"My smile fades away as soon as it appears."

01/01/21
Rewritten :: 02/10/24

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Please ignore the mistakes.
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Third person POV

Seokjin smiled softly looking at both the males, hugging each other at the wide space of the airport. His eyes fixed at his lover. Namjoon broke the hug, stealing a glance at his husband and looking back at the elder in front of him.

“Take care of Jin hyung and my baby melon, hyung. I am trusting you with my everything, okay?” The younger said, Seokjin rolling his eyes playfully as Yoongi smiled, nodding. 

“Of Course, Namjoon. You can go without any worries, Seokjin hyung and the little one is my responsibility.” Yoongi assured, patting Namjoon's shoulder, who looked worried as Seokjin stepped forward.

“C'mon Joonie, why are you so worried? You are only going for a month, we will be okay.” The man laughed, the other looking lovingly at his lover. As he pulled the elder into a tight hug, resting his head over Seokjin's shoulder. 

Feeling his heart grow tighter in his chest, Namjoon couldn't understand why he was restless. He had travelled for months for their mafia's work and company's welfare in the past too. But right at that moment, he wanted nothing but to hide his lover away and protect the little one growing inside him.

As Namjoon flattened his palm at Seokjin's tiny bump, comfortingly caressing, he sighed into Seokjin's neck, meeting eyes with Yoongi standing behind him at a distance. The elder read his worries like a pro as he nodded his head, blinking assuringly. The action brought out a smile from Namjoon. 

“Take care, darling.” He whispered, pretty dimples charming on his face as he pecked his husband's lips, the other breaking the hug and looking up at him with big sparkling eyes, a wide smile hugging Seokjin's lips. 

“You too, love. We love you.” Seokin uttered. Namjoon replied with equally love filled orbs. As they both waved goodbye to each other, The male looked at his husband's retreating back with longing eyes as Seokjin blinked his unshed tears away quickly. 

“Let's go, hyung.” The mafia's brother, behind him silently waiting for him. As Jin let a wide smile curl on his lips, throwing his arm around Yoongi's shoulder, he grinned at him.

“I am hungry.” Jin squealed, Yoongi sparing him a glance as he shook his head, walking toward the car, “Okay.” 

He dismissed but a smack was thrown over his head, he looked wide eyed at the elder, offended, Seokjin matching his expressions, “What? I am hungry, C'mon, take me somewhere nice.” The elder uttered, Yoongi rolling his eyes.

“Why would I—

“Because I am your responsibility.” Jin uttered and Yoongi was already looking for ways to bring back Namjoon and switch positions as he groaned lowly in his throat, stopping in front of their car. 

“What? Aren't you baby's favourite uncle? The champ is hungry.” Yoongi's eyes softened, stealing a glance at Jin's tiny bump, and a small smile appeared on his lips. Nodding his head silently, Jin clapped his hands. 

Opening the door to slide himself in the passenger seat, a wide black bag was placed over there but even before Jin could reach for it, Yoongi silently took the hold of it, tossing it away on the back seat, “It's heavy.” 

Seokjin smiled, slipping in the passenger seat as they both fastened their seat belts, Jin flinching when Yoongi threw a packet of snacks in his lap, looking confused at the other.

“This is for until we reach a restaurant.” Yoongi muttered, the elder cooing loudly at him as a red hue hugged his cheeks, starting the car.

“You are so caring..” 

“That's not for you but the baby, hyung. We can't keep the champ hungry.” Yoongi said, Jin giggling at his expressions as he opened the snacks and munched on them.

“You are going to have a cute uncle, baby. I think I know who is going to spoil you the most. The baby's going to climb on your shoulder and pull on your hair, Yoongi.” Jin uttered, Yoongi looking straight at the road as a small whisper left his lips. “He wouldn't dare. I will yeet him away.” 

He whispered, unable to stop himself from imagining a bundle of joy sitting on his shoulder, a tiny fist curled in his locks, a toothless smile and the tiny human bubbling in pink hue.

