JUNGKOOK

I was walking down the hall when the door to Taehyung's room opened fully, instead of being cracked open like it had been earlier, Taehyung stepped out, closing the door behind him. He glanced over at me. "Good evening boss." I greeted. "Is there anything I can get for you? How's Nari?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

A smile spread across his face. "I'm going downstairs. Feel free to follow." He brushed past me.

I turned my head, watching as he walked away, I squinted, were there, nail marks on his back? It wouldn't be surprising with how often he brought stray women back to the house. I followed after him, feeling suddenly curious. 

Downstairs he stood in front of the fridge grabbing two bottles of water, unscrewing the cap off of one and taking a deep drink. "Ahhhhh." He sighed with relief. "And to answer your question Jungkook. Nari is fine." He turned his head to try and look at his back. "She's a scratcher. Should be calling her Kitten... Not Lamb." He chuckled. He must have made Chef Jaesuk leave the kitchen or something, he was no where in sight which was extremely rare. I don't think I've seen him anywhere but the kitchen since I've came here.

For some reason. I felt my blood starting to boil. What did he mean by that? "Nari did that?" I asked, gesturing to the claw marks. So, the moans that had gotten me so worked up earlier, had been Nari....

Taehyung took another drink before screwing the lid back on. "Yeah. Those guys at the club drugged her. She was feeling a bit needy." He wiggled his brows. "What's wrong? You're not jealous are you?" He asked.

I felt the muscles in my jaw tighten. What he means is he took full advantage of her... And no.. I wasn't jealous, I had no reason to be jealous, she was just a friend, a girl Taehyung had us take. Just like all the other girls before her... Plus she wasn't even mine to be jealous, she was Taehyung's. Just like everything else, everything belonged to Taehyung, an if it didn't. Well he'd find a way to make it happen. "No sir. I was just worried about her." I answered through gritted teeth.

"Is that what they're calling it now-a-days?" Taehyung asked, amusement in his voice, he leaned his hip against the counter. "You don't have to be jealous Jungkook." He reached into his sweat pants pocket, pulling out an almost empty pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and placing it between his lips before lighting it. He held the pack out to me. I hated smoking, but being on the inner circle of Taehyung's you had to do many many things you didn't really want to do. So I took one. "You know I share my things." The corners of his lips turned up in a smile.

Yeah, he didn't mind sharing. But at a cost. Nothing was free, especially when it came to Taehyung. I lit the end of the cigarette and blew out the smoke. "I'm not sure." I replied, clearing my throat uncomfortably.

"I have nothing to lose. You're my best employ