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“These children deserve lives, sir. They’re being hoarded together in factories and being forced to work. We can’t let them live like this anymore.”
The mayor looks at him with malice intent, scoping straight over the conversation, talking with meager interest, “Do you have proof of this incident, Mr. Kim?”
Taehyung’s jaw clenches when he feels his blood pounding through his veins, “Sir, that’s what I’ve been talking to you about since the beginning of this session.”
The mayor raises an eyebrow, “Got an attitude on yourself, boy?”
Taehyung’s face laxes at that, “No sir. I-”
The older man waves him off, “Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Kim. You want something done, and you want it to be done by me, correct?”
Taehyung gives a firm nod, after recuperating from the abruptness, “I- yes. Yes, sir.”
The mayor bobs his head in thought, humming and drumming his fingers on the armrest of his chair, “So what are you planning to give me in return?” He asks, gaze intense.
Taehyung straightens in his seat, finally getting to the point, “Sir, I can pay you how ever much you need. I just need the authority to carry forth this plan-”
“You’ve got a pretty face, young lad.” The mayor cuts off, looking him up and down pleasurably- eyes starving like he’s hungry for something- someone.
Taehyung’s face tightens, “Sir?”
“Come to my house for the evening, Mr. Kim. I’ll show you a really good night. I promise.” And as if he doesn’t notice the way the younger tenses up in his seat, he continues, “And your problem will be solved in a day’s worth of time.”
Taehyung stands up from his seat heatedly, fists clenched at his sides.
The mayor doesn’t even flinch at his reaction, choosing to lean forward to pour himself a glass of whisky, “Think about it, Taehyung-sshi. You’re fighting for a large cause. How much are you willing to pay for it?”
Taehyung is already striding away towards the door when he hears the man taking a long sip from his glass, a galling smack of his lips resounding through the room.
He’s got his hand clenched around the doorknob, and his head is throbbing when a vile taste starts to form in his throat. And just as he’s about to open the door, he hears a disgusting smirk on the older man’s face as he says, “I’ll be sending a car to pick you up then. The driver will be coming for you at 9 pm sharp, so get yourself ready for me by then.”
The first searing teardrop falls from Taehyung’s eyes.
“Oh, and don’t worry, darling. I’ll throw however much money you want at your face after we’re done, too. Think of it as compensation for your services.”
And the tears of shame don’t stop until he’s headed out of the building and all the way home.
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He couldn’t get him out of his head. That perfect face, that perfect body, him. He was perfect.
He couldn’t stop thinking about his confident smile splayed over flawless, tan skin as the younger had first entered his office.
How his tongue had swiped over his sumptuous lips time and time over again, until all he could think about were those pretty, pink lips wrapped around him elsewhere.
God, he couldn’t get him out of his mind.
And now, he would have him all to himself.
And at a quarter past nine, the mayor struts through his large mansion in a silk robe, fantasizing about a naked, writhing body beneath him; that same determined voice, heard before, moaning out his name in small little whimpers-
The doorbell rings.
And, oh, is it music to his ears.
He’s ready. He’s going to drag the younger inside and ravish him. Devour his essence until he can’t even bare to think of anyone but him-
He opens his grand double doors and sees the driver standing outside, “What do you want?” He snaps, impatient.
The driver flinches at his harshness, but he should be used to it by now, “Apologies, sir. But apparently there has been a change of plans.”
And as he says the words, the mayor watches as someone steps out of the car; someone who isn't Taehyung.
Suddenly the choice of his clothing doesn't seem appropriate and his mood is all over again ruined. Now he’s irritant.
“Who are you?” He inquires when a tall, broad figure saunters out of the vehicle.
The man has a deep voice; one of authority, “Good evening, Mr. Mayor.”
And in the hue of the deep night and faint moonlight, the older man catches a glint of gold flashing beneath the man’s suit.
The mayor scrunches his eyebrows in confusion when the man walks over to him, hovering a little over his shorter frame, “What is it that you need?”
“Sorry for the inconvenience sir,-” The taller one reaches for something within his coat jacket, and pulls out a badge, “-but you're under arrest for convictions of solicitation of prostitution.”
And realization hits him, and he’s seeing red, “I don’t know what your talking about, officer.”
The stranger chuckles a little, provoking, “There’s no need to lie, sir. We’ve got footage of the session that you had with Kim Taehyung, from your office camera.”
The mayor’s nose flares a bit, “That isn’t possible. That is confidential feed. Only my employees in the private office have clearance for that. This is a violation of my privacy.” His tone increases with his every word.
And the officer is taking none of it, “Oh don’t worry, sir. Being the chief of police, I can get my hands on almost anything.”
There’s silence. A moment of astonishment passes as the mayor luls the thought in his head: Why is such a high ranking officer at his doorstep for this?
“You must be wondering why the chief of police himself is taking over the case.” And when he sees the mayor concur to the thought, he continues, “My husband is never one to hurt, Mr. Mayor. One of the many reasons, why I decided to marry such a man. So when he comes home in tears, and a red streaked face, something must have came up.” And the mayor starts to feel his heart beating in his chest. It’s loud and clear, and he’s scared the officer might hear it trying to break out of his guilty body.
“And when I found the cause to my beautiful husband’s perterbedness, you would imagine that I would dig more into it- and, oh, what unpleasant things I have found out about you, sir.” He’s smirking, and satisfaction gleams across his eyes at the older’s fear-stricken face.
“What do you want?” The mayor spits out, eyes glaring at the concrete ground- head bowed low.
“An apology, of course.” And the officer takes to smiling at him, smug.
“Just that?”
“Hm. But I think the situation would call for appeasement if said apology was conveyed from the other side of the bars, wouldn’t you think?”
Hatred seethes from every pore of the mayor’s body, “That little bitch had to go complain to his little boyfriend, now did he?”
And the complacent grin is wiped off of the officer’s face, replaced with a deep, dark aura.
It’s quicker than he can process, when his arms are twisted into an off angle behind his back and he’s being detained in handcuffs, “Enough of the pleasantries, Mr. Mayor. I think it’s time that we’ve gotten you to that filthy, little jail cell of yours, don’t you think?”
The mayor can’t help but to have his insides flare at the thought of how Taehyung was supposed to arrive in the same car that he’s currently being dragged to like an animal, “You’ll regret this, officer. That little dolled-up husband of yours will live in his own little hell after this.”
The mayor is shoved harshly into the back seat of the vehicle, before the officer climbs into the space as well.
“We’ll see how you’ll manage that behind bars, sir.”
“Oh drop it with the formalities, asshole.”
And Jungkook smiles when he hears the nickname, “Oh, stooping to that level now, are you? It’s fine. You’ll get along fine with the other filths in jail.”
The older man visibly grits his teeth, “What’s your name, officer?” A vein is popping out of his head, and the younger takes pleasure in it.
The officer turns to him and throws him a lopsided smile, “Jungkook. Officer Jeon Jungkook.”
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