"Have you ever been through storm?
The storm you felt in your heart.."

15/04/21
Rewritten : 14/05/22

More than 4000 words. :)

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Third person POV

The mafia was sitting against the headboard, his bambi eyes fixed at the blonde figure sleeping and snoring peacefully, his bumbum resting on the floor and head by the edge of the bed.

The dim sunlight that peeked in between the curtains, falling on his cheeks and giving a radiating shine to his skin.

The mafia had woken up, immediately getting hit with the worst pain in his head, he didn't know how many bottles of the burning liquid he had gulped down his throat but the headache never left him.

Last night incidents cleared in his mind, the bar, coming to the mansion, him burning Taehyung's fingers in the hot coffee.

The raven was startled by his own actions as he had hurriedly jumped to check the blonde's hand and had breathed in relief when didn't find any burn spot or something but only Taehyung's fingers red.

The mafia remembered the talk he had with the blonde, he remembered breaking down and Taehyung doing the same.

The man still could hear Taehyung's apologies and emotional breakdown but what made the raven haired male stop breathing was the sight of Taehyung curing into a ball and him undoing his belt.

Jungkook's eyes had roamed furiously in the whole room abs his breath hitched when found the belt on the floor near his bed, where Taehyung was– what the fuck I did with him!

He screamed and forced his mind to remember what happened after that, did he– did he hit Taehyung with the belt– no no no!

The male panicked, his eyes roaming on the blonde's figure. He could see faint bruises on the younger's arms or on his stomach and waist from behind his shirt– the mafia knew they weren't caused by the belt. 

But still he was scared– scared of himself!

The male's attention was caught by the whimper that left Taehyung's mouth when he shifted in his sleep– he must be sore from sleeping in this weird position.

Taehyung blinked his eyes open, munching on empty mouth and letting out a wide yawn like a toddler.

But he flinched when his eyes met with the mafia's, the sudden action causing him to fall back on his back, letting out a broken cry because of the pain he felt.

His back must be hitting from the last night hit with the wall– the mafia remembered pushing the blonde harshly which led him to collide with the wall.

The mafia wanted to help, leaning toward Taehyung as of instinct but halted his steps, replacing his expressions with a fake hard facade.

"Stand up and get me a coffee!" The mafia uttered, deep and husky morning voice giving shivers to Taehyung who looked wide eyed at him.

The male nodded his head, trying to stand up but the pain in his back and the soreness in his body didn't help making himself again curled into a ball.

A wave of fear rose in the blonde's chest when the consequences of disobeying the mafia crossed his mind.

He again tried, biting on his lower lip and whimpering in pain, the male managed to sit up on his bumbum, fearfully looking upward at the mafia, gulping when saw Jungkook clenching his jaw and fist in anger.

The mafia was indeed clenching his jaw and fist but not because he was mad at Taehyung but to control himself from embracing the hurting boy in his arms.

The blonde held the edge of the bed trying to stand up on his feet, but again the pain and the weakness from not eating anything from the past more than 48 hours made him fall on his bum again– now his bum-bum hurting too.

But he flinched when the raven threw the duvets to his side and got up on his feet, walking toward his small figure.

Fear rose in Taehyung's chest as he felt his body shivering from the upcoming action of Jungkook, the blonde crawled back on his bum, fearfully glancing up when the mafia stood up in front of him.

"I-i am sorry, I-i am t-trying, please wait a minute.." The blonde stuttered, trying to get up but a painful scream left his mouth when Jungkook harshly grabbed his arm and pulled him up on his feet.

A sob escaped Taehyung's mouth from the pain he felt in his body, especially in his shoulder from the sudden action, tears making their way down.

The mafia got startled from the blonde's scream, his heart sank in guilt when heard the sob that left Taehyung's lips, his veiny tattooed arms immediately wrapped themselves on the tiny waist of the younger when the latter's knees gave up from the pain and he fell forward toward Jungkook.

