It had been several days now and yet Seokjin still hadn't gotten back to him. Taehyung had been waiting all of that time in the hopes that he would be getting a call or private visit from Jungkook informing him that the other man wanted to see him because he had the information. But nothing had happened yet beyond impatient waiting. Seokjin had promised to look into the name that Ahn had given him before he had murdered him, one Lee Yoochun. Taehyung didn't need him to tell him who the man was for he had done a little of his own research during the waiting process. Searching Jungkook's database had given him a very easy answer but from there he had had to go deeper. Find connections, find motives for his involvement in helping bring about a rebellion against Jeon's heir. That was the hard part, the confusing part that he required a little assistance with.

He didn't have dirt, not yet. Nothing about his illicit vices or disgusting behaviour. But at least Taehyung knew who he was and that was important. Lee Yoochun was a middle-aged man, tall and terribly gaunt. He had thick wire rimmed glasses and mostly grey hair. Looking at him on his computer screen was strangely like looking at Woo, except there was a major difference. Whereas Woo had an owlish and cold feeling coming off his face, Lee had a confident and somewhat smarmy feeling. He looked like a man in power that believed he deserved it. A good businessman and even better swindler. Learning his appearance was important but there were other aspects too, other things that deserved equal attention. The most important fact that he had so far uncovered about Lee was the fact that he belonged to Jeon. Just like Ahn, another man that worked for him but wanted to stop his plans of ascension for Jungkook by sidling up to the Kim clan.

That was something, he just hadn't figured out what the something was yet. Two generals rebelling against their leader and his heir, two generals with many men under them and some sort of influence from an equal, or higher source of power. Taehyung didn't know many men with that level of power, just enough to count on one hand, and only one of those men had the surname Kim.

If Taehyung wasn't being escorted around the capital in the backseat of Jungkook's Mitsubishi; sitting in meetings as a witness and occasionally vocalising discontent with men that Jungkook was pissed off with, then he was sitting at the desk in his apartment room. It was just like working back in the police department, tapping and clicking away on his computer and scanning lines and lines of database entries. Taehyung found that he felt incredibly at ease doing this, almost happy in fact. He liked sitting at his desk and using his brain and knowledge to connect it all up like a complex puzzle. But the one aspect he liked the most was being able to report back to Jungkook and tell him that he had information.

Jungkook would lower himself to sit on the edge of his desk, hands folded primly in his lap and he would look down at him with a great interest. When Taehyung would explain, would ramble on and on and maybe gesture at a photograph or entry on the screen, and he would see how his eyes never left his face once. And when he was done the younger man would give him a smile, lips lifting up at the corners as he opened his mouth and said:

" Good, Taehyung. "

" You're so much better than Woo. "

" Such hard work deserves a reward. "

The most prominent thing that he and Namjoon had discussed, those few months back, had been about the struggles of a power shift. Of course when Jungkook took over there would be great changes to Haedogje Pa. The old would replace the new and that was clearly going to cause some troubles. Right now Taehyung was caught up in the middle of one such attempt at resisting change, and he was trying his hardest to solve it. That was what these rebelling men seemed to hint at, a retaliation at the upcoming purge. He and Namjoon's assumptions had been correct all along it would seem.

Did Namjoon or the rest of the team have a clue what was going on? Did they have any idea about Ahn's death being linked to an attempted rebellion or did they think it was just another petty gang hit? He was going to have to find a way to tell them about it all but right now he couldn't seem to get enough free time to contact the team. Jungkook was always there hovering over him, watching his every move and not allowing him to leave the apartment block. But he would find a way to do so soon, the moment that he had ample information to report back rather than just guesswork. Hopefully the team didn't hate him after what had happened to Hoseok. He wouldn't be surprised if they did.

Taehyung was in the act of eyeing a series of business transactions between Lee and one of Jungkook's men, a man that worked in Dongjak-gu by the name of Rhee, when the door across the room opened. He had been checking everything he could find with Lee's name on it, attempting to find out if he could link business deals together and find possible allies for the man. Yet Lee seemed to have his name on everything and anything imaginable. He required Jungkook's level of business knowledge to make any kinds of assumptions, and as luck would have it it was Jungkook that stepped into his room. Perhaps he would be able to tell him if these documents were important or typical business shit that he didn't need to focus on?

"You're still working?" he asked as he crossed the apartment room to get closer to him. Taehyung turned in his seat to look at him, hands hovering over the keyboard. He explained that he was, that he was searching Lee Yoochun again. This made Jungkook laugh softly under his breath. "Do you ever take a break, Taehyung?"

"Do you, Jungkook?" he asked in a rather teasing manner.

"Sometimes, it's rare but sometimes I take breaks. Tonight is one of those nights and that's why I want you to help me enjoy it." Taehyung shifted back in his chair as he eyed him, wondering what he meant by that. Wouldn't his break revolve around Jimin? Something like an evening dinner at a high-class restaurant or even slipping into bed beside the other man and spending a few hours blissfully tangled up in his limbs and his sheets. Yet that seemed to not be the case. Jungkook's current idea of enjoyment seemed to revolve around him and that sparked his curiosity.

"Shouldn't I carry on researching Lee?" Taehyung asked, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. Jungkook moved to stand behind his chair and then his hands were dropping onto his shoulders. His palms were warm as he started massaging at his shoulders, thumbs pressing down into his skin through the material of his shirt. Well this was a pleasant surprise, yet one that seemed to carry heavy connotations.

"I've got another job for you, Taehyung," he explained as he rubbed hard circles into his flesh. "One so much better than databases and computers."

"What...what kinda job?" Taehyung asked, rolling his head back to try and look up at him. In his mind he saw a flash of a knife blade and he almost heard screams in his head. That was Jungkook's usual idea of a fun job and it was enough to make his stomach feel hard and tight. Nervous anticipation rather than fear this time around.

"A special job," Jungkook said as he lowered his head. "Special and pleasurable." The way that he softly nuzzled his face against his hair sent a shiver down his spine and Taehyung shifted in his chair. "Another way you can show me your talents." He knew exactly what he was hinting at and Taehyung shifted in his chair slightly as he eyed the monitor screen. Jungkook was playing coy with him now because he seemed to want to play games but it was obvious what he really wanted.

"...OK," Taehyung said as he felt the other man's breath against his hair. "OK, I'll show you my talents, Jungkook."

The first thing that he noticed when he was escorted upstairs was the fact that Jimin wasn't present in the penthouse suite. Usually upon entering he was in clear sight, lying on the ground-floor bed or sitting on the chaise lounge; reading, on his phone or playing with Wangbi. Sometimes he was in the apartment block gym or somewhere else in the suite, always appearing at some point during his visit to smile and brighten up the atmosphere. He couldn't see him this evening however and that was a little strange. Jimin was always present in the evenings for he was either working or relaxing. Taehyung had been present and working himself several times that Jimin had, no longer fazed by what was happening in the bedroom across the suite. After all he would usually get to enjoy his own performance not long after, one without a script and acting. So he remarked upon Jimin's absence as Jungkook steered him in the direction of the ground-floor bedroom.

