Dear Kooksie,

It's been.. years. 3 whole years, a few days more. I don't know where you are. I don't know who you're with. I mailed these to Yoongi hoping he'd know where you were. So I don't know if you'll read this or not, but I hope you do.

The last 3 years have been treacherous. I could've made the mafia your father started something so much more, but the timing wasn't right. Jin always told me everything happened for a reason, yet now I'm starting to lose belief in that statement.

I haven't talked to Jin in months. I don't know where he is either. Last I met him, he told me he loved me but I don't know if he did. I'm telling you all this because I need you to know.

Somehow, with losing everyone I love, losing you has been the hardest. Perhaps because I know all I did was hurt you as a child. You tried to run away. Fell for the wrong people. Got hurt. All because of me. You were right. Right to say it was all my fault. It was.

I didn't realise how much I missed your tiny feet padding into our work place and tugging on our shirts and whining softly because your 'tummy hurt' until it was too late. I just wish I didn't force you to stay like that forever. I wish we taught you how to get rid of that tummy hurt yourself, but we never did.

And I'm sorry. I can understand how hard things must be with you. It's been years now, so I assume you know. The whole situation with your father and Taehyung must have been harrowing. Especially since I could tell you were quite in love with Taehyung, yet he lied to-

"Jungkook?"

Jungkook turned to the door, his eyes teary and wide. Jungkook saw Chris standing at the door of their bedroom, and quickly stuffed the letter into the drawer- along with the other letter he'd kept hidden.

"Why're you up so late? It's almost 2 am," Chris said, and Jungkook stood up, nodding.

"I-I- um- I didn't realise. S-sorry. How was your party?" Jungkook asked, walking over to the bed and sitting down, grabbing the blanket.

"It was fine.. baby-  why're you crying?" Chris asked, and Jungkook shook his head, looking down.

"N-nothing! I just- I-I was- um- watching this-this sad movie earlier. So-" Jungkook started, and Chris snickered, walking over to the closet, taking out clothes to wear to sleep.

"Of course you were. You're too emotional, princess. You can't get through life with being so emotional." Chris said, and Jungkook got into the bed, pulling the blanket atop him.

"I-I guess." Jungkook stammered, but his mind was too cluttered by the letter he read.

Namjoon was.. alone. In a prison. And he thought Jungkook hated him? Jungkook had to finish reading that letter tomorrow. Something about.. his father and Taehyung?

Jungkook felt the mattress dip beside him, and then felt an arm snake around his waist, pulling him closer in. Jungkook was wearing shorts and Chris' t-shirt, and then felt Chris pulling his t-shirt up, revealing his skin.

"Daddy," Jungkook let out softly- because he wasn't really in the mood to do anything right now. They already had a round earlier, and it left Jungkook kind of tired and kind of sore.

"Shush, kitten. You know daddy likes it when you're all naked." Chris whispered, and Jungkook felt his shirt being pulled over his head and chucked to the side.

Jungkook shivered a bit, the blanket on them being thin to the strong AC air. "I-It's cold.." Jungkook squeaked, feeling his shorts being pulled down. Chris kissed his bare shoulder, wrapped two fingers around his cotton panties and tugged them down his thighs and legs, pulling them off.

Jungkook, now fully naked, felt cold shivers run down his spine, and moved closer to Chris, feeling his larger hand fit between his thighs, massaging at the skin there.

"So pretty, my princess. Such a good girl for daddy." Chris whispered into his ear, and Jungkook didn't respond, just felt Chris wrap his arms around his waist, one on his ass. "Is she sleepy?"

Jungkook hummed softly, and felt Chris' lips press to his forehead, eyes closed. He knew Chris did that sometimes- refer to him as she. It was a turn on for him, he's guessing. He understands it, but he couldn't help but feel it make him uncomfortable. It reminded him of when his brother used to torment him when he was younger. Forcefully feminizing him just to make him feel lesser than he already felt like.

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The next day Jungkook woke up sick.

Chris was getting dressed for work- and Jungkook just hopes Chris doesn't get mad at him for being sick. He was just so cold last night.

Jungkook placed his hand on the arm of the pan and winced, the metal hot against his skin. The toaster button dinged and the bread popped out, flying into the air and hitting the ground. Jungkook groaned- and then placed his hand on the counter and accidentally knocked over a juice carton.

