A few days flowed by, and Jungkook and Taehyung had found their peace.

Jae Wook was in prison, waiting to be transferred to his regular cell that would become his home for the rest of his life.

So many cases closed with his arrest. Jung Jeo Soon, the fake police officer from Daegu who had stolen Park Jin Hae’s identity, was caught as well since the police forced Jae Wook to spill all the names of his accomplices. He had indeed killed the real Park Jin Hae, and the police just yesterday found his body buried in the mountains with Jeo Soon’s instructions.

Seo Ju Hyun, the detective who was in charge of Taehyung’s parents’ murder case, turned out to be dead in his isolated cottage for months. Jae Wook confessed to killing him, saying it was because he discovered Ju Hyun kept searching for the truth of his team’s death. He also confessed to killing his team.

They already knew he was the one behind Jeosun’s death, though they still pressed for his confession to this murder as well.

And finally, Jungkook and his family got the closure they were thirsting to find. They gave Kang Ho the justice he deserved. They visited his grave, left him a variety of flowers, and told him he could rest in peace now.

. . .

Jungkook, arrayed in a casual cashmere sweater and black jeans, leaned against the back of the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. He had been waiting for Taehyung to find something to wear for over thirty minutes now, and his patience was running out.

Just as he was about to check on him, a door clicked open. He locked his gaze on the hallway and his brows slid upwards when Taehyung popped into his vision. “Don’t you think wearing a suit is too much?”

Taehyung glanced down at his attire. “You don’t like it?”

“You’re gorgeous no matter what you wear, baby. But we’re just meeting my parents for dinner. No need to be so formal.”

Taehyung’s now puppy eyes lifted to him, then dropped along with his shoulders as he released a shivery sigh. “I’m nervous, okay? I want to look perfect for your parents.”

His fidgety demeanor pulled a smile from Jungkook, and with a few slow strides of his legs, he stood right in front of him. He positioned a hand on Taehyung’s cheek, holding it with immense affection — the same emotion that spilled from his eyes. “You’ve met my mother already. You know her.”

“Yeah, obviously I’m talking about your father who hates me,” he spoke through sulky lips, a constant complaint coloring his tone. His eyes sprang to him at the sound of his adorable chuckle, though his attention shifted to the hand on his cheek that got dangerously close to his neat, styled hair. “Don’t.” He snatched his wrist before he could smooth his hair back. “You’ll ruin my hair.”

Another snort leaped out of Jungkook’s throat. “Fine, fine.” He instead cupped both of his cheeks and smashed a long kiss on his lips. “Why do you think my father hates you, though?”

“He doesn’t know me at all, Jungkook. He only knows me as a criminal. As Jin Mo’s best.”

Jungkook spectated the persistent gloom that was glued to his astonishing traits and sighed softly. “My father proposed this dinner, Tae. He wants to meet you.”

Taehyung’s brows shot up with the widening of his eyes. “Really?”

Unable to resist his adorable countenance, Jungkook planted a row of sweet kisses to his lips. “Yes. He wants to thank you. We were able to find the Umbra because of you.”

“Yeah, and it turned out to be my hyung all along.” Taehyung couldn’t conceal the bitterness in his voice.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that we found him. And I told you. You’re not at fault in any way. You didn’t know.”

Taehyung nodded slowly, holding onto his waist. “Let’s go. I don’t want to be late.”

“Stop worrying,” Jungkook said with a playful snarl and attacked his lips with a rain of kisses. Even when he accomplished his mission to make Taehyung laugh, he resumed his kiss attack until he couldn’t contain his chuckles anymore.

“I love you, Kookie. You’re the sweetest.”

“And I love you too.”

 
The ride was pleasant despite the gnawing spikes of anxiety that often pricked Taehyung’s chest.

They barely stood for two seconds outside the door before it swung open and a grinning Sa Rang appeared.

“Taehyung!” she screeched as she crushed him into her hug.

Jungkook admired the spectacle and could only smile. Though, he chose to tease his mother about it as well. “You haven’t seen me for days, but sure, hug Taehyung first.”

Both recognized the lilt of jest in his voice and chuckled as they drew apart. Sa Rang embraced her son, too. “You have competition now, so you better be a good son because I’ll love him more than you.”

