer getting pulled free. After all of the mentions of Howon's fake teeth he had known just what Jungkook would go for. He had a habit of going for weaknesses or vices; like Do and the strangulation, and Nam and the castration. Jungkook liked to take a special part of a man and use it against him and so he had picked Howon's rather perfect teeth. So when Jungkook cocked his arm back and swung the hammer out he took a deep breath and waited for the blow. Jungkook aimed with expert precision (he had clearly done this before) and the flat head of the hammer connected with Howon's mouth with the most sickening thump that Taehyung had ever heard.

He might just have been prepared for it all but he was pretty certain that the blow aimed for his teeth might just have dislocated his jaw too. The crack that he had felt upon impact had been too much for his teeth alone, and Taehyung was pretty sure that there was something pressing against his fingers that hadn't been there a moment ago, something like a sharp jut of bone trying to burst free from the man's skin. He had also expected Howon to scream and yet the noise that came out of his mashed up lips was actually worse than a scream. It was a deep and wounded bellow of pain and Taehyung looked up at Jungkook.

"See a lot of people think highly of themselves," Jungkook continued as if he hadn't just swung a fucking hammer into Howon's face. "They see themselves as being on top, standing up high where no one can touch them but they forget one thing." He bent down and reached over to stick his fingers between Howon's lips, forcing his mouth open. Taehyung was pretty certain that the lump under his skin shifted when he did this. A glance down showed that his lips were ruined, pouring blood, and yet his teeth hadn't been knocked free yet; just loosened.

"Wuh...what do they forget, Master Jeon?" Taehyung asked as the young man felt around with his fingers inside his mouth. Howon was still making those deep pained sounds but he was trying his hardest to block them out.

"They forget about lightning strikes," Jungkook said as he lifted the hammer and flipped it around so he could stick the claw end inside of his lips. When he gripped the handle hard and applied pressure Howon did scream this time. He screamed and tried to fight back against the restraints but it was useless.

Taehyung wished that he didn't know the sound a hammer made when it hit another human in the face. He also wished that he didn't know how hard it was to pull loose teeth free and the noises that they made when they were torn out of gums. The squelching pop that escaped when Jungkook applied the right weight on the hammer. First came the incisors and canines, little perfect squares and lightly pointed edges. They had taken the brunt of the blow and so they were removed with the hammer. Taehyung could feel blood running down onto his gloved fingers and soon enough Howon's shirt was soaked through. The entire front was red and by the time Jungkook was finished there likely wouldn't be a patch of white left.

"Taehyung, pull him back so I can get to the rest," Jungkook said as he shifted to lean back. In one hand he had gathered up the teeth; a fucked up tooth fairy. "Woosoo, hold the torch for me."

Taehyung cocked Howon's head back and unsurprisingly at this point the man didn't try and fight back. He was just breathing fast and hard through his ruined mouth and his eyes had mostly rolled back under his lids. His lightly tanned complexion was grey and it made his eye sockets look a rather bruised brown. He could see the gaping maw where his teeth had been and Taehyung swallowed hard. Jungkook placed the teeth down along with the hammer and then he collected the pliers. Woosoo shifted to stand beside him, penlight torch in hand which he flicked on and aimed right at the man's mouth.

"What else are you scared of Taehyung?" Jungkook asked as he moved back into position. He was almost straddling Howon at this point so that he could get the right angle to continue his work. "I imagine there are quite a few things?"

"Mmm," Taehyung made the noise through his own teeth, lips pressed together tightly as if Jungkook might decide to take a swing at them next.

"Mmm?" Jungkook looked up at him, eyebrows lifting as he did. The pliers were far back in Howon's mouth and he angled his wrist before applying pressure. There was a dull crunch but he didn't pull anything free yet. Howon screeched around Jungkook's fingers. "What does 'mmm' mean, Taehyung?" he asked over the screams as he carried on moving his wrist.

"There's a few things." Like castration and losing my teeth and being choked to death. "Duh...drowning scares me."

"A common fear. Can you swim?" He nodded and Jungkook smiled at him widely, showcasing his own lovely teeth. "Then why are you scared of drowning? A little more light, it's hard to see right at the back," he said in a low voice as he dropped his eyes again, face back to perfect concentration. Taehyung could see that he hadn't even broken a sweat even after breaking so many teeth. So Woosoo shifted the torch to allow the beam to illuminate the inside of Howon's mouth. "Another fear?"