"Dammit!" Jungkook squeaked to himself, trying to clean everything up before Chris got here. Jungkook knows he doesn't like a mess. Jungkook took some tissues to clean up the juice on the floor, and then heard a sigh.

"For fuck's sake, Jungkook. Can't you just make me breakfast one morning without screwing up?" Chris snapped, and Jungkook sniffled, the heaviness in his body making him feel delirious.

"S-sorry." Jungkook let out, voice sounding clogged up. Jungkook picked the toast up and threw it into the trash, along with the tissues, and then turned to see Chris.

"I-I'm sorry- I just- t-the toaster, it-it popped-" Jungkook started, but then Chris walked up to him.

"Oh no- are you sick?" Chris asked, and Jungkook sniffled. He nodded, looking up at Chris. Chris put his hand to his forehead, and tsked. "You're burning. God- you shouldn't have gotten up if you were this sick, baby." Chris said softly, and Jungkook looked down.

"S-sorry. I j-just wanted to make you breakfast." Jungkook said, and then Chris sighed- leaning down and picking Jungkook up like always- turning the stove off and carrying him outside the kitchen. Jungkook wrapped his arms and legs around him.

"Poor lamb- you look really unwell. I think something is going around- 'cause Holiday's taken a sick leave too." Chris said, and then walked towards the door, Jungkook laying his head on his shoulder.

"Daddy don't go," Jungkook squeaked, and Chris sighed.

"You know I have to, princess. But I'll come if I'm free or you're feeling really bad, okay?" Chris said softly, and Jungkook sniffled, nodding.

"W-what about your breakfast-"

"I'll get food on the way to work. You go sleep this cold off, okay? I'll ask one of the maids to get you some medicine. Now c'mon, let daddy go to work." Chris said, and then let Jungkook down.

Jungkook was much shorter than him as Chris was 6 feet tall, and nodded. "Okay. Bye bye." Jungkook said, waving his small hand at the man. He leaned down and pressed their lips together only shortly- and then walked out, giving Jungkook a small smile.

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Taehyung's first two hours at a proper job and he wants to quit already.

The guy sitting beside him would not stop talking. Jesus fucking Christ.

"-so then, I was like- okay, but do y'all take cash? She's like, 'sir this is the Apple store', like girl does it look like I give a fuck? Bitch I got all this cash from all my sugar daddies-"

"Sugar daddies?" Taehyung asked, and the guy, Devan or Evan or something, scoffed.

"Yes, Victor. Sugar Daddies. As in older rich men that buy you stuff. And in exchange you have sex with them or whatever." Devan/Evan said, and Taehyung hummed, looking back at his laptop.

"Interesting." Taehyung said, and then continued typing into the graphs or whatever.

"Fuck yeah it is. Do you even know what you're doing? You've been typing random shit into that grab for like, thirty minutes."

Taehyung turned to the annoying boy sitting next to him, and smirked. "Nah. I just took this job 'cause I don't have any other. Faked my resume and my name. I actually don't even have a real passport or citizenship. But that's only because I've killed far too many men back in Korea so they won't give me one. I used to be in a Mafia." Taehyung whispered.

Evan (now Taehyung remembered) widened his eyes, mouth falling slightly. "W-what?"

Taehyung started laughing. "I'm kidding, dude. Of course not. Ah- you Americans believe anything." Taehyung said, and Evan laughed nervously.

"Victor- Mr. Tang wants to see you." A girl said, and Taehyung rose his eyebrows- and then nodded, getting up. He walked out of the cubicle thingy and took the lift to a floor up to get to the CEO's office.

Taehyung reached his office, and then opened the door. "You wanted to see me-" Taehyung started, but saw Chris on his phone, talking to someone.

"I know, I know." Chris said, his spinny chair thing turned around, so he couldn't see Taehyung at the door. "I'll ask someone to send the medicine, princess. Don't worry." Chris said, and Taehyung stilled.

Taehyung heard a voice from the other side of the phone, almost a little whiney. "I can't come home right now- I have work. God, baby, stop being a brat. You know daddy's got a lot of work." Chris snapped- and Taehyung's eyebrows raised.