Though he had glanced inside enough times he had never actually stepped inside the room before. He saw that not far from the bed and rigged cameras there was a desk and chair, a massive computer monitor situated on top of it. It clearly controlled the cameras and the stream for the website. On the far right of the room was a slide-glass wardrobe, which likely contained clothes and toys for the films, and a dresser. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a low table close to the door with three seat cushions.

"I sent Jimin away for the weekend, a spa visitation," Jungkook explained as he gestured for him to sit at the low table. He didn't need to ask why there was a table because it was pretty obvious. It was there for watching. Taehyung sat down and the younger man started unbuttoning his jacket. "I think that he deserved the weekend off, he works so hard for me. It seemed like a fitting reward, a break of his own."

"Doesn't Jimin work tonight?" Taehyung asked as he watched him place the jacket on the back of the desk chair. "What're you going to do about the livefeed, Jungkook?"

"I want you to do a livestream tonight, Taehyung." Jungkook turned his head to look at him as he starting adjusting one of the cameras. "A special livestream, that's your job." He asked him what he meant by that as he watched him moving the piece of equipment, angling it down to show more of the mattress. The camera was rather high, would give an overhead view that Taehyung had come to associate as blowjob angles. Taehyung could feel a strange bubbling in the pit of his stomach at the thought. A livestream? Jungkook wanted him in a film and that was strangely exciting and also frightening.

"Look at the camera," Jungkook explained, artfully avoiding his question. "Look right at the camera, maintain eye-contact. The men- and maybe women, on the other side of the screen. They want to look at you, Taehyung. They want to pretend they're fucking you but they can't. I'm fucking you." Taehyung held his gaze for a moment before glancing over at the bed. Of course that was what was going to happen. There were no actors present or Jimin so it made perfect sense that Jungkook would be his partner. Had Jungkook done something like this before?

"Jungkook, why isn't Jimin doing this?"

"There have been demands for certain...content to be involved in the streams for some time now. Jimin fulfills what he can but some are not to his taste."

"What kinda demands?" Was he going to ignore this question just like the rest? Unsurprisingly Jungkook didn't answer as he moved to go over to the dresser. It seemed that he was asking too many questions for his liking. He pulled the top drawer open and reached inside to collect the cocaine vial and then he was breaking the seal. Taehyung watched him pull the lid free as he hunkered down beside him and poured a small amount out onto the table, placing a rather tired-looking won note down beside the lines.

"Snort it, it will loosen you up a lot more," Jungkook instructed as he crossed the bedroom area. Taehyung watched him go and then turned back to the lines of cocaine on the table. "Get undressed but keep your shirt on, nothing else. It adds to the effect."

Taehyung rolled the ₩50,000 won note up that he had handed him and eyed the lines on the table. Everything about this seemed to scream 'bad idea' at him and yet he couldn't seem to say no to him. The younger man was collecting something else from the dresser and when he turned around he saw that it was the gun case. Jungkook carried it over to where he was seated and placed on floor beside his knee. Then he opened the case up and pulled his Beretta free.

"Clients want gunplay," Jungkook explained as he pressed the magazine release and caught it. "Jimin won't play with guns even when they're unloaded. That's why I need you to star in this livefeed. You play with guns when they're unloaded and loaded. So you're going to play with them with me. Just this one time, just to fulfill the demand for business." He placed the magazine inside the case to let him know that it was most certainly unloaded and not dangerous.

Taehyung eyed the gun for a moment and then he dropped his head and snorted the two lines of cocaine up. Beside him Jungkook was waiting for a reply, gun tight in his hand. He threw his head back and waited for the first few hints of the cocaine to start dripping down his throat and that rush to hit him and take over his senses.

"You will do this for me, yes?"

"Yeah, Jungkook," he agreed as he rubbed at his nose and sniffed. "I'll do it." The wide smile on Jungkook's face certainly made his agreement worth it. The younger man put the gun down on the table and then he was helping him get undressed. It was hard for Taehyung to pull his zipper down with his twitching fingers but he did manage to pop the other man's shirt buttons open, fumbling rather stupidly. He had only gotten half of them undone when Jungkook moved his head and kissed him, thus making the task even harder for him.

The first step of preparation for filming was Jungkook tying his wrists together with a piece of smooth white nylon rope. It didn't rub against his skin roughly and he could move his fingers, secure but not horribly tight. Taehyung didn't ask why he was doing it and rather just held his tongue. Then Jungkook prepped him for the livestream almost tortuously slow, leaning him over the low table as he did. It wasn't like their first time, when he had rushed to get inside of him. No, the younger man slipped his fingers inside of him, coated with enough lube to almost have it dribbling down the backs of his thighs. The slow scissoring of his fingers rubbed right up against him and had a wonderful wave of throbs building up in his stomach. Taehyung started hardening from it alone, the fingering and words of encouragement. But as quick as his fingers had opened him up Jungkook was pulling them free to shove a plug inside of him instead.

"For later," he explained. "Get on the bed. Right on the end in front of the cameras." Taehyung did as he requested, almost squirming at the pressure the plug caused between his thighs when he sat down on the mattress. He could feel a strange mixture of excitement from the cocaine and his arousal and all of his thoughts about this being a bad idea had simply disappeared. "Taehyung, when the cameras go green we're live," Jungkook explained as he moved to stand by the computer. "Remember, look at the cameras. Give them a real show."

Taehyung nodded as he let his breath out in a sigh. Though he kept his eye on the camera lens he saw the light turn from red to green as Jungkook entered the command. Then he was collecting the Beretta off the table and moving to get closer to the bed.

Jungkook stayed out of view of the main front camera but he lifted his hand to press the gun against his temple, visible on the side of the screen. Taehyung felt it pressing down, cold and hard against his skull. He looked right at the camera and couldn't help but fidget. Empty or not the gun made him a little uncomfortable. Look into the cameras the younger man had told him, and so he did unblinkingly. It crossed Taehyung's mind that this likely looked a little like a hostage video, or maybe a terrorist execution video. Was that what the viewers were paying for?

Borderline snuff?

"What did you do?"

Jungkook snagged hold of his hair tightly with his free hand as he pulled back on his head, eliciting a groan of pain from him. Taehyung couldn't help but roll his fingers up into fists on his lap and his toes even curled up from the sensation. It hurt, but it somehow felt good; that burning in his scalp where his fingers were snagged in tight.

"I wuh-was bad," Taehyung moaned, looking right at the camera as he did. It wasn't that hard to do so. Right now he was talking to Jungkook but at the same time he wasn't. He was talking to whoever the hell was on the other end of the stream. All of those desperate men and maybe even women that were paying out of their asses to see him take it up the ass. It was almost sad in a way, but also very exciting.

"Very bad," Jungkook agreed as the muzzle continued pressing against his temple. "You know happens to bad boys, don't you?"

"Yeah-yeah, Master," Taehyung replied, wetting his lips and not taking his eyes off the camera once. There was no script and yet he knew his lines off by heart. It was strange in a way, but Taehyung had been playing parts for quite some time now. Improvisation came naturally to him now because it was his everyday life. "They get...punished."

