His slender hand slowly caresses through the smooth threads of the boy's hair, unable to look anywhere else beside his peaceful face as he lays his head on his lap; completely exhausted from his time looking for his hidden target.

Yeosang has spent three whole days without sleep, searching for Hoseok using all the resources Karma and Jungkook has given him. He's driven, Jungkook will give him that, so that's why he urged him to get some rest.

The second he laid on the bed, he passed out cold.

Jungkook stayed with him, hours upon hours as he runs his hand through his hair. This must be the longest he's ever been with him after their separation, and he's sure going to enjoy every single second of it.

He sure has missed his Little Gem dearly.

The door slowly creaks open to his bedroom, with Jimin peaking his head inside. The second he lets his eyes fall to the scene, he smiles softly.

It's the first time he's ever seen Jungkook be this tender and calm with someone, in general in all honesty.

Around Gem it's like his mind gets centered and he's more relaxed.

It's nice seeing him not look so stressed.

Before Jungkook could even tell him to come in, Jimin stumbles forward by a hard push by a long tatted hand. The door widens to reveal Karma's presence behind Jimin, a clear annoyed glare in his eyes.

"You could've just told me to step inside!" Jimin hushly snaps as Karma closes the door behind them.

"Where's the fun in that?"

Jungkook grimaces to the two, moving his eyes back to Yeosang as the two males make themselves comfortable on the large bed, not knowing what to say now exactly. From another perspective, ever since they've been reunited, Jungkook hasn't quite been the same in regards to his drive to find Hoseok. He puts all his energy and focus sole on finding Hoseok with Yeosang, anything other than that has been irrelevant to him.

He wouldn't even go with Karma to interrogate Yoongi.

During many occasions Jimin and Karma has tried to crack through Jungkook's shell, but there's no way around Jungkook's constructed cold walls. Tonight, however, will be different. They won't pry to get him to talk to them, or to open up.

They are going to listen.

Only listen to whatever Jungkook has to say.

When it involves Yeosang.

That's the closest thing they can get to understanding how he feels right now, which is important so he can process what happened with..... Yoongi.

"You seem more calmer since he came," Jimin starts off, a small smile on his lips to the boy hugging Jungkook's leg, "He looks almost adorable when he's not snapping someone's head off."

For the first time in three days, Jungkook breaks out a soft chuckle. It felt relieving to hear something other than a grunt or scoff coming out of his lips. It felt nearly unfamiliar to hear that noise come out of his lips, especially since Jungkook is not one to be very cheery to the world.

It made Karma twitch a smile underneath his mask.

"He calms me down," Jungkook whispers, running his thumb down his Yeosang's jaw, "He always did."

Jimin and Taehyung glanced at each other, communicating the words over their heads before Karma reluctantly looks over at the ravenette, "How.... How did you two meet? Clearly he's not your biological child."

Jungkook's hand froze against Yeosang's skin, making Taehyung slightly panic that perhaps he pressed on his luck a little too much. However that panic goes away when Jungkook sighs heavily, leaning his head back against the headrest.

"We met through the darkness of the world, while I was still a kid, only fifteen," Jungkook whispers and fixes his eyes up, "And in Oasis gang... My old gang."

Flashback~

A hideous sneer slides Jungkook's lips as he watches his gang leader fly a bullet through Park Jihoon's head, watching as his body falls limp on the chair he is restrained against.

He never was able to stand that man ever since they met - always having the feeling that he was a damn cockroach in disguise.

And he was right.

The shooter only glares at the body, slowly turning around to face the ravenette, "You have an eye for snakes, too good," Kwon Jiyong mutters and approaches the young male, pinning his gun against Jungkook's chest, "Would be so disappointed if you were one too."

Jungkook stares indifferently at the crazed man, slowly moving his eyes down to the gun before dropping slowly to his knees, head bowed down, "My loyalty only lies with Oasis, your highness."

