Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.
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The Art of War
Sun Tzu

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Exhaustion weighed down Jungkook's body, but at one in the morning, it had yet to claim his mind.

He was currently lying in bed, eyes trained upwards on the beam-lined ceiling. Pale moonlight trickled in through the windows, the sheer curtains dancing as a soft breeze entered the room.

It was peaceful, quiet in a way Jungkook never experienced in his old home. He was used to the bustling sounds of a neighborhood, with cars and people passing by at all hours of the night. But with the bed and breakfast so far from downtown, he could hear the throaty chortles of tree frogs and the musical chirps of crickets. 

Everything was so serene.

Everything except Jungkook. 

Being here, back in the city he left just a couple of days ago, caused a dizziness to wash over his senses. Busan was a cage, a personal cage constructed to hide Jungkook away from the world. For three years, he was essentially locked inside of his house, forbidden from going anywhere unless escorted. He was constantly starved for normalcy and interaction with the outside world.

Namjoon was the only person who had the key to set him free, but he explained why that couldn't happen. It isn't safe, his brother would lecture, people could use you to get to me. You need to lay low, stay out of my way, and everything will be fine. 

Jungkook respected his brother too much to ever question his directives. And besides, he knew there were numerous enemies out there who wouldn't hesitate to play dirty. If they wanted to distract Namjoon in order to target someone else, they'd naturally turn to holding any of his loved ones hostage. And while Jin could sufficiently take care of himself, one person could not.

Jungkook. 

And Jungkook knew he couldn't truly protect himself, not when he relied upon his muscles while his opponents used guns. He spent time crafting his body into the best weapon possible, but he wouldn't stand a chance if someone came after him with bullets. He begged Namjoon to teach him how to use a gun, but his brother repetitively shot down the idea. He argued there would be no need for Jungkook to utilize a gun if he listened and stayed inside, away from any possible danger.

So Jungkook listened. After all, his brother - while often overbearing - truly did have his best interest in mind. Namjoon was the only one to look out for him, the only one to shower him with attention and praise. 

But now Namjoon was gone. Jungkook's sole source of comfort, protection, and love was gone.

Running his hands over his face, Jungkook attempted to push down the wave of grief bubbling to the surface. It had taken everything he had to ignore his pain over these last few days, but the stillness of this peaceful lodge allowed his mind to run rampant. 

With no distractions to help him forget, Jungkook began to crumble.

As quietly as possible, he pushed back the soft linen sheets and rolled out of bed. He walked towards the balcony, too choked up on pain to spare the sleeping Taehyung a glance. Every thought in his head was centered around the despair slicing through his chest, with no room to gawk at the half-naked bodyguard. So he carefully slipped outside and sunk into a chair, wrapping his arms around his knees.

And he broke down.

The anguish inside of him raged with a vengeance, a blinding red and searing heat that coursed through his veins. Because he didn't want to scream - didn't want to voice his devastation aloud - the only way to let the turbulent emotions escape his body was through tears. So he cried, allowing the salty liquid to coat his cheeks silently. 

If his mother could see him now, she'd look at him with such disgust, claiming he was weak and pitiful. His father - if he was even around in the first place - would simply turn a blind eye. But Namjoon would have held and comforted him, saying there was no shame in crying.

So that's what Jungkook did; he cried.

Sometime later - he didn't know how long it had been - Jungkook became emotionally spent and hollow. He supposed he should have felt better, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders, but he didn't. He felt worse. There was nothing he could do to reverse what had happened. He could either accept it and carry on with life, or . . . 

Do what he was doing and deny, deny, deny. He could hide. Fill his time with meaningless distractions so he didn't have to suffer from the knowledge that his brother was gone.

Jungkook chose the second option.

He wasn't ready to accept reality.

Maybe in the future - a time when he wasn't being hunted - he could properly mourn. He'd hold a small funeral so he could say goodbye and hopefully move on. But he knew that day was far away from now.

Because the fact of the matter was that Jungkook fucked up and was now on the run from invisible enemies. And if he made one wrong move - if he so much as said one wrong word - he could find enemies closer than expected.

Taehyung, even with his pacifist ways, could turn on him without offering a chance to explain.

Taehyung could kill him.

