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Yoongi hated his childhood.

Growing up wasn't exactly a fun thing, and he hated every second of the first eighteen years of his life so much that he tried to end it four times in the span of three years once he turned fifteen. "Old enough to understand that death is better than living, stupid enough to do it wrong," his grandmother used to say every time she had to sit next to him in the hospital.

She used to stroke his hands, feel at the IV drip, watch the clock ticking. Yoongi knew he was causing her much trouble, with getting into fights and then running away from home. Truth be told, he wished he had lived with her his whole – that way things would have been much more easier for him, and the people around him.

From abusive parents, to spiteful fucked up friends and even his own mind. From the very moment Yoongi could think, he knew that he would not get very far in life.

Cliché, he knows. The pale kid that hates everyone grows up to be part of one of the biggest gangs in the area.

But he did not hate everyone. He loved his grandmother, his music... Jimin.

But like Yoongi knows, everything must come to an end. And everything ended when he lost his lover, his true love and his love for music all in the same year. And now, now Yoongi had become this thing, this lost human. Like an empty body of water floating along the time frame of space. That's the best way to describe it.

He felt absorbent. Distant mentally but here physically, mind elsewhere in the fragments of a broken dimension, but body there. It was paradoxical. How can you be here and there at the same time? Well, Yoongi made it possible.

Let's rewind, and start from the very moment, 30 years ago, from even before Yoongi was born.

His father, a young teen was stupid. Stupid enough to lose his own soul in booze, drugs and women – often men too. See, that's where Yoongi's grandfather drew the line and beat his son till his father felt numb enough to do one last thing. Fuck a women and get her pregnant to prove that he was a "man". Big mistake.

Because his mother, was far from perfect. Her beautiful brown eyes, pale skin and plump lips told far from the truth. Catholic life, but so far from it she couldn't even recognise a church to a club. And she hated the life her parents pressured onto her so much, she felt stupid enough to rebel for one last time. Fuck a man and get pregnant to "prove her parents right".

And seven months later, Yoongi was born...in a critical and premature condition.

To live? That cost money.

Too much money for a drugged up teenage boy and a teenage girl who had been disowned and lived in the backseat of her "boyfriend's" car.

See, Yoongi didn't even know his mum even kept him in the first place.

Growing up he learnt how to make his own food, if not he starved. Thank god for his neighbour who was a little old woman who lived alone. She didn't have any relatives...well if you count cats, she had three. Mochi, Katsu and Tim (after Tim Burton).

Yoongi liked those cats. They were all so friendly and often climbed into his room because he didn't have glass in his window, just a black trash bag to act as one. Often, they kept him company and he had to give them back to his neighbour, he called her grandma – at least that's what she told him to call her.

Soon, she turned into his grandma.

His family.

He wished he was born into her family and that way he could take care of her, never leave her unlike her real family. How could they leave her all behind? They existed because of her.

Yoongi also never fit in. Like ever. From preschool to high school. Outcasted. There were rumours going around when he turned fourteen.

"Did you hear? That boy beat his own father," no. He beat Yoongi, every night and to defend himself Yoongi would fight back. That's why he had bruises on his body, and his father often had cuts, scratches and a busted lip.

"Yoongi? He sells drugs to minors," no, he saw older rough boys coercing kids and would chase them off.

"That boy? Takes advantage of a poor old woman and steals her money without her knowing," no, she was his grandmother, who helped him grow up and forget about his shitty life whenever she would feed him warm, home cooked food. Whenever she told stories of her growing up. Whenever she taught him how to grow tomatoes and green beans, and how to take care of flowers.

Under all that tough skin, was just a young boy who had lost his childhood.

So he became the very thing that they all already thought he was. A thug.

At the age of sixteen he started fighting underground. At the age of seventeen he met Taehyung. Six months later, Jimin. At the age of eighteen he became part of Taehyung's "gang" and from there on, things were going somewhat smoothly. Apart from the often near suicides, losing some fights and getting stabbed. Seriously, three things were risking his life and somehow he was still walking the earth. Sucks.

Yoongi knew his mental health was shit, maybe that's why he avoided it all costs. Because he'd much rather be swept into the mafia than lose himself in his own thoughts.

Truly, when things began going good. Getting money, leaving his parents and moving higher up in the mafia, that's when it all really fell apart. And Yoongi's high? Came crashing down the day his grandmother had died.

See, when you invest yourself in the darkness, and you're blind there, sometimes you forget that your enemies can see you, even when you can't see yourself. And god, Yoongi had more enemies than a motherfucker.

