"What have I ever done?"

24/12/20
Rewritten :: 01/08/2024

6k+ words, read slowly and kindly throw some words at me, I missed you all.
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Third person POV

The blonde sniffled softly, wiping the moisture from his eyes away, his cheeks sticky with dried tears. Sight fixed at the glass table in front of him as he heard Jungkook, the shuffling of papers and the noise of a cupboard being closed.

He flinched a little as his sight now fell on a stack of papers thrown in front him, his wide puppy orbs meeting with the raven, the mafia frowning, crossing his arms as he glared at the blonde.

"Sign these." The mafia uttered, processing to sit down on the couch in front of the younger, a white shirt dropped over his figure. Taehyung looked confused at the paper sheets and then at the mafia in front of him, hesitating.

"W-what are these?" He stuttered.

"It must be fun to be your father's little prince, isn't it? That disgusting man made me lose my everything. I watched Yoongi hyung go to bed empty stomach because we couldn't earn the food. Now- it's your turn." Taehyung's eyes softened at the raven's words as he looked down guilty and sad at the syllables- father's prince?

"You need to work hard to earn the bread, Taehyungie. So tell me what you can do?" The mafia asked, smiling sweetly at the younger as he crossed his arms on his chest. The blonde trying to shuffle his brain and come up with something to satisfy the mafia.

He was never allowed out of his room let alone walk in random parts of the mansion and learn a skill. With no Internet connections and no phone, Taehyung was raised in solitude. Home schooled by a female teacher who could teach him only a few necessary life skills.

It was always him. His bedroom and maybe the two days of the month he was actually allowed out of the big four walls. The blonde knew to give first aid, treating his own bruises and wounds since childhood but he doubted if it was enough to earn him the bread.

The younger clenched his fist over the fabric of his pants, biting his lower lip anxiously as he struggled. And he flinched when the mafia spoke, raising his heartbeat.

"I don't have the whole day, little prince. Tell me fast, what can I use you for?" The blonde gulped the saliva down his throat, his pupils not resting at the place as he picked on his skin with his nails.

Use- use. What are you useful for, Tae? How can you make yourself useful to Jungkook? Think.-Taehyung raided his brain to come up with something.

"I- I- am-" He started slowly only to be silenced by the mafia's glaring gaze fixed at him as he felt his eyes burn with warm water, gulping, Taehyung looked down.

"I-I don't know. Y-you could use me f-for anything-" The raven clicked his tongue displeased as the younger hurriedly looked up at him, wide puppy eyes scared.

"Don't tell me to choose, Taehyung. You will not like it. Hmm? Think fast." Jungkook forced his words out of his mouth, his cold voice startling the younger who blinked his eyes furiously. The silence in the room thickened.

"Fine. If that's what you want-" Taehyung looked up at the mafia, sighing as he stood up and walked toward Taehyung, the younger sliding back on his bum, trailing his eyes down to stare at the floor.

But his breath hitched when the raven kept one of his arms on the back of the couch and flattened the palm of his other hand beside him, caging the younger who gulped, matching his sight.

"I shall make good use of you. No?" The blonde felt his tongue tied in his mouth, watching the mafia stand straight again as he picked those papers from in front of him and replaced them with another set, Taehyung's heart leaping inside his chest with fear.

As he leaned forward and peeked a glance at those sheets, the words freezing his soul with terror, he looked up at Jungkook with pleading on his lips and tears in his eyes.

-Agreement of Prostitution work at the Jeon's club, Osaka, Japan

"Sign them- No!" The sudden yell from the blonde made the mafia raise his eyebrow, Taehyung stood up from his place, shaking his head as he reached out for Jungkook's arm, wrapping his slender fingers around the raven's forearm.

"Pl-please, J-jungkook. I-I can't- can't, please.." Taehyung cried out, unable to form proper words as he looked at the elder with his blurry sight. Jungkook smirked, tilting his head, he jerked the younger's touch away, Taehyung stumbling two steps back.

"What? You asked me to choose." Jungkook said, Taehyung's heart breaking at the raven's eyes, so emotionless and obvious. He felt his throat clogged up with emotions, -does Jungkook hate me so much? If this was what he meant by protecting me? Taehyung wiped his eyes.

