"Check it out! Twelve o'clock! Your man just walked in!" a honey-sweet, teasing voice, covered by the thundering, almost deafening music, yelled, pointing his blond head towards the entrance door. The younger, standing next to him at the bar, huffed and threw a deadly threatening glare to his stupid friend.
"Fuck you, shorty! He ain't my man!" he gasped, shaking the black shaker in his hands, pouring the strong liquid into two cocktail glasses, placing them on the counter as the waiter grabbed a hold of the tray and fended off.
"Tell him that. He's coming your way and he's coming on too strong, Kook! He seems..pissed for some reason."
"He's gonna land on my strong fist if he doesn't get his shit together." The younger growled, his fury sprang to life. "I've had enough of his bullshit."
Jimin roared in mocking laughter. "You've got a bad mouth, Kook."
"Damn right I do when I have to deal with assholes." He blew a gasket, checking his next order and grabbing a bottle of whiskey, avoiding to spare a glance at him. He poured ice cubes in four Rocks glasses, adding bourbon, stirring to cool it.
"Be careful! You'll get fired if they hear you calling the boss an asshole."
"Don't give a fuck! Let them. He can give me the sack if he's got the balls."
"We can't afford to lose this job, remember? We came here for a specific reason and despite what we have to put up with every single night, we must be strong." Jimin turned his head towards Kook, widening his eyes, hoping he'd get the hint without further analysis.
Jungkook's eyes darkened, losing their usual sparkness, grasping Jimin's words. He knew he had to keep his big mouth shut and endure that awful man's presence and everything that came along with it. Jungkook wasn't accustomed to this sort of environment or behaviour. He hated the dirt he was surrounded by but all he kept thinking was his noble cause. The reason for being there.
"Ok.. you've made your point! I'll be careful."
"Jokes aside, you have to admit he's as handsome as the devil!" The older continued the taunting a few minutes later to lighten up the mood.
"Shut the fuck up, Jimin!" His jaw hardened. He was up the wall with all this nonsense and Jimin's idiotic persistence and childish behaviour. He couldn't obviously admit that that asshole was deadly handsome in a primitively wild, savage way. His mystical aura blended his stomach and caused his blood to boil in his veins. "He is the devil!"
Dark,shiny hair, neatly tucked behind, often wondering how the hell he could tame them because his were constantly messy and trumpy. Chiseled, prominent jaw. Full, plump lips, resembling a sharp bow and piercing, mysterious eyes that somehow stripped him bare, intensifying his extreme racing heartbeat, apparently from disgust.And unlike everyone else he seemed to devour him with a single glance.
"He's flat and ordinary. There's nothing unique about him. Just another rich, self-centred narcissistic sex freak," he goaded, grimacing.
"Now I know you're lying, Kook! I've picked up how you.. check him out every time he shows up. Nothing wrong admitting he's so good looking!"
"Hell no! I don't check him out! I glare with disgust and strict disapproval." He leaned on the counter, elbows resting, twirling his head feeling too stiff. Saturdays were all hands on deck. The club, the infamous ' Black Swan' was swarming with people, mostly rich and bored, sloshing in heavy booze, boogying their butts and burning the candle at both ends. Upstairs because downstairs in the restricted, private area, people were engaging in different kinds of activities!
In this shit hole, in this Godforsaken place, money could buy anything. Sex with multiple partners, men and women in VIP rooms, swinging between couples, Bdsm in dungeons for the businessmen who were craving to experience dominance. Orgies and gangbangs for those seeking extreme pleasure, testing their boundaries. And there were those who enjoyed watching or being watched when fucked. The club had entertainment for all sorts of twisted minds and willing men and women employed by the club to participate in them.
Jungkook found it gross and despicable, making his stomach heave in revulsion. Young boys and girls, no more than twenty, selling their bodies to the highest top dog. Old, sleazy men touching young flesh with their dirty hands.
Kim fucken Taehyung was one of them! Owner of half the club, his tastes were no better, involving both boys and girls. During the last year, Kook had witnessed his incurable, starving hunger for sex, the exploitation and relentless usage of his good looks and fat wallet, to lure them into his bed, being accompanied or walking away with different partners every single night. On some occasions with more than one partner. His tastes needed variety. The more, the merrier!
The rumours surrounding his name were sundry and contradictive. His preference was young boys between nineteen and twenty two tops, as well as provocative bimbos with brains in the size of a pea! An ambiguous, leaden aura enveloped his existence. Nobody knew much about him except he was filthy rich, extravagantly corrupted, dangerous, and banging everything that walked and talked. Moreover, he had the annoying tendency of provoking him every chance he got!