Jungkook huffed. “I already love him more than you,” he quipped with obvious jibe.

“Yah!” Sa Rang smacked his shoulder lightly.

With Taehyung’s melodious giggle that rippled around them, the other two laughed as well and proceeded to the dining room.

Any trace of mirth fell from Taehyung’s face as his eyes landed on Seung Heon’s figure that was standing beside the table. He held his hands together and folded into an extremely polite bow. “Hello, sir.”

Seung Heon just eyed him as the younger man straightened his stance, still holding his hands, but firmer now.

“Seung Heon, honey, don’t scare him off,” Sa Rang said sweetly as she laid her hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry, it wasn’t my intention.” The sharp features of his face mellowed with the smile that cut across it. “I was just thinking about how polite you are, Taehyung. I like it. But don’t feel pressured. I want you to be comfortable.” He extended his hand for a handshake.

Taehyung clasped it at once, cupping the back of his hand with his palm and bowing again.

“Tae. Chill,” Jungkook whispered as he walked past him. “It’s not like he’s the president or something,” he jested as he hugged his father, tapping his back, then retreated.

“He’s the chief of police and your father, which means he’s more important.” Taehyung’s remark quieted towards the end, his voice just above a whisper.

Seung Heon delighted in his murmuring words. “Thank you for thinking so highly of me. But as I said, don’t feel pressured. Make yourself at home.”

Taehyung nodded timidly. They took their seats, and Sa Rang removed the protective covers from the plates, revealing the mouthwatering dishes she had made for them.

“That’s so much food, mom. Who will eat all this?”

“We will. I rarely feed you now, so when I have the chance, I have to feed you well,” she chirped.

They continued with a lighthearted chat as they began eating. Although Taehyung barely said a few words at the beginning of the dinner, he felt more at ease as time passed. Seung Heon didn’t seem harsh at all, like he had imagined. Instead, he was very welcoming and even asked Taehyung various things, as if he truly wanted to get to know him.

Almost finished with his food now, Seung Heon erupted into laughter at the story Taehyung was narrating. It was about when he was living in the shelter, and specifically about his first ever attempt to steal. He was cautious about sharing it since he had the chief of police right across from him, but Seung Heon was the one who prompted him to share it.

Seung Heon sighed as his fit of chuckles toned down. “So it was a complete failure, huh?”

“You have no idea, Mr. Jeon. Of course, they realized I was about to rob them and they chased me for over thirty minutes. But I learned from that failure. Every failure is a lesson, right?”

Something somber clutched at Seung Heon’s chest at his last remark. It was something he often said to his team and his sons since he started working as a detective. But he stopped after Kang Ho died. After his failure to save his son, he couldn’t bring himself to spit out those words anymore.

Taehyung picked up on his sudden change and his face clouded over with worry. “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?”

Jungkook knew the reason for his father’s silence and an attempt at a smile surfaced on his face. “No, Tae. He’s just thinking about Kang Ho. ‘Every failure is a lesson,’ was something dad used to say a lot. Until Kang Ho died.”

“I’m so sorry,” Taehyung breathed, truly feeling such remorse that even his eyes stung with a thin layer of burning wetness.

“No, Taehyung, don’t apologize,” Seung Heon said, smiling. “I have accepted my mistakes. Although I can’t forgive myself, I have learned to live with them and never repeat them.”

Taehyung’s pained gaze jumped from Jungkook to Seung Heon and rested on him. “But... Mr. Jeon... It’s not your fault.”

Seung Heon raised his head, fixing his dismal eyes on him. “It is. I... forced him to keep searching. It is my fault.”

“Dad. Taehyung is right. It’s not. And I’m sorry for blaming you. I was just devastated.”

“Then who’s fault is it?” Seung Heon asked, though his voice sounded as if he were talking to himself.

Taehyung saw Jungkook’s eyes haze over with tears. He reached for his hand and held it tightly, letting them rest on his Jungkook’s thigh. “It’s the killer’s fault. Mr. Jeon, you just did your job. Jungkook did his job. Kang Ho did his job. And Jae Wook had planned a trap for him. No one could have guessed that.” The grave atmosphere weighed upon his shoulders, making them droop. He perceived everyone just stared at the table with a curtain of wistfulness hanging over their face.