Jungkook kept the gun in place for a moment and then he moved it slowly down the side of his face. Taehyung felt the muzzle like caressing fingers across his skin until it was down by his lips. Only then did he look away and drop his gaze to study the gun. The barrel looked massive to his eyes and he pouted his lips out to press his mouth against it. Taehyung planted several slow and hard kisses against the steel and then he sucked his lips around the gun, tasting the grease on his tongue as he ran it along the bottom of the barrel. It was hard in his mouth the way that a cock would be, except it was also incredibly cold. Cold enough to make him moan in surprise.

Jungkook's fingers were still in his hair and he felt them tightening as he slowly swallowed more of the barrel. A quick glance up from the gun at his face showed that he was watching him intently. Taehyung shifted his eyes over to the front camera, the one angled perfectly to record him. Strangely enough it wasn't that difficult to look at it now. He bobbed back on the gun, tongue licking along the bottom as he did. Jungkook pulled it free from his lips roughly and then pressed the muzzle against his forehead. Taehyung closed his eyes and let out a little moan for effect.

"I need to punish you," Jungkook said, and his fingers once again clenched on his lap. "How am I going to punish you?"

"Fuh-fuck me."

"How?"

"Fuck me...raw, teach me a lesson."

There was a crisp tearing sound and Taehyung realised that it was his shirt being pulled on. The collar had just been wrenched hard and as a result the material had torn clean through. Jungkook had tugged so hard that he felt the buttons digging into his skin before one popped free. Well, it was a good thing he was wearing one of his cheap shirts instead of the tailored ones he supposed. He was dragged back onto the bed and forced onto his stomach so that he had to balance his weight on his elbows. He couldn't even grab onto the bed sheets. Jungkook was forcing him into a new position, hands maneuvering his hips up so he was on his knees. Taehyung eyed the bed for a few seconds before looking up at the closest camera. That was when he felt him pulling the plug free.

The feeling of his head nudging against him was enough to have Taehyung almost shivering in anticipation. When Jungkook finally slipped inside of him he couldn't help but drop his head, swallowing a series of gasps as he did. There wasn't much teasing, much shallow thrusts as Jungkook let him get used to the sensation of his cock stretching him open. He just slipped his length inside and started fucking him. Taehyung knew that it would be best to act for the cameras and yet the noises that escaped his mouth weren't forced at all. He couldn't help but whimper even when he bit down on his lip and tried to stop himself, teeth snagging down on his swollen lower lip.

The press of the muzzle of the gun at the base of his skull was hard. The fact the gun was pressed there should have scared him yet it was just like earlier. Almost exciting. Jungkook's other hand was tight on his hip, allowing him to hold him in place as he thrust into him.

"I'll be guh-good," Taehyung managed to stutter out, finding it incredibly difficult to do so. Jungkook was pounding into him so hard that he nearly bit his tongue trying to speak. "I'll be so good." He wanted to grab hold of the bed sheets for better purchase but he couldn't. His wrists were tied up and he could only clench his fingers into fists. "Take care of me," Taehyung gasped, still trapped somewhere between actor-mode and reality. "Touch me, please."

"Only good boys get touched," Jungkook groaned, hips not once relenting their incessant collision with his ass. Taehyung could feel his thighs trembling and he couldn't take much more of this. Between the friction of his cock and the flashing lights of the camera he was already starting to feel his climax rapidly approaching.

"I'm ah-a good boy," he whined. If Taehyung had had any dignity left since joining Haedogje Pa then that was the last of it dying. But did dignity really matter when he felt Jungkook pulling out of him and seizing hold of his waist to flip him over? The Beretta was being shoved right back between his mouth and he felt the weight pressing down on his tongue as Jungkook slipped back inside of him. The sudden stretch made him grunt around the barrel and it took just a few thrusts until the younger man was back to that hard and fast rhythm. Jungkook didn't touch him but the new angle meant that he could reach down and do so with his bound wrists. It wasn't easy but he could at least rub at the head of his cock with his thumb.

He was already wet, beaded precum sliding around under the press of his thumb so wonderfully. Whether it was from being fucked or Jungkook's praises he didn't even know at this point.

Taehyung tried his hardest to carry on playing with the gun, lips tight around the barrel as Jungkook pushed and pulled it to stimulate fellatio. But it was hard to continue doing it when he couldn't cry out around it. He was left making a series of deep noises, groans at the back of his throat that occasionally slipped out as grunts. Taehyung wanted to tell Jungkook just how amazing he was at fucking him but he couldn't. He wanted to say something to get the younger man to praise him again, anything, but the only thing he could do was lift his hips up and thump them against him.

"Shit," Jungkook sucked his lower lip between his teeth, biting down hard on it as he did. That wasn't praise, wasn't even close. Taehyung did it again, even when the angle was hard and it made his stomach muscles clench tight to do so. "You fuck like a bad boy." No not bad, he was good . Taehyung could have rolled his eyes in annoyance but then he added. "You're so good at taking my cock."

There it was, just like he had been anticipating. His words were enough to push him over the edge and Taehyung could feel his climax taking over. He released the gun with a breathy moan, drooling all down his chin as he did. Jungkook was still thrusting into him, the friction creating deep throbs of pleasure as his orgasm flooded his body; up into his brain and down to his very toes. He couldn't help but clench, muscles in his thighs quivering at the intensity as he ejaculated. Yet as fast as his climax hit him came the discomfort. Just like his first time with Jungkook, after the intense waves of pleasure came the rather uncomfortable pressure. And that pressure quickly turned into pain.

"Huh-hurts!" Taehyung said, gun barrel still pressed against his mouth making it hard for him to speak. He could feel the hardness of the steel almost wanting to press through his skin to his teeth. "It hurts."

"I'll make the pain stop," Jungkook almost grunted at him, "if you promise to be a good boy." Taehyung could feel tears of pain welling between his tightly squeezed eyelids. Shit the pressure was too much, he couldn't put up with much more thrusting. If it wasn't tears he would certainly start shouting in pain. Did Jungkook even know how much it hurt?

"Ah-ah-I'll be good, I'll-" Taehyung moved his head to snag the barrel back in his mouth, using it so that he could bite down. His teeth met unyielding steel and the barrel barely managed to mute his pained moans. He heard the crisp click of the trigger being pulled and that was when Jungkook's orgasm hit him. His hips almost snapped against him and Taehyung stayed still and waited for him to ride his pleasure out. When he finally pulled out he could have cried in relief, blinked away quite a few welled up tears.

Jungkook removed the gun from his mouth and placed it down on the mattress. Then he was getting off the bed to move over to the computer by the bed. Taehyung just stared up at the ceiling mirror, aware that the cameras were still on him the entire time. From across the bedroom came the sound of buttons being hit, clicking away until the feed was switched off. Only then did he lower his legs back down onto the bed. The movement made him aware of the wetness between his thighs and when he looked down he saw that his stomach was also covered in semen. After shutting the feed down Jungkook moved back over to the bed.