And maybe that was one of the reasons why Jungkook came on so strong to the bodyguard. Sure, there was the undeniable sexual tension that romance novels couldn't even begin to capture, the need to consume and devour and claim. But it was more than that as well . . . He didn't want Taehyung to look too closely. He didn't want Taehyung to analyze his words or to try and break down his walls.

Jungkook didn't want Taehyung to see him.

It was difficult, this balance between openly wanting the bodyguard and hiding his true self. It was tiring. And oftentimes he didn't know what the fuck he was doing. He just knew two things: he wanted to lose himself within Taehyung and he wanted to stay alive.

He'd like to accomplish both of those goals without exchanging one for the other.

And after that almost kiss . . . 

Fuck, Jungkook didn't know why he even asked to kiss Taehyung in the first place. He should've just closed the distance between their mouths and risked being pushed away. And, call him crazy, but he had a feeling Taehyung might have kissed him back if he just went for it. 

They probably could've fucked as well, giving Jungkook the peace of mind he desperately needed. 

And yes, Jungkook knew he could attempt to seduce Taehyung again. But if he was honest, this whole back and forth exhausted him. There was only so much energy Jungkook was willing to put into this before he gave up completely. If he was wise, he'd give up now, but a small part of him told him to wait a little longer.

So, as a compromise to himself, he vowed to take a step back and give both Taehyung and himself some breathing room. He swore not to approach the elder in any sexual manner at all for the time being. If Taehyung came onto him, sure, all bets were off. But for now, he'd think more with his head and less with his dick.

Of course, that honorable pledge was immediately put to the test when Taehyung stepped out onto the balcony, wearing nothing but those damn briefs.

"Why are you awake?" The bodyguard asked, his deep voice stirring desire within Jungkook's core.

It took more strength than Jungkook liked to admit, but he avoided looking at the elder's body and instead met his probing gaze. "I could ask you the same question."

Taehyung scoffed, settling into the other chair on the balcony. "You could, but I asked you first."

"What are we, twelve?" Jungkook intoned, quickly wiping at his eyes to ensure they were free from tears.

At that, the corner of the elder's lips tilted upwards. "I think we're all kids at heart. We never truly let go of our inner child, even as we get old and senile."

"How poetic of you, Taehyung," Jungkook responded, turning away to study the moonlit scenery. Their balcony overlooked a garden, which had a winding path through trees, bushes, and flowers. And tucked into a far corner of the property was a gazebo, nestled among all of the foliage.

The bodyguard remained quiet, sitting aside of Jungkook in companionable silence. But, as usual, that was the exact opposite of what he wanted. Now especially, after succumbing to the sharp daggers of his mind, he needed some reprieve. 

And since Taehyung was here . . . 

"I couldn't sleep," Jungkook admitted, keeping his gaze forward. "And I hate laying in bed, trying to stop thinking, but unable to turn it all off. So I came out here."

A soft hum sounded from Taehyung, an understanding sort of melody. "I'm a light sleeper. As soon as you got out of bed, I woke up."

The concession drew Jungkook's full attention, and he twisted in his seat to examine Taehyung's profile. "I'm surprised you didn't follow me out here right away."

"I thought you might like some time alone."

Jungkook watched him closely, trying to determine if that was indeed the truth. "Well, you obviously changed your mind."

Taehyung turned his head, unreadable eyes instantly meeting Jungkook's searching ones. "You seem like the type of person who doesn't want to be alone."

That caught Jungkook off guard, mainly because it was true, but also because he didn't know if Taehyung meant it as an insult.

"So, what?" He challenged, arms crossing defensively in front of his chest. "You wanted to be the one to provide me comfort? Seems unlikely to me."

"If you'd rather me leave you alone, I'll just -"

"It's fine. Stay." Jungkook tried to harden his tone so it sounded more like a demand and less of a plea. 

But in reality, Jungkook was begging Taehyung not to go back inside. He didn't think he could survive being alone with himself at the moment. Haunting memories and creeping guilt were lingering just below the surface, waiting to swallow him whole.

"Okay," Taehyung said gently, leaning deeper into the chair. His body glowed under the dim lighting, all soft edges and long legs. 

