*Yoongis pov
I have imagined this moment since the first time I saw her, at that awards ceremony 3 years ago, before I knew of her relationship with my father, before their actions stole my mother from me, before I hated her, and before I fell in love with her.
Yes.... I love her!
I am desperate to tear off her silky nightwear, to cover her entire body in kisses, to taste every inch of her. I am also very aware that her experience of sex in recent years has been more about Shauns punishment and domination of her. I will control myself, she deserves to feel safe and loved, precious and special. I resolve to be gentle, to concentrate on giving her pleasure, to show her what lovemaking should feel like.
I release her hand from above her head, concerned that she may feel vulnerable and threatened by even that light restraint. That bastard Shaun deserves all that is coming to him for hurting her!
My touch is light and caressing, my kisses soft and lingering. My actions are guided by her moans, and the response of her body to mine. I have decided that this will go no further than foreplay. 'Kenzie deserves to know that her feelings are being considered, that her enjoyment of the moment is important to me.
I explore her entire body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, using my fingers, my eyes, my lips and my tongue. This is like no mindfulness I have ever practised but is certainly the most erotic, and not surprisingly, the most enjoyable! There is no room in my mind for anything but her right now. I allow my touch to linger in the places she shows the most response, her heavy breathing and small groans are signposts on the map of her body, directing me to the locations she enjoys most.
I can feel my own arousal pressing into the bed as I work my way down her body with my tongue. I ache to be inside her, but it is her experience that is of paramount importance to me right now. She has one hand on the back of my head, a fistful of my hair, tugging gently causing me to let out a sharp breath. She is driving me crazy!
I can tell her release is imminent. I can feel it, but I can see it on her face too.
I am awestruck. The feeling I have now is like that you experience when watching air filling up a balloon. You know pressure is building inside. You watch as it grows, expanding, increasing in size to the point that it's impossible not to tense up in preparation for the explosion that will come. The pressure inside becomes so great the tension has to go somewhere. Eventually, when it gets to be too much, the balloon explodes!
'Kenzie is the balloon!
I have never witnessed such an extremely beautiful physical response to anything before.
Her entire body convulses, she has both hands in my hair now and is pulling me up her body to her face, bringing my lips down to hers, tasting herself on my tongue. She wraps her feet around the backs of my thighs and draws me toward her, inviting me into her body. I have never wanted someone so much in my life, but I have promised myself that tonight is about her. I kiss her lips one last time, then pull away from her. It is the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. I roll onto my back beside her and grab myself. I don't need to move my hand at all. I am beyond sensitive, the skin so tense, all the blood in my body seemingly collected there. I actually feel dizzy. I explode, the evidence of my orgasm covering my lower abdomen. I shudder at the sensations, feeling sated but somehow also remaining famished!!
I wake up to the shrill ring of my alarm. 5am. I hate mornings!
I grab for my phone and turn off the unbearably loud, annoying sound. I immediately rise from the bed. I have learned from experience that I must, or I will go straight back to sleep.
I shower, the water cold to tame my unruly body into submission, the images of last night replaying in my mind. I focus my thoughts onto the purpose of my early start. My meetings at the office.
I dress quickly in some black jeans and a navy shirt, I add some silver jewellery and pull on my favourite black Dr Martens boots. I text a message to Mackenzie to let her know what time I expect to be back, and how much I'm looking forward to continuing our conversation of yesterday. Do I mention what happened once we got into bed? No!
What if she thinks that by omission I am regretting the events of last night? Oh god! "Get a grip Yoongi" I admonish myself!
I send the message as it is...
'Had to go work. Will home be by midday. We will talk more. Please be amused however you wish until I return'
Y x
I check the mirror and ruffle my damp hair a little, have one more glimpse at the sleeping beauty in my bed, then turn and leave the room, closing the doors behind me. I grab my coat and exit the apartment and nod a good morning to Jung Lee, my most trusted security officer after Tiny.
"Look after her" I instruct him
"Of course Mr Min" he replies
I head down to the garage and climb into the waiting car, the driver greeting me politely as I do. He immediately moves off, already aware of our destination. I text 'Kenzie a follow up message....
'Forgot to tell you. Jung Lee at front door. Security staff. Will keep you safe'
Y😘
I press send, only then worrying that the emoji might be too much! Oh well I shrug, too late now. No regrets!
I arrive at the office around 15 minutes later and thank the driver as the door of the car is opened by another security officer. There are often fans outside the Big Hit building, so we are always escorted into and out of the buildings for safety.
I thank him too once we reach the revolving entrance doors. I continue inside alone as the security officer takes up his position just outside the door.