"I'm scared of..." Taehyung closed his eyes at the sound of the pliers twisting inside Howon's mouth, "of getting...getting old."

"Ah, that's a true fear," Jungkook said as Howon moaned and then he smirked. "Live fast, die young. Such bullshit but strangely relatable."

"I'm scared of wuh...waking up one day and realising I've been living for so long and I've done nothing," Taehyung said as the other man finally wrenched the tooth out. The noises that Howon made were like nothing he had ever heard before. Even Nam hadn't made those noises.

"Fucking pissed himself," Jungkook muttered in disgust as he lifted the molar up and studied it. The bottom of the tooth, the curved ends that had been buried deep into his gum a moment ago were now slick with blood. Taehyung didn't even want to look at the hole that would be left behind. "What a waste of all of those bottles of champagne." He palmed the tooth and then moved onto the next. "Done nothing? Oh, Taehyung..." Jungkook grinned at him. "So long as you're by my side you don't need to worry about doing nothing."

"Master...Master Jeon?" Taehyung asked as the pliers went right back into Howon's mouth.

"You'll achieve greatness with me, Taehyung," Jungkook explained. "You'll become the closest thing to a god."

It took a few minutes of work before he finished the task. All things considered it didn't take long at all for him to remove every last tooth in Howon's mouth. Taehyung had expected more than ten minutes at least, but Jungkook worked with confidence and precision as he snagged every last one and pulled them free. The scent of blood wasn't as strong as it had been with Nam and so Taehyung didn't have to hold his breath. He just wished that the removal wasn't so noisy. Or that Howon would pass out and stop making those horrible noises, the strangled groans and choking gasps around the pliers and Jungkook's slick latex fingers. When he was finished the young man moved to drop the molars onto the table along with the pliers and then he hunkered back down in front of him. Taehyung decided to let go of Howon's head.

"Right, now that you've got no teeth," Jungkook announced as he cupped the man's cheeks in the palms of his hands. Taehyung thought he was wasting his time for Howon had clearly passed out. Nothing but the whites of his eyes were visible under his lids. "Uncle Byungtae really can buy you your teeth, hmm?" He patted one of his cheeks almost affectionately and then straightened up again. He spared a glance at him and Taehyung just swallowed hard. Then Jungkook picked up the hammer again and proceeded to gather the teeth together into a neat little pile.

When he brought the hammer down on them Taehyung heard them crunching under the loud thumping sound.

"Now...what's next on the schedule let me think..." Jungkook paused, hammer cocked over the mountain of teeth. A few of the smaller ones had snapped into pieces, and with a few more slams of the hammer they would be dust. "Ah! A brunch reservation with Lee. Lee Pyobeom."

"What should we do about him, boss?" Woosoo remarked as he eyed the slumped over Howon in the chair.

"Him, oh? Give him a little mercy. Get him to a dentist and see what they can do. After all, this was a warning to Byungtae. I'm sure he's got the message perfectly."

Being back inside the car Taehyung found that he was surprisingly calm all things considered. It wasn't that he wasn't scared (he was terrified) or that he wasn't sickened (he could taste vomit trapped at the back of his throat) but rather he just wasn't hysterical. After what had happened with Nam he hadn't even been able to breathe, entire body shivering and weak because he had done those things to the man. But not Howon. He had just held his head and nothing more. He hadn't even swung the hammer once. Taehyung was still coated in a light sheen of sweat all over his body and his heartbeat was erratic but he felt calm. Composed even. He didn't know what this meant but that was what scared him the most.

He had just seen and helped participate in torture. Yesterday he had murdered a man and today he had helped tortured one. What else was left on the list of morals to break, he wondered.

The building was nothing more than the size of a toy house in the rear-view mirror when Jungkook's phone sounded in his jacket pocket. The blaring sound dragged him out of his thoughts and Taehyung turned his head to look at him. The young man groaned and closed his eyes, reaching up with both hands to cradle his head.

"Answer that for me," Jungkook muttered as massaged at his temples. "His screams have given me a headache."

Taehyung shifted and slowly reached over so that his hand was hovering in front of Jungkook's chest. Then he swallowed hard and moved so that he could reach inside and pull the phone free from his inner pocket. Gold coloured, possibly plated or solid for he had no way of actually telling. When Taehyung held the phone up he saw that the person that was calling was labelled by a rather ambiguous nickname: Doll. So he slid his thumb across the screen and held the device to his ear.

