The inked sky dripped with wet panic, the sun too quick to cower behind the bleak horizon that washed behind a deep murk. Grey thicken clouds and muted city lights, rain drizzled down the foggy windows, wet lines etched into the panes. Bitter as the night seemed Jeong Hwa had a sour taste in his mouth, metallic and salty. Blood. His own blood, drawn from his bitten lip. Pain nulled by his thoughts, the blood still lingered, and he soon washed it away with a strong drink that burned his wounded lip.
There was a knock on his door. He grunted, ‘Come one,’ and his secretary, Se Jin, stepped inside his office; head lowered. Jeong Hwa turned, then sat at his desk and fiddled with an empty cigarette pack in his trousers. He’s run out sooner than expected. “What is it?” He said.
“Excuse my intrusion Sir, but Miss Choi’s parents just called. They wanted you to know she had your baby early this morning. The also mentioned your son was named Jeong Guk”
Jeong Hwa peered up at Se Jin, then straighten. His fingers dug into his armrests, then he released reluctantly. “What?”
“Miss Choi had you baby... Sir?”
“Does Eun Hee know?”
Se Jin shook his head. “No Sir. As of right now it’s just you and her family. They feared if it got out that you had your first born especially during this situation, it’d be difficult for not only them but also the child.” Jeong Hwa pressed back into his chair and ran a hand through his hair, pulled at the ends tightly, then closed his eyes.
“For now,” He said, “… keep this between us.” Se Jin nodded. “Should anybody else find out, especially Eun Hee, you’ll be the blame.”
“Of course Sir.”
Jeong Hwa grabbed his coat from his closet, tossed it around his shoulders, then fixed the cuffs to he shirt. The doors pushed open and two guards walked in. Their heads lowered, just as Se Jin’s.
One spoke into his ear piece, the other said, “It’s time Sir,” Jeong Hwa gave a curt nod and Se Jin stepped aside as he passed.
“One more thing Sir,” He said.
Jeong Hwa stopped.
“Our business partners are threatening to pull away from the Bureau if what’s being said on the news is true. Most recently, your partnership with Daesung Industries. They hold 35 percent of our shares, should they back out it’d be a huge setback in our funds.”
“Once again, Se Jin,” Jeong Hwa grit; hands balled in his pockets. “I’ll take care of it.”
When he reached the lobby a flock of reporters rushed towards him. Guards surrounded him and pushed past reporters. Microphones were held to his mouth. Questions thrown at him from every direction, and cameras were forced in his face.
“Mr. Jeon!”
“Over here please!”
“Mr. Jeon!”
“Mr. Jeon Jeong Hwa! Is it true you stole funds from the Share Your Dreams Foundation which were supposedly giving charity money to?!”
Jeong Hwa hesitated. He stopped, legs unmoving like he was paralyzed from the waist down. Through the bright flashes he looked for the reporter who pushed past the crowd, a wide smile plastered onto her face, as she sooth out her uncoordinated suit.
“Mr. Jeon, is it true you stole funds from the Share Your Dreams Foundation which were supposedly giving charity money to?”
“Boss.” A guard warned.
“As of right now I can assure you I’d never steal funds from a charity I am supporting or any charity, for the matter. And, I am looking into everything that’ll lead us to the truth of this matter. You and the public have my word.”
***
Blood splatter to the ground as a guard kicked Kyu Won across his face. He spat out the lingering blood. Jeong Hwa grimaced in disgust. The guard tugged on Kyu Won’s hair and lifted his head to Jeong Hwa. He glared, his tied hands struggling to pull free from the bruising ropes. Jeong Hwa kneeled in front of him, leveled to his height, then sighed. “How unfortunate.” He said. “That it’s come to this. Getting sent to jail for fraud. It really is sad. You just had your first child. What a shame, you won’t be there to watch him grow up.”
“Why’re you doing this. You know fully well, it was all you, Jae Suk and I backed out when we found out what you were doing. You think we won’t vouch for that?”
Jeong Hwa stood, then took a step back. The guards lifted him by his arms and dragged him to his desk. There laid a pen and a piece of paper. A guard shoved his face in front of that paper, and Jeong Hwa said, “We already took care of Jae Suk.” He smiled. “Even more unfortunate, we’ll find out about his passing tomorrow. A suicide… how terrible, that is. Nobody will take a lone man vouching for himself true. After all, the evidence stacks up against you.”
“Jae Suk?! Did you kill him?! Your own friend?! Your own family?!”
“MY FAMILY!" Jeong Hwa took a breath then brushed his fallen hair from his face."… is my blood. Kyu Won. I thought you knew that by now. Everything I do is for my own blood. They’re the first people I protect.”
