Brace yourself.

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Taehyung thinks he's dreaming. Thinks that the familiar silhouette that dances against the walls is simply a figment of his imagination.

He simply stares, swollen eyes boring holes into the elder as he silently thanks for the halt of the other's movements. He keeps his vision trained on the figure he truly wished to be real, a diversion of the intense pain in his lower abdomen.

It's only then that it hits him that Kris would surely not stop for any reason, he was much too smothered by the intensity of the moment to just cease suddenly.

Then could it be? Was he too seeing what the blond's simply believed was a dream that would never become true?

It surely appeared so, the dark haired male's hand pressing flat against his skin as he tilts his chin to meet the other's gaze.

"J-Jeongguk?"the blond croaks throatily, auburn eyes glassing over as he reaches weakly for the elder.

His attempts are in vain, heavy cuffs dragging his wrists, the movement grazing his bloodied skin. He's numb to the pain by now, lips trembling as he rests them in defeat upon the linen sheets.

Jeongguk can hear the distant shattering of his heart. The younger looked as if the life had been mauled from his very body, the remnants now a haze of blue and purple bruises that littered itself over his lifeless skin.

He allows his gaze to drop from the gentle curve of his neck that's hindered with ugly tints of blooming colour.

"Oh my God."he mumbles, dark eyes widening in shock as they rest on the younger's lower abdomen.

It's a miracle that the blond is even conscious at this point, the crimson painting his pale stomach, thickening by the second. The blade of the knife is wedged in the fragile skin of his abdomen, just millimeters from his belly button, plush, red liquid spewing from the wound.

The knife had been visibly pushed it into the flesh, the dagger sheathed in the pulsing wound, the guard pressing wide upon his skin. Not to mention the awkward twist of the handle, the opening not simply a slick line but a crumbling circle as if the elder had rotated the knife after digging it into him.

His pants were unfurled, the zipper revealing the contents it had concealed, the dark haired male's hand wrapped tightly around his private area.

The sight is enough to trigger the sadistic side of the young leader, the veins in his neck prominent as his eyes twitches, gun tucked it into his belt, fists raised instead.

"You fucking bastard."

It's a flash of fists and extended legs, curses and cries lacing the air of the cavernous room. Blood leaks from wounds, spoiling the cream carpet below, pained screams falling from parted lips.

None could comprehend who of the two had the upper hand, both males skilled in one on one fighting, jaws clenched tightly and fists painted in a range of blinding colours from the constant blows it had delivered.

The blond beauty watches feebly, vision blurry and unfocused. There's a sharp curse as Jeongguk receives a right hook, body retreating slightly as he shakes his head, gritting his teeth to dismiss the pulsing pain in his side.

Taehyung knew Jeongguk was tall. At six foot, the elder towered over his smaller frame, however Kris was a different story. The malicious male had a few centimetres above the mafia leader and was currently using his height as an advantage, long fingers reaching down to grasp a handful of sooted locks in his palm, tugging harshly eliciting a pained yelp from the younger.

"N-No."Taehyung stammers, feebly rising from the bed, actions not comprehend by the brawling elder's.

The pain is unbearable. It's almost as if someone had set fire upon his body, hammering multiple bolts into every inch of his skin, his abdomen burning in growing poison.

But he can't bring himself to care at the moment, for his lover was currently receiving the best of his life, his pale skin smothered in bruises.

"To win a fight one must have a clear and empty head."Jeongguk advises, warm palms curling at his hips as he rotated their bodies toward the punching bag, "Let it all go angel."

The raven haired male was far from the blank mindset he had advised the blond to posses, corrupted with hateful curses and burning envy.

He was not going to win.

Taehyung knew that. With a strained smile, he finds himself limping across the carpet towards, the pain in his belly dispersing into concern as he watches his lover groan at another blow, forearm raised poorly to block his face and instead revealing his stomach.

"Pivot angel, you won't get hit then."

The young leader stood his ground, feet dissolving as he takes the hits directed towards him, face swollen and bruised.

With a pained wince, Jeongguk ducks to the side, flinging his body with his fist as he throws a right uppercut, directing his anger and fury to the blow.

The elder is sent flailing to the floor, leg swiping the other's as he falls, the dark haired male caught by surprise as he joins the other upon the ground.

Jeongguk however, fails to notice the slip in his belt, the gun clattering to the floor as he lunges at the other.

Kris does.

So does Taehyung.

It happens in a split second. Long fingers curl around the trigger of the gun, locking it into place. Pale lips tug into smirk as he watches comprehension dawn upon the younger's face.

"Rot in fucking hell bitch."

Bang.

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Short chapter but dRaMa...