“Even if Jae Wook didn’t kill him then, even if Mr. Jeon had listened to Kang Ho and told him to leave earlier, Jae Wook would have planned another trap for him. Because Kang Ho knew about the Umbra’s existence. So don’t blame yourself, Mr. Jeon. And don’t blame yourself either, Jungkook. It was something that was meant to happen because of Jae Wook. He’s the one to blame. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I grew up with that monster.”

A hush rose in the room as they reflected on his speech, giving themselves the needed time to digest everything.

Seung Heon was the first to raise his eyes to him. “Thank you, Taehyung. For everything you said. And for giving us the opportunity to catch that monster. I’m so glad you donʼt share the same blood with him. You’re such a kind man. Jungkook is lucky to have you.”

“And we’re lucky to have you in our lives as well,” Sa Rang chimed in, scrubbing the beads of tears that were clinging to her eyelashes.

“No, my dad is right,” Jungkook uttered, cupping his hand. “I’m the luckiest.”

“I’m pretty sure I am, though,” Taehyung said in a hushed tone as he smiled at him.

Feeling their ponderous hearts a ton lighter, they resumed bantering as they ate dessert.

 
It was a little while later when the two departed, saying their friends were waiting for them.

They met them at a bar in Songpa-gu and spent their time drinking and chatting without having a care in the world. Jungkook only drank a beer since he was in charge of driving, but he didn’t mind. It was the first time in years that he had so much fun with his friends without the alcohol’s help. And it was all because of the closure he finally found and his baby, of course. His wonderful, gorgeous baby.

They said their goodbyes a couple of hours later and drove to Jungkook’s house, where they had been living for the past four days. Although they hadn’t officially said they would move in together, no one dared to comment on it. Taehyung just brought more and more of his clothes to Jungkook’s house over the days, and no one commented on that either.

They simply didn’t want to part from each other, so they chose to enjoy it without questions.

Upon entering the house and shedding their coats, Taehyung seemed to lose the focus from his vision as a consuming contemplation broke out within him.

Jungkook detected his unfocused state and ringed his waist with an arm as he embraced his cheek. “What is it?”

Taehyung didn’t reply right away, as if he couldn’t push the words out of him. His eyes flitted in a dance of hesitation until they snagged on his face. “You know, I remember you had said you haven't gone into your hyung’s room since the day he died. Except for the time they broke into your house. And it was painful to be there.” He clawed at Jungkook’s sweater, bringing their bodies together.

“Now you have closure, baby. You’ll always miss him, of course, but... when you think of him, I really want you to remember only the good times and not blame yourself anymore because you couldn’t catch the killer then or because you couldn’t save him. I meant everything I said before. It’s not Seung Heon’s fault, and it’s not your fault.”

Jungkook circled his waist with both arms, the tips of his lips gently curving up. “I know.”

“Good. You gave Kang Ho the justice he deserved. Keep making him proud. Hmm?”

Jungkook nodded. “Thank you, Tae,” he whispered and leaned into him, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Why did you mention Kang Ho’s room, though?”

Taehyung let his hand roam on his back in soothing caresses. “I think... you should unlock his room’s door, Kookie. You should let yourself remember him, feel him close. You should let yourself feel the pain. Feel, so you can move forward. Feel, so you can smile the next time you remember him. It’s just my suggestion. I want you to do what you think is best, okay? Take your time. I won’t pressure you. I’ll be by your side at all times.”

Jungkook’s body tensed at the suggestion. It was something he hadn’t thought of doing since the day Kang Ho died. Taehyung’s caresses and sugary kisses on his neck, though, helped in mitigating the tension in his torso and the heaviness in his heart, that was created by the fear of letting himself feel, as Taehyung said.

Jungkook stepped back and just viewed him in silence. His heartbeat suddenly spiked and a flutter of anxiety vibrated in his gut. “Will you come with me?”

The softest of smiles bloomed on Taehyung’s features like a flower. “Of course.” He intertwined their fingers and gently tugged him towards the room.