"Hello?"

" I swear to god, darling, you better hurry the fuck up and get back and untie me! " A voice shouted down the line at him and he flinched and pulled the device away from his ear. Taehyung spared a quick glance at Jungkook before putting it back against his ear. Male voice, accent revealing him to not be from Seoul. Pleasant-sounding he supposed, if he were to be able to listen to him speak rather than shout. " It's been nearly three hours now and I'm starting to get annoyed so you- "

"He's uh..." Taehyung turned to look at him and he had to resist the most pressing urge to swallow hard. "He wants to know when you'll...untie him." Jungkook's gaze slipped to the phone for a moment and then he gestured at him to hand the device over. He hit a button and suddenly it was on speakerphone.

"How did you call me if you're still tied up, babe?" Babe? That was even better than darling and Taehyung was shocked to hear the affection coming out of his mouth. After he had just pulled a man's teeth out with a claw hammer, he was now calling another 'babe'...

" The maid ," the man on the other line explained. " She offered to call you seen as I can't, you know, being tied up! " Taehyung was shocked by how he raised his voice talking to Jungkook and yet he just smiled at the phone. That was strange. He didn't know what that meant exactly. " She can't change the sheets with me lying on them! "

"I'm sure you know how to change sheets, Jimin," Jungkook retorted. When the man on the other line muttered something about how he could his gaze shifted to look at him. Taehyung held his gaze unblinkingly in confusion. "Good."

" I'm telling her to untie me. "

"Oh really? That doesn't sound like a very smart idea..." Jungkook said as he pulled at a slight crease on the knee of his suit trousers. "Only I can untie you remember, babe, and I'm much too busy to do that."

" Sweetie, if you want me to go and collect that order then you need me to leave the apartment. How can I leave if I'm tied to a bed, mmm? " The man spoke with a rather condescending tone and Taehyung was still confused as to why Jungkook was letting him speak to him like that. Any other man would have been minus his teeth or cock at this point. " Wangbi needs to go for a walk too. Let her untie me, please and I promise to misbehave. "

"...Fine, she can untie you," Jungkook said after a moment of thought. "Collect the order, get back and get ready for work. Be sure to warm yourself up, there's four guys and I want you in at least most of the livefeed. You know that everyone wants to see you, babe, so give them a proper show."

" Aren't you going to be back home? You know I always perform better with a real audience, darling."

Taehyung turned to look at the window and for some reason he felt uncomfortable though he couldn't explain why. Hearing the other man, the man that the phone told him was nicknamed Doll talking in such a way made him feel strange. There was something so sexual about his tone and his words and he reached up to fiddle with the button of his collar errantly. Performing and giving a show? He didn't really know what that meant but there was a thought at the back of his mind that he was trying his very hardest to ignore.

"I just might, and there will be a bigger audience than usual," Jungkook replied. Taehyung whipped his head back to stare at him in absolute shock. Was he talking about him? Was he including him in this statement? What did he mean by that?

" Oh good, I look forward to- " there was a sudden burst of static down the line, for the man had started yelling in another language that was most certainly not Korean. Vietnamese maybe? Either way it sounded like a couple of words and then the same one repeated a few times, aimed at the maid no doubt. " To seeing you both. Behave, darling. "

"You know I never do." Jungkook ended the call and then the phone was back into his suit jacket pocket. "I hope they have palatable wine in this restaurant," he muttered under his breath. "Seen as the food will no doubt be shit."

It turned out that the restaurant did indeed serve palatable wine. Jungkook must have drank most of a bottle of red wine on his own and yet he didn't get outrageously drunk but rather just a little looser than usual. The young man clearly knew how much he could withstand and still remain professional. Taehyung didn't, which was why he drank a single glass and then only water. He didn't want to get drunk and start telling Lee and his associates about how he had cut a man's cock off last night. Or about how much blood there was when a man's teeth were pulled out one by one. But mostly he didn't want to turn to Jungkook completely shitfaced and tell him that he was a police officer and that he was "gonna arrest him for being such a naughty little boy".

Taehyung valued the fact he was still breathing in the young man's presence and getting drunk once had already been a mistake he wasn't planning on repeating.