That overbearing mother fucker was giving him a hard time when showing his ugly face into the club and Kook was sick and tired of acting cool and dismissing his squalid flirting. He was running out of patience, tolerance and soon enough he'd burst and give him a taste of his fist!
"Kook! Kook! Are you lost again! Snap out of it!" Jimin elbowed him, taking him out of his trance.
"I'm cool!" he lied casually.
"Don't flip. He's approaching. Smile. Be nice. Don't forget he's our boss and pays us!" Jimin reminded him in an effort to cool his jets if that was humanly possible.
"How's this for a smile?" He stretched his lips, his white, bunny teeth fully visible, fake smiling.
"You look like the Joker, Kook. More natural..like this.." he flashed a huge smile and got a 'what the fuck' in return.
Kim Taehyung pranced through the crowd, sashaying his feet in overconfidence, one hand wedged in his pocket, the other one vaguely wavering back and forth, exhibiting a strong power pose in his dark, blue navy suit, worth thousands of dollars. He commanded the room with a brooding presence. A man of shadows and deep secrets. He barely spared a glance at the flawless beauties around him, seeking for something else.
Their eyes met for an instant, the younger bottled his raging heart up, ignoring the pounding, averted his gaze and Taehyung changed direction, heading towards the elevator for the down floor, probably his private room. Kook breathed freely and his body muscles loosened. He was off the hook, at least for tonight! He indulged himself in a shot of whiskey, swagged it, flaming his throat and lungs but providing euphoria and relaxation.
As long as he'd stay away from him in a safe distance he'd be fine. Apparently, tonight he wouldn't boss him to get him his usual drink in his VIP room like every night, constantly provoking him with disgusting sexual hints and light dirty talking. However, to his surprise, he avoided making any inappropriate moves or touching him.
What Kook resented or couldn't stand, causing his stomach to coil, his blood to boil and the powerful desire to puke hard to resist, was that sometimes he was coerced to watch him engaging in.. activities he found gut-churning! That sickening feeling of loathing and nausea, sending him straight to the bathroom.
He wrinkled his round nose and narrowed his eyebrows at the image of young boys rubbing against each other or on Taehyung's thighs, sticking his tongue down their throat, groping their asses.
Naked girls displaying their breasts like some damn trophy, waiting to be sucked or breastfeed his sorry ass! And as much as he fancied breasts, that was a definite turn off for him!
"I guess he doesn't 'want' you tonight," Jimin remarked teasingly, wiggling his perfectly shaped brows.
"Well thank God for that!Having to deal with him is a mood killer."
Jimin leaned on the counter, resting his jaw on his folded arms. "And how is our mood?"
"Great! More than great!" He flashed a fake smile without daring to look at him, because Jimin could read him like an open book.
"Is it fair to assume last night with that gorgeous blond went..as you hoped for?"
"Dah! I nailed it! I scored! Thanks for staying at Yoongi's."
"The least I could do to help my brother touch the finish line." He winked and bombarded him with questions. "So how was it? Did you break the bed? Do we need to buy another one? Was it like fireworks? How many times did you..score? Huh?"
Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, pouring a second shot of whiskey. "You know how I hate sharing personal information."
"You? Don't make me laugh! Come on, Kook.." He elbowed him. "I'm dying to know!" he yelled, a little too excited.
Jungkook poked his tongue, wishing he'd quit pestering him with questions and leave him the fuck alone. He so needed to smoke right now.
"It was okay!" he blurted out and instantly regretted it.
"Just okay? Watching a movie is okay. Taking a stroll is okay. Having dinner is okay. Banging the hot chick you've been chasing for two months should be OHHHHH MY GODDDD!"
"Jimin! Stop fooling around! Not in the mood for one of your interrogations!" He picked up a towel, thoroughly cleaning the bar and throwing away the empty bottles in the bin.
Jimin studied him carefully. Every expression on his face. How he nibbled on his lower lip and booped his nose. How his eyes turned sad and gloomy, searching around for a way out. Every gesture of his body. The intense shrugging of his broad shoulders as if the weight of the world was too much for him to carry.
How he was gripping onto the towel, hectically cleaning the counter,leaving it spotless. Something was definitely off! He could tell. They had known each other since they were infants,and grew up together. Kook couldn't hide his true feelings from his brother. But he didn't insist. Making him feel bad or increasing his insecurities was the last thing he wanted so he changed the subject.
" I'm glad you had fun, Kook. You deserve it."
Jungkook awkwardly smiled." Thanks man."
" It's our day off tomorrow." he reminded him."What would you like to do? Play video games? Movies and pizza?"
" I'll pass Chim. You go out with Yoongi hyung and have a blast and I'll crash home doing nothing but sleep and eat."
" You can come with us."
" Three is a crowd, buddy. Besides, watching you two eating each other's mouths is not my ideal fun!"