"Please Jungkook, I-i will do everything you ask me to, b-but pros- Prostitute, please I-

"I gave you the time but you missed it, now I will do what I want." The mafia said, sitting down on the couch, pulling out his phone as he stared at the screen. The blonde panicked, his pleadings falling on deaf ears as he sniffled, scared and worried.

He fell down on his knees in front of the mafia, shaking his head. The raven's orbs fixed at the screen of the gadget, ignoring Taehyung's cries and pleadings, the younger's heart breaking, frustrated tears in his eyes.

"I-I- I can c-clean and do household chores, I-I am not good with computers o-or academically b-but I-I can c-cook, I-I can even stitch wounds, I-" Taehyung frantically rambled in hopes of confessing the mafia who didn't even look at him, hesitatingly reaching out to grab Jungkook's pants near his knees.

The male sobbed, frustrated water droplets rolling down his cheek, "Please Jungkook, d-don't be so c-cruel." The mafia stopped whatever he was typing in his phone as he tossed it away on the couch, taking a look at the younger.

The mafia clenched his jaw as he raised his arm and pulled Taehyung closer by grabbing his nape, the blonde yelped, gazing at the mafia from behind his blonde locks.

"Do you actually think I am being cruel? Hmm? After what your father did I should have exported you somewhere a long time back but you are still in front of me- breathing. Alive." The mafia uttered, frowning. Taehyung's heart was beating rapidly and he already wanted it to stop its rhythm.

The blonde looked down, biting his lip to stop himself from crying out, the mafia glaring into his soul before he pushed the younger back, who lost his balance and met with the floor, hissing lightly in the process.

The mafia sighed standing up as he looked down at Taehyung on the floor, weeping silently. He rolled his eyes. "Fine. You will be my little maid in the house. It's not fun to send you somewhere anyway." Taehyung looked up at the mafia, not knowing if he should be sad or happy.

"You will do what I tell you. Stay where I tell you to. You have offered yourself to me, Taehyung. You will not have any will or choices, okay?" The mafia smirked, each of his words hurting the blonde's heart who nodded his head softly. Eyes burning with a familiar warmth.

"Then sign these papers quickly." Jungkook looked away as he watched, Taehyung nodding his head and wiping his tears away as he grabbed the pen and the sheet of paper before signing them. A smirk rolling down on the mafia's lips.

"Do you realise what you have signed, Taetae?" Taehyung shook his head, his heart beating raising when the raven smiled, softly laughing. The nicknames which used to raise butterflies in his tummy, now made it churned with anxiety and fear. As he looked down at the papers and then at the raven, not sure about anything, anymore.

"The orphanage you secretly run with the money your excuse of a father gave you-" Taehyung flinched at the words, his breath stopping, eyes widening. He remembered telling and taking Jungkook with him to an orphanage he ran behind his father's back, with the money and sources Mr. Kim had named after him for the sake of his public figure.

The blonde's hands shivered, eyes turning red with the amount of tears gathering in them, "-You just transfer the orphanage to Jeon's corporation. Now I am the owner of those tiny one hundred and eighty six lives."

The mafia smiled, sneaking his hands in the pockets of his pants as Taehyung felt his heart filled with dread. Shaking his head, he stepped toward the elder, opening his mouth ready to speak but was silenced by Jungkook's raised palm.

"I know. I know. 'Don't hurt those babies, they didn't do anything.' I will not hurt them-" Taehyung breathed, "-as long as you don't make me mad." The blonde stared at the raven with saddening eyes, remembering the Jungkook he had loved.

"make you mad?" Taehyung whispered. The raven blinked smiling as he sat down on his chair behind the big glass table, leaning back on it. He stared into Taehyung's soul. His expressions sent shivers to the blonde's spine.

"Yes, Taehyungie. You must do what I ask you to. One wrong move and you will earn yourself a cruel punishment. You will either lose your bones or those tiny dumplings." Jungkook smirked, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table top as he put his face in between his palms, the blonde gazed at him silently.

The male sitting in front of Taehyung was unknown to him. The Jungkook he had loved disappearing slowly. The man in front of Taehyung wasn't the same round doe eyed man he had fallen for, he was the mafia boss Jeon Jungkook, the man everybody feared. The man who was cruel, the man whose eyes were as cold as ice. -The man his fath- Mr. Kim made.

