Partition {Part 1} [Kim Taehyung]
Namjoon. Head of one of the fiercest gangs in Seoul, and your boyfriend. You know he has been working on something big lately. Whatever it is, heās keeping it very quiet. So quiet, that youāre beginning to doubt whether heāll ever get any time with you.Ā
But when his driver, the infamous Kim Taehyung, is tasked with taking you home during a date-gone-wrong, heās got nothing but time for you. And time is something youāre finding it really hard to resistā¦Ā
Warning: drug use, cheating, oral sex, unprotected sex, cum swallowing.Ā
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Although heād never technically told you what he did, to say you were oblivious about the nature of Namjoonās job would be an outright lie. Because from the moment youād met, things had never seemed to add up. The late late nights heād visit in the absence of any regular schedule dictated by his job, the private dinners he held with ācolleaguesā and blew you off about whenever you tried to ask, the expensive gifts adorned on you that would cost any normal man in his late 20s a years salary, the security alarms heād insisted you install in your old apartment before you moved in with himā¦ It had all had you suspicious from the moment youād begun your courtship with him.
It had been a whirlwind romance that had lead you here, tucked neatly against his arm in the back of his chaefeured car, the stark press of his cashmere suit soft against your bare arm and the scent of his heady cologne filling your nostrils. What youād seen in him, was everything youād craved in a man. He oozed an aura of wealth and power, spoke with intelligence and worked hard to provide you with every possible want in your life. Youād easily fallen for his innate need to care for you, head over heels in love before you could even stop it from happening.
Thatās why it was so easy to overlook his career choice when you found out.
Kim Namjoon. Intellectual, lover and the head of one of the fiercest gangs in Seoul. Your boyfriend - one youād stick with through thick and thin.
You watch him carefully as he smooths his dark hair, strands already neatly in place with a generous helping of pommade, before casually dropping it down over your shoulder. He allows his fingers to play with the wide, billowing straps of your dress - one youād spent an hour selecting for your date - caressing lightly against the flesh of your collarbone.
āYou know the restaurant, right?,ā Namjoon queries to the man in the front seat, long time confidant and trusted member of his squad. Through the dropped partition separating the space in the car, you catch Taehyungās eyes in the rear view mirror, trained carefully on the exposed skin Namjoonās hands are warming. At the sound of his bossās voice, they snap away - the gray blonde of his fringe dusting against his forehead with the movement. āThe french one with the valet parking over in Gangnam.ā Ā
āYes, boss.,ā Taehyung nods without hesitation, eyes moving steadily forward to watch the road carefully. āI know the one. In this traffic, I imagine it will take about half an hour to get there.ā
āHalf an hour?,ā Namjoon glances your way, the soft smirk dusting dimples across his cheek causing your heart to beat a little faster. You knew that look as well as you knew Namjoonā¦ and it only meant one thing. āIām sure we can find something to do while we drive, right Gorgeous?ā
