This story has been in my drafts for a while, so why not upload it lol

Disclaimer:

This story will have multiple scenes of psychotic behavior, detailed smut, childhood trauma mentions - and scenes, cheating, dissociation, mental health triggers, drugs intake, gang violence, domestic violence mentions, and many scenes could in fact be gruesome to read. I like to be a very realistic and detailed writer, so the scenes of this story will not be sugar coated.

If you continue to read this book after this warning, I am assuming you have read the following warnings and it will be YOUR responsibility to take care of yourselves while reading this book, read at your own risk. The scenes will be VERY detailed, so be mindful of yourselves and mental and emotional health. You have every right to STOP READING if at any point you start to feel uncomfortable or triggered by what has been written, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. Do not push yourself to continue if you feel overwhelmed with this story.

Everything involved in this story is entirely Fictional and not meant to take on a literal sense. With that being said the characters do not represent, speak for, or reflect how any celebrity are like that this story may have. They are only used for visual purposes, but do not under any circumstance have any connection with the person in real life. So do not make connections or jump to certain conclusion related to the person in real life.

This story is entirely my idea, so plagiarism is absolutely not tolerated. I have full copyrights for this story, so do not publish it on any format or translate it. This is my hard work, so respect it just as much as you wouldn't want someone plagiarizing your work.

This story isn't meant to sensationalize disorders, mental health, trauma, mafia violence, or certain behaviors, but the purpose is to either educate on the topic or reflect on it through writing in this piece. I want to be as educational as possible with what I've learned or know already, that's why it's important to correct me if there's any mistakes that appear.

This story will be surrounding a more dysfunctional romance based, so we'll see a lot of scenes with cheating, foreplay, smut, fluff, sexual mentions, etc.

I want to put this out there that even if this story may have romance, do not let the idea of shipping get to you. This story is more Jungkook and Andres centric story of their journey while living each other's lives when they switched. So, it's more than a ship, it's a story, so treat it as a story and forget for a moment who these people are in connections to the real world.

But since I know there's going to be curiosity on the ships, I want to say Vminkook, but separately... If that makes any sense. You just gotta read to know, I have no idea how to explain it well.

If you absolutely cannot stand anything else, this story is not for you.

Now that you have read through all of this information, or I will assume you have, and if you continue to read this story than that will be at your own risk. I am not responsible for how this story may impact either mentally, emotionally or spiritually. You have the freedom, and right, to stop reading if you feel as though this story is affecting your everyday life in a negative direction. This is your responsibility to take care of yourself.

With that being said, I hope you all enjoy the Bloodline!

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Main Characters:

Jeon Jungkook (for now)

Jeon Andres

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Namjoon

(There's more characters but I will add their photos once they're all introduced, these who will be constantly mentioned in the story)

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Songs:

Jungkook and Taehyung
Before the Sun Sets - Nimus ft Red
Save Your Tears - The Weeknd ft Ariana Grande
Fake Love - BTS

Andrés and Jimin
Pretty Boy - Isabel LaRosa
Bermuda - SickKick
Let It Go - The Neighbourhood

Jungkook and Jimin
Alibi - Sevdaliza, Pabllo Vittar, and Yseult
Favorite - Isabel LaRosa
Fill The Void - The Weeknd, Lily Rose Depp, Ramsey

Andrés and Taehyung
Fur Elise - Faouzia
Drop Dead - Holly Humberstone
Eyes Don't Lie - Isabel LaRosa

"I'm so sorry for your loss."

"He was such a great man and an equally amazing agent!"

"My condolences for your loss."

That's all Jeon Jungkook is surrounded by the second he stepped foot into the National Intelligence Service building early this morning, after coming back from the hospital where his father took his final breath of life. Jungkook was there when it happened, and strange enough he didn't cry like how other agents did when they heard the news - much less when his father said his final 'I love you' with a tender caress to his ruffles of long blonde hair.

Not like he's not sad about it, of course Jungkook is sad, but that's just it.

He's sad.

Nothing more than that.

So, throughout the whole day speeches were made by the head directors of the agency during an assembly, going on about how much of a man Jeon Jungjin was. How greatly he served his country and what an outstanding agent he was when he was out on the field. Jungkook's father sure was one of the big shots here in this agency. He was like the second in command, been doing this job for about twenty years, so if there's anyone that knew the ins and outs of it, definitely was him.

