The boy shoots up in bed, his hair damp, chest rising and falling as he gasps for air, and sweat making his shirt cling to his skin. Eyes wide, he glances wildly around the room, remembering where he is now. "It was just a dream," he mutters to himself, "Not real."

Climbing from the twisted sheets, he pads into the adjoining bathroom. Stepping beneath the spray of the water, he relaxed as the sweat from his sleep washed away. As he rubbed the soap into his skin, the echoes from the dream teased at him, his breath feeling heavier in his lungs.

His fingers tangled in inky black hair as he panted, his head thrown back, exposing the vulnerable skin of his throat to the harsh kisses and sucks of his lover's lips. Feeling teeth pressing into his soft skin, he knows his skin will be painted in lilac and black marks before the older boy is through. Feeling a strong thigh pressing against his burgeoning hard-on, a moan slips past his swollen lips. As the other boy raises his mouth to the smaller boy's ear, he breathes, "What does my babyboy want? Hmm?"

"Kookie, please..."

The taller clicks his tongue, "That's not my name right now baby, is it?"

The smaller whines, his hips bucking against the muscled leg of his lover, desperate for friction. "Daddy," he bites his full bottom lip, heat coiling in his stomach.

The older grins against his ear, "What baby? Use your words."

Past the point of embarrassment, he gasps, "Please fvck me Daddy, please, please, please..."

Sucking in a sharp breath, V snapped out of his thoughts, cursing at the erection he was now sporting. Turning the water to icy cold, he gritted his teeth, willing his body to calm down. When he was finally under control, he stepped out, drying himself and pulling on the clean t-shirt, boxers, and sweats that Jin had left out for him earlier.

Combing through his damp hair, he ponders what he'd learned from Jungkook earlier, as well as what he hadn't learned. He knew Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Suga would never hurt him, but he couldn't ignore the fact that they were hiding things from him anymore. He also felt relatively certain that what he'd learned about his life with Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, and the others was not a lie. But he knew they hadn't told him the whole truth either. Earlier, when Jungkook had been there...

"Kookie..." His eyes flew open wide, his hands freezing in his silver hair. Jungkook, Kookie... The lover he remembered in his dreams, was that Jungkook? His mind raced over what he'd learned, remembering how Jin had told him that nothing could have kept them away when he'd been attacked "Especially not Jungkook". And how the mafia leader had called him "baby" when he'd been injured that night. What had he and Jungkook been to each other?

As his mind flew, trying to fit the puzzle pieces together, his blood raced in his veins, his hands forming fists and eyes narrowing in determination. He was done with the secrets. First, Jeon and the rest had kept their mafia life a secret when he was Taehyung, then Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Suga had kept his whole life a secret, and now, he knew Jungkook was still keeping secrets. He'd had enough.

If Jungkook and the rest thought this room would keep Byun Baekhyun's 'pet monster' prisoner, they were dead wrong. He was going to show them that V was a person you should not fvck with.

Downstairs

Jungkook was in his office, trying his best to concentrate on the report Namjoon had forwarded to him, but the words kept blurring together. Having Taehyung under the same roof, and not being able to get close to him, was picking at his brain, a constant source of frustration. He wasn't sure what to do next with the younger boy. He knew he needed to figure out the Baekhyun issue though.

The sudden blare of the alarm rips him from his thoughts. Grabbing his guns, he runs from the office, finding Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and Jimin all racing to the front foyer, guns drawn, along with a dozen of his men. Voice alert, Namjoon explains, "There's been a breach at the gate, and several guards are not responding when paged on their radios. We have to assume they're down."

Face grim, the dark haired leader nods at the other, "Do we know who it is?"

The elder was about to respond, when gunshots rang out from the other side of the doors, bullets splintering the wood around the lock. A loud slam followed, making the doors fly open wide, with armed men spilling into the foyer, immediately aiming at the occupants. As they jumped behind columns and corners for cover, Jungkook heard a familiar voice from the entrance.

"Jeon Jungkook!", a slender, suited man calls out, his formerly cheerful face now looking determined.

Peeking his head out, Jungkook answers, "Byun Baekhyun. You should have called ahead. I wasn't expecting any company."

The older steps forward, his husband behind him, gun raised and aimed at the rivaling mafia leader. "I know you took V. Give him back, and we'll leave peacefully. That's all I'm asking."

The younger clenches his jaw, seeing red, "Not gonna happen. He's staying here with me."

Without warning, Jungkook suddenly feels the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple, shock widening his eyes since he hadn't even known anyone was behind him. Whoever this was must have snuck in a different way, rather than bursting through the front door. A hard, flat voice by his ear grits out, "We're not asking your permission. We're taking V with us."

The ravenette grits out, "Over my dead body."

The shorter takes a step to the side, allowing Jungkook to see that it's Baekhyun's mint-haired assassin who's threatening him. The stone-faced man doesn't blink, "That's fine with me."

What follows is a tense silence among the men in the large foyer, which is finally broken by a sing-song voice ringing out from the top of the stairs. "Well, well, well! All these people fighting over little old me! You're all so busy arguing over who's keeping me, I wonder what I have to say about it?"

Every head snaps to the silver-haired figure standing at the top of the stairs, and Baekhyun gives a relieved cry, looking near tears, "V! Thank goodness you're alright!"

He's wearing a loose t-shirt, exposing his collarbones, along with sweats and bare feet. He also has a gun in each hand, and Jungkook immediately notices the blood dripping from his hands. "What are you doing out of your room?? And what happened to your hands??"

V looks back at the taller, before spotting the mint-haired man next to him. "Yoongi-bear! You got back! How was your mission?"

The older frowns, "Don't worry about that V. Are you hurt? Why are you bleeding?"

The younger shrugs, "I had to break the mirror in my bathroom so I could use the pieces to pick the locks."

Jungkook stares, the casual reference to harming himself stunning the older. "Why the hell would you do something like that?! Look at your hands!" His voice is raised in anger that the other boy would take so little care of himself.

V rolls his eyes, before raising his gun a little, "Now, Suga-hyung, I need you to back away from Jungkook."

The shorter looks confused, his brows drawing together in a frown, "Why? This bastard kidnapped you. And we're just taking you home."

Baekhyun looks back and forth between Suga and V, a puzzled expression on his face, "V, sweetie, you need to come with us."

A giggle slips from the silver-haired boy, "Oh no, I don't think so hyungie. You see, I realized something. I realized I'm actually pretty tired of everyone keeping secrets from me. You've been keeping secrets from me, along with Chany-hyung and Suga-hyung. And Jungkook here has been keeping secrets from me too," saying this, he turns to gaze innocently at the ravenette,"Haven't you, Kookie?"

Jungkook's breath catches at the familiar name, surprise making him flinch. Seeing the reaction, the younger nods, "Yeah, that's what I thought." He continues, his voice bright and cheerful sounding despite the guns held threateningly in the air, blood still dripping from the slices in his hands and fingers. "Soooo, we're all gonna stay here, and have a nice chat!"

AN: I kinda have a thing for violent Taehyung, honestly. Of course I love it when he's a sweet adorable ball of fluff too 😂 But I just can't see him as a Top, no offense to anyone who enjoys him being written that way. As always, thank you all so much for reading and supporting this story! I 💜 you!