A moment of silence captured both of the men, their heart beating no more steady with the breath, the mafia gave time to the blonde to shush down his sobs as he looked with teary puppy eyes.

Taehyung flinched and backed away from Jungkook, now staring at the ground, biting on his lower lip from the pain.

"Is it hurt–" The mafia started but the low whisper wasn't heard by Taehyung even when he was just steps away, as he cut him in between his words.

"I-i will get the coffee." The younger stutter as he turned around his feet and took baby steps from the pain, leaving the mafia with guilt filled eyes. 

But the blonde halted, his heart picking up the beats again when his ears got filled with Jungkook's voice, turning around he stared at the mafia's bewildered face.

"D-did I– I-i mean, i-if I hur– no I-i–" The male stuttered, eyes staring anywhere but Taehyung as the younger grew confused but he understood when saw the raven glancing at the leather belt on the floor.

A smile tried to occur on Taehyung's lips which he stopped, shaking his head lightly before uttering in the softest voice, "N-no, you didn't Jungkook." 

Jungkook stopped his ramblings looking at the male in front of him who immediately left from there and the male felt himself breathing in peace. 

The blonde finally let the smile overtook his lips, heart skipping beats, "He cares." 
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The blonde washed himself up, having a warm shower which helped in relaxing his sore muscles and made his tiredness vanished.

The blonde dressed himself up in beige colour cigarette pants and a loose white shirt, tugging in and exposing his collarbone.

He made his way toward the kitchen, only to find a boy already playing with the ingredients. 

Taehyung went close, standing close to the other, smiling as he whispered a "Hello" in the boy's ear. The action caused the boy to flinch, spilling the better he was mixing, causing the other to flinch too.

The younger boy turned around, his eyes widening as he hastily bowed to Taehyung in respect, casting his eyes down.

"I am sorry, I didn't notice you." 

"It's okay, I am sorry for startling you." The blonde apologised, smiling softly at the other who mirrored his actions.

"I am Taehyung." 

"I know you, sir. I am Yeonjun." The boy uttered, Taehyung frowning but shrugging his shoulders, now helping Yeonjun, the pink hairs making him giggle.

"Why are you here?"

"Huh–"

"I mean you seem pretty Young, so at the mafia boss house?" Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows playfully, Yeonjun smiled.

"My mom used to work here but after her death, I struggled to pay my fees so sir Yoongi paid those for me but sir Jeon objected to not getting me treated as free that's why I joined as a chef and caretaker in sir's absence." The boy uttered, Taehyung scrunching his nose adorably, leaning back on the kitchen counter.

"Jeon is minnie.." The blonde whispered, making Yeonjun gasped, his eyes widening for a second.

"C-calling sir Jeon minnie, only one person can dare–"

"And that's Taehyung, Jeo– K-kim Taehyung!" The male proudly announced, his cheeks blushing red as both the male giggled.

"He isn't minnie, I didn't have a house to live in or even food to eat that's why sir Jeon took me in and honestly I do nothing except making breakfast and even that was only on weekends." 

"Oh! Whatever!" The blonde waved his hand at the younger who chuckled, going back to his work, Taehyung looking around the kitchen.

Silence engulfed the kitchen, Yeonjun chopping some veggies and fruits as the blonde tapped his feet on the floor, picking on his nails and examining them with wide puppy eyes.

The boy smiled, nudging the other who looked at him confused when he was handed a phone, the blonde looking confused.

"Sir Yoongi gave me the phone, he said you might want to talk to him so…" The boy trailed off, a wide boxy grin appearing on Taehyung's face as he thanked Yeonjun, shifting toward the kitchen corner, his mind repeating only one name– Jaehyun, My baby..

But Taehyung's eyes lost their colour as soon as they got filled with them, the thought of not being able to meet his child was enough to clench his heart tight.

But knowing that it was only for Jaehyun's good, the blonde nodded his head, encouraging his own self, maybe he would again meet his boy, maybe.

The male glanced back at the younger worker, taking a deep breath he dialled Yoongi's number, the call picked up after a few rings, a breath passing his mouth.