"Good. You were so good, Taehyung." He felt the bed shifting as Jungkook moved to climb back on it fully. Then he reached over to start unknotting the restraints around his wrists. "One of the best actors I've seen."

"Tuh......thank you, Jungkook," Taehyung said in a soft voice. If only the younger man the true extent of his acting abilities. The rope came free with a series of tugs and was then tossed aside without a care.

"The pain was part of the film," Jungkook explained as he shifted to lie down beside him, hand going from his wrists to his hair. "It wasn't punishment. I told you, you were good, Taehyung. I would never punish you for being good." It sounded like a lie to his ears but he didn't question it. He moved his face until his mouth was against his throat. This was the first time that Jungkook had provided something close to comfort after fucking him. It was so strange that Taehyung didn't really know what to feel. But he knew that he greatly enjoyed the way his fingers stroked through his hair and the gentle press of his lips against his neck.

"I know, Jungkook, I know you wouldn't."

"You're so good," Jungkook repeated as he nuzzled against his neck. "There's nothing you can't do, Taehyung. You're special, very special."

It could have been several minutes that they spent lying on the bed in a loose tangle of limbs, or as long as an hour. Taehyung just closed his eyes for the duration and felt the other man's breath on his skin, the warmth of his body against his. He felt rather drained from it all but not tired. The cocaine was stopping him from feeling close to tired. Even though the cameras weren't turned on he could feel the weight of the lenses on him. Then Jungkook was freeing himself to collect the gun from across the mattress. He held it up and studied it silently and Taehyung watched him do so without speaking.

"You know, I've always wanted to play with guns but I can't. Not with Jimin, with him being so scared. But I know you're not." Jungkook smirked at him, eyes sliding over to look at the rigged cameras for a moment. "Taehyung. I want you to play with me. Without the cameras."

"Play with you how?" Taehyung shifted to roll onto his side and look at him better, head balanced on one folded up arm.

"I want you to fuck me with the gun," Jungkook said, not even a slight stutter or hesitation as he said this. There was even a smile on his face. Taehyung stared at him in complete disbelief and it just made his smile widen into a rather mischievous grin.

"Jungkook, I dunno, that sounds-" Taehyung paused and tried to figure his thoughts out. Of course it sounded obscene first and foremost, exactly why Jungkook had suggested it. Hadn't he just let the younger man fuck him in front of countless cameras? Wasn't that much more obscene all things considered? People had watched that, but they wouldn't watch this. Did it really matter how obscene it was?

"Taehyung, I want you to fuck me with the gun. You can fuck me as a reward," Jungkook said, not an order but bordering very close. "I have my fun, you have yours. That's fair, yes?" It was fair, he had made a great point. "I've never done something like this before but I've wanted to for so long. Taehyung, you will be the first man to do this to me."

It was like taking his virginity, except with several inches of cold steel.

"...OK," he said as he accepted the gun. "I'll do it."

Taehyung couldn't slip the gun inside first because he was much too tight for that. He had to ease him into it by sliding his lube coated fingers in first, slowly stretching him open just like how he had prepped him for the livefeed. Jungkook instinctively tightened around both his fingers, the walls of his muscles pressing and squeezing. He slipped right into him, up to the knuckles. A quick glance up at Jungkook showed that he had closed his eyes, and when he started moving them back and forth and scissoring them his eyelids fluttered. Three fingers wasn't enough for the gun but he couldn't seem to get him to open further. He even rolled him over and lifted his hips off the bed, trying to get the perfect angle but it was the best that he could do.

"This is gonna hurt," Taehyung said as he carried on fingering him. Jungkook twisted to look back at him and he held his gaze with a rather determined expression.

"Good."

Taehyung slipped his fingers free and he positioned the Beretta perfectly, pressing the muzzle against his entrance. The lube and stretch of his fingers helped him nudge it against his ring of muscles until the first inch of metal slid right inside him.

"Ah ah ah," Jungkook made a breathless noise and he saw his fingers snagging hold of the sheets. "It's cold." Taehyung kept the gun in place for a few seconds, let him adjust to the shape and thickness of the barrel. He reached down to place his palm on one of his buttocks, kneading and stroking him. Then he nudged the gun forward another inch or so, getting it in deeper so he could simulate thrusts.

"Good," Taehyung said as he patted his ass. "You're taking it so good, you were made for this gun."

"I know, I nuh...know that's why I bought it," Jungkook said in an uneven voice, letting out a few whimpers when Taehyung started moving the gun back and forth inside of him. "I saw it and just knew that it was for me. Shit, Taehyung," Jungkook groaned as he dropped his head. "It feels so good." Taehyung asked him what it felt like, fingers dimpling his buttock as he pulled the gun back. "I feel full, cuh-complete like there was something missing." He pushed the barrel back into him again and felt him clenching around it, muscles shifting under his skin. "But you're filling it up."

"I'll fill you up even more." Taehyung pressed the Beretta forward again, more of the length sinking inside of him. There wasn't much length left of the barrel. "I could fill you better than this gun."

"Are you as hard as the gun?" Jungkook asked, amusement audible in his voice. Taehyung shifted to press himself against Jungkook, erection digging into the back of his thigh. "Pull the trigger."

When Taehyung pulled the trigger there was a crisp clicking sound, that of the hammer springing forward and nothing firing because the chamber was empty. But the sound and vibration alone was enough to make Jungkook's thighs shudder and he spilled forward onto the mattress rather messily. Taehyung almost lost his grip on the gun when his hips dropped and bounced off the bed, but he managed to keep hold.

"Again, Taehyung, do...do it again," Jungkook begged him, face pressed against the pillow so that his voice was muffled. But he could hear the wanting in it, the pleading. "I've been such a slut, punish me."

Taehyung let go of the Beretta and flipped him onto his back. Jungkook sprawled out for him, desperate for pleasure and almost shaking in anticipation. He could see how his thighs quivered as he got into position for him. Jungkook was presenting himself to him, hips lifted up off the bed and thighs splayed wide open. The gun was still inside of him, held in place by the tight clench of his muscles. Taehyung could see how he was stretched around the barrel, flushed, and the sight of his cock twitching against his stomach was mesmerising.

"Shit, you really do look like a slut," Taehyung remarked as he dropped his eyes to study the Beretta more intently. The gun barrel was slick with lube, some of it dribbling down onto the well so taking hold of it was hard. He wrapped his fingers around the gun and once again slipped it out and then pushed it in, hearing Jungkook breathing unevenly as he did. "You should be on camera too."

"Pull it," Jungkook half-ordered, half-begged. "Pull the fucking trigger."

Another dry click. Jungkook's fingers dug into the mattress deeply, dimpling the silken covers as he threw his head back against the pillows. He was practically dribbling all over his stomach now, so close to climaxing but trying to force it down. The sight of his steadily leaking semen spilling down his side to get onto the bed sheets, caused a hard throb in the pit of Taehyung's stomach. What a waste. So he grabbed hold of his cock and he angled it so that he could take him in his mouth. He slipped the gun out slightly and then pushed it back forward as he went down on him.

