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Taehyung couldn't stiffle his thoughts or put down his worries, sleeping the sadness away. His eyes turned red soar for he didn't blink them, refused all the good naps his softest comfortable study chair provided for as soon he would close his eyes, all the troubling thoughts of his marital life shall floats ere eyes, so haunting, so cruel.

Would things turn any normal after sending away my wife?

Those merry months in his marriage never had a day where he would come home and see no source of the kind warmth, a beautiful home feeling emitting through his wife, Seokjin. Although he had days staying away from home however he had a pleasant feeling that his wife shall be there, standing at threshold with loveliest smile, in their lovely home, counting days to be together again.

How will I step inside the house that shall have no melodies of Seokjin?

He walked downstairs to the living room where Seokjin was sitting all by himself, winced in the corner of sofa. Once, wasn't willing to get locked in room was today adamant on not coming outside. Taehyung pulled him out here.

A luggage bag dropped near his feet on the floor. The bag that wasn't packed by him but maids for he couldn't move even a small finger or move eyes, numb since last night.

Taehyung sucked the air sharply and closed his eyes when he recalled unwillingly about last night—such a horrendous time where his own eyes gulped the poison slathered on his wife's unholy touched body. All hideous and disgusting that shall take days to faint away. Till then my eyes won't see him the same.

“Get up,” Taehyung rang, startling the poor looking male, who shivered even in the warm sweater. “We are leaving.” he picked up the bag and walked out. Seokjin watched his man leave without his eyes even looking at him for once.

He inhaled waveringly. “Seokjin-ah!” Jimin came running down and curled his fingers into Seokjin's who halted on his slow steps. “Come here for a second.” he pulled him into corner. “Hyung just minute, I promise.” he looked pleadingly at Taehyung who stood at the threshold, now turned around his back and ambled out. 

“Seokjin, seokjin, how will I spent days here alone, without you?” Jimin tilted his head at the name he said twice who's eyes were stuck on the floor, his lashes veiled them. “Why did you do this?” Jimin asked in a very  whisper. “And if you did then tell the reason and accept it. We are no cruel and you're lovely to us. Every mistake of yours shall be forgiven. Don't stay dumb, can't you see my brother’s heart deeply hurting.”

Jimin waited for answer, probably for five minutes or more. Every seconds  making his frustration in profuse. A minute asked was now over and came a shout of deep voice from outside. “Send him here!” Jimin flinched and gave up on him. “Anyways I just wanted to say goodbye. See you soon.”

He moved out of the way so seokjin walked away from him—“Once we can stay without you Seokjin-ah,” Jimin's voice echoed, pausing younger. “But can't be forgiven if you truly intended to hurt my brother. You're surely lovely to us but don't forget we had good days even before you.” Seokjin didn't turn around to say anything, just a second to proceed on the words, letting out a sigh and he just disappeared out.

His steps were slowed down as his eyes caught the sight of splendid blooms in the garden, dewdrops glowed on it for him take droplet in his finger, he smiled faintly. His eyes drifting to Taehyung who was standing with the charioteer, near chariot in his very dimly mood, his eyes fell on Seokjin's who lowered his head and quickly walked to him.

He stood before his husband and glanced at him but older wouldn't look at him as if Seokjin was unworthy of it.  Taehyung opened the door for him and Seokjin took steps back, away from the vehicle but then quickly took a seat when Taehyung's sharp eyes gestured him to better get inside. He sat very close to the corner, not minding harsh cold and chill fogs hitting his feeble. He gathered the sweater and covered himself fully.

As he realized that Taehyung is taking seat beside him on the right side, where bitemark mark can be seen which is sitting on the Taehyung's taken side. He covered it sneakily with the collar of his coffee brown jumper. 
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The journey was flying on an extreme silent air. Not an awkward one. Just few unspoken words emitted through nothing. Seokjin stole glances on his husband who's stiff countenance brought every eclipse of pain. He bit his lower lip and turned his head to him again, he sighed louder that obtained him the attention of his Taehyung who gazed at him through his indifferent eyes for a mere second, his eyes scurrying from the crown of softest hairs to his delicate hands that had a novel clutched. 

