All warfare is based on deception.
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The Art of War
Sun Tzu

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Your uselessness would have killed someone. 

Those words repeated in Taehyung's head, each iteration hurting more than the last. The pain seeped into his bones, a dull ache that radiated throughout his body. He tried so hard to forget about what he did - or didn't do - but Jungkook's stunningly accurate words triggered the worst of memories. 

He remembered the weight of the loaded Sig Sauer, his hands anything but steady as he kept the gun trained on the unknown hitman. He remembered ordering himself to pull the fucking trigger; he recalled the paralyzing fear that rendered him motionless. He remembered people screaming - saying, don't do this. He remembered the explosive gunshots that pierced the air around him: one shot, two shots, three shots. He remembered the tears that fell to the floor: one drop, two drops, three drops.

Then he remembered running away like a worthless coward, the fear and anger and grief blinding his every step. When he was needed most, he failed.

Jungkook's words were correct. Taehyung's uselessness would have killed someone . . . again.

There was a lump in the back of Taehyung's throat, a hot and painful burning that threatened to cut off his air supply. His body begged to give in, to let the anguish overtake him so he didn't have to hold it inside anymore. The suppressed despair was slowly consuming him whole and would continue to do so unless it had a path out. But Taehyung physically couldn't let it out; he didn't know how.

So he chose to be numb instead.

That plan worked well enough over the last week, with each haunting memory pushed down further piece by piece. He became an unfeeling shell, with nothing on his mind except the need to find Min Yoongi. And once he found that man, Taehyung believed his future was set for the time being. He hoped once the initial shock of the last week passed, once he was in a safe place, he could process the events that brought him to this point.

But then he met the cause of his never-ending torment, and that plan went to shit. 

Nothing - no one - made Taehyung as angry as Jungkook did. The boy thought he was a fool, playing him every moment of the day since they met. And all Taehyung did was sit back and allow it, but for what?

For a stupid sense of obligation.

Surely, obligation should only go so far. Surely, guilt shouldn't be warped into a twisted sense of responsibility. Surely, Taehyung couldn't be expected to risk his own life in order to protect a careless brat. Right?

But that was the problem. Even though Taehyung had logic backing him, even though it was stupid to stick around, he would still do what he could to keep Jungkook safe.

Fuck, if Taehyung was smart, he'd leave now and never look back. It would be easy enough to disappear into the night, to fade into the shadows. He could avoid Seoul and all things linked to Korean National Oil. No one would find him. 

But at the moment, tucking his Glock into the waistband of his pants and exiting the hotel room, he was anything but smart. He had become the epitome of a babysitter, just like Yoongi described in his interview yesterday. 

Yesterday.

How the fuck did his world fall apart even more in just twenty-four hours? Sure, when he accepted the position, he knew his life wouldn't always be free from chaos and danger. But for so much to go to shit in such a short period of time . . . There was no way to predict such an outcome. 

Taehyung stepped outside of the hotel a few minutes later, scanning his surroundings to familiarize himself with the area. There were restaurants, bars, and galleries lining the street, with hordes of people crowding the sidewalks. It was a warm summer night, which seemed to draw out the masses even more. In short, it'd be next to impossible to find Jungkook out here.

He didn't know the younger at all, so he lacked insight on where to check first. They hadn't had the opportunity to eat yet, so a restaurant could be an option. But there were so many on this street alone that he'd waste too much time searching. And he needed to find the boy before he did something stupid, like charge a meal to his credit card.

Shit. After the phone incident, Taehyung should have had the foresight to take any other traceable objects away from Jungkook. 

A string of music caught his ear, and Taehyung turned to survey a bar behind him. There were bright marquees on the front of the establishment, all advertising live music events. He remembered Jungkook mentioning this place, so with nothing to lose, he marched inside.

The bar was relatively dark, making it difficult to search for his charge. Surprisingly, there weren't too many people packed into the place just yet. It was still early in the night, so most patrons were probably finishing their dinners. Even still, a few drunk men managed to stumble into Taehyung, spilling their drinks onto his shoes. That would've gotten him pissed in the past, but was the least of his worries right now.

Taehyung walked deeper into the bar, scrutinizing each face he passed. Tipsy women were laughing in clusters, couples made out against the wall. A group of people danced in front of a small stage, enjoying a mediocre band as they played the latest hits. This amount of activity was a bit overwhelming; Taehyung hadn't been in a place with so much going on in a very long time.