Taehyung took his lip in between his teeth, fist clenching and unclenching by his side, his heart hurt and head pounded. His eyes were swollen. Feeling nothing but immense pity crawling in his chest for the raven, his eyes softening with bubbling emotions he felt in his bones.

When the blonde decided to offer himself to Jungkook, he had thought about every scenario that might occur with him in the upcoming days. He was ready to break through overwhelming emotions, he thought, he would feel fear toward the raven, maybe anger and hate. But the more he looked at the raven, the more he felt bad for him.

His chest pained by looking at the mafia who wanted to hurt the tiny kid only to feed his revenge and watch him hurt as Taehyung let his head fall down, bowing in front of the mafia.

"I wouldn't do anything to upset you, Jungkook. You can hurt me as much as you want but please don't hurt those kids-"

Taehyung looked up at the mafia, raising his eyes to meet with the other's. "-Those kids are innocent like the younger Jungkook, I-I don't want you to become Mr. Kim in their story. Pl-please." The mafia's smile fell as his eyes hardened, glaring at the blonde who smiled, his lips tucking up softly.

"I hope after breaking my bones and punishing me cruelly, the little Jungkookie heels. And you could be the Jungkook Mrs Jeon raised but not what my father made." Taehyung uttered softly, eyes tearing up, turning around on his heels as he sniffled.

Jungkook clenched his fist, shooting daggers at the blonde's retreating back as he chuckled, throwing his head back he laughed loudly, stopping the blonde who had his fingers wrapped around the door knob.

"You are so naive, Tae-" The raven paused as the blonde turned around gulping while Jungkook fixed his eyes at him, "-Oh, my little maid, you run your mouth a little too much, no? I see, you want to meet little Jungkookie badly. Hmm? Why not meet with his hyung first?" Taehyung shuddered, eyes widening, his body shook remembering those hateful gazes.

"Congrats, you have earned yourself a visit to Min Yoongi." The smile fell down from the mafia's face as he dangerously glared at Taehyung's petite figure who turned his sight toward the male who had just entered the room.

"Jackson, could you please escort my little maid to Yoongi hyung-nim's floor?"

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Taehyung felt his feet turn heavy with every other step he took toward the man. His heart beating loudly in his chest, each of his steps raising goosebumps on his skin. The male shuddered at the upcoming sufferings.

The man walking Taehyung down the Yoongi's floor came to halt, the blonde almost colliding with his back as he took the steps back. Jackson knocked on the wooden door twice, a low permission falling on the blonde's ears.

The guard turned around on his heels as he bowed down at the blonde, who looked up at him with wide puppy orbs, silent pleading in them but Jackson didn't blink an eye as he walked away from there leaving Taehyung alone in the lobby.

The blonde breathed through his nostrils, attempting to calm his loudly beating heart but only to fail miserably. His hand shook as he raised it to held the door knob and Taehyung realised he had never felt so fearful ever in his life- not even Mr. Kim scared him so much.

The blonde closed his eyes, praying to whatever power it was to protect him and if not completely then at least minimise the pain coming his way. Twisting the door knob the male stepped inside and Oh did Taehyung say that he already wanted to disappear into the thin air.

The door behind him fell close, the little click startling his poor self as Taehyung's eyes fell on the male sitting on a leather chair at a distance, leaning back his cat eyes fixed at his figure.

The blonde gulped, deciding to take a tiny step toward the male but his eyes widened when they travelled to one of the big tables in the corner, the tools resting there leaving him terrified. As he stumbled back, reaching for the door to at least make a try to run but his jaw fell open when realised that the door was closed as he struggled.

A soft chuckle from Yoongi froze Taehyung as he felt his eyes burn with warm water, hands shaking. The younger thought that he might faint from the fear crawling in his insides, his ears filling with low footsteps.

And Taehyung shrunk his body with fear when the elder male stood close to him as he felt his breath against his nape. Yoongi raised his palm, resting it beside Taehyung's head who was still at his place, wide eyes and shivering figure.

"I actually thought that Kim Hyungsik's son will be exactly like him. Cruel. Cunning." The male paused watching the younger slowly turn around to face him, tears rolling his cheek at the hate visible in his eyes.

