"There was a good news that,
It was a bad news."

09/03/21

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Please ignore the mistakes.
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Third person POV

When people said Jungkook was heartless, they weren't wrong, if you aren't counted as the mafia's family then it was better to stay away from him.

He didn't care if the 6 year old boy was innocent but he would die if he belonged to Taehyung.

The mafia continued staring at the boy as he was pulled out from his heartless thinking when the kid innocently offered him his ice cream. 

"Do you want it, buddy ?" The kid asked, wide eyes looking at him, slight fear of sharing his Ice cream filling his orbs which disappeared when the mafia shook his head.

"Then why are you staring at my ice cream, it's a bad habit! My appa told me." The kid uttered proudly, shoving the spoon in his mouth.

"Doesn't your appa talk a lot ?" The mafia uttered annoyed but he frowned when the boy looked at him horrified.

"What happened ?" He asked, noticing the fearful expressions and glossy eyes.

"Pl-please do-don't punish my a-appa." Jaehyun requested, making Jungkook frown more.

"And why would I do that ?"

"M-my father always punished my appa when he speaks in between o-or w-without his permission." The kid uttered, hands shaking from the anxiety which the other noticed, holding those small hands in his big ones. 

"I am not your father champ. I will not do that, yeah ?" Jungkook softly assured that kid, anger rising in his chest, he was almost weird-ed out by the unknown bastard.

But the boy's talks made him confused. If Taehyung was Jaehyun's appa then how did the blonde look so fine and healthy and if Jaehyun's appa someone else then how did his words feel so similar.

They both finished their ice creams, the mafia paid the bill as they both sat in the car, Jungkook tieing the boy's seat belt when his phone rang.

The elder male squinted his eyes at the caller ID, picking up the phone, he answered.

"Jeon spea–

"Sir please come fast. The boy you brought here is behaving weird!" A panicked voice was heard, the male frowned, he opened his mouth to say something but his face flushed with horror when his ears got filled with a scream of the familiar blonde.

The raven haired started the car as he drove with high speed, the kid beside him equally scared and excited from the racing car.

The mafia dropped the kid at the mansion, handing him to a guard who took Jaehyun inside, Jungkook sat back as he drove off to his penthouse, worrying and panicking in his heart.

The male reached his penthouse, tossing the car keys to his guard, not caring where they landed as he took hurried steps toward the room where he had kept the blonde.

The nearer he got the more clear and loud those screams got, the male barged in the room, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him, heart clenching for some reasons.

There sat the blonde, his small figure curled into a ball, back pressed against the headboard, arms wrapped around his knees in order to comfort his raging heart, his body anxiously rocking back and forth.

A 19 year old boy sat beside the blonde, Tring to shush the elder who seemed to flinch away from even the softest of his touch.

"Yeonjun." The mafia called out the younger boy, who looked at him, bowing down, eyes apologetically looking down.

The mafia signed him to leave, the boy leaving both the Male's alone.

The raven haired male continued staring at the shivering figure, alarmingly taking slow steps toward Taehyung, who had wrapped the blankets around himself protectively. 

"Taehyung.." The mafia called out, keeping his voice as soft as he could but was startled when the blonde flinched back, eyes shut tight, tears rolling down from his bread cheeks. 

"Pl-please d-don't touch me, I-i am sorry." The mere whisper made Jungkook shocked, with slight guilt hitting his heart.

Old memories of his husband harassing him were crossing the blonde's mind, filling it up with negative thoughts. Jungkook had left Taehyung shirtless and the incident with those two guards had triggered those memories of getting harassed. 

"Tae.." He called him again, placing his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, the younger male shrinking his body more and more.

"Pl-please, I am sorry! I-i am sorry! I-i will never do it again, I-i will never repeat my mistake again please–" Taehyung cried out from fear, the male in front of him did what he thought was the best as he captured the blonde in a tight hug.

Taehyung threw his hands on him trying to get away from the grip of Jungkook but he didn't let go and soon the blonde calmed down, the shivering dieing from the warmth of Jungkook's embrace which Taehyung experienced after years.

After being still for some mere seconds, the mafia broke the hug, looking down at the blonde, his eyes red, cheeks dusted pink with tears stained, the blonde lightly sniffing adorably. 