It was comical. This kind of place used to be his scene: The music, the dancing, the alcohol, the sweaty bodies pressed up together. Just a few years ago, he would frequent bars and clubs with his friends, having the time of his life. He had no significant worries, and his actions reflected that. Everything he did was rooted in recklessness.

Then that all changed.

He changed.

It had been three years since he even set foot in a place like this.

As Taehyung made his way towards the dance floor, still examining each person he encountered, his chest tightened slightly. Watching the dancers, so carefree and at ease, made him wish he could be like that again. To be able to let down his guard, to celebrate life fully . . . 

It wasn't worth dwelling on. He had bigger worries, one of which was finding Jungkook and dragging him back to their hotel room.

If Taehyung had to guess, Jungkook would be drunk out of his mind, dancing wildly or taking shots at the bar. He'd be running that mouth, talking to anyone who gave him two seconds of attention. Or maybe he'd be making out with someone, the kid's unabashed sexual desires landing him against the wall, defenseless, legs spread . . .

Fuck. Taehyung stopped those thoughts real quick.

Kind of.

He wondered if Jungkook's incessant flirting was genuine or if it was just another tactic to get under his skin. Rational thinking told him it was the latter, but if Taehyung knew anything about the younger, it was that he knew nothing at all.

But as much as the kid annoyed him - especially for the part he played in this mess - Taehyung welcomed the distraction. The endless banter and snide comments kept his mind off of more painful topics. So for that alone, he was grateful for Jungkook's need to annoy him every two seconds. 

Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck, eyes scanning the bar and dance floor for any sign of Jungkook, but found nothing. At this rate, it didn't look like he was here, which was a disappointment. He had hoped this would be easy.

But, as Jungkook said in the morning, he most definitely wasn't easy.

The loud music surrounding the dance floor made it challenging to think, to form a plan, and he needed to get outside for some peace and quiet. He started heading out of the bar, considering going back to the hotel to see if Jungkook returned, when a body blocked his path. 

For a moment, Taehyung expected it to be Jungkook. But when he took in the small, well-dressed woman in front of him, his chest deflated upon realizing it was not his charge.

"Hi!" The woman smiled up at him, tucking a long lock of hair behind her ear. "You look lonely. Can I buy you a drink?"

Taehyung stared at her, unsure of how to turn her down gently. He always felt terrible rebuking others, which tended to get him into trouble when he was younger. He'd end up in silly relationships all because he couldn't say no.

The only person he didn't seem to have trouble turning down was a certain vexing, lying, irresponsible -

"Should I take your silence as a yes?" She murmured, batting her eyelashes at him in an attempt to appear alluring.

Before Taehyung could form a reply, someone new - and familiar - stood by his side.

"Wow, I thought I was special. But here you are, propositioning anyone who walks in here."

Taehyung turned towards Jungkook, quickly looking over the younger. He seemed to be all in one piece, but who knew what kind of trouble he might have gotten himself into.

The woman flitted her eyes over to Jungkook, her cheeks slightly reddening. "Well, you denied my offer for a drink. And my other offer as well."

A scoff left Jungkook's mouth and he shook his head. "Whatever. And anyway, my friend here isn't interested in anything you have to offer."

"Why don't you let your friend speak for himself?" She asked flirtatiously, her hand coming up to rest on Taehyung's arm. "What do you say? Want to grab a drink? Or head somewhere a little quieter, perhaps?"

Taehyung sensed Jungkook stiffening next to him, and the younger took a slight step closer to him. The urge to laugh was strong. "I'm going to pass."

He didn't give the woman - or Jungkook, for that matter - a chance to respond. Wrapping his fingers around Jungkook's wrist, he started pulling the younger away.

"I'm surprised you turned down a free drink and sex. That doesn't seem like you," Taehyung said to the younger, weaving them through pulsing bodies on the dance floor.

Jungkook yanked his wrist from his grip, the force so strong it caused Taehyung to almost trip over his feet. "You don't know me at all, Taehyung. I don't drink alcohol. Ever."

Taehyung faced him, a little surprised by that fact. He was tempted to make a sarcastic remark, but a certain gravity in Jungkook's tone warned him not to comment on it. 

"Okay," he said instead, dipping his chin once. 

"And," Jungkook added, moving closer to Taehyung so his words could be heard over the music, "I'm not lusting after everyone. I'm selective. More than selective. I'm gay."

