mafia . vkook

thirty four

Taehyung's PoV;

I hate it here.

The only good thing is Baekhyun and Chen.

The other servants are alright, but I don't talk to them much. They don't seem overly keen on me being here, but I don't know why.

Kai is a total prick.

He's always high on something, whether it be coke or heroin.

I really don't know how he isn't dead.

"Taehyung!" Kai shouted from the kitchen.

Sighing, I got up and slugged my way there.

"Yes?" I asked, exasperated.

It was not uncommon for him to slap me, so when a sharp pain struck my cheek, I remained still and unbothered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir."

Why I had to call him sir, was way beyond me. He made out that he hated 'formal shit' and that's why no one had to use honorifics when talking to him or wear suits as uniform.

I think the suit part was mostly a dig towards Jungkook.

"You're too disobedient, no wonder Jeon dropped you. You're about as useful as a fucking paper needle." He tutted, crushing his cigarette onto my hand.

I held back a hiss, feeling the burning feeling swim around my skin. I watched as the orange embers slowly turned to grey ash, tickling my skin as they fell off onto the counter.

"Speaking of which, did you pick up my smack?"

No, but I certainly felt the smack of your hand.

"No, sir. You didn't tell me who I was picking up from."

Another slap.

"Well of course you're picking up from the fucking leader, you imbecile."

"May I ask where he resides, sir?"

"Obviously in the fucking warehouse."

Well, not obviously or I would've known.

I bowed, leaving the room.

"Hey, Baekhyun, I'm just off on a quick pick up. I'll be back in a bit." I shouted over to Baekhyun, who was ironing Kai's shirt.

He nodded, shouting back an 'okay.'

I shrugged my coat on, shivering as I walked in the falling snow.

I really do hate Kai.

He got addicted to a cocktail of drugs, and to make it better, he drinks every night.

Then he'll take his anger out on me.

Numerous bruises and cuts litter my skin, but I can't do anything.

I can't leave him. He'll find me, he'll kill me.

He almost beat me to death when a cold caller had rung my phone, claiming that I was cheating on him with 'that Jeon bastard.'

It was just a random caller asking if I was over eighteen and had suffered from an accident that wasn't my fault.

I used to fight back, but now I just let him do what he wants.

I let him pin me down and sloppily kiss all over my neck as he grunts, rubbing himself up against me. I don't feel anything. It's just breath and teeth against skin. It's not erotic, it's not sensual, it's not even consensual. It's not love. He doesn't tell me how much he loves me as he runs his fingers through my hair or say it in between loving, feverish kisses. I don't even bother faking a moan or faking a release. He doesn't notice I'm not enjoying the way he uses my body like a toy. He doesn't notice he's basically fucking a corpse. He'll release, flop against me whilst breathing heavily then he'll roll off me. He'll pat my cheeks like I'm a fucking child and then he'll go for his hourly fix of heroin.

It's not like how Jungkook would pin me down. His hands would be tight around my wrists, but not enough to hurt. He'd kiss all over my neck, but he wouldn't drool like an old pervert. He'd tell me he loved me and how beautiful I was as he made little hickeys. It was more than breath and teeth against my skin. It was erotic, it was sensual and it was sure as hell fucking consensual. I didn't have to fake a moan or a release, Jungkook would bring them on without doing a lot. I'd enjoy the way Jungkook would use my body as a toy, because there was meaning and love to it. Jungkook would release, but keep going if I hadn't come yet. He'd flop against me whilst breathing heavily, but he'd stroke my face gently and comb through my hair, asking if he'd hurt me. He'd pepper gentle kisses all over my body before kissing me slowly. He'd roll off me, coming back with a damp cloth to clean up the mess and then he'd slide back into bed and we'd cuddle. He'd sometimes sing quietly to me or say random shit in a gentle voice to send me to sleep or to relaxation. He wouldn't pat my cheeks like a child or go for his fix of heroin.

Sure, Jungkook did drugs occasionally. But they were party drugs, drugs to give him a jolt of fun. He wasn't addicted. He didn't need them to get by. He wasn't aggressive when he was high.

I missed Jungkook.

It was my fault. Obviously. According to Kai, everything's my fault.

Even Jungkook being born. Which makes sense, clearly.

I hate Kai. I don't know why I did that to Jungkook. I really don't know.

You truly don't know what you've got until it's gone.

I had an absolute God at my fingertips, who was willing to love me with every fibre of his being. And what did I go and do?

Cheat on him with a man addicted to heroin.

Really, Taehyung? Really?

I sighed, shaking my head as I walked up the path to the warehouse.

I opened the door, seeing a gang hiding around.

I held my hands up in surrender, "I'm just picking up some smack, don't shoot."

"That's Kim. He works under Kai. Don't shoot." The leader said to his gang, beckoning me to carry on walking.

"Hey kid, you see anyone coming up?" One of them asked.

"No, the streets were empty. Why, you waiting for someone?" I replied, spinning my blade around on my fingers.

"Yeah. Group'a six. Ever heard of the Jeons?"

I gulped, unsure how to answer.

"I recognise the name. Tell me more." I played it cool.

"The Jeon family were relatively high up in the mafia business shit, ya'nno 'ow it goes, kid. Mother and father died in some fucked up murder-suicide, left behind two kids. Jeon Jung-hyun and Jeon Jeongguk. We're waiting on Guk." He said, a foreign twang appearing in his accent. He wasn't from Daegu, but I couldn't place where he was from.

"Ah, I know of Jeongguk. He's tough, you sure you're prepared?"

"Saying we're weaklings?" He raised a brow, smirking, "course we're prepared. All you gotta do is take the prince, and he'll be on his knees begging for the little boy."

"Little?" I scoffed, "you realise the prince is older?"

"'Ow would you know, sure you work for Kai?"

"Course I do. I just know of him."

"Bet you do. Not one person hasn't, the little man-whore." He stopped, his members laughing, "you getting out of here kid, before it goes down?"

"Nah, I'll stick around."

Truthfully, I couldn't leave.

Kai wanted me to bring back something of Jungkook's along with his heroin.