Cold.

That's a perfect and simple way to describe how Jungkook felt, cold.

No, not a deeper inner type of coldness from a heartless heart, but as in physically cold. The silk sheets against his skin is soft yet freezing, spreading goosebumps around Jungkook's body as he desperately moves around the empty bed to gain some warmth.

However all is failed and Jungkook woke up, slowly peeling his eyes open.

Confusion would be the best way to describe the first thing that ran through his mind, also a nasty wave of nausea and a murdering headache. His legs and lower spine ached, feeling the burn of dry cum between his legs whenever he moves. What hurt the most has to be the burn in his nostrils from when he snorted that damn cocaine.

Basically, Jungkook was entirely fucked over.

He can't remember much about what happened last night, but he does recall small fragments; His and Jimin's kiss, entering Karma's room, stripping down his clothes-

Wait.

Oh..

Oh shit....

Jungkook peers his eyes all the way wide open, sitting up abruptly but instantly regretted it by the horrid pain drilling his skull. He groans painfully to the sudden strike and rubs his scalp with his weak fingers, soothing every neuron in his brain to soothing thoughts instead of the lustful ones from last night.

So much happened.

He fucked Karma.

And got fucked by him as well.

And..... His face.....

He showed his face.

Jungkook tried to remember the details from his fazed memory, but it's all blurred, like a damn curse he shouldn't remember. Even though as much as he tried, he couldn't pinpoint exactly how his face looked like.

Wait, he shouldn't even try.

His promise..... He made a promise...

But damn, how did he look like-

"Good morning Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook jumps from the bed to the sudden voice, especially when Taehyung emerges out of an ivory colored door, dressed in nothing but a black bathing robe and the mask on his face to conceal what Jungkook is raking to remember, still failing.

Intently Jungkook watches him as he walks towards his dresser, a calmer aura fueling from his body.

"Morning," Jungkook grumbles hoarse and slides to the side of the bed, "I feel fucking horr-"

"We have much to do today," Taehyung cuts him off, running a hand through his wet hair, fresh from a shower, "Jimin is ready, we must travel to Busan today for the meeting in a few days. We must have visuals on the area, so please may you get dressed as soon as you can."

Jungkook didn't say anything, more so didn't know what to say. He's not exactly disappointed or surprised with Karma's attitude now after what they've done. If Karma is anything, being all affectionate and clingy is not one of those. Luckily for him, Jungkook isn't like that either. Karma is the ultimate enemy for him at the end of the day, just because they got a good fuck out of each other doesn't mean they will just blossom into a happily married couple.

Jungkook's head is still blackmailed and threatened for cooperation, and that's something he can't easily just let go. However, doesn't mean he'll stop his little habits of pissing the royal majesty off.

So he only stares at the back of the man's head intently and slowly nods, "I'll just go to my room then."

Taehyung immediately turns around, his professional eyes staring right into Jungkook's soul, even while being a distance away from each other, "Shower and get changed in my bathroom, we're running late."

Then Taehyung throws him a clean towel, in which Jungkook catches with a hand and wraps it around his torso, slowly standing up with his headache still in active, probably even worse with the damn sunlight peaking through the large window. Who the fuck knows, he could still be high since Karma did give him a little too much.

Little bitch.

Jungkook's eyes then falls towards Taehyung, who is brush his green hair by the dresser with eyes entirely focused on the mirror with a small twinkle in his eyes unlike the usual empty gleam. Jungkook for some reason finds himself slowly walking towards him and daringly wraps his arms around his torso, bringing him close to his chest.

Taehyung tenses up, putting down the brush roughly with his gaze transforming into a glare through the mirror, "Let me go, we have much to do-"

"Stop acting as if last night didn't happen, you enjoyed it," Jungkook murmurs and squeezes him tighter, "Little cub."

With sudden speed Taehyung whirls around, hand up as if he's ready to collide it against Jungkook's cheek but the other grips his wrist tight with narrowed eyes. Taehyung didn't even flinch, and his eyes also narrowed murderously dark at the ravenette.

"We were high and desperate. Don't start acting all soft, it doesn't suit you," He growls and yanks his hand away from Jungkook's grasp.

Wow, almost as if their minds think alike, Jungkook doesn't like being soft either.

The corner of Jungkook's lips perked into a smirk with his hands still around his waist, "Soft? This is not being soft. This is just my daily routine of tormenting you," Jungkook mocks and suddenly leans towards his face, "Now I can most certain taunt your anger even better after our little moment, hm."