" Promise we'll behave!"
" That's what you always say and I end up seeing you on top of Yoongi practically doing it! Thanks but no thanks!" he insisted. The last thing he needed was the happy couple doing unholy staff before his eyes. Of course he was thrilled his brother had found his perfect match and hyung was one hell of a guy but it kind of reminded him of his pitiful situation.
" I can't make you change your mind?" He cutely blinked his hazelnut eyes.
" Nope! Have fun!"
They were so absorbed in their conversation,they failed to notice the Floor Executive Do- yun ,coming their way.
" Jungkook mr.Kim requested his usual drink in his room."
The younger 's face contorted and cursed through his gnashed teeth." I'll have it ready in a minute and ask one of the waiters to take it."
" He specifically asked you to do it."
" Why me again? I'm a bartender not a waiter." he firmly protested.
" Look, I understand it's not in your job description but he's your boss. He demands,you execute." Do-yun replied casually." Don't cause trouble,kid." He gave him a nod and walked away, leaving behind a rageful Kook,balling his fists and scrunching his lips together.
It was so infuriating to have to put up with Kim's behaviour that somehow was escalating as time went by. At first,a year ago when Kim became the owner of half the club,the creep paid no attention to him. Jungkook would simply enter his office mostly, serve him his drinks,get a nod and leave. Later on, he would check him out from head to toe for a few minutes, smirk like the devil and go back to his work.
That was a relief!However,during the last few months,he began throwing converted sexual hints,became a little bolder calling him in his VIP room and the blant flirting was producing waves of wrath to Jungkook.
He couldn't for the life of him understand why he kept pestering him when his money could buy him the company he needed to 'proom' his urges. And the last few weeks were a real torment and a test for the younger's patience. The sexual insinuations,the hidden meaning behind them and the scornful mockery of his sexual orientation was bending him out of shape. Oh Kim had balls and Jungkook wanted to crush them!
" Didn't see that coming." Jimin commented,patting his back.
" The guy is insufferable! I swear I'm gonna punch his face!"
" Chill! Not if you want to continue working here. Remember why we came to this shit hole in the first place."
" How can I forget? It's the only thing that keeps me going."
Jimin got a hold of two bottles of whiskey, mr.Kim's favourite,Yamazaki 55 year-old from the shelf behind them where they kept the good stuff,filled the ice bucket, put an ice tong on the side and set them on a tray."Off you go!" He handed him the tray and reminded him." Be cool, polite. Don't fuck up."
Jungkook faintly nodded, twirling his head from side to side,taking deep breaths and shuffling his feet to the stairs. He hated confined spaces and avoided them,humming a song to calm his raging heart and,before he knew it,he was standing outside Kim's private room. He knocked,no reply. Knocked again,still nothing." Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed multiple times,turning around and making his way to one of the playrooms. Number 7.
This time he banged the door with his fist and without waiting for a reply,he entered. The room carried a sharp mix of smoke and musk. In the distance moans creaked and clashed but he was too frustrated to pay attention. Lighting was low enough to create a revolting,sexy atmosphere but not too low to feel unsafe.
He felt a breeze of warmth squashing him the moment he stepped in. Unwillingly,his gaze combed the area,slowly dragging it on the head of the man comfortably sitting on the black,Windback chair,his back turned to the door,facing at the huge glass window,too preoccupied with the two young,half naked boys, kissing and grinding on each other's cocks by the grey,metal pole.
Behind them a playroom full of naked people having sex in couples,threesomes, foursomes, engaging in straight up orgies. Some on their knees, between a circle of hungry men,sucking cocks in turns and jerking them off. Some laid on tables giving blowjobs and being fucked from behind by multiple men,others fucking women from both..entrances or having them swallowing their cum laid on the floor. In the background his eyes caught a glimpse of a man and a woman tied from the ceiling and whipped all over their bodies.
It made his skin crawl, leaving a bad taste in his already bitter mouth. He should have gotten used to the idea that he'd eventually face this dreadful sight but obviously he wasn't prepared.His stomach stirred in disgust, certain his next stop would be the bathroom, spilling his guts out. Reluctantly,he lumbered to the left side of the man,the tray still on his hand, standing above him next to the black, marble accent table.
" Your order..sir." The music was low and sensual, matching the unbearable sexual sight and despite the slight trembling in his voice,the man didn't seem to grasp it or notice his presence,too bemused in watching strangers fucking. The younger, seriously pissed and impatient to leave,striving to keep his feign of politeness,set the tray on the table ready to run out and empty his stomach in the bathroom as always!
"I didn't tell you to go." His busky, hoarse voice made Jungkook gulp.
