Trigger warning: this chapter contains mentions of drug use and rape. If those topics are triggering to you or anyone around you, please do not read this chapter. I am not in any shape or form glorifying rape and drug use, as I have my own experiences with these topics. Please continue with these warnings. Thank you and be safe! Love you.

Namjoon types away on his laptop, Rosé seated right beside him, the two of them working away to try and get some insight about Jimin's past. The two haven't spoken a word since they had entered the local town library to work in peace. Namjoon sighs, clearly having gotten nowhere even though he's been sitting at the table for nearly an hour, with a phone book at his side. "It's difficult," he speaks up.

"What?" Rosé says, looking up from her own computer. Namjoon slides his laptop out of the way, "this situation that we've all been put in is difficult, but at the same it's exhilarating," he breathes out.

Rosé, who is barely focused on Namjoon's words, squints her eyes at her laptop. "I think I found him, Min Yoongi," she whispers over to Namjoon quickly, "Namjoon! I think I found him," she repeats, Namjoon stands up and leans over her as he reads the words on her laptops screen, "how the fuck did you find him?" He says, a grimace playing on his lips.

"Jimin was involved with a person like this...I can't believe it," she takes a deep breath, looking at the screen, "how can Taehyung and Jungkook find Min Yoongi...if the police can't even find him themselves," she whispers, more to herself rather than Namjoon.

"This just got a whole lot more complicated," Namjoon starts, "this guy is responsible for multiple accounts of murder, drugs, human trafficking, do we really want Taehyung and Jungkook to hunt this guy down and get involved with him?"

Rosé shrugs, "I mean we don't know if this is the Min Yoongi that we're looking for. Under all these articles about this guy's actions, there's no photographs, no sketches just brief descriptions that don't even remotely match the picture we do have of Mine Yoongi that Jungkook and Taehyung know," she compromises, "and for all we know, the name could be an alias for a completely different guy."

"Think about it," Namjoon taps his fingers on the desk, "after Jimin and Jungkook broke friends, Min Yoongi and Jimin went completely off the grid. He doesn't want to be found," Namjoon emphasises, trying to make his point seem crystal clear.

"Well Namjoon, he needs to be found if we want to know anything about Jimin..and I know what you're trying to say beneath your words, you want me to keep this from Jungkook and I'm not going to do that. It'll break his heart if we possibly had a lead, and didn't tell him or at least offer him some help," Rosé says, slamming her laptop shut and gathering her things.

Namjoon only watches her swing her bag over her shoulder and leave in silence.

She huffs upon reaching outside, her bag handles slipping from her shoulder.

"Hey!"

Rosé turns around to see a young girl running from the entrance of the library, she pants as she runs up to Rosé, hands on her knees as she catches her breath, she can't look a day over thirteen, with her blonde braids, small and innocent face, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with that man in the library," she begins. Rosé stops her there and then, "listen, you don't want to involve yourself in matters that you're definitely not too mature to even know about," she snaps back, turning around to walk away from the little girl.

"I know who Yoongi is."

She pauses in her step, slowly turning around, "what did you just say?"

The girl takes a deep breath, "he's my cousin. And he's not what all the articles say, there's a million Min Yoongi's out there, my cousin, he's so sick of the fact that people assume he's this bad guy that he doesn't even go by that name anymore, but he's Yoongi."

Rosé faces the girl, "it's like you said, there's a million Min Yoongi's out there, how can I be so sure that you're talking about the one I'm looking for?"

"I saw the picture you have, it's him. I don't know why you're looking for him but I can give you his cellphone number."

Rosé smiles gratefully, "that would be a great help."

Taking advantage of this moment, Rosé asks, "so can you tell me a little bit about your cousin? Like, what's his current name?" The little girl steps forward, walking along side Rosé, "well my name is Katana, I figured you'd want to know my name," Katana says, pulling at her sleeves. Rosé smiles, "yes."

"My cousin goes by his rap name more often, he doesn't like going by his name because people question him a lot more. His rap name is Agust D trust me I don't know why that dork chose that name."

Rosé chuckles at Katana's words, she seems mature than she looks and is, Rosé seemingly judged her wrong. "Listen, the one thing you need to know about Yoongi is that...he doesn't like to be found, and I'm talking about my cousin here. So calling him may not work."

"So what can I do?" Rosé asks, stopping in front of a block of apartments, "this is my stop," Katana says in a hurry, "but I'll tell you where he works, in a club. The After Dark club. You'll know it. But...don't go searching for him in the night, it's...not safe there," she mumbles before rushing through the gates of the building.