"The more I look at you, the more I realise how dumb you are. I mean I can't believe how a man like Kim Hyungsik birthed you- how he doesn't hate a thing like you?" Yoongi whispered, his voice slipping to an octave lower tone. Taehyung felt a sob rising up in his throat.

Remembering how much his own father hated him. Maybe his mother's death was only an excuse? Maybe Yoongi was right, the only reason for his father's hatred toward him must be because he was weak, dumb and always terrified.

"The more I look at you, the more I feel myself burning with rage and hatred, your eyes- Those eyes. They remind me of the disgusting man who killed my parents, made me and Jungkookie an orphan." Taehyung's eyes teared up as he matched his orbs with Yoongi's dark ones. The Male's jaw clenched with fury.

And it was when Taehyung noticed the small screwdriver in Yoongi's hand, the elder pointing it in front of his eyes, his breath hitched, forgetting how to blink, the younger's body paralysed.

"I want to fucking poke them out." Taehyung didn't dare blink his eyes as Yoongi continued glaring at him but he flinched terribly when the elder threw the tool away, stepping two steps back and the blonde finally felt himself sucking a greedy breath.

"But alas- Jungkookie asked me to go easy on you. My brother loved to take his time in doing things. By the way, I heard you offered yourself to Jungkook?" Yoongi asked as the blonde wet his lips that had gone dry. The man in front of him terrifying him with his switching expressions.

The elder raised his eyebrows at the younger expecting an answer as Taehyung nodded his head softly, his petite figure sticking to the wooden door for the sake of his life.

"Why?" Yoongi uttered, poking his inner cheek as he threw his head back making Taehyung remember the mafia who had a very similar expressions when getting annoyed.

"Why? Wanted him to go soft on you?" The male said and Taehyung felt himself stepping forward in defense at the accusation. Immediately shaking his head.

"No never. I-I didn't do it for any-

"Then why?" Yoongi cut the blonde mid words, eyes gazing at the younger who gulped before looking down at the floor, his shoulders dropping.

"I just, I just wanted Jungkook to feel good. W-what Mr. Kim did was for m-me. He didn't hesitated before killing y-your and Jungkook's parents because he wanted me to have all the luxuries." Taehyung's eyes burned once again with new tears as he remembered the tiny love his father had for him, which slowly disappeared as he aged.

"I felt guilty toward J-jungkook and you, Yoongi h-hyung." Taehyung looked up at the elder, who had his fist clenched tightly, jaw tight with anger. He took a step forward closing his eyes, his voice barely audible.

"If- if hurting me makes you feel better, you can hurt me. I-I promise I-I will take the beatings like a g-good younger b-brother. I-I swear-" The younger paused, feeling his words grew heavier as his sight fixed at the tools kept in the corner of the room.

His breathing shuddering and he could feel his legs shaking, tiny drop of sweat visible on his forehead. He stuttered, closing his eyes;
"I-i swear, I am ready to shed all the blood running in my veins which belong to the murderer of your parents."

Taehyung whispered, his heart breaking with guilt and sadness but even before he could open his eyelashes and face the elder, he stumbled back on his feet. Jaw throbbing with the strength of the punch that was thrown his way.

Yoongi looked dead at the him, his soft syllables churning his heart with something the man had never felt after his parent's death as he grabbed Taehyung by his collar, drawing a tiny yelp from him.

"I fucking hate your existence, Kim Taehyung." The younger man searched Yoongi's face, only witnessing immense anger and hate over his features. As he closed his eyes, accepting whatever Yoongi had to give him for being the son of a cruel bastard.

But Taehyung felt his eyes burn with new tears at the words of the elder, never understanding what he had done to receive such hate from everybody around him. Why did he always cause people to get angry?

And his breath hitched when an another punch met his face, tripping over his feet the man tried to balance his figure, not having a chance to do so as the mafia's brother pulled him closer with his hood, landing a fist on his stomach, the blonde gasping with pain, he's body bending down in half.

A tear rolled down from Taehyung's orbs, feeling his skin burn as the male whimpered when the elder grabbed him by his locks, coming face to face with his angry cat-like eyes.

His teary orbs fixed at Yoongi's face, something flickering in his eyes as he waited, freezing in his movements. Face messy with dried and wet tears, the bleeding cut near his lip and red bruises already forming on his jaw line.