Taehyung's heart beating rapidly inside his chest for an unknown reason, the male opened his mouth to say something but he sucked in a breath when his ears got filled with the sweetest voice of his baby.

"Hello?" Jaehyun's voice filled Taehyung's ears, who felt his almond eyes get teary as he kept his mouth shut. 

"Hello? Who?" The blonde smiled through his tears, he could imagine his baby's small fingers wrapped around the gadget and those pouty lips of his cupcake.

"Hell–" The kid was cut in between when the phone was taken away by Yoongi who playfully galred at the 6 year old, who returned a sheepish smile, running away from there.

"Hello?"

"Y-yoongi Hyung.." Hearing the cracked voice, the elder Male's eyes widened as he tightly clenched on the metal gadget.

"Taehyung– are you alright? Did that asshole hurt you? You are fine, right!" He panicked, soft giggles making its way up from Taehyung's throat.

"Yes, hyung I am alright and no my asshole didn't hurt–!" The blonde uttered, cheeks painting red before he realised how wrong his words sound, "I-i mean, n-no Jungkook didn't hurt me!"

A laugh escaped Yoongi's mouth, feeling relieved for the other, the worry in his eyes vanishing slightly.

"Thank you hyung!" Taehyung thanked his hyung, who smiled softly, nodding his head even when the younger couldn't see him.

"Hyung, How's Jaehyun doing?" The blonde uttered, throat tightening at the thought of his baby and how cruelty he had shown by leaving his 6 year old baby alone, even when he promised not to.

"He is doing fine, Tae. He missed you! The things you wrote broke his heart, he cried a lot but now looks happy. You shouldn't have done it!" The male uttered, voice reaching to the blonde through the phone whose eyes glistened. 

"I-i know hyung, but I didn't have any choice, I am sorry." Taehyung cried out, tears slipping down his cheeks as he bit down on his lips to prevent himself from sobbing.

A sigh escaped the elder's mouth, he opened his mouth to speak but was cut off when an excited and panicked voice called for him.

"Yah! Pale uncle! Save me!" 

The voice even reached Taehyung's ears who smiled through his tears at the name, "Hyung, can you please leave the phone on speaker, I-i will hang up myself." 

The one requested, hearing a faint 'okay'' as Yoongi put his own phone on speaker, leaving it down on the table, his heart clenching with sadness for the father and the son duo.

"Yah pale uncle save me from this broccoli!" The kid yelled at the elder, running away from Jimin who was behind him, the fork in his hand, stuck in the green veggie.

"Don't call me that! I am not pale!" He yelled back, glancing down at his skin and pulling down his sleeves– nevermind I am just pale.

"Jiminie, tell him to not call me that, it's bad!" The elder male whined, nearly stomping his legs on the floor as both the other adorable humans blinked at him– Oh no! Not again!

Yoongi closed his eyes, he knew what was coming next, it was casual for him now, first getting involved by either Jimin or Jaehyun in their fight and at the end getting insulted after they both would team up.

"Baby, don't call him pale, he's a cat, go with 'meow', okay?" Jimin uttered, his eyes forming crescent as he smiled, puffy cheeks puffed adorably. 

"But Jimine, cat's are cute but he isn't– heis pale like a ghost and even lazy." The kid scrunched his nose, making Jimin remember his best friend. 

"I am not telling you, do no call me–"

"Oh baby, he was originally pale, you know once he fell down in the tub of flour and became lik–" The elder male was brutally ignored by his husband who continued reciting stories to the kid that never happ– okay only once happened. 

But both of their eyes widened when they saw the elder marching toward them, giggles passing their lips as both the babies ran for their life.

Taehyung felt his heart would explode with happiness, his ears getting filled with giggles and laughs that belonged to his child, the man grateful of both Yoongi and Jimin. 

But his calm heart jumped and reached his throat, flinching and gulping as he heard the loud, cold and angry voice behind him. "What the fuck you are doing?" 