It was actually through him that Jungkook got the job as a secret field agent as well. Obviously through recommendation, but Jungkook definitely had to work his ass off to prove that he's here not because his daddy said please. Like father like son, Jungkook has proved his skills in computer analyst and quick decision making on the spot, along with his physical physic to be fit to do anything that they ask him to do with ease.

So no, he wasn't gifted with this job.

He damn well earned it.

That's why hearing those words of apologetic and pity stares just grinded through Jungkook's nerves. He would rather just focus on his job and have a regular conversation with people rather than having to hear them say those words in between their sobs and pitiful gazes to the young boy. His father was a great agent, he sure was, but the reason Jungkook even came to work was to be distracted from all of this shit on death, not be reminded of it.

That's just his way of grieving, prefer not diving into it at all.

However, through the sobs and cries, what he did not expect was for the head director to suddenly announce in the midst of his speech.

"That's why in honor of our departing agent, his son - Jeon Jungkook - will now follow in his footsteps in being the Commander in Chief for the field agents branch."

Now that felt like a bomb just exploded to his face.

Jungkook froze in place, shocked, while the agents around him all applauded in cheers for him. It didn't feel real. His surroundings didn't feel like he was connected to them, all blurring in the background yet he still feels them cheering him on enthusiastically as they edge him to approach the stage. His feet moved on their own will, feeling as though he entered in a state of dissociation because of how much his consciousness felt like it wasn't connected to his body at this moment.

He didn't even feel the hand shaking his of the Head Director, nor the eyes all gawking at him as they applaud him to his achievement.

He doesn't recall what he said from there, something about this being an honor and how his father would've been so proud of him. Saying some sob story to how he grew up with just his father alone, becoming tougher and working hard to get to where he is now. All of those things just felt like words without meaning if he's honest. The lights were too bright on his face and an unbearable suffocation kept crawling up his neck to nearly force him to wheeze once or twice amongst his speech.

Truth is, it's been a long time since Jungkook has truly felt anything about what he does or feel. Maybe the last time he felt genuinely happy had to be when he got married with his husband, Kim Taehyung, but if he's being honest with himself, he lost connection with any emotional bone in his body.

Maybe it was his father tough training as a kid to prepare him for this job, or maybe when he went into the military and how they practically shoved down his throat that he has to be a cold fucker to the world. Maybe it's all of those things in one.

Or perhaps the more sensible memory in his mind, the one he refuses to remember - the day his mother and twin brother walked out of his life, and never to be seen again.

Sure, he's gotten his mother's letters and he did look forward reading them as a kid. Entering teen years, he was too busy training that it slowly went to the back of his mind to read or respond to them. Up until he didn't at all.

He doesn't typically have anything against his mother, but he sure would've liked if she was present in his life. Jungkook doesn't blame her though, father was a very demanding man with territorial issues. He got better somewhat after Jungkook came back from the military, but those sudden pulses of rage definitely never changed.

Perhaps that's why Jungkook just grew more.... Emotionless.

If that makes any sense.

That's why, after enduring through all these meetings and assemblies on the departed agent and his promotion, Jungkook was just glad to leave once his shift was over and head home - perhaps to not be reminded of what may happen tomorrow now that he's the Commander in Chief. That's not an easy job; he remembered his father talking to him about it, and it's not a walk in the park to be in charge of these agent and sending them off to mission that better suit their skills.

He's definitely not looking forward to that.

Finally getting home, he was greeted with the warm aroma of jasmine tea caressing the air. The scent was like an instant sedative to his once tense body, slouching and relaxing as he hanged his blazer to the coat hanger and roaming to where the scent came from - which was the kitchen.

There he was not only met with two mugs of the warm tea on the island, one of them just ready to fill Jungkook's insides with warmth - but he was also met with the familiar sight of his dear husband twirling a spoon on his tea mug with formal clothes as though he also just came back from work.

He looked exhausted, dazed in a lost gaze while he twirled the spoon with a deep frown on his full lips with a chin resting on his palm. No doubt he had a long day, after all today just so happened to be the release day of a book from one of the writers he's been working with. Being the CEO is definitely not easy, very nerve wrecking and time consuming, especially when it comes to a publishing company like his. The day of a release is always a stressful time since there's no telling how the sales would be like the next day.

Either people will like it, rise in market, or hate it and drop.

Whatever results may happen, it could definitely affect both the writer and the company.

Which sucks.

Jungkook frowns to his husband and knocks on the wall gently to catch his attention. Immediately Taehyung's eyes snap up, that stress and exhaustion draining from his face to be replaced by a small smile with eyes glittering in joy.

No matter how much of a suckish mood he can be in, whenever he sees Jungkook he would always glow in joy to seeing his husband.

