'Nothing Like Us' taekook

" What do you mean you lost him? I asked you to watch him 24/7! How hard could it be?You're all fucken incompetent! Got outsmarted by a boy!" Taehyung stated, slouching back to his black, leather chair, stretched arms on each side of  the glass desk.

The four men kept still, hands to the side, heads hanging low, shaking from fear not because the boss was yelling but because of the uncontrollable menace and coldness in his eyes.

" We're sorry boss. He must have been on to us and sneaked out the back door." One of the bodyguards managed to explain in one breath.

" You're all fucken idiots! If you don't find him within the next few hours you'll know what will fucken happen." A direct threat the four men knew he would put into action if they failed.

" Yes boss." He bowed waiting for instructions on how to proceed but Taehyung wasn't in the mood.

" Get out." He pointed at the door with a nod and they left running. Taehyung rested his head on the chair, razzing. His patience was suffering a massive blow and taming his anger seemed pointless. He was always in control of his emotions. Never yield to fear, rage, affection or any kind of human feeling. But during the last month his life had turned into a rollercoaster of unexpected events. 

He got up, lazily walking to the window, browsing the foggy, cloudy sky, tapping his fingers on the surface. He shook his head returning to his desk and made significant efforts to concentrate on his work. Read and send emails, checked charts, made a few calls but nothing seemed to calm his stormy mind.

He picked up the phone again pressing two.

" It's me." 

"Fuck! I can't catch a break even from wherever the hell you are boss." Yosef joked on the other line, chewing his peppermint gum.

" Not in the mood. Tell me what we've got." 

" Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing we can't handle. Everything is under control. Stop bagging me. It's the fifth call since yesterday." Yosef commented , wondering what was going on in Taehyung 's life because bloody hell he detected anxiety in his voice which was the first.

"Good.Let me know if anything changes."

" Am I getting another call from you in a few hours? I don't know about you but I'd like to rest before I get back to that asylum." He sounded more amused than annoyed.

" If I have to yeah. Don't need your permission." Taehyung threw at him.

" Where are you anyway?" Yosef asked, knowing how their conversation would end." You fled and didn't tell anyone."

" None of your damn business."he replied, cutting the call. Yosef put the phone aside and placing both hands under his head he smiled and stretched his stiff body.Taehyung was so predictable some times.

Taehyung went back to the grindstone , getting organized for the meeting at twelve but after half an hour he stopped being unable to concentrate. His thoughts travelled back to him and his anxiety levels were higher than expected.

He glanced at his expensive wristwatch. After the meeting ,around three he had a business lunch and then a date with Jungkook. He didn't know which was worse. A boring lunch or a gross date with that boy. Tapping his foot nervously on the floor, a message on his phone drew his attention.

     ' I'll have to cancel our date tonight. I'm not in Seoul and won't be back till the end of the week. Sorry..'

The bad premonition he had since last night came through. A flesh swell of rage rose in him, balling his fists and banging the desk. His chest puffed, uttering a sigh and swallowing a loud growl. Another message made his situation worse.

     ' Are you mad?' 

Mad? He had passed that level. He was furious! Smoke was coming out of his ears!However, he pulled himself together and answered.

     ' Of course not. Disappointed I won't see your beautiful face tonight but I understand.'

     ' I'll call you when I get the chance.' 

     ' Can't wait to see you,doll.'

     ' Me too.'

The older flung the phone on the couch on the other side of the room, nearly smashing it.

Where could he possibly have gone? Why didn't he tell him yesterday and waited for today? Oh that faggot was a piece of work! He wanted to keep his options open. Jungkook used his charms and undeniable beauty to trick men. Toy with them. Play and exploit their feelings, weaknesses. Thrived on their insecurities to lure them right into his trap.

Taehyung was a cold-blooded criminal. Stopped at nothing but that boy was far worse than him. He had no intention of being lenient to him despite Hobi and Bogum's strong objections. What did they know? They were outsiders. They couldn't grasp the importance of the situation.

Bogum thankfully was out of the country on business but he was stuck with sunshine Hobi..He often wondered how can a man constantly smile and laugh without a care in the world! 

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His week was restless. A continuous struggle to act normal, whatever that meant. Still no news from his people and Jungkook made no effort to contact him. Just one message in four days. Not even a call. One fucken phone call.

I guess he was too busy to find the time to pick up the fucken phone and make a fucken call! Taehyung was boiling , no fuming in rage and menace! His mind full of Jungkook. 

Where he was.

What he was doing.

Who he was with.

Was Jungkook with..No, that possibility was eating him alive. Shredding him to pieces.

He had lost his sleep, his concentration, his peace of mind.

" He's in London, boss. Staying at the Ritz. " One of his people handed him a file with photos." What do you want us to do?" 

" Out. Get out." he responded firmly, brushing the man off.