Taehyung ruffled through his pocket singlehandedly and gave the male beside him a pair of gloves. Seokjin bit down a smile for seeing kind side of his husband through his callous posture.

“You have something to say?” Tae spoke rolling his eyes back to window, he noticed the eager but hesitant eyes of Seokjin lingering on him time to time. 

“You'll come to take me?” Seokjin asked, staring in awe at Taehyung’s soft long hairs flying across his lovely chisleled face. He straightened up when his husband looked at him back. “I don't want to stay for long.” he added in mumble, looking away. Though he misses his parents, his home but this isn't any great time to greet them.

“Why you want to come back any soon?—needless.” he said in uncaring way, very low voice. 

Seokjin tilted his head, an old whine stuck in his throat, he wanted to pucker his lips, his antics that would bring out very soft side of Taehyung, getting some kisses—now not anymore.

“Say something.” Seokjin restrained himself from almost touching Taehyung's fingers. He took back his fingers and curled them back around his book. “Please don't give silence.”

“Seokjin, I had a dream.” Taehyung's voice was very soft, his eyes yet to be seen. Seokjin almost gasped at the soft voice used on him after quite time. “I had a dream, a very lovely one where we made love.” Seokjin looked at him with his shimmering eyes, all blood rushing to his cheeks, pink dust deepening as he realized how they haven't touched each other for a long time.

“Then it got registered in my heart on  how terrible it is to see love drifting away, far away. But if heart flutters in vain later whimpers in pain, then it's better to let one go. Disgraceful to shower love around nothing.”

Seokjin took a wavering breath as he closed his eyes. He lowered his head and kept his hand on chest, he bit on his lips, “I didn't ask for heartless answer Taehyung-ssi.”

“This heart has been stabbed, you believe it would speak?” Seokjin parted his lips at such retaliate.

“Tell me, should I let you go, Jin? Will I be able to protect my heart then? But for whom I am saving this beating organ when I gave it all to you? Break it or crush it, you have triumphly owned it. In the end it shall be me who will suffer in misery. These tears you have shedded are all for naught, there are no worries for you, dear, save it.” he scoffed, not mockingly.  “Don't ask me more questions or I'll rather speak of my inner feelings which aren't very good, better keep quiet.”

Seokjin obeyed and kept the heavy silence, maintaining it through out the peculiarly long journey. After two hours they reached.

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The scent of familiar flowers swooned around Seokjin, sweetly hitting a nostalgia. He smiled faintly yet very sadly hoping he would've came here under different circumstances then this nostalgia must've been enjoyed in overjoy.

All this old surroundings, scents, roads were working as distraction but  his brain was now stuck around the fear of seeing his parents hearing all the foul he did. What shall my parents think after seeing me unexpectedly. How will it all sound through Taehyung-ssi and how shall it be taken by my family? Can I just bury myself six feet under lest seeing them?

He bit his nails, by mistake biting off a bit too much, hissing at sting and saw hint of blood on corner of nail. He flinched and covered his hands in sweater's paw when a loud slam of chariot's door was heard.

Taehyung walked pass him while he couldn't move a foot in numbness from fear. He took wavering steps and took deep breaths, his hands turning sweaty.

Taehyung paused and turned around, seeing Seokjin slow and unsure of steps he took, tripping over small pebble and taking over to wrong side, Taehyung stopped him with his gruff voice. “Kim Seokjin, I don't have much time! I need to go for office.” he held his forearm and dragged him, taking big strides.

Seokjin's eyes landed around married  women and young maidens that gawked and giggled bashfully at his husband who walked in richness with an expensive attire fluttering behind him. Though his eyes wouldn't spare a  single glance at them, those females were ready, imagining chance with this man of looks and money. Some of them whispered into each other's ears, something about this couple, bet not good.

Seokjin irked at such hideous ladies,  but when he saw how harshly he is being pulled by his husband when his mother was singing around the villagers how her son is treated like pillow princess by his husband must cause this gossips against him. He closed his eyes and let Taehyung tow him away.

