"I was actually surprised to see you being taken here. I mean, I heard the others whisper about you, y'know. You're the first Jeon didn't throw down here after a single night."

Taehyung rested his head against the cold wall, frame wrapped in a soft blanket. He scoffed, the sound lonely in the cell. "I was surprised too", he mumbled. Despite being incredibly tired, Taehyung did not dare to fall asleep. He was afraid someone would enter his cell as soon as he closed his eyes.

Jungkook had told the truth, a man had come and brought him dinner, a surprisingly delicious meal. Taehyung at first didn't want to eat a single piece but his stomach was growling louder and louder as the minutes passed so he submitted to the cravings of his body and ate.

Just like Jungkook had said, the cell held everything of comfort. There was even a small secluded area serving as a bathroom, which Taehyung was incredibly thankful for.

"What's the deal with you and Jeon anyways?", the man asked one more time. When Taehyung had asked for his name, he had laughed, a beautiful deep timbre and then explained that his name wasn't a suitable knowledge for a pretty boy like him. Taehyung's question on how he'd known what he looked like was answered with another laugh.

"It's impossible not to notice your beauty", the man had said before falling silent, clearly finished with the conversation.

Since he was the only company who was actually nice, Taehyung continued talking to him.

"Could ask you the same", Taehyung said with a tired smile, giggling when he heard the man groan. "Damn, you're persistent", he huffed playfully. The petit blond shrugged, even though the other couldn't see it.

"Are you going to answer me this time, then?", he asked. Silence was what he got in return and Taehyung already assumed that he wasn't going to get one, but he was surprised.

"What do you think? I angered Jeon and got caught and now I'm gonna rot in this prison for all eternity", the man said and Taehyung could clearly hear the frustration in his voice. "I'm a bad man and I got what I deserve. Although I prefer to be free, of course."

Taehyung thought for a second. The man of course wasn't going to be a saint but Taehyung knew Jungkook. And that man couldn't be any worse than his captor. After all, the one who claimed to love him threw him into the prison himself.

"At least you didn't put the one you love in a cell", the white Chess Queen said bitterly, playing with the pearls of his bracelet. It was useless to pretend now, anyways. His mark, which has been hidden all this time, had been seen and his worst nightmare knew his identity.

Yet Taehyung wished for Jungkook to come and save him.

That didn't mean that he liked the elder, no. But he was the only one to free Taehyung and the little blond craved his freedom. He wanted to behave, at least until he earned Jungkook's trust and found a good opportunity to escape, where he wouldn't be caught.

Taehyung was a gentle soul. His Momma taught him to be kind and sweet. His innocent nature forbid him to hold grudges but Taehyung found himself holding a grudge against Jungkook. He treated him so unfairly.

"I would never even think to put you in a cell, dear. More on a... throne", the man's voice now said again. It was muffled through the wall but Taehyung found comfort in the words and exhaled.

He wanted to go home.

"Do you have a family, prison boy?", he called out to the other and heard a resounding chuckle. Possibly because of the nickname Taehyung gave him.

"Prison boy?"

"Well, I have to call you something. Or you could tell me your real name..."

"No, I think I like prison boy better...", the man's voice trailed off at the end. "I had a family but Jeon killed all of them. They were rivals, my family and his, so I wasn't surprised that it happened. They weren't the kindest anyways but they were family, no? I survived and tried killing Jeon in return for what he did to my family. He captured me, unfortunately and now I'm here", the man explained.

Taehyung felt sick, knowing Jungkook's hands have been on him. The same hands that had taken so many lives. "Is Jungkook really that cruel?", he whispered, more to himself than to the man.

"Oh, it wasn't Jeon Jungkook who killed them. It was his father. And it seems like his son is taking after him."

°°°

The jingling sound of keys entered the prison, accompanied by loud, echoing footsteps. Jungkook stared with emotionless eyes at the imprisoned humans behind the bars, those heathens started shouted profanities as soon as he crossed them. The Mafia leader smirked.

But he didn't come here to enjoy the faces of his imprisoned enemies. He came for his doll, his sweet, perfect little doll who was hopefully behaving much better now. Jungkook had left Taehyung alone for the entire day but decided to pick up his doll before the night so he wouldn't be all alone in the dark with these horrible men.

Jungkook was hoping for Taehyung to be more calm, more obedient now but he certainly did not expect Taehyung to jump to his feet the moment he stepped into the cell. "Doll...", he mumbled, eyes incredibly soft.

The little blond was wrapped in a soft blanket, crouched on the mattress. It had been a rushed preparation, actually a preoccupation because Jungkook hadn't planned on punishing Taehyung but as his father told him, it was always good to be prepared.

"I came to pick you up, my Baby. So proud of you, you did so well", Jungkook cooed fondly. To his surprise, Taehyung pushed the blanket off of his body. 

"You're here!"

Taehyung threw himself into his arms and cried uncontrollably. Jungkook cooed and took his doll back into his embrace, lifting him up. He was surprised by this sudden reaction, the way Taehyung pushed himself closer to the Mafia leader, sobbing and sobbing.

"I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to upset you", Jungkook mumbled, stunned and feeling guilty. He didn't want Taehyung to be upset; he had only wanted to give him a lesson. Seeing Taehyung trembling in his arms now made Jungkook realize that he had made a mistake. But still, his trick succeeded.

Taehyung was clinging onto him and wouldn't let go, the gorgeous blond whimpering softly in his embrace, begging to be taken away.

"P-please, p-please let me out of here", Taehyung sobbed into Jungkook's neck and the Mafia leader tightened his hold around his precious doll. Now, he wanted to be different. Now, he wanted to treat Taehyung like the Queen he was. His Queen.

Jungkook couldn't help but smirk. He wanted all of Taehyung. And he would use any dirty trick he knew to get what he wanted.

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