Jimin’s pov.

“Hyung will be home this Sunday. I have to inform this to his Seokjin, hyung told me to do it — wait wait, not me, I won’t, I’ll get the maid to pass this news to him.” I said looking at Namjoon sitting in the garden with me. Not our mansion’s garden but a secluded one in the back of our town.

“Don’t.”

“Huh?”

Namjoon spoke, staring at the sky, taking puffs from cigar. I stared at his cold but handsome face. I hate smoking but not going to lie, he looks an eye catching hunk here. Mysteriously his aura is adorned with more hotness just by this puffing stick. I don’t know how long I shamelessly stared at him but his eyes wouldn’t look into mine. He would often stare at anything but me – what should I do to have him?
    I wish if he did me instead of doing cigarettes.

Shut your mouth Jimin!

“Taehyung believes on what he sees. If informed to Seokjin, he will be all demured in front of his husband. Taehyung just needs that to see his wife free from allegation and then shut his eyes. Let Taehyung come home and give his wife a surprise visit. Don’t inform about this to your brother-in-law, yet.”

My eyes struck at him, he’s cunning.  “That’s right! Though he’ll he see it for himself and everything shall be clear, then what Joon hyung? What shall happen?” my voice turned down and couldn’t bring myself to think about the aftermath. I hope that it all wraps up in peace, and we turn to good family who loved being with each other. Even though I can’t guarantee for brother’s state and action, he can be kind and calm but sometimes it is barely used if he is furious.

“I don’t know. Talking with Taehyung, I realized the numbness of sensibility in him and the growth of rage. Anticipating peace in this is hard hope but this isn’t any of but a matter of his love life. I dare say he will be rational and calm to him for he loves him. He would do no harm, we shall expect anything from him but harming Seokjin.” Joon hyung is right, I sense.

“Yeah but, would’t it be better to stay away from this and just inform Seokjin about this husband’s arrival? What if he and Soobin are caught in the most delirious way? Oh lord! I don’t wanna imagine.” I shut my eyes, thinking for the worse, my ears, cheeks turning red from disgust.

“Then expect for worse.” Namjoon is one hell of uncanny. One point he’ll be stating how things would be peaceful, and in other he words for destruction. I don’t know what happens inside his head. I want to get inside his head and get all information about him including what kind of men he likes. Ahh here we go again! 

I smelled cigarettes all of sudden, more stronger now, scattering the  thoughts, I brought my eyes up from grasses only to see Joon hyung’s face very close to mine. His breath hitting my face, the hint of mint and cigar  was tickling my hormones very rudely. 

“You were lost while sitting here. Your eyes looked upset. Jimin what are you thinking about?” the words in me were nothing but converted into suppressed moan when his hand raised my chin and his hoarse voice said my name. His other hand haunting near my thigh, where the nerves were hollering and chills surrounded.

His eyes were waiting for answer so I gulped a big fluster down and spoke. “Thinking about how bad idea it is to keep this surprise from Seokjin.” I thanked god that words were released instead of some impure sounds.

“If revealed then what is surprise? Don’t speak of this to him. Let’s get going, hm?—I want to eat.” My eyes struck at his last words, pulling a whole different meaning out of this and a hot creeped on back of my neck, traveling down near my hipbones.

“You have to make dinner yet, don’t you? You know how I hate maid’s cooking– cook for us. Then I have to go at working site, quick, pick your bag.” All sudden his touches were a gone air. I craved. I think I won’t be able to sleep tonight. These past few nights since I have been seeing Joon hyung often that my hormones are playing wild. He blocks all senses in me and spellbounds me, I could dance on his tune to please him with whole heart. This is increasing. I hope it die downs soon.

Don’t worry I didn’t speak of my crave to Jungkook while telling him about incidents. I don’t want to sound like a I am having any ‘libido’ phase. 

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“Jimin-ah.” I heard the familair sweet voice echoing in the empty corridor. My heart got upset all over again. I turned around to show my emotionless face. Seokjin stood there, his eyes the saddest caves. Some jitter in his finger that were curled around the loose peach colored sheer shirt. Again, his image of a demure, prim as if his own husband had never touched him.

“How’s your study going on Min-ah?” He walked to me hesitantly, a tiny smile, with hope of reconciliation. I took a deep breath. The endearment he used was my heart melter but I didn’t get swayed by it.