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His eyes glimmered at old house. Standing in serene as always. In middle of colorful flowers and below the blue sky. Today there shall be some thundering clouds seen. He bit his lower lip. He saw the grieve entering before they could.

They stood before the gate, covered in veils sprawled around. Mrs Kim was humming a melody and watering the plants. Her eyes caught them. She threw the watering can carelessly and amusingly ran to them, opening the little rusty gates with a lovely smile.

She gasped, her eyes happy wide. “My! You both? Didn't expect to see you. Bless your souls, I loved this surprise. Let yourself in, why don't you.” she beamed. Taehyung gave half hearted smile to excited lady and Seokjin stayed hidden behind Tae.

“Listen! Seokjin and Taehyung are here!” in matter of seconds Mr Kim came out, throwing away the cigar to smile wide. He quickly hugged both of  them simultaneously. “So glad to see you both.” he patted at back of his son-in-law who stood taller than him. He eyed him from head to toe.

“Kim Taehyung, boy you look more handsome than before.” he chuckled when Taehyung subtly bowed in humbleness.

Mrs Kim hugged Seokjin, bringing him close to her chest, kissing his hairs, who was felt like vanished this whole time, she broke the hug and stared at her son worriedly, who couldn't meet eyes properly nor smile with those sweet eyes.

She brought Seokjin beside Taehyung and scanned them, a smirk out of pride arising when they looked like perfect for each other. “Oh look how you both look match made in heaven, gracious!” She exclaimed.

Taehyung glanced at Seokjin who did same but maintained the distance back and demuringly lowered his gaze. Mrs nudged at her son. “I see you're still very shy around Taehyung, are you? Doesn't he talk too much, Taehyung? I thought he'll change.” she passed the eyes between her son and his husband.

“Sure he's changed.” Taehyung smiled more in mock, staring at Seokjin who hugged back his mom and hid his face again.

I am sorry mother. he whispered, very inaudibly. A tear hanging on his eyelash that he wiped sneakily.

“Come have lunch with us. There's a bag with you? Tell me! you both will stay here for few days, perhaps a small holiday? It's a weekend as well. We'll be more than happy.” she clasped her hands staring at her husband.

Mr Kim lit up, wouding his arm around Taehyung’s back. “That will be great! It's been days since we've sent our son to you. Spend few days here. I have heard you fancy cigars and wines just like me. I'll bring the finest cigars and you know my tavern serves delicious alcohols. We will enjoy.” Taehyung subtly scowled at the cursed word tavern but held the gentle smile.

“Mr Kim.” Taehyung's voice grumbled in deep manner. His voice was dangerous for Seokjin. He would take his steps back as his husband would open his mouth. He wished to open the gates and fly away through them or run inside and lock himself in. “I won't be staying here but only Seokjin.” 

Mr and Mrs Kim watched with confused eyes at their son-in-law who they noticed to be callous. They hesitated at their old free cheery selves and turned down their voice. “Why? did something happen? You don't look bright today, I grasped. What's wrong?”

He just smiled shaking his head and let out a breath loudly, rubbing his palms together. “Don't get disquieted by it. There's nothing like that. I shall leave. Keep your son here.” Old couple shared their eyes and later landed on Seokjin who's owns were closed.

“Have a tea atleast.” Mrs Kim came closer, tilting her head. Taehyung watched how this habit is taken by Seokjin as well.

“No, thank you.” he walked through his in laws to the threshold and kept seokjin's bag on the floor turning his back, denying the small cozy home.

His eyes not seeing the two of middle aged couple but his wife who stood just a little before the gate. His head down and shudders bothering his body. Wiping the runny nose, making nose glisten red. He apparently looked tinier even than the blooms here. What made him look more small was the sweater he was in. It was Taehyung’s, hanging loosely yet comfortably around his delicate body.

Taehyung’s heart melted a little, when he realized that Seokjin was forbidden to wear but he would still find a way to tingle his heart by wearing clothes that didn't fit him well but made him look more pretty, not to mention he must be smelling like Taehyung now. He wanted to touch him, if not sensually than atleast chastely.

