Taehyung was far from being fine. True to the order. His both legs were broken and he was locked in a full black room with gold, like whole mansion.

But, the beauty didn't faig taehyung as he stared at the black wall with no emotions.

After 3 years, he finally saw a smile, although small but a smile on his hyung's face and at that moment, taehyung thought that maybe. Maybe it's the turning point. The point where they could finally go back in time and maybe talk? Yoongi smile at him. Hug him? But no. Look at where his day dreaming got him. In an unknown bed, with an unknown married partner, legs broken and dumped in an awkward way . Bleeding wounds and appearing bruises and no one to care for.

Surely, a doctor was called after he was dumped in the room with no chance of running away as the windows have bars and the door was locked with no other way out. A bell was given to taehyung to ring if he needs anything. But what does he needs? Except...

His legs and his freedom.

"Kookie..." He whispered out cause despite his condition, the one person he's worried about is junkook. Taehyung feels scared thinking about junkook and yoongi being alone in the house. They could literally kill each other or maybe more like, yoongi killing junkook- no. No. NO! that's a big no! His child. His kid. The person he feed by his own hand. The only one for whom he lived for. For whom his heart beats for. Taehyung couldn't bear the thought of it. The thought of something happening to junkook let alone force a shiver to runs down taehyung's spine.

The second thing taehyung is worried about, what his brothers must be facing, everyone must think he runs away. Junkook must blame Suran and his hyung, yoongi must be worried? Maybe more like angry and all taehyung could hope is for junkook to be sensible enough to stay away and avoid Yoongi at all cost like he always do but knowing junkook. He won't sit back down and that's makes a smile cross taehyung's face.

At least, someone looking for him. Gives him hope to survive the hell hole he found himself in. No matter what the reason of his kidnapping, the hope of living for junkook provides him with a power to continue and find a way out but at the moment. Taehyung needs some time and a plan, especially, when he's unable to move his legs from knee below.

The room door opened making taehyung looks at it with wide scared eyes. The same man who is now his husband enters the room. He glance at taehyung who sit upright with a pained expression and looks at his husband with hawk eyes.

J-hope, walks to the room that seems to be the bathroom. Taehyung watched as his husband didn't closed the bathroom door and instead opened the large wardrobe and take out a bathrobe. And went to take a shower.

Taehyung lowered his eyes and sigh. Soon, J-hope comes out of the bathroom wearing the bathrobe and wet hair.

He walks to his dresser and grabs a deodorant, wearing it, while glancing at taehyung time to time, who has sitting in the same way, looking in a trace.

"Shouldn't you greet your husband when he comes? Or, I have to teach these etiquettes to you?" J-hope ask as he ruffles his hairs and turned to look at taehyung who sat with no emotions and movements.

"I asked you a question!" J-hope growled but taehyung was so lost in his thought, to notice him.

"You fucker!" In anger, J-hope grabbed a perfume bottle placed on his dresser and throw it at taehyung. The bottle broke due to the hitting force against taehyung's shoulder making taehyung comes out of his trace and grab his left shoulder with his right hand. He looks up at J-hope with fearful wide eyes.

"Don't you dare give me that look!" J-hope growled again as he grab another expensive bottle and throw it at taehyung but this time, taehyung dug to save himself. A small scream left his lips at the sound of loud shattering near him.

"P-please-!!" Taehyung couldn't help the tears that left his eyes. He was so tired and sick of all the abuse.

All this shattering and the dark look in his husband's eyes made him reminds of that night.

And so, he placed both his hands together in a begging position. "P-please-..."

The anger vanished in j-hope's eyes and a look of curiousness cross his face. He never expected for the boy to break this early.

Taehyung looks down as tears still spill from his eyes. His legs broken and left shoulder bleeding. Fresh bruises on his face and whole body, whip marks. Black under the eyes and pale colour with dried blood on the corner of his lips.

The boy looked beautiful in j-hope's eyes. These tears... Oh God.

J-hope felt content seeing the boy begging in front of him. No doubt, he wanted revenge but this revenge is so much beautiful than he ever imagined.

And he can't to see more tears of cry.

(That makes me remember, my story- Tears of war. If you hadn't read it yet, then go and do give it a try. I am sure you guys will not be disappointed.)

While being in a trace, J-hope walks to taehyung who has tarted to go in a full panic mode.

Just as J-hope was in arms reach, taehyung felt black spots appear in front of his eyes. He stared up at j-hope's eyes, with his tear filled eyes. "p-... Ah ...."

Taehyung couldn't breath as his own hands grab his neck, trying to reach whatever is holding or restricting his air way but there was nothing, except his own hands and as J-hope eyes witness, taehyung body fell backward.

With his fast instincts, J-hope held taehyung now unconscious body. His eyes never leaving the pale face of the boy, he so forcefully married with.

J-hope played taehyung's body on the bed and sits besides him. His right hand beside taehyung's head that he had placed on the pillow and with his left hand, he trace the tear strains from the boy's face as a physopath smirk cross his face.

"Beautiful..., utterly beautiful. Unfortunately, I am addicted to it, already."

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P.S: And the road ahead will definitely not be a sweet one.

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