" Sorry sir..you were too busy and I have work to do so I assumed I was no longer needed." he answered back cockily. Was it too hot in there or was it him? Sweating like a pig,sensing the tickling sensation of sweat running along his spine. He felt stifling and suffocated inside his uniform.
His freshly ironed,white button-down, long sleeved shirt was sticking on his chest and shoulders. His once comfortable,black pants were now too damn tight around his ass and fit thighs, squeezing him and the black tie seemed to smother him and compelling him to take sharp breaths.
" You're not paid to think or assume Jeon. Only to serve and obey."
" Yes sir." He rasped his teeth, unable to hold back his tongue but forced to, thinking of his job and the reason that brought him to this dump to begin with.
" Fix me a drink."
Kook threw a few ice cubes in the glass,poured some whiskey and offered it to him. As Taehyung gripped it,their fingers accidentally brushed and Jungkook quickly pulled his hand back.
Taehyung's gaze was fixed on the groups of men and women fucking in every possible position and ignored the two boys putting up a show to gain his attention." Interesting sight, don't you think Jeon?"
" If you say so. " he replied indifferently with disgust,darting his gaze from them to his feet.
The man's lips formed a malicious smirk,making him look more dangerous." You find this too repulsive for your tastes, don't you Jeon? It's a twisted world for eccentric people. They constantly test their boundaries, trying to find pleasure or joy. Something to fill the emptiness of their lives.I'm kind of conservative. I prefer a much more gentle and less intimidating approach."
' Gentle approach my ass!' he thought to himself.Jungkook bubbling from anger,really wanted to speak his mind,punch his ugly face and tell him to fuck off especially from the way he justified their sick games and corruption.However the moment he opened it,he shut it, thinking of Jimin's words and his cause. If he spoke , he'd be kicked out in no time. Although during the first couple of months Taehyung threw hints and made sexual insinuations,he wasn't that bold.
When Jungkook was in that room,doing his job to the best of his ability, swallowing the filth of the rich world, the glass was never open and he wasn't forced to see them,doing whatever they were doing!The last few days have been hell as he was getting bolder and bolder,pissing him off, testing his patience and limits. He knew that at some point he had to draw a line and make him shut the fuck up!
"You're right Mr Kim. I don't like it."
" I've always wondered why you chose to work in a place like this, knowing exactly what happens behind closed doors."
Jungkook gulped but looked unbothered." The money sir. I have to make a living. It serves my purpose."
" And what's your purpose besides fixing excellent drinks?" He sounded amused for some reason.
Although it was none of his damn business Jungkook gave him a truthful answer only because he needed to set the record straight!"I'd like to open my own gym one day and this job helps me achieve it." Well,part of it was true as he had enough money to make his dream come true.
" You're being honest. Rare these days. However,that's a part of life too." He lifted his hand, pointing at the glass."These people hide their own truth like you. They fulfill their dreams and desires."
" They are entitled to but I'm not into swinging or engaging in these sorts of..things. I like exclusiveness in a relationship or in my bed."
" I forgot! You're straight." he pointed out in a contemptuous tone.
" That's true,sir."
" You don't know what you're missing. The thrill of being with a man who knows which buttons to push to drive you crazy, begging for more. The intensity of two strong bodies colliding,in the quest of pleasure. Sex is more passionate and rough. Once you try it,you won't need or want to fuck a woman. I can assure you."
Jungkook clenched his fists,biting his lips and chewing the piercing on the right side." I told you I'm straight and not interested in having sex with a man."
Taehyung's lips curved into a devilish smirk,cocking his head to the side." If you change your mind, I'd love to help you explore the endless carnal aspects of being fucked to oblivion."
The younger scoffed, filled with rage." What makes you think I'll bottom for anyone? If I were to be with a man,I'd be topping him!" he served him a straightforward, arrogant reply, folding his arms on his chest.
" From experience I can't imagine you as a top. You're a bottom Jeon."
" Keep your opinion to yourself..sir."
" I have grown to admire you.You're one of a kind!" He swagged the whiskey, hissing.
" I believe so,sir." He understood the mocking tone of his voice and responded in the same way.
" Always knew you were unique. Working at a club like this,most people would allow themselves to participate in twisted fantasies, embracing their sexuality,and get a taste of something entirely different..but no! Not you! You possess an admirable willpower to resist temptation." He slowly got up,stood in front of him, towering over him with his dominant presence,stooped over and lisped.
" I'll enjoy breaking it." His long,veiny fingers crawled on Jungkook's lips, trailing the outline and caressing his ring with him stepping back in disgust not fear. Jungkook was plunky and audacious!It was the first time Kim had touched him and he felt hot and sick.
" I'm intrigued" he slightly rubbed his clothed shaft." by your resistance. The way you fight back and speak your mind knowing I can fire you in a blink of an eye."
