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"No son of mine..." the man yells as he grips onto the boy's jaw. "...will be a fucking fag!"

Jungkook cries out in pain as his head harshly turns to the side with the impact of his father's fist. He feels the thudding ache of a bruise slowly forming on his cheek as the hot blistering pain sears through his face. He mewls in pain as his father grips onto his face once again and forces him to meet his dark menacing glare.

The man suddenly pushes the smaller boy down onto the floor and towers over his quivering form. "Who do you think you are? messing around with a boy like a fucking sissy."

"I'm s-sorry, I wasn- ah!" Jungkook barely manages to speak before he feels the piercing ache of his father's foot kick his gut. He chokes out in pain and raises a quivering hand over his head to shield himself.

His father kicks him again while growling. "You're fucking disgusting! A fucking disgrace!"

Jungkook whimpers as the man continues the abuse, letting him lash out his anger onto his small body. It's exhausting. The cycle of punches and kicks goes on and on. Endlessly. Relentlessly. Hurt, fear, shock, they infiltrate through his body, swarming his lungs, constricting his oxygen. His body trembles with each and every impact, feeling the repetitive surge of pain course through him. The endless, relentless pain. It twists his organs, burns his breathe, wraps around his body like a venomous coat until all he feels nothing. Numb? The pain is still present but the hollowness of his heart is all he feels. Numb.

Jungkook hears a yell from the background. "Grey, g-get off him," his mother screams, tears gushing down her face. The man spins around, eyes flaring with rage as he sees the woman approaching them. He picks up the closest thing to them- a vase- and then throws it at her. The vase shatters against her fragile skin, cutting it apart. She drops to the floor and cries out in pain, red thick blood now seeping past her pale skin.

"Stay out of this you bitch!" He roars.

"Momma," Jungkook screams as he watches the woman fall to the floor.

The man turns back to him, his fist clenched. He punches the smaller boy again, causing his lower lip to split open and blood to gush out of the wound. Jungkook pulls his knees to his chest and tucks his head in it, shaking as he tries to hold himself together, shaking as he tries to breathe, shaking as he tries to hide away from the monster in front of him.

The man grips his jaw and harshly brings his head back up, staring him down with his dark eyes. "You are NOT going to act like a fag ever again, do you understand? You are my son, you have my blood. No son of mine will be fucking gay, understand? You are NOT gay."

Jungkook nods as tears stream down his face.

The man tightens his grip on the boy's jaw. "Say it. I want you to fucking say it," he growls.

Jungkook inhales a small breath.

"I'm not..."

He feels the man's fingernails digging into his skin, leaving shallow indents.

Jungkook looks down, more tears pooling in his eyes before he gulps and speaks up...

-

"I-I'm not gay."

Taehyung perks his eyebrows up, looking at the boy curiously. He trails his eyes over the boy's flustered state, over his messy hair, red cheeks and straining boner.

"Right, of course you're not," he chuckles, a hint of mockery lacing his tone.

Jungkook looks down and fiddles with his fingers, breathing heavily. Taehyung watches the boy's anxious state before he rolls over to his bedside drawer and pulls out a cigarette. He lights it up and slowly takes in a puff of smoke.

"The guest room is opposite this one, you can sleep there tonight," Taehyung says calmly.

Jungkook nods and hastily gets up, attempting to rush out of the room as fast as he can. But before he can go, Taehyung grabs his wrist, making him turn back to look at him.

The older stares at him darkly, a small smirk resting on his face. "You're lying, aren't you?" Taehyung says, using the younger's previous words to now mock him. Jungkook gulps and hesitantly tugs his wrist away.

Before he can say anything, Taehyung shakes his head dismissively, "Good night, Bunny."

Jungkook quickly mumbles out a small "good night" and then rushes out the room.

