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Jungkook didn't say a word.

A bumpy road with tall trees in the middle of nowhere was our scenery for the past few minutes and he hasn't spoken a single word.

His hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly, strong gaze etched on the road while his mind was somewhere else.

The only vivid thing on the delicate skin on his face was pure and raging anger.

But the reason behind his feelings could only be two things: A. He was angry at me, for spending more time with Taehyung than I did with him, my own boyfriend. Or, B. he was angry at me, again, for being the reason he'll be late and won't fulfill his father's wish.

In conclusion, the only thing that matters is that Jungkook was indeed angry – a sight that was far from being pretty.

Because he wouldn't just easily forget it. I'd rather have him kicking all of his anger out against an old punching bag in the gym instead of this silent treatment he was gladly giving me.

''We go inside, you get your purse and then we're out. Capiche?'' It was an order that breaks the silence, as Jungkook doesn't even bother to make an eye contact.

And I nod, letting out a small sound in order to let him know that I heard him, loud and clear.

Soon enough, we reach up to the black gates opening by themselves and I know that we have been waited for.

With the silence still on top of our shoulders, both Jungkook and I are standing in front of the entrance door. His index finger leaves a print against the doorbell as it chimes, though the barking of a dog overpowers the ringing.

''The hell was that?'' Jungkook's eyebrows furrow. Absolutely terrified of anything on four legs, he takes a few steps back, mentally pushing me forward for safety precautions. ''Please don't tell me he has a damn dog.''

''He doesn't have a dog, but a massive dragon. Beware or it will eat you.'' I say in the most serious tone, causing him to roll his brown eyes back at me.

Seconds after, he sticks his tongue inside the left cheek, arms crossing in the process. ''I can think of better things to eat."

I don't get a chance to react when the front door opens rapidly. The first thing that comes out is the small fuzzy creature barking as loud as it possibly can, sniffing out mostly Jungkook. Frozen in place, I look up to the person standing before me.

Dressed in a teal floral double-breasted suit, and a pair of embroidered loafers, Taehyung stood there, leaning just a tiny bit on his left foot, arms crossed and eyes locked with mine. Unlike his usual silver strands, his hair looked a bit more golden now, maybe because of the sunlight casting on him.

''Don't touch it, I don't want you to get dirty.'' Taehyung said, his earring swaying from side to side.

''Thanks for the concern.'' Somewhat relieved, Jungkook steps away from the small dog and its wiggling tail.

A sly, cunning smirk. That's all that formed Taehyung's full lips. ''I was talking to Yeontan.''

Trying my best not to cackle out loud, I take a deep breath in, following Taehyung inside as I listen to Jungkook bickering behind.

Immediately, we find ourselves in the dark, sleek kitchen. And as Jungkook stares around, jaw dropping to the floor, I can see my purse sitting on top of the kitchen island, just where I thought I left it last night. Right next to it, a contrast to the black cupboards, stands a vase filled with exactly twelve sunflowers.

Sooner than I can reach my belongings, I hear Jungkook cough as an attention seeking action. Immediately, both Taehyung and I turn around to see my boyfriend standing still with arms crossed.

''Before we get the whole house tour, I need to pee. Now,'' he claps and takes a deep inhale, ''judging from the size of this mansion, I believe you have at least one bathroom on each floor. So, in which bathroom do I get to pee? Is there like a poor people bathroom or?''

Completely serious and involved in the discussion, Taehyung gives directions. ''There's something in this house I like to call the maid's quarters. You can either pee there or you can use one of the seven other bathrooms. There's one on the left at the end of the hallway.''

Dumbfounded by the fact of Taehyung owning multiple bathrooms and maids, Jungkook purses his lips together, making them even thinner than they really are as he slowly nods. ''Right. If I'm not back in ten minutes, please come search for me. I have a feeling I'll get lost in this damn house.''

Then he disappears.

And I was left with nothing but Taehyung and eerie silence standing next to me.

