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Valencia had a mind filled with spirals while she gazed out to the view from the balcony; gentle lip biting, nervous fingers rubbing her arms, feeling the warm sun caressing her tender face to how weightless the world felt like this.

Nice, it felt really nice.

If only there wasn't some insane life threatening situation happening right now, then maybe Valencia would've enjoyed this more.

Right now Valencia's younger sister instinct is telling her to just convince Taehyung to come back home with her, away from this, but in some way everyone is right - He can't escape this now. He has to stay and finish what he has to do because if he runs then he will only end up in bigger problems.

But she hates feeling like this.

Useless.

She wants to take care of her brother, she really does, and she fears that he will only be dragged back to jail after his previous record if something goes wrong, or worse. He just got out after defending the same guy who's the line connected to Taehyung's unsafety now.

It's frustrating.

So frustrating.

And just sitting by and watching is even more frustrating.

She doesn't know what to do.

"You okay?"

Valencia glances her head back, seeing Gikwang standing there by the door with arms crossed and his messy brunette hair brushed forward. It instantly relaxed her to see him there. Even though Valencia didn't know him for long, she somehow felt.... Safe around him?

Nothing bad can happen to her as long as she's around him, and no doubt everyone here feels the same way.

He just has some secure, protective, reliable type of vibes around him. Maybe with a hint of a dark and mysterious vibes too, but definitely holding onto something warm about him.

It's hard to explain.

A small smile forms her lips, just as the man approaches and stands beside her, nodding to him, "Yeah, this is just a lot to take in."

Gikwang slowly nods back, staring out to the view, "It is, wouldn't blame you for freaking out a little."

"How are you calm about this?" Valencia asks, voice now a little low in doubt.

He then glances to her, leaning over the railing now with arms crossed, and he suddenly twitches a small rare smile, "Because it's Jimin, and I know when a situation involves Jimin I have to take the role as the eldest sibling to be strong and collected for him, so he can feed off the same energy. Like a pillar, you know?"

That is true. What good would it do if she's freaking out about her brother's safety? Make him more worried, especially for her safety.

He needs the support right now, more than ever.

Especially from her; His younger sister, to assure him that everything is going to be okay, even when he's scared because best believe he is terrified to what may happen. Taehyung can be heartless when he wants to be, but he has a big heart and that was always his problem.

That's how he gets easily hurt at times, like now.

Now he needs to be strong, and Valencia needs to be that for him.

So with a smile she drily chuckles to herself before she looks back over to the view with a sigh, "Guess I need to bring my big girl pants and fight some bad guys huh?"

This made Gikwang chuckle bacck, "That's not necessary," And he suddenly extends a fist out to her, "I'll handle the fights, and you handle the torture, deal?"

He sure knows how to switch the mood, which is something she definitely needed.

Valencia snickers and met his fist with her own small fist, "Now we're talking," And she looks back to the view ahead of buildings and moving cars, "Who's doing it like us? Some people fight there siblings like hell and we're here..... Trying to make sure the fight doesn't come to them instead."

"Oh trust me, Jimin and I fight like hell too," Gikwang says, ruffling a hand through his hair, "But when the time comes, best believe no one has your back better than your own sibling because if there's anything that infuriates them more it's if something happens to you by someone else and not themselves."

Ha, ain't that right.

Valencia use to get into fights with Taehyung too while growing up, but if it came down to someone messing with Taehyung than that's when it got personal. The fights she would have to endure in high school was anything but small, and Taehyung did have to physically drag her away because of how she defended him from girls who thought they were cute to toy with his feelings.

Unfortunately this isn't something Valencia can easily come in and drag some hair down, not without getting shot.

That's what sucks though that Valencia can't even defend him now. He has to do this alone, and she can't just tell the person off and have them listen to her. This is some big deal shit they're in with.

It won't go away so easily, not like how she expects it to.

"Hey, don't get upset," Gikwang says quietly as he sees the frown on her lips now, gently nudging her shoulder with his, "Taehyung will be okay. You just have to trust him that he can look after himself, okay?"

Valencia slowly nods, gulping, "I just don't want him to get hurt."