And Jungkook's traitorous eyes feasted on the elder's bare skin, running up and down the length of his limbs. Taehyung's body was so elegant, crafted from the smoothest of marble without imperfection. He was gorgeous, so fucking beautiful, an unexplainable phenomenon that only occurred once in a lifetime. It shouldn't be fair to the rest of humankind that people like Taehyung existed.

"You're staring."

Jungkook's head turned away so quickly that he almost pulled a muscle in his neck. He wasn't embarrassed at having been caught, but he was slightly guilty for ogling the elder in the first place. It probably made Taehyung uncomfortable, and despite Jungkook's longing for him, he needed to control himself. 

But he wasn't going to admit any of that aloud, of course.

"It's your fault since you don't sleep in pajamas," Jungkook drawled instead, doing everything he could to avoid thinking of the elder's toned thighs. "Seeing you like this . . . My mind naturally goes places, Taehyung." 

He was devoted to not acting on his attraction, however. He wouldn't fall prey to his impulses . . . He could practice self-control. 

But Kim Taehyung, the sexy and provoking bodyguard seated in nothing but underwear next to him, decided to make his mission that much more difficult. 

"What kind of places?" 

"Nope," Jungkook said, speaking more to himself than Taehyung, "I'm done talking. We're not going down this road again. I'll get turned on, you'll deny me anyway, and then we'll both end up bitchy."

A low chuckle pushed past Taehyung's lips at that, his eyes slightly crinkling. "You're probably right."

"I am right. So can you . . . I don't know. Put on some damn clothes to make this easier for me?" 

"Who are you and what have you done with the brat I've come to know?" The bodyguard laughed a little more loudly, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm surprised you haven't commented on my body yet."

Jungkook pressed his palms over his eyes so he wasn't tempted to look again. "Taehyung, I swear to all that is good and holy, if you don't put on some clothes I will -"

"Stop with the dramatics," Taehyung interrupted, amusement still coating his tone. "I don't have any other clothes with me. Just what I've been wearing during the day."

That surprised Jungkook, but then again, he wasn't paying much attention to the clothes on the bodyguard's back. He never really cared for worldly possessions, so he had failed to notice that detail.

Without saying a word, he strode back into the bedroom and rummaged through his duffel bag and backpack. A moment later, he arrived back on the balcony, tossing a pair of sweatpants and one of Namjoon's sweatshirts at Taehyung.

"Please put me out of my misery," he begged, making an active effort to study his nails while the elder got dressed. 

A couple of moments later, Taehyung cleared his throat. "Thanks. You didn't have to do that."

Jungkook finally flitted his eyes over to the bodyguard, letting out a relieved sigh to find him fully clothed. "Yeah, I did. After getting rejected by you yet again, I decided to stop trying. But your almost naked body . . . makes following that plan hard."

And if he kept imagining what the elder looked like completely naked, something else was most definitely going to become hard.

"So, you're not going to flirt with me anymore?" Taehyung asked, raising his eyebrows in shock.

"Nope."

"And you'll stop trying to get in my pants?" Again, the bodyguard sounded disbelieving.

"Yup."

"Well," Taehyung started, facial expression and tone softening, "it's probably for the best."

And it was. It really, absolutely, positively, fucking was. But that didn't change the fact that Jungkook's blood boiled simply by looking at Taehyung, his mind picturing less than chaste scenarios while his heart rate went into overdrive. 

"Why?"

Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed. "Why what?"

Taehyung tilted his head towards the sky, features illuminated by the moonlight as he observed the thousands of stars overhead. "Why stop trying?"

"Don't tell me you're going to miss me coming onto you," Jungkook smirked, liking the way the elder leaned his head back, exposing his long neck. 

He also liked the exposed series of hickeys decorating the bodyguard's skin.

Just because Jungkook was going to stop actively trying to sleep with Taehyung, didn't mean he was going to stop fantasizing about him. Now especially, with Taehyung's throat on full display, he was envisioning placing more marks. He wanted to hear the elder moan out in pleasure as Jungkook's lips worshiped his skin, his hand knotting in that thick head of hair.

Fuck, he wanted that so badly.

At Taehyung's continued silence, Jungkook sat up taller, a thought crossing his mind. "Have you changed your mind? Do you want to fuck? Because if that's the case, let's stop wasting time on chit chat and head inside."

Taehyung forgot about the stars and met Jungkook's gaze, his expression oddly conflicted. "Not . . . Not . . ."

