Fast Draw Ðÿž¯ Vkook Mafia First time

A black Cadillac CT4 pulled out of the sub urbs, whisking through the darkness of the hidden alleys of South Central. It moved swiftly, scrawling upon the winding routes which traversed vast plains of young poppy, gently swaying under the moonlight.

Jungkook hummed an odd tune, tapping his fingers on the steering as his Cadillac progressed on the idle road. From time to time he glanced to the side checking upon the boy seated on the passenger’s, quietly looking out of the window.

He noticed the little hiccups emitting from his throat, swollen eyelids from too much crying, a white bandage wrapped around the left palm as Taehyung refused to even look at the older. 

The ravenette trained his gaze to the front again, deciding to remain mum for the time being as he aimlessly drove through the dusty pack tracks between farmlands.

The evening didn’t go as expected, obviously. Or rather he could say it went just as expected, with the younger boy screaming his heart out even with the needle 10cm away from his skin. But that didn’t stop the boss from restraining the boy to his seat and grabbing hold of him as he forcefully sew his initials on each of his fingers.

B U N N Y

It took more than a few hours and lots of struggle with two men to tackle the thrashing boy down until it was finally done.

Bunny, the name everyone called Jungkook when he was a little boy prancing around the courtyard with two teeth out, the same name the gangster had grown to use as an alias, especially on the note of his serendipitous arrival to the enemy grounds- the note of death.

It meant more than just a name to Jungkook, it was his mark. And it was supposed to be on everything he owned, whether they like it… or not.

Smiling in satisfaction, Jungkook looked down at his own freshly bandaged palm gripping the thick wheel, and thought back to how surprisingly enough he had kept his word and gotten himself inked in the same place as Taehyung. Something he wouldn’t have done even for his own family or friends.

He didn’t particularly know why he did it, but there really wasn’t much else to do when Taehyung was bawling his pretty eyes out like that. And for the record, Taehyung did stop crying when he saw the ravenette get inked without a sliver of discomfort, his big wet eyes blinking in awe.  

Sometimes Jungkook truly hated the way he was, cruel and heartless for the most part. He never really meant what he said, never cared twice before hurting someone. But just like Taehyung, he couldn’t stop himself from being that certain type of way.

No matter how much he hated it, he had accepted -  it was who he was. It was what made him the demonic mob boss who took lives and killed the innocent. The kidnapper, the destroyer, the all life perpetrator – son of Jeon.

And No one had been an exception to this.

The ravenette turned to throw another glance at Taehyung, who still hadn’t moved an inch since the past half an hour. He finally sighed, clearing his throat before speaking up.

“Cat… you okay?”

The silver head didn’t respond, still looking out of the window, unmoving. Jungkook ran a bandaged hand through his hair.

“Mad at me?” He asked again.

Taehyung straightened up at that, gingerly turning his head to look at the older with his red puffy eyes.

Slowly he shook his head, lifting the bandaged hand with a wry gaze.

“No…”

The mob boss was partly surprised by the answer, having expected the boy to be furious on him for forcing the whole ordeal on him.

“No?”

Taehyung shook his head again, sliding back on his seat.

“Then?” Jungkook probed.

“‘m not mad… j-just in pain… I-guess.” The silver head croaked, tilting his head to catch a reaction, any reaction that might have reflected on the ravenette’s face.

But the man remained still, coldly nonchalant as he changed the gear of his car.

“So?” Jungkook asked back, a rude strain in his voice, “want me to kiss your booboo away?”

Taehyung remained silent, staring at Jungkook with a blank pensive gaze for a long time. The mob boss didn’t look at him, but could obviously feel the eyes burning holes on the side of his face.

“What?” He spat, sounding irritated but on the inside he felt sort of uneasy.

“Nothing.” Taehyung turned his gaze to the front, a sudden soft smile gracing his love shaped lips. Soon and much to Jungkook’s surprise, the soft smile was replaced by little giggles, which then turned into hearty chuckles escaping the boy’s mouth.

