Taehyung was usually going to school by train, arriving to the train station on his bike from the new house he was living in. It wasn’t too far away and he didn’t mind the public transport. They never had lots of money so he was used to it and he even liked it. He was often finding inspiration in different people he met there and then he was painting them.
Sometimes when one of the guys had some business in the city, they would take him with a car.
He was getting used to the life in the new house. He wouldn’t even know it was a gang’s base if he didn’t know it. Everything went past him. Yoongi didn’t want him to get involved in anything so he was spending most of his time just in his room or the kitchen or the lounge. He didn’t even know other parts of the house, only the part of the third floor that he lived in with the seven men but he supposed there was some meeting room and maybe even basement. He sometimes imagined what was happening in that basement, if there were some illegal substances or even some prisoners. He soon realized that the thought did really nothing to him.
He didn’t see Jeongguk often, the man was spending most of his time either in his study or outside, doing god knows what. Taehyung sometimes wondered what he was doing, if he was just giving orders or if he was actually doing the dirty work. Jeongguk’s eyes were telling him that he was taking care of things himself. He had this dangerous glint in them, the eyes of a murderer.
He wasn’t scared though, he knew his hyung wasn’t a saint either just like the other guys but he knew them and they were all really nice people. He wasn’t judging them. He never judged anyone, everyone had their reasons for what they were doing. Yoongi did everything for him so he could have as normal life as possible. Namjoon and Seokjin were born into this life. Namjoon was previous boss’ other son and Seokjin was a son of one of his closest men. Hoseok had similar destiny like he and Yoongi and Jimin…well he had probably the worst past. One evening, maybe a year ago, Jimin told Taehyung his story. He was sold by his own parents as a sex slave to some gang when he was fifteen and Jeongguk’s gang saved him few years later. They all had dark pasts and Taehyung’s would be much worse if it wasn’t for Yoongi.
Taehyung was painting a lot, he wanted to fill his new room with pictures so it wouldn’t look so dull. He liked colours and art, he wasn’t the fan of white walls.
He was also spending a lot of time in the backyard. It was huge and there was even a swimming pool but it was November so he couldn’t really swim. But he didn’t mind, he was walking around, sometimes sitting on a bench, doing some sketches. He hardly ever left the house without some sketchbook and pen, he never knew when inspiration hits him.
One afternoon, he was sitting outside behind the house when he noticed Jeongguk. The older man sat down on a bench few meters in front of him. It didn’t look like the older man noticed him as he raised his face towards the weak sun, closing his eyes. He was wearing black skinny jeans, black boots and black jacket over a black shirt. Taehyung didn’t know what he expected. In the movies, gangsters were always portrayed either with chains around their necks and hood fashion or in neat and expensive suits. Jeongguk didn’t wear either. His today’s outfit was his typical attire from what Taehyung has noticed after the two weeks of living here.
He pulled out the sketchbook and a pen and started drawing absent-mindedly. He didn’t even realize he was drawing Jeongguk until he was halfway through it. The older man looked really damn good in the weak sun. He was sitting with profile to Taehyung, his perfectly sculptured jaw fully visible as he was facing up.
Taehyung looked at the picture when he finished it. It was just simple portrait. He closed the book, getting up. He bit his lip, looking at the back door and then back at Jeongguk. He knew he shouldn’t be bothering him and if Yoongi found out, he’d probably kill him but he felt intrigued to go to talk to the boss. He was really curious, he wanted to get to know him better. They were literally sleeping couple of doors from each other, sometimes eating together when Jeongguk wasn’t out so it was only logical. Taehyung’s always been friendly and he started talking even with couple of guys from the gang that lived in other parts of the house.
Taehyung slowly approached Jeongguk, nervous as hell.
“Hello,” Taehyung cleared his throat, making the older man look up at him from where he was sitting.
“Hey,” Jeongguk replied. Well, that was good, at least he greeted him. That’s what Taehyung called a step in the right direction.
“How’s it going?” the younger grinned, trying to look as friendly as possible.
“You want me to tell you about the action we were in today, how it went wrong and two of my men died? I don’t think you wanna hear that,” Jeongguk deadpanned, staring Taehyung straight in the eyes, waiting for his reaction.
“Um, I’m sorry,” Taehyung got out, taken aback. Apparently Jeongguk was ignoring Yoongi’s wish to not get Taehyung involved in the gang business. Well, he was the boss after all, he wasn’t getting orders from anyone.
Weirdly, Taehyung didn’t find the information disturbing. Maybe it was because he knew what Jeongguk and the gang were doing or maybe there was another reason that he had yet to find out. He was a pretty peaceful person, always staying out of trouble, never getting once into a fight but he was through a lot when he was a kid so it could’ve left some consequences on him.
