"Your presence scares me,
But your absence
Is absolutely terrifying."

20/12/20
Rewritten :: 28/07/24

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Third person POV

The sleeping male stirred in his sleep as he turned around on his back only to groan in pain, the male opened his eyes, the white ceiling in front of his sight when the memories from the previous day started bothering his brain.

Taehyung felt his eyes burn for the first time on the day as he slowly raised to a sitting position, neck and arm stiff, his back hurting after sleeping on the cold and hard floor.

The male pushed his blonde locks away from his face, rubbing his face with his palm that were surprisingly warm he felt dried tears over his cheeks.

The male looked around, still in the same room and closed doors, his only figure all alone. Taehyung stood up on his feet as he looked around, eyes widening as he hurried toward the food tray and fresh set of clothes kept on the bed mattress.

His heart leapt to his throat by the thought of Jungkook paying him a visit, daring to blame himself for sleeping but couldn't after remembering how tired and confused he was last night with all the crying and questions.

Watching the food still being hot, the male turned around on his heels, giving loud bangs on the door. In the hope of him still being there, he called for his lover.

"Jungkook, a-are you there?" The male called out, the loud yell dieing to soft whisper and the voice breaking to stuttered syllables. The blonde received no response from behind the doors.

His heart breaking as he blinked his tears away, gulping the saliva down his throat, he took his lips in between his teeth, trying once again for the sake of his broken hope.

"J-Jungkookie, I-I know you are there, pl-please can we talk? I-i am scared. What's h-happening, did I do something w-wrong?" The male uttered, voice almost getting stuck in his throat, eyes wet with the thoughts of getting no response.

The blonde waited patiently, minutes passing as he stood attached to the wooden frame but having no response from the other side, he felt his throat tightening with one another sob, as he sniffed back his tears and turned around.

"Taehyung.." The voice that reached his ears made him jerk back, the familiarity so soothing. Rushing back to the door, his eyes widened in hope.

"Jungkookie.." He called in urgency, the syllable so loud.

"Sir Taehyung, I am Sir Jeon's guard, please have your breakfast and change to the fresh clothes. I will take my leave now." Taehyung's hope came crashing down into the depth of his stomach, silently nodding his head with tears filled orbs, he heard the guard leave even before he could reply.

The male looked back at the food tray and clothes, more tears filling his eyes as he wiped them away harshly, he could do this, he had done worse. Right?

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The loud sound of the flower vase breaking on the floor resonated around the room, the male fuming in anger as everyone in the room stared at broken pieces of glass.

Namjoon and Hoseok scoffed under their tongue as both Jimin and Jin rolled their eyes, the mafia sitting on his chair unaffected.

"Take it easy, Yoongi." Hoseok interrupted. The said male turned around to face him as he glared at his figure.

"Easy!? Easy!?" The man yelled, his voice resonating throughout the room. He looked back at the raven who was swirling a paper weight in between his digits, his sight resting on the glass of his table top.

"Are you even understanding the situation, that man has left the country, we fucking can't do anything!" The male screamed, Jin hissing as he soothingly rubbed his baby bump, Yoongi's glancing as his eyes softened a little.

The mafia continued staring at the glass table top, his silence spiking chills in the heated room, the paper weight under his digits rolling out on the floor, the crash cutting the thick tension of the four walls.

Looking up, his eyes darkened to match the midnight, eyes so blank, the wall of hate and anger high in them, his glare matched the sight of Yoongi as Jungkook tilted his head, his expressions so cold that others feared what worse had to come on the boy's way.

The mafia's eyes brightened with excitement, the side of lips tucking up to scare others except Yoongi who understood the expressions very well, the want of death and blood in those doe eyes.

"We can do a lot, hyung." Jungkook whispered, voice so soft, his features didn't flinch as Yoongi smiled in response. Seokjin opened his mouth to interrupt the brothers, when Namjoon stopped him, the concerned male glared at his husband.

"Like?" The elder asked, Jungkook standing up to straighten his coat, the man pressed his lips in a thin line, forming them in a smile.

