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...
Jimin looked at him strangely, amazed by his acting skills. He stormed toward the door and opened it with a loud bang. Jungkook was just looking at him, clueless. Jimin grabbed the hem of Jungkook's T-shirt and lifted it up in one swift motion. He take quick trailed at Jungkook's body making him uncomfortable, a low whistle escaping his lips. "Wohhhh fuck." Jungkook immediately pushed Jimin's hand away and exclaimed, "What kind of behavior is this, sir?"
"Oh, my bad. My dear friend thinks you're blessed with sexy abs. Earlier, he was fucking drooling just thinking about you." Jimin turned to Taehyung, winking playfully and giving him a thumbs-up. "You were right, Taehyunga. I appreciate your choice."
"Excuse me?" Jungkook muttered, mortified. Jimin laughed and left them alone. Jungkook looked at Taehyung, confused. Taehyung smiled at him, a touch of mischief in his eyes, and adjusted his clothes. "Come inside."
"H-Hello, Mr. Kim... Is everything alright?" Jungkook asked, a frown creasing his brow.
"Ah yes, we just had a little fight. I am extremely sorry for his inappropriate behavior. I hope you don't mind." Jungkook accepted, not wanting to escalate the situation. "Someone asked for an emergency."
"Oh yes, have a seat."
"I'm fine, sir, thank you."
Taehyung said sternly, offering a glass of chilled water, "Just sit and have a glass of water, Mr. Jeon." Jungkook couldn't refuse and sat on the couch, taking a small sip. Taehyung sat beside him and suddenly leaned closer, pointing to his injury with pouty lips. "Look here, I am bleeding, can you see? That fool punched me."
Jungkook looked at him incredulously. He said hesitantly, "Ahh, I see. Do you really want me to treat it?" Taehyung kept looking at him, expecting an explanation. "I mean, it's just a little wound. Even if you don't apply ointment, it will heal on its own," Jungkook said, smiling awkwardly. Taehyung pressed his tongue down in irritation. He stand, picked up the fountain pen on the office table and cut his sole hard with its sharp nib. Blood began to flow, a few drops falling onto the floor. Jungkook got up anxiously and held Taehyung's hand. "Mr. Kim, are you crazy?"
Taehyung smirked evilly. "Wohh, this sounds like an emergency." He waved his bleeding hand in the air and poked his lower lip, saying, "Come on, what are you waiting for? Stop the bleeding quickly."
Jungkook was horrified by Taehyung's sudden strange behavior. He took out his medical supplies and nervously applied pressure to Taehyung's palm to stop the bleeding. Taehyung hissed in pain. "Issssrrs, be gentle, will you?" Jungkook gulped in fear, his hands trembling. Taehyung held his hand tightly, looking into his eyes, saying sternly, "Will you stop trembling, Jeon Jungkook." Jungkook kept looking at him, terrified, his eyes wide. He bowed slightly, hesitantly apologizing, "Ah yes. S-sorry, Mr. Kim." It took him a moment to calm himself and concentrate on his work.
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