A high-powered, musky scent attacked the younger 's nostrils. The man's eyes pierced through his, flooding him with equivocal emotions. Fury, vexation,intederable repulsion,whisking his insides and an inexplicable, unwanted heartbeat. Jungkook conveyed it to his inadmissible provocation and his loath for the man.
" I sell alcohol sir, not myself. My body is mine and I decide with whom I sleep with. Women only." he emphasized,taking another step back, Taehyung one forward till Jungkook found himself pinned against the door." You can fire me but you damn well know I'm good at my job. In fact I'm excellent. I'm a fast learner, intelligent ,quick and the bar makes the most profit in my shift."
" True.. or perhaps you're so handsome Jeon and people storm in just to look at your pretty face."
" I hate to boast but it could be..Mr Kim!"
Jungkook's heated gaze and words cause a fire inside Taehyung 's soul. He loved his self-conceit regarding his abilities and he was right. Jeon and Park's shift made five times the profit the two others did together per night.
" You are so full of yourself Jeon. I can imagine you're passionate and cocky in bed too.."That sneer Jungkook hated made a remarkable appearance on the man's lips." Now I'm even more intrigued to break your resistance and see how vulnerable I can make you.."
Heat seared the inside of Jungkook's throat turning to a muffled growl. How dare he? How dare he speak to him as if he was some pathetic,weak Omega and him a strong Alpha male in fanfic? Jungkook was a badass, not taking shit from anyone, especially a dickweed like him.
He balled his hands into fists,his knuckles turning white. The world around him retroceded,flooding him with seething wrath. His wrinkles deepened as he flashed a fake smile at the cocky smirk of the strong-headed asshole in close proximity. He wished he could claw it off his fucken face with his bare hands.
" It aint gonna happen..sir. I'm not for sale. I'm off limits for you. Choose another victim willing to sell himself to your wallet."
" Everyone is for sale Jeon. Name your price. Whatever you want,you'll get. I can be extremely generous when I want something or.. someone." Taehyung was too damn close to him, which was dangerous,his stimulating vanilla scent driving him wild from desire. He smiled sinfully revealing a row of white teeth.
" You can't bribe me. I'm priceless and way out of your league..with all do respect sir. Simply doing my job and trying to survive. May I go now?"
" Not just yet! I haven't had so much fun in a while." Jungkook was trapped between his strong arms, backed into the door,the man's face near-at-hand.
" I ain't here for your amusement." he snorted, eyes piercing every pore of the man's body in a mocking way. He grabbed his right wrist, squeezed it and easily pulled it down,shuffling out of his trap." If there's nothing else sir I'll be out of your way and leave you to enjoy the show!" he wiggled his eyebrows,fake smiling.
He slowly turned around,opened the door and closed it behind him, nice and cool.. The music thundered in his chest as he stumbled towards the nearest bathroom with a splitting headache smashing his temples. He was so mad! So freaking mad and revolted. His suppressed emotions had piled up,searching for a getaway and vomiting was how he dealt with all sorts of problems and feelings since he was a kid. It was a reaction he dismissed and disliked but couldn't control and nevertheless was there every time he felt stressed,angry,raving mad,like now!
Perhaps due to his tough upbringing,the rough first couple of years of his life, the lack of love and affection,the constant battle to survive and make it through the next day.
Each gait felt heavier than the previous and waves of nausea rolled through him like a tsunami crashing against the shore. He pressed a hand on the cool,white tile wall ,his heart racing ,his breath quickening. Just as he reached the small toilet his stomach clenched violently. A muffled gag left his lips and before he could brace himself,he was hunched over,the contents of his stomach erupted into the bowl with a force that made him dizzy and tears stained his eyes.
The strong,acrid smell filled the small area, blending with the lingering scent of smoke and expensive booze. Once the heaving subsided,he felt relief. He rose up, marching his feet to the sink,rinsing water on his flustered face probably from anger, scrubbing his mouth,breathing heavily, cursing and banging his hands on the sink and wall next to the mirror.
" Mother fucker! Asshole! Son of a bitch! Fuck you Kim. Fuck you! I could kill you!" He felt wrath and kind of dirty remembering his sleazy fingers touching his lips,smelling his awful scent on his clothes. He kept rinsing water, scrubbing and washing his mouth,spitting the water repeatedly to get rid of his stink. He slammed his hand on the wall,next to the mirror, trembling.
His jaw clenched, muscles tensed and screamed,voice hidden by the ear splitting music in the distance. He bit his lips tasting blood then went silent. A known pattern he was used to.The nerve of that bloody fucker! He was fed up with dealing with Kim and that shit hole of a club. If it hadn't been for his mission, he'd run as far away,back to Busan,to his hyungs and the safety of his home.