For a moment Gikwang just stared at her with his own frown to her worry before heavily sighing and wraps an arm over her shoulders, placing a gentle hand to the side of her head and guiding her to his chest with a careful rub over her hair. She let's herself be guided to the soft gesture, closing her eyes for a moment to the comfort being fueled onto her.

"Can't guarantee that won't happen, but you just have to be there when he does, that's all he needs right now - his sister to lean on."

That's right, Taehyung needs his sister.

She needs to be stronger than ever for him.

And trust him that he can handle this.

He can, he's her brother after all.

"Ah shit, did I walk in on some mushy fluff right now?"

Valencia breaks a chuckle to the voice and pulls away from Gikwang's arms, just in time to feel an arm around her neck followed by a face between her and Gikwang's little hug.

Lalisa sure has perfect timings.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself from joining in on the moment," She chirps, her voice so light and comforting that it did make Valencia relax a bit, "So, the threesome for when?"

Huh?!

Evidently Valencia's cheeks gleamed in a feverish blush by the sudden question, meanwhile Gikwang only snorts but doesn't seem so surprised by the comment, "You're ridiculous."

"Me?" Lalisa gasps, bringing them closer to her by the neck, "Kinky bitch yes, but never ridiculous. There's so much tension everywhere, and I can't even kick ass because Koo wants to be a domestic brother and be protective."

"As he should."

"Hey! I can look after myself perfectly fine you know!"

While the two went off bickering for no reason at all, Valencia still stayed standing there blushing with shy eyes glancing to the railing. She's sometimes way to shy when it comes to those commentaries, and it stays in her head for a while before she could finally get over it.

But with Gikwang's arm still around her shoulders and Lalisa's arm around her neck, she just felt like a small turtle cowering under a shell.

What a pleasant time to get all flustered now.

And that sure didn't go unnoticed, but not from the bickering pair.

It was by the set of eyes watching them from the window, slowly grinning to the scene to the irony of it.

Guess everyone is finding their own little comfort through this situation, or some people.

Well, not everyone.

"Minki! Are you even listening to me?"

The twin blinks at Yeosang, trying to register what he said but unfortunately nothing comes to mind, "Sorry wasn't listening."

Yeosang rolls his eyes and leans back on the couch, "Should I text him?"

"Who?"

"Taemin."

"No."

Yeosang pouts that followed by a whine, "But why?"

"Didn't you tell me he has some shit to figure out with Jimin?"

"Yeah but not like I'm going to hit on him. I'll just say some excuse."

"Like what?"

He thinks about it for a moment before suddenly a cute smile flashes his lips, "To tell me where he got his sweater because it looked so cute on him."

Yup, Yeosang is hopeless.

Minki rolls his eyes and leans back to his chair, "Don't text him."

"But Minki-"

"Are you a little bitch?"

"No."

"Then stop acting like one!"

The vulnerable twin whines annoyedly before his eyes suddenly brighten, "Okay I got it-" oh no, "What if I just texting him to ask him the perfume of his sweater? Since it rubbed off on it."

"It smells like literal baby oil," Minki bluntly states, but sighs, "But whatever, do you."

Yeosang hesitates but then his eyes sparkle up once again and this time he just takes his phone out, texting immediately with quick fingers. Once he was done, he practically threw the phone to the coffee table with nervous teeth gnawing his thumb anxiously.

Minki waits for him to tell him what he did, but he never said a word, so he groans and sits up.

"What did you send?"

For a moment Yeosang didn't say anything back but then mutters with eyes still focused on his phone, "That I want dick."

Minki's entire face fell, "DUDE!"

"I'm kidding! I was going to ask from what brand company is his sweater that he wore today but I panicked and deleted it."

Oh thank goodness.

A sigh of relief pasts his lips, "Weren't you going to avoid him because of Jimin?"

"I love Jimin but he's not into him as he wants to make himself believe he," He mutters, still gnawing his thumb, "He wants to like him because Taemin is good for him, but in reality it's just attachment to him rather than have feelings. Now that Taemin's not here anymore, he think he's in love or something, easily mistakable."

Oh wow....

Looks like Yeosang can notice small details quickly as Minki can.

Look at him go.

It was hard to hide the proud smile on Minki's lips, "And here I thought you were hopeless."

"I may be a little odd but I am not stupi - AHHHHHH HE JUST FUCKING TEXTED ME!"