It was random, came in little bursts that his grandmother had been telling him about. God, he didn't know why he didn't question it, why he didn't move her out of there sooner, why he left her just like the rest of them? He promised her that he'd be different. He's her real family.

Phone line disconnecting, people watching her, doors being left open, things moving around the house.

He was stupid to think that maybe it was just her old age.

But it wasn't.

It was a Sunday when Yoongi found her. He travelled by walking to her home. Every Sunday, no matter where he was or what he was doing, Yoongi would dress in his best clothes and head over to his grandmother's house for lunch.

But that day felt different, things were holding him from going. First it was Taehyung and Jimin, they had been acting too weird lately and he didn't know why it bothered him but damn, it did. Then, it was his underground fights, some loser he beat under the name "Wang" had been running his loose mouth and Yoongi did not like that at all, let's just say he had to sort him out...again. And then, he didn't know why, but something willed him to walk into a convenience store on the walk to his grandmother's, and buy a packet of cigarettes to smoke one before getting there.

Yoongi didn't believe in God, believe him, his grandmother tried many times to convince him that god did in fact exist, but that day, Yoongi vowed that if god truly did, then He wouldn't have taken his grandmother away from him.

He walked over there, later than usual, and immediately, he knew something was off. Her door, the lock was busted and slightly ajar. His senses alerted him and he pulled out his gun from the back of his trousers, holding it with both hands as he stepped in quietly.

Crunch.

Yoongi looked down. Glass. Broken glass.

Had someone broken in?

He walked further in, smelling the familiar scent of his grandmother. "Gran? You here?" He voiced out loudly, trying to alert any intruders.

Yoongi hoped that his grandmother was somewhere safe or at least untouched. Dread began to fill his heart as he heard nothing, no noise.

He walked further down the hallway, and turned into the kitchen. At the sight, his eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock.

Grandmother.

She had never looked so peaceful laying there on the floor. To the first look, she looked asleep, like she had fallen into a deep slumber. But the puddle of blood near her head told a tale of different lies.

His fingers uncoil from around the gun, his hold loose, and it slips out of his hand as his body freezes in shock.

"Gran?" Yoongi asks in a breathless whisper.

In that moment he didn't know what to do. But soon, his body forces him to run over, slipping and tripping on the mess around him. She may be old but she definitely fought for her life, there were signs of defence everywhere.

"No..no no no!"

He still remembers the way he screamed. That bloodcurdling scream. His throat scratching as his fingers held her head in his arms, the way he felt her blood, shaking all the while crying. He didn't remember the last time he cried up until that moment.

And he didn't call for an ambulance. She was already gone, and he didn't need her to be taken away from him even sooner. He didn't want to be questioned.

He just wanted to see her smile, her frail fingers tugging his ear scolding him for showing up to her home with even more bruises than before.

"Who did this to you?" He asks, voice shaky, body rocking back and forth as he pulls her onto his lap, allowing her body to be more comfortable. Yoongi knew it was stupid, he knew it was dumb to ask, to make her comfortable as his tears hit her now pale face.

He wanted himself to die in that moment. Die with her.

Yoongi didn't show up to her funeral.

He couldn't stomach the idea of seeing her being put into the ground forever. He didn't want to know or see any of her family members who suddenly cared for her just because she was dead. Yoongi did show up to her grave after the funeral, holding her necklace tight in his hands. It was old fashioned, beaded and held a cross in the middle. He almost snorted upon seeing the cross. Where did believing in god get her?

Six feet under that's what.

But still, he dug a little hole in the fresh soil and placed the necklace in, before covering it back up, "I'll find whoever did this to you Gran, and I promise, I'll fucking end them."

And it's been five years.

Five years since that very moment he stared down at his grandmother's grave, and he still hasn't found the bitch that killed his one, his true family. And Yoongi was still hell bent on finding that person, but it was difficult.

With Taehyung out of the picture, and The Wang family being give whatever empire Taehyung built, things had changed, and once again, Yoongi had to lie low.

And lying low meant working for the now powerful "Wang" Mafia, working at one of their clubs as a music dj guy. Yoongi swore he'd be the one to put a bullet in Jackson's head when he saw Jimin leeching off of his arm after the split up.

But, Yoongi realised there were far more important things than Jimin and whoever he was sleeping with.

His grandmother.