“Come in, Seokjin.” Taehyung and Seokjin both were brought out from thoughts by voice of Mr Kim.  “Goodbye Taehyung, next time make sure to spend few days here.” Mr Kim smiled and stretched his hand for Seokjin to get inside, who took a step forward but paused when his father asked. “Well, for many days he's staying here?” he asked to son in law. Jin raised his head and attentively looked at Taehyung who shrugged a little.

“I'll let you know.”

Mr Kim coldly gestured his son to come inside but didn't wait for Seokjin to follow him, he walked away alone in the house while Mrs Kim suspiciously eyed the lovely looking couple now a bit off and picked up water can, brisking inside. 

Seokjin furrowed his brows on why Taehyung didn't tell them, he wanted to take a sigh in relief but then held it when he saw Taehyung was still standing here, so he might anytime surprise them. He decided to dash inside, run back to his room, locking himself from situation that is to come.

He flew past his husband who clutched both of his wrist from behind. Seokjin gasped when he was twirled in the arms of Taehyung. He threw his sight on the grass below as the eyes of Taehyung bore into him. Feeling the soft hold around his wrist made his heart flutter. He didn't want to give needy eyes to his husband who flushes it down with his rude one, breaking all of his hopes.

Taehyung placed his long finger below his chin to raise his small face. “Do you want me to tell them, hm? I believe they already have smelled wrong. Should I enlighten them?” he softly asked, leaning down to his shrinking wife. “Tell me?” he jerked Seokjin who whimpered.

Taehyung maintained his eyes at the soft looking wife in his arms, this sweater engulfing his tiny, made him look purest creature. He wanted to borrow some time, forget everything and pick his wife up in arms, throw him in the chariot and take him.

Taehyung gave up on silence of Jin and gently ordered. “Go inside.”

Rather seokjin shook his head no,  wriggling his wrists out of hold, puckering his lips and rested his head on sturdy chest of Taehyung, hugging him tightly. Those hands struggled to intertwine around buff Taehyung but he didnt let him. Burying his face more into chest.

Taehyung wanted to run his hands on the softest hairs but refuted to lose it. They stood there for quite minutes, Taehyung trying best to remain cold, while Seokjin melting into Taehyung’s body like snow on smooth water.

“Tell me Jinnie, tell me what were those bruises?” he leaned his head down and whispered into his wife's ear, who pushed his head a little more up, wanting to feel those cold lips on his warm skin, tingling his skin.

“Tell me who did it? what happened? why did they had to say you committed adultery? You don't have to stay here, worrying your dear ones. You're never suppose to stay away from me. Just speak of it and I will take you with me, I won't lock you nor would turn cold and harsh.” his voice was a mellow whispers, hidden begs could be sensed. 

He wounded his arm around Seokjin's waist who turned bashful on touch of his husband that were vanished and  last night, cruel. He kneed the waist softly. “Why are you taking so long. I will listen very calmly. People say conversation leads to solution. Tell me you are getting bothered by something and you went in wrong way.”

Tell me the exact reason what I believe. Don't tell me you did this all because you founded pleasure in it and cracked your morality.

“I will accept you, anyhow.” he whispered and raised his head, seokjin mirrored him as well and locked his eyes with the deep brown ones. His eyes brimmed with tears and his lips quivered when Taehyung softly kissed his forehead, warm lips resting for good seconds.

Taehyung furrowed his brows when Seokjin's eyes that were just staring at him tearfully, suddenly turned horror filled for a flash and his face phantom white. He denied the touches and hold of his husband and thrashed in his arms, on very verge of distress. Taehyung confused yet couldn't release him but then gave up on sudden surreal state of Seokjin and watched him run away inside, shutting the door.

Did he saw ghost? What made him run that way? Or is he hiding from my questions again?

Taehyung hung his head low as a cool wind brushed his hairs, ruffling them, he realized the loneliness to come. He washed his face with bare hands as the utter solituted started to haunt him when seokjin leaving him didn't even past a minute. He sensed the old void in his heart forming again.

“Taehyung-ah.”