“Good.” icily I said. My eyes daren’t turning to look at him. He stepped more closer and opened his mouth but before he could speak I interfered. “Go back to your room. I have already made us dinner. Maids will serve you in your room. Go resume whatever you were doing.” I walked away, leaving his pretense timid posture alone with his lips parted whatever he had to say left unspoken. I wouldn’t dare hear him ever again.
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It was Sunday and hyung will be home by anytime. Soobin was in the library I guess and he didn’t meet Seokjin till now and stayed there for the whole dawn. When once I asked him on why roams around house even at night he stated the reason as insomnia.

Why in hell this Soobin isn’t meeting Seokjin, nor going inside his room, he was supposed to stay there while brother comes here, catches them. If he’ll see the undisturbed peace and image of Seokjin once he steps in then he would never open his eyes even if things are going wrong in front of his eyes.

That’s what I and Joon hyung want right? To see brother clutch his wife and things turn between punish and beg for forgiveness. Then why my heart hurts on it? I have stopped thinking about this from now whatever way it leads to. Anyways Joon hyung told me it won’t be much of serious things, I trust him.

Alas hyung arrived, his footsteps were loud and his eyes were cold masking all happening in his heart. His face hard-bitten from all the situation and reality. The loudness of his boots were less noisy than his inside. He looked stoic as usual but his head was a mess.

His long coat flew along the winds past by.  I turned my head back, to look up at the first floor where Seokjin stood with the stunned face at the unexpected arrival. His hands holding the railing tightly and slide them as he walked faster to come down. 

I turned my head to Taehyung “Brother you are fine?” I asked.

His eyes were on the corners of home, where usually the reserved Soobin is found, but he was in library currently. His hands were fisted, veins flaunting.

His eyes locked to mine and scowled.

“Stop asking me that you-” before my brother could finish his eyes were taken away by his dearest person who flew down the stairs, like a Cinderella at the struck of midnight. His mouth parted and his coldness fell apart. The old smitten man coming back.

Seokjin’s dainty eyes covered by the lavitaion of his hairs and peachy shirt flowing behind him. I hate to praise him now but surely he’s ethereal. I could see the faint wetness in his eyes and I scoffed, good that brother didn’t hear it.

My drifted my eyes to Taehyung and saw him staring blinklessly as if he had seen his wife after generations. They had very pure eyes I would say, I might be wrong if one of them has impure one. 

We anticipated a bone crushing hug from them, the just two of us in this world kind of hug but Seokjin halted on his legs, standing a feet away from his husband and his hands shaking, breathing faster, his brows hanging down.

Joon hyung walked behind me and I tensed up, he didn’t do anything, just that I could sniff his scent and feel tingles in me. 

“Come here”

Taehyung said, his voice surprisingly demanding with hint of his old sweetness. His eyes softening but coldness lingering too. He kept hawk eyes on his wife trying to look at his Jin with the same old eyes that took every speck of his wife as pure and pretty. Jin took his own hands and jittered around one another, his eyes locked on the floor and hairs covered his forehead, hiding his eyes, the whiteness on his face and wincing of body showed something between fear, distress and loads burried in his heart.

Taehyung curled his fingers and I looked over Seokjin who took two steps behind, the timidness in his structure was surreal, slowly getting away from the strong air of Taehyung, absolutely rejecting the hug that he would always demand from Taehyung before. Is he perhaps getting the regret from his actions and can’t touch his loving husband? Is this the reason?

I heard the rustling of shirt by Tae’s hands that dropped against his sides.  The silence in the house was enough to make us hear breaths.

Seokjin turned on his feet and sat on the sofa. The legs close together, catching a corner and curling into himself. “I...” He acted more and more strange. Taehyung’s hand twitched as he took steps to him and sat beside him.

“Are you mad? Did my departure left you in disdain? Not willing to see your husband and hug him?” My brother had me in an awe, the sourness from the earlier allegations imposed on his wife and that too of cheating which is the most hurtful when love has been poured selflessly to build relationship and yet being so calm, patient and forgiving was unusual but so truly heavenly of Taehyung. 

Seokjin’s down eyes lit up and quickly lashed it to his husband, gulping the big lump. The widened eyes curtained by his hairs as he shook his head in the denial, he withdrew his hands out that were curled around himself but couldn’t dare touch Taehyung.