Unfortunately, there were no leads and Yoongi was stuck. Stuck in a miserable everlasting doom of nothingness. No way to move forwards, not even a way to shift his head to the side to look backwards. Without Taehyung, Yoongi realised he was merely just a lowlife underground fighter who was now working under the Wang Family, with an anonymous name tag – he didn't want to be known as Yoongi no more.

The Yoongi who he was, no longer existed.

He died the minute he saw the coffin of his dear grandmother being lowered into the deep hole that was dug into the earth. She lived there now. Yoongi didn't believe in the heavens or any God for that matter, but he knew that she was there with Him, or whatever god that she believed in.

And then, an opportunity came about.

Kim Taehyung, the famous CEO, man of the news, bachelor of the year walked into his chambers. His dingy little music room at the back of the club.

Yoongi swore his heart almost jumped out of his mouth and melted down his body upon seeing the sight of his long lost friend. Taehyung just stood there, dark hair covering his eyes in untamed curls, unlike how he seemed on TV, which was slicked back hair that was pushed to the side.

Alas, he wore a suit like always, long coat, wearing leather gloves.

Leather gloves.

Whatever Taehyung was here for, the man clearly meant business. Back in the day, a Taehyung's leather gloves donning his beautiful and nimble fingers was a sign of his mafia, and Yoongi knew that Taehyung was on a mission.

He smirked, "Hey Yoongs, long time no see," Yoongi remembers the way his eyes were dark and dangerous.

You see, Yoongi knew from the very start that there was always something off about Taehyung. The man had many different sides to him, but there was always one side that he kept hidden – very well hidden. Yoongi hadn't seen that side of the male often, but he knew very well that deep inside of the layers that made up Kim Taehyung...is a devil.

You just had to dig far enough to see it.

Under all that "I'm the nice guy" and "I want to help everyone" is a soulless, selfish bastard. And Taehyung was simply the best at being it.

So at first, Yoongi didn't trust the man who sat in front of him, leg crossed over the other, leather gloves in hand.

But then, when he heard Taehyung's one weakness, his guards and walls came crashing down. Jungkook. Yoongi mentally breathed out. So for once, Taehyung wasn't doing this for himself, he was doing it for his love, Jungkook.

And that's when things came flying in. Leads, people, witnesses from everywhere. But none of them made sense, nothing ever made sense. It pissed Yoongi off that he couldn't calculate what was going one, who had Jimin and why. For fucks sake he had been watching Jimin from the shadows over the last five years and yet he never noticed anything weird.

Yoongi had felt completely useless. So utterly useless. And he didn't know what to do with himself.

—

Jungkook leans against the shower wall, holding the shower head up, letting the water run down his chest, enjoying the warmth for a moment.

A week has gone by since that...experience with Taehyung over the phone. Truth be told, Jungkook didn't know how to feel about it.

But one thing he did know was, the fact that he was frustrated.

In what way, he didn't know. Mentally? Physically? ...sexually?

He sighs, thinking that maybe that was the reason why he and Taehyung couldn't work together. Maybe their issues were skin deep, and skin deep only. Maybe, Jungkook was looking for any excuse to feel his body against his ex husband's.

Maybe, this needed to happen.

Maybe the two just needed to get this out of the way, for the pair to be able to continue whatever it is that they were doing.

Looking down at his hands, Jungkook finally decides it's time to come out of the shower when he sees the tips of his fingers shrivelling up into something that resembled sultanas. He steps out, feeling the cool air brush against his skin like a soft hum, and he shivers in response, quickly gathering his things and wrapping a towel around his body, doing his best to warm himself up.

He dresses himself, getting ready to spend the evening after work, moping around about his life. He pulls on some pyjamas, flopping onto his bed when Rose steps in, "get up loser, we're going clubbing."

Looking at her, he simply says, "no."

Her shoulders droop as she flops onto the bed beside him with a sigh, "come onnnnn," she drawls out in his face, "everyone's coming – Taehyung included. We need a night out. We're so jumbled with Jimin that I feel like we've aged forty years in the span of six months."

Jungkook scoffs a little, "Jimin's missing Rose."

She nods, "yeah, but that doesn't mean we have to be so sad about it all the time. We're allowed to have one night of fun in the midst of this craziness. Sue me, I want to have a little bit of fun, and I'm forcing you too. So get your sorry ass up and let me make you unbelievably sexy so that Taehyung can't keep his eyes, hands and maybe even di-"

Jungkook sits up right, slamming his hand over her mouth, preventing her from finishing her sentence, "stop!" He shouts, not wanting to hear what Rose has to say.