He stepped away from his desk, walking toward his brother, as he looked dead in Yoongi's orbs, "If not father-

"-then his son." Yoongi completed the mafia's sentence, as he did his buttons. The words raised everybody's heartbeat in the room.

A smirk plastered over Jimin's face, the worry of Namjoon and Jin unmatched and Hoseok took his head in his palm but the next syllable of Jungkook had everyone of them lose their colour, their skin going pale at the name.

"Jackson!" The mafia called, his voice stern, the hidden order in it not hiding from anyone as they all turned their head toward the figure that entered the room, bowing at ninety degree only to the mafia.

Jackson Wang, the male was from China, imported to South Korea when he was only a child through human trafficking, he met Jungkook when he was nineteen, the raven being fifteen.

The elder watched the mafia struggle, his brother Yoongi so cruel, the raven the only one he adored as a person but Jackson chose to serve Jungkook until his death.

Seokjin glared at the three as he pushed his lover's hand away from his thigh.

"Have you gone nuts!?" His scream made them face him, his eyes red from anger.

"If not father, then son! Are you fucking stupid! What did Taehyung do in all of this?" His voice resonated throughout the room, Namjoon trying to shush him up only to be pushed back on the couch as he sighed, giving up.

"He did! He fucking did! It happened all because of him!" Yoongi yelled at the pregnant male, Jimin looking wide eyed at them as he also stood up from his place.

"No! It didn't! You have lost your senses, you-" Seokjin stopped in the middle, his sight going toward the mafia who was staring in a different direction, bored.

The male hurried toward him as he grabbed his bicep, making the mafia face him, Jin looked at the other with pleading eyes.

"Jungkook, this is wrong." Jin uttered, his voice soft pleading, the mafia matched his orbs emotionless.

"You promised me, you wouldn't hurt the boy. You said it was just for that man, Taehyung wasn't involved and now, now you have called him- him." Jin pointed at Jackson, his eyes and throat burning. The mafia looking away, swirling emotions high in the air.

"He! He's fucking heartless! He doesn't disgust blood, flesh, please-" The male begged, grabbing Jungkook's attention once again, "-Please, don't do this. He loves you." Seokjin pleaded, a lone tear escaping his orbs, as Jungkook now fully turned around.

Taking his face in between his palm and wiping the water drop away from his skin, Jungkook smiled at Seokjin.

"Worry will make you sick, hyung. Keep it down, hmm?" The raven nodded his own head, Jin looking shocked at the male in front of him as he felt Jungkook's palm put pressure around his skin.

"Don't worry. I know how to take care of my business o-" The mafia stopped in between his talk when a hand was placed over his shoulder.

"Of Course, tell us where you have kept Taehyung, we can take care of it." The elder smiled as Jungkook let go of Seokjin, turning around to face Yoongi,

"He's also my business- hyung." Jungkook paused, smiling softly making Yoongi turn sour, nodding his head as the younger turned around on his heels, not wasting any more of his time.

Jackson followed behind, when the male stopped by the door frame, tilting his head back to glance at Seokjin.

"I do not let promises bound me, hyung. I choose, which promise I should be bound to."

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The day passed sooner than everybody had thought as Jungkook dragged his body to his floors, the sixth floor of the building, where he had the rooms dedicated to his work, a library. A room where he works on the underworld strategies. A room where he had kept Taehyung.

The male reached the space, the door behind him falling close, the four walls dark and painted with red lines joining photographs, Jungkook's detectives had spent their lives clicking.

The mafia sat down on his chair, throwing off his blazer and waistcoat to the side, the white shirt loose on his figure, as he pushed his head back, his chair swirling through left and right

A sigh escaped his lips, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling, straightening up he opened his laptop, the device opening to show him the familiar room.

His eyes scanned through the video, the male sitting on the bed with his knees pressed together, only blonde locks visible to Jungkook's orbs, the fresh set of clothes hugging his figure perfectly.

The empty tray of food placed near the bed, the mafia amused at the calmness of the younger as a knock disturbed him, uttering a low "come in" he witnessed, Jackson standing in front of him.