Jiyong tilts his head up, studying his right hand man intensely, almost as if trying to undress his calm aura to reveal the killer that he knows is deep down inside beneath his soft skin. He has seen how the young boy completely unravels himself during his first kill, proving his background to be accurate.

Being a little killer, a discreet one that enjoyed blood and the adrenaline of taking al life all too much to those that dared tried to harm a slice of his skin, before he stumbled upon the Oasis empire. There, he became the goon and trained to use his skills to good use, for Oasis's own personal gain of course. He was lanky, but strong, and absolutely insane

However, he did gain control, thanks to Jiyong who taught him well on how to control his pulses of rage traced to childhood trauma. Now he's his dog, and the master just has to say the word and he'll be the maniac that he naturally is.

So the leader stiffs a chuckle and caresses a hand to the fifteen year old boy tousled hair, "Good, such a shame it would be if I actually had to kill you, hm."

Jungkook moves his head up, staring at his leader with glittering eyes, "I would never disappoint my master."

Jiyong only smirks deviously and helps him to his feet, putting his gun away, "As expected-"

A knock suddenly hits the metal door, calling out to the gang leader. Jiyong's eyes sharpened back to their serpent glare, moving to the door and swings it open. On the other side Hwanwoong stood tensely, eyes stone cold with his blonde hair brushed back and away from his eyes.

He's just around the same age as Jungkook, maybe a year or two younger, maybe younger who knows, yet this boy has his mind as tough as the gang leader. He's been practically raised in this gang, his mother being one of the moles that works here. She gets more of the special treatment since she's more like a mother to everyone than just a mere mole.

So this boy, being so much more smaller than Jungkook and Jiyong combined, still looks more ready to beat someone to bits if the leader just as much as orders him to do so.

He's not fragile.

And Hwanwoong always beats to kill, something Jungkook admired and hopes to be given the privilege some day to do too.

"A kid came in, begging for some assistance," He says with his cold voice, "Says that Bang Chan gave him a card."

Jiyong face coils in complete impatience, turning to glance at Jungkook, "Guess we have a guest," He says with a forced smile, "Are you ready?"

Jungkook grins and nods, cracking his knuckles as he follows the leader down the hallway. Hwanwoong leads the way, a stone shadow ice waving his eyes as if this has been an ongoing occurrence that has happened more than once before.

Truth is, Bang Chan - the little snake that watches out for the area of this place- is sometimes a bit of a softy. He sees a desperate kid in danger, gives them the gang's card to come to receive protection.

That's how Jungkook got here.

A perfect way to recruit more members, but if only Bang Chan can choose wisely then it would be better for them. He just gives this to anyone and it's so fucking annoying.

The only reason Jiyong hasn't blown his head off is because he's good with words, a cunning manipulator and trickster.

Which is always good to have around.

The three boys then reached the door for the interrogation room, Jiyong sending Jungkook one last look before barging the door open. The room is completely dark with just a single lightbulb dancingly the ceiling, casting a dim nasty yellow light to the small boy tied up to the chair - Placed right at the center of the room.

Another person is in the room, sitting with legs crossed in front of the strapped boy while leaning back to arms, his hands printed on the ground behind him. He's whistling a happy tune under his breath, waving his head around nonchalantly to the beat, bouncing his whirly platinum wavy hair.

The second the light of the hallway shines into the room, he whirls his head back with a broad smile on his pink lips. The man rolls to his stomach with legs dangling the air childishly, "Your highness! So good to see you! Come to pay our intruder a visit? He's still pretty out cold, thanks to Woongie there."

Hwanwoong snarls his lips with fists tight to the horrid nickname but Jiyong extends a hand out to stop him from punching the man's goofy face into an oblivion, "Kim Woosung, could you please not torment the boy. After all, I can count on him better than you to do a job perfectly well."