Jungkook stood still in front of the door, staring at the key in the lock. His fingers crept closer until they held it weakly. He twisted his hand, unlocking it. He slid the door open and gazed at the dark room, which once was filled with vibrancy and laughter. His knees felt weak, and he couldn’t bring himself to make another step.

“I’m right here,” Taehyung reminded him in a whisper, squeezing his hand.

His tender voice and touch seemed to be everything Jungkook needed to muster up his courage to proceed. And he did. He flipped the light switch and just swept the room with his eyes, that unconsciously started to burn.

He shuffled to the bed, which had Kang Ho’s favorite navy blanket overlying it, and sank down, still grasping Taehyung’s hand. The memory of him, combined with the sight of all his belongings, nudged fast-flowing tears out of Jungkook that warmed his cheeks.

“I miss him, Tae,” he said through a choked sob as he folded in half, hiding his crying face in his palm.

“I feel you, baby. I feel you,” Taehyung let out shakily. His vision was already foggy with tears that eventually rolled down his cheeks as he gripped his nape and guided him into his embrace.

“Does it r-really get better?”

“It does. I promise it does.” Taehyung repeated the words tenderly when another sob spewed from Jungkook. “I’ll be right here to make it better. I promise that too.”

Jungkook cried in earnest, tucked into his hug. The only time he had cried for his hyung was the day he died. Since then, he had been repressing his agony, and it only surfaced again when Taehyung had told him that Jin Mo wasn’t the one who killed him.

The rill of his tears, accompanied by gasping breaths and shivering, escalated, and Taehyung only held him tighter. He cried with him, although it wasn’t his choice. Jungkook’s agony affected him as if it were his. And it was, in some way. It was, because his heart belonged to Jungkook. And whatever Jungkook was feeling, he was feeling it twice as much.

He occasionally offered him a tissue from the pack he had in his pocket to wipe his messy face and also used plenty of them himself. He didn’t speak a word, though; he let him feel and work his way through it because it was the only way he could truly move on.

With the passing of time, Jungkook’s body stopped shaking and his tears dried on his cheeks, but he didn’t withdraw from his warm embrace. He attempted to process his feelings first. It surprised him how redeeming his crying effusion seemed to be.

“Tae.”

Taehyung hummed a sweet sound, rubbing palliative strokes on his back.

“Do you want to cook something?”

The unforeseen question froze Taehyung’s muscles, then he pulled back enough to look at him. “Really?”

Jungkook gave a nod. “I know you’re full of all the food we ate at my parents’ house and we don’t have any ingredients...”

“No, no, I’m not full. Well, kinda, but I don’t care. And we’ll go buy everything right now,” Taehyung rushed to say, a sparkle of eagerness waltzing in his wet eyes.

“You’re so adorable, Tae.” Jungkook dabbed his lips at his forehead. “And amazing. And I love you.”

“I love you too. So much.” Taehyung closed the space between them, connecting their mouths in a loving kiss. The glide of their lips was slow and tender, just working to show how much he cherished him.

Jungkook kissed him back with the same affection. Even with the touch of their tongues, gentleness preponderated anything else. He simply luxuriated in the taste of him and the pleasurable slide of his lips, hands holding his face softly.

They broke apart simultaneously, sharing a chain of slow pecks. Their eyes met and their hearts leaped as if they were one. Maybe they already were.

“Angel,” Jungkook uttered, voice as gentle as a falling snowflake. “When I met you, your eyes reminded me of mysterious secrets ready to eat me alive if I even tried to unveil them. But now... Your eyes are like a safety net, soft and secure and prepared to hug me if I fall. To hold me and tuck me into a blanket of infinite love.”

Taehyung stared dumbly, puppy eyes growing bigger. “That’s... the sweetest thing anyone has said to me.”

Jungkook’s features brightened with the fond smile that sprawled over them. “I mean it. Nothing feels so scary with you by my side. So thank you. Thank you for coming to my life. And thank you for doing this with me. It really helped to just... cry in here.”

“I should thank you for forgiving me. It feels like a dream to be happy with you. And I don’t want this to end.” Taehyung strung their foreheads together, firming up his grip around him. “What do you want to cook?”

Jungkook hummed a contemplative sound. “Jjajangmyeon. My hyung loved it.”