The man gritted his teeth, jerking Taehyung closer who shut his eyes scared and in an ache, biting his lips to prevent himself from letting out any pleading. Even though his body hurt already and his skin burned, he didn't dare beg the elder to stop.

Yoongi pulled Taehyung with him toward the table kept in the corner as the younger's eyes widened, wiggling in his hold, he tried getting away. Heart beating rapidly inside his chest.

The blonde felt it impossible to loosen the grip of Yoongi's hand on his collar, crying terrified when he pushed his palm to lay flat on the wooden surface, glaring at his soul.

He looked ahead, orbs searching for something. Ignoring Taehyung's tiny and weak hits on his fingers where he held his wrist. When a smirk rolls on his lips, the other hand reaching for a pliers.

Taehyung felt his soul leaving his body, shaking his head furiously, tears of absolute terror leaving his orbs, he pulled himself away back with all his might, crying when failed.

And the pleads that Taehyung had tied in his mouth finally left his lips watching Yoongi take his one of the fingers in between the pliers end. He shivered.

"N-no! N-no. Pl-please. I-I am sorry, I--" Taehyung cried out loudly, trying his hardest to get away but the mafia's brother's grip stayed strong, not letting his palm move an inch.

He cried louder, shaking in his misery. "Pl-please don't- h-hurt, please. Y-yoongi hyung- s-sir please.." The blonde begged, sobbing loudly. The elder's eyes squinted, fist clenching around the younger's wrist as he forced his fingers to press the tool with his finger in between.

But the elder frowned when couldn't make any movement, the blonde beside him wailing loudly. He took a glance at him, the younger hiccuped.

"Please s-sir, please, I-I will be good- good I-I promise. Pl-please. I-I am sorry." Taehyung sobbed, broken syllables falling on Yoongi's ears who jerked him away suddenly, his leg hit it at the table's leg, the blonde fell down, curling to himself as he held his palm closer to his chest. Loud sobs and hiccups filling the room.

But he flinched when the other's voice resonated throughout the room. "Get lost." Yoongi opened the door and looked back at the blonde.

The younger gasping with pain, his body crouched in his corner, scared and whimpering he silently wept, the male's lip bleeding, many bruises visible on once unmarked skin.

Taehyung struggled to get up, forcing his body to stand again, he flattened his palm on the wall and supported himself, hissing with immense pain, he stood up, sobbing softly, hands still curled over his chest.

He watched Yoongi come closer, his heartbeat quickening, ducking his head down and raising his arms in front of his face to protect himself, when the other male raised his fist at him.

The elder in front of him stopped midway while he stared at the scared boy in front of him, the red bruises visible from behind his hoodie, jaw clenching and unclenching, something churning inside his chest, he ignored the weird feeling.

"It took you only three fists to weep and start pleading, what were you even thinking while offering yourself?" Yoongi clicked his tongue, holding the blonde by his forearm as he forced them down, revealing Taehyung's bleeding lip and wet eyes, fear filling those orbs, he blinked.

"I-i am sorry. I c-could- couldn't. Y-you can h-hurt me m-more-" Taehyung stuttered, eyes falling down to stare at the floor when new tears burned his pupils, feeling useless and weak. The elder male glared at his figure, angry, throwing his hand in the air.

"No way. I don't want to kill you, already. Just- just go away." Yoongi uttered, turning away from Taehyung who stared with confusion at his back, silently nodding his head, he bowed at the mafia's brother, stumbling forward slowly.

Dragging himself slowly, limping in the process as a result of hitting his knees at the hard floor earlier, when his eyes widened, tripping over his own feet, a painful soft cry resonated throughout the room.

The elder shook his head, staring at the younger, walking toward his petite figure. The male took a hold of the blonde's forearm, pulling him up on his feet harshly, unaware of his fingers being wrapped around a red patch under the sleeves as Taehyung screamed with the ache.

"Ah!- h-hurt. Pl-please, l-let go." The male cried out, making Yoongi let go of his arm immediately off guard, his eyes a little big in size as Taehyung curled his arm over his own chest.

"I-i'll go by m-myself." The male sniffled, turning around on his heels, leaving silently, the male still followed the younger to the lift, pressing his thumb against the dashboard to access the mafia's floor.