I arrive at the 35th floor and exit the lift, heading directly across the reception area toward my studio, nodding greetings to office staff as I go. I round a corner to the right and open the door marked 'Genius Lab'
Inside I remove my coat and hang it inside the small coat cupboard then turn and greet Tiny, who has been here all night.
"Anything to report Jag-eun?"
He huffs at my use of his nickname and replies that no, there is nothing to report.
I nod and open my studio door. I sit in my black leather reclining chair and cross my arms over my chest, spinning the chair 90 degrees to my right, scrutinising the scene.
Shaun is slumped there, mouth taped, bloodshot eyes wide, his hair matted and tangled. There is some bruising to the left side of his face, a small cut under his left eye, and his nose has also bled, dripping from his chin onto what was a white T-shirt. It is no longer white as it is stained with a mixture of spilled food and drinks, blood and vomit.
"Oh jeez, You need a shower man" I say, waving at the air with my right hand whilst simultaneously picking up the can of air freshener from my desk on the left of me. I spray it liberally into the space between us.
"Talking time" I tell him, putting down the air freshener and crossing the small space between us in 2 long strides. I remove the tape from his mouth with one swift rip, making him yelp at the pain, the tape taking with it some of the weeks worth of stubble!
The tape is not across his mouth to keep him from being heard, this is a soundproof studio after all. No, the tape is a symbol of my power over him, my control of him and this situation, and his weakness within it. I dictate when he speaks. If I don't like something he says I retape his mouth, let him choke on the words.
He's hands are cable tied infront of him.
I decide when and even if he eats or drinks. He's had a couple of bladder accidents over the last few days because he has preferred to shout abuse at my security officers, rather than ask to use a toilet with the few seconds of speech he is able to get out before the tape is replaced.
This is the day I talk to him myself! I tell him the same thing I have had my men telling him for days now
"You will talk Shaun!! You will comply, no matter what it takes"
So far he has been the most stubborn bastard.
"Look Yoongi, mate, come on, this is crazy! I'm sure we can come to some arrangement, but I can't help you locked up in your studio. I need to be in my office. At least drive me back to London and let's continue... this... there!" He emphasises his pleading by raising his hands, palms together in a gesture of supplication.
I smirk. He thinks he is still in England! That sedative worked really well on him too didn't it!
"Shaun, that isn't going to happen. You can help me from here. All I need from you is my payment"
"What payment?" He yells, his face a mask of confusion.
"I don't understand what I owe you, or why I owe you it. How the fuck am I supposed to know what you want if you won't tell me" he rages, his face reddening, blood stained spit flying out of his mouth.
I pick up the roll of tape and begin searching for the end. When I locate it I roll a little tape off in a short sharp jerk. That noise alone is enough to silence Shaun. Just what I wanted. For him to understand that he is not in control of this situation, and to feel some of the fear he has caused 'Kenzie to feel for the last 15 years!
He looks at me quietly and I notice his Adam's apple is bobbing. He is nervous. This is going well.
"I took care of your 'problem' for you" I say simply, using air quotes as I say the word problem.
"I now need what's owed me Shaun. Mackenzie is no longer of concern to you, your new life can begin!" I quote his words to my father back at him.
He blinks a few times, licks at his cracked lips with his pale dry tongue and widens his eyes in understanding.
"You?! It was you? But why? How did you know I was.... wait..... holy shit!! Oh my god! How did I not see it?" he questions himself aloud. He begins to laugh, a small perplexed sounding bark, giving way to a deep and full belly laugh. I allow him this moment, I'm not threatened at all. The laughter eventually subsides. He goes quiet and looks quite confused. I think he expected a different reaction from me. Maybe I was supposed to lose my cool? I won't. I have learned to control my emotions outside of my home since becoming famous. My way of trying to keep a little of myself from the public.
"Why you are laughing Shaun? Nothing funny is said" I say evenly
"You were at my office that day. You were my next appointment! You heard us didn't you!" he accuses.
"Hang on" he says with a sharp intake of breath..... "Min! You're both Mr Min. Oh my god..... your his son aren't you!? He got you to help him sort out my acquisition of Big Hit didn't he. Clever, sneaky bastard, using an inside man!" he says with admiration in his voice. He stops talking as realisation hits him.
"Wait! If you helped him with that, then what do I still owe you? My part of the bargain was to get rid of Mackenzie. My guys told me that was taken care of. My part of the deal upheld. Your fathers was to get me Big Hit. Its YOU who owe me!" He fires at me
"Well done Shaun. I knew you'd work it out eventually. You being so smart after all. However, it wasn't your guys that made Mackenzie disappear, it was mine! That's what you owe me for"