“And us? What about us? For your family you just throw your friends away? We helped you get here, without us, you’d be nothing? You’d have no family. We were the closest things you had to family. Hwa Young too!”
Jeong Hwa punched him, his head rolled back but the guards forced it down to the table with brutal strength, that made his eyes go blurry and his head pound. “Don’t you dare let her name come out of your filthy lips.” He took deep breath, and rested his hands on his waist.
“Why do you think you’re so angry? Because you know she left you. When you tried to protect you when we tried to get her to understand you,” Kyu Won coughed. A string a blood dripped from his mouth and to the paper. “I guess she saw you for who you really were… I should’ve never helped you. Jae Suk and I-”
“Are you done mopping yet? Get him another piece of paper... Mmm... You will write… that you were the one who stole the funds from the Share Your Dreams foundation. That you felt guilty for framing your friend,” Jeong Hwa chuckled, “And that-”
“I won’t. I don’t care if you kill. Do you really think I’d take the blame?”
“Yes. For your child anyways, wouldn’t you? It’s bad enough the kid will have to grow up known as a criminal’s child, do you want the child to disappear on top of that? Off to a poor family, somewhere in the slumps of... Thailand? China?”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Kyu Won choked. He restrained against the strong hold of the guards, fighting a battle he had no chance in winning to enter a war. There was no way in hell he was going to win.
The door to his office opened and Kyu Won’s bother Ri Wook entered restrained against two guards. He knocked one into book shelf, then slammed the other onto. He ran to Kyu Won dodged the guards, to knocked Jeong Hwa to the side. The two guards that held Kyu Won down struggled to restrain him. A shot was fired, directly at Ri Wook’s arm which had reached out for his brother. It pierced the skin near his wrist, and he let out the most pain wrenching scream.
“Wook!” Kyu Won called out, struggling against the guards. The others had Ri Wook thrown to the ground, every inched on their strength focused on keeping him down.
Jeong Hwa rolled his neck, and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Just as you protect your family I do the same. Is that wrong? What makes our situations so different? Your family is there reason, your writing this confession letter, They’re the reason you’re going to jail, because you don’t want them to get hurt, right? Look.” Jeong Hwa pointed at Ri Wook, blood gaped from his arm onto the carpet, his face red, and thick veins stuck out from his head. He looked like he was getting suffocated. “You’re not doing a very good job.”
Kyu Won’s clinched his hands into fist and grit his teeth so hard he thought they might break, then he said. “Fine…” He drawled “Fine. I’ll do it.” Voice raw and thick of desperation.
Jeong Hwa smiled. “See? Family can make you do crazy things. Kyu Won… do you still think you’re my better? You should let this be you lesson, so now you know we’re more alike than your wanted us to be.” Jeong reached for the door, stopped then turned his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your child. If you want, I’ll raise him as if it were my own. After all we are family, by your definition.”
Before he left Kyu Won called out for him, voice muffled and restrained, “Don’t touch Tae Hyung.”
So, his name was Tae Hyung.
Notes:
This is my very first draft, so I understand that it's suckish. Essentially I just wanted to know if it was interesting enough to continue on with, and what your though on it are. It also isn't the full chapter I just brought out the main plot points, that kick off the rest of the story.
• I POSTED THIS ON MY ao3 account , POSTING HERE IS SORT OF JUST A BACK UP
• Summary→ A drunken night continues to make all three of you do perverted things. Things complicate themselves when the alcohol loses its effect.
• Pairing → kim taehyung x reader (ft. jeon jungkook x reader & a bit of park jimin
• Genre → Smut
• Warnings → cursing, drinking and a lot of filth
• Word count → 2.1k
THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF A PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Jungkook's panting was joined with the sounds of yours and Taehyung's breathy moans, which created a perverted harmony to fuel even greater arousal for all three present pairs of ears. Taehyung kept rocking his hips deep inside of you, and Jungkook didn't even blink as he watched it all happen right before him. He was still stroking himself, catching eye contact with you.
"You like how he watches?" Taehyung bit your neck, pushing himself inside of you harder and faster. You moaned yes all over again. Taehyung, made you suck on his thumb, almost making Jungkook drool a little bit. Jungkook stroked his member even faster, the sight before him very arousing. Taehyung looked at Jungkook too and smirked, flipping you over to take you from behind. You arched your back lustfully, completely under his control. "Oh, that's so good hot stuff." He groaned, his slow pace starting of. His thick length filled you up completely and you swore you felt the switch that made you rush for your orgasm. "Faster, faster-" You panted, making Taehyung intertwine his fingers in your hair and pull your hair hard, fucking fast and hard into you with no mercy. You used your right hand to rub your sensitive nub, squirming under him and clenching hard - the same way Jungkook clenched hard his member.