“Whatever you say, Yoongi uncle.” Jin laughed, as Yoongi tried his hardest to hide the small smile curled on his lips exposing his gums, feeling giddy in his bones at the thought of being an uncle. 

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The male pushed his blonde locks away from his forehead, wet hand making a few strands stick on his skin as the male softly hummed to himself. 

Loud laughters filled the space of the kitchen, looking back he felt himself smiling too, soft eyes gazing at Jinyoung and Yeonjun bickering over something.  

It had been a week since his breakdown in front of the mafia and even though Taehyung received no answers from Jungkook, he felt calmer than before. His heart hurt a little less every time he crossed paths with the raven. 

The blonde shook his head at the bickering, turning his focus to the running water in front of him, soapy palms cleaning a few dirty dishes resting in the sink. 

Throughout his whole life, Taehyung had grown used to having his hopes broken. He grew up used to being hurt by his father and friends and a few people he recognised as his family. 

The blonde sadly smiled to himself as he let his brain wander off to the memories of his childhood and remembered those lonely nights he had cried himself to sleep.

The blonde had hoped to spend his life happily with Jungkook after their marriage, he wanted to love and be loved by his lover, Taehyung silently chuckled mockingly at his own self, realising how foolish he was for thinking about days where he would cuddle in Jungkook's embrace and cook dinner together. 

Taehyung's eyes refused to watered as he forced them to focus on the chore. A long sigh passed his mouth as he bit on his lips, after being abused for twenty four years of his life out of twenty eight, he had learned many things people didn't give thought to.

The blonde remembered the home school teacher who had taught him to always be positive toward his life events, he memorised all the quotes his teacher would tell him, always saying that if he hoped for good things, a happy end would definitely find him.

But now when Taehyung looked back at the events of his lifeline, he came to realise that finding something positive in your bad time or bad days wasn't something that was keeping him going but it was acceptance. 

Taehyung remembered one such lonely night as his drunk father struck him on his back and he forced his mind to come up with a good thought, something positive, anything that would make him believe that yes this would end but he could find nothing, crying and begging for the abuse to stop. 

But the day when his father was delivering hits after hits at him, the blonde didn't force his mind to find the memories of a good day but he just accepted everything. Accepting that this was bound to happen and he had no control over this, he accepted that there were bad days, there were lonely nights. 

Accepted that his own father hated him and he couldn't control his emotions, he couldn't make the man love him as a son, as a human being. Closing his eyes and waiting for the old man's actions to come to halt. 

It hurt, it was hurting equal to the other day but on that night, Taehyung wasn't tired of crying, his throat wasn't burning and his heart definitely wasn't guilty of making his father angry. 

After the breakdown and all the crying he did in front of Jungkook and receiving no answers from the raven, Taehyung realised that the raven didn't feel anything toward him, accepting it with his painfully throbbing heart. 

Taehyung accepted the fact that Jungkook had nothing to do with him and no matter what he did Jungkook wouldn't love him. He couldn't change the way Jungkook felt toward him. He couldn't change the mafia but change himself.

Not crying anymore about his situation but rather accept it, ignoring the way his heart hurt. And ignoring how he was always under threat of being killed and having broken bones. 

But wasn't he having the same life before too. Living under threat of being abused and facing angry people who hated him. What changed? 

His hopes— Before he had a tiny hope in his heart that his life would change, he would find love but now, there were no hopes. The answer made his eyes burn, a sad smile rolling over his features.

After living for almost a month here, the blonde had gotten a good knowledge about the guards working here. Everyone who worked for Jungkook was smart and sharp and Taehyung was one hundred percent sure that even if he managed to run away from here, these people would track him in minutes. 

And for god's grace, if the mafia couldn't track him, his father would. A shiver running down the blonde's spine at the scenario of what his father would do if he ruined that man's reputation or brought him trouble. 

But what the younger male couldn't understand was Jungkook's intentions, the mafia brought him here for his revenge but Taehyung couldn't understand how the mafia was taking his revenge. 