She giggles, licking his hand, "what? Hey, as much as I dislike Taehyung, I know that you and him just need to have some mind blowing sex just so you can just get this out of the way and focus on the case....when was the last time you had sex?"

Jungkook blushes slightly at Rose's straightforwardness. He picks at his fingers slightly and mumbles, "it's been about 9 months...and two months plus that."

Rose's eyes widen so large Jungkook swears that they're going to pop out of the top of her skull, "eleven fucking months? what the fuck?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "don't get me wrong like...I've done stuff but no I haven't had proper sex in eleven months. The whole Jimin thing was like six months, and then me and Mark had hit a dry spot....so yeah," he looks at Rose for a reply, but she's too busy staring at him in complete and utter shock.

She grabs his hand, pulling him up. "Right, that's it, I'm giving you a makeover. Taehyung's going to dick you down, and he's going to do it tonight," she says, dragging Jungkook into her room.

The two then spend part of the evening getting ready to go out.

Rose is wearing a short satin dress, it falling mid thigh, her hair out in beautiful curls. Her gold jewellery accentuated her tanning skin, and her eyes sparkled under her lashes and smoky eye shadow.

"You look beautiful," Jungkook says, looking up at Rose, who was applying some cherry lip balm to Jungkook's lips with a brush. "Thank you," she says gratefully, eyes focused on finishing Jungkook's makeup.

Rose had dresses Jungkook up completely.

I mean, she went all out just for Jungkook to get fucked.

Anyways.

"Imagine me and Taehyung's don't even end up sleeping together, I think I'd just stop trying if it doesn't happen tonight," Jungkook says, giggling slightly.

He plays with the tattoos on his hand, and Rose smiles, "you know, what with your whole tattoo sleeve and shit, a person would not expect you to be gay, a bottom and so sensitive," she states. Jungkook laughs louder at her words, "I know. But I like how I present myself, and I like that I have that side of me, as well as the soft side."

"Taehyung should be so lucky, I mean, he's going to get all sixty-nine sides of Jeon Jungkook tonight," she jokes, finally finishing up on Jungkook's makeup.

He stands up, and takes a look in the mirror, Rose hadn't done much, which he preferred. But he didn't notice his eyes were lined to look more siren like, and smoky underneath. His cheeks were highlighted, lips rosy and pink.

She had curled his hair in his natural middle part, his bangs falling on either side of his face, slightly covering his eyes.

And as for the outfit, she had dug to the bottom of his clothes just to find a pair of leather pants from a few years back, untouched and unworn.

"Those are not going to fit me," he said with wide eyes as she held them up, pushing them towards Jungkook, ushering him to wear them. "My thighs have grown four sizes, they're not going to fit." He tried to argue.

But instead, all he got was a shrug, and, "that's what you get for eating that much protein and working out."

They did fit. After some pulling, groaning and moving his thigh meat. She paired him with a black shirt, tucking it into his leather trousers, forcing him to keep open nearly all of his shirt buttons.

"There you go," she says, spritzing him with some of his perfume, before spraying herself. "Taehyung texted me, and he basically said that he's picking us up. Which sucks for me because if that car fills up with sexual tension, I'm going to project myself out of the window like a missile," she says.

Jungkook laughs, picking up his phone as well as his side bag, placing his phone into his pockets, "Taehyung's a man. I doubt he'll even notice the effort we put into getting the both of us ready."

Rose shrugs, "you never know. You're a man and you noticed how beautiful I look." Jungkook looks at Rose, "that's because I saw the effort you put in."

The two leave Rose's apartment, heading down to the street in front. Jungkook immediately noticed Taehyung standing, leaning against the side of the car. Unlike how he is usually dress, which is in a work suit, he's dressed in a satin shirt, which is unbuttoned at the top, tucked into some brown straight down trousers. He looks more comfortable than he usually does, which makes Jungkook happy.

He can only imagine what it's like wearing a suit for the majority of the week.

"You guys look exquisite," Taehyung purrs when the two near him, he stands up straighter, walking to the back of the car door, he opens it up, "I'm your chauffeur today," he chuckles, watching as Rose simply thanks him, slipping into the car.

Jungkook faces Taehyung, before getting into car, "you don't look so bad yourself Taehyung," he smiles, looking at his ex-husband. Taehyung returns the smile, winking at Jungkook, "thank you my darling," he says.

Blushing, Jungkook steps into the car, taking his seat. He watches with sparkly eyes as Taehyung walks over into the drivers seat, "ready to go?" He asks, and with confirmation from Rose and Jungkook, the three make their way towards the club.

The night bored on.