Woosung plops his legs on the concrete floor, jaw dropped, "I'm offended," Then he breaks into a hysterical giggle, "I wouldn't even count on me either, ha! But hey at least I get the job done," He winks and let's his eyes fall to Jungkook, his smile slightly softens, "Hello Bambi, doing some dirty business tonight too?"

The gang leader steps around him, examining the face of the boy tied up, who's still unconscious with blood peeking through the corner of his lips, "Don't distract my right hand man Woosung, leave the relationship to your free hours."

Jungkook's cheeks blushed bright red, for the first time nudging a real tender reaction out of him.

The white haired male on the floor whines, shuffling to his feet, "I can if I want to, he is my baby boy after all," And to make his point, he approaches Jungkook clasping his cheeks, "Is that right?"

Jungkook stares into the other's eyes, his own orbs gleaming in the same chaotic energy as the seventeen year old, "Just because you're older, doesn't make me a baby."

Woosung gaps his lips, "You little shit," He purrs and slams their lips together, biting down on his bottom lip hard until the younger yelped to his teasing with his smile, "My baby, just mine."

The ravenette scowls his lips but was unable to hide his smile, especially when Woosung playfully bites his cheek and walks to the door, "Have fun with this one, he's desperate and feisty."

The second he closes the door behind him, Jungkook slides off his giddiness to get into complete business mode. That's something Jiyong admires a lot from the small boy, he knows how to set his priorities sorted out, and his priority will always be Oasis above anything.

The three males in the room analyzes the unconscious boy, who looks like an actual fetus with full cheeks tousled wavy black hair, sitting comfortably on his head. To assume well, he looks like he's at least ten or eleven, perhaps even younger than that.

Whatever the case may be, he must've been desperate if he decided to come here when he could be home and played video games or action figures, like kids his age would be doing.

Just as the thought processed, the boy suddenly starts to stir under the knots. A low whimper escape his lips, making Jungkook's eyes stare more intently at him as the boy slowly flutters his eyes open, eyes scouring his surroundings before suddenly jumping in the chair to the three demons before his eyes.

His eyes...... Such innocent eyes.

Of course he would have that look, he's so small and young.

Jiyong on the other hand didn't see it like that. Young or old, everyone is still muscle and bone and should have that equal treatment when it involves messing with Oasis. So he stands tall in front of the boy, eyes seething at him through his eyelashes.

"Who are you and why the fuck are you here?"

The boy jolts on the chair, his body shaking feverishly in panic. He didn't speak up at first, not until Jiyong yanks out his gun, pointing it to his head.

"I asked you a fucking question!" He snarls angrily, "Can you fucking speak?"

The boy's eyes are now pooled with tears, lips quivering in completely fear to the weapon being pointed to his forehead, "P-Please don't kill me!" He squeaks, closing his eyes with the large puddles of tears gliding down his cheeks, "I-I am being c-chased by the p-police and Bang Chan s-said you would p-protect me."

Jungkook eyebrows furrowed together, standing straighter now with utter curiosity. He's being chased by the cops? Well, that's definitely unexpected.

Jiyong seemed to have thought the same because his glare slightly softens to a more steady gaze instead, "Why are the cops after you?"

The little boy shutters between his words, not making complete sense out of anything he just said, but after feeling the cold metal length of the gun against his forehead, he whimpers, "I-I killed..... Someone."

End flashback~

Jimin's lips gapped, "A boy killed someone? Who the fuck did he kill?"

Jungkook stares at the calm child on his lap, finally looking up at the two, "His parents, and his older sister. Adoptive family."

The environment in the room grew suffocating intense. Taehyung even stood up and moved to the window, desperate for some air right now, "Then what? Jiyong just... Let him live?"