Jungkook kept tugging on his balls, the sight of your naked physique making him want to face fuck you. He leaked precum like wild, his fantasy coming alive. Taehyung looked at Jungkook, provoking him with his eyes as he fucked you even harder, making you cum so hard you had to moan into a pillow. You clenched your pussy around him, and Taehyung could swear he heard you screaming his name, which aroused him even more. Both boys were so eager to cum. Taehyung flipped you over and hooked your leg over his back to give him better access. He pounded into you, trying to reach his orgasm while he crept at your fucked out face. He put his hand around your neck and choked you, making you squirm with pleasure under him. Kook was on the other hand, rushing for his orgasm, stroking his long member so hard he felt shivers rush through his legs. You stared at Jungkook who stared at you back as he came, his semen splurging on his t-shirt and sticking to it. Taehyung was going so fast, you could have sworn nobody has ever fucked you so fast and so good in your entire life. "Cum for me Tae." You moaned, watching him push himself over the edge. He squeezed your left breast and let out a loud groan, the vein on his neck protruding as he was fucking into you to cum inside the condom. He bit on your neck, slowly rocking himself inside of you. Taehyung came so hard he got lightheaded. The pleasure had filled his entire body as he smiled to himself, realising he finally had sex with you, and it felt like the most arousing, hot and heavy experience he ever had. Taehyung laid next to you, the immediate ego boost rising to the sky after he saw how fucked out you were.
Jungkook never felt such an insane rush of blood through his veins. His legs got numb which made him scared. How can he run away now? Immediate shame washed over him, even though all three of you were drunk, lost, or just manipulating the situation, wanting this to happen even when sober. Jungkook quickly zipped his trousers and got up, furious with himself. Why did Taehyung only fuck you? Why was Jungkook again the impostor inside the room?
You tried to call out his name but before you could, he slammed the door behind himself, making you jump to stop him. "Jungkook-ah, don't be such a pussy." Taehyung was full of himself, his ego reaching heavens. He was so proud of himself for being in the lead once again, making you squirm under him as Jungkook, who Taehyung thought was weak, only observed, obeying Taehyung completely.
"You're such an asshole." The strong orgasm sobered you up and the situation inside your head only got worse. You put your clothes on quickly, rushing after Jungkook as Taehyung laid in his bed, smiling to himself.
You rushed down the stairs, almost falling two times. Jimin caught you when you slipped on the last stair.
"Whoa, what's wrong Y/N, why is Jungkook crying?" Jimin gripped your shoulder slightly, but you moved aggressively chasing after the front door.
"Jungkook!" You called after him once you saw him fast pacing his walk down the street. You ran quickly to catch him, your stomach about to explode. You stood in front of him, trying to collect yourself after immediately realising running and alcohol isn't such a great idea. Jungkook was trying to collect himself, on the verge of his frustrated tears. "I'm sorry. I-It's a weird situation, I don't know what to do I.." You tried to continue but your stomach gave up on you. So did your body. You're throat opened as you couldn't stop the vomit that splattered over Jungkook's white shoes. He sighed and looked down at you. "Just sit down." He positioned you on the sidewalk so you can continue vomiting onto the grass of one of Taehyung's neighbours landmass. Jungkook held your soft hair, cursing himself he was even helping you, once again. "You're a fuck-up, you know that right?" He spoke in a dialect with no mercy. You nodded, spitting out for the last time.
"Taehyung will hurt you. Don't sleep with him ever again." Jungkook warned you. "I don't understand why are you acting like this. As if you forgot what you did 5 minutes ago." You shook your head in slight disbelief.
"Why wouldn't I enjoy you if he can. We shared you once before and you do seem to enjoy it. Why would I be known as the "pussy"? I want the same things all guys want." Jungkook was playing a role. A role in which he wouldn't get hurt or humiliated for being a creep. A role that copied Taehyung. But you could not believe someone as good as Jungkook would play such a character to not get hurt.
"You're an asshole too." You sighed and got up, stumbling your way back to the party. You tried to ignore Jungkook, who was still sitting on the sidewalk, clenching his fist. Shame was gone off of Jungkook's cheeks, but he still could not shake the fact that the idea of you getting pleasured by someone else both aroused him and made him mad. Made him so made he wanted to fuck you like Taehyung did. And kiss you sloppy, feeling you wrapped tight around him. But it was yet another thought he just sighed at, his state of anger soon becoming disappointment, both in you and himself. And with so much discouragement he left home, walking slowly to collect his own thoughts.