Jungkook and Taehyung's eyes met, both staring in each other's eyes, the mafia shaking his thoughts away, pushing the blonde back.

He stood up, walked toward the closest, taking out a shirt, he walked back and threw it on the younger male who flinched slightly.

The blonde looked at the mafia, his expressions stern like the worry from mere seconds before had flown in the thin air.

The mafia wanted to hug the blonde, he wanted to comfort him, he wanted to ask the reason for his panic but the male refused to let his ego down.

The blonde wore the shirt slowly, staring down at the bedsheets he covered his naked upper half, now clenching the duvets on his tiny palms. The raven haired male standing there with his arms crossed on his chest, veins flexing from under his shirt's sleeves.

"Care to explain, What the hell happened to you ?" Jungkook asked in a harsh tone as the blonde looked up at him. 

"T-the g-guards, I-I was shirt– shirtless." Taehyung stammered, the incident inked on his mind.

He watched the mafia sighed as the latter walked toward him which made Taehyung panic.

"They didn't do anything and Yeonjun has dressed your wounds, that's why you are shirtless." He uttered, partially lying about the dressing of the wounds.

Taehyung sighed in relief when those words left the mafia's lips, he was glad that nothing happened and Jungkook stopped his guards at time.

But his calm breathing and heart beats didn't last for long, when the mafia leaned toward him, his hands still crossed and eyes narrowed, the action making Taehyung backed away.

"Don't think that I stopped the guards, you fainted, that's why they stopped." The deep and cold voice gave shivers down Taehyung's spine whose eyes glistened with tears.

The mafia backed away, standing straight as Taehyung let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. The younger me blinked away his tears, knowing really well he deserved those harsh gestures and hateful words.

"Freshen up! I have brought something for you." The man uttered,eating the room as he missed the single tear that escaped the blonde's eyes.

The male wiped his tears, walking toward the closest, picking a fresh pair of clothes before he disappeared to the bathroom.

Taehyung came to the living room of Jungkook's penthouse, led by a guard. The mafia alwared sitting there, orbs fixed at his figure.

The elder male tilted his head toward the couch as the blonde sat with utter hesitation, eyes filled with fear.

He watched the male placing a box in front of him, the blonde frowning when noticed the similar logo of the ice-cream parlour.

"I-ice-cream ?" He whispered confusingly as the mafia asked him to open the box, the calm behaviour of Jungkook scared the blonde more than his angry mood.

Poking his tongue out as he wet his dried lips, biting the cherry flesh, he hesitantly opened the ice cream tub.

But Taehyung frowned in disgust, pinching the bridge of his nose when recognised the flavour of the Ice-cream. Mint choco chips.

"Eat." 

"Huh ?" Taehyung gave him a confused look.

"I said eat this." Jungkook repeated himself, and Taehyung started between him and the ice cream tub with bewildered expressions. 

"Jungkook , I can't you know tha–" The blonde started but stopped when Jungkook's deep voice filled his ears.

"I am not asking you. I am ordering you to eat this and finish it." The mafia uttered, his tome blank as the blonde squinted his eyes.

"And who are you to order me ?" The younger male uttered, voice raised and angry which made the raven haired male chuckled amused.

"Feisty ?" The man smiled mockingly, as he tilted his head toward the doors;

"Sumo, Ray!" The mafia called out loudly, Taehyung's eyes widening from the similar name, his heart beat increasing, unconsciously shifting back, he panicked.

The both guard stood in front on their boss, bowing at him,

"Last time you both couldn't have your fun, let's do it no–" before the mafia could speak more, Taehyung screamed.

"No, please!" Taehyung pleaded, the raven haired male diverting his attention to the sweating blonde.

"Someone was behaving feistily just a minute before ?" The mafia smirked, making Taehyung gulp as he realised his position in front of the other male, helpless.

"I-I am sorry, I will n-not repeat it, pl-plesse." Taehyung stammered, his voice cracking in the end.

The mafia felt a little, only a little guilty after seeing the blonde's panic state before he brushed off his thoughts, stern expressions replacing his features.