The noises coming out of Jungkook's slack lips were like music to his ears. Those breathy little gasps and hiccuping moans. Taehyung didn't pull the trigger again but rather fucked into him with the barrel of the gun, slipping it in as far as he could go until the trigger guard got in the way and stopped him. He simulated long and slow thrusts as he went back up to his head, sucking and licking his precum free. Then when he went down on him and bobbed his head he fucked him fast and hard, feeling the thump of the trigger guard hitting his ass.

"Shit I'm cuh...pull it again. Pull it I'm cuming."

When he pulled the trigger one last time it threw Jungkook right over the edge. He orgasmed with a deep moan and Taehyung felt him ejaculating into his mouth. The juxtaposition of the gun firing empty and the hot spurts of cum spilling down his throat was not lost on Taehyung. He slowly pulled back to his head and massaged his length as he rode through his orgasm and then he released him. Taehyung had to reach up and wipe at his lips with his free hand as he pulled the gun out of him. Jungkook had clenched around it and so pulling it out took some effort. It slipped free with a series of liquid sounds and he saw that the barrel was covered in lube.

It was going to need a lot of cleaning.

The sight of his quivering entrance was too much and Taehyung grabbed hold of his thighs and he forced them open, almost pinned them to the bed as he got between them. After a series of experimental prods he felt his head brushing against his entrance so he took himself in hand and guided his cock until he was slipping inside of him. Jungkook took a sharp intake of breath at this and turned his head to look at him. Because of the gun he was still stretched open, allowing him to slid some of his length inside. The lube from the gun was still ample and wet and Jungkook felt absolutely perfect. Better than Jimin had.

"Ah," Jungkook reached down to grab at his forearms, grip tight. Taehyung's own fingers were digging into the soft skin of his thighs. He pulled out to his head and then thrust forward again, slipping back inside. "Taehyung, that burns."

"'Cos you're so tight, loosen up."

"I was loose, you're buh-bigger than the gun- ah!" When Taehyung started lightly thrusting into him he made a series of rather weak whines. He sounded just like an actor out of one of the shitty pornos he had stumbled across in the past, the ones that had whined and whimpered for the entire video.

"When was the last time you had someone inside you?" Taehyung asked, seeing how Jungkook's lips quivered from the burn of every thrust. He mumbled something under his breath, about how he couldn't remember. The curves of his fingernails dug into his forearms, leaving scratches in their wake. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Nuh-no, no I want it. I want you to fuck me," Jungkook said breathlessly, turning his face away from him so that his hair fanned out on the pillow. Taehyung could see that he was looking up at the ceiling mirror, watching him fucking into him intently. "I want it to hurt."

"You want me to fuck you?" Taehyung teased as he found a good rhythm. It was shallow but quick and at the end of each thrust Jungkook's ass thumped off the mattress, the springs creaking under the sound of their skin slapping together. "How much have you wanted my cock?"

"I wanted it," Jungkook groaned, head still rolled back so that he could see his tendons moving under his skin. "I wanted it so bad. The fuh-first time I saw you I wuh-wanted your cock. Fuck." He let out a series of breathless whines and Taehyung slowed his rhythm down to slower, more measured rolls of his hips. "I'm such a fucking slut."

"You've been thinking about me fucking you all this time?"

"I couldn't stop thinking," Jungkook gasped as his fingers moved from his biceps to his back. "Give it to me. I want all of it, Taehyung. I want you to fuh...fuck me so good I can't walk."

"Roll over, slut, let me really fuck you." Jungkook rolled onto his stomach, breath hitching as he did. He balanced his weight on his elbows and lifted his ass for him, thighs open wide. So Taehyung seized hold of his hips and he slipped inside of him to start thrusting again.

"Yes," Jungkook moaned as he rocked against him. "Taehyung, you feel better than the gun. So much better and- ah ah Taehyung !" Taehyung shifted position to get a better angle, balancing his weight on one wrist as he reached around to cover Jungkook's mouth with his other hand.

"You're too noisy, slut," Taehyung remarked as his fingers brushed along his lips. "If Jimin was here he could help fix that problem. He could've gagged you with his cock. How's that for being fucked?"

Jungkook let him push his fingers into his mouth and he felt his teeth pressing down into his skin. Tongue wet, licking along his fingers. It wasn't a cock but it seemed to be enough for Jungkook. He sucked on his fingers and Taehyung felt him lifting his ass up, trying to rock against him. When he slammed against his ass hard to knock him back down Jungkook moaned throatily around his fingers. Taehyung tried to pull his fingers free but the other man chased after them, trying to swallow them again. There was a string of spittle from his fingers to his lips and it broke as he pulled his hand away.

Taehyung forced his hips down onto the bed with his own and he reached over to grab his wrists and pin them against the mattress. He had his hips trapped in place from his weight and he was in so deep that he was grinding against his ass. Jungkook started crying out breathlessly again, squirming under him as his cock brushed against the sheets. There was going to be a wet patch all over the sheets by the time he was finished. Taehyung couldn't help but moan himself, especially every time his hips thumped into him. The impact made jolts of pleasure course through him and he couldn't seem to thrust hard or fast enough.

"I don't like your tattoo," Taehyung groaned as he pressed his mouth against the side of his head. "It makes you look like a cheap slut."

"Cheap?" Jungkook let out a series of broken moans as he tried to speak. "Fuh-fuck you, I'm an eh...expensive slut."

"It looks like your daddy branded you," Taehyung said, feeling the younger man shuddering under him. "You're such a good little...Haedogje Pa slut. Your daddy must be so proud."

"Daddy wuh-would kill you for this," Jungkook whined as he clawed at the sheets. "He would be so muh...mad at me. Fuck me harder, Taehyung."

Taehyung couldn't really do that, he was starting to lose control and he couldn't hold on much longer. He could already feel his muscles starting to shake, the pressure coiling up in his stomach getting too strong. He let go of one of his wrists instead and snagged hold of his hair to wrench on it hard. At the end of each thrust he tugged, hard enough to have Jungkook crying out in mingled pain and pleasure until he was climaxing and ejaculating all over the sheets. He didn't orgasm with a deep groan of pleasure like usual but rather a breathy series of moans, body shuddering from the intensity of it all.

Taehyung felt his own climax chasing after him and pulled out just in time. With a few hard pumps of his wrist a spurt of cum leaked out. Taehyung watched it splash down onto Jungkook's lower back as he buried himself back inside. With several last bucking thrusts he milked himself into Jungkook, hips stuttering as he collapsed on top of him. The explosions of heat in his stomach left him breathless and his orgasm was strong enough to leave him shaking. For several seconds he couldn't even move, eyes closed as starbursts burnt into his eyelids in sync was his racing pulse. Then the waves of pleasure started to ebb, no longer overwhelming. He took a few quick intakes of breath and shifted slightly.

Taehyung could feel the cum on the other man's lower back now smeared all over his stomach. When he pulled out he saw even more messily dribbling down Jungkook's inner thighs to land on the sheets. The other man was lying still on the mattress, back rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. There was a slick layer of sweat all over his skin and only when Taehyung saw a drop of sweat splashing down onto his back did he realised that he was coated in sweat too.

