BTS Kidnapped!

BTS Kidnapped! Part Forty-Seven by Sandra & Kaelyn

Sven led Taehyung back to his quarters eager to have the young man all to himself for an entire evening. Twice in one day was more than he had hoped for.

Stopping at the door he turned to Taehyung.

"I am going to check on Jimin-ssi and see about having some food prepared for us. While I do, why don't you clean up, shower and I will have several outfits laid out for you to choose from. I will even have a stylist come in and give you some pampering before we eat."

Moving closer to Taehyung the Russian reached down tilting his face up to whisper against the Korean man's lips.

"How does that sound, my angel?"

Taehyung looked right at the man, hoping beyond hope that there would be no repeat of what happened earlier. He didn't think his stomach could handle it. Knowing the monster before him required no verbal response, Taehyung pressed in to the man, his lips parted slightly as he initiated the kiss, his teeth barely grazing the Russian man's lower lip.

Growling when teeth touched his lip Sven deepened the kiss hauling the smaller man against his body. The heady scent of Taehyung filling his senses for a few moments Sven was overcome but quickly pulled himself back.

"A hallway is no place for such things, Kim Taehyung-ssi."

Opening the door, he guided the man in.

"Go in and make yourself comfortable. Go shower, there are extra toiletries feel free to use them. A stylist will be ready for you when you finish, and I should be back in no less than thirty minutes."

Taehyung just licked his lip and winked, turning around and seeing his way into Sven's room, locking the bathroom door where he collapsed to the floor as he forgot how to breathe before climbing into the shower and scrubbing himself pink, already feeling dirty.

When Taehyung was done he dried off, slipping on the simple white satin shirt that has a low v neckline, choosing a tight pair of pants to go with it, tucking them in and doing his belt before tying a bandana to keep his hair out of the way, his bangs a little long for his liking.

A silent team of stylists came in just as he finished dressing. Taehyung allowed them to go about their work so deep in his own thoughts that fail to see that they were suddenly gone, and Sven was now standing there.

"Absolute perfection. Your beauty earlier was fair but now it is breathtaking to behold."

Stepping close Sven ran his fingers through Taehyung's hair.

"I find myself amazed at how quickly your hair grew back...Mr. Foley should have had his fingers removed for defiling such beauty."

There was a brisk knock on the door then Misha entered with another guard pushing in a mobile table covered with food.

Holding out a hand to Taehyung, Sven asked, "Shall we eat, my angel?"

Taehyung grinned at the hand, gently taking it and allowing Sven to lead him to the table, silently accepting the chair that was offered to him, and waiting for Sven to sit.

"If I might ask a favor," he said, his deep tone even deeper, "be considerate with...Mathan. He has been very useful in keeping us all alive and...I feel like I owe him for all he did for me. I mean...if not for him...I would not have the pleasure of dining with someone as refined as you..."

"You are far too forgiving, my angel but what is done is done, so Mr. Foley may keep his fingers. And that brings me to my question. Who attacked you, Kim Taehyung-ssi...and why?" Sven growled out the question to Taehyung.