Taehyung sighs while he taps his cigarette against the ash tray, letting the grey residue slip onto the cold metal. He then lays down flat on his mattress and stares up at the ceiling, reliving the events that occurred moments ago. The smaller's flushed face, dazed eyes and whiny moans are still fresh in his memories. The heat of the younger's body against his, still fresh in his memories.

Taehyung looks down at his pants and tuts at the sight of the large bulge straining against his sweats. He glances at it for a second before taking a small inhale of his cigarette and sliding his palm beneath the waistband of his pants.

He blows out the cloud of smoke as he uses his thumb to circle his tip. It feels swollen and feverish under his touch. He sighs out at the sensation, enjoying the friction against his hardened member. He slowly pumps his shaft with his fist while he closes his eyes, picturing the sight of the brunette haired boy, quivering under him as he fucks into him.

Taehyung slightly rocks his hips up into his palm, letting out a small grunt as he feels his climax approaching. He speeds up the movements of his wrist and takes another long drag of his cigarette. Taehyung pulls out his throbbing cock from his pants and then gives it one final tug, coming undone with a shaky breath.

He pushes his head into his pillow and closes his eyes for a moment. "Not gay, huh?" He whispers to himself.

He reopens his eyes, now staring back at the plain white ceiling above him. A small playful smirk flits into his lips, "We'll see about that, bunny."

-

The next morning at work is nothing less of awkward for Jungkook. He trudges into the office room with a stark red blush spread across his cheeks, every thought in his head surrounding the...events...of the night before. When he enters the office, he's met with a stone-faced Taehyung, looking up at him with what seems to be a slight glare.

"You ran away," the man speaks up first, his tone accusing.

Jungkook shakes his head frantically. "N-No! M-My mum just called me-urm- and- and- I left- um- called a taxi- um- yeah," Jungkook stutters out foolishly, only growing redder by the minute.

Taehyung stands up from his desk and then slowly approaches the younger, causing the brunette to move backwards until his back hits the door.

"U-Uh?" Jungkook squeaks out, feeling petrified by the newfound proximity between his boss and him.

Taehyung stands in front of the boy before leaning in closer to him, his hot breath tingling against the younger's ear. "My my, darling, you're quite the bad liar now, aren't you?" He drawls out lowly.

Jungkook's breath hitches and his body tenses up.

Taehyung then simply chuckles before leaning back. "I placed your task for the day on your desk. You know what to do from there," he says casually before moving past the frozen boy and exiting through the door.

Jungkook let's out a breath that he didn't know he was holding.

What the hell is happening.

~

All his life, Jungkook used work to distract himself from his thoughts. When he got bullied as a kid by the white kids in his class who would call him racially belittling names and pull nasty faces when he walked into a room, he would go home and study till his body felt numb. When his dad came home stressed from work and used him as a punching bag, he would clean the whole house-not to appease his father, but rather to distract his mind. When his mother got diagnosed with alzheimers disease, he overworked himself for days, letting every thought that tried to consume his brain falter with every stroke of his pen.

He used work as a coping mechanism. Most just saw him as a workaholic, someone who didn't care about anything else but work work and work. But they were wrong. What seemed like an obsession was merely a distraction.

Work is like a drug to Jungkook. Nothing about it tastes pleasant, but for a moment, it alters reality. His harsh, raw reality. And that for Jungkook is gratifying.

And just like all the other times, Jungkook works to get his mind of everything that happened the previous two days. He fixates his mind on the papers on his desk so his mind won't fixate on the thought of Mr Kim's lips. He averts his gaze onto his glaring computer screen so his eyes won't ogle over the man a few meters away from him. He listens to the sound of his fingers smashing against the computer keys so he won't focus on the sound of Mr Kim deep husky voice whispering in his ear, his hot breath nipping against his sensitive lobe as he drawls out about how he's going to fuck him-

Fuck.

Jungkook had always used work as a distraction, used it as a goddamn coping method, so why the hell isn't it working now. No matter how hard he tries, he just can't seem to get the event of last night out of his mind, the whole scene playing in his head like a broken record.