Daddy?

Chris' chair turned around, and then he saw Taehyung, and gestured him to enter. "Okay I've got to go." Chris said, and then cut the call, putting the phone down.

"Victor- sorry for disturbing your first day here." Chris chuckled, and then stood up- and Taehyung just nodded, and then gulped.

Goddamn this dude was tall. "It's alright, Mr. Tang. Wasn't getting much work done anyway- the head of the sales department isn't letting me do much." Taehyung said, and Chris snickered.

"Well, that's actually good to hear. Because my assistant is sick today- and I usually ask her to do this kind of stuff, but I figured you could since it's your first day. I need you to get some files from my study at home." Chris said, and Taehyung nodded, a little confused- but agreeing.

"Sure thing." Taehyung said, and then Chris grabbed a packet on the corner of his desk. "Also- just hand this to my fiancee. He's kind of sick-"

"Oh no is he alright? What's wrong?" Taehyung asked, and Chris chuckled. "Yeah yeah. Just a cold. I'll give you the address. S'it fine if you take your own car?" Chris asked, and Taehyung nodded.

After giving the address, Chris handed the packet to Taehyung, who gave him a curt nod and then turned around to walk out. His hands are big too. He's tall and his hands are big. That probably means he's got a big d-

Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts, frowning at himself. Why was he having these weird ass thoughts? Why was he.. kind of.. jealous? NO- no no. He's not jealous. It's not jealousy, honestly. He's just happy for Jungkook. Chris seems like a nice guy. And Taehyung wants the best for Jungkook.

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Daddy Ω
don't fret, princess. medicine's on its way.

Jungkook
thanks daddyy ȍ ȍ ȍ

Jungkook felt bad. Chris was such a sweet and nice boyfriends, probably taking his time from his busy day to come all the way home and give him medicine. Jungkook felt bad anytime Chris had to do things for him. Chris gave him everything, and Jungkook had to be a brat about it. Ugh.

He wondered if that made their relationship a little weird, perhaps. It was never like that with Taehyung... With Taehyung it was all give and take. Jungkook did things for Taehyung and vice versa.

But, no- stop thinking like that! That was completely different. Chris shouldn't have to do things for Jungkook. He's done enough!

So- even though he was kind of sick -Jungkook put on his pretty pink lace panties and grabbed a long sheer pink robe with pink fur in the ends of it. One of those robes which cascaded behind him and made him feel extra pretty.

The door bell rung- and Jungkook rushed to it, fixing his hair up and making sure he didn't look too disgusting or sick. Jungkook pressed his legs together, biting down on his lip- ignoring the congestion in his chest -and opened the door.

"Hey dadd-" Jungkook started sultrily, and then gasped.

Taehyung stood there, and his eyes widened when he saw Jungkook. "Woah." Taehyung let out, and Jungkook blushed, taking his robe and pulling it in front of him to hide himself.

"W-what're you doing? I-I thought Chris-" Jungkook started, and Taehyung turned a bit, putting his hand up to not see Jungkook.

"He- um- he was busy. So he sent me." Taehyung said, and Jungkook felt flustered, but then saw how Taehyung spread his fingers to peep at Jungkook- and just sighed.

"Oh- forget it. Come in." Jungkook said, and Taehyung snickered, stepping in- making sure he didn't step on Jungkook's robe.

"Wow. This- this house is.. huge. It's amazing." Taehyung said, looking around, taking in the big foyer with marbled floors and a big chandelier on top. The big windows which gave it a modern yet elegant look.

Jungkook hummed, stepping aside to let Taehyung enter. "Also- was that a Lamborghini outside?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook looked at him.

"I don't know. I guess." Jungkook said, and Taehyung let out a chuckle, still looking around. "What a nice car. What a nice house. Man-"

"Why'd he send you?" Jungkook asked, cutting him off. Taehyung looked at him, and then grinned. "Medicine."

Taehyung handed the packet over to Jungkook, who grabbed it and then looked inside. "Thanks." Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung hummed.

"Oh- and I needed to get some files or something from his office?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook nodded. "Yeah- the Keztech ones. I'll take you there." Jungkook said.