"Good to know," Taehyung noted idly, taking in the newly crowded room. He wanted to get out with as few people seeing them as possible.

At the moment, a massive crowd of people began filing into the bar, making the entrance - and sole exit - impassable. Undeterred, Taehyung took hold of Jungkook once more and led them to a wall near the door, where they'd wait until the wall of bodies trickled through. It wasn't a great plan, but it was the only reasonable option for now.

Pressing his back against the cold wall, Taehyung forced air out between his lips. It was noticeably quieter in this section, so he could finally hear himself think. He was better able to focus on their surroundings, never once stopping his search for signs of danger.

Just a few more minutes of this and then they'd be back in the safety of their hotel room.

"I didn't think you'd come after me," Jungkook said softly, his tone lacking sarcasm and hostility. He was being honest.

"You shouldn't have run off," Taehyung lectured mildly, turning to take in the younger. "That could've ended badly."

Jungkook had his head resting against the wall, eyes closed and lips drawn thin. He looked defeated in this vulnerable stance, like he had put up a fight and lost miserably. There was no sign of his cocky smirk, the devilish lift of his eyebrows. The endless taunting glint in his eyes was concealed.

He was a blank canvas.

"I just needed some space," Jungkook muttered, head leaning back more so his neck became elongated. "I . . . I don't exactly like being watched every second of the day."

Taehyung hummed, understanding more than his companion would ever know. "It's exhausting, isn't it?"

At that, Jungkook opened his eyes, his gaze instantly meeting Taehyung's. "Yeah. It is."

"Well, you're going to have to suck it up for the time being," Taehyung informed the younger, turning towards the exit to see if they could leave. "For the meantime, I won't -"

He broke off as his eyes raked over a tall man, dressed exquisitely and wearing a pompous smile.

"Holy fucking shit," he let out, heart dropping into his stomach. 

In an instant, he flipped himself around, moving in front of Jungkook and planting his hands against the wall. He caged the younger in, needing to hide his face and not bring any attention to them.

Jungkook's breath fanned over his face, his eyes wide and fearful. "What's wrong?"

Dread coursed through Taehyung's body as he hung his head low. This wasn't good. 

"Is it the attackers?" The younger asked, his voice light and breathy in concern. "How did they find us so quickly?"

"It's not them," Taehyung responded, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to even out his breathing. "This is worse."

"Worse? How is this worse? Who's here for me now?" 

Taehyung shook his head, his hair falling forward and brushing against his eyelashes. "Not here for you. Me. This person is a threat to me." 

Despite the tense mood, a soft laugh escaped from Jungkook, an airy sound that prompted Taehyung's eyes to open. He took in the younger, whose previous look of apprehension was now replaced by something else. 

Amusement. 

"It's nice to know I'm not the only one getting myself into trouble," Jungkook smiled, the gesture warming up his dark eyes. "What did you do?"

It's not what Taehyung did that was the problem here. It's who this person was. And if this person saw him . . . knew he was here . . . Soon others would know as well, others who always wanted him erased from the face of the earth.

His throat went dry. "Jungkook . . ."

The boy just kept smiling at him, utterly entertained by this reversal of roles. "Seriously, tell me who just walked in? Some mafia leader? A corrupt police officer or a secret agent, maybe?"

"My ex-boyfriend," Taehyung admitted, knowing Park Bogum was so much worse than just a relationship that went poorly. 

"Oh. That's boring. I was hoping for something more exciting," the younger said with a shake of his head, trying to push Taehyung off of him. "Don't you think you're a little overdramatic -?"

"Jungkook," Taehyung growled, leaning in closer to the boy to convey his seriousness. "That guy cannot see me. If he does, it's all over for me."

The younger's eyebrows sunk low over his eyes, his mouth pushing into a perplexed pout. Slowly, he began craning his neck, attempting to look over Taehyung's shoulder to see what the whole fuss was about. 

"He cannot know I'm here," Taehyung continued, his voice far less forceful than he wanted it to be. "He . . . He'll tell . . . I'm dead. I'm dead if he sees me. And that means you are, too, and that's not me being dramatic."

"I don't -"

Taehyung moved his head so it was right in front of the younger's again, blocking him from sight. "Please. Fuck. Please just stay still."

"Okay, okay," Jungkook murmured reassuringly, not making any more attempts to move. "We'll stay here until he leaves, okay? It'll be alright."