Before Rosé has the chance to follow after Katana, she's already gone.

Rosé frowns, Katana had gave her a warning?

About what?

If Yoongi wasn't who the internet perceived him to be, and instead was Agust, then why was Rosé given these mysterious warnings.

"He doesn't like to be found."

"Don't go searching for him in the night."

What did that all mean? Regardless, Rosé pulls out her phone to quickly call Jungkook and give him all of the information that she's found out about the infamous Yoongi that all three Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin knew.

---

Taehyung sighs.

Jungkook had just informed him about the information Rosé had found out.

He is sitting on his couch, one hand on the couch arm, his fingers tapping an irregular beat as he thinks.

Secrets.

They're the same as lies. You have to make up many of them, but once they unravel, the truth comes spilling out and causes a fire like an unfortunate oil spill on the sea, a burning inferno on water.

Just like many, Taehyung had secrets, has secrets. And now, the secret he had been trying his whole life to hide, would come unravelling out almost as if it were a ball of yarn being played with by a curious cat. But the question remains:

Should Taehyung let chaos fall upon his life by his own means, or let someone else do it for him?

With a sigh, Taehyung stands up, walking into his room, and then into his walk in closet, reaching to the back, where many of his suit blazers lay on the racks. He reaches behind, feeling the wall for a button, and when his nimble fingers press the button, he steps back, hearing the tone of clanking, a draw popping out upon pressing it.

Taehyung walks over, shoulders tense, staring down at the thing in the draw, the thing he had kept for insurance, but kept it away to never think about the life he had before this lavish one.

An angel can always turn devil, but it takes a lot to hurt an devil that turned good, to make them evil again.

The black metal of the gun glints in Taehyung's eyes.

It was hard, to get where he was now. A business man is never good. A business man is evil. He has secrets. He'll do whatever he can to keep what's his. To protect what's his. And to be at the top, and from the loss Taehyung had in his life, from fucking up his marriage, to many other things like failing his education, he vowed to do whatever it takes to be on top. It was suicide.

But a man without anything to live for is capable of anything.

And it so happened to be that Taehyung is capable of anything.

See, secrets are always going to be hard to explain. Some hide them for the better, and some hide them for the worse. But Taehyung? He hid them for fear of what he'll become again.

He lifts his head up high, staring down at the gun. And with his dominant hand, he picks it up, feeling the cool metal. It all felt so familiar, the slight heaviness meant it was still fully loaded, like Taehyung had left it all those years ago. He turns it over in front of his eyes, lifting it to get a better look at his old friend.

Eyes dark, Taehyung feels the memories burn through his vein, like little snapshots of memories, his brain plays them like a slideshow. The old person he used to be, the old friends he used to see and the the old places he used to inhabit.

Insurance.

That's what this was.

Taehyung knew what was in that club. Taehyung knew that Yoongi was there all along. Taehyung knew why Katana had given Rosé all those warnings. But he kept his mouth shut, because if it meant hiding his treacherous secrets for a little while longer, he would do anything. If that meant hurting Jungkook, he would risk it all, all over again.

Secrets are a powerful thing. More powerful than something like greed or jealousy, because secrets can make a man do anything, but they can make a man kill to make sure that those secrets remain hidden, and Taehyung doesn't know what he could do to keep it hidden, because ultimately, he knew his time was up, but if there was one thing he could do, it was at least protect the ones that need protecting.

He sighs once more, sliding the gun into his suit pants at the back, his blazer hiding the tent, and over that, he slides on his long coat. He takes a good look in the mirror.

"Your past is coming for you Taehyung, you just make sure that it doesn't become you once more," he whispers to himself, eyeing the faded scar underneath his eye. It was so faint that you couldn't even notice that it was there, but Taehyung could vividly remember the pain of a knife being thrown at him, near missing his eye. He could remember how bad the scar was, fresh out of treatment. But no one else knew.

When you had a life like Taehyung's, you had to do, what you had to do, to become a beast, a god, someone who is what everyone wants to be. Men will kneel down to you, on your accord, and women will want to be with you forever, till death do you part. But everything lavish at life comes with a cost.

And Taehyung had a cost.

The shrill sound of his phone ringing pulls him back to reality, and he rushes back into his bedroom, seeing his phone screen flash with Jungkook's name. He rushes over, picking it up, "hey," he breathes out, trying to control the heavy pants, his chest rising up and down rapidly. Jungkook sighs through the line, "are you ready? I've heard about this club online...and it doesn't exactly seem like a place where good people go to have fun," he says.

