"How about you join us."

"Son."

Jungkook glared at his so-called father, his eyes narrowed towards to the doorway where he stood, arms crossed head held high as he stood next to Jun.

The young boy snorted, this was ridiculous.

"You think I'd want to live like how I did before?"

Jungkook chuckled, his head fell backward as he laughed, whilst the other two men stood still observing the boy with cold eyes.

"You don't want anything to happen to that pretty little boyfriend of yours?"

Jungkook's father smirked as he watches his son's face pale, his laughter coming to a halt at the mention of his boyfriend.

"You know,"

"Our Jun here is quite familiar with that pretty boy of yours."

Jungkook grinds his teeth together in annoyance, rolling his tongue on the insides of his cheek, as he feels the hatred for his father if possible grow even stronger.

Jun smirks proudly as he reaches for a folder, opening up the plastic fold, he pulls out pictures.

Pictures of Taehyung.

Jungkook grimaced as the male held up the pictures to show the other, they were painful to see.

Taehyung in most of the pictures would be naked, purple bruises going down his bare tanned legs, his legs were spread open his gaze blank.

The young boy felt his heart sink to the very pit of his stomach, he felt guilty for not being able to save his boyfriend at the time.

His eyes stung, trying to hold back the tears he looks away from the horrid pictures, averting his gaze to the ceiling as he let out an enraged scream.

"Don't fucking touch him!"

"I'll do whatever, just don't h-hurt him."

The boy's voice cracked slightly, his eyes were now shut as he tried to somehow calm himself.

He knew he couldn't see Taehyung anymore, he'd put him in danger.

This is all my fault.

Jungkook's father smiled crookedly, and the younger boy felt like punching him, knocking him out cold but oh he couldn't.

"Well, that wasn't too hard."

He was tied up to a fucking chair, and he'd been wounded by a bullet if only he wasn't the man he called father would be dead.

There was always something holding him back, he couldn't stay happy for some time there'd be always be someone to ruin it.

Jun clears his throat as he slides the pictures back into the laminate folder, Jungkook's father patted the male's back as he ordered for him to leave.

"You're fucking sick."

Jungkook felt the bile rise in his throat as he remembered the pictures of his lover, his state so vulnerable so helpless.

"I know Jungkook, I know."

"It's great to have you back, you were one of our best."

Jungkook's father smiled, as he strode towards the small chair where his son was tied up.

"Come on."

"We are ruthless, there's no time for love."

Jungkook chuckled breathlessly as he stared blankly into his father's eyes, his gaze unwavering.

"Is that why you killed mother?"

"Because there wasn't any time for love, I suppose?"

—

"Don't you love me?"

Jungkook's face was replaced with Jun's and the boy felt his head spin.

This time in his nightmare, Jungkook would be the one to hit him and Jun would be his saviour.

It was sick, it was twisted the things he'd do.

It wasn't like the Jungkook he knew.

"Jungkook. Remember he did this to you, he hurt you."

And Taehyung believed so.

Jun wraps his arm around the younger boy's waist smiling warmly at him as he pecks his forehead.

"I love you."

Taehyung smiles.

"I love you to–"

—

"YAH KIM TAEHYUNG!"

Jimin's voice startles Taehyung, who sits up immediately, breathing ragged as he takes deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself.

Jin passes a glass of water over to the young boy, as he rubs his back soothingly.

Taehyung gasps softly, as he notices Jin, Hoseok, and Namjoon in the room watching him with concern.

"My poor baby."

Jin sniffles as he wraps his arms around the younger boy, cooing softly in his ear.

Taehyung chuckles, pushing off the older male as he smiles, mentally sighing in relief as he was now well aware that it was a dream.

He loved Jungkook, not Jun.

Jimin rubs the space in between his eyes, as he lets out a long breath.

"I was so scared, what happened did you dream of him again?"

Taehyung nodded rather meekly, his gaze averted to the ceiling as his eyes bore blankly into the dull color.

Namjoon scrunched up his nose in confusion, his eyes focused on his laptop screen.

"Jun is involved in the mafia?!"

The male covers his mouth in shock, as he furiously types on his keyboard while the other boys stare at him in utter confusion.

"The mafia?"

Hoseok snorts, with a roll of his eyes he steps closer towards the other male his eyes squinting at the computer screen.

"You're telling me, that lanky piece of shit is in the mafia?!"

Namjoon nods slowly, as he bites his lip looking up from the screen, Jin's jaw pretty much drops to the ground.

Taehyung is suddenly silent, his head lowered as he shudders in fear.

Jimin's gaze softens, he pats the latter's shoulder before speaking.

"Did you perhaps, know about this?"

The younger only nodded, fidgeting with his fingers anxiously as he shut his eyes, trying to rid of the horrid thoughts that had begun to resurface.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

Jin frowns, Jimin nods along with the other.

"I c-couldn't."

"I loved him."

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