Taehyung leaned against the wall with closed eyes, unaware as Yoongi stepped outside, the door closing. When the elder looked down at his palm, drops of blood, visible on his knuckles, feeling his heart drop a little.

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Taehyung supported his body against the metal wall of the lift, flinching a little when it made a noise and the door opened. Trailing with the help of the wall of the lobby as he dragged his feet with difficulty.

How foolish he was to think everything had ended on a happy note. How foolish of him was to think that he would be happy after marrying Jungkook? The blonde looked down at his arm, folding his sleeve, he looked blankly at his bruised skin.

A throaty sad chuckle leaving his mouth- His father was wrong. Who said he was useless? Just look at both the mafia brothers using him to his full worth. A little maid.

The Male's body was hurting and aching, he felt his eyes burn, blinking them furiously to get rid of the blurry sight. But he stopped in the middle and tried taking longer and deep breaths, pushing his body forward when he felt his sight turn blurry once again, his head heavy.

The younger shook his head, blinking but he felt his leg go weak, falling forward, expecting to hit his face first at the floor when someone wrapped his arms around his figure as Taehyung let the black dots in front of his vision take over, closing his eyes he let go of his body weight completely.

"O-Oh my god!" The young boy's eyes widened at the unknown unconscious male in his arm, worried and panicked. The young male looked at the elder's appearance, taking down notes of his clothes which for sure didn't belong to some guard, his bruises and long eyelashes which rested on his cheeks calmly.

The dried tears and bloody lip made the younger feel uneasy in his stomach, pity crawling in his chest for the stranger. Wondering why such a gorgeous man was in such condition at the mafia's mansion, that too on the boss's floor.

"S-sir?" He softly called out, tapping at his bread cheeks, when he heard footsteps behind, hurriedly calling for the other loudly.

"Hyung! Jackson hyung!" He called out, receiving the said male's attention who was going for the opposite turn. Frowning he stepped toward his younger brother, who looked worried and scared.

But Jackson's eyes widened when noticed the familiar person, a horrified gasp leaving his lips. "Jinyoung the heck you are doing?" The guard asked, his brother glared at him mad.

"Have you gone nuts! Can't you see, help me pick him up. W-we need to assist him medically." Jinyoung hissed as Jackson crouched down on his knees beside his brother. He looked worried at the blonde, shaking his head.

"We can't."

"What- are you for real? He's hurt and-

"He is Kim Taehyung." Jackson uttered, sadness dripping from his voice as the younger's mouth hung open. He looked at his brother and then at the unconscious man in his embrace and back to Jackson.

"The boss's lover?" Jinyoung screamed, raising his eyebrows in disbelief, his words having Jackson panicked who looked around, shushing the younger with the use of his palm.

"Shut up Jinyoung! Y-you will get me killed." Jackson uttered, making his brother roll his eyes as he pushed the guard's hand away.

"Just help me, hyung. He looked so hurt." The younger said pitifully about the blonde, his brother looking unsure when he nudged him. Jinyoung pinched his lips in a thin line.

"Just do it, hyung. It's 2 am in the morning and you are off duty. Sir Jeon will not know." Jackson bit on his lips, unsure but a soft whimper from Taehyung had his facade breaking as he hurriedly helped his younger brother to pick the blonde up from the floor.

The man paced outside the wooden door, looking around cautiously for anyone's presence, nervously fidgeting with his fingers, when the door opened, revealing the young boy.

Jackson looked wide eyed at Jinyoung, trying to peek inside the room but the door fell closed, his eyes worried and panicked. "Is he okay?" The younger sighed, shaking his head.

"He's definitely not okay." The younger uttered, continuing his words, "Although, he got only a few bruises here and there and a little cut on his lips. The man is traumatised."

"Poor him, he was even shivering in his unconscious state. Rambling apologies and pleadings to not hurt him-" Jinyoung softly told his brother, whose shoulders dropped at the information. The younger's throat clogged up with sadness.

But they flinched when they heard a scared scream from inside, running back to the room. Their heart falling to the pit of their stomach. The blonde hid in the corner of the room, sobbing into his palm as Jinyoung made a run toward the blonde.

But Taehyung flinched back, colliding with the wall and whimpering with pain, covering his head, "Pl-please, d-don't hurt-" He stuttered. The younger raised his hands in the air, surrendering.