You on the other hand, had no idea what was going on in Taehyung's room while you were out with Jungkook. It was not some other girl present in Taehyung's bed. You had no idea Jimin and Taehyung got in a fight, in which Taehyung was way too drunk to defend himself. Jimin punched Taehyung several times in the face, frustrated at him and what had happened. Jimin always hated the way Taehyung's ego ruined that sweet boy inside him. All the stories of Taehyung were true. A long time ago he really was an innocent boy who got a little too close to people, girls, whom he fell in love, only to be left so abruptly. Or left after they got a little bit of his great physique and pretty face. So, he abandoned vulnerability, and hid that shy boy inside his walls in that room you were in in where only few visited. Traces of silly and charming Taehyung were still seen when he was with your friend group, but nobody ever fell in love with that fool, or so he has seen through his gloomy glasses of reality that was occupied with sex to cope with emotions.
You met Jimin at the front door, his fists red and bloody. "What the hell happened?!" You gasped.
"Ask your boyfriend. I'm done with him. I thought there was some hope left but now I fucking hate his ego guts." Jimin spat out, leaving the party as well. You rushed upstairs, still shocked. Jimin had never hit anyone before. You were so terrified as to what happened. There wasn't a single doubt in your mind that alluded this wasn't your fault. You knew it was.
Taehyung was on the floor, the blood staining his jeans that he didn't even put on properly after you left. He was shirtless, his toned body ruined with the drops of blood that were coming out his beaten nose and mouth. Yet, he still wasn't sober.
"Hey hot stuff." He giggled drunkenly as you noticed the half empty bottle of rum he drank immediately as you left. "Don't call me that." You looked down, tired of life and everything. "C'mon give me a kiss. Please." He plead like a little boy, his eyes fixed on you.
"What did you tell Jimin that made him punch you?" You stared him down in disappointment. "He flipped out for no reason-" He coughed a little blood and continued as you tried to wipe the blood of his face with a tissue. "I told him I fucked you. Then he was all like you don't give a shit about Jungkook and I said I don't and then he spoke something about ego, I don't really know." His drunken mumbling were hard to decipher.
"You don't give a shit about Jungkook?"
"Oh please Y/N, he hates my guts. He is my friend, but he was always jealous of me. Besides, I don't give a shit about anyone!" He exclaimed the last sentence, trying to play it out as if he was so untouchable.
"No wonder he beat the shit out of you, you're talking so much shit. I know you don't mean any of it Tae." You wiped his lips last, his pretty face slightly swollen already because of Jimin.
Taehyung just looked down, acting as if he was too drunk to react to that last sentence. He knew you were onto him. Besides, how can a man live in a room that's filled with such joy filled things be filled with so much hate?
"You leave me too. I wanna stay here and finish this rum." Taehyung acted rude all of a sudden, speaking in a harsh dialect.
"This is your party. I can't just leave-" You tried to speak but there was a knock on Taehyung's door. One of his classmates came inside looking for him. It was a girl, short and slender. Her long black hair looked way softer than yours did and her lips fuller. But somehow as attractive as you thought she was, to Taehyung she was just another manufactured play doll. Nothing intriguing about her in any way. "I found my partner to finish this rum with me." Taehyung joked, staring deeply into your eyes provoking you. You looked at his messy existence. The sweat on his hair the blood on his puffy lips and swollen face, half naked with a bottle of rum. It made you feel sorry for him. And yet he was still playing games.
"A man without a filter is chaos walking." You told him again like you had before. He looked away quickly, ignoring.
The girl giggled at him, walking over to him as he wrapped his hand around her waist.
"Have fun." The fake smile you sent her way made Taehyung's mind sober up a little bit as he thought to himself - I win.
"See you, hot stuff." He provoked once more as you stood for a second before walking out the door. Walking down the stairs, you felt so confused, agitated and disappointed. It was another trouble you had to get out of. All because of Taehyung and his shitty pick up lines. And the charming tone that made you feel as the most important girl in the world. As you walked, one of your friends finally approached you after not talking to you because of the situation with Taehyung. "Are you okay?" She asked, the look on her face giving you the impression she wanted to reconcile.
"Not really. But if I speak why I will be crucified. So yes, I'm fine." Was the last thing you said before leaving out the front door.
Walking home felt as if you had to get across the entire city. Slow walk with an agitated stomach and smell of vomit on your hair made things even worse. You couldn't decide whether to laugh, cry, or punch Taehyung the same way Jimin did.
In the middle of the street, you sighed. You had to get up in 4 hours and go to the university. How will you come up with any smart solutions that won't push Jungkook into a corner and Taehyung away?
It was as if you almost forgot what happened in Taehyung's room. What will ever be able to fix that?
A man without a filter is chaos walking. But a woman...a woman without a filter is a catastrophe in its core.
A/N: I know this was a shorter one, but I wanted to finish the "cliffhanger" to start the new chapter fresh. Sorry this took a while but I hope you like it and that the next one will be great as well. Thank you for the support!