The food was pretty damn good too, he supposed. It was hard to tell really, because his tongue had dried up in his mouth and rendered his tastebuds rather useless. He couldn't taste the kimchi, the samgyeopsal, any of the vegetables or even the rice. Taehyung hadn't ever needed a cigarette more than now and the fact he had went nearly two days without one was killing him. He couldn't stop gnawing on his ends of his chopsticks when no one was looking at him. His fingers were tapping and fiddling with everything because he had such a fucking need for a cigarette. So when Lee had offered one across the table he had nearly dived on the packet to accept. Jungkook turned it down but seemed to only inhale as soon as he exhaled a lungful of smoke beside him.

As it was by the time he had finished the cigarette he had ended up doubled over the toilet in the bathroom, vomiting up his entire stomach lining. The food tasted very good, in fact it tasted just as good coming up as it had going down. A double meal, how pleasant. Surprisingly enough, as he swilled his mouth out with tap water to rid the taste of vomit off his tongue, Taehyung felt much better afterwards. Purged almost. His shaking hands had stilled and he felt at peace. But he didn't look at peace. He looked worn down and Taehyung wondered how long he could keep going before Jungkook found him hideous and decided that Woo was a better after all. Older and more reliable, not prone to having breakdowns in high-class restaurant bathrooms. He didn't think that he could take much more of this.

"I gotta...gotta shut it all down. Gotta shut it all down," Taehyung muttered to his own reflection as he reached up and wiped his wet hand on the mirror. Water beaded on the glass and ran down it to distort his face. Then he managed to compose his expression and left the bathroom to go back into the restaurant.

The brunch stretched into the afternoon hours and then they were leaving to get back into the car. With it being winter the sky was starting to darken and the weather had turned cold, a bitter cold that made his cheeks turn almost numb. He was thankful that the car was warm when he climbed inside and sat back in the seat. It was only when the car started rolling down the streets along with the rest of the traffic that Taehyung recalled where they were going. Back to the apartment block of course.

"I'll go over the files," he said as he looked over at him. "As soon as we get back I'll-"

"There's someone that you need to meet," Jungkook interrupted. "Someone I want you to meet in fact. He's waiting for us back at the apartment, do you want to keep him waiting even longer?" Taehyung thought if the certain someone was the sultry male from the phone call this morning then the answer was very much: yes.

"But, Master Jeon, I should work on-"

"Ah ah ah," Taehyung saw his arm moving and then he felt the warmth of his palm settling onto his leg. A little higher than his knee but not high enough to be considered his thigh. "You've worked well, Taehyung. You've worked very hard." He dropped his eyes to study his hand. "Tomorrow the work continues so a little relaxation is perfectly fine."

Taehyung was pretty certain that he didn't breathe once over the duration of the ride to the apartment block. It was hard doing so when his mind was racing with thoughts of what exactly lay in store. Especially with Jungkook's hand on his knee and how every now and again his thumb would lightly stroke along his trouser. How could he relax after everything he had been through? Even sleep wouldn't bring peace to him for it would be broken and filled with nightmares and fear. Being unconscious would help, but that would require a great deal of alcohol or sleeping pills that he didn't have access to.

Death would be pretty relaxing, Taehyung supposed.

The elevator ride was awkward and he hated it. He hated looking at that glowing floor button on the wall and knowing he was going right up to the top. But Taehyung had no choice, he had to do what The Boy wanted. That was his life right now. If he had helped murder a man and torture another then he could handle whatever was in store for him in the apartment suite. He could hear sounds standing in the hallway outside and Taehyung furrowed his brow as Jungkook pressed his thumb against the box beside the door and then pushed it open. With the door open the sound was no longer trapped so he could hear it all perfectly. Yes his assumption had been correct: he had been hearing moans and shouts through the locked door.

"Sounds like he's still working," Jungkook remarked as he glanced over his shoulder at him. There was a smile on his face and that was when it hit him what this was.

Jungkook was running a fucking pornography production studio in his own penthouse suite.

Taehyung froze in absolute horror and he felt his stomach drop down somewhere close to his feet. This was illegal. This was so far beyond illegal that he couldn't even begin to process it all. As if producing the pornography wasn't bad enough, but right here in the suite? Shit, Taehyung himself could be arrested for standing in apartment block. All of the men in that side bedroom would be thrown in jail on prostitution and pornography charges and Jungkook would have a list as long as the bible for the offences that they could list under his name. Producing pornographic material. Distributing pornographic material. Charging and profiting, directing and soliciting and-

Taehyung swallowed hard and he watched Jungkook move to sit down on a chaise lounge across the room. There was an armchair directly facing it and the young man held an arm out and gestured for him to sit in it. It took him considerable effort to move over and sit down in the chair, bare feet on the cold marble flooring. Across the ground-floor there was another room it was all happening in and Taehyung could see inside of it. There were five men inside the room and countless cameras all rigged up around a large circular bed with white and gold sheets and pillows. They were all naked though not all were taking part currently, two were standing off to the side.