Yoongi hurted him only once and Jungkook hadn't raised his hand at him but only hurted him through his actions. Betraying him. Humiliating him. Making him stand in the cold shower. Making him do the chores around his floor. 

All the things the mafia did was to him, what was his father's involvement. How was Jungkook hurting Mr. Kim in all of this? Taehyung felt himself frowning as he kept the last dish carefully, wiping his hands with the apron he was wearing and taking it off.

Turning around, he sat down on one of the kitchen stools near the island, he swayed his legs, thinking, blonde locks falling down over his eyes and a pout adoring his strawberry lips. What was the mafia upto? 

“Hyung..” Taehyung flinched at the call, turning his head toward the younger guard, Jinyoung smiled, “What are you thinking about?” 

The male uttered as the blonde shook his head, eyes widening at Yeonjun trailing behind the guard with a glass full of water as he pushed the younger guard down, gasping when Yeonjun threw the water that fell on him, his dried clothes now wet. 

Jinyoung gasped with an open mouth and standing straight to face Taehyung, Yeonjun quickly put the glass away and handed a clean towel to the blonde, many apologies on his lips. 

“S-sorry hyung, I-I am so sorry.” The man stuttered as Jinyoung helped Taehyung wipe his face who stood up and glared at Yeonjun, the guard bowing apologetically, repeatedly. 

Jinyoung chewed on his lips nervously, glancing in between the duo, smiling when watched Taehyung's expressions melting, his eyes softening and a giggle escaped his lips as he picked up a bottle of water and emptied it over Yeonjun’s head, the young guard gasping for breath, surprised. 

As both Taehyung and Jinyoung broke down into loud happy laughters, a pout adoring Yeonjun’s face. He whined and soon the kitchen's floor was splashed with water here and there, the three of them wet, their locks sticking to their forehead as loud happy noises filled the space. 

The blonde filled a large jar with water, grinning from ear to ear as he tiptoed toward Jinyoung and Yeonjun, standing by the kitchen island, wet and tired by all the running and laughing. 

As he took his lips between his teeth and many giggles passed out of his mouth, raising the jar and splashing the water at them when their eyes met him, they both bent down, quick reflexes coming in use as the whole jar emptied on the man standing behind. 

Taehyung's eyes widened and his mouth hung open, the male's smile disappearing and he hid himself behind Jinyoung with the speed of lightning, who looked equally worried and scared. 

Ear piercing silence fell in the room as the elder male looked down at himself, his wet clothes and ruined shoes, the male wiped his face with the use of his palm, pushing his long raven wet locks away, he glared at the three of them. Pulling the lip piercing with his tongue in utter annoyance as his narrowed angry charcoal eyes met the sacred gaze of those caramel orbs. 

Taehyung standing wide eyed, resembling a deer caught in light, Jungkook's glare haunting. 

“The fuck is happening here?” The mafia growled low in his throat, syllables so low and deep, the younger gulping down the saliva down his throat, taking in the raven's appearance, tucked in formal suit and pants.

As Jungkook raised his arm, reaching out for the blonde who stepped back from the guard, Jungkook glared at him, pushing Jinyoung away, he again tried reaching for Taehyung, the younger stepping two steps back, waving his hands at him in a silent attempt for him to halt his movements, too stunned to even ask for an apology. 

“Taehyung.” Jungkook said the name through his teeth, striding toward the younger who got away with wide eyes, the mafia sighed. 

Taking the blazer off as the elder folded his sleeves up to his elbow, flicking his fingers at the younger, calling for him with a stern and cold tone. “Come here, Taehyung.” 

Both Jinyoung and Yeonjun tried to interfere, their existence ignored by the raven, his glare hardening, the male poked his inner cheek when Taehyung took quick steps away from him almost running as Jungkook hurriedly reached out for him. 

His digits brushing against Taehyung's forearm who yelped in horror, pushing the mafia on his chest, panic rushing in his bones, the raven off guard as Jungkook slipped on the water, falling bum first on the floor. 

Both Jinyoung and Yeonjun gasped terrored with eyes blown wide as they turned around and gazed at each other, doubting if they should flee the scene and leave the blonde alone to deal with the mess— they could always ask for forgiveness if left alive. 