The scream Yeosang let out right now was anything but small, and no doubt it made the three from out the balcony snap their heads inside. Minki even fucking leaped in his seat by the sudden noise, his heart slamming to his rib cage by now as Yeosang looks at the screen of his phone with fucking tears in his eyes.

Never mind, he is hopeless.

"He asked me from what brand company did I get my hoodie I gave to him," Yeosang reads with a dreamy smile on his lips, hiccupping giggles to himself with fists swinging the air in joy.

Minki would be surprised if it wasn't for the obvious chemistry the two have.

Taemin's just in a tight spot to embrace it, but if the time was different then perhaps he would be good match for Yeosang.

Man they're both hopeless.

Minki grimaces and glances at Yeosang typing a storm, "And what are you saying back?"

"From Hollister obviously," And he chuckles once again to himself, "Should I ask him how does he always manage to look pretty?"

"No."

"Yeah you're right, too mushy - SHIT HES RESPONDING BACK FAST HELPP!"

Minki only sighs heavily, staring at his overly excited brother trying to keep his coold.

And for some reason, he doesn't feel as worried as he probably should be.

Instead he just softly smiles.

His silly brother.

From the other side of the phone, Taemin stares at the message Gem responded back to him with, curling himself to the edge of his own couch with a lazy smile on his lips.

He doesn't know why exactly, but he's smiling.

Even if Gem just answered with a plain 'Hollister' back as his answer.

Even though Taemin already knew that.

From there he asked him whatever he managed to pull out of his head, and that was his favorite ice cream flavor. Gem was responding back a bit too dry, which wasn't a surprise, but the fact that he was responding still left little butterflies in Taemin's stomach.

It's a little weird really.

Usually Taemin would always be pro on telling him off, but for some reason here he is finding himself texting him. He just can't pin point it as to why.

Sure, he still has his unsolved feelings for Jimin but Yeosang makes him feel a like he's recovering, healing.

He still doesn't trust him, not really anyone, but he just feels a little strange.

He doesn't know himself, it's complicated.

But he just prefers going to where it feels the most.... Warm.

"Who's Gem?"

Taemin drops the phone from his hands and startles in his seat, snapping his head to the side to see Yeonjun leaning there with glittering with craze in his eyes as he peered to his phone.

A hard glare forces his eyes, "None of your business."

"It's not Jimin right? No you wouldn't name him Gem, it's too basic-"

"Watch your words," And Taemin shoves his face away from his with his hand, "Out!"

"Oh calm down Taemin," Woosung with a grin and makes it out of the kitchen towards them, "Let the kid be curious."

"If he knows what's best for him he would stop being a fucking pest-"

"Wow, he's actually sees the messages quick, keeper."

To Taemin's absolute horror, when he looks to the side his phone is in Yeonjun's hands while the kid grins evilly as he types quickly in giddiness.

Oh no.

Shit!

Taemin immediately goes to yank his phone back but Yeonjun eases it back, grinning at him now so widely it reached his eyes, "Come catch me first!"

"Yeonjun! THIS ISN'T A GAME! GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!"

And so Taemin chased Yeonjun down his apartment while the kid easily escaped him, giggling happily as he dances like a little butterfly around the apartment. Taemin is barking orders and details on how he's going to mutilate his body into pieces, while Woosung calmly sips his coffee on the chair beside the couch while looking at his phone and texting Yoongi. in the kitchen Minho is making dinner for them with headphones on, so he has no idea of the screaming noises that's happening behind him as he effortlessly moves his head.

Finally at one point Taemin manages to catch up to the kid and tackles him, forcing Yeonjun to shriek as he continues to hold the phone away from his reach.

"YEONJUN!"

"I JUST WANT TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS!"

"NOT GEM!"

"BUT HE CAN-"

"I'M SO FUCKING TIRED OF YOU!"

And suddenly everyone froze.

Even Minho turned his head back, perking an ear bud out to the yell he heard from over the music.

Taemin and Yeonjun froze as well to the sudden shout that came from somewhere in the hallway, eyes widen to a slam of a door and suddenly Felix storms out from the hallway with an arm covering his mouth and tears pooling his eyes.

Oh shit.