“I..., you are home and I could ask nothing for more. I missed you.” his voice was dripping honey and his eyes were but an innocent garden. “I don’t know what is happening to me.” he sobbed loudly.

“I could sense the elate by seeing you, but I can’t feel it. I am not feeling good inside Taehyung-ssi. It feels numb.” He hid his face to the other side. His hairs were longer than before and it looked so good on him, he kept his hand against his brows and soothed them.

My head tilted at the view, the drama was more real than novels. I turned my head and saw Namjoon with his hands curled on his chest and vividly no expressions but as he looked into my eyes, he broke into a soft smile — he’ll be the death of me! 

“Look at me.” his husband spoke, catching my attention in hurry, suddenly he very cold. His eyes turning sharp. Seokjin’s lips whimpered in the sudden change, he clutched the sofa sides, digging nails  fretfully as he faced his husband.

“Get back to the room. I will come to you later.” he stuck his finger out roughly and pointed up to the stairs, his jaw clenched. His nose flaring. The suitcase he had in hands was thrown on the floor, a thud that startled Jin.

Seokjin winced and raised his hand to touch his husband but the touch was denied as in revenge of denied hug.

heavy voice thundered. “Now!”

“Taehyung-ssi?” Lips quivered profusely, his body shivered — he ran away, sobbing loudly against his palm.

My mouth hung in confusion on what I just saw. I looked at my brother sitting in the tension and resting his hands on knees, leaning down, his hairs hanging in the air and sighing loudly.

I walked to him. “Hyung, why were you so cold to him? You told us to behave with him and now look at you.” Such hurt on Seokjin could pain me as well. No this wasn’t going to be about harshness. 

Taehyung lifted his head a little, his hand hit on the sofa “Didn’t you see...” he couldn’t help to speak any more further. The discomfort in him rose.

“I saw him being emotionally confused. So what?”

“Jimin he had... fuck!” I jumped at his foul word. His study chest heaved, his hands clenched. He dashed away, not into his room but outside, leaving me clueless.

Namjoon looked as if he understood and so I went to him. “What did just happened?”

“Taehyuhg was doing well in being calm but then as Seokjin turned his head away—and...there was a bite mark on Seokjin’s neck and yup Tae lost it, not worst but did good in controlling his anger.” I gasped, my eyes shaking, the blood in boiled.

Taehyung blocked my view the whole time and that’s why I couldn’t see his neck.

Oh God!

I dashed to the Soobin’s room and found it empty after searching him in the library. I can strike him on face, yes I can, he isn’t any good man, I can loose some image and slap him but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Did you see that piano man?” I asked maid.

“Soobin sir? Yes he left the house this morning.” This cheap man is hiding. But how long? He has nowhere but to come here back. I shall teach him then, a perfect lesson.

Till then I walked into Jin’s room and saw it open. He had this habit for his husband who sometimes came home late but now I can’t say it is for him or for Soobin?

He was sitting on the bed. His head hung low. “Wipe that shit from your neck!” he flinched at me and shut his eyes closed.

“My brother ran out of house to calm his anger down. For how long he shall stay out? When he’ll be home, he would see your degrade. I am afraid nobody would be able to save you from him.”

“And why would somebody save a slut like you.”

I was too angry to mind my language. He was a heavy despiser of foul language and getting one surely struck him on face, he looked at me in frozen. It hurt him deeply but seeing my brother avoiding home was more hurtful than what he felt. “Who plays with a gentleman’s heart and then crushes it heartlessly! Who taught all this Seokjin-ah?” my lips quivered. “This isn’t like you. What if your mother learns this, Your parents, Ken?” It came like a twisting blade.

“Will you tell them?” he asked silently.

“Did you owned a good title that I could praise you? I will say this to them. Let them hear your dirt.”

“Did Taehyung-ssi...” he gulped, walking to me, seeing me in the eyes, his hand traveling to ugly stain on his neck, touching it and dropping the dowm. “See this?”

“Yes and he ran away in disgust!”

“Jimin-ah...” Jin’s eyes whirled on the floor and his chest heaved “please leave me alone.” the tears threatened to fall from his eyes and he closed the door on my face. I stood out trying to gather myself from throwing angry curses.

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At the tavern.

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“Where’s your chariot driver hyung?” Taehyung asked gulping some strong drink, trying to roam his mind around all unwanted discusses to avoid the merciless pangs in his heart.