Jungkook smiled widely, teeth revealed and all, at the elder's uncertainty. 

"No," Taehyung finally affirmed, the word pronounced fiercely and without room for debate. 

To Jungkook, however, it sounded more like the bodyguard was trying to convince himself that he didn't want anything more.

And since Jungkook was feeling generous at the moment, he decided not to push further. Besides, he could tell Taehyung was clearly debating whether or not he wanted to get frisky between the sheets.

"At any point you change your mind, let me know," Jungkook voiced after a few seconds, a confident smile set in place. 

Because he knew, without a moment of hesitation, that Taehyung would eventually break. It was becoming more and more obvious to Jungkook that the elder was just as attracted to him, yet for whatever reason, he didn't want to act on his desire. But in due time, the elder would submit.

And then Jungkook would make Taehyung feel so fucking good that the bodyguard would regret not sleeping with him sooner.

He was sure of it.

"Did you have fun catching up with your friends this afternoon? Or yesterday afternoon, I guess," Taehyung changed topics, pulling the hood of the sweatshirt up around his neck.

Somehow, covered from his chin to his ankles, the elder still managed to look appealing. 

"It was like no time had passed at all," Jungkook said, his haughty smile settling into one more fond. "Being with them again . . . I felt like the old me."

After the almost kiss debacle, Jungkook left Taehyung - after reluctantly asking for his permission - to go talk with Hoseok and Jimin. They spent hours covering the last three years of their lives, with the two elders reliving some of their most exciting moments. 

Jungkook couldn't say too much about his own life, still under strict orders to keep quiet about his current situation. So he kept his friends yammering away, asking question after question. They didn't appear to notice how he redirected their own questions to him, with Jungkook often changing topics quickly or bringing up something irrelevant. 

And as much as he wanted to open up to his friends, to receive their comfort, he knew that wasn't possible. It would be selfish to clue them in on his trauma, unintentionally putting them in more danger than he was already. 

"That's great," Taehyung nodded, slowly scanning over their surroundings. It was like he never let his guard down, never relaxed with the knowledge that they were safe.

"Yeah, and they both live here, too. So we'll be seeing them around a bit, I guess," Jungkook added, extraordinarily happy about that fact. It was the only bright spot in his life right now. 

When Taehyung didn't continue the conversation, Jungkook took the opportunity to quiz the elder about his day.

"What did you do all afternoon?"

The bodyguard leaned deeper into the chair, arms crossing over his chest while his legs spread wide. "A lot of things. Explored the bed and breakfast. Checked out the security systems. Put plans in place for the morning."

The last part interested Jungkook and he became more alert. His brother always kept him in the dark regarding his plans, saying it wasn't essential for him to know. That, of course, disappointed Jungkook like nothing else. But, with Taehyung sharing little bits and pieces of information, he wondered if the bodyguard might just take pity on him and divulge the details.

"Am I allowed to know what these plans are?"

Taehyung tilted his head, briefly meeting Jungkook's gaze before observing the sky again. "I guess. You'll be coming with me, so sure."

And even though Jungkook didn't know what exactly he was getting involved in, a big smile spread over his face. With something new to look forward to, a fresh energy rejuvenated his mind and body. 

"I'll be speaking with my boss if everything goes according to plan," the bodyguard started, face remaining serene as he took in the celestial sky above. "I contacted him this afternoon."

"You did? How?" 

A dark chuckle left Taehyung's mouth. "It sure as hell wasn't easy, but I had to be overly cautious with every single thing I did. Probably could've done it better, too, but this was the only option I had."

"Okay, okay, I'm intrigued. Stop with the build-up and just tell me what you did," Jungkook huffed impatiently, never any good at hiding his curiosity.

After a slight shake of his head, Taehyung began explaining all the motions he set into play. "I first looked up the phone number for the bar, the one Hoseok mentioned was down the road. Then, and this was the tough part, I waited to find a person checking out of the lodge. I ended up convincing a woman to let me use her phone, and I looked up a flower shop in Seoul. I told her I only had cash on hand and would reimburse her if she let me use her credit card, which she did. So I sent a bouquet to the Chief of Security at Korean National Oil, listing the phone number of the bar and a time to call in the morning."