"No, he was going to kill him since he was wanted by the authorities and perhaps was too reckless to be in a gang. I got in the way of that," Jungkook says lowly, "Call it cliché but I guess I just saw something in him. Innocent face yet chaotic personality, shit I saw myself in him but maybe a bit more daring. So Jiyong let me keep him, stating him as my responsibility. Since the boy was looked for from the cops, he had to stay under the radar most of the time, but after a while the case began to disappear. That's when I taught him well on how to be a damn animal, almost like myself. Oh did he enjoy it.... He really enjoyed it."

Flashbacks~

"What do you think? Isn't it pretty!" Yeosang gleams, arms extended out with shaking hands, demonstrating Jungkook the puppet show of dead humans before his eyes. The sixteen year old Oasis leader stares with lips gawked, staring as four of the Rouge gang goons hangs up the ceiling using their intestines and a chain, arms out with stomach cut wide open as their insides come completely empty.

Jungkook marvelous at the art piece, "You created a whole puppet show.... How did you manage to catch them? I've been trying to locate them for months!"

Yeosang giggles happily at him and clasps his hands together, "Well, it was pretty easy. Rats love cheese, so I gave them an unlimited amount of cheese! Beside Woosung helped me design this, he's so smart Kookie!"

Money, he bribed them with money.

This smart little fucker.

Jungkook slowly steps forward to get a closer view, slightly cringing upon seeing the spikes of bones stabbing the corner of their lips, moving up to form a sadistic smile.

Is that the bones from their ribcage?

The door behind them suddenly barges open, "Hey guys, I need some-WHAT THE FUCK!"

Jungkook whirls around, seeing Hwanwoong stand there, lips gapped in horror to the psychotic sight he's witnessing. The small boy has witnessed many things in life, but ever since Yeosang came into the picture, there's not a time where he's not surprised by what Yeosang creates with his hands.

"Hwannie!" Yeosang gleams, skipping over to him and latches an arm over his shoulders, "Do you like it? I made them smile just for you since you're such an optimistic person!"

Jungkook could feel the drip of sarcasm lacing his voice, grinning to how Yeosang presses the side of his face against Hwanwoong's shoulder, who's still in massive shock to what he's seeing right now.

These two have grown closer as the year passed, well.... More so Yeosang grew closer to him. The first few days that Yeosang has been here, he was mainly mute and wouldn't speak at all, now he's the life of this place.

By taking lives away.

Almost like a little happy pill, and many were indeed grateful of that after Jiyong's death, that took a massive troll on a great portion of the members here. One of those people being Hwanwoong.

Even if the smaller male would never admit it, he is indeed grateful for that.

For having Yeosang around in general.

"It's official, you fucking terrify me," Hwanwoong mutters, making Yeosang's smile drop. Jungkook watches the unusual reaction from the boy, never seeing such hesitation behind his eyes before.

Is he upset?

"I don't want you to fear me," Yeosang mumbles, and slowly let's him go, "I.... I just.... Nevermind."

And that's all that was said of the topic before his smile transforms to an ever broader smile, a squeal escaping his lips, "We should go on a killing spree together!"

The door suddenly creaks open again, this time a familiar white haired man enters through with a giddy smile. It only came naturally that Jungkook smiles widely upon seeing Woosung entering the room, who's clapping his hands with bouncing feet.

"Yeosang this looks great! Just as you planned out!"

The two psychotic men squeals together in their own world of happiness, making Jungkook's own smile feel genuine itself upon seeing the faces of the most important people in his life happy.

He feels happy.

Woosung suddenly skips over towards the ravenette, wrapping his arms around his waist, "Did you like it? He did it all on his own! He's growing up!"

A sheepish smile forms Jungkook's lips upon the close proximity with the older male, still not use to being this close to him even though they've been together for a year and a half now. He still feels that giddiness he always feels whenever the other is around him.

"That's because he copied a lot from me," Jungkook mocks, making Woosung press a giggling peck against his lips, sending shots of happiness into Jungkook's body.

Proud of Yeosang would be an understatement, the boy is a little demon.