So, he was in London after all.

He actually followed him there. Chased after him. He had no pride, behaving like a lovesick teenager who can't handle rejection. Begging and pleading for attention.

His venomous eyes narrowed, bulging from their sockets. But he understood he had to work cunningly to reverse the situation.

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Jungkook was a wreck.This ordeal had left him open wounds that would require a lot of time to heal. Back in his flat, feeling the familiarity and warmth of it embracing him, he quickly checked his emails and got ready to go to work. While returning to Seoul he had called Taehyung, inviting him to his house after work. 

The truth was he didn't feel like going out to a fancy restaurant and a quiet night here seemed a better choice. He tidied the place and left for the gallery, wanting the distraction.

At nine he was back home with bags of groceries and began preparing dinner. He kept it simple and easy as he wasn't up to making something complicated. For dessert he bought some ice-cream and a few snacks.

At ten sharp his doorbell rang and when he opened the door he saw Taehyung standing holding a bouquet of red roses.

" Hello, Taehyung.. please come in." He stepped to the side to give him space as the man entered.

" Hi doll!" He grabbed hold of his waist and gave him a peck on the lips." For you." 

Jungkook blushed like a school boy,took the flowers and sniffed them." Thanks..they smell wonderful." 

Taehyung 's eyes scanned the room , searching in every nook and cranny. It wasn't what he expected." Is that all? There's no more?" 

Jungkook laughed." What did you expect? The Versailles? Sorry to disappoint you!" 

The truth was Taehyung 's expectations were higher. This place was ordinary. No luxuries. Expensive ornaments or valuable paintings. A simple student's apartment.Perhaps he invested his hard-earned money!

" I'm not disappointed. It's nice, comfortable." 

" You're an awful liar Taehyung." he teased him and took a vase from the dining table to put the flowers in." Have a seat." he said pointing at the couch and walked to the kitchen , the vase in his hands to put water for the roses." Can I get you some coffee or something stronger?"he shouted from inside.

" Tea..I hate coffee." Taehyung shouted back and tried to make himself comfortable on the small couch. Everything was small in this house. Even the host's morality!

Jungkook returned with two cups of tea, offering one to his guest." I didn't know you hate coffee." he noted taking a seat at the armchair to the side of the couch.

" It tastes funny. Never liked it. Not my cup of tea." He took a sip feeling his tension subsiding and unbuttoned his black jacket suit, slouching backwards and tucking his long legs.

Jungkook smiled at the expression he used to describe his detest for coffee." I love coffee! When I study I practically survive on coffee." 

Taehyung 's curiosity about his trip and absence was escalating and he had to ask." How was your trip? Everything ok?" 

He didn't fail to observe the sorrow and pain in the younger 's eyes who immediately turned sad." Would you mind if we don't talk about my trip? I don't want to spoil our mood." 

His refusal vexed him even more but he curbed his anger, remained undisturbed and didn't insist." Suit yourself. I won't force you. Whenever you're ready to talk I'm here to listen." 

Jungkook was thankful he didn't because he wasn't ready to discuss last days' events." How was your week? " he asked changing the subject.

" Boring without you doll!" He winked at the younger whose face flustered.

" I find it hard to believe." he teased him, folding his legs on the armchair,holding the cuppa in both hands.

" I can show you..but it will make you blush more."

The younger coughed, pulling a face." Are you hungry? I cooked. Something simple because I got delayed at work."

Although Taehyung wasn't hungry at all he nodded and Jungkook showed him the table, setting everything and sat across him.

 Korean food.. again!Taehyung wasn't into it much but pretended to enjoy it.What he took pleasure in was the strawberry ice-cream with the whipped cream and nuts. After dinner they sat back on the couch, drinking red wine and Taehyung got the opportunity to wrapped is arm around the younger 's shoulder, drawing him closer.

" You smell like flowers.." he whispered charmingly,brushing his fingers on the young flesh, spreading warm waves of pleasure on Jungkook.

" You smell like musk..fierce and dominant.." he said with a long sigh, mounting his head on his shoulder.

Taehyung smirked devilishly at the intense trembling of his body and the effect he had on him. Jungkook was giving the impression of an easy prey but Taehyung knew it was an act. A well calculated, organized act. He was a master in manipulation!

" But you're not afraid of me." 

Jungkook chuckled, his fingers caressing the man's leg." Why would I be afraid of you Taehyung? Are you gonna kill me or something?" he joked ,missing to observe the dark, devilish look on his eyes.

' If only I could..' the man thought, cupping the younger 's hand on his thighs.

" Perhaps I am..a killer with a mission to destroy you, doll."

Jungkook giggled." Oh please! You're funny hyung!" 