“Anyway, I am sure things will be better next time,” Taehyung said eventually, not really knowing what else to say.
Jeongguk looked at him, annoyed. Taehyung didn’t like it. He was used to people liking him, he always won everyone over in no time but the boss seemed completely immune to him and he wasn’t used to that.
“Listen…Taehyung, is it?” Jeongguk sighed. Taehyung nodded.
“I allowed you to live here because you are Yoongi’s brother. I also promised that we won’t include you in any of our activities so you can live your normal, whatever life. But that doesn’t mean I wanna become friends and chat with you so I’d really appreciate if you just left me alone,” the older man said without any trace of emotion. Taehyung tried his hardest not to show how those words hurt him. He didn’t even know why he cared so much but the cold words hit him.
“Okay, um, sorry for bothering you,” Taehyung nodded slowly after a while, pressing his lips together. He was standing there for a while longer, considering if he should say something. Normally, he would try harder, knowing that he eventually always broke even the grumpiest people but he had a feeling that it was hopeless with Jeongguk.
So he just gave up, turned around and walked away.
Jeongguk turned around to watch the younger when he was almost in the house. He noticed the sad expression he was wearing and it didn’t quite fit him. He still looked beautiful though, he could probably wear any expression flawlessly. Taehyung was probably the single most gorgeous person Jeongguk’s ever seen. When he entered the kitchen that first evening, he had to do his hardest not to stare at him.
He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. Taehyung was out of his reach, even if he wanted to do something with him, he couldn’t because of Yoongi. And frankly, he really didn’t need this, having random one night stands with strangers was much easier than getting involved with someone from the house and Taehyung wouldn’t even be the right person for him, he was too innocent, too normal, that was boring.
“Well, the room looks surely different,” Jimin grinned when he settled down on Taehyung’s bed, looking around. Taehyung unpacked all his stuff so there were photos, candles and other decorations decorating the room. There were also already couple of paintings that Yoongi helped him hang up on the walls. He loved drawing and painting nature and people, he always found that the most fascinating.
Taehyung invited Jimin for a hang out. They were friends and it was always nice to hang out together from time to time. He was closest to Jimin and really liked his company.
They were chatting, watching some random videos and eating popcorn and other junk food.
“I tried to talk to Jeongguk the other day. He basically sent me to hell,” Taehyung brought up. He really wanted to talk about it with someone but he didn’t dare to tell to Yoongi, he knew his hyung would scold him for even coming near the boss.
“Don’t take it personally, Guk is like that with everyone,” Jimin waved his hand with a smile.
“Well, you are friends with him, right?”
“Yeah, but it took some time for him to warm up to me, to everyone. The only people he’s had a nice relationship with have always been just Joon-hyung and Jin-hyung since he grew up with them. Namjoon is his older brother and Seokjin is…well, Seokjin, you know how he is,” the older chuckled.
“Why is Jeongguk the boss and not Namjoon-hyung?” Taehyung looked at the other with interest. He thought gangs were basically like royal families, the oldest was usually the heir.
“You can try to ask one of them, I never really did,” Jimin shrugged: “I guess Namjoon-hyung didn’t want it. He has good leader qualities and all that but I guess he doesn’t have guts for some things.”
“You mean like killing?”
“Yeah, that and others,” Jimin nodded: “He does a lot when he has to but…let’s just say that Jeongguk is more natural.”
Taehyung wasn’t fighting against that. He didn’t really know Jeongguk but he could imagine him being ruthless, he had it in his eyes. Namjoon on the other hand was just too nice so Jeongguk being the boss wasn’t that weird.
“Can I speak openly?” Taehyung bit his lip. He really wanted to vent to someone.
“Of course,” Jimin looked at him with interest when he saw the slightest blush.
“About Jeongguk. I was quite surprised when I saw him. I guess I didn’t expect him to be so…so hot,” the younger blurted out.
Jimin laughed whole-heartedly: “Well, yeah, he’s far from the bosses you see in TV, that’s true. But don’t let him fool you, he is really dangerous.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Taehyung nodded: “I just wanted to share my impression with someone. He is really damn hot…is he into girls or guys?”
“Tae, don’t even think about it, Yoongi would kill you,” Jimin gave him a pointed look.
“I am just wondering, jeez,” Taehyung rolled his eyes. That was just a healthy interest, he would be fucking stupid if he wanted to do anything with Jeongguk. Although, some fuck with no ties wasn’t really a bad thought.
“He likes both. I’ve seen him with guys and girls,” Jimin said eventually: “But seriously, don’t even think about it. I know he’s hot and all that but…let’s just say that he isn’t really into relationships.”