"You seem surprised?" Jungkook fixed his suit jacket and then he folded his hands nearly on top of his crossed knee. "But then again, the only man outside of the apartment block that knew about my production was Nam. And we killed him so...oops."

"Woo?"

"Woo likely has an idea but he doesn't have solid evidence unlike what Nam had. Nam supplied me his best skin. We all have our vices and our talents. Mine just happen to be one and the same. Would you like something to drink?" Jungkook asked as he shifted to get off the settee. He managed to mumble something in agreement as the young man went across the suite in the direction of the kitchen.

Taehyung didn't want to look but the chair that Jungkook had forced him to sit in was directly opposite to the other room. The doors were wide open, slide doors of course, and he could see the bed perfectly even though he wished that he couldn't. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because he could hear it all and no amount of walls would block that. The worst part was knowing that Jungkook had seated him there on purpose. The young man wanted him to see it because he knew. Deep down just like Nam, he knew exactly what he was and this was just another way of getting under his skin. A free porno just for him, hell he even had his type featuring.

Right now, with every fast glance he aimed up at the doorway he could see that tangle of bodies. The cameras blocked some of the view but not all of it. He could see clearly enough to see one young man, who he thought would be best described as a pretty boy, taking it right up the ass. He was mostly on his hands and knees, or he was until one of the other men grabbed his wrists and forced them behind his back so his head could be held down against the mattress. The sounds coming out of pretty boy's mouth were unreal and Taehyung wished that they didn't make his own mouth feel dry and his pants suddenly too constricting. Now he was just on his knees, being thrust into so fast and hard that Taehyung could hear the contact across the suite: skin against skin. Even when he looked away he could hear it.

Jungkook came back over and he held a glass of champagne out to him so he accepted it. Then the young man was settling back down on the chaise lounge, leg cocked up and arm stretched over the top in a position that showed absolute comfort. Taehyung had his knees pressed together tightly for fear of him seeing the growing tent in his trousers.

"Ah, look who it is!" Jungkook announced and when he dragged his eyes away from him he saw that massive cat heading right their way. The one from the intercom feed. It had looked like a fucking leopard then and it looked even larger in reality. It was easily the size of a dog with golden and speckled fur and large green eyes. The tips of its ears had little tufts of black fur on them. "Did you miss daddy, mmm?" The cat leisurely stalked right over to Jungkook and proceeded to rub its head against his knees. So the young man reached down to stroke at her head, eliciting a purr like that of a car engine.

"Master Jeon? Did you steal that cat from the zoo?" Taehyung joked, hoping his voice didn't sound too strained and awkward. At his words the cat opened its eyes and looked right at him; gaze piercing into his very soul. Then it was heading his way and he had to steel himself because it was so fucking intimidating seeing a cat that large.

"If you think Wangbi is wild, you should meet her owner," Jungkook remarked as the cat stood on her hind legs to sniff at his face, forepaws on his knee. Taehyung felt like he might just lose most of his skin and his nose should the animal decide she didn't like him.

"She...she's very beautiful," he managed to say, not meaning to stutter but finding it hard to talk with a wet pink nose floating right in front of his own. "I've never seen a cat like this before."

"Considering her breed I'm not surprised. Ashera. Jimin just had to have her." Jungkook rolled his eyes at this and Taehyung wondered if that was Doll's real name. And on the tail of that thought he wondered which one of the men in the bedroom he was. "Cost a lot of money but for quality like that...what can I say?"

"She's very...high quality," he agreed. It was like talking about a car rather than a cat and he wondered if he would refer to Jimin in such a way.

"You can stroke her," Jungkook said as the cat blinked languidly at him. "You can stroke her owner too, though it sounds like he's being stroked just fine right now."

To prove his point there was a series of breathless cries from the bedroom and Taehyung avoided looking at him. He couldn't avoid looking at the bedroom doorway however to see pretty boy being bearhugged from behind as he rode one of the men. His thighs were splayed wide open and every up and down movement of his hips caused his cock to bounce, hard and demanding attention as a rather weak spurt of precum dribbled out to land on the silk sheets. Pretty boy whined as he dug his heels into the bed for purchase and when he looked up his eyes locked right onto his.

