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Jungkook whimpered to himself, his hands holding stacks of papers which looked like they were about to spill over, along with a coffee in one hand. He was walking fast towards the Boss' office, the one he had to deliver these to. He was actually supposed to be there 10 minutes ago, but the papers took so long to print!

Suddenly, someone slapped two folders onto his stack of papers. "Give these to him too."

"B-but- I can't hold it-" Jungkook tried, but the woman who gave it to him just walked off. Jungkook groaned lightly, and then realised he should walk faster, and did so, but then bumped into someone.

All the papers fell, and Jungkook cried out, but then his hand jerked and the coffee on his hand spilled onto a white shirt clad on a firm chest.

Jungkook looked up hesitantly, and gasped when he saw the CEO of the company. "M-Mr. Tang- I-I-I'm sorry-" Jungkook squeaked out, realising he just spilled coffee on the shirt of the man who owns this building. The shirt probably costed more than him!

Jungkook didn't see the expression on his face, but it was probably one angered with dark eyes. He expected yelling like he gets from other people working at this firm, and cowered his head, picking up the papers hastily, placing the cup on the floor.

"Jungkook, is it?" The man said, voice deep, like one Jungkook remembered from some time ago.

Jungkook nodded, still looking down. He expected scolding, and almost flinched, but then heard a warm laugh. "Come into my office, Jungkook."

Jungkook looked up, seeing the man with a small smile on his face. Jungkook nodded hastily, and then followed him towards his office, holding the stack of papers. The older man paused to look at Jungkook, and then took the stack of papers and folders from his hand, holding it himself.

"N-no! Sir- it's okay-" Jungkook tried, and Chris smiled. "You look tired, Jungkook. Don't worry about it." Chris said, and Jungkook nodded, and then followed him inside his office.

Jungkook looked around the big room, and then saw Chris put the papers down to the side, and look at Jungkook. Jungkook gulped. "I'm sorry about your shirt Mr. Tang.. p-please don't fire me." Jungkook squeaked, and Chris looked down at his shirt and sighed.

"It was an expensive shirt, y'know." Chris said, small smirk on his lips. Jungkook looked up, full of guilt, and then grabbed some tissues from a tissue box on his desk.

Jungkook rushed over to Chris, and then reached his hand out. "Tissues." Jungkook said, and Chris hummed, leaning against his desk.

"Now now, you spilled the coffee on me, had me carry your things, and want me to clean my expensive shirt myself too?" Chris said jokingly, and Jungkook's eyes widened.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't-" Jungkook started, and then got a little closer to the older man, and began gently pressing the tissue to his shirt where the stain was.

Chris looked down at him, and Jungkook felt his cheeks turn a little red by just his eyes on him. Jungkook began pressing the tissue a little, and then looked up slowly.

"How old are you?" Chris asked softly, and Jungkook gulped. "..22, sir." Jungkook said quickly.

"Really?" Chris asked, and Jungkook paled, clearing his throat.

"No.. I'm 18." Jungkook mumbled, and Chris tsked, laughed a little.

"One of the college interns?"

Jungkook shook his head. "D-don't go to college, sir."

"Where're you from, Jungkook?" Chris asked softly, and Jungkook felt this comfort in his voice, and put his hand down a little. "Korea. I moved here recently."

Chris smiled a little. "Ah, me too. Don't know New York that well, do you?" Chris asked, and Jungkook shook his head.

"No sir." Jungkook said, and took a small step back. But Chris grabbed his wrist, and Jungkook looked up at him with big doll-like eyes.

"I can show you around. Familiarise you with the place. Plus, I'd say you owe me one, don't you?" Chris said with a grin, and Jungkook blinked, and then blushed a little.

"I-I do.." Jungkook squeaked, and then giggled a little when Chris smiled at his response. "Good. I'd like to see you more then, is that fine Jungkook?"

Jungkook nodded, feeling a warm redness on his cheeks, a little flutter in his tummy. "Yes sir."

"You can call me Chris," Chris said, and Jungkook bit his lip, nodding shyly again. "Yes sir- I-I mean-"

Chris laughed fondly, and Jungkook blushed again, his heart for the first time in a long, long time feeling a little light and warm. "See you, then."

Jungkook nodded, turning around and heading for the door. He gave Chris a small smile, and then walked out, giggling to himself like a little school girl.

Weeks later when he moved in with him after going on several dates, it felt like he was going too fast, but he was happy. And he hadn't been happy for so long.

And sure, a familiar gray haired tan skinned leather jacket wearing boy kept appearing in his head every day, but he ignored it for the older man in front of him, ready to give him his all.