He turned around and saw Namjoon with Jimin. He walked out of the house of his in-laws, closing the gate behind, on his way to the chariot, he saw horse of Namjoon with Jimin who came through his own vehicle. “What are you doing here, hyung?” he asked looking up at his older brother.

“Brother I brought him here with me. He wanted to see you lest you send Seokjin away.” Jimin spoke.

“Taehyung-ah, so you had to keep him out house and send him here where his parents shall vex him by asking number of questions. I'm sure they must've got that their son isn't here for any pleasant reason. Pray, did you speak to them about Seokjin?” he turned his leg over the stallion and jumped down, taking Jimin's attention who just turned bashful on it. Jimin would find anything inviting in this man.

“Don't tell me you did it. They must be troubling him now.”

“Hyung, my intention to bring him here was to disclose this before his parents and watch them crumble down on floor. Breaking their pride.  Yet I couldn't. My heart wouldn't be comforted that way.” Jimin sighed in ease, turning around to see Namjoon with same expression.

“That was sensible of you, hyung.” he turned back to his chariot. “You are coming?” Taehyung shook his head and waved them to leave him alone, he rode away to his office.

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“Seokjin-ah, everything felt like thorn when Taehyung dropped you here and turned his back on our home and our offer. He didn't even look at you properly.” Mrs Kim held his forearm and twirled him who looked at them tiredly.

“Did you do something?” she eyed him and jerked his hand as seokjin just stood in his body.

“Son what's the matter?” his father tried to stay calm over his on the verge of frenzy wife.

“Your silence shall force me to give you tears, tell us.” her eyes glistened in worry. He tried to wriggle out of hold and walk to his room when her mom clutched his scarf's end from behind and halted him. “Tell me or leave this house!” he stopped and turned around with most broken eyes.

“Are you not happy seeing me after months? Don't you adore me, maa?” he tilted his head in disbelief, his lips quivering.

“Son, you should've gotten the most motherly welcome. I would've never left your hand till you leave for the married home back only if the face of your husband didn't scream despair!” she glared over her son who sealed his lips and turned his head on either side.

“Look at him!” she exclaimed, staring at her husband, “Hiding his eyes. Did I teach you to come home with the stained conscience? I have taught you to be forgiving even when the blame is for the opposite. You mustn't start the fight or hurt someone purposefully, if did then ask for forgiveness and maintain peace. It is not that I married you to any wrongdoer or such sort but the most kind, humble lovely man who would always be sensible and respectful to wife.

Son, don't be so hard on your smooth life. You are given to good house so you don't have to see poverty, verbal, domestic abuse your once mentally unstable father did. It took years to get out of shabby and live a normal life. Son, Taehyung looked hurt, disappointed in you yet kept his utter calm. Did he strike you when  enlighten of what wrong you did? I bet he didn't but you ungrateful lad, kicked away the comfort, the arms of a gentleman and came to this rickety home. Did you hurt him?” Her chest heaved, Mr Kim came in between and cupped her shoulders, taking her to the couch, away from Seokjin would was keeping alot things inside.

Seokjin gulped down every words with closed eyes and heavy breaths. He murmered something.

“What is your son saying?” Mrs scowled at Seokjin when she wouldn't get answer from her son. “Say it clear.”

“I can't get pregnant!” he cried, opening his red eyes and stared at his who was stunned. Seokjin's chest heaved and racked the fingers in his hairs.

Mrs Kim shakily took her steps to him. “Did he throw you out? Don't tell me his love is not the same anymore?” Her voice broke in disbelief.

“I can't say that now. Mother, I can't break the dreams of his family.” he wailed, his angry eyes turning soft.

“Did he drop you here for that? Seokjin did he speak of divorce-” she gulped in fret, a tear leaving. “Did he say about that?”

“No” Seokjin shook his head, his hairs ruffling messily. “Mother why did you have to marry me in such a big family? They are so far above me, so much that their eyes can't look at me, even when I am hurt deeply, they all cry over the scratch I gave.” he wept holding his mother. His shoulders shaking.

“Did they hurt you? Taehyung doesn't care for you, love you?” his mother patted his hairs, trying to calm him down.

“He would bask me in love but I hurt him in the end, mother. He won't show but I have hurt him deeply and his love too. I am so hateful.” he cried in his palm more louder. 