Taehyung 's fingers gripped his jaw, raising his head." I want you." He gasped saying it. It gave him shivers of disgust. The original plan didn't include hot make out sessions, only an exhibit of his immense wealth but Jungkook seemed to have a huge appetite for sex, behaving proode but looking starving. So he had decided to extend his plan up to a point. Fucking was out of the question! The man had his limits!

Jungkook's eyes blinked cutely and he felt there was lack of oxygen and his mouth was dry. He was gulping air, not saliva." I.. want you too..but I'm a bit scared."

" I'm not gonna hurt you. We'll take it slow." he promised to ease his pretend worries." Stop whenever you tell me." 

His lips touched Jungkook 's softly in a tender kiss and his fingers tangled in his hair. Their strong scent smashing on the other's face. This time Taehyung avoided using his tongue to arouse the boy but took it slow, waiting for him to take initiative.

Jungkook could feel his senses on fire. Taehyung 's tenderness was waking up buried desires and he was craving for more. More of him. His hugs and kisses. His hands exploring his body. He moaned as his tongue, without asking permission, invaded the man's mouth, tangling, stirring,sucking his. That well hidden part of his brain screaming to be careful was dismissed and Jungkook climbed on top of him, sitting on his lap. Legs on each side, hands tugging his hair, kissing him in frenzy.

Jungkook was handing himself over to the most notorious man. A ruthless criminal. A criminal with a plan to destroy him.

The older's hands travelled from his neck to his back, reaching his firm, round ass, cupping and squeezing it." You're fire..doll.." he moaned through the kiss.

Jungkook, too caught up in the passion and longing, fuzzy from desire, kept attacking his mouth. His voice was heard from a distance. His words intensified the paralyzing,soul consuming fire in him. His hard-on grinding on Taehyung's, producing a lava of bliss. The older backed away, heavily breathing and abruptly pulled up Jungkook's sweater. He froze at the sight of his perfect, milky skin and the round nipples decorating his broad chest. Unwillingly gulped and his chest was pumping. His eyes filled in, provoking lust and ferocity.

That was the moment for Taehyung to act. Grabbing him from the shoulders , he threw him on the couch, hoovering above him. Jungkook's hands were tugged over his head, his wrists trapped between the man's fingers. His lips licked and slurped and bit the pulsating,tender flesh of his neck creating huge knots. 

Jungkook was lost.. completely lost in the wilderness of his yearning, tossing his head, bitting his own arm, arching his lower part to feel more of that friction that ruined his mind, leading him to unknown paths.

The man's head moved downwards, hiding his right nipple in his wet mouth, lapping and sucking ,bitting it until it was too much..too damn much for Kook and he let his moans and whimpers escape. Taehyung then trailed his tongue to the other nipple, repeating the same thing.

Jungkook thought he would cum just by torturing his nipples." Taehyung..please..need more..please.." he implored losing all control.

Taehyung sneered and his teeth pulled down his white sweatpants and boxer, releasing his throbbing cock. Taehyung 's eyes narrowed, mist covered them as the vibrating cock was in close proximity. His breaths ,sharp and stormy, a sizzling fire burning from within as his tongue licked the drenched tip of the younger 's cock, tasting the salty precum.

He should be appalled. He ought to feel disgusted. His stomach should clench from the need to puke.

He wanted to..but he kept lapping the cockhead like a junky needing this fix. Inhaling the sweet, vanilla scent mixed with the powerful masculine fragrance. Both hands fisted the pulsating cock, Jungkook groaned and moaned when the man's hands squeezed the cock tightly making more precum flow out as he licked the tip taking in all the juices, getting goosebumps..he didn't mean to..he really didn't.

The younger 's cock panged uncontrollably as it was lodged in Taehyung's warm mouth, taking it all in, swirling his tongue around the head, pulling the foreskin back while sucking up and down and at the same time cupped and squeezed his balls. 

Jungkook's whole body quivering from spasms and his need to cum. His half closed eyes a portrait of haze and his moans swarming out sharp and in sequence. His cock plunging in and out with ferocity ,smashing Taehyung's throat, gagging and choking him but he kept taking him deeper and deeper with a need that thrilled and frightened him.

" Taehyung.. I'm gonna..cum..I need..to..cum.." he stuttered, bending his lower part and digging his nails in the older's back, leaving visible marks. As his cock continued to trash the man's throat, the younger blinked and rolled his eyes, venting tears, curling his toes and letting out a beeping groan , he came loads inside the warm mouth,feeling his body and soul, swaying and then scattering to pieces.

Taehyung gorged down the salty spurts of cum till the last drop and the sensation of it sinking in his veins produced a crooked fulfillment and a heartfelt craving, threatening to shatter the beliefs and foundations he had based his life on.

He should stop.

He had to put an end.

To quit while he could.

The repercussions would be severe.

" Suck my cock." Taehyung gawked, shocked by his own request. He had no control over his thoughts and emotions. As if his body had a mind and will of its own. Diving in unknown waters, scuffling to break free and at the same time plunging deeper in the abyss of lust.