Jungkook's head was spinning as he tried to follow along. He understood the need to create as few links to Hoseok's bed and breakfast as possible, so it made sense as to why the elder took so many precautions. But even still, that was a lot to process.

"How will your boss know it's you?" If Jungkook received a random bouquet and phone number, he'd probably trash it without giving the gesture much thought. 

"I included a note, a reference to a conversation my boss and I had when we first met."

"And what was that?" Jungkook questioned, propping his elbows up on his knees. "Something about guns or ammo? Or bodyguard duties?"

"No," the elder said, voice quiet and tone reflective. "The note said that I haven't forgotten whose shoes I'm trying to fill."

Jungkook didn't need any more details to know he was talking about Namjoon.

A few minutes later - after both Taehyung and Jungkook traded their light conversation for mutual silence - the bodyguard announced he was going back to bed. Jungkook decided to head inside as well, finally feeling mentally exhausted enough to close his eyes and fall asleep. 

"You know," he reflected as he slipped under the covers, "while I would've preferred you giving me an earth-shattering orgasm, the whole talking thing wasn't so bad either." 

"So much for not flirting," Taehyung commented, voice muffled as he buried his face into a pillow.

Jungkook turned on his side, his consciousness already floating into the dark waters of slumber. "I wasn't flirting . . . that was the truth. Orgasms are the best . . . I can give you one if you want, angel."

And as much as Jungkook longed to hear what disgruntled response the elder would come up with, he didn't stay awake to find out. He drifted off into a warm and dark place, one void of sadness, worries, and fear. 

For the moment, Jungkook was at peace.

Too soon, however, there was a hand harshly shaking his shoulder and a voice barking orders into his ear. His still sleeping mind refused to listen, so he pulled the blankets up and over his head, refusing to open his eyes for anything.

Even though he kept his eyes closed, Jungkook could tell it was morning. Birds chirped outside and there was a certain brightness that even his shut eyelids couldn't mute. But no part of his mind or body wanted to vacate the comfort of the plush bed, or to wake up and face his depressing reality.

There was absolutely nothing that could draw him up and out of the covers. 

"I'm going to go shower," Taehyung's deep voice spoke close to his ear. "Want to save water and join me?"

Jungkook flung back the covers and sat up, quickly rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Yes, yes. Let's save the planet, let's -"

He turned to face Taehyung, an undeniable curiosity - and desire - to see the bodyguard naked waking him up entirely. But what he saw made him feel stupid.

He really should've known better.

"You're a fucking tease," he groaned, finding a fully dressed Taehyung with dripping hair seated next to him.

"And you're extremely gullible in the morning. Interesting," Taehyung reflected, smiling proudly to himself. "Now that I have your attention, shower and get dressed. We leave for the bar in an hour."

Jungkook was pissed and annoyed, but he got up anyway. He didn't want the bodyguard to change his mind about letting him join on their expedition. So for now, he'd do as was asked of him and get his ass into the shower.

Half an hour later, after washing up and eating the small breakfast Taehyung brought him, he was all ready to go. He studied the bodyguard, eyes scanning over the slightly wrinkled shirt he wore, and made a mental note to ask Hoseok if he had a couple of spare shirts. After all, it was Jungkook's fault that Taehyung wasn't able to gather any personal belongings before fleeing the house in Seoul, so that was the least he could do. 

"One last thing before we head out," Taehyung said as he came up behind Jungkook. "We need to -"

"Pretend we're together, I know," Jungkook interrupted, rolling his eyes at the obvious suggestion. "Though don't mind if I appear too testy. My fake boyfriend isn't putting out, so naturally I'm a little . . . displeased."

A jacket was thrown at Jungkook. "Not what I was going to say. We need to be as unrecognizable as possible. So put the jacket on to hide your tattoos."

A slight pout pursed Jungkook's lips together. "But it's mid-June . . . It's hot out there!"

Taehyung approached, holding something in his hands. "I don't care if you're all sweaty by the end of this. If you're unnoticed and alive, that's all that matters."

A bucket hat was pushed over Jungkook's head, the brim hanging low over his eyes. "A hat, too?"

"Very good, Jungkook," Taehyung mocked him slowly, like he was speaking to a five-year-old. "That is a hat. And the material on your legs is called pants -"

"Whatever, let's just leave already," he huffed in return, fixing the hat so he could see a bit better. 