Shit Taehyung had just made direct eye-contact with him. He had made eye-contact with pretty boy after staring at him and his leaking cock and he could see that he was smirking at him. Taehyung decided that that was enough looking and he turned back to Jungkook. He was staring at him too and he suddenly felt like he was trapped. This was worse than helping him wrench Howon's teeth out, Taehyung was convinced.

"Go on, stroke her, Taehyung," Jungkook said with a smile on his face. Christ, he was enjoying this too much. It was almost sadistic how much Jungkook was enjoying seeing him squirm. So Taehyung reached out and let Wangbi sniff at his hand before gently placing it on her head. Her fur was so very warm to the touch and his fingers trailed along and down to the ruff of fur around the back of her neck.

" Yes, yes!" pretty boy cried out from the bedroom, in full actor mode. " I want your cock, baby, I want it. Ah! Give it to me! " Taehyung felt his own erection twitching at this and his fingers snagged around Wangbi's fur involuntarily.

"What does she feel like?" Jungkook asked as he cocked his head. Taehyung muttered that she was beautiful, that she felt beautiful through his gritted teeth. This made the young man smile for some reason.

If pretty boy didn't stop making those noises soon then he was very much certain that he was going to cum in his trousers. If it wasn't so goddamn obvious he would excuse himself and go into the bathroom but he couldn't. Jungkook would know that he was in there jerking himself off like a horny teenage boy and he couldn't have that. This was a battle of wills with him right now and he wasn't going to lose. He was determined to show Jungkook that his little sadistic game wasn't getting to him, that he could keep his cool. Except pretty boy wasn't going to stop making noises and help him win because he was now sandwiched between two bodies, looking so very small and delicate and yet apparently capable of taking two men at the same time.

Jesus Christ.

It was another few minutes until the activity in the bedroom stopped and when it did Taehyung almost cried in relief. The men involved all left the room one by one fully dressed without saying a word, without even looking at Jungkook or him. Jungkook stared at him enough for all of them however, for his eyes almost burnt into his face. He didn't see pretty boy leave. He did however hear the sound of a shower bursting to life from somewhere else in the penthouse and when the sound cut off shortly afterwards Jungkook seemed to have gotten bored of staring at him.

"Babe, are you finished?"

"Yes, darling," a voice called out, one that he was pretty fucking certain that he knew. In fact he was certain that he had heard it screaming out and moaning for quite some time now. But Taehyung still gnawed on his lip in nervous anticipation anyway. There was a flash of movement across the room a moment later, a sudden flash of what looked like black silk, and then he was stepping out of the bedroom to enter the main area.

Of course Jimin was pretty boy.

The sight of him slinking across the room in that ridiculous silk bathrobe was enough to make Taehyung's heart do the triple jump in his chest. It was so short and it was rather pointless he wore it all things considered. When Jimin bent down to kiss Jungkook the bathrobe shifted and revealed most of his ass. Taehyung stared at the soft rises of flesh, mottled bruises running up his very inner thighs up and to-

He dragged his eyes away to look at Wangbi instead. The cat stared at him with an expression that said he had been caught out. Staring like a fucking pervert.

"Oh, he's a pretty one isn't he?" Jimin declared as he moved to sit on the armrest right beside him. Like he could talk. Taehyung stared at him dumbly and he laughed. "Such big eyes! Did you enjoy the show? I saw you watching me." He moved one of his hands over to run it up the back of his arm. Taehyung wanted to respond to this but all that came out was a stammered load of nonsense.

"Keep asking him questions like that and you'll see how much bigger his eyes can get," Jungkook remarked as he lifted his glass and took a deep swallow of champagne. "Did you collect the order, babe?"

"Of course I did, I always do what you ask me to," Jimin replied as he moved to pluck the champagne glass out of his fingers. Taehyung let him have the untouched drink, for he had lost interest in it. He had been too scared of choking on it earlier and making a scene. Jimin lifted the flute and quaffed it hard, throwing his head back and swallowing it in one mouthful. Then he leaned over to place in on the opposite armrest and his chest almost brushed against the end of Taehyung's nose. He smelled perfume and scented lotion that he was more than certain was cocoa butter. Of course he would smell as delicious as he looked and- "It's in your office, darling."