Taehyung walked behind Jungkook- who froze for a second and then let out a big sneeze, voice squeaky. "E-excuse me." Jungkook said after, and Taehyung sighed.

He placed his hand on Jungkook's cheek, and Jungkook turned to face him. "You have a fever."

Jungkook sniffled. "I know." Jungkook said, and Taehyung sighed.

"Did you have a peanut butter jelly sandwich?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds and then blushed.

"...No." Jungkook said, and Taehyung pursed his lips.

"But earlier, when you used to get fevers- you'd always feel much better after eating a peanut butter jelly sandwich." Taehyung said, smiling a bit at the memory.

Jungkook huffed. "Well I don't anymore. That-that's too many calories. And I don't eat peanut butter. Or jam. Or-or bread." Jungkook said, and Taehyung frowned.

"What do you eat?" Taehyung snickered, and Jungkook gulped.

"Y'know. Salads. Fruits. Dry fruits. Oatmeal. Yogurt. Fruits." Jungkook said.

"You said fruits twice."

"Well there isn't a lot of options when you're dieting. So I just eat like.. avocados.. and apples, and stuff." Jungkook said, sound almost a little distasteful at his words. Taehyung snickered.

"Remember that one time you threw a watermelon at that guy?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked at him and burst out giggling.

"It-it hit his head and he just passed out," Jungkook said, and both started giggling.

"Why-why were we even carrying a watermelon? I mean- didn't we go to the store to get stuff for our trip to America? Why would we have needed a watermelon?" Jungkook said, and Taehyung shrugged.

"Could've eaten it at the airport." Taehyung shrugged, and Jungkook hummed, looking away.

"That's definitely not what I did at the airport. Mark had to drag me into the airport and force me onto that plane because I kept crying." Jungkook said, and Taehyung stilled.

Jungkook gulped, but then gave Taehyung a smile. "Anyways! Let's go." Jungkook said, and Taehyung nodded- following Jungkook up.

"Oh wait- I think he left the files on the dresser, not in his office." Jungkook said, and then entered this big bedroom which was completely carpeted- with one door on one wall, and two more doors on the other wall. There was a huge bed, and big windows with a balcony outside.

"Damn." Taehyung said, and saw how Jungkook looked at Taehyung for a few seconds, and then sighed.

"Close your eyes." Jungkook said, and Taehyung rose his eyebrow but did. He heard some shuffling- and then opened his eyes and saw Jungkook in just the panties, no robe.

"Oh." Taehyung said, and Jungkook blushed, covering himself with the robe. "I said close your eyes!" Jungkook squeaked, and Taehyung- a little flustered himself- closed his eyes.

Some more shuffling. "Okay now you can open them." Jungkook said, and Taehyung did, and saw Jungkook in a big t-shirt.

"You've lost a lot of weight." Taehyung commented, and Jungkook scoffed.

"Oh please. I have all this-this baby fat. It makes me look like a child." Jungkook mumbled.

Taehyung let out a knowing smile, which showed just a hint of fond memories. "I liked your baby fat. Your small yet squishy thighs, your chubby cheeks- and your little tummy-"

"Shut up!" Jungkook squeaked, but he was blushing, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt.

"What? Did you not like your little tummy? I loved it! I always blew little kisses to it-"

"Taehyung! Stop!" Jungkook piped in a small voice, and Taehyung poked out his tongue. "I'm just joking, Kooks. You can be how you want to be." Taehyung said, and Jungkook gave him a small smile.

"I missed you, Tae." Jungkook said, and Taehyung smiled. "You did?"

Jungkook nodded, looking down. "So much. You could say I went a little crazy," Jungkook giggled, and Taehyung looked at how Jungkook was looking at the floor. He opened his mouth to say something- but then Jungkook gasped.

"Oh, y'know what! I got a letter today! A handwritten letters! By Namjoonie!" Jungkook said, and Taehyung's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"Yes! It made me tear up a little. I didn't finish reading it- but I really want to. It was quite long. He said something about my father, and-and you? But- I don't know. I'm guessing it's about how you survived or what not. What else would it be?" Jungkook said, and Taehyung gulped, and nodded.

Fuck, Taehyung thought- licking his dry lips. Jungkook turned around and pulled open a drawer, taking out some files. Namjoon's letter probably has everything on it if it's recent...