Pausing for a moment, Taehyung ponders on what to say next, and then, in that second, he realises that instead of lying, he could tiptoe around the truth and see how Jungkook responds to it, "we'll be fine," Taehyung finally says after a minute. Jungkook scoffs, "oh yeah, and how do you know that? You sound so confident. We'll stick out like sore thumbs."

Taehyung takes in a deep breath, "I've been to After Dark before, surprising I know," Taehyung begins in a charming tone, but soon turns serious once more, "and before you ask, no, I don't want to talk about it. Look, I'll pick you up, be ready."

---

Mark Twain once said, "there is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable," and what Jungkook wanted, was forbidden. It became forbidden all those years ago, once he had separated from Taehyung. But now the two were working along side each other again, and Jungkook couldn't help but be tempted to touch his honey skin, drown in his chocolate eyes and succumb to his lips on his skin.

The monster hiding behind those walls that Jungkook had built for himself was twisting, turning and grumbling around in its sleep, ready to be awoken with a single touch from Taehyung. And it was angry, hungry, lusting for Taehyung to come and force Jungkook under his beautiful body.

Fuck.

Jungkook was in trouble and he knew it.

Jungkook stares at himself in the mirror, disgusted with himself at what he was becoming.

All those years, he had forgotten about Taehyung, not a single thought in his mind. But now, Jungkook awakes - Taehyung.

He eats - Taehyung.

He works - Taehyung.

He sleeps - Taehyung.

His every single thought to cross his mind either forced him to think about Taehyung, or was something to do with his ex-husband. And don't get him wrong, it's not like he wanted to think about Taehyung, he wanted to think about other things, anything other than Taehyung...but he couldn't. He tried so hard, so desperately searching for an escape.

The monster awoke.

It's eyes unblinking, full of a depth that Jungkook could die in.

And he wanted to scream, the claws reaching over, closer and closer and closer. Tears stream down his face, throat itchy and swollen.

He wanted to run..

But he couldn't.

He couldn't escape his deepest and darkest thoughts about the man he once loved.

In fact, Jungkook didn't know if he still...

No.

He shouldn't wonder.

Wondering is what got him into this position in the first place. Wondering what Taehyung was like presently. Wondering if he should ask Taehyung to come over. Wondering if they'd work well together to find Jimin.

Of all the "what if" 's that Jungkook asked, this certain what if had a target on his back, and he could feel the arrows puncturing through his skin, and through his bones, his rips collapsing.

That's how it felt to think about Taehyung.

It was complete and utter chaos.

And for some stupid reason, it gave Jungkook a rush that he couldn't control. Like he craved more and more and more, and Taehyung was the only one to give it to him. The endorphins and adrenaline pumping through his blood at any thought of Taehyung was toxic, he shouldn't think like this. He was happy with his current lover... or...was he not?

Was Jungkook playing himself? Was Mark just a distraction from what Jungkook really wanted?

"Where are you going all dressed up like that?" Mark's voice enters Jungkook's mind, and he flinches a little, his thoughts being discarded. Jungkook looks at himself in his mirror, well, he didn't try to make it noticeable that he was going out, but...his plan failed. There he was, donned in an almost see through silk shirt, tucked into tight leather pants, his eyes shimmery and lips glossy with a pinkish hue.

Jungkook knew that if he was honest about where he was going Mark wouldn't like that, so he simply said, "me and my friends are going out for some drinks. It's been a tough couple of weeks so we figured that we deserve it." Mark nods, observing Jungkook from head to toe. He sighs, walking over to Jungkook, slightly pulling him in by his waist. Jungkook gasps, "Mark," he whispers.

Mark reaches over with one hand, fingers tucking into Jungkook's perfectly placed locks, "you look beautiful babe," he says. Jungkook smiles slightly, not knowing what to say.

He finds the situation awkward. Almost alien.

Clearing his throat, he says, "well I'm going to head out now."

Before Jungkook can leave, "is Taehyung going to be there?"

Jungkook paused.

"Why are you asking?"

Mark sighs, rubbing his neck, "look, I just don't trust him. He...doesn't seem good to be around. Whenever I see him, I don't get the right vibe from it." Jungkook scoffs, "yeah of course you don't get the right vibe from him, you're not someone he wants to be friends with Mark. Think about it. You don't know him, and on top of that you're my boyfriend."