The male nodded his head, refusing to look at Taehyung, both the guards returning to their place.

Taehyung picked the ice cream tub hesitantly, taking a scoop of the ice-cream in his mouth and it took everything for him to not throw up with the disgusting taste.

After which felt like eternity for him, he was able to finish the top of the ice-cream, nose tip brushed red and cheeks tainted pink from the coldness.

But the blonde missed the soft upward tuck of the mafia's lips, eyes warmly looking at him, lips wanting to escape coo-s at the adorable nose scrunch.

The younger me placed the tub down, looking at the mafia, proud filling his orbs and Jungkook struggled to not let out a laugh when he saw Taehyung suprasing the need to poke his tongue out at him.

The male coughed awkwardly, replacing his warm expressions with the cold one as he stood up to left but was stopped when the blonde spoke in his honey-like voice.

"J-Jungkook, please let me go." 

The words made the mafia angry, turning around he glared at the blonde who stared at him with wide puppy eyes.

"What did you say ?" 

"Pl-please let me go. You can't capture me like this!" Taehyung said, gathering some of the confidence. 

"I can do whatever I want Taehyung!" The mafia said, his voice raising, hands clenched by his side.

"No! You can't! I am not your slave or something! If– if you don't let me go, I– I will tell the cops!" He screamed back making the raven haired male laugh out loud, crushing his so-called confidence. 

The mafia sat down on the luxurious couch, putting his left leg over his right as be tossed his phone toward the blonde carelessly. 

Taehyung looked confused, hands gripping around Jungkook's phone who looked rather calm.

"Call whoever you want darling, let's see who will help you ?" 

Taehyung knew that no one would help him, he knew that Jungkook had all the control from cops to businessmen and even politicians.

His eyes brimmed with new tears, he wasn't worried for himself but he was scared for his 6 year old son, the boy away from his embrace, Taehyung didn't know if he had eaten or not, how was he, where he was ?

The male didn't know how to escape Jungkook nor did he know where to find his chubby boy. He didn't want to tell the mafia about his past relationship.

What if the mafia made fun or what if hurt him more and worse, what if the mafia hands him to his ex-husband or might kill his son.

Those thoughts were enough for Taehyung's figure to shiver, tears heavily slipping down his eyes.

But the blonde was pulled out from his thoughts, when the raven haired male spoke, voice deep and cold giving his spine chills.

"Darling, do you want to hear some good news ?" The elder male asked;

The blonde gulped down the lump that formed in his throat, Jungkook's head tilted toward him, eyes holding the glint of mischief, lips casted in a smirk that terrified Taehyung. 

"Baby you know I hate when someone doesn't respond to me ?" The elder male clenched his jaw as he captured Taehyung's wrist in his hand, pulling the blonde down making him land on his knees.

A yelp escaped Taehyung's lips, followed with a hiss from the sting he felt in his knees, wrist captured by the mafia.

The blonde looked up at Jungkook, the mafia sitting on the couch, legs wide open, his left hand's wrist caught in a bruising grip, wide puppy eyes staring at the now dark eyes of the raven.

The mafia leaned forward, smirk never fading, the action causing Taehyung to shit his eyes tight from fear.

"I-i am sorry–Ah!" He started but hissed again when the grip on the wrist tightened, making his tears slip down his cheeks.

"No! No baby! Don't even say that, it doesn't suit you!" The mafia threatened, making Taehyung nod his head furiously, tears still slipping from the pain.

"Good!" The raven haired male uttered, loosening his grip on the now red wrist but didn't let go.

"So, darling the news is that–" The male started leaning toward the blonde, his breath fanning on his earlobe, making the blonde's breath stuck in his throat, goosebumps rising on his body from fear.

But his breath was knocked out from his lungs, furious, more and more tears left his almond eyes. Heart stilled and skin clawed. Blood ran cold, unconsciously shaking his head, the blonde sobbed, he was terrified, petrified. 

"I have found your son."
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2667 words.

This is chapter (7).

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Sorry for the boring chapters guys. They are going to be good soon I promise, please bear with them till then, please! :")

I hope the pace is fine and I swear my fingers are numbed, I edited this in 2 hours!  ㅜㅜ
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