Taehyung glanced at his palms and then at the mafia on the floor as he quickly hid his hands behind himself, shaking his head, he watched the mafia look up at him and meet his eyes, the blonde shuddering as Jungkook held the kitchen island and pulled himself up, only to slip again and fall down.

And Taehyung swore he never wanted to laugh but the younger was unable to stiff his emotions, watching the mafia boss struggle on the wet floor was amusing, a giggle passing his lips. “Deserved.” The whisper resonated throughout the kitchen, the blonde's palm clasped over his mouth, well the mafia was angry. 

As he forced his body up, now towering above Taehyung's petite figure who refused to even meet his eyes, finding the wet floor interesting. Jungkook clenched his jaw, opening his mouth to say something, the rage almost making the blonde startled. 

When a voice interrupted the mafia, Taehyung met eyes with Hoseok, as Jungkook huffed, “You two, go to the office and wait for me.” Both Yeonjun and Jinyoung sprung to action, fleeing the scene. 

As Jungkook glared at Taehyung, the younger male peeked from behind his wet blonde locks. “Clean this mess.” Jungkook ordered, the younger nodding, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as the raven stepped away. 

Receiving a file from Hoseok who looked up and down at him, “You know Jungkook, kitchen isn't a right place to take a bath.” Hoseok laughed, patting the mafia playfully as Taehyung stole a glance at him, immediately looking away when found the elder already glaring at him.

“All thanks to the little prince, hyung.” Jungkook uttered, a pout adoring the blonde's lips as Hoseok shook his head silently, a soft smile on his face. 

The elder left, giving a glance to Taehyung who smiled at his hyung. Jungkook followed behind, before he stopped and glanced at the younger, now mopping the floor. The raven looked at his figure for a moment, his pouty lips and lone strands of hair falling on his forehead, wet clothes.

“Taehyung..” The mafia called, grabbing the younger's gaze, soft caramel orbs, the mole on the tip of his nose, sparkling. “Meet me in the office after you are done.” The mafia said, turning on his heels and leaving the younger with his rapid heartbeats. 

The blonde clenched his digits tighter around the mop, remembering all the past encounters in Jungkook's office. None of them ever went right. 

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Taehyung nervously chewed on his lips, nails picking on the skin of his palm as he took soft, hesitant steps toward the wooden door, anxiety crawling in his chest. 

He couldn't remember a time where he didn't end up in trouble when standing in this office since he married Jungkook, the younger wet his dried lips and shook his head. God knows what the mafia would do with him for laughing at him previously, Taehyung swore he never wanted to giggle at the struggling raven. But, his habit of laughing at wrong times always gets him in trouble.

As Taehyung looked up, murmuring silent prayers, wishing that mafia wasn't too mad at him, for heaven's sake he only giggled once but what if the mafia was upset with him for some other thing. The blonde let his eyes widened, the loud silence of the empty lobby making him overthink things that didn't exist in the first place.

What if I did something wrong, last time Jungkook was mad, he almost froze me to death— Taehyung shuddered at his thoughts, raking his mind of anything he could find wrong but found nothing. 

As the blonde curled his hand around the door knob, sucking a deep breath through his nostrils and pushing the wooden frame, the male stepped inside. His eyes roaming around the room in alert. 

As Taehyung's caramel orbs met Jungkook's, he froze in his place, the mafia halted in between his words he was saying earlier as Taehyung bowed down, hesitant, unsure of what to expect. 

The mafia nodded, flicking his fingers toward the other direction, returning his focus to the unknown man sitting in front of him as the blonde walked away from the frame and stood silently in the corner, his hands crossed in front. 

Taehyung's big eyes scanned the room, spotting Jinyoung, Yeonjun and Jackson at the other corner, nose buried in some files as he moved his orbs and met the eyes of a familiar man, his heart stopped breathing. 