“Why are you asking of him?” older asked, his eyes catching some good looking but hoes staring at them with smiles that made them more unlikable. He gave a smirk to them and brought back his attention to Taehyung.

“Haven’t seen him for awhile and since then you've been riding all by yourself. Risky to go when we are drunk with no driver. Besides, he was very punctual and good man but didn’t see him since maybe the time you came at site with Kim Seokjin. I saw him last then. He disappeared?”

“What do you mean he disappeared? He must have left the job without informing me.” Namjoon shrugged.

“No. Hyung you don’t know? That your driver’s wife came to me once and begged to find her husband. He isn’t home since that day. Do you have any idea where he must be?”

“I didn’t know he just vanished. I would get some men search for him. Let’s talk about something else, shall we?”

Silence past, nobody talked for about fifteen to twenty minutes.

“Your favorite boy, Namjoon hyung? Where did he ran off to?” Taehyung was drunk. Heavily sloshed but could still handle himself in stoic and grace.

“My favorite boy?” his older brother asked.

“That piano fucker.” Taehyung whispered through his tight teeth. No he can’t let go of the vile situation he’s put into.

Namjoon laughed at it “Oh Soobin. You aren’t one to curse at guests, dear brother.”

“Guest my arse.” he spat “He’s nothing to me. I can curse at him and even punch him on face.”

“But I think he’s something to your wife. Punch him all if you want but first need to find him.”

“Wherever the hell he hides, He’ll be at my mansion now or tomorrow but what should be done of that outsider when my close one is at fault.”

“Taehyung-ah, that bite mark..it was–”

“You saw it, right? What I am even asking, It was big enough for any sight to see.” he laughed sourly, “It looked good on his flawless skin though. I have always loved to abuse his good skin but my beauty was tasted by somebody than me? The blood in me is turning into feral, I want to break someone, shred flesh from bones. My heart is hurting so much and it’s turning to violence.” his teeth clenched as each words rolled out. His eyes darker than the night.

His emotionless eyes turned to Kim  Namjoon who had small smile as he was twirling his index finger around the rim of wine glass. His one brow lifted. “I shouldn’t expect a smile from you my brother.” He stated Irritatedly.

Joon chuckled, “Seeing you untamed is reminding me of the times when I had a lover in London.” Hearing this Taehyung’s irritated eyes turned normal and leaned forward nodding his head.

“I remember that. I used to wait outside the library while you were locked with him inside. You forbid me to come saying I wasn’t adult enough to see it.” they both laughed lightly.

“And I remember him, your very first love, Sejoon. As far I can recall you both had big qaurel, He fought with with you, didn’t he? He was wild. What did you do to him after that? As far I recall your father was out of town and you had him staying there with you, but as soon you heard about him wanting to break up with you, you roughly clutched him, dragged him out and rode away. Since then, never heard of him. He was hell terrified by you day he was busted, all white and weak limbs. Your eyes alone could burry him six feet under. What did you do him, you didn’t say?”

Namjoon’s smile was alive but turned into pique and the hold on glass was tightened not necessarily aggressive but the old bitterness teased him back to seize it tightly.

“I was no saint Taehyung-ah, I hit him till he cried for mercy, till I saw blood on him not too serious just a slit on lips. I was blinded by ache and anger. I gave all my money, time but that bitch was foul! I had to discard him anyway before reminding him my name.”

“Hyung...” Taehyung wasn’t surprised, he was aware of Namjoon’s side that is far away from meek. He had seen it when Namjoon was young, he was too rebellious, wild, smart yet demanding, short-tempered, arrogant for his mind, skills, intelligence his to-die-for looks. The thing that surprises Tae the most is how this man got so tamed. How the calmness homed in him? Maybe maturity, experience changed him.

“Ey ey Taehyung-ah I was young. My very first love was a fail, it boiled my blood, it hurt my heart. I did it out of sense. I feel truly sorry for it.” Taehyung cringed on the cold apology and turned his attention to the drink.

“They can be punished without any  psychical violence, hyung. I mean if love then why violence?”

“If true love then why cheating? You remember the another incident with me, don’t you?”

“I do. It still peturbs me.” 

Taehyung stared at him and his heart burned. The hold on beer glass turned his knuckles white. His eyes shaking.

“But hyung, Love can make mistake.” Taehyung reasoned out.