And Jungkook felt happy being the one to show him the ways of the dark side, where it's impossible to come back from.

End Flashback~

"A puppet show with the bodies? Are you kidding?" Taehyung gaps, eyes dilated wide open, "Wasn't he like before his teens? Or double digits in general?"

Jungkook snorts, "Perhaps. He grew up well under my influence - well during the time that I saw this as okay since I didn't know from right or wrong," He says with a small smile, "He told me more of his past; filled with screams and killings before assassinating his family."

Jimin shuffles nervously by the edge of the bed, "Why did he kill them?"

The ravenette fixes his eyes away from the boy, gulping thickly, "That's not my business to tell," He says lowly and stares off to the wall, "He grew more reckless as time passed, but I ended up having a more firm leash on him after nearly getting caught this one time. However, not everything ran by smoothly..... There's always something that happens... That just causes an utter disaster."

Taehyung steps closer to the bed, eyes curious, "What was that?"

Jungkook doesn't say anything at first, for the first time in years letting the memory play in his head like a stab to his chest but slowly he moves his eyes up to meet Taehyung's stare.

Feeling this heaviness in his chest that he hasn't felt in so long.

"The death of the first love."

Flashback~

"Yeosang!"

Jungkook runs down the block, his heart pounding hard against his rib cage with Woosung running behind him, equally as concerned as the leader. It's not everyday that they hear the sounds of a shoot out in their area, especially after Jiyong's death.

It brought back horrific flashbacks to many of the members when they heard it.

The shoot outs were loud when he first heard it while he was entering the building of his headquarters, realizing that Yeosang and Hwanwoong were going out for a walk around that same area. Now he's running, desperate to get to the where the blood hurdling screams and multiple shots came from. However when Jungkook steps closer and took a sharp turn, he nearly choking in his breath to the sight before his eyes.

The blood bath that lays on this street to its awakening would be something out of a damn horror movie. Many Oasis members, many members from the Rouge gang, and many who were just civilians.

Now everything is just eerily quiet, nothing but the sound of the couple's feet against the ground as they come upon the scene.

And that's when they hear something.

Crying.

Someone is crying.

Jungkook looks around before carefully approaching the noise, Woosung watching his back with gun in hand, as they move around the dead bodies on the ground and shot cars and broken glass window pieces. Jungkook's horrified eyes looks over the bodies, hoping his precious Yeosang wouldn't be amongst this mess with lifeless eyes staring at the sky.

However, that wasn't the case.

Yeosang doesn't die so easily, that much was said when Jungkook finds the boy to his knees in the middle of the blood bath, shoulders shaking as pitiful sobs bubbles out of his lips.

It took Jungkook to step closer to his little gem for him to realize the sadness in his cries. He himself covers his mouth in shock, knees buckling up instantly but Woosung was there to hold him from collapsing on the ground as well.

In front of Yeosang lays Hwanwoong, eyes wide and unmovable chest, his small chest gushing with blood as multiple bullets marked his body. Too many to count.

Too many to have survived it.

Jungkook seals his eyes shut, holding back his tears as he hears the boy wail to the death of his young love, hiccupping multiple wheezes with bloody arms hugging his both, rocking himself with the heartbroken pain on his face.

The ravenette peels himself away from Woosung's embrace and kneels down beside the boy, wrapping his arms around his body with face buried to his shoulder, letting the boy sob much more hysterically.

"H-He died p-protecting me K-Kookie," Yeosang wheezes, choking more sobs from his lips, "He didn't e-even get to f-finish saying h-he loves m-me."

The older male didn't say anything, only hugs the fragile boy tightly to his embrace, not caring if he's drenched in blood, "I'm so sorry gem, I know how important he was to you."

Yeosang only continues to cry hysterically, leaning his head against Jungkook's as he lets him guide them to their feet, still holding on tightly so he wouldn't lose his balance.