Taehyung threw his head to the back, covering a rectangular grin with his hands as he let out lil sounds of pure joy, deep voice ringing like wind chimes in the night.

Jungkook had momentarily forgotten to drive, his eyes trained on the guffawing boy in nothing but concern and a hint of pure amazement. He never knew Taehyung could laugh like that… and look even more beautiful than he already was?

How was that even possible?

“Kim…? Have you finally lost it?” He asked instead, carefully watching as the boy turned to look at him – his smile reduced as an unknown fire burned in his doe eyes.

“Don’t call me that, Jeon.” He snapped in his soft yet deep voice, completely startling the mob boss next to him.

“What did you… Say?” Jungkook stared, confused and vaguely amused at the sudden turn of events.

“I said, don’t call me Kim.” Taehyung repeated, voice firm as his fiery gaze met Jungkook’s dark ones, “And stop the car. Right now!”

Jungkook frowned as the younger began to tug at the locked car door, trying to pry it open with his bandaged hand.

“Taehyung what are you–” he reached out to stop him only for his hand to be slapped away as the tugging increased. Jungkook had to infact stop the car by the side of the road, to free both his hands in order to handle the boy and give him a piece of his mind.

But Taehyung was faster, having successfully unlocked the door as soon as the car stopped, and bolting out before the ravenette could catch hold of him.

Jungkook panicked. For a sheer second, the mafia boss didn’t know what to do. Was Taehyung running away? After staying around for so long on his own will… He was running away?

Just like that?

He couldn’t figure much but one thing was sure– he couldn’t let that happen, he wasn’t going to let that happen.

The mob boss climbed out of his vehicle, slamming the door with his boot as his simmering icy eyes scanned the surroundings. It wasn’t long before he spotted a dainty figure running into the white moonlit poppy fields, his own legs pulsing up to follow him on a hot chase.

Jungkook was on Taehyung’s heels in no time, the silver head gasping as he ducked and pranced through the narrow muddy rows extending between the bushes. He skipped and stumbled but didn’t stop running, confusing the mob boss even more as to where he was headed.

The track was in the middle of nowhere, leading nowhere.

Where the hell was he even going?

But Jungkook didn’t have to wait that long for an answer, the short chase coming to an end as the silver headed boy finally stopped, probably out of breath. Taehyung huffed in some air, hands cupping his knees as the ravenette approached him from behind.

Jungkook stopped a few feet away from him, one hand slipping behind his back to retrieve the gun tucked into his belt.

Taehyung looked up at the sound of a gun cocking behind him, slowly spinning on his feet to face the ravenette aiming it right to his head.

For a moment everything was quiet, save for the crickets grating from the bushes and the night breeze blowing swiftly.

“Don’t you dare move,” Jungkook growled dangerously low, “Not a step more, kitty.”

The silver head shivered at the warning but still somehow stood his ground, a tired sigh leaving his lips. He looked at his hands, wearily lifting the bandaged one and staring at it for a while.

“J-jungkook…?” He mumbled out dazedly, fingers gently tugging on the loosened ends of the bandage, “W-when was your f-first time?”

Jungkook cocked a brow at the sudden question thrown at him.

“First time?”

“Y-yeah… The first time you… had Sex?” Taehyung blushed hotly, dropping the soiled bandage on the floor as his eyes took in the dark letters printed on the middle of each of his fingers.

“Mm… That was years ago. I was probably 15? I don’t remember– Why though?” He questioned, hand still holding up the gun in place as he took a careful step towards the silver head.

Taehyung didn’t respond, quietly staring down at his tatted fingers in awe.

“Bunny?” He giggled out suddenly, ignoring his previous response and raising his hand to show Jungkook, “Who’s bunny?”

“Me.” Jungkook replied briefly, observing as the boy hummed in appreciation.

“Bunny… Bunny hyung?” He purred, looking up at Jungkook with mischievous twinkling eyes, “Did you mark me as yours?”

The ravenette subconsiously lowered his gun as the smaller boy took a small step closer to him.

“Did you?” Taehyung asked again, whispering.

“Am I yours now?”