"Here. Oh- do you wanna see my closet? It's huge!" Jungkook said, and Taehyung nodded quickly, giving him a smile. Jungkook grinned and turned around, rushing to the closet.

As Jungkook went there, with his back to Taehyung- Taehyung looked and saw some letters in that drawer. One opened, clearly by Namjoon. Before Jungkook could turn around- Taehyung grabbed the letters- not knowing which one was which -and stuffed them in the files.

Jungkook can't know the shit that went down after he left Korea. Taehyung won't let him. It'll bring nasty memories up which no one wants to remember, especially not Jungkook.

"Come!" Jungkook said, and Taehyung walked into the closet, and then gasped.

"Woah- this thing is huge! It's all for you?!" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook nodded nonchalantly, pressing a button on the wall and making the mirror slide to the side and reveal a bunch of jewellery.

"Wow... all these big brands. Damn, Kooks- this guy must make you real happy." Taehyung chuckled, and Jungkook looked at him and tilted his head.

"Hm?"

"I mean- he's rich, he's a CEO, he's rather attractive for his age, and he seems to really love you. He must keep you really happy."

Taehyung said, and then let out a small smile. "I'm really happy for you."

Jungkook stood still for a few seconds, but then smiled. "Thank you. I'm very happy too." Jungkook said softly- and then turned around.

Taehyung looked through all the clothes, and then frowned- taking one out. "Hey, this jacket looks just like the one I used to have." Taehyung snickered- and Jungkook turned to him and gasped.

"Wait wait-"

"Hey! This is my jacket!" Taehyung said, and Jungkook gulped, cheeks pink.

"T-the maid must've put it out here, o-or something. Sorry! I just- I-I took the jacket that day in the hospital. Kind of wore it for, like, a month straight." Jungkook admitted bashfully.

"Aw. Well- I'm not gonna lie. I had this jacket since I was 19. Really loved this thing. Never knew where it went." Taehyung snickered, and Jungkook nodded.

Jungkook grabbed the jacket, and then hung it back on the rack. "Well, anyways." Jungkook said, and Taehyung frowned.

"Hey, I mean- if it's just gonna sit here. Can I get it back?" Taehyung asked, taking the jacket out again.

Jungkook looked at the jacket for a few seconds, and then back at Taehyung. Jungkook grabbed the jacket. "Um.. b-but-"

"But?"

"...It's mine." Jungkook squeaked dumbly, and Taehyung let out a chuckle, almost a little fond.

"But Kookie, it's.. it's my jacket." Taehyung said, and Jungkook blushed and then looked at Taehyung with big eyes.

"I-I know.. but.." Jungkook stammered, and then let the jacket go, blinking. "Ne-nevermind. You can keep it. S-sorry." Jungkook said, shyly looking down.

Taehyung let out a tsk, smiling and handing the jacket back over to him. "Relax. You can keep it. A little present to remind you of home, I'm guessing." Taehyung said, and saw how Jungkook looked a little happy to have it.

"Thank you." Jungkook piped in a small voice, and Taehyung walked closer to him, letting his fingers brush a little bit of hair from his forehead. "Oh, dollie- you're still so cute." Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook looked at him with his big doe eyes, and blinked in confusion.

They were standing quite close, with Taehyung looking into Jungkook's gorgeous big eyes, and Jungkook looking at Taehyung's deep brown ones. They stood there for a few seconds.

"You should go." Jungkook said, and Taehyung snapped out of his trance, looking away. "Y-yeah- I should."

Taehyung rushed out of Jungkook's closet and his bedroom, Jungkook following behind, both a little aloof and trying to not be awkward.

"Bye." Jungkook said- and Taehyung nodded, reaching for the main door. Taehyung walked out the door, and Jungkook bit his lip.

"Wait!" Jungkook called, and Taehyung turned around. Jungkook rushed up to him and then wrapped his arms around his neck, letting Taehyung wrap his arms around his waist- a little taken aback.

"You don't have to hug me every time, y'know." Taehyung chuckled, and Jungkook hummed.

"Just need to make sure you really are alive." Jungkook whispered, and then pulled away- and waved Taehyung goodbye with a small smile on his face.

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