"No, no. Shh- sir. Calm down. I-i am not going to hurt you. S-sir-" He called softly as the male in front of him lowered his arms, looking at his wide puppy eyes, the young boy smiled softly, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"You can trust me, Taehyung hyung-nim. I am not a threat." The boy smiled, forcing his words with big, happy eyes as the blonde hiccuped, leaning forward hesitating when Jinyoung wrapped his arms around his stiff figure.

Only a minute later, the scared blonde crumbling in the hug, loud cries hurting Jinyoung's heart. The guard standing at a far distance, to not appear as a danger in case.

"I-I am sorry, s-so sorry." Jinyoung hugged the blonde tighter, "You don't have to apologise, hyung-nim, no one will hurt you." Jackson bit on his lips, hearing his brother and the blonde talk in soft whispers.

Taehyung shook his head at Jinyoung's words, sniffling and sobbing. "I-I needed to be h-hurt, I-I couldn't take the beating. I-I am useless." The blonde confessed as Jinyoung's eyes watered at the broken syllables.

Jackson's heartbreaking first time in his life, looking at the sobbing male on the floor, his younger brother attempting to calm the blonde as he gulped the heavy lump down his throat. Soft whisper on his tongue.

"Sir is going to regret everything."

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The gunshots that resonated throughout the area were loud and sharp. Shaking the walls and the ground underneath. The target at front was torn with the fire bullets.

"I felt guilty toward J-jungkook and you, Yoongi h-hyung."

The man's jaw clenched as his eyes burned red with anger, throwing the gun away and getting rid of the noise cancelling headphones over his head.

His clenching and unclenching fist, something constantly bothering his peace, turning an emotion in his chest, Yoongi had never felt before.

As he closed his eyes and frustratingly pulled on his hairs, missing the male who had just entered the area, frowning at him as he walked closer to the distressed male.

"What happened, Yoongi?" The male let out, silver hairs pushed back to reveal his forehead, worried for the elder. Pushing a stick of cigarette to the other.

The mafia's brother looked at his subordinate, shaking his head negatively, as he lit up the stick and took a long puff of air. Sighing, he whispered, "Nothing, Jimin." The said male looked unsure, nodding his head softly, a smirk roll over his lips.

Walking forward and picking up a gun laying at a distance as he checked the weapon, starting in a hushed tone, "So? How was your first meeting with that pawn?"

Yoongi looked dead at the younger, who raised his eyebrows at him, waiting for a response, eyes shining with excitement.

"Not something special." The elder said, looking away, a chuckle from Jimin drawing his attention. The smoke from the drug stick surrounding them.

"Not special? The blood on your knuckles tell otherwise." Jimin said, pointing at his fingers as Yoongi looked down at his dirty digits, wiping them away on his own shirt. He heard Jimin talk silently.

"You know what, I actually thought it wouldn't be fun to hurt someone who knows nothing and did absolutely zero harm to us-" Jimin paused in between throwing his hands in the air when Yoongi glared at him, the scowl on his lips scaring.

"Don't look at me like that dude, I actually thought that but- when I see Jungkook, I strangely feel nice about whatever is happening, you and Jungkook must have gone through a lot, only because of Taehyung's dad." Yoongi stared into thin air, a wave of rage in his heart as he remembered the memories of his childhood.

His parents death, Mrs. Jeon and the thirteen year old Jungkook- nose flaring with anger, the male let Jimin's words fall into his ears, listening silently.

"I hate that pawn for what he did. He must have enjoyed all the luxury and comfort you both deserved." The shorter male shook his head, rambling to himself as he picked up a gun, taking his position to shoot the targets.

"It must be hard for you both. Especially Kook, it's not easy to be the boss, he must have worked so hard whereas that thing was all cuddled up in the comfort of his father's money-" Jimin continued, turning his head at Yoongi who rubbed his forehead, throwing the cigarette on the floor. Crushing it under his feet.

"Jimin can you please stop-" Yoongi started, feeling his head throb but his words were quick to die down in his throat, when another male entered the area, his presence demanding attention. Heavy boots colliding against the floor loudly and dominating.