"Taehyung...did you just cum on my tattoo?"

"...Yeah, Jungkook," he replied as he stared at the sight of his semen on his skin. It had obscured some of the lotus, the thinly smeared liquid covering most of the petals but not all of it. The other man asked him why and he thought it over for a minute. "'Cos I wanted to cover it up."

"All high-ranking men of Haedogje Pa have the tattoo, Taehyung," Jungkook explained. "You'll have it too, soon enough. Wipe it off, with your fingers." So he reached down and wiped at the liquid until most of it was on his fingers and palm. Jungkook shifted to roll over and then propped himself up onto his elbows. The younger man licked his fingers like a cat would, cleaning them free before lying back down on the bed. His head thumped off the pillow and he sighed as he closed his eyes. "Shit..."

Taehyung moved to lean over the bed and collect his suit trousers. He was craving a cigarette badly and he pulled the packet free and thumbed it open to pull a stick out with his teeth. He felt the younger man's gaze on him as he did, watching him intently.

"Fuck detoxes, give me a cigarette," Jungkook muttered, and so he pulled another stick free and reached over to put it between his lips for him. "Daddy told me to...to never turn my back on another man," Jungkook said as he took several deep breaths. Taehyung flicked the lighter open to light the end of his cigarette and then he held it against the end of the younger man's stick. "I think he meant in case he stabbed me in the back. He might just have meant in case he stabbed me with his cock." Jungkook took a deep drag and held it in his lungs before breathing it out his nostrils. "Both seem to apply to me."

"How come you don't let Jimin fuck you?" Taehyung asked, slipping the cigarette free and holding it securely between his thumb and fingers.

"Oh, Taehyung," Jungkook breathed more smoke out in a weary sigh and he wet his lips. "Jimin might be mine but that doesn't mean he can fuck me." Taehyung inhaled, tasting their mingled smoke as he did. "He's below me and that's not a bad thing. Jimin knows that fact." He could only stare at him, head propped up one hand and elbow sunken into the mountain of pillows, the other holding his cigarette in front of his lips. "He doesn't fuck me, that's the one part of me he's not allowed. But he has everything else. My penthouse, my devotion, but mostly my credit card. Jimin needs a caregiver, he craves attention and care. I give him everything he wants and needs."

Taehyung noted that Jungkook didn't say the word 'love' explicitly. But listening to him talk about Jimin there was still almost a sense that he was talking about it.

"Do you crave attention and care?"

"I crave...control," Jungkook explained slowly. "I like controlling things but also...I crave the idea of being vulnerable that's why only men that would kill me can fuck me. That makes it a lot more exciting, don't you think?"

"You think I would kill you?" Taehyung asked in confusion, unable to keep the surprise off his face.

"I know that you can kill," the younger man shifted to place an arm against his shoulder and then he was shoving him down against the mattress. Taehyung felt his head bouncing off the mountain of pillows and then Jungkook was straddling him, sitting on his stomach and hunkered forward with his hands either side of his head. "It excites me." Taehyung reached up to run his hands along his outer thighs and he felt him tightening them around his waist. His muscles shifting under his skin wonderfully. "A man that can kill will kill, when he has to."

"I wouldn't kill you, Jungkook," Taehyung said with a soft head shake. "You're my master." Jungkook pulled his cigarette free and he breathed a lungful of smoke out before dabbing the ash off into his stomach. There was an instant prickling sensation on his skin and Taehyung hissed and reached down to brush it free.

"If I told you to kill someone, would you?" When he nodded Jungkook stared down at him, gaze as burning hot as the cigarette. "Unconditionally? What if I told you to kill Jimin. Would you?"

"...Yeah, Jungkook," Taehyung said in a soft voice. His stomach felt strangely tight and cold at the thought and yet the agreement spilled out of his mouth regardless.

"Don't worry, I would never ask you to do that. I would kill Jimin myself if I had to, he deserves a personal death. I would kill you with my own hands too." Jungkook stayed in place for a moment, still straddling his stomach as he took another drag on the cigarette. "I would strangle Jimin." Taehyung held his gaze unblinkingly. "It seems fitting, intimate. It wouldn't hurt that bad I imagine, it would be terrifying though. If I drugged him first I guess he wouldn't really fight back. But for you..." Jungkook reached down to run his palm along his ribs slowly. "I would gut you like a fucking fish."

The younger man moved to lie back down on the mattress. He didn't explain why like he had with Jimin, just rather let his words hang in the air. Taehyung looked up at the ceiling mirror and in his head he thought about what exactly that meant. Violent, forceful. Of course Jungkook would want to slice him open and pull his viscera out with his own hands whilst he was still alive and screaming. He expected nothing less from him.

"Jungkook, why'd you like watching?" Taehyung asked him as he dabbed an inch of ash off his stick onto the other man's stomach just like he had done to him. His stomach clenched and he brushed it away without much care. "Fucking, why'd you like watching so much?"

"Don't you like watching?"

"Yeah, but I mean I'd rather be taking part. Jimin said that you like watching and I just thought it was interesting."

"It's pretty simple, Taehyung," Jungkook held his cigarette up in front of his mouth, lips slightly parted in preparation for a drag. "When I watch I can be whoever I want. I can be the fucker, I can be the fucked. I can imagine how tight and hot he is around my cock, or I can wonder about what it's like to have him grabbing onto my hips and pounding into me until I can't breathe." Jungkook took a deep drag on the cigarette and breathed the smoke out in a sigh. "I can be either one or both at the same time. I find that pretty.....interesting."

"Could you breathe when I was inside you?" Taehyung asked, wetting his lips.

"I saw fucking stars," Jungkook purred as he turned his head to look at him. "Shit Taehyung, you fucked me so good ." Taehyung couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at this. "I'm going to have so many bruises." The younger man sounded pleased by this fact, pleased in a way that he didn't really understand. But Taehyung was starting to, slowly. He was starting to understand a lot of things. Like how having a gun shoved between his teeth was strangely exciting.

"Is it that way with torture too? And murder?" Taehyung stubbed his cigarette out on the metal headboard railing, tossing the butt aside without a care. "When you watch it, do you think about being the killer and the victim too?"

"Mmm," Jungkook looked at the end of his cigarette. There was an inch of ash on the end that he should dab free but he didn't. He just eyed it with great interest. "I wonder what it must be like, to be tied up to a chair and know that death is coming. Those last few seconds of life. What must that feel like? What do you think?"

"I dunno, I've never thought about such things," Taehyung replied in a quiet voice. "Before belonging to you I didn't really get close to death."

"Are you still scared of it?" Jungkook asked as he turned his head to look at him. He held his gaze confidently, not even a slight hint of embarrassment on his face. "Or are you starting to see the pleasure in it too?"

"I'm still scared of dying but...but killing is different. I don't like killing men for you but I realised that there's-" Taehyung paused as he tried to sort his words out. He noted that Jungkook waited patiently, enraptured enough to want to hear more. "I get so scared but killing someone for you gives me control over that fear. Y'know? The second that I pull that trigger then the fear disappears. It's not pleasure, it's peace."