Jungkook felt his mouth parch at Taehyung’s abysmal cadence, his own words dying in his throat. Taehyung looked so beautiful, so so beautiful- impossibly heavenly with his soft silver locks shinning and swaying under the moonlight.

“Yes,” he admitted after a long moment of blissful staring, watching how Taehyung’s face brightened up further, if that was even possible, “Yes I marked you as mine kitty.”

“Oh…” Taehyung lowered his lashes bashfully, tucking a stray lock behind his ear, “Then…”

“What’s taking you so long to claim me?”

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Jungkook was stunned. Legs rooted to their spot and hands stiffening around the weapon as he stared down the once shy boy, who now looked back at him with a different gaze.

A gaze he’d never expected to see on the boy before– a gaze full of desire, need and raw hunger.

Taehyung took another brave step despite the previous warning, moving closer to the very man holding his possible death.

“Tell me…why?” He husked vulnerably,
“You want me to beg you? Is that it?”

The mob boss seemed to finally unfreeze from his trance, hands falling on his sides as he looked down at Taehyung with an unreadable expression.

“and… what if I say I do?” He asked back, watching as the angelic boy bit back a smile.

“Well then, I beg. ”

Taehyung took another step, his fingers reaching up to slowly unbutton the flower printed loose crop shirt he had worn. With each step more buttons came off, exposing more and more unmarked tan skin beneath.

Jungkook’s eyes wavered down for a second, a small smirk gracing his lips before he trained them back on the silver head’s face.

“I see you’ve been making notes,” he joked quietly, more to reduce the tension building up within himself than anything else.

But it didn’t work at all. Not when the boy didn’t respond, steadily closing the distance between them with his shirt completely undone, hanging frailly from his shoulders as his glorious tan skin glistened under the pale moonlight.

When he was close enough, Taehyung raised his hands and wrapped them around Jungkook’s neck, flashing a small innocent smirk.

“Hyung, Please make me yours, claim me. I-i want you,” Taehyung took in a shaky breath, teeth clamping the inside of his lip, “I’ve wan’ed you for so long now…”

The silver head gasped as his body was suddenly pulled forward, crashing against Jungkook hard chest as the latter released a low growl.

“Then why the hell did you run away from me?” Jungkook gritted, tightening his hold around Taehyung’s tiny waist.

The boy fluttered his lashes, looking up at the boss with a cute smile.

“I’ve always wanted my first time to be in a f-flower field like this,” he shrugged, biting his lip rather mischievously. Jungkook reached a finger and untucked the bitten lip, lightly smacking the boy on his cheek that still had Taehyung flinching.

“Don’t ever try that again or I’ll personally break all your bones,” the boss threatened, pulling him closer against his body. Taehyung nodded diligently as he threaded his fingers through the older’s dark raven hair.

“So… Will you?”

Jungkook looked down at the hopeful boy in his arms for a long minute, before shaking his head in negative.

“You didn’t beg properly.” He replied, hiding a smug smile.

The younger whined, pushing his lips into a yearning pout.

“Please, please, please hyung! Please–uh– I want you so bad–”

“Where? Where do you want me Taehyung?” Jungkook questioned, staring down at the said boy with a dark gaze.

“I want you– I need you– i-inside me, hyung…”

He felt the hold around his waist tighten at those words, deciding to continue as long as he got what he yearned for.

“I want you to be inside of me hyung, i– want you to f-fill me up, please let me just– feel you like that– for once! In return, you could u-use me however you like, as long as you like, I wouldn’t refuse you– not anymore–”

“–Please just fuck me.”

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A/N: the next chapter’s what we’ve all been waiting for ( I’ll be uploading it soon).

I’m so sorry for making you wait for this long though T_T  but the other parts are just as necessary for the turn the story is about to take in a few chapters.

There will be a major mood change in the story– Are y’all ready?

I’m sorry if it ain’t that good 🙁 I’m probably still unable to tackle the stress in my life and it shows in my work too. But anyhow it’ll get better ofcourse, I’m not letting go of this story.

I love you all 💜