"This is pointless," Jungkook shouts over to Rose who's taking her fourth drink of the night, she slams the glass down, "woo!"

"Bartender! Another round, and make it a double for my sad friend over here," she says. The bartender laughs, nodding at Rose's orders. "Why are you so sad? Have a drink!" She slightly slurs, looking at Jungkook.

Jungkook thanked the lords and back that Rose was not a lightweight like he was, "I'm drinking, look," he says. Taking a sip from the same cup he's been drinking from for about an hour.

He looks over to Taehyung, who's dancing with Namjoon and Jin, in the middle of both of them, a drink in his hand. As bitter as he feels about not having a great time, the sit of Taehyung laughing away, letting loose as if he wasn't a billionaire with a past trauma of business with gangs.

This shit was definitely too complicated for Jungkook to comprehend.

"There you go," he's handed another drink by Rose, and unlike before, he drinks it in one gulp, hearing a cheer from Rose.

He giggles, finally deciding to have some fun for himself instead of waiting the fun to come to him.

Rose grabs Jungkook's hands, pulling him through the crowd. In the midst of being pulled into the middle of the dance floor, his eyes meet Taehyung's.

Taehyung's eyes slowly trail down Jungkook's body, smile slowly faltering for a moment as they glue to his thighs, before they trail back upwards.

Jungkook's heart beats faster and faster as he finally catches the attention of Taehyung, but before the two can do anything about it, Rose begins to dance, urging Jungkook to do the same, and Jungkook lets his thoughts of Taehyung trail out of his body, like the sweat pooling at his temples.

Jungkook moves his body in sync with Rose, throwing his head back with laughter, the alcohol he had slowly making him tipsy – Rose more far along than he surely was. He giggled, turning around as Rose threw her hands over his shoulders, throwing her head back as the two moved together.

Rose is a beautiful girl, and it wasn't long before someone whisked her away two paces away, to dance together.

But Jungkook was still having his fun, moving his body to the beats of the music, lights flashing as the people around himself danced too, enjoyed themselves.

His eyes scan across the dance floor, and he meets Taehyung's eyes once more. This time, his ex husband is sitting at the bar, namjoon and Jin with him, but he's looking at the younger, an inferno ablaze in his obsidian eyes.

For how long was he watching?

Jungkook feels his heart in his throat from the fire of Taehyung's stare. He watches as Taehyung takes a sip from his glass. Placing it down, and standing up.

Heart thudding wildly again his chest, Jungkook gulps, throat dry. And before Taehyung can reach him, Jungkook escapes, making his way to the club toilets .

Walking in, Jungkook walks over to one of the sinks, washing his hands before placing them on his reddened cheeks, and he does his best to calm his racing heart.

"Calm down Jungkook, it's not a big deal, not a big deal at all."

Jungkook's so focused on his racing anxiety that he doesn't notice the bathroom door open, and he doesn't notice the person who slips inside, locking the door behind him.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook flinches in surprise at the soft, deep voice calling his name. Much different to how he sounded when they first met, chaotic and messy.

"Jackson?"

"It's nice to see you again, it's been a long time since the last time we talked," he says with a smile, stepping forward. Jungkook steps backwards, the hairs on his neck standing up in edge at the sight of the man before him.

Jackson notices Jungkook's fear, and frowns, "I must apologise for...my behaviour when we first met. I was drunk, high off of coke and pissy, still that doesn't explain my actions or even justify them. I assure you, I am not like the man that you met," he explains.

"How about we star again, my name is Jackson Wang, and I am a part of the Wang Mafia."

He holds out his hand for Jungkook to hold, and Jungkook eyes it, considering his next few actions. What should he do?

No, he didn't trust Jackson. But he also wanted to know the reason why Jackson had followed him into the public toilets. Jungkook knew that Jackson had a reason. And so, after a few long seconds, he takes Jackson's hand in his, shaking it, "nice to meet you Jackson. I am Jeon Jungkook."

Jackson smiles gratefully, and steps away from the man.

Jungkook leans against the far end of the sink countertop, staring at Jackson, "so what brings you here? What was the need to follow me into the toilets?"

"I just wanted to apologise...plus this is one of the newest clubs of the scene. I wanted to see what it's about," Jackson shrugs, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, as well as a lighter.

He offers one to Jungkook, who stares at it.

Jungkook smokes. He doesn't do it often but occasionally he did. But Jungkook knew better than to take a cigarette from a rival of Taehyung's, especially since he didn't even trust Jackson himself.