"You crave peace," Jungkook repeated, and so he nodded lazily in agreement. "You know what I think those men think, in their last seconds? Right before death?" He paused and then finished. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"I think that they think nothing at all; sheer terror takes over and leaves them blank. They don't think about loved ones, their life doesn't flash in front of their eyes. Their minds just go fucking blank. Utter blackness. Almost something close to peace." Jungkook took another drag on the cigarette and breathed it out his nose. "You come into the world empty and black, and you leave the world the exact same way."

"Maybe some people think about God?" Taehyung asked, not entirely certain. "Beg for forgiveness from 'em? See light instead of sheer blackness?"

"There's no such thing as 'God'," Jungkook remarked as he shifted on the bed. He reached over with one hand to place it on the pillow beside his head and leaned over him. Taehyung held his gaze, his shadow falling over his face. "Don't you think I'm proof of that?"

"Maybe you're proof the Devil is real," Taehyung said in a soft voice. This made Jungkook grin at him as he lifted his other hand and took a drag off the cigarette. "Absolute evil."

"Or maybe...maybe I'm God," Jungkook breathed the smoke out, lips pouted as he did. "Omnipresent, omnibenevolent, omnipotent. I'm all of those things and more. But, you know something, Taehyung? I'm only able to be those things because of you. You're my eyes, my ears, my hand of judgement. Before me daddy had Kim, and now I have my own Kim too. But you're more efficient than that old man ever was. Fucking Jinwoo could never reach your level, he's weak. He only believes in necessary extermination - righteous death, but not you, Taehyung. You understand the true meaning behind murder. There is none, it's all the fucking same."

"No such thing as honour."

"You're above him, better than him," Jungkook remarked. "Daddy wanted me to have him but I'm so fucking glad that I found you. I can build an empire with a man like you, Taehyung."

"Thank...thank you, Jungkook," Taehyung replied. There was a strange feeling trapped below his ribs at this. Something between excitement and anxiety, that made him feel a little breathless. Build an empire? With him?

"You make me a God, Taehyung," Jungkook said in the most softest voice. "I thought it was the other way around but it's not. You're my becoming. I could never have reached full potential without you, and with you I'm going to reach so fucking high no one can touch me."

"You're the only God I would believe in," Taehyung said as he watched him take another drag off the cigarette. Jungkook held the smoke in his lungs for quite some time and then he moved suddenly, catching him by surprise. The cigarette stick moved down south to his inner thigh and Taehyung realised what he was doing much too late.

Jungkook clamped his mouth over his to mute his pained cries, breathing the smoke into him as he ground the cigarette down hard against his skin. Then he tossed the butt aside and broke the kiss. Taehyung wheezed and tried to not choke on the smoke. There was a hideous throbbing pain on his inner thigh from where he had stubbed the cigarette out. A throbbing and prickling pain. He asked him why he had done that, voice close to a whine as he did.

"I branded you," Jungkook remarked as he reached down to brush the ash free from the burn. There was already a welt appearing on his skin. "You're my own little Haedogje Pa slut, and..." he moved his face to press his lips against his ear, breath warm as it ruffled his hair, "Daddy's so proud of you."

The sight of Hoseok strolling into the department office in the morning was one that both shocked and confused Namjoon. His teammate should have still been resting in either hospital or at home for at least another two days. Yet he walked in shortly before his work-shift was set to start and for a moment Namjoon could only stare at him unblinkingly. There were so many questions that he wanted to ask but was incapable of doing so. It seemed that he was going to be shocked to the point of being speechless more often than not these days, a new aspect of the job. Namjoon didn't really know how to feel about that.

Too much shock was bad for the heart and mind.

Namjoon wondered how Taehyung's heart was feeling these days? Was it always going too fast and making him sweat? Did he often feel like he might just drop dead from a heart attack, or did he really not feel anything like that any more? Was it even beating at this point? As for his mind well...that was something that he really didn't want to think about.

It was drawing close to lunch when he decided to take a momentary break to talk to his teammate. Namjoon couldn't just sit there and stare at him every now and again to make sure he was alright, that he wasn't in pain or anything like that. To his merit Hoseok looked pretty damn well. Maybe more tired that usually but nothing more like that. Not at all like he had been through something as traumatic as being stabbed three times in the stomach. Shallow wounds meant little to him. He thought that Hoseok needed more than a few days off in his opinion and he was going to tell him so. In fact he pushed his desk chair out and crossed the department to go right over to him.

"You know you shouldn't be here, brother," Namjoon remarked as he shifted to sit on the edge of his desk. "I know you might not believe me but you were stabbed just a couple of days ago."

"It's only stitches, Namjoon," Hoseok retorted as he turned away from his computer screen. "It's not like I'm hooked up to a life support machine. Desk work is nothing, I can sit here for eight hours no sweat." He shrugged to emphasise this point, barely even wincing at the movement.

"You should at least be at home recovering," he argued. "Never mind taking it easy, you shouldn't be working at all, Hoseok. I'm serious. It's not just about the stitches or whatever, you needed a mental rest. Yeah?"

"Look," Hoseok shifted in his chair so that he could lean closer to him. "I was about to go stir-fucking-crazy in that hospital. All I could smell was bleach, piss and death. I don't need a break, physical or mental. I need to keep working for the team. Here is the best place I can stay on top of things, yeah?" Namjoon held his gaze for a few seconds and he watched the other man glance over the department. "I can't track everything as well as I want in my apartment resting my mind. Here I can, desk work suits me fine and it's also a great cover for the operation. Anything happens and I know about it, I'm still on top."

"I would have updated you right away," Namjoon said in a quiet voice. "You're an important team member and you wouldn't have been left out of the loop."

"I prefer being on top myself and not slowing anyone else down." Hoseok was still sitting forward in his chair and he clearly wanted to keep talking to him, talking lowly to not be overheard by Daesu who was sitting across the room at his own desk working away on his computer. "Any updates on Tae?"

"He's been spotted a few times since your attack but that's it, I don't have anything concrete just yet," Namjoon explained. "Usually he's in the company of The Boy, but once he was seen on his own and another time he was spotted with a young man. One I've never seen before."

"Oh yeah?" Namjoon held a hand up to him, gesturing to wait for a moment as he got to his feet. He went over to his desk, flipping one of the files open and searching the contents until he found the envelope he was looking for. Then he moved back to the other man's desk.

"Youngjae got this one a couple of days back, he was off-duty but he saw Taehyung and got a shot. Thank fuck for iPhone camera quality," Namjoon declared in mock relief as he pulled a copy of the blown-up photograph out and placed it down on the desk.

The focus of the photograph was that of Taehyung and the unknown man, their teammate walking just behind him carrying a great deal of bags in his hands and glancing off slightly to the side. The unknown male was a few feet in front of him, something in hand that looked like a leash. There was no sight of a dog on the photograph for it reached only their hips but he wondered how the hell he had managed to bring a pet inside a department store with him like that. Clearly his status was high enough to allow him such ridiculous privileges. They were dressed to combat the winter cold, both wearing all black and looking like they had just stepped out of a funeral. Taehyung looked so very strange in his suit with that long woolen overcoat on, almost like he was a legitimate member of Haedogje Pa now.