Give him his all.

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Jungkook woke up in an instant, eyes blinking at the light pouring from outside. He heard familiar laughter from near him, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He saw Taehyung and Jimin standing by the kitchen, coffee mugs in their hand, both talking.

"And you guys are together?" Jungkook heard Jimin say.

"Nah, we're just hooking up." Taehyung replied, and Jungkook blinked a couple times in his sleepy confused state.

"Hooking up with an ex? Jeez, you're brave as fuck for that." Jimin snickered, and Jungkook got up, padding his feet over to him.

"What?" He asked softly, and Jimin and Taehyung snapped their heads to face him.

Taehyung's eyes widened a bit.

"Nothing! Um- nothing. Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook nodded.

"What is Jimin talking about-"

"You want some coffee, Kook?" Jimin asked, walking into the kitchen. Jungkook tugged on his bottom lip. "Could I have hot chocolate..?" Jungkook trailed shyly, and Jimin smiled.

"Of course you can." Jimin said, and Jungkook smiled in return and then turned to face Taehyung.

"Good morning." Jungkook said, and Taehyung leaned down, booping Jungkook's nose. "Good morning, baby."

"Baby?" A voice asked, and Taehyung cleared his throat. Jungkook gulped a little as well, seeing Yoongi walk in, clearly hearing what Taehyung said.

"Nothing." Both said quickly, and Yoongi hummed, eyeing Taehyung suspiciously.

"By the way, Kooks, your phone kept ringing all night. Someone named Holiday or something.." Jimin trailed, and Jungkook's eyes widened, and he turned to rush over to the sofa and grab his phone.

14 missed calls. Fuck.

Jungkook called Holiday, and the phone rung a couple of times, and then it picked up. "Hey-"

"Jungkook what's wrong with you?? Where the hell did you go?!" Holiday snapped from the other line, and Jungkook sat down on the couch.

"Someplace else. I was mad at Chris." Jungkook said, and Holiday scoffed. "Well, I know that must be bad, but you can't just run out at a time like that, Jungkook! Chris is fine.. but I don't think he's very happy."

Jungkook gulped, picking at his nails. "I-I don't wanna see him." Jungkook said, trying to keep strong.

"You have to. I don't want to meddle in with your relationship, Jungkook, but I've worked for that man for 6 years. I know he's not the nicest, but the least he deserves is a mature response from you." Holiday said, and Jungkook groaned because he knew she was right.

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll call him. Bye." Jungkook mumbled, and then cut the call before she could say anything which made him feel more guilty.

Jungkook took his phone and hovered over the contact in his favourites named 'Daddy<3' which he should probably change, but before he could click on it, Taehyung placed his hand over his phone.

"You're not calling him," Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked up. "Taehyung-"

"Jungkook, listen to me. What you two need is space. Wait things out, talk to him later. What you need is space. To be alone. With people you know and trust." Taehyung said gently, and Jungkook's breath hitched.

"B-but-"

"Everything okay?" Jimin asked, and both nodded, and then Taehyung looked at Jungkook. "Let's talk outside." Taehyung said, and Jungkook got up and nodded, and then followed him outside the apartment, until they were in the hallway outside.

"Taehyung, I understand what you're saying, but-" Jungkook started, but before he could finish, Taehyung grabbed him close and pressed their lips together.

Jungkook stilled for a couple of seconds, letting Taehyung kiss him, and then Taehyung pulled away, looking at him closely. "I'm sorry.. just haven't kissed you for so long."

"You kissed me last night." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung smirked. "I know. That's too long-"

Taehyung began kissing Jungkook again, and Jungkook let his hands grip his collar, kissing him back, lips moving like heaven on earth- but then Jungkook pulled away.

"Taehyung I-I can't-" Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung pressed their lips together again, and Jungkook placed his hands on Taehyung's chest, but suddenly, Taehyung pulled away, stepping back.

"Sorry. You said no- I should stop. Sorry."

Taehyung said, looking a little embarrassed, and Jungkook sighed, because Taehyung was being way too perfect for him to not kiss.

"I can't kiss you." Jungkook said, and Taehyung stepped closer. "Why not? Taehyung asked, and then let his hands place themselves on Jungkook's hips. "Don't let that old man-"

"We're still together, Taehyung. And despite him being the worst guy ever- I was still with him for 3 years. Longer than I ever knew you."

Taehyung paused, and then let his hands drop, looking to the side. "You can do so much better-"

"I know that. But you need to let me go see him. I'll be fine," Jungkook said, and then stepped close to Taehyung, cupping the sides of his neck and kissing his cheek softly.

