{Warning: Violence, description of injuries, death}

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The shrilling alarm system of the old building was still audible, although he was miles away by now.

The painting he carried under his arm was heavy and almost pulled him downwards, as if it would yearn for the ground to apply scratches on its painted edge.

The rain pattered on the leafs of the trees as he ran through the park, which the raven-haired used as an escape route.

He used his jacket to protect the painting, causing his hair to get soggy and stick on his forehead. The drops flowed down his face and fell on the ground imperceptibly, becoming one with the puddles as they did so.

He ran and ran, not even bothering to look behind. His footsteps echoed through the streets, but the sound of the passing cars swallowed them, not allowing another sound to come through.

He searched his car impatiently, his almost pitch black eyes piercing through the night, glancing at every car he saw there. He sighed in relief as he saw his black van in the small alleyway, standing there completely unnoticed as it was completely dark outside.
As soon as he sat in it, he pulled the mask off his face and took off his soggy sweater, revealing a red shirt he wore underneath.

He hid the painting behind the passenger seat, before starting the motor and disappearing in the dark night of Seoul.

The paint-covered canvas came to use again at the next day, as he stood in front of the giant mansion his client lived in.

His finger already pushed the bell for the fifth time by now and he furrowed his eyebrows, before he started to knock loudly.

A few minutes later the door was hesitantly opened by a young, red-haired male.

Without asking for permission to enter, the raven-haired stormed into the entrance hall with an annoyed expression.

The red-haired followed him and friendly asked him to wait, but the already pissed-off male turned around and snapped at him.

"I stood about half an hour out there, with a painting that's worth millions of dollars in my hand! What if someone saw me?!"

The red-head flinched because of the sudden shout, squeezed his brown doe-eyes shut and brought his arms over his head, as if he wanted to protect himself from the whole world.

The gaze of the thief softened as he realized why the smaller could react this way.
He wanted to say something and apologize, but as soon as he opened his mouth to start talking, the door opened again, revealing a chubby man.

His round head was half bald, a smoking cigarette was caged between his lips, his suit coat only was held by one of the buttons, but seemed like it could burst open any second as soon as he breathed too deep and his pants ended about ten centimeters above his ankle.

All in all he looked like one of these cliché mafia bosses. Just that he was Korean.

"Aah Mr. Jeon", the man exclaimed and trotted, although he probably tried to earn respect with his walk, to the thief's side.

"Mr. Kim", he responded emotionless and held the painting up, to present it to the older.

The almost hairless man gasped in surprise and eyed the brown, white and green colored canvas.

He called the driver immediately, who took the painting and brought it away.

Mr. Kim hugged the raven-haired and patted him on the back.

"Aaah, thank you so much, Mr. Jeon! You're always doing your work so perfectly! Here, your payment", he literally shouted happily and gave him a huge, black suitcase, which was brought by the driver a few seconds ago.

Jeon opened the suitcase just to check if it was the amount of cash the man promised and eyed it with a satisfied gaze.
Just after he checked everything he closed it again and eyed the scene that played in front of him...well...more like a few feet away in the living room.

The red-haired male sat on the ground. He was sobbing heavily and held a spot on his head, while Mr. Kim shouted at him, holding a golden candle holder in his hand.

Jeon could hear the raspy voice of his client, which literally echoed through the whole mansion.

"How could you dare staring at our guest for auch a long time?! I thought I had taught you manners!", he shouted and prepared again, just to hit the younger's shoulder that soon started to bleed because of the sharp decoration of the object he was holding.

"Father, I-I'm sorry, I-I-", he stuttered, but was interrupted by another hit, now on his arm.

Another painful sob escaped his throat and he laid his already bloody hand on the new wound.

"Don't you dare calling me your father", the old man yelled and dropped the candle holder. His eyes also filled with small tears.

"Not after all you've done to her", he hissed and spit into the male's face, before he turned him around and showed him the cold shoulder.

"Clean up", he demanded and then left the living room with heavy steps, closing the door behind him.