Woosung looks at the pair with a deep frown on his lips, "I'm sorry kid, but we have to go..... It's not safe now. We'll come back to get him, I promise."

The little boy in Jungkook's arms only nods, his bambi eyes still pooled with tears as he holds tightly onto Jungkook, letting him be walked off.

What they didn't notice was the man hiding behind the car right beside them, attention entirely on the gang leader with a sharp knife in hand. It didn't process until Jungkook heard the rustling of feet approach them, not moving fast enough away from the man's line of attack as he would've if he was on guard.

However someone was fast enough.

And that person was Woosung, who wraps his arms around Jungkook like a shield from the attack as an instinctive impulse.

Jungkook's eyes widen, his breath wavering heavily as he hears Woosung choke against his ear with hissing breathes escaping his lips.

Sharp and suddenly mellow.

No.... NO!

"W-Woosung," Jungkook whispers, but the other male only chuckles against his ear weakly.

"Guess I'll be seeing you in another life time, my Bambi."

What appeared in slow motion happened all in one quick motion when the man yanks his knife from Woosung's back, and the white haired male turns around and lunges at the man with arms grasping his neck to give time for Jungkook to run. It all was happening so fast in one motion when the man suddenly flips them over and stabs feverishly down Woosung's chest.

Yeosang suddenly and immediately latches himself on the man, rolling him off with himself still attached to him and completely unleashed his animal rages to him. Jungkook broke free of his shock and rushes towards Woosung, who's breaking short breaths from his parted lips.

"No! No! Stay with me!" Jungkook shudders as his shaking hands takes his face, forcing the older to look at him, "I just need to call the ambulance-"

"Stop," Woosung heaves, eyes fluttering as he raises a hand to cup over Jungkook's, "I l-love you.... O-Okay?"

Jungkook shakes his head fiercely, "Don't you dare! Don't say that to me! You're going to-"

And just like that, Woosung exhales his last breath with eyes falling shut.

Completely.... Dead.

H-He's not-

No-

No!

He was just breathing!

He was just speaking-

No!

Jungkook stares at the motionless male with his wide eyes and trembling lips, shaking his face, "W-WooWoo? Woosung?! N-No Oasis can help you - You have to be - Oh God - I - I c-can't lose you - FUCK!"

Painfully Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a loud agonizing scream from deep inside his chest.

The sound similar to a broken hearted banshee in the middle of the night, crying to the death of a loved on.

Jungkook's first love.

He presses his lips over and over again to Woosung's cold lips, hoping he will tease him back like how he use to always do in between kisses.

He never did.

He never fucking did!

"Woosung! Wake up! Please WooWoo wake up!" Jungkook sobs hysterically, laying his face against his bloody chest, gripping him so tightly close to him, "I need you... Please w-wake up... P-Please."

The heartache Jungkook is feeling right now is nothing compared to the pain he felt when his leader died. This is worse. A pain of a million stabs striking his chest, his bones being hammered down, a heart falling to it's death by the hole that has carved inside it. A brutal and sudden death, like how Woosung died.

He was one of the first people Jungkook ever met here, when he joined the gang. He was his mentor. Sure, he was a psychopath but the way he treated Jungkook was unlike anything he has ever experience.

Jungkook fell in love with him..... With his whole heart.

They were each other's friends, partners, lovers, and shoulder to lean on. He even helped Jungkook look after Yeosang.

Woosung was someone consistent in Jungkook's life, security, and his lunatic, only his.

Now he's gone, leaving the gang leader to tremble his death and this lonesome pain he feels with this lost sense of what to do.

What to feel.

What he should do.

"J-Jungkook."

Then he realized, he's not completely alone either.

The ravenette cranes his head, his eyes falling to the man's sliced arm on Yeosang's possession, who's still crying his waterfall of tears.

"I w-want to k-kill them all," He whimpers, letting the arm slips past his fingers, "T-Tell me we w-will."