"No thank you," he says with a polite smile.

Jackson does not say anything in return to Jungkook, but instead, lights his cigarette.

"It's not a coincidence that Taehyung is here, I'm here and you're here Jackson. What's the real reason that you're here?"

Jackson does not reply, and let's a few moments pass between the two, "I need to have reassurance that Kim isn't coming for empire."

"Reassurance? And why would you think you can get that from me? I know nothing about that Taehyung gets up too...I'm not involved in any of this," Jungkook says, looking at the man before him. Jackson chuckles, "Jungkook you may think that you're not involved but you are. People of the underworld know of you simply because they've heard of Taehyung's arrival. And I'm asking you because you're the only person who can get this information from Taehyung and pass it on to me."

Jungkook raises his brow, "so you want me to go against Taehyung?"

Jackson shakes his head, perfect hair staying in place, "don't think of it as a betrayal. Think of it as a way of saving Taehyung's face. Listen, I don't want to put in effort trying to attack Taehyung, especially if there's not a reason. You need to let me know Jungkook...can you do that for me?"

Pausing for a moment, Jungkook thinks.

What should he do?

He sighs before nodding, "I'll try to get it out of him."

Jackson smiles. A genuine smile, "thank you Jungkook. Here's my card, give me a call when you can."

He walks towards the door, but before he leaves he turns back slightly, "and Jungkook...as much as you say you're not involved with Taehyung...you are. The faster you come to terms with it, the easier he can make it for you. And trust me, this life is far from easy."

—

"How are you this drunk, I drank more than you," Taehyung grunts, holding on to Jungkook's side as the two walked in to his apartment. Jungkook giggles, almost stumbling over his feet, "I'm not thaaaaaat drunk," he says, pushing himself away from Taehyung.

"Look. I can walk by myself," he slurs, trying his best to walk in a straight line but stumbling into Taehyung's couch, falling down. Taehyung rushes over to Jungkook, who's now sat cross-legged on the floor giggling to himself.

Taehyung sighs, but feels relieved when he sees Jungkook laughing instead of crying. Jungkook stops, looking up at Taehyung and sighs, "you know...I hate you so much,"

Smiling a little to the side, Taehyung reaches upwards to push back Jungkook's bangs, and Jungkook relaxes into Taehyung's touch, eyes fluttering close, "I know you do Koo, and I hate myself for making you feel like that," Taehyung whispers, hoping that Jungkook's not too sober to understand the true meaning of his words.

Jungkook's eyes glaze over, twinkling brightly in the darkness. "You know I dressed all pretty for you and we didn't to spend any time together," he whines, voice quieter than before.

Taehyung chuckles loudly, "oh but I noticed doll. How couldn't I? Everyone's eyes were on you," he says, eyes on Jungkook and only on Jungkook.

Gulping, Jungkook inches forward, ever so slightly, "Taehyung..." he whispers, "what's happening between us?" Taehyung's eyes trail down to stare at Jungkook's lower lip, which is caught between his bunny teeth. Taehyung reaches over to pull Jungkook's lips free, his own tongue coming out to wet his own lips, "I don't know Jungkook...but I'm sorry for the way I've been acting."

Jungkook's body feels on fire, his fingertips burning as they reach over to graze the skin of Taehyung's palm, "what are you apologising for?" Taehyung takes it a step further, and holds Jungkook's hand completely, pulling the boy closer to him. Jungkook grunts, his free hand flying onto Taehyung's chest to stabilise himself.

"I'm sorry for confusing you. I...didn't know how to deal with my emotions and that's what's been making the two of us run around in circles trying to figure out whatever it is that we feel for each other, as well as single-handedly trying to work out the case. I'm sorry Jungkook," Taehyung explain with genuine sorrow in his voice.

Jungkook's doe eyes widen, and he stares up at his ex-husband, looking for any hint of regret in Taehyung's eyes.

"The truth is Jungkook...that I have never stopped loving you. It is going to be you, and only you for the rest of life. I can't make up for the past, but I can sure change for the future," he whispers, holding Jungkook close to him.

Jungkook's heart thuds rapidly against his chest. And it doesn't take him long to figure out what he wants. He's never seen anything so clearer than in this moment.

Slowly, Jungkook tilts his head upwards, reaching over to clasp the back of Taehyung's head softly. He brings himself closer and closer to his ex-husband, "I don't know what I want in the future. But all I do know is that right now all I want is you. I am consumed by the thought of you Taehyung."

And with that, he presses his lips against Taehyung's.

