Dominator's Property | Taekook

Chapter 12

Taehyung pov

Damn that douchebag Jeon shi hyuk! It pissed me off that he'd do this to his kid. Pop had already told me that he'd broken the news to Jungkook that he wasn't just a marker to be held temporarily, like his father had said. He was now property of the kim family. My property, if I wanted him.

When I'd seen him in my bedroom it took everything in me to not rip his clothes off, throw him on the bed, and take him. He'd been mine from the minute Pop had told me about him and I felt it in my bones. I hadn't even been with anyone since seeing his face that first time. I had zero desire to touch anyone. Anyone but him. And because I typically had sex every single day and it'd been weeks, I was on fire for this boy. He was in big trouble if I couldn't bring this need in me to heal. I thought about taking my frustrations out on someone else, to lock it down, save him from me, but I didn't want anyone else. I didn't even think I'd get hard for anyone else because I was looking forward to having him that much.

He'd stood there looking surprised, then confused, then a little bit defiant, and I couldn't wait to get him back to my place, to my bed, where we could explore a variety of his emotions. Fear, submission, satisfaction...

Now he was on the porch of his foster house, staring at me. I tilted my seat back to show him I was in no hurry and he disappeared back into the house.

Jungkook pov

I told Rose, Hoseok, and Minjae that I had something to take care of and that I didn't know when I'd be back. Rose and Hoseok assumed it was just to do with my Dad and, as usual, gave me space. Minjae pummeled me with questions.

"I can't, Minjae. I can't talk about it."

"When will you be at the party? Yugy texted me and he really wants to see you."

"I don't know. I'll try. But if I don't come, don't worry."

"If you don't come? If you don't come! This is the last party before you become a grown up. What do you mean if you don't come?"

He was in hysterics. It was time for me to leave.

"I have to go." I said, pulling him into a quick hug, "I'll be back ASAP. Okay?" I decided to make my exit  before the questions started coming at me rapid-fire.

Minjae looked so confused. It wasn't like me to leave him in the dark. I hated to walk away and I hoped he wouldn't follow me. I just didn't know what to say. I was confused, myself.

I left the porch and walked toward the car. Taehyung brought his seat back upright and stepped out to open the passenger door. I got in and when he closed it, I glanced back over my shoulder at the house and saw Minjae and Rose watching me from the front door with confusion on their faces. Of course they were confused. I was getting into an expensive convertible with a man they'd never met.

I put my seatbelt on. Taehyung started to drive. I sat, frozen, numb, not sure what to say or do. Then we approached Yugy on the street; he was crossing the street, looking like he was heading toward Rose & Hoseok's house. He made eye contact with me and then his jaw dropped because Taehyung sped up and then swerved to miss hitting him, barely missing. My eyes shot to Taehyung. He had a devious smirk on his face. Did he know who Yugy was to me?

Taehyung pov

When we got back to my house he followed me back upstairs to my bedroom without saying a word. Not until the door was closed. Then his fists balled up. Now he was shooting imaginary daggers at me from his eyes.

"Would you please tell me what's going on?"he blurted at me, "The story my father told me is very different from what your father told me. And your father didn't say much! You've gotta admit, this is not normal!"

I removed my suit jacket, dropped it on the bed, rolled up my sleeves, sat on the sofa that was in front of the bed and propped my arms on the back of it and stared at him, "Sit."

"I'd rather not," he said, staring at the ink on my left forearm. He swallowed hard. He was trying not to show me he was intimidated.

His legs went on for miles in that tight black jeans. He had a hot and sexy body. The temperature in the room rose a little as we sized one another up. I undid my top shirt button and moistened my lips."What's going on here is this." I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my thighs and looking up at his face, "Your father owed my father something and he's paid that debt off using you as currency." That was all I knew, although I did plan to get to the bottom of it.

"Why would anyone pay a debt with a person? And I'm not my father's property so he had no right to agree to those terms."

I liked how he was looking me right in the eye. I smiled at him.

"So, your father arranged a marriage?" he continued, "And even more strange,you agreed. And my father agreed to this as well?"

I mulled the question over for a moment, "Not exactly."

"Then what, exactly?" he had an edge to his voice. He was on the verge of losing his temper. I wanted that. I wanted him to lose his temper so I could bring him in line. I could barely stand waiting for that moment of realization --- that moment when he got an inkling of what he was in for.

"We've had no real resistance from your father. He handed you over willingly, knowing you might be married into my family and that you might not be. Even said it was a bit of a relief. My father would like to see me married before he retires and hands over the helm of the family business. I haven't agreed to anything. He's given you to me as an option."

"What if I refuse? Wait, what do you mean a relief?"

"This isn't up to you," I answered.

He winced, "Um, yeah, it is. You can't force someone to marry you."

"Can't I?" I gave him a smile.

He frowned.

"Then what if you don't take that option?"

I tapped my index finger on my lips for a moment, assessing his body language.He shuffled uncomfortably, no doubt dying to get away from me.

"Then I'd get to decide what happens to you instead."

He let out a slow breath, "And what would that be?"

I smiled, "Could be any number of things."

"Like?"

I snickered. His face turned red, he was having trouble hiding how uncomfortable he was. He was trying to mask his anger and his fear. I liked it."Could I be... killed?" he asked me.

I raised my brows, "Or worse."

Confusion swept over his face. He didn't know what I meant. He doesn't know that there are things worse than death. He doesn't know that people sold into slavery wished for death because of the hell that was their existence."So you're having trouble finding someone to marry?" he eyed me up and down as if I was something he scraped off his shoe, "That's why you're doing this?"

I snickered, "Not exactly."