“Who said he won't show? His face said it all, misery spoke through his eyes, Seokjin. Did he see too many dreams of getting a child?”

“Yes he saw merry dreams of our children. Mother, I love him and the more you would speak of him the more I'll fall in guilt. Let me go to my room and be left alone.” he sniffed and picked up his bag from father who sighed and turned around, unable to see his son who's first glimpse after months reflected broken when he dreamt it shall be glowing.

“Did you hear it? Taehyung shouldn't love less my son. Our son is kind and spreads love, he shouldn't deserve any hurt for something that isn't in his control.” Mrs dropped down on chair.

Mr Kim turned around and shook his head. “Taehyung is a kind man. He is sensible, thoughtful though this rich people think of heir as necessity but our son-in-law isn't one to decay their relation for something that doesn't get our seokjin in fault. He loves our son.  Didn't you see Taehyung being already in love when he saw our son for the very first time? He had rejected number of maidens to marry Seokjin. He won't leave him here and forget our roads.” Mr Kim spat the cigar when the distress for his son rose, deepening the worries.

“He is our only son. I swore to never see tears in his eyes. I took care of him gingerly but couldn't even once take him to any midwives who could tell in one touch if someone can bare a child or not. Oh! Why did I turn careless in his health.”

“No darling it's not your fault. You did best. It's not even our Seokjin's fault.”

“We can't blame Taehyung for abandoning our son. He must be having dreams for his own children. What would he think of us? His mother would say we thrusted our useless son upon them.” Mrs Kim spoke, shedding tears. “I must go and comfort Seokjin, his turmoil wouldn't let him sleep.”

“Let him be alone, love. Let us not make him remember his flaw by pitying him. He shall live here peacefully.”

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Present.

“Mr Jeon I thought you turned down my offer.” Namjoon smirked as he saw painter walking to his table and taking seat across him.

Jeon smiled back looking at his waist clock, he was forty five minutes late. “I apologize for being late. Besides I  couldn't reject when I got offer from such an important person.” Older man pushed him a glass of beer through back of his palm, Jeon slightly bowed and accepted the drink.

“I am humbled.” Namjoon spoke but his eyes somewhere else. Jungkook followed the gaze and saw a young wench eyeing the older in undemure way. Namjoon smirked and turned his eyes back to painter.

“You aren't drinking Jeon Jungkook.” he gazed at the glass then the subtly wincing painter. Jungkook feared if anything is mixed in his drink by this fierce looking man.

“I am hesitant on my tolerance.” reasoned Jeon.

“Man must drink and state truth. It is said that they emit the most deepest secrets when sloshed. I am waiting for your mouth to open.” Namjoon cackled.

Jungkook chuckled as well. “I have heard that big man have interesting things left in secret caskets. Big man here is Namjoon sir so let us start from you.” Namjoon raised a brow that somehow sent chills down Jeon's spine. “You would never find my casket Jeon. Drink this, you know it has a magic. The most pretty waitress here has made this drink.”

“Do you fancy her? She had her inviting eyes on you.”

“Hideous. I don't fancy any lady. Curves on male are more enticing.” he licked his lips. He turned his eyes back to her and waved who was probably by now predicting this handsome with her in bed. 

“Do you fancy anyone Jungkook?”

“I do.” he sipped the drink or should say pretended to, Namjoon looked at him accepted the drink and smiled. 

“Really you do? Is it Jimin?” Namjoon amusingly asked.

“He's just my student, sir. I shall never look at him that way. What made you say that?”

“Lately you both have been spending a lot time together. Ah don't say a teacher always spends time with student. It isn't such way but you both are always confining into each other.”

He surely has his sharp sight on people that revolve around Kim Mansion, even trifle things.

“I apologize if I said much. If not Jimin then who do you fancy?”

“Pretty males. But married one are more enticing.” Jeon raised his eyes from glass near his mouth and fixed it upon Namjoon who schooled himself to be cool but was taken aback.

“You prefer already tasted one?” he chuckled in surprise.