Jeon's expression was cold as Mr. Kim approached him with an acted smile.

"I apologize Mr. Jeon, this boy doesn't have manners. Since his mother died at his birth, I have to deal with him.  But please don't care about that, why don't you stay for dinner?", he smiled and wrapped his arm around the taller's shoulders to guide him to the dining room.

The raven-haired didn't change his expression, but he let himself been dragged to the room where he was pushed onto a chair and left alone again, because Mr. Kim went to the kitchen.

He looked through the huge dining room.
The table was made of dark wood, like the chairs and the windowsills. The walls were painted in maroon and decorated with many different paintings.

If Jeon had to guess he would say Van Gogh. Maybe Da Vinci too. Or Vasari.

But as soon as he was in deep thoughts about the world of art, a painting of an unfamiliar artist came into his mind. He couldn't concentrate anymore and the pained woman from the painting changed into the red-haired boy.

Jeon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before he leaned back in his chair and eyed the new "painting" in front of his eyes.

He bit his lip as he studied he boy's features. The pain of the red-haired caused him to feel sorrow, anger and pain, but he probably never could feel as bad as the male did.

His head began to pound, his stomach tightened.

He felt like throwing up, as the amount of wounds of the boy increased and blood streamed out of it.
It dropped on the floor and built a puddle around the scarred feet of the boy.

As if it was a reflex, the raven-haired jumped up, stormed past Mr. Kim, who was about to come into the room, and searched for the bathroom.

His view was blurry and he had to lean onto the sink to hold his balance and not to fall onto the cold, tiled floor.

He eyed himself in the mirror, his pupils were massive, causing his iris to look like it was completely black, his sweaty strands that were sticking on his forehead, as if he just showered and his face, that was even more pale than before.

His breathing was unsteady and his shaking hands formed into a bowl, which he filled with water, just to splash it on his face.

He did it about three times, but as he wanted to do it a forth time, he was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

The male dragged his body to the door with difficulty and opened it.

As he did so, the large wooden door revealed the red-haired. He held a towel in his hands, his eyes glued to the ground.

Jeon was confused and tilted his head a little as the boy handed him the piece of fabric.
He hesitantly took it and eyed the smaller male.

"What's your name?", he asked, but received no answer. He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. He hated it when someone ignored him.

He asked him again, but he received no answer again.
He laid his fingers underneath the smaller's chin and lifted it up.

"If you're going to ignore me again, it'll have consequences. I'll ask you one more time. What. Is. Your. Name?", his tone was almost harsh and his eyes met the dilated ones of the other.

"T-Taeh-hyung", he stuttered, his voice a little hoarse because of the crying a few minutes ago.

His injured shoulder was hidden beneath a pastel pink sweater, his scarred hands weren't visible because of the long sleeves. His eyes were red and puffy, a sign that he had cried heavily.

"I'm Jungkook", the raven-haired whispered and stroked his cheek, where traces of his tears still were visible.

As he eyed the red-haired he got lost in his eyes, which were literally soaked with pain, but still seemed to have a little bit hope in them. There was so much more behind them.

Despite the pain and all the humiliations he had to deal with, there was a whole galaxy in his eyes with their own planets, which embodied his interests and pleasures, every one on it's own.

He would've loved to look at his eyes a little longer, but the smaller averted eye contact, bowed apologetically and quickly walked away.

Jungkook just sighed and went back to the dining room, where Mr. Kim was waiting already.

"Ah, Mr. Jeon, how are you? You sprinted away that quickly, is everything okay?"

The raven-haired just nodded and sat back on his previous chair.
After they ate and drank enough the bald man suddenly excused himself and went upstairs.

But since Jungkook didn't trust him at all, he followed him and stopped in front of a black door, which probably hid the man's bedroom.

He could hear voices, one of them belonged to the old man. He needed a moment to dedicate the second voice, but even when he just barely heard it, he knew that this voice belonged to his bleeding angel, who he had met only two times today, but who also didn't get out of his mind.