"Whoever he is he was left in Taehyung's charge. I'll hazard a guess at him being important, though I've never seen him before."

"You think that he's a glorified bodyguard or some..." Hoseok paused for a moment and looked up at him. Then he dropped his gaze to the photograph again. "Wait Namjoon, I saw him. I saw him at the funeral, he was with Tae and The Boy. Climbed in and out of the same fucking car as them."

"So who is he?"

"Not sure but I've got a couple of ideas," Hoseok shifted to fold his elbows on the desk. "He's The Boy's own private fuck toy. I don't think he's a business partner but he might just be. Remember what was in that file that Tae sent us? The porn empire? What if he's a partner in running that?"

"Or the main attraction," Namjoon suggested as he looked down at the photograph. The stranger was certainly handsome enough he supposed. A little small but he didn't look delicate. Actually looked pretty good next to Taehyung, their differing heights and frames oddly complimentary. "What do we call this new addition?"

"I vote we call him 'The Bitch'," Hoseok said as he say back in his chair. "'Cos that's what I think he is."

"No, I don't think that sounds professional. Let's go with...Boy Toy," Namjoon offered, hearing his teammate scoff in amusement. "Sounds better aloud, especially if giving a presentation on it all."

"Heard that there was a bust going on," Hoseok reached over to pick up the photograph again, holding it up with very little interest on his face. "Cyber squad think they've tracked a porn server. You think it's The Boy's or someone else's?"

"Does it matter if it is? Can't put out an arrest warrant unless we have solid proof it's him. He's not gonna put his name or face up on end credits, right?"

"No, I'm worried that it might look like a snitch had something to do with it." Hoseok glanced up at him sharply. "Which is pretty fucking far from the truth. Tae gave us nothing more than a scrap of info, nothing traceable or even helpful. Do you think The Boy might think it was a snitch job anyway?"

"...Not sure, there's got to be countless Haedogje Pa porn servers. Take one down and another reappears. The Boy's not gonna be stupid enough to use a legit and traceable server. He'll have a proxy in China or Japan before he goes deep, no way of finding him from that alone." Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest. "I doubt he'll make the connections. He's likely been shut down in the past and had to move around and we just didn't know about it all. Besides, just because Tae found out about it doesn't mean he knows the details."

"Yeah...yeah good point." His teammate nodded. "Tae was probably just told about it, doesn't know the address or anything else. Why would he? Not like The Boy needs an assistant, not if that's what The Bit- I mean Boy Toy is doing." Hoseok put the photograph down with a heavy sigh. "You said he was seen on his own? When about was this?"

"He was seen leaving in a car on his own, the afternoon of your attack. Couldn't track him because it was too risky but he left the apartment and didn't return until near an hour later. He wasn't with The Boy but I have no doubts he was doing something for him, a job of some kind."

"He was on his own and he didn't contact us..." Namjoon shook his head at this statement and Hoseok sucked his lower lip in to start gnawing on it. "That was the perfect opportunity to do so. Why didn't he contact us?"

"He might not have useful information just yet," Namjoon suggested, even when it sounded pretty flat to him. A shitty explanation. Taehyung would at least have something he knew that they didn't but there was a chance that he was trying to collect as much as he could before reporting back. Minimising the risks of being caught as much as he could. Judging from his teammate's expression he thought that it was a shitty excuse too. Well, it wasn't like Namjoon could tell him too much from his own experiences. After all he had already told him that it could take months before they could be contacted. "Maybe Taehyung has a plan of his own? He's smart, he knows what he's doing. If we try and track him too much we risk his safety so we shouldn't-"

"Hold the phone guys," Sungah announced as she stepped into the department office. Her hair was slightly messy, seemingly from fiddling her own fingers, and she was carrying a file in her hand. "I've got an important update you need to see."

"Update about what exactly?" Namjoon asked as he shifted his attention to look at her. Any talking about Taehyung and a possible mutiny were pushed aside at her words. Why bother discussing the possibilities of something happening when the woman had solid evidence in her hands instead? Something they could work with rather than play a game of Twenty Questions for fun.

"About who else; Haedogje Pa of course," she retorted as she reached up to brush her hair back behind her ear roughly, a poor attempt at fixing it. "Where's Youngjae?"

"Out on the streets," Daesu explained from his position in the corner. "He's working, not just taking an extra long smoke break like usual."

"OK, OK, Daesu pull up. I've got something here you all need to see." She lifted the file as she said this, alerting them to the fact she was talking about it. As if that wasn't rather obvious. "Jung, should you even be here?"

"I'll tell you what I told Namjoon," Hoseok shifted in his seat. "I'm here to keep an eye on things and it seems that I made the right choice, huh?" Sungah made a noise in agreement at this as she turned her attention back to the file and opened it up. "So what's going on?"

"Multiple homicides, that's what," Sungah explained. "Been tracking the desk since Nam was discovered and I was alerted to the discovery of several men discovered in Incheon just an hour ago, Haedogje Pa men. All dead, looks to be a successful hit job."

"Like what happened to Nam and Ahn?" Daesu asked, arms folded over his chest and eyes narrowed slightly.

"Nah, Nam was butchered," Hoseok disagreed. "And Ahn looked to be tortured, they were less hits more..." he paused for a moment as he tried to sort his words out, "entertainment."

"These dead men certainly weren't entertainment." Sungah slipped the photographs out of the file. "Clean kills, no butchering, no signs of physical torture. And no, it doesn't look to be Jeon either." She pulled a photograph out the pile and held it up. Namjoon eyed the photograph for a few seconds before she put it down on Hoseok's desk. Unrecognisable man in a black suit and white shirt, a bib of blood staining most of the white blooming from what looked like a shotgun wound to the chest. "Seeing as the victims were all his men."

"Maybe they pissed Jeon off?" Daesu suggested as she started spreading photographs across the wood. "It's certainly his style." The man was right. There was certainly something cold and clinical about the way these men had been murdered. Bullet holes, punched through chests and heads, guts riddled with wounds. Not The Boy's style at all; that would have been so much more worse.

"No, no these men were dealing with business from what we can tell. That's judging from the location, the amount of men present, it's like a typical Haedogje Pa gathering except they're all dead," Sungah explained. "Business matters I'm assuming to be on Jeon's behalf though I could be wrong. It's highly unlikely that Jeon would have hits placed on his own men during a transaction for his empire if I'm right. He seems to have lost out on business and lost men."

"Wait, I know who that is," Hoseok said as he shifted and grabbed one of the photographs. "Shit, I know him! That's Jeon's bookkeeper! The one that's been guiding The Boy. Woo." Namjoon studied the photograph he was holding up and he felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. An eddy of danger. "That's Woo, right?"

"Looks like someone else has decided to step onto the chessboard," Namjoon said as he reached down to pull the photograph free from his fingers and inspect it more clearly. "And I think I know who it is..."