The man let a smirk roll over his lips, his expressions made Taehyung's stomach churn with disgust as he quickly looked down, away from his gaze, clenching his fist tighter around the hem of his shirt. Taehyung found it hard to breathe under his heavy glare. 

“Pl-please let go! Pl-please, s-stop. D-don't, I-I am sorry, I am sorry— 

“—yung— Taehyung!” The blonde startled at the loud voice of Jungkook, looking wide eyed at the mafia, everyone in the room looking at him with confusion. 

As the blonde took a tiny step back— fingers shivering, the mafia frowned his eyebrows. 

“I-i am sorr—

“Come here.” Jungkook said, his words stern and cold, Taehyung bit on his lips. His gaze fixed at the male sitting on the chair, dark eyes gazing at him, the one sided curl of his lips terrifying as the younger walked slowly and scared steps toward them.

Jungkook's charcoal eyes darkened at Taehyung's shivering figure, the blonde's sight fixed at the male in front of him as he read the room carefully. Taehyung stood ten steps away from him, gaze fixed at the floor as the male sitting on the chair stood up. 

“I must say Jeon, Kim's son, is absolutely breathtaking.” The male uttered, his tone slippery as he reached out for the blonde, the blonde visibly flinched, gaining worried glances from everybody present in the room except the mafia.

The male licked his lips, fingers dangling above the blonde's shoulders to grip it in between his digits when Jungkook's loud booming voice filled the space, the man's hand held in between Jungkook's digits.

“Get out.” The smirking male looked surprised at the mafia, his expressions falling turning one of an offended. “What?” 

“I said get out of here, Kai.” Jungkook's words lacked any doubt or hesitancy, glaring at the male's soul. His dark charcoal orbs silently challenged the other to dare defy his orders and the blonde heard Kai's wrist bone snapping with how hard the mafia was actually clenching it.

As Kai clenched his jaw and jerked his hand away from Jungkook, leaving the room afterwards. Taehyung merely glanced at his retreating back, finally feeling his lungs filled with enough air, he closed his eyes with relief. 

The mafia glared at the wooden door, from where Kai had just left as he shifted his focus to the blonde, tilting his head at the male's closed eyes and melting stiff posture. Frowning with rage he grabbed the younger's forearm, who yelped. Wide terrored eyes now meeting with the mafia. 

“What was that?” The male questioned, his hard glare giving shivers on Taehyung's spine, his sight stealing a glance at the other three, Jungkook clenched his jaw.

Turning his head a little, he nodded at them as the three of them picked the silent gesture, leaving the office silently. The raven's tall figure towering over the younger who looked everywhere but at him.

Jungkook pressed his digits tighter around Taehyung's skin, drawing out a soft hiss from the blonde who shut his eyelids, curling his other hand around Jungkook's in a failed attempt of easing the pain as the mafia jerked him toward himself. 

“I asked you something, Taehyung. What was that?” The blonde shook his head, unable to let any word roll out of his tongue, trying his best to not meet the raven's sight. His eyes started to burn.

All the memories of his past filling his brain, Jungkook's tight grip and raging orbs not comforting at all as Taehyung blinked his eyelashes repeatedly, lifting his caramel orbs only past the raven's chest. 

“I-I don't want to talk about i-it…” Taehyung whispered, his words heavy in his throat. He wanted to say more, he wanted to look in the eyes of Jungkook and tell him that he had dreamt of telling about his past to his lover and not a stranger, Taehyung wanted to curl in the embrace of his husband but not being force in the arms of a mafia. 

And even when the blonde wanted the mafia to know everything about his father and his relationship, he didn't want to be a subject of fun for the mafia. He didn't want to appear more pathetic than he already was.

As the younger kept his mouth shut, his skin under the hood burning, Jungkook's heavy and intense glare lingering on the mop of blonde locks. 

“Taehyung—

“Please..” Jungkook's mouth shut as Taehyung looked up at him, those almond shaped eyes and the caramel orbs swimming in the ocean of vulnerability. Those pretty eyes shining with unshed tears, the flare of sadness in them made the mafia gulp down a bulge of saliva down his throat. 