Jungkook smiles a little more sincerely and approaches him, moving around the island and wraps his arms around Taehyung's waist, pressing a peck to the side of his head, "Did you get here a while ago?"

"Nah, just a few moments ago," Taehyung sighs, raising the mug up and guides Jungkook to take a sip before placing the mug back to the counter, "I got your message while I was at work, I'm sorry for your loss baby."

For a moment Jungkook didn't say anything, feeling his eyes burn just slightly by how he didn't blink as he intensely stares at the mug, before moving his hands to turn Taaehyung around. The blonde-haired man stares back at him with his eyes pouring into his with his hair caressing his forehead to almost touch his eyelashes.

His husband is beautiful, no doubt about that.

And right now, he needs him.

So Jungkook leans forward, feathering his lips with Taehyung's, "I don't want to talk about it now. I need you."

Taehyung didn't question him further, only molds their lips together, letting his husband take over complete control of their bodies and use him for whatever way he wants to just to please his husband.

After all, they all could use a little distraction.

Death.

Death has a strange yet unusual way of declaring itself in one's life.

It can be from a family.

Friend.

The neighbor who tells you good morning every day.

The mailman with horrible aim to the door.

Pet.

Maybe even a stranger.

Death is like an exclamation point. You don't see it coming, or expect it, but when it occurs it only takes that one second to say the words that someone's dead and a lifetime to process that the person was once there but the next isn't anymore.

Death.

Still impactful, even if no one knew who this person was.

That's how Andres felt when he got the news from a mail invitation that his father - who he has made sure to forget his memory after his parents' divorce - is dead. This is probably the only letter from his father he's ever gotten, not even a fucking birthday cheap card that's sold for a dollar at a random corner store.

At least this card has one thing right, his new name; from Jeon Junghyun to Jeon Andres.

When him and his mother moved to Spain after the separation, that was the day little Junghyun became Andres. His mother wanted no trace of his ex-husband on the child, so that also included his name change. Not like he gave a shit; he was too young to give a fuck.

Now that he's older, the name suits him well.

He adjusted to it rather too accommodately.

"Sir, does this mean you must go back to South Korea?"

Andres flickers his deadly stare to his right-hand man, seeing him slightly lean over the broad desk to the invitation. Kim Namjoon is the first acquaintance he made here, right when Andres transferred to his new school. Andres obviously didn't know how to speak the language, but thankfully Namjoon's Korean, so he was more so of a guide to the young boy about his new living area.

Fifteen years later, he's still a loyal fucker to his boss.

Emotionless, Andres flickers his eyes back to the invitation, scowling, "As if. Bastard is lucky enough to have found me."

"Do you think your mother gave him your contact information before his passing?"

"Wouldn't be surprised. She's might've run for the hills away from that psycho at firrst, but she still stayed in contact with Jungkook," Andres pulls out his lighter from his drawer of the desk, lighting it up, "Guess the dick was hard to forget."

The corner of the invitation is now burning, illuminating the to Andres's monotone deadly stare, snarling to his name underneath the flames. The only memories he has of that sadist man of a father is similar to the ones when he would punish him for eating his brother's cookies from his jar by smacking him with a belt to his bare back. Andres sure did get punished by him a lot, just for the bare minimum of things. He could be reading a book and complain that he didn't like it before his father would come and shove the book to his face, forcing him to read everything out loud to him.

Jungkook was his favorite child, Andres knows he was.

The kid never did anything wrong. Behaved well with other kids, always brought these shitty looking drawings from art class as a gift to their parents, has a gentler voice and had good grades. Andres on the other hand perhaps was more of a rebel child, and he blames his father's ass beatings as a fault - along with always being neglected as he focused on his Primadonna child.

So that's why he wasn't so upset when his mother dragged him across the globe, away from him. She got fed up. Even though ideally, she wanted to bring both of her kids, but of course the psycho found a way to keep Jungkook - not like Andres gives a shit, he already has some vendetta again his so-called twin and shit of a father, so he pretty much has lost care on the topic.

But one thing for sure is that he'll need to speak to his damn mother about this bullshit.

Like hell is Andres going back to that same hell hole he escaped from.

"Well, on a different note sir," Namjoon interjects as Andres throws the stupid burning invitation on the ashtray beside his desk, "Yudoghan Pa have made a move to our headquarters in Valencia-"

"A la mierda - is it Jimin again?"

Namjoon flinches to Andres's murderous tone, keeping himself still, "Um, yes sir. He left ten of our men decapitated and stole fifty packs of our 20 kilos of our coca."