Woosung looks at him with furrowed eyebrows, putting his phone down, "Felix, you al-"

"Babe wait-"

Ten suddenly runs out, features filled with desperation when he reaches Felix and takes his arm, "Please just let me-"

A loud smack suddenly echoes the living room.

A smack so loud that Yeonjun even jumped a little, the arm holding the phone dropping to his side with unease to the scene.

Felix is fighting back his sobs and Ten's side of his face is burning red, tears in his own eyes as he slowly looks at Felix with lips wobbling.

But Felix was not having it, continuing to push him back by the shoulder, "I don't want to fucking hear it! I'm so sick and tired of this shit with you-"

"You know I would never let someone hurt you-"

"DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN GO OFF KILLING EVERY PERSON WHO BREATHES AROUND ME!" He's screaming now, between his sobs, his face completely red, "Fuck, Ten you just can't be doing that shit-"

"I will if it means you're safe-"

"FOR FUCK SAKES JUST LISTEN TO YOURSELF FOR ONCE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

Woosung shoots to his feet when the two took a very daring step towards each other, both with fists balled to their sides, standing between them and roughly pushes them back by the chest.

"Minho, take Felix away, I'll talk to Ten-"

"Like hell is he going near him-"

But Felix already turned around and walked out the front door, with Minho slowly following after him without looking at Ten's murderous gaze shooting to him. He didn't say anything to him, probably because Woosung was there, but he let's Woosung guide him to one of the rooms so they can chat and calm down.

Now all is left is silence.

Well, not something anyone was expecting to say the least.

Taemin awkwardly looks around before taking the opportunity that Yeonjun was dumbfounded to snatch the phone from his grasp and checks the messages.

And he fucking screams.

"YEONJUN YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

From back at the penthouse, Yeosang stares at his phone with lips gapped and eyes widen for what seemed to be for the past fifteen minutes since the messages was sent but he can't seem to process what's being said on it right now.

Meanwhile Minki is howling in laughter, face completely red, shrieking as he looks at the phone and goes back to laughing, "Is this man on drugs? I'm so dead."

Yeosang couldn't answer back, all he sees is the messages with cheeks blushing red.

Taemin:
I want you to strangle me with your bare hands🥵🥵

Taemin:
And tie me up with the strings of that Hollister hoodie😍

Taemin:
I'm impatient 🥺

Taemin:
I want you to completely destroy me💋 Unless you want me to play around with you😏

Taemin:
I know I'm not a good guy, so let me show you how bad I can be when we're alone😈💦

That was the one that sent Yeosang into his wild.... Imagination.

He needed a moment, you know, to himself.

Recollect himself.

And he was not.

Like at all.

His mind is anything but pure right now. Imagines, scenarios that he has never thought about is running through his head like a fucking spiral to the point that he needed a moment - Okay he doesn't even know what he needs.

He just - fuck, damn he can't think properly.

"Minki," He says lowly, voice kinda cracking, "Can you go to the kitchen and get me an ice pack please."

His brother is left in chuckles, perking an eyebrow, "The fuck are you going to do with an ice pack-"

"JUST BRING ME A DAMN ICE PACK!"

Minki goes back to laughing but stands either way and goes to the kitchen, taking only minutes to return back with an ice pack with a smile desperate to hold in his laugh. Yeosang yanked the ice pack from his hand and places it on his lap, right where his pelvis is.

And Minki busted a lung, "Are you on your period now?"

Yeosang murderously glares at him, but didn't say anything with eyes flickering to his messages once again.

And this time, a small smirk twitching his lips.

Babyboy huh?

Right.

While this chaos happened all around right now, the only tranquility that happened was what laid in the Master bedroom. Three bodies laid there on the king sized bed, side by side, just staring at the ceiling while feeling nothing but this ease of comfort in this silence.

Jimin is to the side, watching with a hand on his abdomen while the other is behind his head, his eyes expressionless while feeling nothing in his soul. Taehyung is in the middle, silent tears streaming down the side of his face but didn't bother brushing it away. Jeongguk is to the other side, both hands behind his head with a frown on his lips.

The three dozing off in their own little world yet still somewhat present, them being together being some sort of grounding method. Earlier when Taehyung came into the room, he was very unstable when it came to his emotions. He was crying and he didn't know exactly why, he kept speaking a trail of words at once that made no sense, it was like he was a ticking bomb ready to explode.