"Promise me you won't stay with him." Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked at him, their eyes looking right into each other's.

"I need to go." Jungkook let out, and Taehyung frowned a little. "Jungkook, answer me." Taehyung insisted, and Jungkook gulped, grabbing the door handle.

"I need to go-"

"Kook, why won't you listen to me? He's not good for you, you can talk to him, but not stay with him! I'm trying to help you, baby-"

"I don't need your help, Taehyung. I didn't ask you to kiss me!" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but all that left was a scoff.

"Right. Okay, whatever, you can go ahead." Taehyung mumbled, and Jungkook cursed under his breath for saying that. "Do what you think is best."

"Tae.." Jungkook trailed, and Taehyung opened the door, stepping inside the house.

Taehyung looked at him sharply, eyes dark. "Just know that we're leaving for Korea in 5 days."

Jungkook gulped, rubbing his arm with his hand, nodding. 5 days. He has 5 days.

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Jungkook opened the door of the house, a fear building in his chest. He feared his thoughts which assumed what was going to happen when he saw the older man. And that itself was a red flag. He shouldn't feel scared entering his own home, or the home of someone he loves.

He stepped inside, shaking off the snow from Jin's coat that he was wearing. The house was completely silent, and as he took his shoes off and walked through the foyer and into the living room, he saw a half empty bottle of whiskey lying on the table.

Jungkook walked across the living room towards the stairs, and then heard a faint footstep. Jungkook looked up, eyes growing wide, when he saw the older men. Still dressed in the clothes he was wearing last night at the party. A messy white shirt which had a stain of blood on it.

God, the guilt. The fear. It all wrapped up, accompanied by his anxiety. This was terrible.

"C-Chris.." Jungkook trailed, and he knew, he knew he had his phone in his back pocket with Taehyung's number on speed dial. And upon seeing the darkness in Chris' eyes, and the way he walked down the stairs slowly, looking at Jungkook,he knew he would need it.

"P-p-please- just- just listen-" Jungkook started, feeling a lump rising in his stomach and Chris walked closer to him. "I-I just- I-I w-want to talk, please-" Jungkook stammered, and then Chris stopped, stood right in front of him, eyes showing nothing. Nothing Jungkook could trace.

There was a silence, and Jungkook could hear his heart thudding against his chest. "C-Chris-" Jungkook tried softly, but then he felt a harsh slap across his face.

Jungkook stumbled to the side, hand going up to clutch his face. Jungkook looked up in terror, and then saw the red in Chris' eyes. "Stupid, dumb, you stupid dumb whore who I wasted my precious time on," Chris growled, and Jungkook gasped in fear when Chris grabbed him again, and then threw him to the floor.

"Chris- stop!" Jungkook tried, and then Chris lifted him up from the ground, slamming him against the wall. Jungkook cried out in pain, looking at Chris in disbelief.

"Stop it! P-please- do-don't hurt me- I just- I just w-wanted to-" Jungkook started, but then Chris wrapped his hand around his neck.

Jungkook gripped onto his hand, trying to pry it off, but it began choking him, and Jungkook gasped out in breath, tears rushing to his eyes. "C-Chris-" Jungkook barely choked out, and felt suffocation burning through his body.

Until he finally saw Chris' eyes, and saw how they gleamed with.. tears? And how his breath so obviously reeked of alcohol. "Pathetic. Without me, you'd be dead. You can't leave me, Jungkook. Don't act so fucking smart-" Chris yelled, and then stopped choking Jungkook, dropping him to the floor.

Jungkook coughed, and then felt tears rushing down his face, sobs leaving his lips. "Chris- p-please- you're drunk- let me g-go-"

Chris crouched down to the floor, in front of him. "Did you always love him?"

Jungkook felt his entire body shaking in fear, and he shook his head instantly. "No- n-"

"Liar!" Chris yelled, and then instantly gripped the waistband of Jungkook's pants. "You never loved me- you only wanted my money, didn't you? Pathetic poor slut- you'd be nothing if it weren't for me-"

"Chris-" Jungkook started, and then his eyes turned wide when Chris pulled his pants down. "No! No no- p-please! Stop! Please!" Jungkook screamed, and then Chris gripped his waist, pulling him up and pressing their lips together.

Jungkook shook his head, and then felt a hard slap to the thigh. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be my bitch forever, do you hear that? Won't let you leave this fucking house, Jungkook, you're not going any fucking where-"

"No-" Jungkook let out, pulling away, trying to kick him away. "No Chris- h-hear yourself! Please! Y-you're drunk!" Jungkook cried, and then felt Chris slam his hips into his, grinding against his panties.

