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jungkook isn't quite sure how long he spends weakly pulling at the chains around his wrists and ankles, the metal cutting deep into his skin and leaving them bloody and raw. he didn't care about that, he cared about the giant plate of food just out of grasp. it was only now he regretted speaking such dirty words to the mafia leader. but at the same time, he had no regret. jung hoseok deserved every word he said.

fuck it.

the boy lets out a defeated sigh and finally slumped against the stone wall again, curling up into his small and frail body, trying to gain a bit more heat. he was reaching a near three days without food, luckily jung had given him some water otherwise he would most likely be dead quite soon. not that anyone around here would be concerned.

with a quiet squeak, jungkook squints his eyes as a small sliver of light illuminates his pale face, a figure sneaking into the room before the door closes even more silently again. he tenses up slightly and sits up with an alarmed expression, thinking it was hoseok who wanted to once again degrade any piece of dignity he had lingering in his body.

"sorry...did i wake you?" well that definitely wasn't the cold and heartless jung hoseok.

jungkook tilted his head while furrowing his brows, his eyes slightly wide with curiosity as a smiling figure came into his view. his black curly hair was covering his forehead and most of his eyes, slim body covered completely in black clothing — dress pants, button-up, sweater, socks, shoes.

"n-no.." he mentally curses himself for stuttering but it doesn't even matter because the mystery male is tilted his head curiously and crouching down in front of the jeon kid.

"hm..you still look pretty without any blood on your face i guess." the taller shrugs before properly sitting criss-cross in front of jungkook, folding his hands in his lap with a wide boxy smile.

"'m taehyung! sorry i wanted to kill your dad a few days ago...it's just my hyungs never let me do much around here except cook and clean." a sad and petulant pout crosses across his lips as he stares down at his own lap, shoulders slumped a tiny bit.

jungkook still has his gaze fixed on the stranger's eyes, even if they aren't in direct contact. trust no one in this giant palace of hell.

"you're a quiet kid- you wouldn't be much fun to play with anyways." taehyung huffed a bit and crossed his arms while looking around the basement, a glint of what could be fear flashing through his sparkly eyes. he quickly averted his gaze and looked back at jungkook with the same smile, just a bit darker and sadder.

"oh! you never ate...aish that asshole never gave you the plate. i put hard work into this hmph!" it's almost adorable how much the male is pouting and huffing about something so minor, but jungkook doesn't judge. taehyung seems cute and innocent and all, but a piece of his still stable mind tells him this male is fucking crazy.

"here ya go, eat up!" he almost flinches in surprise when a generous spoonful of food is held in front of him, staring at the solid before hesitantly opening his mouth.

if the jung mafia wanted to kill me, i highly doubt it would be through poisoning my food — too easy and too lazy.

taehyung makes no other noise as he feeds the younger, thankfully, because jungkook couldn't stand all the talk like he wasn't chained in a dark basement against his will by the most powerful mafia in all of south korea.

when the jeon boy finally talks, his voice is slightly raspy and muffled from lack of use and lack of hydration. "are you friends with jung?"

the male's smile falters a bit and he shrugs, placing down the silverware onto the now empty plate. "hoseok doesn't really have 'friends' but i suppose minnie and i are the closest to that. he's closer to him than me though...i only came here about three years ago."

jungkook just nods and sinks his head in his hands until a loud shriek jolts him from his small relaxing moment.

"s-shit, jiminie is gonna kill me!" taehyung scrambles to get on his feet, eyes wide and cheeks flushes a light pink, all flustered now. "and my ass is history...okay...bye bye kid!" he gives a tiny wave to the chained male before practically flying up the stairs and out of the room, slamming the door shut which makes jungkook wince at such a loud sound.

as the silence grows in the dim room, the boy lets out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding and huffs out a laugh.

interesting friends you have jung hoseok.

"s-sir i didn't mean to do any of this, i just wanted t-"

"fucking shut your mouth taehyung." and oh how much it hurt when hoseok said his full name like that, the once sweet word now dipped in ire and then coated with malice on top of it.

"you not only revealed your own name, but also jimin's name and most likely your relationship too. this boy is weak okay? but he's not completely stupid." the leader bangs his fist on the desk with a loud noise, making the boy bow his head with teary eyes and a quivering lip. he hated being scolded by both hoseok and jimin. it made him feel just as worthless as jungkook probably felt right now.

"c'mon seok, loosen up. that jeon kid can't do anything anyways. and you said it yourself, draining him of all resistance is the key to everything. no matter how much information we give him, what can he really do with it? call the cops- pfft." jimin bites his bottom lip and watches his boyfriend carefully, knowing he already knew what was coming later for him. they've been together for two and a half years now, nothing was a surprise anymore.

"whatever. most of us have code names in place for a reason here, clearly you need a strong reminder. as well as a reminder to not associate with that useless jeon kid. do i make myself clear kim taehyung?"

taehyung quickly nods and bows his head even more, trying to not let his sensitive head get to the best of him. "y-yes sir, i'm sorry. it won't happen again."

hoseok hums and sinks back down into his seat with a loud sigh, gripping tighter onto the gun tucked into his pants. he waves a hand as a dismissal for both males to leave quickly before he shot someone else. two people already died today from his relentless and reckless anger — that was enough for now.

immediately after the two boys bow to their boss, jimin grips onto his boyfriend's arm and practically drags him out with a protective hand on his lower back, so close to the plump curve that was his bottom.

taehyung huffed childishly and followed along with the slightly elder male, gaze travelling to the staircase he had only gone down minutes before hand.

but it was clear in his head that he would definitely be back.

written with -mooniris
( wattpad is a b-tch sometimes ;-; )

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