dispatch || TaeKook

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"Won't you be my friend?"

Jeongguk didn't know what happened next.

Darkness. An endless pit of pitch black darkness followed after his encounter with the mysterious alpha. All he remembered was the man's hypnotizing gaze, and that annoyingly sultry smirk that graced his lips, before feeling a sharp pain on his neck followed by a low chuckle from god knows who. The image of the man's scarlet locks haunting him as he fell unto a deep slumber.

A slumber that lasted for hours.

And goddamn did his head hurt like hell when he woke up.

The small brunette opened his eyes, squinting and adjusting to the bright sunlight that immediately woke him up. He groaned, feeling pain surge through every single part of his body, lifting a hand up to his throbbing forehead, then finally realizing that he can't really lift his hand.

He can't fucking move.

Jeongguk's panicked gaze lingered around his surroundings, realization striking him that his body was tied to a car seat. He was inside an unknown vehicle with a purely black interior and severely tinted mirrors, making it impossible for him to fathom where he is.

"Wh-What the-"

"Oh, you're finally awake."

The young omega's head shifted to the driver's seat in front of him and there he was. The scarlet haired alpha who seemingly kidnapped Jeongguk. His hair was styled perfectly so his forehead was in full display, on his nose rested a pair of black sunglasses, and he was fancying a simple black tee with a low vneck. The man licked his lips and stared back at Jungkook using the rearview mirror, making the younger more uncomfortable than he should be.

Okay, Jeongguk admitted. The guy was hot as fuck. But that didn't let go of the fact that he was probably a perverted little rapist, or murderer, or black market dealer, waiting for the brunette to finally sleep so he could chop him up and sell his organs online.

"Why do you look so pale, prince?" the man asked, Jeongguk gaping at how casual he sounded despite the current situation.

Holy crap, this guy is a psycho.

"P-Pale? Y-You-- Y-Y-You kidn-naped m-m-me!"

The man merely chuckled. "Well, you see prince, the term kidnapped is too much don't you think? I would prefer the term borrowed but whatevers your cup of tea."

Jeongguk's eyebrows knitted into a confused glare, trying to break free from the tight rope wrapped around him. "B-Borrowed? I'm no object that can be simply BORROWED!!!"

The redhead raised an eyebrow, slowing down the car and sending the younger an amused look. "Oh, but you are! You are a mere object."

"You see my prince, while you were asleep, I committed myself to the painstakingly crucial task of going through your personal belongings- you know- for my own certain reasons," he chuckles, "and according to this-"

The brunette gasps as his mind processes what the man was holding.

"Jeon Jeongguk." he muses as he let his daring, yet amused eyes meet the younger's through the rearview, "I gotta say, it's a beautiful name, sweetheart."

"Give that back." Jeongguk sneered, glaring at the man, and the torn leather wallet he held.

He chuckles. "Oh honey, it was never yours to begin with wasn't it? Considering that you're... an orphan?"

Jeongguk closes his eyes, trying hard not to let the stranger's words get to him. He knew the older was provoking him, in some sort of devious way and he didn't want to let himself be sucked into his own paranoia.

Not again.

"Ma'am, Sir..."

The brunettes breath hitches, the words coming from the older's mouth far too familiar for his liking. Words that he'd read over and over with that perfect cursive handwriting he'd come to love after nineteen years of repeatedly memorizing every line and dot of ink.

"...Please take care of my son. I will send money to last him every month. Give him as much love and attention as he's supposed to receiv- oh my god this is hilarious!"

Jeongguk refuses to look up, knowing that he'll only be met with a cocky, pitiful grin from his kidnapper. And never once did he want to be pitied upon, despite his status.

"Oh- oh - look at this part! 'Please let him know that his mother loves her very much and that she'll come back. I love you very very much Ggukie.'"

The younger finally opens his eyes, only to feel a hot tear cascade down his cheeks, his eyes helpless, his mind telling him not to let the stranger see him cry. He looks up, eyes widening once he sees the man rip your only memorabilia of family into pieces.

"No!" the poor boy manages to squeak out, struggling to break free from the seat he was tied on.

"My prince..." the stranger says, shaking his head, a wicked grin forming on his lips "...so beautiful... so gullible... so fucking vulnerable..."

"Sh-Shut the f-fuck up... I don't - I don't even KNOW you!"

Jeongguk didn't realize that the man had already stopped the vehicle and unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning closer to the younger's face. He almost had a heart attack when he saw dark brown eyes staring right into his own.

"Want me to shut up baby?" the man's voice was low, sultry -seductive even. "Does my prince want me to stop?"

"Stop... S-Stop calling me a-a-a prince- your prince-"

"Oh but you want it don't you? After all you've been through... don't you want to be cherished?"

Silent. That's all the brunette was after that statement. Because it was nothing.

Nothing but the raw truth.

"My little Ggukie!" the man mimicks, making Jeongguk's jaw clench. He grabs the younger's chin and forces the boy to look at him.

"You... are so pretty..." he chimes, "too bad you're too pathetic to put that in good use."

The man lets go and smiles at him, a boxy smile that Jeongguk wouldn't have suspected to be so sweet, so irritating.

"If you were wondering, my names Taehyung. Kim Taehyung..."

Jeongguk feels the car start as Taehyung buckles his seatbelt and grabs onto the steering wheel glancing one last time at the rearview mirror, mischievous eyes meeting with Jeongguk's.

"...and now you're mine."

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