“I prefer to wreck the one who is living peaceful marital life.” Jungkook shrugged.

“Painter really has surreal yet interesting fixation. I am impressed.  You looked far more innocent than now. Indeed you can't say based on looks.”

“Likewise Mr Namjoon.”

“Likewise? What did I do to make impression very different from looks?” He leaned, totally finding this conversation worth participating.

“You work in the morning so hard. I appreciate it and respect you but at  night you lurk in the dark, your claws itching to clutch someone.” He mirrored the man before him and leaned forward too. Drinks were long forgotten, fuzz dying down. Candles around the tavern were blew off except near their table for only they two were left. The time reckoned to spend with Namjoon turned longer than Jeon bargained.

In the partial darkness, Namjoon's eyes changed phase—fierce and dark against the Jeon's boldness.

“Clutch who, Mr Jeon?” his voice rumbled.

“Someone in innocent but distressed.” he broke his face into small smile when he saw the fake mask of Namjoon melting down and real hideous glowed.

“You believe, you know me well, but I am more hollow than that. You are being bold here but for naught. Come back and serve on table when everything is clear and based.” He stood up, throwing the penny on table, fixing his coat.

“Shall we go Jeon.” Jungkook gulped as Namjoon drew his hand. He hesitated but curled his finger around and stood, walking out.

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The blackness was much thicker, but lonely lamps on streets helped Jeon to stay alert around this man. The air howled, twirling around him with the faint neighs of horses and wolves—as if they were whispering warnings.

“I don't what unknown sorcery is this but the one who stays beside me gets hurt alot. Sometimes gravely.” broke the silence by deep voice of Namjoon who fearlessly walked the foggy road, brave to what shall face him further.

Jungkook chose to maintain distance between them, walking way back and he quickly picked up a heavy stone, stuffing inside his pocket. “Is this any warning?” he halted.

Namjoon turned around and titled his head, for a second Jungkook thought of immense handsomeness of this man more than the suspicious lying inside him. This man indeed possesses sorcery.

“It's not a warning.” he turned around and sauntered to Jungkook who was frozen near the side of road. He wanted to run away or use the rock with him but the movement in him blew away like paper in storm. He leaned back a little.

“I said, staying beside me hurts the one but being close to me shall make you fortune.” Jungkook gulped. Looking away with disgust.

“This road is very familiar isn't it Mr Kim?” Jungkook blinked at sudden and asked. Mr Kim furrowed his brows but nodded anyway.

“Indeed I take this road always.”

“No Mr Kim Namjoon this road is familiar for us.”

“Speak it clear.” Namjoon gritted his teeth, as the conversation with this man was worth participating but the anticipation was unexpected.

“I was here for nothing, you were here to clutch someone. Here among these woods, I was lurking and you saw me, asking me if I saw someone dressed in white. You were surreal that night, the mask on your face spoke of some evil. Are you evil? Did you find that person?” Jungkook knew it is really a wrong time to open more as the earlier conversation in tavern had kept many hints in pieces yet disclosed. He saw the hint of wicked in this man, and to his worry this man is far more buff than him. He knows that this man knows how to stir trouble and get away with unstained image for he is powerful and shall vanish people by his this calm meek personality. These lonely road can be perfect place for Namjoon to sort out the hindrance and bury them somewhere. 

“Aah! I knew you were familiar!” exclaimed Namjoon his fake merry smile, deepening his dimples that cringed Jungkook. “That's it! I was in great confusion when I saw you, this innocent face of yours was so much familiar. It was you.” last sentence was a grit with hoarse voice.

“Tell me who you were finding?”

“Find it by yourself Detective Jeon. You presented so many pieces, mend it and serve on table but clear. I don't spare people wasting my time.”

Jungkook stepped closer and removed the stone from pocket in front of Kim Namjoon, throwing it on the road, “I won't waste any of your time sir. I will serve it on the table, all clear as you asked for. I will serve it to you but at the place where your casket of secret lies.” he smiled challengingly, raising his chin to meet the eyes of taller's dark one.