The mafia looking with attention at the guard, the male spoke with no emotion;

"Sir Taehyung has taken three meals a day, changed to fresh clothes. No physical injuries. No words spoken when delivering the food." The mafia nodded his head, silent words loud in the room as he looked at the screen, the younger wiping something away from his cheeks as he hid his face again in between the knees.

The mafia stood up on his feet, his frown deepening over his face, eyes narrowing, rolling up his sleeves as he walked ahead of Jackson, the guard following behind.

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Taehyung heard somebody type on the door passcode, facing his face away from the door as the wooden frame opened, the blonde waiting for other's orders.

The whole day, the younger had waited for his lover to visit him, everytime his hope crashed down when the same guard visited him and kept the lunch and then dinner over the bedside table.

He felt somebody's presence near himself, another tray of water and what Taehyung could identify in his glance, the tablets of vitamin and calcium, he closed his eyes, his sight turning blurry once again.

But the blonde eyebrows frowned at the image from seconds ago as his eyelashes flew open- the wedding ring.

Turning his head the other side, he looked up at the raven, a sob ripping out of his throat. Eyes burning with warm water as Taehyung threw his figure into his lover's embrace. Wrapping his arms around Jungkook, he cried in his chest, holding tight onto his husband.

Loud hiccups followed Taehyung's painful cries, he clutched on Jungkook's shirt, body shaking from the wail, as he gathered his strength and looked up at the raven, those bambi eyes not twinkling anymore.

Jungkook watched the younger look at him and his red orbs with dried and fresh tears over his face, raising his hand to push the other away from his body, the male looking at him with a broken heart.

"W-what happened, Jungkook? D-did I do something wrong? Why- why did you-" The male couldn't finish, feeling his throat clogged. He struggled to muffle his sobs.

The raven didn't respond, his eyes shooting daggers at the blonde male who searched his sight with hope of finding emotions in them. The silence hurt Taehyung's ears.

"Please, speak s-something-

"Do you know who I am?" Jungkook's question left the male confused, his eyebrows pinching to show his confusion. The blonde nodded his head very slowly.

"J-Jungkookie, you are Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Jeon Corporation-" Taehyung spoke, finishing his words but the male in front of him still looked at him expecting more.

"And?" Jungkook asked, his cold voice breaking something in Taehyung's heart who once again felt his sight blurry, "-and?"

Jungkook took a step closer to him as he took another back, his eyes stuttering, heart scared in his chest. The younger male felt the raven rolled his heavily tattooed arm around his waist and pulled him closer, Taehyung's breath stuck in his throat, looking wide-eyed at the elder.

Taehyung matched his orbs with the other's, the darkness of those making something churned in his stomach, his view so emotionless that Taehyung felt his knees go weak.

"And-" Jungkook paused, pulling the other closer to his body, the air struggling to go through in between them, he smirked.

"- the underworld King everybody talks about. The mafia your father is scared of. The man that nobody knows about." Jungkook's voice slipped to an octave lower, Taehyung's eyes widening as big as saucers, his heart almost stopping in the process.

The layer of heartbreak in Taehyung's orbs was replaced by the emotions of being terrified as he pushed the raven away from himself, Jungkook slipping a few steps away from his figure, he heard Jungkook laugh loudly.

Wiping the fresh water droplets away from his face, Taehyung glared at the chuckling male as his eyes swirled with rage.

"Why did you do this!? Why?" The blonde male yelled at the top of his lungs, his anger grabbing Jungkook's attention who raised his eyebrows amused.

"Your father forced me to do this. He did something very wrong to me and my hyung and you, being his son, are paying for it." Jungkook replied, his voice still at an octave lower, Taehyung fumed deeper into the shade of red at his words.

The younger knew his father might be wrong, he might be abusive toward him but doing anything wrong to others was impossible for his dad. He hated him but he was a good person, Taehyung had seen all of his life.

"Liar! You are a liar!" Taehyung screamed, furious tears slipping down his orbs. Jungkook hissing at the loud noise as he smiled and looked at his lover, his lips piercing in between his teeth.

