Staring at the unconscious man lying on the blood-splattered table in front of him, V's brows furrowed in frustration. He'd slipped from the Jeon mansion and gone to the store to acquire some concealer, since it was hard to pull off his 'vulnerable, innocent puppy' look when he was covered in black and violet marks.

So when the drunk had stumbled on the ethereal boy in the white, over-sized sweater and ripped blue jeans, his large eyes looking frightened and teeth digging into soft, pink lips, the older man had kicked his lips, expecting an easy lay. Of course, once he woke up, ropes keeping him spread-eagled on the cold, steel table, it hadn't taken him long to start crying and begging the lovely boy to spare him.

The delicate looking boy was now glaring at the limp figure, dissatisfaction filling him. His previously white sweater now had blood sprayed all over it, with droplets of blood in his tousled, grey locks. For some reason, he'd felt...wrong...all night. He couldn't seem to relax and enjoy his new toy's screams and tears.

Looking around him, his bored gaze flicked over the severed toes and fingers he'd carelessly tossed aside, and the ears he'd carved from the weeping man. Exhaling, he shook his head, running his bloody fingers along the clammy cheek of his victim, his voice soft as he pouted, "You know, you were already not being very fun, but now that you're all quiet, it's even more dull."

He continues speaking his thoughts, uncaring that the man is beyond hearing him at the moment, "This is usually really relaxing for me, you know? But lately it doesn't take the edge off like it used to. It's nothing personal, you screamed and cried just like you were supposed to. I don't really know what's changed. I mean, maybe I need some new tools to use on my toys, what do you think?"

His wide eyes look at the slack face of his prey, "Oh, how about a chainsaw?", he shakes his head, "But they're so loud, and it'd be so hard to use that and keep them alive long enough."

"Maybe I can get you a blowtorch for your birthday," a velvet voice interrupts from the shadows by the back exit.

His head darting towards the intruder, V inwardly curses. He'd been so lost in what he was doing, he hadn't paid close enough attention to his surroundings. "I see you followed me."

Jungkook looks idly around the room. "You shouldn't be out alone. What if the person targeting you attacked again?"

The younger grits his teeth. "I'm capable of taking care of myself."

The ravenette pokes at his inner cheek, "You didn't notice I was watching you all night. By the way, do you know how hard it was NOT killing this sack of sh!t when he started putting his hands on you??"

"I would've been really pissed off if you had, since that would've eliminated my playtime," V's voice is filled with irritation.

As the older walks around the room, dragging his fingers along the messy tools lying on the nearby bench, he nods, his voice light,"The fact I knew he was going to die anyways is the only reason I left him alive."

The silver haired boy huffs, a scowl on his face as he places his hands on his hips, "Look at me! Aren't you going to say something about what I did? I've been torturing this piece of crap for hours! Isn't it hard for you to see your gentle Taehyung like this?"

Jungkook turns to look at the other, his eyes inspecting the boy from head to toe. He takes in the blood in the silver curls, the angry chocolate eyes, and large, crimson-streaked, white sweater slipping off a slender shoulder. The contrast between his fragile appearance and the scarlet splattered all over him is macabre. A raven brow lifts, his lips thinning in disapproval, "You covered up my marks."

Mouth gaping open in shock, V's voice rises, "That's what bothers you about the way I'm looking right now?!"

The older shrugs, "Well, yeah. I told you not to cover them."

"Im covered in blood from a guy I've been torturing, and whom I plan on killing!" His voice is filled with disbelief and frustration.

The dark haired older looks calmly back at the assassin, "I told you before, I don't care about the things you do. If killing is your hobby, then so be it. It doesn't bother me. Innocent, twisted, gentle, violent...", his voice trails off as he shakes his head, "None of that changes what you are to me."

A harsh laugh escapes the younger as he approaches the ravenette, his head tilted in challenge, "And what's that?"