Taehyung shook his head - probably at Jungkook's attitude - but he didn't say anything else. 

They left their room and wandered down to the lobby, waving at Hoseok as they proceeded outside. Taehyung explained that they were going to walk to the bar, which should only take twenty or so minutes. True to character, Jungkook grumbled the entire way, trailing behind the elder on the side of the road. 

There was almost nothing of interest around them, just open fields and rolling hills. The countryside at its finest. Jungkook found it slightly comical that there was a bar amongst this sort of environment, though he supposed nearby residents needed something to excite their quiet lives. He had always been a city sort of guy for that sole reason - he'd never run out of things to do.

A short while later, Taehyung pointed to a small, rundown building ahead of them. "There it is. Now, this is what we're going to do . . ."

Jungkook listened intently, pushing aside his mock annoyance in exchange for understanding his role in all of this. And he had to hand it to Taehyung; the plan the elder constructed seemed simple yet effective, a plan that wouldn't draw them much attention at all.

They walked into the bar close to noon, right when the establishment opened. Besides two bartenders, there was no one else in the small building. 

"Hey, there," Taehyung beamed at one of the workers, a man with an oval-framed glasses. "Do you have a phone we could use? Our car broke down about a mile down the road."

Jungkook took a seat at the bar, nodding kindly to a woman cleaning cups. "Our phones don't have great service out here."

The woman smiled at him in understanding. "I know what you mean, the reception sucks. But sure thing. There's a phone in the back here. Let me grab it and look up a towing company for you."

Taehyung thanked her as she headed into a back room, ordering two sodas from the other bartender as they waited. He seemed so natural at all of this, emanating a relaxed aura that put everyone - including Jungkook - at ease.

"Here you go," the woman said a couple of moments later, handing over a landline and a number. "This shop is fifteen miles out. Probably your best bet."

Jungkook took the phone while Taehyung grabbed the drinks, both heading over to a small table set far in the corner. Judging by the clock on the wall, a call should be coming in at any moment.

Taehyung's finger hovered over the talk button, ready to answer as soon as the phone started ringing. He already lowered the volume of the ringtone as to not draw attention or questions, and he was focused as he waited.

But as noon came and went, Jungkook began to feel apprehensive. He sipped his soda slowly, trying to calm his growing disappointment, but was failing miserably.

"Shouldn't he have called by now?" He asked, bouncing his leg on the barstool. "Shouldn't we have -?"

A low ringing stopped the rest of Jungkook's question, and suddenly Taehyung had the phone by his ear.

"Hello?" The elder voiced casually, keeping his posture relaxed as he drawled into the phone. "Nice to hear from you."

Jungkook tried to mirror his posture as well, but felt his shoulders tense while he listened to the one-sided conversation. He forced himself to take another swig of soda in an attempt to appear completely unbothered.

"That's right, I'm not traveling alone . . . Safe lodging nearby, yes . . . If you think that's best . . ."

The phone was suddenly in front of Jungkook's face, with a calm Taehyung handing it over to him.

"What?"

"He wants to talk to you," the elder shrugged, bringing his own glass to his lips.

Tentatively, Jungkook grasped the phone and brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Good, you're alive," a male voice responded, his tone urgent. "We don't have much time, but I want to assure you all is going to be okay. I work with your father and will help protect you. I can't say much now, but I have a good idea of where you are. I'll come tonight and we will all debrief."

Jungkook didn't know what to say; the man was incredibly vague. But he knew this wasn't good. If this guy - Taehyung's boss at Korean National Oil - had more knowledge about what was going on than Taehyung did, Jungkook was screwed.

Correction . . . Jungkook was dead.

He'd have to be so fucking careful. He'd have to keep his mouth shut at all costs, or at least be overly cautious of anything he said.

Maybe if he could do that, he could still continue with this ruse. He could still protect his life.

"We'll see you then," Jungkook swallowed, doing his best to sound confident.

But at the moment, he was anything but confident. This could be the beginning of the end.

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》 V A L E N W R I T I N G 《

There will be some major truth bombs in a few chapters, don't you worry! I'm so excited to unveil part of what's been up my sleeve . . .

I can't wait to get more of our boys under one roof either!

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