“Perfect. I’m always in for jjajangmyeon.”

Jungkook released a chuckle at his cuteness and claimed his lips in a brief kiss. “I love you.”

“Me too. I love you, Kookie.”

They sealed their sugary words with another kiss, slow and savory, just lips slotting together with the faintest of pressure. They were so content after all the suffering they had gone through, and they couldn’t wait to create more joyous memories together.

Through the pain, lies, and ordeals along their way, the longing and love for each other reigned over everything else and brought them together.

And they would cherish the said love, always show it, and protect it for the rest of their lives.

🥀

Epilogue

   
⚠Attention⚠

[|The next part contains sexual content. If you're uncomfortable please skip and move to the ending notes|]

February, 2030

The big house Jungkook was living in now had a spacious yard with grass and a porch swing. It also had Taehyung’s stunning presence as he asked him to move in together seven years ago.

 
Taehyung walked into the room with dripping hair, wrapped up in a bathrobe, only to encounter Jungkook, who had also showered before him, sitting on the bed and reading a case. An unconscious sigh slipped from his throat as he shook his head. “That’s why you didn’t want to shower together? Because you wanted to work?”

Taehyung waited for a response, but got none. “Jungkook.” He tapped his foot against the floor, a wave of vexation passing through his chest. “Jungkook,” he repeated, more firmly this time.

“Hmm? What?” he asked without whisking his gaze away.

“You’re supposed to be getting ready. Do you really have to work today?”

“I’m not working,” he grumbled with a vexed moue. “I’m just reading.”

“Yeah, you’re reading a case. That’s work. Close that binder right now and get ready.”

“Just give me five more minutes,” Jungkook mumbled as he flipped a page.

“We agreed we wouldnʼt work today.”

“Well, youʼre a guard. You wonʼt be missed since theyʼll fill your place for today. But I have to figure this out. Something is missing.”

“It’s the wedding today. Get your ass off that bed now.”

“Just five minutes.”

Taehyung’s chest deflated with another sigh. A brilliant idea quickly leaped into his mind, causing his eyes to glisten. He unloosed the tangle around his bathrobe and slid it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He grabbed the tie he was going to wear later from the chair next to him and swiftly wore it in a loose knot.

“Okay,” Taehyung said sweetly. “Just do me a favor first. Tell me if you like this tie.”

Jungkook’s eyes ascended idly and anchored on him. His breath got stuck somewhere in his body and his jaw dropped. Taehyung stood there in all his naked glory with dripping hair and just a tie wrapped around his neck.

He had seen his naked body a million times over the past seven years, but fuck, it always felt like the first time. He was just that hot, that mesmerizing, that... perfect. Everything about that man was perfect. He felt like he was drooling, and his cock most certainly did.

In a split second, he flung the binder to the side and scrambled to get off the bed, then pounced on him. He pushed him against the wall, careful not to hurt his head, and punched his mouth with his own.

He kissed him fervently, his hands traveling over his smooth skin, caressing, groping, just feeling him. A churning of sucking sounds and throaty moans wafted around them as Jungkook stuffed his mouth full with his tongue, tasting every inch.

Taehyung thrust him against his body and rubbed his aching erection on him, clawing at his nape. He felt Jungkook’s mouth drift to his neck and suck his flesh with hungry passion.

“I want to take you so bad right now,” Jungkook said with a groan, his rapid breath skidding across the sensitive skin of his neck.

“Do it. Fuck me, Kookie,” he moaned. “But no foreplay and no prep. We don’t have time.”

“I have to prep you first.”

Taehyung got hold of his wrist and lifted his leg, pressing his foot against Jungkook's waist. He guided his hand to his hole and forced three of his fingers into him.

Jungkook gasped quietly at the easy and extremely slippery slide of his fingers into his hole. “Fuck, did you finger yourself in the shower?”

“Yes,” he let out between moans as Jungkook’s fingers nudged at his prostate with their circling motion.

A guttural grunt poured from Jungkook’s throat, and he retracted his hand, shedding his bathrobe at light speed. He used the abundant lube from his fingers to slick his cock, pumping it just thrice. He grasped Taehyung’s leg and raised it again before he positioned his cock to his rim.