Jungkook gives a small grin, the back of his knuckles grazing along the silken cheek of the smaller, "Mine. My soul mate, my baby, my everything. Mine to keep, mine to protect. Just...mine."

V stares up at the older, wide doe eyes glossy with unshed tears. Lashing out, he delivers a vicious punch to the taller man's face, the force making Jungkook stagger. Reaching up, he wipes at his split lip, seeing the dark blood on his fingers. Taking a deep breath, he lifts steady jet eyes to enraged chocolate. "Do you feel better?"

In response, the younger delivers another strong punch, this time to Jungkook's stomach, knocking the breath out of the older and making him bend forward, only to have V's knee slam into his jaw, knocking him to the ground. Laying on the ground, he covers his head but doesn't resist as the younger man delivers sharp kicks to his ribs and stomach, choosing to accept the pain, until the blows finally come to a stop.

Uncovering his head, he sees the silver haired man has sunken to his knees, his head down and posture slumped. The ravenette has pain shooting through his jaw and ribs, and every movement hurts like a b¡tch, but still, when he sees the tears trickling down the cheeks of the bloody younger, he forces himself up to his knees. Crouching over the smaller, he gently cups V's face, lifting it up, worry swimming in him as he sees how shattered the boy looks. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you hurt?", his voice is filled with concern as he anxiously looks the other man over.

A bitter chuckle escapes the assassin as he shakes his head, pulling his head away. Taking a shaky breath, he sits back on his feet, head falling back to look blankly upwards, before pushing himself to his feet. Wandering back over to his still unconscious victim, he grabs on to the man's head and chin, quickly snapping his neck.

Standing, Jungkook doesn't take his eyes off the younger. V is standing over the corpse, his back to the ravenette, his shoulders looking weighed down. After a long, tense moment, he speaks, his voice so soft the older can barely hear him, "I know what they did to me that day."

For a moment, the other man doesn't register the words that float to him. When they finally sink in, they hit him with the force of a truck, driving the breath from his lungs. He swallows roughly as he watches the assassin turn to face him, his face drawn.

V's eyes are glittering with angry tears, his teeth clenched. "I've dreamt about what happened. I remember it. I also remember praying for Kookie to save me. But you weren't fvcking there! They pinned me down, they tortured me, they fvcking raped me, and YOU WEREN'T THERE!". He's screaming at the end, tears running down his face.

The mafia boss feels his own tears spilling over his cheeks, the pain of knowing he'd failed his lover so terribly clawing at his chest. He swallows hard, his voice thick with grief and guilt,"I know. You needed me, and I wasn't there." Taking a shaky breath, he cautiously steps forward, wanting desperately to hold the wounded boy in front of him, but afraid to make things worse. "I know I screwed everything up. I know it's all my fault. But I will never make that mistake again. I will never leave you again. I am so sorry, baby. I will do whatever it takes to earn back your trust."

The blood spattered boy watches the raven haired man move closer in front of him, his eyes large and tired in his face. As Jungkook steps closer, he feels V's hands reach and grip tightly onto his shirt, tugging him closer, before the younger slumps, laying his head against the taller man's chest.

As the bloody boy lay his head quietly against the wide chest of the older man, he allowed himself to relax, not flinching when he feels the strong arms wrap around his smaller body. His next action shocks the both of them, as he gradually lifts his arms and wraps them around Jungkook's neck, pressing himself tighter against the taller.

Jungkook doesn't care about the blood which covers the younger and which is now leaving crimson streaks on his shirt and neck. He doesn't care either about the fact his ribs and jaw are still throbbing, or the tears dampening the fabric of his shirt. He holds the silently crying assassin, his cheek on the tousled, blood spattered silver locks, and allows the younger to fall to pieces in his arms, the silence of the dark room surrounding the two broken men.

AN: Holy cow, more than 11k reads! I am flabbergasted! I never expected this story to get so much attention, but I am so grateful for all of you. I 💜 you!