He could hear Taehyung's father say: "You know what you have to do. Undress and sit. You really behaved like the worst again today, you have to be punished", the old man growled.

"I'll say goodbye to Mr. Jeon and you will sit here and wait for me. Don't you dare refusing. You know the consequences."

His voice was cold and his words were harsh, like his footsteps that approached the door.

But the raven-haired was faster and ten seconds later he sat in the chair in the dining room again.

Mr. Kim came downstairs and whispered something in his servant's ear.

"Get his jacket, but control the pockets first, I don't trust him."

Jungkook smirked mockingly and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He knew that the servant wasn't going to come that far.

A moment later the bald man entered the dining room and happily clapped his hands once.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Jeon. Thanks to you I can cover the empty spot on my wall and it was really nice not to eat dinner alone."

"You're welcome", the younger gave him an acted smile and stood up.

Without another word both of them headed to the entrance hall where another servant held Jungkook's jacket, although it was a different servant who got the demand.

The raven-haired had to suppress a smirk, because he was aware of why it wasn't the man from before and just took is jacket out of the servant's shaking hands, before he showed him another pretended smile.

The servant whispered something in Mr. Kim's ear, whose his eyes widened soon after he began to speak. He stuttered a quick "Have a great day, Mr. Jeon", before his legs literally dragged themselves to the changing room.

As soon as he was out of sight, Jungkook went upstairs. He didn't know why, but something in him wanted to see him at least one last time.

Luckily he already knew where the bedroom was, thanks to the conversation he listened to earlier. His legs guided him to the bedroom door and his body froze as he opened it.

In front of him sat Taehyung, his body only covered with an oversized, opened dress-up shirt.

He looked up at Jungkook, tears were streaming down his face and his bottom lip quivered, his hands were trembling. His sobs echoed through the room and turned into whimpers as some of his tears fell onto his wounds. His body was covered in multiple patches and scratches and scars were decorating his lightly tanned skin; his legs covered with bruises that apparently were caused by a belt.

The raven-haired stared at him, which made the red-haired very uncomfortable.

Taehyung stood up, the shirt slipped down from one of his shoulders. With every step he took, he felt more pain in his whole body, but he continued approaching Jungkook and laid his hands on the taller's chest, whose eyes widened even more as a wave of goosebumps shot through his entire body, caused by the smaller's touch.

"M-Mr. Jeon...y-you're a thief...r-right..?", the red-haired whimpered and pressed himself against the other even more.

Jungkook's cheeks were, although he didn't want to admit it, tinted lightly pink.
But who could think clear or control his feelings in such a situation, where such an angelic person, only covered with a shirt, literally throws himself into your arms, speaking in such a weak and soft voice that you just want to protect them no matter what?

One of Taehyung's hands detached from his chest and pulled a pile of bills out of the pocket that was on his shirt.

"I-I know, you're...you're an art thief, b-but-"
Jungkook laid a finger on his lips and took the bundle of money between his thumb and index finger, before he looked into the smaller's eyes.

"Steal me, Mr. Jeon", the red-haired whispered, causing the taller's heart to skip a beat. The thief didn't think twice and nodded, buttoning up Taehyung's shirt that reached until the mid of his thighs and lifted him up. They had to hurry.

Taehyung's cheeks now had the same color as his hair, but he didn't protest and just wrapped his arms around the other's neck to not lose balance.

Without hesitating Jungkook left the room and checked the location, before he went downstairs with Taehyung pressed against his chest. He could hear Mr. Kim and his servants as they sorrowed for the already dead servant, who was poisoned by a ring that was in Jungkook's pocket. Well, if Mr. Kim hadn't told him to search through his jacket, this wouldn't have happened.

The raven-haired smirked and pulled the red-haired even closer.

"Don't make a sound", he whispered into Taehyung's ear, receiving a weakly nod.

Jungkook held the smaller male up with one arm, took the suitcase with money and left the mansion.

The night already has begun, just as their story, which took their course now.
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