Taehyung responds immediately, hands cusping Jungkook's jaw, lips moving against Jungkook's. His eyes flutter close as he revels in the feeling of Jungkook's lips pushing against his own. The pillowy feel of them moving, and working in sync.

Softness. The kiss is soft. Everything about Jungkook is soft. His skin, his hair, his voice..and Taehyung's drowning in it. He feels it envelop it, wrap around him and tie him to the younger.

But it isn't long before the kiss turns rough. And passionate.

From familiar to crazed.

Jungkook moans against Taehyung's, the feel of Taehyung's large hands keeping him locked in place, the occasional graze of the elder's sharp teeth against his lips and the push of his tongue against his own.

The two pull apart.

After what seems like ages, but in reality a few fleeting seconds between the both of them.

Taehyung holds Jungkook close, pressing his lips against his forehead, "Jungkook...what do you want me to do?"

Jungkook's heart has never felt like this. His heart expanding three times the size. "I want you, I want this. Taehyung...make love to me," Jungkook whispers, pressing his lips against Taehyung's once more.

Unlike the last kiss, this one is lust filled and driven by Jungkook's needs fusing with Taehyung's.

The younger straddling the older on the floor, legs wrapping around him. Taehyung grunts from Jungkook's sudden moves, hands gripping Jungkook's leather clad thighs, all while moving his lips with Jungkook's.

He pushes his tongue into Jungkook's mouth, feeling the younger grind down with a moan.

And that moan.

The beautiful sound emitting from Jungkook's plush lips, is all Taehyung needs for his arousal to skyrocket. Liquid fire pools at the pit of his stomach at the feel of Jungkook's growing bulge against his own.

"Jungkook," Taehyung moans, pulling away to kiss at his neck, licking, biting and kissing. Jungkook smiles, gripping Taehyung's dark locks between his fingers, feeling Taehyung's tongue licking against his hot skin.

"Take me to your bed," Jungkook says...no, demands. And Taehyung obeys.

Jungkook squeals when he feels himself being picked up and thrown over his shoulder.

And all of a sudden, it feels like he's a lovesick teenager once more. Being thrown over Taehyung's shoulders, he can't help but smile at the thought, lips raised in the biggest grin he could ever muster.

Taehyung slaps Jungkook's ass a couple times, turning his head to bite Jungkook too. Jungkook squeals even louder, giggling to himself.

"Taehyung," Jungkook whines, and before he can say anything he's thrown onto Taehyung's bed. Jungkook raises himself up to look at the older who's standing in front of Jungkook, a fire burning in his eyes.

Jungkook's eyes fall to the bulge in Taehyung's bulge, throat falling dry.

"Tell me how you want it, and I'll give it to you."

His voice is deep and low.

And it causes shivers to run through Jungkook's spine.

Sitting on his knees, Jungkook crawls forward, positioning himself right in front of Taehyung. He eyes the elder for a moment before he licks his lips, glancing down to Taehyung's bulge.

He holds Taehyung's waistband, fingers fumbling with the zipper of Taehyung's trousers, "I think I'll do it myself," he says cheekily before pulling Taehyung's trousers down along with his boxers, Taehyung's half-hard cock springing free.

Biting his lip, Jungkook grins as he strokes Taehyung, watching how Taehyung becomes fully hard. Taehyung grunts a little, hips moving in sync with Jungkook's slow strokes.

And before he can respond to Jungkook's rhythmic touches, Jungkook takes Taehyung in his mouth, but not before kissing the tip. And Taehyung swears, he almost cums at the sight of Jungkook's cheeky grin. This man knows how to make Taehyung milk himself.

Licking a stripe from Taehyung's tip to his balls, Jungkook fully takes Taehyung in his mouth, lips wrapped about his ex-husband's cock beautifully. Doe eyes widening from the stretch and the unfamiliarity of having something so large in his mouth – it's been a while for Jungkook, and suddenly, as if it was thrown over him like a bucket of cold water, Jungkook feels insecure.

Taehyung senses this change of attitude, and places his hand on Jungkook's head, making the younger look up, eyes sparkling. Taehyung pulls away from Jungkook, kneeling down, "you are so beautiful Jungkook, and you're doing amazing my darling...what are you so worried about?"

Jungkook's heart drips molten gold, beads forming at the edges from Taehyung's fire, and dripping down from the top to pool at his stomach, arousal combining with his lust for the elder.

"...it's been a while since I've done...anything frankly," Jungkook says quietly, a blush dusting his already rosy cheeks.