Jin hyung would hug him tightly, caressing his hair, saying all the right words to make him feel better and forget his troubles or cook delicious food for him! Namjoon hyung would read him one of those bizarre books only intellectuals could grasp and he'd pretend to understand. Jimin would most likely piss him as always and he'd let him. Oh how he had missed the good, old days!
Jungkook was seriously considering taking a few days off and going home. He glanced at himself in the mirror,taking a breather,fixing his uniform and peeping through the door,he rushed upstairs to Jimin. His safe place. His brother in arms. He was probably the only one who could ease the monster of rage bubbling inside him.
Jimin realized from the second he saw him storming into the bar,blowing fumes that Mr Kim had done it again. It wasn't hard for his friend's fury to ignite and their boss possessed the power to cause a massive explosion. He was coming on to him too damn oppressive for Kook's standards.
" How did it go? "he asked, frowning.
" Don't want to get into it."
" That bad,huh?" Jimin offered him a glass of iced water that Kook gulped down,hoping to erase the dryness of his throat." What did he do this time? "
" I said drop it! I don't want to row with you Jimina."
" Suit yourself. Our shift ends in an hour. You'll spill everything when we get home."
" What part of 'I don't want to talk about it', didn't you get? I'm sick and tired of this. I wanna go home and forget about it."
Jimin shut his big mouth and concentrated on the pile of orders for their impatient, thirsty for booze customers. Jungkook had his hands full fixing drinks, occasionally chatting with the customers, casually flirting with women, complimenting them,hearing them complain about their lives,asking for advice. You name it,he heard it. An excellent bartender had to possess the 5P's. Precision, Passion, Presentation , Personality, Professionalism
He was a kind of a confessor for lost souls,a healer for their pain. He couldn't remember how many times he had carried drunken people out of the club and into taxis,always looking at his best.
To his surprise and relief, Mr Kim had left an hour later, prancing through the crowd, his arms hooked around the two boys' waists,not spearing him a glance. Not that he minded! Work was easier without him in the club. However,his frustration grew stronger,watching them leave together to whatever they were heading to do God knows what! Despicable!
He continued working and as soon as the club emptied from customers,him and Jimin cashed up, delivered it to Do-yun,checked the stock and arranged the new orders,so as the boys' tomorrow have them,collected the glassware and utensils, washed them,cleaned the bar counter and they were done!
Jungkook's muscles were dead stiff,his feet hurt and was in need of a hot bath. They grabbed their stuff from their lockers and got out from the back door,leading to an alley where Kook had parked his baby..his Harley!
" Hop on." He gave Niminy the spare helmet and chuckled at the grimace on his face.
" Phew! It messes my hair. "
" No helmet,no ride. It's for your own safety,shorty!" he was dead serious about their use. He got on his bike and wore his.
Jimin followed his lead and hopped on, holding Kook's waist like his life depended on it." We could have taken the car! You're a speed freak and one of these days the hyungs will be reading about us in the papers. Dumbass driver and passenger crash into a tree!"
" You're being awfully cranky tonight,shorty! Is it because your man wasn't working? Did you miss Yoongi hyung?" He laughed hard.
Jimin smacked his helmet." Very funny, dumbass! Cut the crap! I'll see him tomorrow..nope today. He's coming over for breakfast."
" Breaky,huh? Is that all you'll serve him?"
" Yeah..what else?"
Jungkook thought about teasing him. He owed him from before." Your ass maybe!"
" Fuck you Kook!" he called on the top of his lungs because they were already driving along the main road and the crunching, rattling sound of the bike hitting the asphalt.
" I'm trying.. I'm fucken working on it." Kook muttered through his teeth. They reached home thirty minutes later,entered the private parking lot and Jimin removed the helmet,got off the bike, kneeling and kissing the curb.
" Thank God! I'm still alive!" He groped all over his body to check if everything was in place, sighing deeply. He then stood up,combing his hair with his fingers." I'm gonna go bald because of you! Do you know how many hairs I lose every time I ride that monster of yours?"
" Should have been an actor! Too melodramatic!" Kook huffed, walking past him and into the back entray, leading to the elevators. " Yoongi needs to come asap! You're going bananas!"
They entered their apartment,well actually their byungs' and Jimin flopped on the couch, tossing his head on the back. " I'm beat! My feet are killing me. My hands are swollen. The things I do for you! You owe me big time,mister!"
" Heard that before!" he whooped, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, advancing to his bedroom to hit the shower.
" Let's have a shower and I'll make noodles." Jimin yelled but stayed put.
" Extra spicy for me, shorty!"
Jimin bobbed his head, grinning like a Chestnut cat." Yeah! Yeah! As hot as you!"
