"Oh my! Don't tell me... You're the heir of the Mafia King of Asia. His one and only son, hidden away from the world?"

While Taehyung expected fear to register on Jungkook's face, he was met with open awe and curiosity instead. A smirk tugged at his lips as he confirmed, "Yes, you're right."

But his smug expression soon faltered as Jungkook actually clapped his hands excitedly, shaking his head in amazement. "Wow! So interesting! I never thought the Mafia King would be my father-in-law."

Taehyung regarded him with utter disbelief. Why did nothing he said or did seem to faze this peculiar boy? Inwardly whining at his inability to inspire fear, he wondered if brandishing his dagger might finally get the desired reaction.

'Should I take out my dagger to scare him? Surely that will do the trick...'

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, causing both of them to snap to attention. Taehyung's eyes narrowed - he knew it could only be the police.

Before he could formulate a plan, Jungkook was already moving towards the door. "Let me check, hmm?"

Taehyung considered stopping him, but decided to see how events would unfold. Moments later, Jungkook returned with a mildly worried expression. "Maybe it's police looking for you."

Taehyung hummed nonchalantly in response, unconcerned about the potential threat.

To his surprise, Jungkook leveled him with a cheeky smirk, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. "Aren't you scared? What if I tell them you're here in my bedroom?"

It was a blatant attempt at provoking fear, Jungkook clearly not understanding the futility of such efforts against the hardened criminal. Taehyung couldn't resist a low chuckle of amusement.

Closing the distance between them with predatory grace, he snaked an arm around Jungkook's trim waist, pulling their bodies flush. The younger gulped audibly at their sudden proximity, the air growing thick with a scorching tension.

Taehyung smirked darkly, eyes glinting with confidence as he murmured in a low rumble, "I know you'll never do that, little one."

Jungkook met Taehyung's intense gaze unflinchingly, whispering back with a daring lilt, "And what if I do?"

A deep chuckle rumbled from Taehyung's chest as he traced the pads of his fingers along the plush curve of Jungkook's lips. In one swift motion, he slipped two digits past the seam of the younger's mouth, eliciting a surprised gasp that bordered on a gag. Jungkook managed to maintain his composure, though his eyes betrayed a flash of dark desire.

"I'll feed you some tasty bullets...from my favorite gun," Taehyung murmured, the words heavy with implication as he slowly withdrew his saliva-coated fingers.

Jungkook bit his plump lip, visibly restraining himself from latching onto those slick digits once more to taste the criminal more thoroughly.

The charged moment was broken by another insistent ring of the doorbell, prompting Jungkook to roll his eyes in frustration. Taehyung couldn't help a small smile at the petulant display.

"That was hot, huh?"

Jungkook winked boldly before turning on his heel and sauntering out of the room, leaving Taehyung to stare after him with a mix of exasperation and reluctant respect for the younger's brazen flirtations.

"Indeed...hot," Taehyung mumbled under his breath, bringing those two glistening fingers to his mouth to lick away the remnants of Jungkook's saliva. He hummed thoughtfully at the taste.

"He must have had chocolate after dinner."

The tension crackled between them, a game of cat-and-mouse rapidly spiraling into something more primal, more dangerous. Yet neither seemed willing to back down from their heated tango of wits and wiles.

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