"Oh? And you know him? You don't know anything about that man. Not anymore you don't. You completely cut off all contact with him for years Jungkook, for all you know he could be a serial killer."

Jungkook laughs, "yeah well I highly doubt that. Listen I don't want to talk about this right now, clearly neither of us are going to get anywhere. I'm going to leave, get my mind off of whatever bullshit you just said to me, you should do the fucking same."

Jungkook walks off, his mind still baffled at Mark's point about Taehyung. Sure, the two hadn't had that conversation about what they did while they were separated, but could it really be something bad like Mark assumes it to be? Or is Mark just saying that because Taehyung is Taehyung?

It was hard to believe what is what in a game of foul play, not knowing who to trust or what to think but of all things Jungkook knew for one, that no matter what, Taehyung would be the only he'd defend for the rest of his life. He doesn't know why, and he doesn't know how. Maybe it was because in this game of finding Jimin, he's the only one that understands. He's the only one who's there. And maybe it's better off having someone who's there than an enemy.

And, with Taehyung, Jungkook was willing to be ignorant.

---

"What's wrong?" Taehyung says, pulling at the lapels of his coat, trying to shield himself from the cold, he stares at Jungkook, watching as Jungkook steps out of the car, shivering without any jacket of sorts, "nothing, Mark and I had a little argument before I left," he says, tone clear that he doesn't wanna elaborate.

"Well try to keep your mind off of it," Taehyung says, stating the clear obvious, earning an eye roll from Jungkook. "Yeah well that's what I'm trying to do." Taehyung merely ignores Jungkook's cheek, and strides forward without the younger, reaching the entrance of the club, passing the line, ignoring the shocked eyes of people outside, cursing Taehyung for "cutting".

Upon this, Jungkook notices the body change in Taehyung. His shoulders wider, back more straight, limbs tense, almost as if he's alert, or on guard. "Taehyung," Jungkook whispers, hands sliding around his arm to stop him, "why are you cutting the line?" Jungkook asks. Taehyung looks down, "whatever you hear tonight, whatever you see tonight, you don't question it, okay? Not until I bring it up. It's dangerous here, and I didn't even want you to come," he says with a tone of sharp bitterness, causing a pang of sadness to erupt in Jungkook's heart, one of neglect.

Taehyung notices Jungkook's expression and his heart softens.

"Listen," he sighs, "everyone has secrets you know. Some secrets that I hold dear to my heart, underneath all that darkness, are on the edge of spilling out the moment we stepped out of the car," he says, looking straight ahead.

Jungkook looks at Taehyung, "but...why are you telling me this?"

"You're a good person Jungkook, your heart is pure, and it'll be very easy for you to not look at me the same once you hear what you hear today."

Jungkook knows what Taehyung is trying to imply. That he is some sort of terrible person, that has done terrible things and now he carries these terrible secrets over his mind, but surely they can't be that bad? Jungkook scoffs playfully, noticing the stoic hardness of Taehyung's facial expression, "hey, you haven't murdered someone have you?" He jokes, teasing Taehyung.

Taehyung is silent, "come on," he mumbles, his delicate fingers wrapping around Jungkook's wrist as he pulls the younger with him gently towards the security guard standing at the front of the line.

"Tell your boss that Kim Taehyung is here."

Taehyung speaks soundly, before the guard can even process it. Jungkook giggles, "I didn't know that you had that many privileges," as the two are immediately walked into the club, hearing others from outside groan and cause a slight commotion. "Well, the perks of being me," Taehyung mumbles sarcastically, looking around the club.

Everything was still the same. The large upstairs balconies, overlooking the dance floor, the bar on the side, and myriads of people, dancing away. Taehyung's heart pulls uncomfortably, as he glances at Jungkook from the side.

Upon first look, it just looks like a normal club, that's what Jungkook noticed. But if you look at something twice, or maybe even thrice, sometimes you see what you haven't seen before: that's the case with this club.

Jungkook sees a lot of men, that simply looked out of place, wearing normal clothes, clothes you'd wear to a club, but stand offish, very stand offish. All situated in different places in the club, just looking around, not making contact with anyone else, just there. And then he noticed, as Taehyung and he were led further into the club, little rooms, with drapes as a door.

"This is weird," he mumbles.