Jungkook huffs in frustration and slides back in his chair, dropping his head against the leather surface and heaving out a deep breath. He runs a hand down his face slowly as he lays there and contemplates.

He needs to stop thinking about everything that happened. He needs to stop replaying the moments over and over again in his head. He needs to stop imagining his boss fucking him into a mattress- FUCK.

Jungkook gets up abruptly, garnering the attention of Taehyung, who casually flicks his gaze from his computer screen to Jungkook.

"Uh- I-, I need to pee," Jungkook squeaks out abruptly.

Taehyung stares at the boy expressionlessly for a second before his lips slightly flicker at the edge, forming a playful smirk.

"Okay, Bun, you really need all those files to assist you with that?" He teases, eyes pointing over at the files clutched in Jungkook hand.

Truth is, Jungkook didn't actually need to use the restroom, he needed to get away for a bit. Work somewhere else for a moment to regain his composure. But of course he couldn't say that to his boss.

So instead he nods his head, his brown locks bouncing as he does so. "Yes," he squeaks out again, his high pitched voice making it a little two obvious that he's lying. But he doesn't wait for Taehyung to comment on it. He zooms down the office- fucking stumbles near the door- and then clears his throat and awkwardly thumps his foot against the tiling- as if to test its strength, before then zooms out the door like an absolute fool. He's ridiculously red faced by the time he's out of the room and the thought of Taehyung chuckling at his idiotic actions has him turning an impossible shade darker.

Jungkook, now his complexity akin to that of a fucking raspberry, stumbles down the hall, attempting to find a clear space- and studiously avoiding those godawful bean bags in the break room- and just because he's so calm and composed, he bumps into another worker, causing his files to fly in the air and spiral down like the snowflakes falling outside.

Jungkook refrains himself from screaming out profanities and takes a deep breath before looking up to apologise.

"Hey, I'm sorry, should have looked where I was going- Oh, Ms Kimberly?"

The blonde woman looks up at him, a flash of annoyance running past her eyes before she fixates a practiced smile onto her face. "Oh, Jacob right? It's fine, I should have watched where I was going."

Jungkook frowns, "it's actually Jungkook-"

"Oh, where are you heading off to with these files?" She asks as she picks up some of the fallen papers off the ground.

"I'm gonna go work out of the office for a bit."

She lifts up a brow, "oh, why is that?"

Jungkook hesitates, "oh um, just needed some fresh air."

She nods slowly before she looks back down at the papers. Jungkook watches as a small smile settles onto her face.

"You know what, Jacob-"

"-it's Jung-"

"How about I finish these files for you?" The blonde says while taking the files from Jungkook's hand.

Jungkook frowns, "uhh, no that's fine thank you. I just have a few more documents-"

"Nonsense, you seem to have been working all day and you clearly need some rest. Go home early, catch a break. I...I was kind of rude to you the last time we met," she says while frowning. "Consider this an apology."

Jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh.. uh.. that-that's really nice of you- but really you don't have to-"

"Don't be silly. I do have to. Now come on, off you go. Go catch that well deserved break of yours," She says while breaking out into a warm smile.

Jungkook hesitantly nods and smiles back. "um- thank you for this- yeah- um- I'll see you around then?" He says awkwardly.

She nods and sends him a little wave as she watches him walk off.

Jungkook turns around and walks out the door, finding the situation a little odd but nonetheless appreciating the woman's kindness.

Kimberly continues to watch him walk away, her smile now dropping into a slight scowl.

She looks down at the files and smiles slyly. "If anyone's going to be Mr Kim's secretary, it's going to be me."

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I took forever to update! But um bad news- im kinda gonna go on a mini hiatus because -ugh school - I have exams coming up. I'm really sorry but I will update loads once I get back because after exams i'll have lots of free time (hopefully). (I'll be gone for around a month-ish)

Anyways, I love you guys!! i hope you keep reading!!