"I do not lie, love." Jungkook uttered.

"Don't! Do not call me that. You can't do anything! You coward bitch!" Taehyung yelled, he knew he might regret his words later but the man needed the other to know how angry he was.

Jungkook's eyes darkened at the curse as he tilted his head a little and took a step closer to the younger, his calm demeanour changing to something Taehyung couldn't speak of.

"Oh! I can do a lot, Taehyungie." And another step of Jungkook, the younger one took a back. His heart ready to break through his limbs, the coldness around the room giving shivers to his spine.

"You can not! My father did nothing! You are a coward! A fucking ruthless bastar-" Taehyung used all the courage of his life to scream those words at the mafia but before his lips could finish, the raven's body was colliding with him.

His petite figure meeting with the mattress, the raven's palm curled around his throat. Taehyung felt his tongue tied in fear of what could happen.

He felt himself struggling to breathe as the pressure of digits around his throat increased, his face turning sour. He watched the mafia smile through the blurry sight.

"If I want, I can shush you up in seconds and nobody will search for you. Hmm?" Jungkook asked, watching the strong fake walls of the younger under him breaking down slowly as a sob ripped through his mouth. His fingers loosen their hold.

Taehyung couldn't stop one more sob that rolled out of his mouth at the raven's words, knowing how true they were as he let his true self come out, the fake strength flying away in the thin air.

"I-i am scared.. so scared." Taehyung cried out, his eyes closing and body shaking. The male remembered all of his childhood and the years of being an adult where he was beaten whenever his father wanted, where he was locked in the bathroom for days without any presence or food.

Taehyung memorised the days where his father would spat how unwanted he was, how hated he was. How never a friend invited him to parties, how he was always an outcast, an unlucky born who caused his mother's death.

The days where he dreamt of him, his lover, Jungkook. Where he giggled at his boyfriend's pictures only to end up as a pawn to him. He cried louder, his arms reaching out for anything as he grabbed Jungkook's arms in his both hands, clutching it tighter over his chest.

The blonde sobbed, forcing his orbs to open and sitting up in hurry to face Jungkook, he looked at the mafia desperate.

"W-why me? W-why? I-i love you, Jungkookie. Pl-please d-don't do this.." Taehyung begged with tears wet face as the raven pulled his arm back to stand up.

He looked down at the younger, "You are nothing to me except somebody I used for my revenge. I don't love you. I never did."

Taehyung cried out at the words as he hurried toward the raven when watching him leaving the room, the blonde grabbed Jungkook's bicep, holding onto it like his life depended on it.

He sobbed out, staring at the mafia's side profile who didn't face him but didn't jerk him too.

"If you never l-loved me, then why did you talk to me all night and make me believe I could have a friend?" Taehyung bit on his lips to save himself of another hiccup as he continued;

"Why did you pull me into your embrace and showed me there's something called comfort?" Jungkook took a step forward as Taehyung let himself dragged away with him, holding onto the shirt tighter.

"Why did you bring me to your house and make me think I could have a home?" Taehyung cried out as he clutched his eyes close, more and more tears gathering in them.

"Why- Why d-did you marry me and give me hope that I can be loved?" The younger wailed louder, the mafia taking step after step as they reached the entrance of the room.

When Taehyung felt his hold on Jungkook slipping, opening his eyes, his fingers tightened around the mafia's palm, he stared at the mafia's face.

"Pl-please, d-don't go. Pl-please, I-I am scared. D-don't go away." Taehyung whispered, his syllables dissolving in the thin air as the raven stepped forward and left the room, the door falling close, he slid down on the floor against the wooden frame.

As Taehyung opened his closed fist and looked at the platinum band in his palm, he gripped it tighter, rolling his arms against his chest at the place of his beating heart-
Jungkook's wedding ring.

The male let his body curl into itself, the walls hearing loud cries and sobs for another day, they witness the younger break on his own. Hearing the muffled whispers of his;

"I-I am s-scared. So scared."
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