Jungkook dumped his tie and shirt in a limp pile around his feet,kicked the boxer and pants on the side of the bed, walked into the bathroom and straight to the shower. He had a rough night, suffering from all sorts of inappropriate scenes, twirling in his mind,leaving him irked. Fingers trembling as the sponge rubbed his body from head to toe, water spraying out of the shower head onto him, scrabbling his face,neck and stomach to remove the unbearable reeking dirt from that asshole's touch.
He needed to blow off some steam,relax and get rid of the tension so he fisted his soft cock,tugged it a few times,legs shivering, every cell vibrating,his balls tightened,as he squeezed his cock, shutting his eyes and imagined that blond girl from yesterday while jerking off, water sluicing across his length.
Her stacked boobs,spread legs,wet pussy ready to be licked..he moaned,picking up speed, leaning on the cold shower tiles..his breath hitched, pulling down the foreskin,his index finger rubbing the moist tip. His teeth bit his lower lip and a small growl escaped him.
" Oh God! Yeah..yeah.." he kept pumping his cock, tossing his wet head back,the water drenching his hot body and
suddenly another image popped up, grounding him.
" Fuck..Fuck!" he snarled, opening his eyes to say 'good riddance' of that bloody, unwanted face. He shut them again trying to concentrate on the image of the blonde but fat chance! He was still there! He gave up on the effort, got out of the shower,drops of water dripping on the floor and perched in front of the foggy mirror.
He wiped it off with his palm,taking a dekko at himself.
He wouldn't exaggerate if he said that despite his obvious tiredness, he looked hot! A knock out! He had the ideal proportions combining a brawny, strapping body with a deadly, cute handsome face. Robust shoulders,one hand decorated with tattoos from the wrists up, piercing on his ears,lips and brow,a tiny rather feminine waist,toned,agile legs and his dick wasn't deprived in size matching his built. Long, thick and uncut.. heavily equipped!
He chuckled as he grabbed a brown towel and dried his hair,silky, untamed,wispy bangs refusing to comply,his gaze still locked to his image. Involuntary,his fingers brushed the outline of his round, plump lips like he had a few hours ago.
Then he wagged his head,shivering at the thought and feeling of being touched with those dirty hands. His dimpled cheeks sunk, brown,chestnut eyes hooded,his defined jawline clenched and button nose crinkled.
Kook bit his lips and sighed sharply,placing the thought at the back of his head, buried it deep inside the illogical part of his brain as his thin eyebrows knitted together..and continued wiping the moisture out of the rest of his drenched body.
Hectically, he put on a red boxer from the top of his drawer and his comfy,grey pyjamas, hearing Jimin's voice calling him from the kitchen so he rushed to finally eat.
" You seem better, pal." Jimin commented, sitting opposite his friend, taking a slurp of his noodles and a piece of kimchi.
" The shower was all I needed." He stretched his legs and sucked in the spicy scent of his bowl of noodles." I'm starving. I can't even eat properly with this shity job."
" And we both know how much you love food. You could eat me!"
" I could..but I doubt you'd be tasty. I leave that to Yoongi."
" Your jokes ain't funny."
" I like them. Laugh at them and good for me for being witty and hilarious."
Jimin looked hesitant in asking and spoiling his mood but nevertheless did." Care to tell me what happened with Mr.Kim? What did he do this time? "
" Nope.. I'd rather forget."
" That bad?"
Jungkook gave him a nod, slurping his food and munching on a generous portion of kimchi. The last thing he needed at that moment was to share what had happened and once again have that asshole occupy his mind.
" Talking about it could make you feel better. Take it out of your system. See things from a different perspective. It helps sharing them with people who understand you. We've always talked things out."
Kook folded one leg on the chair,immersed in enjoying his delicious, spicy dinner. He felt Jimin's hand cupping his,forcing him to look in his direction." Talk to me Kook. Please."
He honestly wasn't in the mood to repeat what he had faced in that room but knowing Jimin's stubbornness, he'd pester him till he spilled everything." He's flirting.. provocatively. He cornered me to the door,touched my lips and blubbered nonsense.."
" What kind?"
" Phew..how he'd like to show me what I'm missing..you know..fuck me."
" You're joking! He said that?" Jimin exclaimed,nearly choking on his food and gripping on the glass of ice water,he crammed it all.
" Not directly but he implied it. The bastard is cautious and " he blew a huff." I hate the guy, Jimin. I fucken hate him! He makes me sick. I feel the need to puke every time I step foot in that room.."
" And rushed to the nearest bathroom.I'm not surprised!" Jimin bellowed out." You've been doing that since forever!" Jimin knew him too well and attempted to help him in getting rid of his habit but unfortunately failed!