The firing pain in Jungkook's soul suddenly drops into something more darker, much more sinister, much more.... Raging. It's almost as if Jungkook's conscious snapped off completely, leaving his stare to makeshift into a glare with his hands clutching into a fist.

He looks back to Woosung, pressing one last peck against his cold lips, "Oh gem, we are going to do so much more than just killing them."

End Flashback~

Jungkook didn't realize a tear was streaming down his cheeks until Jimin reached to his face, wiping it away from his cheek. The emotional and mental damage Woosung's death did to him still scars his heart, leaving him to remember why he shouldn't be attached to anyone in this world.

No one besides his gem.

He has pushed Woosung's memory off for so long that the wounds still feel fresh, just by this fragment memory of him.

But it's because Jungkook to this day still hasn't given himself the time to properly mourn or heal from it, only has been pushing the memory away to not feel that pain.

Yet he.... Feels it.

The ghost of the unremovable scar from his heart.

It hurts.

It still hurts so fucking badly.

With a deep gulp down his throat, he exhales a breath, "We searched for vengeance, and we got it. It didn't take long for us to find their hide out and completely dismember all of the people there, just the two of us without telling anyone else. The way our bodies was coated in blood, not hearing anything but our chaotic laughter from the hallways would scare anyone away, even the cops. It was all so worth it, and I still do not regret it," Jungkook says with a tone so dead to shiver Woosung's face away, caressing his hand down Yeosang's face, "However, a few months later, I got caught for possession of drugs by the police. I didn't get arrested though, especially since they wanted me to be a little spy for other gangs. So I did, as if I ever gave a shit about those gangs, only thinking about my gem and gang's safety. So to prevent the authorities to come after their asses, I told them to go their separate ways, as if Oasis didn't exist. They all followed orders."

For a moment Jungkook remains silent, studying Yeosang's face with his soft ones, "All except him."

Flashback~

"What do you mean you're leaving!" Yeosang shouts, his face completely red in anger with frantic eyes, "No! I'm coming with you!"

Jungkook let's out a heavy breath, turning to the boy, "Absolutely not. Look, I'm doing this for your safety kid. No one can know that you exist. I lost so much, I can't lose you."

Yeosang's lips quivered, shaking his head, "B-But we're a team," He whimpers, taking Jungkook's hand, "You know I can look after myself-"

"I know," Jungkook sighs, holding both of Yeosang's cheeks so he could face him, "I can't lose you little gem, I can't risk it! In this job I will meet with so many people, worse than just street gang members, and if any of them finds out that you exist, they could use that against me and I can't let that happen! I have to protect you kid."

A soft tear streams down Yeosang's cheek, leaning against Jungkook's palms, "I get it okay... I just don't want you to go."

Jungkook frowns deeply and brings him to his chest, holding him tight, "I will never abandon you, okay? Never. This is just for now, but we won't be separate for long, I promise. As for now, a friend of mine will look out for you. Keep your eyes open, be good, and trust your intuition. I'll be back."

The small boy inhales a deep breath against his shirt, his lips still quivering, "I love you dad."

End Flashback~

"That was the first time he said he loved me.... And called me dad," Jungkook says, laying his arm protectively around the boy's body like a shield, "He's the only person that matters to me."

Those words weigh heavy in the air, all three older males now staring at Yeosang with different thoughts cruising their minds. This little boy is clearly not a little boy anymore; he's growing up and has became very strong.

It only sent a wave of unease to shiver down Taehyung's body to think what these two put together are capable of doing. Yeosang is like an animal, Jungkook being the leash to his every thought and emotion.

Just like Jungkook with him.

If these two lose each other, they will completely lose themselves.

Seeing this new light, Karma has changed objectives involving the little boy. Believe it or not, he prefers Jungkook to not go through some severe heartbreak like how he did when Woosung left his side.

Whatever these two have, he wants to protect that. He wants to keep them united without the fear that someone will come in the way and tear this bond they have apart.

