Even if You're With Him ✔

Chapter 2

Tae POV

The last shred of my patience is finally destroyed as I see Seokjin storm inside the apartment building. He's been trying to get me to lose my cool in front of his father for the past three years now, but I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

When I was offered the position of being the youngest Kim's bodyguard, I thought it would be the easiest task in the world. Not to mention getting paid a crap load of money for making sure a rich spoiled brat doesn't die. I was completely wrong to think that way, though. He was the most difficult person I have ever worked for. He never listened to my safety protocols, slept through my safety meetings and walked out in the middle of our self-defense lesson because he was 'tired and hungry'.

I thought I would be protecting a grown man, instead I'm stuck babysitting a 26 year-old grown toddler. Seokjin has absolutely no regard for his safety. He walks around carefree as if he's never been shot at or almost taken by force.

"I apologize for my son's behavior, Taehyung," Mr. Kim speaks, breaking me away from my thoughts. "It was a stressful day at the company today, but that still doesn't give him any right to talk to you the way he did."

I bow my head in respect as I take another look at the apartment building to make sure Seokjin got in safely. He's a stick in the mud, but that won't keep me from doing my job right. "I have grown used to it Mr. Kim," I reply. "It doesn't  seem like he was in a good mood today, and he tends to be a bit more vocal when he's stressed out."

For a second, Mr. Kim loses his composure as he rubs his hands on his face in frustration. "He tried pulling out of the company again. Of course, I refused. I don't know where I went wrong in raising him. I gave him everything he ever asked for. He has access to an endless supply of money, but he wants to give it all up just like his brother did. People would kill to have what he was, hell he's almost been killed by the people who want what he has. Seokjin just doesn't understand how much I am leaving to him," he rants, "or better yet, he actually does understand, he just doesn't care."

I nod my head showing that I understand what he means as he continues. "I tried setting up a meeting between him and Jungkook again today. So they could talk about their possible wedding, but Seokjin just blew it off because he 'didn't feel like going'."

"That is quite unfortunate, Sir," I reply feeling awkward as the man in front of me rants on about his spoiled brat.

"Is it so wrong of me to want the best choice in partner for my youngest son?"

"No, Sir," I reply hoping this conversation ends soon.

"I know Seokjin is against the idea of an arranged marriage, which is why I chose Jungkook for him. They've been best friends since birth. They even dated back in high school. I thought when I told him about the agreement I made with the Jeon family that he would be okay with it, but you know how that turned out."

I nod in response, because damn do I remember that day very well. It was in their company's annual ball last year. I was set up at the entrance when I heard the announcement that the youngest Kim was to be engaged to Jeong Jungkook from their rival company. From the looks of of it both had no idea and were busy stuffing appetizers in their mouths when the news broke out. Jungkook looked like a deer struck with headlights while Seokjin ran away. I looked for him for hours until I found him hidden in some cabin in the woods.

"That was an eventful evening," I reply. "With all due respect, Mr. Kim, it's getting late and I should probably get going."

Mr. Kim nods in agreement as he gestures me to step out. "You're a good worker, Taehyung. One of the few people I trust. I know that my son is difficult, so thank you for not letting that be any reason for you to lose focus. Both my wife and I appreciate you keeping our baby safe."

"I'm just doing my job," I say with one last bow of respect and exit the car.

He rolls his window down and calls out for me one last time. "Just so you know, Taehyung, I was serious earlier when I said I wouldn't mind you giving my son a couple of punches. I know for damn sure he deserves them," he jokes before driving off. I give him the smallest grin in agreement and let my expression fall as soon as the vehicle is out of sight.

I strut inside the building and make my way up to his penthouse. I punch in the code and slam the door once I'm inside the spacious apartment. With a quick scan of the room, I find the target of my anger eating away at some ice cream in the kitchen. "Hungry?" he asks innocently which gets me even more infuriated.

"You think you're so slick? Insulting me in front of your Father trying to make me lose my shit in front of him?!" I yell. He doesn't do as much as even flinch at the way I talked to him. Instead he he sticks another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and starts walking away, but I grab on to him because I'm not done with him yet. "You know your generous Father gave me permission to punch you?" I ask with satisfaction. "Maybe then you'll show me some respect."

Instead of fear there is a challenging look in his eyes as his lips form a small smirk. "Are you going to punch me then?" This sounds as more of an invitation than a question, and his lack of fear only makes me angrier as I wrap my hand around his throat and start slowly tightening my grip. I see his breathing starting to heighten as he fights to take in more air, bur he still refuses to look scared. "Don't temp me," my voice drips with venom as it continues to go lower.

Seokjin continues gasping for air as my hand squeezes in on his throat, and the brat dares form a small smile on his lips unfazed at the fact that he can suffocate to death. That his life is literally in my hands. He lets out a small chuckle as his pupils begin to dilate due to the lack of oxygen. "I dare you," he challenges lowly, stripping away the last of my self-control, as I bring him closer to me and aggressively capture his sinfully plump lips with mine.

My hand releases his throat causing him to moan as he can finally intake oxygen. I take advantage of his sweet moan to dig my tongue in his cold mouth which tastes like the ice cream he was eating. His hands run up my sides and slide behind my neck as he continues to press his body against mine, lightly brushing his growing bulge against mine showing me what he wants. With a grunt, I bring my hands behind his beautiful long legs and pick him up to wrap around my waist. I walk to the kitchen island where I slam his body on it.

My eyes rake throughout his body. His eyes are dazed, his cheeks are flushed and his lips look even more plumber as the result of my abuse. I lick the taste of ice cream off my lips that his lips left behind and smirk as I start unbuttoning my shirt. "I'm starving," I mutter out with the deep sultry tone I know he loves before I make my way back down to him.

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