And that's when Jimin gave him a hug, feeling a little awkward doing it but he still did it, and that was what helped Taehyung control his rambles somewhat to only leave himself crying but just silent tears without sobbing. Jeongguk came in moments after and upon entering the scene also joined in on their little hug.

It lasted for a while before they decided to just lay on the bed, and here they were; saying nothing or doing nothing, just staying quiet.

For whenever Taehyung is ready.

No matter how long that took.

Seems like they didn't have to wait so long because Taehyung at one point sighs, wiping his tears away and sits up, making both boys snap their gaze to him. He takes deep breathes for a moment before nodding to himself.

"I.... I'm going to start letting Minho go."

They didn't respond back to this, letting him say what he has to say out. Taehyung takes a few sharp inhales, a wobbly frown playing his lips, "I hate feeling so guilty whenever I'm around him. I know I didn't do anything wrong by the choices I've made, I did what was right at that moment while running with fear. I can't keep hurting myself over a-and over with this regret."

Jeongguk slowly drifts his eyes away from him, looking to the wall with a heavy weight in his chest. He knew Taehyung was right, and he can speak for himself that he is also tried of feeling so guilty for something he thought was right in the moment.

To keep Woosung safe.

And he's the one being hated for doing that.

It's frustrating, it's all so fucking frustrating all the time and he's tried of it too.

Jimin sits up as well, leaning back against the headboard. He can't exactly say he relates to it, since he did go further beyond to destroy Taemin out of anger, and it's something he can't escape from it. But for Taehyung and Jeongguk that's different.

They shouldn't be feeling guilty, not carrying as much as they should.

Not as much as they're pushing onto them.

So Jimin only places a hand to Taehyung's back, rubbing it, "If that's what you believe is the right thing, then do it," He whispers, just as Taehyung runs his hand through his hair in frustration, "You don't need that weight on your shoulders either way, any of you, okay?"

Jeongguk still remains quiet, but he glances at Taehyung when he huffs out a puff of air and lets his head drop back with eyes closed, "I'm going to let him go.... And I will be happy. No more guilt.... No more."

Jimin slowly twitches a smile to this and he brings his hand back, wrapping his arms around his knees with a chin rested against it. Good for Taehyung, he deserves to be happy with himself and to accept what happened without so much pain.

To be his own good Karma.

Yeah, his own Karma.

"I'm proud of you," Jeongguk's soft voice captures their attention, making Taehyung gaze at him, "I think it's time we start to lose the guilt and a move forward. Slowly, yes, but eventually we will get there."

This made Taehyung smile, maybe just a small twitch, but he ends up reaching a hand and grabbing his, interlacing their fingers together, "We will, together," And then he looks at Jimin, grabbing one of his hands and placing it over their interlaced hands, "Okay?"

They're not going to do it alone, but they will just like how they started; together.

No matter how long that will take for them to heal.

Jimin glances at their hands, a longing stare filling his eyes before he looks at their gazes with a soft nod, "Okay."

"We're all in this together-"

Jeongguk groans and removes his hand, pushing a giggling Taehyung back by the chest, "Why did you ruin it?"

"I saw the opportunity and took it."

Even if it was stupid, Jimin smiled a little wider to this to their stupidity and goes back to laying down on the bed, "Well, I'm going to sleep for a bit. Not in the mood to go out today."

"Then let's just stay here for today," Taehyung sighs while laying back down, "And do nothing."

Jeongguk is already closing his eyes, laying on his side facing the window, "That sounds like a plan."

And so that's what they did, laid down and did nothing. They soon enough fell into a deep slumber, their dreams no longer filled by those nightmares of their mistakes and actions.

Maybe it's because they have decided to let it go, or because of the way they slowly found themselves in each other's arms that it made them feel safe.

Even if they do have a target to their head.

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A/N:

Well, a lot did happen in this chapter.

But it ended on a sweet note!

So the next one or two chapters will still be written, main reason being because my phone is dying and my charger is broken, so I have to wait until I get a new one. Writing the text messages through the computer is a little too spaced out, it'll look a little strange, so hopefully you guys enjoy the next incoming chapters!

I PURPLE YOU! <33