“Then mistaken it as love.” Namjoon shrugged his shoulder.

“Hyung you” he discomfortly chuckled. “You sometimes get into my head, like a spell.” he looked at his brother who was again calm, his back resting behind and face holding no flaw.

“I have heard that alot. Now drink. This night drink your sadness away. You can face him tomorrow or any following days but don’t let the bitterness of betrayal make home in your system and create void in your heart. You shouldn’t be tasting misery when you aren’t wrong.” Taehyung totally agreed, taking big sips.

They were drinking but Taehyung couldn’t feel drunk, he couldn’t drink away the memories and someone tried to venom his heart when he heard two men from the table across them.

The two men that were once thrashed by Taehyung for they tried to loot him. Their rugged face were all with cuts, dirt, teeth yellow and body buffed but untidy. He corner eyed them.

“Here I see is the husband of Kim Seokjin, the son of Kim tavern’s owner. Why he’s here when he should be with his of hell of beautiful spouse.” that ugly man sighed heavily.

“I know that beauty. I often used to see him at his father’s tavern. He looked like ready to be devoured each time I saw him. Though his skin smelled fresh, I hardly can say he is pure.” he tittered. “This town wanted to own him like a prettiest trophy to display but that lucky bastard Kim Taehyung won him. Imagine what heaven he must be tasting in the bed.” the other man spoke.

Taehyung’s eyes turned red, the glass cracked in his hand and pierced in his palm, drawing the blood out. He finally saw them fully, not trying to hide eyes anymore. Seeing one of the man touching his own crotch and his thumb caressing the glass as if imagining the touch of beauty they were hungry for. The disgust in Tae drowned him, the veins on neck and head almost popped.

“What hell beauty was doing at such  dangerous place like tavern where hungry beasts are found.”

“Who knows. His father must be keeping him there for display so men could drink more to quench their thirsts. Or that beauty must be a whore.” they heard a breaking of glass and saw the growling husband of person they kept degrading about. 

“Ey Kim Taehyung. You are here?” They acted clueless when in real the words they spoke were meant to be listened by Taehyung.

“It means your beauty is alone at home? Let us have him someday. He is most desired breedable pretty body in our town, give him to us but only if he isn’t a slut! We don’t want a loyal wife, it shall be no fun-”

“Are dare ya you degrade my wife!?” Taehyung roared.

They got terrified when Taehyung rushed to them but Namjoon held him on place. “Taehyung-ah you are hurt, don’t call for more trouble.” Namjoon spoke hastily and took the raged man out. 

Taehyung freed himself from the hold and fixed his coat, pulling it down and walked away, running fingers in his hairs.

“Taehyung-ah, brother listen.”

“This is what they got to say about my Seokjin? Is this how they imagine him? Trying to get into bed with him? To taste him? Do Seokjin go to his father’s tavern to hear this? Is it fun to be called a whore?” He yelled at Joon who tried to calm him down at the middle of road in night. The possessive man in him howled at the middle of night, trying to control him, and his itching claws to clutch Seokjin and hurt him in most regrettable way.

“You heard them right?! They said he is often found in that tavern. What does he do there?” He cried.

“Taehyung-ah don’t believe in some strange wild mannerless. You saw the mud on them, on their character! They just saw him in the tavern, maybe serving some men, helping his father, he must’ve been there at time he in young years, that doesn’t mean he was found to prove the harlot label or anything even though that’s the most cruel and fetid stigma imposed.” Taehyung glared at his brother who raised his brows fixed his tie. He  groaned loudly.

“I can’t control the lava in me. I really want to break someone. I tried to calm my anger down and be as sensible as I could try to but it’s getting more and more wild. I need to ask why he’s sleeping with somebody, what did I lack?”

Before Namjoon could speak, Tae who walked away came back to him and pointed his index finger at Namjoon’s face, flashing his teeth.
     “Three days.” Taehyung harshly breathed. “I am giving fucking three days for Soobin to come back. Hyung you can do your best to find him and  bring him before the due and face the aftermath very sensibly. Bring him to me or let him be face to face with me on his own but within three days! or I will search him myself and then nobody shall come between us. He’ll leave this place in coffin or he’s remains shall be unknown! You must be responsible for him, answer on his behalf when he is murdered!” With that Taehyung walked faster, almost disappearing into the fog on the road between woods.

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