Taehyung smiles, pressing his lips against Jungkook's, hands moving to the back of Jungkook's neck, forcing the younger to tilt his head up in a moan. They pull apart, "all the more reason to make this night so memorable for you," Taehyung speaks, voice low and deep.

Taehyung discards of Jungkook's clothes, stripping the younger raw, and he pushes Jungkook to lay down on his bed.

Jungkook's breaths fasten, his chest rising up and down as he stares at Taehyung, who's standing at the top of the bed, looking down at Jungkook with an insatiable hunger in his eyes, stripping himself ever so slowly, throwing his clothes to one side.

A mess to clean up later.

Because nothing else mattered. No one, and nothing could interrupt the old lovers combining for a night of pure passion and lust and whatever other feelings they both felt for each other. Nothing else mattered other than the fact they were here. Now. In the present with each other.

Jungkook had far forgotten the past and Taehyung had stopped worrying about the future.

"Look at you my darling," Taehyung purred, eyes raking all over Jungkook's body, wherever he could see really; every inch of Jungkook's body calling Taehyung's name like a prayer. "Look at you, all spread up on my bed for me," Jungkook almost moans out loud, lifting his legs, spreading them for Taehyung.

"Hurry," he moans, fingers trailing down his bare chest to grip his cock. Taehyung crawls in between Jungkook's legs, large hand gripping Jungkook's wrist, "stop," he demands, "the only thing that's going to make you cum, is me."

"So get on with it," Jungkook mouths against Taehyung's lips, teeth capturing Taehyung's lower lip, nibbling softly. Taehyung smiles at Jungkook's impatience, reaching over to grab a condom and a bottle of lube.

Jungkook's chest rises in anticipation and exhilaration as he watches Taehyung coat his fingers. Taehyung's hair falls in front of his eyes as he looks up at Jungkook, holding one of Jungkook's thighs with his large hands to keep the younger's legs apart, "are you sure you want this?"

Taehyung asks one last time.

"Yes," Jungkook whispers breathlessly, voice faint and soft.

And with that, Taehyung's fingers prod at Jungkook's hole, Jungkook gasping out as he feels the intrusion in his core, igniting every nerve running to and fro his mind. A fire he tried so deeply to be put out in his soul reigniting with a roar, the inferno pushing into his soul, reaching out to Taehyung's heart.

Jungkook's eyes tear up when one finger turns to two, before three. Taehyung's fingers pushing in, and out, watching as the younger's legs twitching from the feeling. With his free hand, Taehyung feels at Jungkook's waist, recognising the familiar curve, dip and hip bone.

His body an antidote to Taehyung's darkness.

"Taehyung," Jungkook calls out, a hand reaching out to cusp Taehyung's jaw, catching his ex-husband's attention. "I'm ready," he says, nodding at Taehyung.

Leaning down, Taehyung presses his lips against Jungkook's, trying to distract the younger from the pain of Taehyung pushing into him.

Arching up, Jungkook moans out, feeling the entirety of Taehyung in him, and the older grinds into Jungkook, a soft moan at the tightness of Jungkook enveloping around him, suffocating him...drowning him.

And Taehyung continues to be vocal, grunting with every thrust, trying to push Jungkook to his pinnacle, helping the younger find what he's been searching for in the depths of his own soul, pushing, scratching and reaching into his hidden secrets.

Wrapping his legs around Taehyung's waist, Jungkook urges him to go faster, harder.

Soon, Taehyung finds Jungkook's prostrate, thrusting so perfectly against the younger. Jungkook cries out in pleasure, writhing and pulling Taehyung even closer, if that was seemingly possible.

The two past lovers don't know how long they continue, but they allow the pleasure, the lust the warped feelings of love to push through and displace the sadness, the confusion and all of the hurt. They allow themselves to feel so freely, even if the world doesn't allow them too.

Even with all of the secrets, the pain and the darkness yet to come.

They allow themselves to be caught in the most beautiful moment in life.

They come together, against each other's lips, a breath, a drag and a kiss. A moan of each others names.

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I really enjoyed writing this chapter.
Personally, this is the most sentimental smut scene that I've ever written, and I wanted to portray Jungkook's and Taehyung's second chance at love like this amazing thing in life, so hopefully I succeeded.

I'm updating a day earlier than I normally do haha, but that's because I just want to get this chapter out. What do we think about Yoongi's background?
I poured my heart in this chapter :((

Anyways, I have two more exams left, out of twenty two exams, so I should be back to my regular updating schedule soon!!
Thanks so much for reading!

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