The kid was right. Everything would be okay. Bogum would come in, go to a table tucked away from the crowd, and leave the path to the bar's exit open. Taehyung wouldn't have to see his vindictive, spiteful ex who wanted nothing more to tear his entire world to pieces.

It took nine months to figure out, but that was Bogum's goal all along. He never really cared for Taehyung outside of his body; no, Taehyung was just an object to use until he exacted revenge on someone else.

"What is he doing?" Taehyung asked, keeping his eyes trained on Jungkook. He noted a thin line of red on his cheek, a crusty scab that didn't look too good. If it wasn't cleaned properly, it was going to scar.

"I don't know who I'm looking for," the younger replied, brushing his hair off of his forehead.

Ah. Right. Most people in the industry knew who Park Bogum was, but as always, Jungkook seemed to be missing some crucial details.

"He's tall, with dark hair parted in the middle. He's wearing a navy suit," he explained, watching as the younger's eyes flitted around the scene behind Taehyung. 

The moment Jungkook found Bogum, his lips parted as his breath puffed out. "Wow. He's good looking."

Taehyung nodded in confirmation. The only good thing about his ex was that he was good looking. 

"He has this uptight, bitchy look about him, though. The guy hasn't smiled once," Jungkook continued, bringing his attention back to Taehyung. There was an odd sparkle in his eyes. "What was sex with him like? Did his expression ever change? Did he even moan?"

The whiplash the younger gave him was never-ending. One second the boy was serious and fearful, and the next he's . . . this.

"Jungkook," he warned, not wanting to have one of these sparring sessions now. He needed to focus.

Although focusing was proving to be quite difficult as his mind played out every catastrophic scenario that could happen here.

"I don't know, Taehyung. The guy doesn't look like he was a very attentive lover."

All his focus honed in on the boy between his arms. "What are you doing? Why are you talking about this now?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully and crossed his arms securely over his chest. "Oh, relax. I'm distracting you. Your body is all rigid and shit, and a bystander might get the wrong impression. Especially if they were to notice the gun sticking out of your pants. So look at me and talk to me. Calm down."

Taehyung realized what the younger was attempting to do: he was offering up their banter as a coping mechanism. A distraction to their current predicament, even if he didn't fully understand how bad things were. Jungkook was trying to help in his own way.

"You don't exactly calm me down, Jungkook," he said at last, attempting to loosen his shoulders. But hunched over the younger like this, hands against the wall, he probably looked rather menacing. 

"Oh, no?" Jungkook challenged, bringing one of his hands up to flick under Taehyung's chin. "Do I get you excited? You know, maybe you and I should just fuck. Get it all out of our systems. What do you say?"

Taehyung had to concentrate very hard on Jungkook's left eyebrow so his mind didn't wander. But the more he tried to suppress his thoughts, the more forcefully they pushed back. And then he was left recalling his thoughts from earlier, with Jungkook pressed against a wall, defenseless, and legs spread.

Just like he was now.

"Are you always this horny? Is sex the only thing you think about?" Taehyung forced himself to say, trying to erase any and all inappropriate musings from his head.

"I'd say I'm the normal amount of horny. And for your information, no, sex is not all I think about. You see, as of late, I've been thinking about how my family was murdered and how I'm on the run and -"

"Okay, enough." 

Jungkook wore a small smile, his lips turning upwards marginally. His bottom lip was particularly pouty, sporting a soft and pretty pink color. 

"Oh, no," the younger faltered, drawing Taehyung's eyes back up. 

Taehyung couldn't believe he'd been staring at the kid's mouth, the mouth that irked him more than anything. "What? What's wrong?"

Jungkook was staring at something over Taehyung's shoulder, but no matter his curiosity, Taehyung would not turn around. 

"I made eye contact with your guy," the younger admitted, eyes wide and barely blinking.

"You what?"

"Yup," Jungkook confirmed to himself, "he's looking at me. Smiling. Well, attempting to smile. Fuck, it's so fake. Don't tell me you fell for that shit."

This was not good.

"Jungkook," Taehyung warned again, but his tone was not threatening at all. 

The younger kept going. "He's narrowing his eyes at me -"

Taehyung banged his fist against the wall. "You're still fucking looking at him?"

" - he probably thinks you're cornering me in?"

That stopped Taehyung from hitting the wall again. "What?"