''You went through my things,'' I say in a matter-of-factly tone, disappointment laced in both my voice and posture.

''It's not my fault you left them in the open, darling.'' He responds back, though as soon as he notices that his answer wasn't in correlation with my desires, he leans against the kitchen counter. ''Listen, the only thing my fingers touched is your phone. I needed to contact you somehow. Everything else was not contaminated with my DNA, you have my word.''

And somehow my mind is at ease again. Fascinating how it took a matter of seconds for Taehyung to calm me down.

''Alright'', I breathe out, ''I believe you. But if I find that something's missing, you bet I'll be planning your own funeral.''

The only thing I get in return is a deep rumbled laugh coming from Taehyung. ''Now, now. Why would I steal from anyone, when I have all I ever needed?''

''Because you're greedy?''

Licking the bottom of his lips, a hand rushes through his hair, a soft chuckle left to be heard. ''Greedy for what? For having the things that I need?'' His eyes are glued on me. ''Or, for wanting the things I can't have?''

The conversation doesn't get a chance to be continued.

It's interrupted, not by a noise but with a rapid turn of Taehyung's head to the left. His eyes squint, lips pursed in a thin line as if something isn't the way he wants it to be. There's something going on and he doesn't like it.

Without further notice, he turns on his heels, feet thumping against the polished floors as he walks down the hallway, instinctively searching  for what could possibly be out of order.

Grabbing my purse, I then follow him behind, eager to find out what is the thing that got Taehyung so fidgety.

We don't walk far before Taehyung stops abruptly, my body almost colliding with his but I manage to remain balanced. As I stand up on my tip toes, eyes looking in front, I can see my boyfriend standing before a door that looks like every other, hand locked with the knob with eyes looking rather confused.

''Why is your bathroom locked?'' Jungkook asks, still aggressively turning the knob as if his strength would somehow magically open the door.

At first, Taehyung doesn't answer but walks forward and with swift movements slaps Jungkook's hand away from the knob. ''That's because it's not a bathroom, you coconut head.''

After a second or two, Jungkook replies back, not louder than a whisper coming through his gritted teeth. ''I can't believe you were the sperm that won.'' Arms crossed, he won't look away from the door, curiosity eating him alive. ''What's behind the doors that got you so nervous? You're not hiding dead bodies now are you?''

''I think you need to leave,'' Taehyung demands.

And my breath hitches.

''So, you are hiding something?'' But Jungkook is persistent.

''Jungkook stop,'' I tell him, tugging on his jacket, but he doesn't listen. He never does. ''You're being ridiculous.''

''Why? You're supposed to back me up on this and yet you're protecting him?'' Offended, he brushes away my touch, an action that left my chest feeling heavy.

''I'm not protecting him!'' I say, reassuring but a part of me was feeling guilty. ''I'm being rational here. You can't just go around in somebody's house and accuse them of hiding dead bodies."

''Whatever.'' Jungkook shakes his head, the overprotective side of him making an appearance once again as he grabs my wrist, pulling me forward when his feet start to leave. ''We're going home.''

While the flames between Jungkook and I burned, Taehyung didn't say anything. The whole time he just stands there, enjoying the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. He's breaking us apart and he knows that. A man of drama and adrenaline, that's all that Taehyung was made of.

''Why are you doing this?'' Jungkook growls and I notice his eyes going darker before we reach the entrance door.

''Doing what?''

''Don't be like this. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're drooling over him! You're protecting a man you know nothing about.''

I struggle to find the words and Jungkook sees that, because he then lets out a long sigh, bringing his fingers up to his temples to prevent the upcoming headache.

It's all clear now.

I screwed up.

''I'm sorry.'' Now here I am, trying to fix the damage I've done. ''I won't ever see him again, I promise.''

''Doubt it.'' Jungkook says gruffly, looking away. ''If the way he looks at you is anything to go by, you'll be seeing him all the damn time.''

And the door closes behind us.