He sat back on the couch, trembling, impatient hands unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles along with his boxer, his huge, wet from precum, aching cock, springing out.

He couldn't remember a time he was that hard to the point he could cum untouched.

" Wrap your mouth around it.." he gasped." Take it all in..choke on it.." He spread his legs open and Jungkook, still in haze, knelt between them, his body heated up. His heart pumping in his naked chest and his misty eyes locked on the twitching cock in front of him.

He gripped his hand around it, giving kitten licks up and down, hearing the man moaning and growling, moving his body forward. His tongue washed the tip of the cockhead taking in the strongs of precum dripping on his mouth and jaw making Taehyung brutally groan. 

It was too unbearable..too fucken intense. It stripped the man of logic and all that mattered was being sucked till he could finally release the tension. Jungkook's mouth, wet and warm, accepted the throbbing hard-on, driving Taehyung to the edge.

" Oh God..I love how my cock feels in your mouth..suck me.. goddamn it..suck me!"he grumbled, titling his head, grabbing Jungkook's hair while mouthfucking him.

Tears filled Jungkook 's eyes, battling to breath and the huge cock was gagging him as he was bobbing his head accepting him balls deep.

Jungkook loved the feeling of being full and the overstimulation was turning him into someone who was born to give and take pleasure. His hand cupped and jammed his balls, hearing Taehyung cursed , gritting his teeth. He kept being deep-throated and Taehyung's thrusts turned sharper and more brutal,choking Jungkook to the point he could no longer breathe and his tears were running non stop.

" You're gonna make me cum so hard..so fucken hard.." He couldn't believe it himself. Nothing stimulated him more than his toys and his slaves being submitted to pain and torture. Or so he thought..this was entirely different. A longing desire to dominate and submit to one person. The person he hated and detested the most. The person he was on a mission to destroy.

One look at Jungkook knelt between his legs, stuffed with his cock was more than enough to make him cum. Two aggressive and powerful thrusts and his load was unleashed inside the wet mouth, overflooding it with spurts of hot semen, dribbling everywhere,growling and twitching.

" Swallow it..feel me..feel it rushing through your veins.. becoming bone with your blood.." He gripped his hair tighter, making sure Jungkook would take it all. Then he rested his fuzzy head on the back of the couch , trying to catch his breath and tame his racing heart.

" Taehyung?" Jungkook said out of breath, coughing and wiping the tears from his eyes.

" Yeah?" He couldn't talk. He couldn't think. He had burnt all his brain cells.

" You're not gonna act cold now, are you?" Jungkook was scared. Last time they shared intimate moments Taehyung turned into an ice cube and the younger wasn't in the mood for games. He needed to keep things simple and clear 

" No." It seemed Taehyung was totally unable to form his thoughts into words. He simply wanted to..fucken hell! 

 He didn't know what he wanted but somehow, against all his principles and to keep appearances, grabbed Jungkook placing him on his lap and surprisingly hugged him. V never hugs. V never cuddles. If he stayed like that a bit more, having his cock poking Jungkook's asscrack he would..he would do something stupid.

They stayed like that for a while, with Jungkook's head roosted in his crook , Taehyung 's hands hooked around his waist and their hearts pounding.

" I think I should go." 

" Why?" Jungkook asked, pouting.

" If I don't leave now.. I'm gonna fuck you so hard.. and I promised to take things slow." he explained but reality was he didn't trust himself around this boy. He needed to concentrate on his goal.

Jungkook whined but warily agreed. They put on their clothes, Taehyung kissed him goodnight and left in a hurry.

The younger was alone in an empty apartment feeling unsatisfied and drained. Something was troubling him but couldn't pinpoint it. He decided to stop overthinking and go to sleep if that was a possibility.

Taehyung ran down the stairs, exited the building, searching for a dark, isolated spot. He vomited as soon as he found a dim alley. Drops of cold sweat covered his forehead, dripping down his cheeks. He muffled a loud snort, ruffling his wet hair trying to get Jungkook's image out of his head. 

Going home, he spewed up again and had a long, hot bath to remove the stink of his touches, scrubbing his skin till it became red and completely naked, breathing heavily he grabbed a bottle of whiskey, gorging it down.

He was feeling sick to his stomach. Controlling his rage and disgust seemed futile. Perplexity and bewilderment impelled him to bang his fist on the wall, hurling the bottle of booze across the room, scattering it to pieces as he walked through the room, knocking things over to his path. Glasses shattered. Bottles exploded. Furniture flipped.

V never loses control.

V never shows his rage.

V swallows his menace, steering clear of troubles.

V is sturdy.

V doesn't have sex. He fucks.

Uses pain and torture to sexually arouse his slaves. 

That's how he operates.

So what the fuck was wrong with him?