“And? Everyone’s had some one-night stands. Gotta say that I wouldn’t mind a fuck with him,” Taehyung chuckled mischievously, saying out loud what he was thinking.
“Tae, I am serious,” Jimin glared at him: “Believe me, you wouldn’t wanna have a one night stand with him. I don’t know much, we don’t really talk about these things but…his tastes are really wide and really…weird and painful sometimes.”
“Everyone has some kinks, I don’t judge,” Taehyung said quietly, feeling a weird sensation in his stomach. He could only imagine what Jeongguk was like in bed since he was a violent, ruthless gang leader. He had the powerful, dominant aura around him. He could imagine him being like that in bedroom as well, his dark stare, strong hands, harsh words…Too bad that Taehyung’s always had a soft spot for those kinds of guys.
“If you wanna avoid Yoongi’s wrath, I advise you to stop thinking about doing any stupid shit,” Jimin’s voice brought him back from his thoughts.
“Don’t worry, Jiminie, I am not self-destructive,” Taehyung reassured him with a smile. Little did he know how far from the truth he was.
Jeongguk put down the bloody knife. Sometimes it was the best for him to deal with things alone and he’d be lying if he said he hated it. Unlike Namjoon, he really didn’t mind getting his hands dirty – sometimes literally.
He spared one last glance to a lifeless body tied down to a chair. He hated traitors, he hated when his men betrayed him and he always made sure to bring them a poetic justice because no one was gonna fuck around with him and his gang.
He left the basement, looking at two men standing in the corridor: “Get rid of him.”
The men just nodded and he went up to the third floor, wiping his hands in the towel but the blood needed water and soap.
Just when he walked up, passing the kitchen, someone came out from there. He looked at the person, expecting most likely Yoongi or Hoseok, who were most likely to be up so late but he nearly froze when he noticed Taehyung.
The young man was staring at him, a glass of water in his hand. He was obviously ready to go to sleep, face bare but still beautiful and only a silk robe decorating his delicate frame. Taehyung was staring down under his waist so he looked down, noticing the dried blood on his hands.
He looked back at the younger, searching for his reaction. Taehyung’s eyes were a bit wide but he didn’t see fear or disgust in them. That surprised him. For someone who was held away from violence all his life – like Jeongguk knew from Yoongi – Taehyung surely wasn’t reacting the way most of people would. That caught Jeongguk’s attention.
He also noticed how long and golden Taehyung’s exposed legs looked and how nicely the silky robe was hugging him. His blonde hair looked soft, probably freshly dried after a shower and he looked nearly like an angel in the dim light of the hallway. But his expression was what caught Jeongguk’s attention the most. Taehyung looked hypnotized, intrigued even. That was definitely something Jeongguk didn’t see very often. Most of people were trembling with fear when they were facing blood or when they discovered what Jeongguk and his men were doing. But Taehyung was here, wandering around the house completely unbothered by the fact that he was basically surrounded by killers.
Their gazes met and Jeongguk saw Taehyung’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His pupils were a bit dilated and he was completely frozen. Still, he looked so beautiful, almost ethereal.
“Good night, Taehyung,” Jeongguk said quietly, not even sure why he wanted to talk to the younger all of the sudden. His reaction really surprised him and he’d by lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued.
“Go-good night, Jeongguk-ssi,” Taehyung stuttered out, looking like he was just brought back from a trance. Jeongguk nearly scoffed at the use of honorific, he wasn’t used to that. Most of his friends were calling him just by his name, even if they were younger, some members that have been in the gang for a long time called him hyung and some newer boss. Everyone usually called him boss when they were working, especially in front of rival gangs of course. But this honorific was something he hasn’t heard for a long time.
But he didn’t correct Taehyung. He just nodded and walked down the hallway to his room to take a long shower and wash out the long day and the blood from his body. Suddenly he doubted his initial thoughts, suddenly Taehyung didn’t seem so boring.
Taehyung slipped into his room a minute after Jeongguk. Even when the older man left the hallway, he stood there like frozen, not able to move.
He slipped into the comfy bed, his heart beating like crazy.
He didn’t know what it was. As soon as he saw Jeongguk and his eyes slipped to his hands, obviously covered in blood, his mouth ran dry. But it wasn’t fear that he felt, he couldn’t describe it. It was like a weird rush of adrenaline or something, seeing the big boss with someone’s blood on his hands. For a second there, he imagined Jeongguk with a weapon, possibly knife, cutting into someone. He could almost hear their scream in his head, the way their face was twisting in pain. He could see Jeongguk’s dark eyes, staring at the person with a small smirk on his lips, enjoying every second of the torture.
He didn’t know what the hell it was but he knew he wanted to see Jeongguk in action.