Karma will make sure Yeosang will be safe at all times, with or without Jungkook by his side.

After all, he is a strong partner to have around when push comes to shoves.

Jimin stares at Yeosang before moving his eyes to look at Jungkook, "You love him a lot, don't you?"

The ravenette smiles softly while staring at Yeosang and nods, "He's my kid. My son. My little gem. A lot would be an understatement to how I feel for him.... He's my whole life."

The fact that Jungkook is trusting Jimin and Taehyung with this is something beyond what they expected. Jungkook is never one to express his emotions about this, let alone his thoughts or his memories.

He really did develop a trust for them, not only just the contract, and it clearly shows in the light behind his eyes as he looks at them. It's not the usual darkness with his walls built up behind them, but it's like fluid, almost like water.

Trust.

After that day when Karma rescued them, he trusts them enough with the story of his gem. That says a lot on it's own.

So Taehyung sits down beside Jungkook, placing a hand on his thigh. Jungkook moves his eyes to his hand, slowly trailing it to his eyes. Karma didn't know how to put it into words at first, but one look at the sleep child on his lap, he lets the words flow naturally out of his lips.

"You won't have to worry about being away from him again," He assures lowly, making Jungkook's lips part, especially when he took off his mask, "He's safer with you than he is alone, since he will always be worried about you. I will make sure nothing happens to either of you, even when the contract is over. You have my word."

Jungkook will never get tired of admiring Taehyung's face whenever he reveals it; A face meant to be pampered with compliments and love. Not hidden behind a mask.

So the ravenette took advantage of that. Reaching over, tenderly clasps Karma's face and leans forward, clasping their lips together. It wasn't an intense make out session like their previous session, let alone did they move their lips. It was just a simple peck, a small kiss that transcends the appreciation Jungkook is feeling inside to Taehyung's change of heart.

Even if it's a trap or not, he would like to think Karma genuinely cares for their safety, and that means everything to him.

Suddenly the body stirs on Jungkook's lap, followed by a grunt, "Ew, please don't do that in front of me."

Jungkook and Karma broke apart and almost instantly the red haired man places the mask over his face, all the while Jungkook smiles widely to the sleepy boy on his lap, who's glaring through his puffy eyes at Karma.

Possessive little thing he is.

"Sorry," Jungkook chuckles, ruffling with his hair, "How was your nap?"

Yeosang slowly sits up, stretching his limbs with eyes still glaring at Karma and at Jimin. He's still not use to being around their presence, let alone will he ever be use to it.

He doesn't trust anyone around his Kookie besides himself.

"Good," He mutters and slides off the bed, "I'm going to the bathroom. Too many people here."

And he goes in through the door and slams it shut, jolting everyone in their seats. Jimin frowns at the boy's words, not specifically to his tone but more so to just everything that laid underneath.

He's been through a lot, it's only natural for him to not trust anyone.

Even the closest people to Jungkook ended up betraying him.

A sudden pair of lips on Jimin's mouth snapped him from his daze, moving his gaze to Taehyung, who only raised his mask to peck his lips but puts it back down.

"Why the long face?"

Jimin masks his emotions with a forced smile, getting to his feet, "Just tired. We have been looking for Hoseok like crazy and still no sign of him, it could be quite draining."

The ravenette nods understandingly, approaching him and pressing a kiss against his forehead, "Get some rest, you'll need it."

What the two didn't notice was the way Karma froze upon hearing Hoseok's name. The blood cruised to his face that's concealed by the mask and his hands slightly rubbed against each other.

Hiding the nerves that bubbled inside his chest.

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A/N:

Well here's a little trip down memory lane!

This was actually Woosung debut to my stories! I remember when this was first being updated, a lot of people grew really fond of his character here, so that's why I just kept him around for more my other stories.

Which explains why in Raw many people were very excited to see him :)

I PURPLE YOU! <33