Chris cackled. "You'll never even think of leaving me after this. Not after I'm done with you. You're mine. Mine!" Chris yelled, and Jungkook began crying there, trying to push him off, but he wouldn't budge.

Chris wrapped his fingers around his panties, and was about to pull them off, when-

He was suddenly pulled off Jungkook, and then punched hard across the face. "You are so fucking dead-" A deep voice growled, and Jungkook got up to his knees, his stomach easing at the sight of Taehyung, a gasp of relief leaving his mouth.

He dialled his number the moment he saw Chris.

Taehyung grabbed Chris and punched him in the face three times, and then punched him in the stomach six times, and then in his anger, grabbed his head and smashed it against the wall.

"What the fuck did I tell you the first time?!" Taehyung shouted, and Chris looked at him in his own anger, lurching forward and pushing Taehyung off.

"You don't fucking know him, you don't know anything. I have lawyers who'll put you and him in jail for years-" Chris growled, and Taehyung laughed.

"Lawyers? Dude, come on." Taehyung snickered, and then took out a gun from his back pocket. "I'm sure those lawyers would love listening to a dead body." Taehyung smirked, holding the gun against the side of his neck.

Chris looked visibly fearful, and Jungkook began crying, seeing the situation in front of him. "T-Taehyung- stop-" Jungkook said faintly, and Taehyung kept yelling curses at Chris, and Jungkook lost it. "Stop!" He shouted, and Taehyung and Chris both looked at him.

Jungkook got up, tears in his eyes, blood leaking from his lip, and dressed only in his thick sweater and panties. "D-don't kill him." Jungkook stammered, and Taehyung frowned.

Chris' chest was heaving, and it seemed like he was actually leaving his intoxicated self, coming back into sober senses. "Jungkook.."

"Shut the fuck up or I'll make him blow your brains out-" Jungkook growled, and Chris shut up, and Taehyung looked, eyes growing a bit wide at Jungkook's words.

"You ruined my life, you monster! I actually loved you! How dare you say I never loved you, of course I did! You never loved me, you only loved my body, you only loved me when I said 'yes daddy' and ate three leaves a day! You only loved me when I was nothing but your little helpless fiancee!" Jungkook shouted, tears running down his eyes.

Chris gulped, looking annoyed with himself, and with the scene at hand. "You know what? Yeah, maybe I didn't love you as much as I loved him. Maybe it's because you never came close to how well he treated me. And maybe I was poor, Chris, but at least he knew how to love me." Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung gulped a bit, looking at Jungkook with a somber look.

"You've got so many fucking problems of your own, no wonder you've never had a proper relationship before me. I'm clearly too young for you, and you're too old for me. You- y-you need fucking therapy if you think you can abuse your partner and get away with it. I know your father was the same with your mother, but haven't you learned??" Jungkook exasperated, and then took a deep breath.

"Jungkook-"

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up. Now here's what's what. I'm leaving you. Don't contact me, don't even try to reach out to me. Or he'll you." Jungkook said, pointing at Taehyung. "If you try anything as close as telling the police or any lawyers, he'll kill you." Jungkook said, and Taehyung just nodded, grinning lightly.

"I. Fucking. Hate. You. I never want to see your face ever again. You hit me. And hit me. And tried to-to rape me, knowing damn fucking well what happened to me 3 years ago!" Jungkook screamed, and then let it die down, breathing heavily.

"This is over. We are over. I'm not who you think I am, and I never was. You might think you know me, but I've killed men with my bare fucking hands, so don't ever try to hit me or anyone ever again, Chris." Jungkook growled.

Chris just blinked, looking almost terrified of Jungkook, who was boiling. Jungkook seemed to have forgotten he was just in panties, and then grabbed Taehyung, and walked towards the door, grabbing his coat. "I'm leaving to Korea. I hope I never see you again." Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung grinned.

"Or I'll kill you." Taehyung added, and then waved at Chris, who still stood there shocked.

Jungkook wrapped the coat tightly, buttoning it up, and then walked out. But before he could, Jungkook heard a sound. "Wait."

Jungkook stopped, and then turned his head. "Nah, you don't get to tell him what to do. Fuck off." Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook looked at Chris, who was standing at the doorway, bleeding, looking almost a bit broken. As he should.

"I'm sorry."

Jungkook snickered. "It's too late for that." Jungkook said, and then turned back around and walked down the steps of his house, and away from there forever. And all him and Taehyung could do was smile about it.

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this chapter could've been better im sorry