He penetrated him and filled him to the brim in one sharp thrust. He grasped his thigh and fucked him deep and rough without giving him time to adjust. His hole was loose enough, and he knew Taehyung relished the pain of stretch, so he didn’t hold back.

He nailed him with his cock repeatedly, his eyes zoomed in on him at all times, watching the pleasure and lust in his hooded gaze burn brighter and brighter. “So pretty, baby. Hyung’s so fucking good for me.”

Taehyung’s mouth was hanging open, spilling his moans and stupid sounds of ecstasy. His grip on each side of his neck tightened as the pleasure built higher, his body shuddering by the ferocity of Jungkook’s thrusts. “Always good for Kookie. Fuck, don’t stop, ruin me, Kookie.”

The rutting of Jungkook’s hips intensified as his face wrung into a frown of utter bliss. He felt ablaze with want, nearly drunk from how much he craved this man. This man who was taking his cock so well, who was releasing the prettiest and sexiest sounds for him, and looking like a sex God.

“Shit, hyung, you’re a fucking dream,” Jungkook muttered as he continued to plunge into his ass, the swollen tip striking his prostate roughly.

Taehyung tossed his head back with a sonorous moan, ramming it against the wall, but the pain from the clash got lost in the echoes of rapture. “I—I’m cumming, cumming, baby, Kookie, for you, fuck.”

“That’s it, love,” Jungkook rasped, drilling him onto his cock harshly. “Cum for me. Cum on my cock untouched.” The lewd words that escaped his mouth festered the pool of warmth in his stomach until it ignited in a destructive firestorm. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, baby, ah, take it, hyung.”

Taehyung’s body convulsed with the first spurt of cum that flew from his cock, making a mess of both since the said cock flailed by Jungkook’s unrelenting shoves.

Brows firmly knitted together, Jungkook’s moans escalated and became high-pitched as he pounded him speedily. A few seconds later, he painted his walls with his hot cum and hammered him once more, keeping his cock balls deep into him to stuff his cum in the deepest parts of his hole.

Both panted, grappling for air, as they peered at each other. Jungkook swallowed past his dry throat and his lips stretched unconsciously into a loving smile as he marveled at his beauty. “Let’s screw Jimin’s and Yoongi’s wedding and get married ourselves. Like right now.”

Taehyung flinched at the one hundred percent unexpected statement, his chest still waving rapidly. “What?” Astonishment anxiously melded with disbelief and a dreg of excitement rippled about his face. “I’m the best man, Jungkook.”

“Seokjin can take your place.”

“Are you seriously asking me to marry you while I still have your cum in my ass?”

His inquiry wrenched a chuckle out of Jungkook as he tilted his head down. He released his hold on his leg and lowered it. “Yes, Tae. Marry me right now.”

Taehyung hissed at the burning in his bottom, but savored the feel of Jungkook’s cum dripping down his thighs. He always found it so hot. Before he allowed himself to get swept away by his bawdy thoughts that would make him hard again in a heartbeat, he focused his regard on Jungkook. “I can’t ditch my best friends’ wedding. But I’ll marry you right after.”

Hopeful content exploded onto Jungkook’s face. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Taehyung said through chuckles of fondness. He riveted his hands on his waist and fused their sticky bodies, then delicately peppered kisses on his cherry lips. “Fuck, Sa Rang will never forgive us if we do this behind her back.”

“We’ll tell her,” Jungkook answered, his words muffled as he let them out against his lips. He held Taehyung’s cheek, smoothing his thumb across it, as he lightly sucked on his bottom lip. “We’ll tell everyone. I just want to marry you.”

“And you chose this day to blurt this out?” Taehyung teased, his smirk carving its shape against his mouth as he kept kissing him.

“I got jealous, okay?” A slightly defensive rumble tinted his muted voice. “And you promised. You can’t take it back now.”

“Okay, okay,” Taehyung giggled. He set his hands on his shoulders and unwittingly pushed him back. “Now we have to shower again, I have to find another tie to wear, and we don’t have time, so move.”

Jungkook stole another peck, smiling, and rubbed their noses together. “Anything my baby wants.”

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The end.

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