The blonde hurriedly pressed the red button, turning around, he refused to look up at the mafia who shot daggers in his soul, the blonde's hands tightly clenching the phone behind his back. 

The mafia was dressed in the black button up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbow, displaying his veiny arms and hot tattoos, the black pants hugging his thighs and polished shoes scareming money. 

Raven hairs styled, tucked in a sexy man bun and the exposed forehead and glaring eyes making his aura more dangerous than it was.

The blonde abused his bottom lip, his heart beating rapidly as he felt a hand trying to snatch the phone behind his back, he peeked at his side only to find Yeonjun beside him, looking down.

The young boy had seen the mafia coming but before he could warn the other, Jungkook was already in the kitchen, the mafia feeling his blood boil after seeing Taehyung doing nothing but standing in the corner.

The blonde lost his hold on the gadget as it was swiftly taken into Yeonjun's hand who pushed it down in his jeans pocket, feeling proud to miss Jungkook's eyes and at least learn something useful from the guards in the mansion.

The male clenched his fist at no response from Taehyung, roaming his eyes behind the kitchen counter of the younger, he smirked.

"I told you to make a coffee, so where is it? Hmm." Taehyung's almond eyes widened, he gulped again– fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How can I forget! Stupid! Stupid Taehyung! 

The male internally screamed and cried, how could he? He remembered how last time it was the coffee that got him into trouble and now again! Taehyung swore he hated coffee more than anything in the world.

"I-i– C-coffe– I-it– I-it.." Taehyung stuttered, already feeling tears burning his eyes, he bit on his bottom lip, the mafia frowning at the concheret words. 

"I-its here sir, c-coffee." The blonde flinched, looked at his side to see Yeonjun holding a cup of coffee, Taehyung screaming "thank u-s" from his eyes.

"Hyu– Sir Taehyung made t-this but left it there a-as it was, it was too h-hot, yeah hot." The boy tried to lie, visibly shaking from Jungkook's hard gaze that was fixed on him now.

The mafia frowned at both of them as he took the cup, a breath passing from both the younger male lips but their heart raced when Jungkook took a sip and they both swore their heart popped out from their chest when the cup crashed against the floor.

Hot coffee spilled out from the impact, some dropping on Yeonjun's hand who hissed, the mafia's hand curling around the boy's collar and he was slammed against the kitchen counter as the other yelped in fear and stepped back.

"What do you think of you, kid? Aren't you getting too smart, you would offer me the coffee and I wouldn't be able to differentiate if it's Taehyung's made or not!" 

The mafia yelled, getting both Taehyung and Yeonjun flinched as the latter refused to look up at his boss, shivering from fear.

"You know really well what I could do, no Yeonjun? And when my boy us getting so smart then dropping you from college and getting you on the field from today wouldn't hurt?" The Raven uttered, voice filling with dominance as the younger looked up at him, shaking his head, warm tears already spilling out of his eyes.

"Why? Why are cr–

"Please.." Jungkook's cold voice was cut off by the small pleading that filled their ears, the blonde holding onto his arm, both tightly and fearfully. 

"Please d-don't do anything like this, Jungkook, I-i asked him to do-it for me, m-my fault, please l-let him go.." Taehyung begged, his eyes teary and red, Yeonjun trying to say something but was pushed aside by the mafia who glared at the other.

"I-i an sorry." Taehyung stuttered, feeling his heart beating rapidly and body shivering as he stepped back when the mafia started stepping toward him.

But he gasped in horror when felt unable to move because of the kitchen counter, the mafia standing in front of him mere inches away.

Jungkook leaned toward the younger who looked down, not able to meet his eyes, the mafia's veiny arm wrapped around the blonde's tiny waist who flinched visibly. 

"Look at me." Jungkook uttered more whispered, he didn't like it, he didn't like the shivering of Taehyung's body against his.

He didn't like those flinching of the blonde, he didn't like the younger's almond eyes filled with fear– he just didn't. 