" Well, today the window was open and I saw the filth he's surrounded by.. strangers fucking for everyone to see and he sits there like a fucken king on his throne and boasts thinking he's so superior..only because he has power and good looks and bangs everything that walks and breaths. I'm not gay! He should have gotten that into his fucken, stupid head by now!"
He abruptly dropped the chopsticks,tousling his hair." Oh God I fucken hate him! He makes me so damn mad I'd gladly punch him,wipe that fucken smirk and rearrange his ugly face! I detest him and his kind. They buy sex. Use their wealth and power to seduce young people without remorse."
He bitterly chuckled, jerking his head." He had the balls to offer me money to sleep with him! That fucken bastard!" He smashed his hand on the round table,the bowls bumping at the force. Jimin had counted the times he had used the word ' fucken'. Six! Lesser than before. His record was twenty.
The older looked steeped in thoughts,puzzled. For a straight,tough guy like Jungkook who had spent his life chasing after boobs,it was shocking having to deal with a man's provocative,intense flirting and his dirty talking. Especially that man! Kim Taehyung 's dominant appearance and aggressive behaviour were bringing Kook to the verge of erupting.
" How did you handle him!"
" I told him to fuck off!"
Jimin's eyes popped out and mouth dropped."WHAT? NO!YOU DIDN'T! KOOK!"
" Of course not,dummy! I'm not taking any chances. I politely rejected his proposal,emphasizing I'm not gay. I only bang women. I'm not gonna board the dude train!" he explained further and Jimin's heart went back to place.
" How did he take it?"
" Beats me. I didn't stick around to find out. I glided out of the fucken room like nothing happened and into the bathroom to puke."
"You're unbelievable ! I gotta hand it to you!"
Jimin roared in laughter and shook his head, digging into his noodles. He took a few slurps and stopped, playing with the metal chopsticks in his fingers." Kook, have you considered giving up and going back to Busan? I mean we've been here for a year, putting our lives on hold with zero outcome. We haven't learnt a damn thing and the filth we have to put up with every day has an effect on us."
" No! I refuse to give up and run like a freaking coward. We came to Seoul to discover the truth and I'm not about to go back empty-handed." His firm reply was to be expected." I'll understand if you want to leave. I dragged you into this mess."
" Nobody put a gun to my head to come. I want to find answers and get ,how do they call it.. a closer. Understand what happened. Besides,if I bail on you, who's gonna watch your sorry ass? Wherever you go,I go. Remember?"
" Just admit you don't want to leave your man! He has you wrapped around his pinky finger!" he joked and immediately turned serious."Thanks. For your help and support.For taking care of me. I know I'm trouble." He was being forthright.
Ever since they were kids Jimin thought of it as his duty to look after Jungkook. The younger might appeared as strong-willed,fierce and powerful but in reality he was sensitive and vulnerable,acting tough to hide his need for love. Kook longed to be loved and wanted. Accepted for who he was, even though he didn't understand his own needs or true nature.
" Do you think we'll ever discover the truth?"
Jungkook scrunched his lips." I'd like to believe so."
" If the police were unable,with so many resources and experience,how can we? Two ordinary guys with no knowledge on where or what to look for?" Reasonable doubts and questions badgering his brain." So far we've hit a brick wall."
Kook gulped a sip of his ice water." The police doesn't give a fuck. They don't care or listen. We've got more infos than them."
" It's not much to go on."
" It's more than enough Jimina." Jungkook reassured him,his lips curving into a faint smile." It got us so far. I have to do this..I don't want to look back one day and regret not trying harder."
Jimin's features softened gazing at his brother. Kook was the most kind hearted, positive person in the world. Strong-headed too. Always coming up with a way to make things work under the most arduous situations." Finish your dinner. Yoongi is coming by tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep. I don't want him to see me with dark circles and puffy eyes."
" Afraid he'd run?"
" I'll smack your head!"
" We don't have a ladder."
" What for?" Jimin knitted his brows,pursing his plump lips.
" How else will you reach me..shorty?"
Jimin gave him the middle finger,cheering."Dickweed!"
" Pussy." Kook stuck out his tongue.
" Knockhead!"
" Bagger!"
Jimin facepalmed himself." This is hopeless. Keep eating and shut up!"
Jungkook shrugged his shoulders." Ok but only because I'm hungry and tired."
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In the opposite apartment block,on the left side of the road, a dark figure dressed in black was sitting on a stool,his hands holding night vision goggles and occasionally looking through the telescope, placed in front of an Oriel window.
Chewing on tobacco,his breath stink as he spit on the floor. His phone vibrated and grabbed it in his sweaty palms. "Yeah.. nothing much. Eating and talking shit..I told you to bug the apartment.. Yeah, I'm keeping tabs on them. If I find anything,I'll let you know." He hung up, throwing the phone on the table.
" Asshole! Fuck I'm too old for this shit!"