His eyes widen as he takes in a scene from one of the rooms with the drapes slightly open. Two women, and a man, around the age of fifty. The women didn't look...sober. With their dress handles sliding down, and their dresses risen up to over their hips, panties on show and slightly torn, they looked out of it. He stares at the older man, who's picking up some sort of white powder with his pinky nail, that's longer than the rest, and he brings to his nose, inhaling it deeply, tipping his head back.

Jungkook gasps when the man looks at him, winking as he pulls in one of the ladies, forcing her to take whatever drug he took and then forcibly touching her breasts and vagina.

He shudders, catching up to Taehyung, "upon looking around, I don't think I should be here Tae," he says, hands gripping Taehyung's bicep. Taehyung pauses, "you'll be okay, just stay by my side."

They continue to walk until they reach large oak double doors, on either side is a golden gargoyle of some sorts, a lion, sitting down. The door embellished with glittering golden accents. Taehyung forced out a laugh, "he never failed to love the glitz and glam," he nods at the men in suits who led them here, and they push open the doors before Jungkook can say a word of protest.

Doors being pushed open, Jungkook's lips fall apart in a soft gasp as he takes in the sight before him, from what he had seen before: a normal, trashy club with drug abusers and women looking for a fun time and men looking for a relaxer, this was different. This room was classy, big and standing out.

Taehyung and Jungkook are led in, stepping on to the shiny marble, the only sound being the doors shutting behind them, the music shutting out, only a mere dull thud. Taehyung looks straight before him, recognising the room immediately, like nothing had changed. And Jungkook knew, he knew something was off.

The silence emitting from Taehyung hadn't hidden it either, and the familiarity in Taehyung's eyes as he stared hard ahead of him didn't even come close to hiding whatever was running wild in Taehyung's mind. Jungkook's fingers shake as he slowly reaches over, fingers sliding into Taehyung's hand, gripping the older's palm tightly, his fingers squeezing Taehyung's hand slightly in reassurance, "whatever is going to happen next, we go through it together Taehyung," Jungkook whispers, pausing for a moment in the marble hallway.

Glancing at Jungkook, Taehyung smiles, before removing his hand slowly, letting it fall to his side, "I know," he says, but it sounds unconvinced.

"Kim," a voice purrs out, the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway. A man, wearing beautiful attire, a suit that looked like it was handmade and stitched together by the gods themselves hugging every muscle of his, the man steps in front of Taehyung, smirking slightly, "it's been a while," he almost whispers.

Taehyung's eyes are secretive and dark, those coffee coloured orbs swirling with a look that Jungkook just couldn't decipher, "there's no need for niceties, take me to him."

"What makes you think that boss wants to see you?" The man questions, his cheekiness and playful grin making the old lines of his forehead and wrinkles under his eyes become almost invisible as he starts to look years younger.

The man, Jungkook observes. He looks around forty years old, a man with slicked back hair, odd few grey hairs here and there. He almost looked like he stepped right out of a Korean Drama.

"I'm sure Christian would love to see an old friend."

The man's smile drops, but it doesn't last long as he turns his attention to Jungkook, tilting his head he steps forward, "and you must be Jungkook," he whispers, taking Jungkook's hand and bringing it to his lips, "what a shame. They're going to eat you alive in there," he whispers. So quite it sounds like a snake hissing. So quite that Jungkook near misses his venom like words.

He steps away, "you know the way Kim," he smirks, walking in the other direction.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, "let's go." He pushes himself forward, the nerves in his body screaming at him to leave, that it wasn't safe for the Bambi eyed man next to him, but they had already made it this far, they couldn't turn back now could they?

Both Jungkook and Taehyung walked in the silence, but then the deafening silence became too loud for Taehyung, and he spoke up, "I bet you'll have a lot of questions after tonight," he begins, glancing to the side to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, "oh yeah? I bet you'll tell me not to ask questions I don't want the answer too," he replies almost instantly, making Taehyung chuckle.

"But I'll answer them anyways because it's you," Taehyung whispers. Jungkook pauses for a moment, the words from Taehyung processing in his mind but he can't even reply because Taehyung navigation to the "place" ends as he stops in front of a door.

Quickly catching up, Jungkook asks, "where does this door lead too?" Looking at the pale wooden doors. Taehyung stares at the handle he's holding.

"To hell."

He pushes open the door, stepping inside with Jungkook.

"It's been a while Kim," a man, looking the same age as Taehyung laughs. He's sitting on an extravagant sofa, with girls and men half naked, all naked, still clothed all over. Some were laughing, their fingers crawling up and down the man's bare chest, his shirt opened. Some looked out of it, almost ready to pass out.