A feeling churning inside Jungkook's heart that fell deeper into his stomach, twisting his muscles in a painful twist as he let go of Taehyung immediately, dropping his gaze away from the younger's figure.

Taehyung startled, rubbing where Jungkook had held him. Thick silence falling in the room. The younger quickly wiped his eyes, drying them of any moisture as he refused to look at the elder. 

But Taehyung flinched when Jungkook banged his palm against the glass table, his eyebrows pinched together, clearly mad and upset about something, Taehyung had no idea about as the younger cautiously watched the mafia close his eyes and relax his shoulders, he pressed a small switch by the table's corner. 

Soon Jackson entered the room as Jungkook straightened his posture, nodding at the guard who bowed back, Jungkook met Taehyung's eyes, who was looking confused with all the ongoing actions. 

“Remove your shirt.” Jungkook said, not giving a glance to Taehyung as he checked the camera Jackson had brought with him, the blonde looked around. His eyes were big, “M-me?” 

Jungkook glared at the younger, orbs hooded with annoyance, his jaw clenched. As Taehyung realised that the mafia actually said those words to him, he flinched back, both hands curling around his own hood protectively. 

“W-why? J-jungkook, I—” Taehyung stuttered as the mafia raised his eyes toward him, “Don't make me more mad than I already am, Taehyung. Fucking get rid of your shirt.” The mafia said through his teeth, Taehyung's heart leaping in his chest.

“N-no, what are you doing, pl-please Jungkook don't do this, I-I am sorry for earlier, pl-please..” Taehyung rambled, panicked and fear filled his voice as Jimin's words drew a clear picture in his mind. Goosebumps rising on his spine at the sight of the camera fixed at him, thousands of possibilities playing with his brain. 

Jungkook breathed through his nostrils, feeling himself grow angrier with each passing second as he walked toward the blonde and looked at him, Taehyung looking terrored at him.

As he raised his hands and reached for the younger who fought him, struggling and continuously shifting back, only to be trapped by the wall at the end, Taehyung didn't stop struggling. 

Throwing his hands at the mafia who took a hold of his hood, frustrated tears filling his orbs, Taehyung shook his head, hitting the raven's digits when they tried pulling on the piece of cloth. 

“Pl-please, n-no. J-jungkook, I-i please s-stop..” Taehyung screamed with terror, curling away from the mafia but the raven didn't give him a chance as Jungkook cupped both his wrists in the hold of his left hand, holding them still above the blonde's head.

“Stop it, Taehyung!” Jungkook raised his voice, his heavy intense sight fixed at Taehyung's face as the younger male halted his struggles, big wide eyes looking up at him. Shining with unshed tears, lips wobbling and blonde strands over his forehead, both arms in Jungkook's hold, trapped against the wall. 

Taehyung gulped, his Adam apple bobbing as the blonde's chest rose and fell down with his unsteady breath. New warm water droplets gathered around the corner of his orbs, he shook his head. “Pl-please…” 

“Stop working up your tiny brain, Taehyung. This isn't what you are thinking.” Jungkook said, his voice rather calm as the blonde felt the warm touch of his fingers lingering over his bare waist. 

“B-but— Shh.” Jungkook shushed the younger male as Taehyung's lips fell silent. The mafia's orbs flicker with something dark at Taehyung's obedience, “Now just do what I am telling you to do.” Jungkook uttered as Taehyung took his bottom lips under his teeth, not knowing at whom he should put his trust at, scanning Jungkook's features with shaking eyes. 

Jimin's words were still clear in his mind and Jungkook's actions in front of him. He couldn't trust anybody around here but not finding any other option as he nodded his head at the mafia, Jungkook slowly let go of his wrist. 

The blonde curling them on his chest, he gulped the lump of saliva once again, a shuddering puff of air leaving his lips as Taehyung removed his hood, folding the piece of cloth around his chest, looking down at the floor. 

Jackson fixed the camera at its stand, fixing it in front of the blonde as he looked through the lens. The mafia flattened his palm toward the younger, silently asking for the hood as Taehyung gave it to him, stepping away from the frame. 