Park fucking Jimin.

Masochistic fucker since the day Andres met him three years back - when Las Sombras Empire was not as big as it is now - and back then they were actually allies. Yudoghan Pa is one of the big talk empires in the globe. Large praises when it comes to connections around multiple countries, makes sure anything is shipped off easily and without any types of issues circulating in the way. Since he has lots of contacts, easy to meet more people to make deals. With Park Jimin it was a tough aim to attempt, since he's practically royalty, but when the man took a trip to Madrid for a Gala, Andres took the opportunity to score a deal.

From a glance, Jimin appears like a man with a smooth sensual touch. Manly yet feminine. Soft when he smiles but deadly when it fades. That alone makes him unpredictable to whatever action he may pull off the next second. His voice is even soft, tender even, just like the eldest wine in a cellar. When Andres first met him, the red suit he was wearing even made him look elegant yet powerful, especially with his smooth silver hair brushed away from his sharp features.

Man is gorgeous, that's a fact.

Unlike how he looks though, Jimin's a guy with zero tolerance for bullshit. Andres heard stories from others in the Gala how Jimin deals with traitors or those who bore his entertainment - as in those who delay or don't keep their end of their deal. He's a maniac, a smooth snake with sharp fangs. He throws a venom that's both pleasing and suffocating, and that all depends on who's to the end of either side of him.

So, Andres had to make a good first impression, which was something not so hard to do.

He's a romantic after all.

They sealed the deal with a good fuck in some random hotel room that night.

Things were fine at first. They had a good solid partnership, business was running smooth, and Andres's empire was in the rise due to the connections.

Up until last year that Jimin got a little possessive. He's a territorial pain in the ass, so when he found out that Andres scored a shipment deal with a yakuza in Japan, he was not entertained.

Especially since this yakuza has messed with Yudoghan Pa in the past due to some stealing scandal.

So here they are, playing this cat and mouse game since then. Andres has tried, really tried, to calm down waters with him but this fucker would not give in and would make sure that Andres's life is a living hell.

Just for his own pleasure.

Andres runs a hand through his short raven hair, shooting up to his feet, "Tell Rosalía that I'll be there to check the damages. If Jimin sent an attack, he must be around the area."

"If that's the case sir, I believe you being away from the country would do you well," Namjoon suggest, following his boss out of the office, "I know you did not like your father, but right now being away is the safest option until Mr. Park leaves."

This provoked a laugh from Andres, adjusting his blazer smoothly, "You're hilarious if you think I'm intimidated by Park Jimin-"

"It's not that sir, it's more so for the sake of your safety," Namjoon says quickly, both hands to his back respectfully, "Your mother would be displeased if something were to happen to you."

"The same person who probably gave my address away to my abusive father, of course," Andres ventures, entering in elevator, "Besides, I have meetings filled this entire week, so I can't make it."

Namjoon clearly was not pleased by this, but he knew better than to continue speaking on these issues, so he drops it and enters after his boss, pressing on the button to go down to the main floor.

Just as Andres's phone began to ring.

The number is unknown, which is not rare the occasions Andres gets these numbers because he usually doesn't save contact information.

So he answers, "Digame-"

A soft chuckle stops him in mid-sentence, freezing him on his spot.

"Hi baby, did you get my present?"

The familiar Korean words oozes from the other line, tensing up Andres's shoulders while he casts a glance to Namjoon - who definitely heard it too.

"Definitely loved the attack on my shipment headquarters. Didn't know you were coming to visit, would've invited you out for dinner."

"Oh it's never too late for that," Jimin's soft purr reaches Andres's ears, sending shivers down his spine, "But I'm not done with my welcoming gift to you yet."

And suddenly the elevator stops, just as it was a floor away from the main one, following by the lights flickering off.

Andres didn't twitch a muscle, if anything he grinds his teeth with a murderous glare to the darkness. It's as though Jimin senses this because he giggles again, maybe even squeals.

"We'll definitely have a lot of fun on my stay here, Raven."

The other line ends, leaving Andres to grip the phone with a death squeeze as he eases it away from his ear - still glaring into the darkness.

"Book my flight to Korea," Andres growls through his words, "I'm not dealing with Jimin's shit while he's here."

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A/N:

So as we can see, this story is not being published anytime soon since I still have a lot of stories to focus on to finish, but I really wanted to show you guys what I had so far so! I hope you'll enjoy it when it's finally released!

I PURPLE YOU! <33