Jungkook felt for those who were left discarded on the floor, his conscious screaming to himself to help those who were most likely drugged.

"Not long enough though Christian," Taehyung replies.

Christian stares at Taehyung, and then his eyes are casted towards Jungkook. A sparkle of interest glimmers in his dark, slanted eyes. And Jungkook recognizes that look. That dangerous look. In those evil eyes. Jungkook knows. He knows that the man seated at that couch, in his fake glory, is evil in every way possible.

"Who's the arm candy," he refers to Jungkook with the point of his head. Jungkook looks up at Taehyung and sees that Taehyung is not looking straight back at him, bit staring hard at Christian, "someone that you shouldn't concern yourself with Yu."

Last name, Jungkook thinks. His name is Christian Yu.

"Easy there Taehyung," Christian chuckles, stepping up, the chains around his neck dangling. He picks up an open bottle of alcohol, and takes a swig of it before walking over to Taehyung, his ringed hand gripping the neck of the bottle tightly, "why are you here?"

"I need you to let me talk to someone."

Christian narrows his eyes, "a worker?" He asks, and Jungkook already knows that the answer is no. Taehyung's jaw clenches, hands in pockets fisting into tight balls, Christian was being difficult and knew it, and he knew it was pissing Taehyung off.

"Someone by the name of Agust D."

"Ah," Christian says, turning around to walk back to the couch, "but you already know who Agust D is. So why don't you go ahead and talk to him?" He asked feigning innocence. Taehyung fights the urge to grab Christian and throw a punch in his precious, little face, "because you own everything and everyone here. So, if anyone wants to speak to your people, permission is needed."

"Well done Kim," Christian teases, almost as if he's talking to a dog, "permission denied. I want you to beg."

Taehyung's tongue dabs at his bottom lip as his eyes cloud with a darkness, brown eyes almost turning black with anger, "don't forget Christian, who built the empire you're living in, and who can take it back just as quick."

Christian pauses, body freezing, head turning to the side, "you wouldn't," he says. "Oh? You think I won't? Remember who you're taking too Christian," Taehyung warns, voice so dangerously low even Jungkook fears the tone of it.

After a while of silence, Christian turns around, "fine. You can talk to him for fifteen minutes. But I need collateral damage. You know how I work."

"I have enough money Christian," Taehyung sighs.

"Oh I don't want money," Christian says quietly, staring Jungkook down. And Jungkook almost flinches from the intensity of the stare.

Taehyung chuckles darkly, "if you think I'm going to give you him, think again."

"Struck a nerve, did I? What? You don't trust me Kim, that hurts me, really," he smiles, walking over to Jungkook. "You think I'm going to do something to him?" He asks, reaching up to tuck away Jungkook's bangs. Jungkook shudders, eyes squeezing shut tightly.

Taehyung watches, and the anger in his veins burns his core at the sight of some insect laying his hands on Jungkook. Before he can start a fight, Jungkook's voice speaks out, "you can have me."

"That's what I like to hear," Christian mumbles, taking Jungkook's hands in his, tracing his tattoos.

"Jungkook," Taehyung warns, voice so low and so dark that Jungkook shivers.

"I'll be fine. Go and get what we need."

But that doesn't convince Taehyung at all. He knows men like Christian. Fifteen minutes was all they needed to rip apart a field of innocent flowers. Scum of the earth, that's what these men were like. A disease that couldn't die.

"We're leaving," Taehyung says, the finality in his tone making it clear, but Jungkook, as stubborn as he is, steps away from Taehyung's hand that reached out to grab him, "we came this far, so help me Taehyung, if you don't speak to Yoongi, I will do it myself and be 'collateral damage' okay?"

Taehyung looks at Christian, "lay a hand on Jungkook and-"

"I won't, scouts honour," he says smirking.

With a moment of hesitation, Taehyung leaves the room, but not before looking back at Jungkook, who gives him a nervous but firm nod.

Things were about to get fucked up.

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Hi guys, I really was not expecting to update any time soon due to me being in my final year of high school/secondary school. And because of that I have three sets of exams this year, the first set starting next week *kill me now*
But the only reason I updated was because of one of my readers going out of there own way to message and ask for an update so googieberry this one's for you!
Sorry it's a bit boring but the plot is finally coming together, secrets are being unravelled, feelings are surfacing and foreshadowing is being sprinkled onto every paragraph. Hope you enjoyed!

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