Even though Jungkook couldn't see it, he could vividly visualize the clear scowl on the other man's lips as he goes to slap him again but Jungkook scoops his thighs and places him on the dresser, rough hands grazing his skin between his parted legs.

"L-Let me go," The mellow voice suddenly shutters in unease, "I swear Jungkook I'm going to-"

Jungkook didn't think twice before he grabs Taehyung's hand and places it over his own eyes as a shield. He reaches ahead and yanks off Karma's mask and presses his lips against Taehyung's neck. The other visibly tenses up, his breathes coming out uneven as Jungkook trails his lips up to Taehyung's jaw before finally meeting his lips.

Something wasn't right, that much Jungkook knew the second he felt Taehyung's lips start to quiver against his.

Of course Karma is always a little feisty against him, when is he not, but Jungkook didn't expect him to be that feisty.

Almost...... Frantic.

A hard push nearly knocks Jungkook off his balance backwards, but the hard slap on his cheek did send him to the ground hard. A low gasp escapes his lips to the sudden aggression, nearly seeing stars in his vision as he rubs his cheek and looks up, ready to grab Karma and slam his head repeatedly against the mirror like the many times they have been physically aggressive with each other, but he doesn't.

Like Jungkook said, something is definitely not right.

When he looks up the frail body is hugging his legs to his chest, both hands to his face with his body shaking vigorously; choking sobs escaping his lips as if he's trying to hold it back in his throat.

It all drowns down to Jungkook's mind, leaving him with guilt by seeing how fragile and small the usual cold hearted man appears to be. He looks almost as small as Jimin, curled up into a ball as if to shield his face.

His most valuable treasure and his curse.

Instantly Jungkook gets to his feet and softly caresses his wrists, "I'm so sorry! I didn't-

"Get out," A small voice manages to heave through the shaking hands, "Get out! No one can see my face! Get out!"

The words darted hard into Jungkook's heart, but then again fueling him with self hatred over himself, mixed with a boiling anger for making Karma's usual calm demeanor into a panicking mess.

So he roughly let's Karma's wrists go and storms towards the door, swinging it open but pauses, craning his head to the still shaking body and didn't fight back from saying his next words.

"Too fucking bad, I already saw your face, your highness. Maybe you should start rethinking your options before ordering me to do shit while having my entire dick up your ass," He rages angrily, instantly slamming the door shut when the shakily hand of the quivering body grabs the mask with one hand and lunges it towards the door.

By this point Jungkook couldn't even breath when he stood outside Karma's door, only hearing the angry screams and thrashing from the other side of the bedroom.

Similar to a child throwing a tantrum.

His back leans against the door, slowly sliding down as those noises grew more and more fierce and he threads his fingers through his hair in his own aggravation. He doesn't even know what he was thinking when he did that to Taehyung, but he did not expect something like that to happen. He should've not let Karma get his way when he demanded Jungkook to open his eyes, Jungkook knew he had to trust his damn gut.

Karma is so composed all the time, why suddenly..... Break?

There's still more to Karma than meets the eye, many secrets and anger he holds inside, all lying underneath that beautiful golden mask.

"Jungkook?"

The officer perks his head up, seeing a dressed up Jimin in a black suits with the first few buttons of his white button shirt undone just standing outside his own door, almost as if he was ready to walk out.

The two make eye contact for a moment, and it was almost as if a pull dragged him to slowly make his way towards Jungkook wordlessly, taking in Karma's mental break down noises from the other side of the door and the tired gaze in the ravenette's eyes.

Jungkook could see the way Jimin eyed the fresh hickeys on his collarbones and the messy blob of hair on Jungkook's head, knowing very well what went on behind Karma's closed door.

So he extended out a small hand to him.

Jungkook glances between his hand and his face in confusion, so Jimin grabs his wrist and pulls him up, dragging Jungkook to his own room with his expression still being completely empty.

Even his voice.

"If there's anything the experiences in my life has taught me, it's to move along by doing your part," Jimin says slowly, closing the door to Jungkook's door behind them when they stepped inside, "Even if you feel like dying inside, you got to tilt your head up, even if it's fake. So get dressed, look your best, and do what you have to do in order to keep going. In this life you either play the part or you die, so do what you gotta do to survive, okay."

That was not a question, but a statement.

Jungkook didn't say anything to the smaller male as he roams through his closet, and then he twitches a small smile.

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A/N:
Sooo I want to set clear here, Jungkook's doesn't know Karma's name is Taehyung.

Since the story is in third perspective, it'll jump a lot between perspectives. Sometimes we'll say Taehyung or Karma, and it's purposely done :)

I PURPLE YOU! <33