"Taehyung keeps performing so well that I keep needing to keep track of his rewards," Jungkook said as he shifted to place the empty glass beside his feet. "First Nam, yesterday evening and today another helping hand."

"Oh Nam?" Jimin turned his head to look down at him and Taehyung risked a quick glance up at his face. God, Jungkook had wonderful taste not only in suits and cars it would seem, for Jimin was absolutely gorgeous. He looked to be a little older than Jungkook, so perhaps closer to his age instead. Black hair and tanned skin that almost glowed under the suite lights, he had rather small features: thin eyes that currently still had the smudged remains of kohl around the lash line that the shower water hadn't washed free, a delicately pointed nose. But his lips...his lips were the feature that stood out the most to Taehyung's eyes. Plush and perfectly shaped, lifting to show a rather mischievous smile. What would it feel like to have those lips pressed against his, he wondered? "You helped clean up that little mess?"

"I...I did," Taehyung managed to reply through a rather restricted throat.

"Did you enjoy it?" Jimin asked, and the sudden question caught him off-guard. He stared at him and from across the room came soft laughter, from Jungkook of course. "You don't have to be ashamed to admit it if you did. We understand, don't we, darling?"

"More than anyone else," Jungkook agreed in an amused tone.

"I...I was scared," Taehyung said in a near whisper. Jimin's hand moved from his own thigh to touch the back of his head and he realised that he was stroking his hair. Just like Jungkook had done that night with Nam, just like he had done to Wangbi a moment ago. "I dunno what I felt. I was just scared."

"Scared of being hurt, or scared of the power?" Jimin asked him as his fingers played with the lengths of his hair.

"Of being caught," he explained and for a few seconds the penthouse fell silent. Then the two other men were laughing at what he had just said and Taehyung felt his heart skip up into the back of his mouth. "Wuh-what?"

"Caught?" Jungkook grinned at him and then once again, he was given a brief applause. "A wonderful joke there, Taehyung. Caught by whom? The police?" Taehyung stared at him for a moment and then he let out his own sheepish laugh. "Which one is it, being hurt or the power, Taehyung?"

"I...I dunno, Master Jeon I-"

"Master?" Jimin raised his eyebrows at this. "Is he still making you call him 'Master'?" Jungkook explained that only in front of Haedogje Pa men did he need to use the title. "Good, let him call you something more fitting."

"Like?"

"Brat prince," Jimin joked and it made Jungkook sigh and reach up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Fucking Nam was a pig but that was a good one, I'll admit to that. Is the reward Taehyung earned for getting rid of him in your office?" The other man agreed with a nod that that was the case. Jimin moved so fast that Taehyung caught a waft of perfume and then he felt his lips brushing against the side of his head. His finger snagged in the back of his hair, no longer stroking. The sensation of them pulling caught him by surprise and he felt a hard throb between his thighs.

"Any time you want, you and me in the bedroom," Jimin breathed against his ear as his fingers trailed down his neck. His other hand moved over to press right down on his crotch and Taehyung swallowed a moan. "We can set up the cameras and the whole world can watch you fuck me. How's that for a reward?" The heel of his hand ground down and his fingers seized hold of the fabric of his trousers. "Even Jungkook can watch, he likes watching." Then he was shifting to sit back upright again and Taehyung felt a hot wetness against his thigh and he just knew that Jimin knew what had happened.

"Get the box," Jungkook ordered as he ran his own fingers along his spare cushion beside him. Jimin got off the armrest, sparing a final smirk back at him before he crossed the room and went in the direction of the staircase. Taehyung didn't watch him ascend but he heard the soft padding of his bare feet as he disappeared out of sight. He returned a minute later carrying a thin and small wooden box which he then handed to Jungkook. There was no table between the pieces of furniture and so Jimin shifted to get on his hands and knees with a wide smile, just like a cat. Jungkook got to his feet and he placed the wooden box down on his spine. Then he hunkered down in front of him, elbows folded on his thighs.

"Open the box, Taehyung. Your reward is inside."

Taehyung eyed the box for a few seconds because he didn't the know what to expect. It was a dark wooden lacquer box and it was fragrant with something that smelled like polish. Perhaps it was the wood or perhaps what was inside. Then he reached over with slightly shaking hands and he popped the two gold clasps on the front up so that he could lift the lid. Inside there was lush red silk lining and nestled inside of that was a cold unmistakable gleam of black steel.

There was a gun inside the box.