A flash of light fell on Taehyung's figure, making the younger clenched his fist around his trousers, blonde locks covering almost half of his face. Jungkook looked carefully at his figure, his guard working at the camera as he lightened a stick of cigarette, releasing a long puff of smoke. 

Another flash with another click of camera as Jackson looked at the pictures and then at the mafia by his side, whispering something to him, Taehyung couldn't hear, wanting for whatever Jungkook was doing to end.

“This doesn't look convincing.” Jungkook clicked his tongue, displeased at the pictures as Taehyung stole a glance at him, gazing at the raven with painfully broken heart. His chest tightening. 

“What about a few bruises?” Jungkook asked more to himself as Taehyung's eyes widened, heart stopping its rhythm, falling into the pit of his stomach, as he watched the mafia trailed toward his figure. 

The younger looking horrored at the elder, unable to turn away. The wall behind him as Taehyung shrunk himself the closer Jungkook came toward him, ducking his head down, legs almost giving up. 

His heart beating so loudly in his chest that Taehyung was sure Jungkook heard it clearly and he flinched with terror when the mafia raised his fist, closing his eyes, the blonde waited for the mafia to hit him or grab his locks in his strong grip, a soft click made him look up at Jungkook. 

The lighter in the mafia's hand, the flame froze Taehyung. He feared what worse Jungkook could do as the raven grabbed his palm, tilting his head to stare at Taehyung's slender fingers, a smirk rolling over his lips. His expressions terrorising the blonde's soul.

“Y-you will b-burn me, J-Jungkook?” Taehyung asked, tongue trembling with fear as the mafia in front of him blinked innocently, 
“Why not?”

“N-no, let go!” As Taehyung tried pulling his hand away from the mafia who met his eyes, the smile on his lips made the younger shake his head as Jungkook took the lighter closer to the blonde, the hotness of the flame crawling on his skin. 

More tears burned Taehyung's eyes, trembling with fright as he clenched his eyes shut, accepting the upcoming pain. Jungkook chuckled at the weak struggle of the younger, letting go of him and leaving a strong puff of smoke out of his mouth. 

As he watched a cry of relief escape Taehyung's strawberry lips, his shivering legs giving up as he slid down the wall, flinching when Jungkook threw his hood in his lap, Taehyung silently met the eyes he had once loved. 

As the mafia lifted his gaze to Jackson, the cigarette in between his teeth, “Edit these pictures and make them look convincing, mail these to Hoseok hyung, he will take care of the rest.” The guard bowed, leaving the office as the raven returned his focus to the blonde on the floor. 

“I'll be away for a while, make sure you don't leave your room, little prince. Or next time, the burns will be real. Yeah?” Jungkook smiled, raising his eyebrows as Taehyung's sight blurred. 

The mafia threw the cigarette away, his expressions of mockery falling down, replacing to one of rage as he marched toward the door, Taehyung's sight travelling to his retreating back. 

“I-i hate you.” The blonde whispered, staring in daze as his words fell on Jungkook's ears, halting him at the door frame, the man looked back by his shoulder, a corner of his lips tucking up.

“Good. This is what I want, my love.” Jungkook replied, leaving the space as the wooden door closed with a thud, a lone tear rolling down Taehyung's cheek. 

Hugging his knees closer to his chest, a heart stabbing sob resonated in the room, followed by loud cries. Taehyung curled his body tighter into a ball, his shoulder shaking.

“I-I miss you, Jungkookie. C-come back.” The blonde pleaded to the man he had loved, the only person who was kind to him. The male, he wanted to spend his life loving. His lover who was lost somewhere. 

Taehyung hated Jeon Jungkook;
The mafia, the cause of his sufferings, 
Realising that the man he thought was his prince charming was a devil in disguise. 
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Phew, finally I made the impossible possible. But still guys, please know that my phone isn't fix yet. This bit— keep switching off at every three or five minutes.

That's why, I am updating two chapters together, because I am not sure how long will this keep up. Thank you for you support and patience.
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