Namjoon smiled amusingly at the eyes given. Usually people are intimidated by him. “I will be waiting for you with a very precious gift. And regarding whatever I told that you mistook as warnings— they are indeed the one, the grave ones.” He watched Namjoon giving him one sharp look and walking into the woods.

As that scary man vanished out of sight, Jungkook clawed his chest and breathed loudly, his straight posture withering. To be honest whatever he boldly kept before the blunt buff man was nothing out of strength just he wanted to test waters and try bring out secret behind curtains. His mental strength helped him to stay firm and try mask off the physical shudder for Namjoon who looks like he could beat off any man.

As he turned his head from left and right, he found no source of human, just lonely road between woods. There was no chance of any lift so he walked his way.

As the road further leads he noticed, woods got less darker and dense, more of flower plants were seen. A sigh of relief came when woods were less in sight, creating probability of no wolves around here.

He curled his hands around himself trudged lazily, not any hurry to go back to mansion where old misery screams still haunts the walls. Not that he witnessed the fateful event the broke Taehyung and his gray eyes,  Jimin's gentle tears says it all, shows him all. Say it mentally but he could hear the distressing cries of beauty who was found between the bitter turmoils out of sudden from his fairytale marriage life.

After all, it was Namjoon who lurked in dark. No wonder his brow raising habit caught my attention the most, he always looked familiar. He was searching for beauty in white that has been lost to some town fortunately unknown to this evil man but seeing him today, made me realized how of infernal he hides within. No, Taehyung mustn't trust him blindly. No beauty in white mustn't get caught by him.

He walked in hurry when he heard faint neigh of horse. He leaned forward when he saw a beautiful small corner covered blooms and thin stream flowing beside. He saw a black stallion tied to the tree, the collar around horse, the engrave of gold plate around was familiar, he walked closer and squinted his eyes.

Kim Taehyung.

Ahh! It's Taehyung sir's, that means he must here somewhere. No wonder this place looked more familiar to the Seokjin's personality said. This must be the secret place Jimin talked about of this gone married couple

How did I unknowingly stumbled upon such divine place. The moon is seen clear, reflecting upon the shiny waters. Sweet scent of flowers wafting in air.

This place is very opposite to what Jungkook had been walking for two hours aimlessly. He quickly his behind bush when he saw Taehyung. Very different stoic darn good looking posture he had seen in this stud man. He looked hopeless here, his hairs swinging before his eyes, his head hung low. His hands resting on angled knees, one hand free while other tiredly holding alcohol bottle.

His hairs blew from his face as soft breeze danced around his face. “Seokjin is that you?” he raised his head and spoke in mellow voice. very different from his deep voice single word statements.

His chiseled face broke into faint smile. “Did you touch my hair?” he stared at the winds that were invisible and long gone, replacing with chilled stillness.

“You loved playing with my hairs, don't you? Remember.” He chuckled.

“How are you doing, hm?— well I am doing fine, locking myself in, denying the office that exhausted me and once made you lonely. I love doing work but don't have heart to step out in the sun and meet the reality that you aren't with me.”

“Do you miss me?

Because honey, I miss you madly.” he sniffed.

“I have made mess of me, you see this stubbles around my face that you used to help me shave, this eyes that has lost light because you wouldn't smile at me anymore. I defy looking at mirror, I loathe myself.” he lowered his head as he gulped a cry.

“Can't y-you just comeback?” his voice broke.  “Why don't you abandon your  peace for a moment and look at your  dying husband? I am ready to accept you, I won't ask you anymore. No I won't stop you if you want to cheat on me. Hit me, ruin me hate me. Just stay beside me, Jin-ah. It hurts without you.” he finally broke into large tears, bowing his head, laying it to the grass below, his broad shoulders slumped and shivering as he gently yet dismally wept.

Jungkook felt an urge to walk to him and comfort him or should he just hide behind greens? He felt his hands itch to run to him and say all about suspicious talks he did with the brother of this misery man.

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Jungkook came into mansion, panting. His face distorted in tiredness and lack of stamina. Jimin brought him a glass of water, that he chugged down.

“Jimin..” he panted. “We won't sleep tonight. Tell me all from where you stopped till the death of Kim Seokjin.” 

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