His kidnapper asked stepping towards him slowly, "So, JEON..JUNG..KOOK. Come on tell me your fantasies. How do you like to get fucked? I mean rough, slow. Oh hold on, I think you would fit into BDSM play". He trailed his eyes down to his crotch lust...
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Taehyung, eyes shut, rubbed his clothed crotch, a wild thought playing in his mind. He was a picture of blatant arousal, legs spread wide on the office table. "Hyaaa!" Jimin shouted, his voice sharp with exasperation. "For days, you've been lost in your own world!" He shoved Taehyung's legs off the table. "And get your feet down, this is an office!"
Taehyung rolled his eyes, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "Ugh, you ruined the mood." He paused, a sly glint in his eyes. "Just do me a favor. Call this number and tell them to send an emergency."
"What?!!! What is this nonsense?" Jimin asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"If you're done blabbering, then hurry up and do as I say." Taehyung's voice was laced with impatience. Jimin sighed loudly, but ultimately obeyed. After a short while, he received a call from the receptionist. "Sir, there's a man here from Mercy Hospital."
"Oh yes, send him to my cabin."
"Yes, Sir."
Jimin laughed, a mix of amusement and disbelief in his voice. "He's on his way. What will you do now? Why are you even doing this?" Taehyung bit his lip playfully, a hint of lust in his voice. "Trust me, Jimina, his abs... ahhhh... fucking sexy. My dick is tingling inside my pants just thinking about him."
"Huh, you lustful bitch." Jimin scoffed. "So, you're doing this just for sex? If so, then ask him directly. What's the big deal?"
"As if he'll agree? You know, I can read people's minds." Taehyung's voice was laced with smug confidence. "Anyway, it's fun, you'll never understand. Let it be." Taehyung removed his tucked-in shirt and folded his sleeves unevenly. He stood in front of Jimin, a confident smirk on his face. "Jimina, punch me hard."
Jimin's eyes widened in shock. "What? What do you mean by punch? Are you in your right mind?" Taehyung sighed irritably.
"Come on, Tae. Do you really think anyone would fall for your shitty tricks?" Jimin asked, doubt heavy in his tone.
"Yes, that fool will definitely let me have him one day." Taehyung held Jimin's hand warmly and placed it on his face. He looked lovingly into Jimin's eyes and kissed his palm gently. "I just want to get one step closer to him. Hurry up, Jimina, he will come."
"Hya, don't use those eyes while talking." Jimin's voice was laced with a hint of weakness. Taehyung didn't stop, using Jimin's weakness to his advantage. "Okay, fine, I give up. You don't need to seduce me." Taehyung winked playfully, a triumphant smile on his face, having successfully manipulated Jimin. Jimin shook his head, muttering to himself, "His stupidity is getting harder to handle." He pushed Taehyung a little, asking, "Are you ready?" Taehyung nodded, a pouty expression on his face. Jimin blew warm air on his palm and counted, "HANA(1)"-"DUL(2)" "SET(3)," and he punched Taehyung hard in the face. Taehyung groaned in pain, "Arrrrghhhh." His lip cracked at the corner and started bleeding. "You motherfucker, you have a lot of strength in your little hands." Jimin was busy flexing his muscles when a knock sounded at the door. Taehyung smiled evilly at Jimin. He grabbed Jimin's collar tightly with both hands and pushed him hard against the wall. Jungkook could see everything through the half-open door. The hard surface of the wall made Jimin groan in pain. Taehyung wiped his blood and yelled at him, "Get the hell out of here."