But Jungkook didn't have something to say for once. Instead, he smoothed his hands over Taehyung's hips, holding him with a sure grip. And then he drew Taehyung closer, nestling him in between his legs.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung choked out, his mouth very close to the younger's cheek.

"Put your arms around me," Jungkook ordered, ignoring his question and squeezing his waist.

"What? No."

"Will you stop being difficult?" The boy whispered into Taehyung's ear, his tone surprisingly demanding. "You said it yourself. Lovers are less suspicious. It's a cover-up. So unless you want this guy to think you're assaulting me, put your fucking arms around my waist."

Without further argument, Taehyung did as instructed. He wrapped his arms around Jungkook's lean waist, clasping his hands together behind his back. Did he think this was a good cover-up? Fuck no. But what other options did he have?

"Is he still looking?" Taehyung asked, taking a step closer to whisper into the boy's ear.

"Yup," the younger replied nonchalantly, though his thumbs were rubbing comforting circles over Taehyung's hip bones.

"Fuck." This was it. This was going to be the beginning of the end for Taehyung.

"What does this guy have on you? Who is he to send you - a person with guns - into a meltdown?"

Guns wouldn't protect Taehyung when it came to his ex. Bogum had much more than firearms in his arsenal . . . He had power. And it was the power Taehyung feared the most.

"He knows too much about me and my past. He'd sell me out in an instant if he knew I was here. And now that he's seen your face . . ."

Jungkook nodded his head like he understood, but in no world could he really understand the danger they were in. Clueless, unorganized attackers could be avoided. Not without effort and diligence, but it could be done. But people with vendettas, people who were cunning and ruthless . . . Those were the people Taehyung truly feared.

"Then let's find somewhere to hide," Jungkook offered, his hands never stopping their glide over Taehyung's hips. "Let's . . . Fuck. He's coming this way."

"No. I can't have him come over here. I can't - What the fuck are you doing?"

A pair of soft, warm lips attached themselves to Taehyung's neck, planting gentle kisses right below his ear. 

"He's watching me right now," Jungkook breathed against his skin, lips tickling the lobe of Taehyung's ear. "He's close, but has stopped to watch the show."

Taehyung's mind was screaming to push the boy away, but at the same time, he worried that would draw even more attention. So he just stood there, trying to calm the erratic thumping of his heart.

Jungkook kissed down Taehyung's neck again, moving slowly as he covered all exposed territory. "Was he into exhibitionism or something? He can't stop watching."

Taehyung sunk his teeth into his lip, biting hard so he wouldn't let out any guttural noises. "Stop. Jungkook. Please."

"I love the sound of you begging," the younger chuckled, lips opening up over Taehyung's skin and sucking.

All instincts in Taehyung's body begged him to toss his head back, to provide more access to his neck. And fuck, he wanted to do it, too. It had been years since he was touched like this - since Bogum touched him like this - and his hormones were throwing a celebratory party for the occasion. 

But this was not the time or the place, or with a person he wanted to do any of this with.

Tell that to his intimacy starved body.

As Jungkook's mouth worked over his neck - kissing and sucking and licking - Taehyung's arms involuntarily tightened around the younger's small waist. His feet involuntarily stepped closer, and his hips involuntarily pressed against his charge's.

Everything happening here was completely involuntary.

"You like this, angel?" Jungkook intoned huskily, his light voice suddenly deeper than usual. "Does this feel good?"

"Don't call me that," Taehyung demanded, but his words were so breathy that no one would be intimidated by them. "I'm not your angel."

Jungkook's mouth moved to his Adam's apple, kissing there before edging north. "Well, you're protecting me, right? That makes you just like a guardian angel."

Taehyung was robbed of breath as the younger's hand came up to hold his face, all while his lips moved along his jaw. This was too much, too intoxicating. This needed to stop before he was tempted to do something he'd undoubtedly regret.

He couldn't do this with a person he felt compelled to keep safe. He couldn't do this with a person he didn't trust, a person he wanted off his hands as soon as possible. He couldn't do this, even if it was a great distraction. 

"Jungkook -"

"Okay, we're good. He just left," the younger stated, immediately releasing Taehyung and pulling back. 

Taehyung's hands began to loosen from Jungkook's shirt. Funny, but he didn't remember grabbing it in the first place. "Is he gone? Are you sure?"

"Yeah. He left with that girl who offered to buy us a drink."

A heavy sigh of relief passed through Taehyung's lips and he nearly rested his forehead against Jungkook's shoulder. Thankfully he came to his senses, however, and let go of the boy.