Yoongi frowned at the thundering mafia in front of him, confused as the raven stood at a hand distance from him, his bulge figure towering over him. Eyes narrowed down to show his fury, sleeves folded till the elbows, his veins popping on his forehead. The aura that surrounded him had everyone in range looking at their boss from the corner of their eyes.

The mafia looked at his surroundings, raising his hand as he clicked his fingers, his voice low and deep. "Dismiss." Every guard present in the area heard the orders sharp and clear, putting their weapons down, they all left quietly, not wanting to be the subject of their boss's wrath.

As Jungkook stole a glance at Jimin and the male didn't have to tell twice to put his gun down, leaving the area silently before bowing at the brothers.

Thick silence took over the four walls, Yoongi gazing at Jungkook who glared back, the elder stepped forward. Raising his hand to rest at the mafia's shoulder, "What happened, Jungkook? Everything alright?"

"Why did you do that?" Jungkook's words were clear and sharp, voice falling to a tone of octave lower, his jaw clenching and unclenching in a failed attempt to surpass his anger.

The questioned man looked frowning at his brother, taking his hand back, he asked, "What? What did I do?" Yoongi expressed confusion about the male's anger. The mafia's shaking fist didn't go unnoticed by him.

"You hurted Taehyung. Why?" Jungkook deadpanned, his words had all the expressions from Yoongi's face disappear, his eyes going blank as the male uttered in a very obvious tone,

"You asked me to-"

"I asked you to only scare him, why would you hurt him?" Jungkook cut the male's sentence in between, nose flaring dangerously. Watching his brother gritting his teeth at the disrespect.

"I didn't hurt him, it was only three fists, he was a weakling." Yoongi scoffed as Jungkook breathed rigidly, stepping a step closer to the elder.

"We talked about this already, hyung. You told me there will be no violence involved." Jungkook said, growling low in his throat, the elder in front him getting angry with each passing second.

"Are you questioning me because of him, Jungkook?" Yoongi said, the raven closing his eyes as he shook his head and to push down the bubbling rage in his system, opening them again, he looked calmly at his brother.

"No. He doesn't matter to me, hyung. I am asking you because you changed your words. Why did you-"

"I can't stand his presence near me! He- He fucking makes me angry. He's eyes- they fucking remind me of the man who killed my parents." Yoongi screamed, frustratingly throwing a few stuff on the floor, as he tilted his head to look at the mafia who stood there unaffected, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You have never questioned me before, Jungkook? Why the sudden change?" Yoongi asked, the mafia scoffing, looking furious at his brother.

"I have already told you-

"Have you gotten softer for him? Does hurting him make you feel bad?" Jungkook clenched his jaw when Yoongi stepped forward, glaring dead into his eyes.

"Stop spitting nonsense hyung, I am angry because you changed your words. You have never gone against my orders. I clearly asked you to not hurt-"

"So what? So what if I landed a few punches at him? So what if I took my anger out on him- isn't it for what we planned all of this!" The elder screamed, Jungkook's nose flaring with rage, eyes bloodshed with the amounts of emotions swirling in them.

"We decided to go as we planned and this is not what-"

"Don't forget he's your parent's murderer, Jungkook." Yoongi cut the mafia's syllables in between, a dangerous aura radiating from the mafia's figure.

"Don't forget he's the reason your parents got murdered for-" Yoongi glared in an angry, thick and deep voice stabbing the mafia's mind, "-Don't forget he was the reason your mother jumped off the cliff in order to save you." Yoongi poked his index finger at the raven's chest.

"Don't dare forget Jungkook, that the jewellery piece your father especially made for your mother for bringing you into this world was worn by him as just "another gift" from his father." Yoongi uttered, pushing the mafia away, taking two steps back from the younger who stood silently in front of him.

"And Oh! About defying your orders-" Yoongi laughed backward, looking straight into Jungkook's charcoal orbs, his expressions fell. Features ice cold.

"-I failed to feel anything for the person who caused my parents death and made my younger brother do things he hated at the young age of thirteen-" The male paused, crossing his hand, Yoongi bowed down in front of the mafia, matching his sight with Jungkook's orbs from his position, cat-like eyes turning moist, the mafia didn't fail to see.

"-I apologise for disobeying your orders, Sir." The mafia felt his throat clogged up as Yoongi stood straight and left the room, leaving Jungkook to burn in loneliness and ear piercing silence.
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