He didn't like the Taehyung who would step back from him in fear but he wanted the Taehyung who would stand proud even in front of him, looking straight into his eyes.

The mafia saw the blonde talking to someone on the phone which made his blood boil. Who was Taehyung talking to– his Ex husband? 

The mafia saw how Yeonjun took the phone away from Taehyung and shoved it inside his pocket– the boy needs more training.

There's someone betraying the mafia behind his back– there's someone who handed the phone to the blonde and it made Jungkook's blood boil.

And Jungkook knew he would deal with it later as now his orbs were fixed at the cowering boy in front of him, the mafia's thumb softly brushing against Taehyung's waist in order to stop those shivering but they didn't. 

"Look at me, Taehyung." The male whispered again, the other refused to even make a move as Jungkook sighed, he raised his hand to cup the other's chin but was startled himself when a yelp passed Taehyung's lips.

The blonde's hands reached to his head, shielding himself protectively as he thought Jungkook was going to hit him, Taehyung's body shook in fear and his eyes poured tears.

Taehyung was sure that even if he hid his face, the mafia would tuck on his blonde locks painfully hard but nitin happened. 

And when he pulled down his hands, his heart broke, the tears now spilled more furiously when noticed the tiny and the tiniest tear shining in Jungkook's eyes who looked at him with soft eyes.

Taehyung remembered what happened in the room last night, the blonde had made up his mind that Jungkook wouldn't hurt him, he had made up his mind that he would no longer get scared of the other.

After seeing the raven fighting his own self to not hurt him, Taehyung was relieved but he just couldn't help himself, the shivering, the fear filled eyes, the flinching and stepping back was the result of the constant 4 year of abuse by his ex-husband. 

Before meeting that man Taehyung was never hit by someone, his parents left him alone early but still he wasn't abused and after meeting with Jungkook, he had became more confident, the raven never raised his hand at him during their relationship but after Taehyung married his husband, he was abused, broken daily like a doll.

Four years of abuse made him so fearful of even small actions, after divorce the blonde was improving but the kidnapping and the hits he got by Jungkook earlier not only made him remember his horrible past but also made him fearful again.

The blonde wanted to say something or anything but he was shut as the mafia dashed out of there, the almond's eyes fixed at his retreating back. 
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The mafia's head was buried in between the papers that were scattered on his office table, his fingers curled against the ink pen as he aggressively worked on those sheets of billion dollars.

A soft knock echoed as the mafia let out a small "come in", a girl dressed in formal clothes stepping in, her heels clashing against the floor with expressions soft.

"Sir, there's a short meeting of yours in the next 15 minutes." The girl uttered, her voice soft and light as the male hummed before he stopped and looked at the girl.

"But there wasn't any meeting scheduled today?" Jungkook frowned, the eyebrow piercing adding to his look, watching the girl gulp.

"I am sorry, sir but the meeting was scheduled by today morning itself, it was an urgent–

"You didn't ask me, did you?" The fierce voice echoed throughout the room and the girl was already yelling at herself for applying to be the CEO's secretary. 

"Sorry sir, but the other party said that they are important person for yo–

"Cancel the meeting! I don't want to meet anyone for now!" The CEO uttered, voice plain and radiating dominance, his secretary nodding his head, ready to leave.

Before something hit Jungkook, making him frown, the mafia looked at the retreating back of the girl.

"Wait!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Whose the other party?" The lady stilled, hurriedly shuffling through her files as she read the name, causing the mafia to freeze in his place.

"They said, they are some, Kim Taehyung's husband, Kim Yugyeom."

The room feel silent as the mafia's hand clenched into fist and eyes glared at the girl, causing her to shift nervously, it was a start of storm– the one heavy storm.
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4100 words, longest chapter.

This is chapter (14).

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Hey guys! Hope you are excited for the next chapter and isn't starting to lose your interest. :")

I hope the chapter was good and sorry for the late updates, i didn't know that studies will be so tough and last year of school will be so hectic. 

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