Jungkook remained leaning against the wall, and he crossed his arms over his chest once more. His lips were pinker than before. Puffier, too.

"Your neck is sensitive, isn't it angel?" He smirked, his eyes darker than before. "I think you really enjoyed that."

Without answering the boy, Taehyung slowly turned and surveyed their surroundings for Bogum. After a few moments, he determined his ex had left. Even still, it wasn't safe to stay. They needed to get back to their hotel room.

"Alright, let's get out of here," he said to the younger, taking hold of his arm and leading them out. Each step was calculated, ensuring no other problems presented themselves. 

Jungkook pressed himself against Taehyung's side, his mouth close to his ear. "So eager to get back, are we? Did I get you that riled up?"

"That was nothing," Taehyung replied gruffly, finally reaching the door and stepping outside. He took much-needed breaths of fresh air and let go of the younger.

Jungkook walked alongside him as they headed into the hotel, an odd energy causing him to bounce. "Sure. Nothing. And when I look at your pants, I'll pretend to see nothing rather than that boner you have going on there."

Heat rushed to Taehyung's cheeks, embarrassed to be outed so quickly. He had hoped the younger wouldn't realize his touches got him so aroused, but that dream was far fetched. But could Taehyung be held accountable for his body's reaction? Was he expected not to be affected when a silky, hot mouth was sucking on his neck like that?

It just made him imagine how that mouth would feel on other parts of his body.

When Taehyung didn't answer, Jungkook kept going, unable to be quiet for just one moment. "Told you my mouth could do a lot of things, angel. I bet you're excited to work with me now."

"You're just a brat I have to deal with," Taehyung gritted out, punching the elevator button repeatedly.

The doors opened then, allowing him to stalk inside and hit the button for their floor.

Jungkook ambled in after him, looking quite content with himself. He didn't talk, but the smug expression he wore spoke volumes. And somehow, that irritated Taehyung more than when the younger was running that mouth.

It was a quiet minute as the elevator carried them to their floor, with both boys lost to their own thoughts. Taehyung was fuming, but this time, his anger was directed at himself. Again, he had so many slip-ups today alone that could've gotten Jungkook or him killed. But was that what he was focusing on?

No.

Instead, he replayed the events at the bar, specifically the part when Jungkook started kissing his neck. And he hated himself for wanting more. 

"Fuck."

"What's that, angel?" Jungkook grinned at him, seemingly knowing he was grating on Taehyung's nerves even more.

The doors opened then, and Taehyung strode out in an eager rush to get to the room. He was in desperate need of a shower, wanting to drown away all memories of the younger's mouth on his skin.

"I'm done for today," Taehyung announced, pushing open their door and kicking off his shoes. "I'm off duty. If you get yourself in trouble again, well, good luck. But I've done enough for you today."

He went into the bathroom, flinging off his shirt and moving to close the door. Before the latch could catch, however, Jungkook snuck his hand in between.

"I saved your ass back in that bar. Don't say I've never done anything for you," he stated, pushing the door open more. "And I've clearly gotten you . . . excited. So, all in all, I say it was a productive day."

"If you didn't storm out of here in the first place, none of those things would've happened!" Taehyung retorted, turning on the shower and praying it warmed up fast.

Jungkook leaned against the door frame, confidence oozing out of his every pore. "Well, if you weren't such a dick, maybe I wouldn't have needed to leave."

Steam started filling up the room, signaling the shower was ready. So Taehyung rounded on the younger, getting close enough to push on his chest lightly. 

"Can I please have just ten minutes without you? Ten minutes. That's all I'm asking for."

Jungkook rolled his eyes but thankfully stepped back from the door. He took hold of the knob, slowly starting to grant Taehyung his privacy. But before that happened, he left with one parting remark.

"Nice neck."

The door slammed closed, and then Taehyung was instantly at the mirror, wiping away the steam on the glass. His eyes widened in horror as he ran his fingertips over the tender flesh, gasping at the slight sensitivity.

He was going to kill Jungkook.

Because there on his neck, displayed for the whole fucking world to see, were a series of bright red hickeys.

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》 V A L E N W R I T I N G 《

Heh, so that happened. 

I can't wait until you guys know what's going on (partly, at least), then come back to these chapters and are like OH! Soon. I promise!

What was your favorite part of the chapter?! Mine was (yet again), the endless back and forth between these two.

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