[unedited]
[flaschbacks and very deep and sad backstories]

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Warm, golden light fell into the room and slow strokes caressed the side of the younger male's body. The action and the typical way of Jimin acting was totally different after he mentioned one of the weak points. Jimin could not talk about his past lover due to his tragic loss of this person, he just could not.

Jeon's knuckles turned white as he grabbed the velvet bed sheets and tried to analyze the situation. He could not understand the older in any way now, it felt very different.

"Why are you like this now? Is this part of your plan?" hissed the younger lowly and it almost did not reached the older due to the lack of volume in jungkook's voice.

The slow caressing stopped and the grip on jeon's wrist got stronger as the older pushed himself up, his muscles flexing under the warm morning light. "You still slept the whole night pretty smoothly and without any concerns and now here you are, trying to snuck into my business. But no brat, this is not a plan now." flares the older and slowly released the intense grip on the other's wrist.

The dark orbs slowly turned from the brown haired male away and focused on something else in the luxurious room, trying to avoid the analyzing eyes of the younger. Jimin looked so broken and vulnerable, it almost terrified the younger.

"I see now, you don't like to talk about this topic. I see." muttered jungkook under his breath and skipped his head slowly to the side. His skin hit the warm beams of the sun and a comfortable warmth kept crawling up his cheeks. It felt good and almost like home, it was a very calming morning and his fears seemed to disappear at this specific moment.

"That's something else. But where did you got this topic from? I know I cannot hide this now since my reaction. So you better spit it out." glared now Jimin and pushed his black hair back, leaving it still pretty messy on his head. Some strands of hair stuck out of his usual hair style and it softened his features.

"I cannot say that, no." muttered the young male as he slowly sat up, but shrinking down again due to the pain in his legs. He still felt the shot in his legs which he received long ago. "In pain aren't we?" grinned the gang member amused but his smirk vanished so fast as it came, realizing that this young male was sincerely hurt. "You won't move, I will call a doctor. I know you stupid self won't have taken care of that." groaned the older and he slowly stood up.

"You own me then, jungkook."

A gulp filled the room as the tattooist looked up and noticed the serious expression the older had. This did not mean any good but his wound really needs treatment. It is still a wonder to him how he ended asleep in the first place. Did he raped him during his sleep or did something else?

Questions kept on running through his mind and each question that cane was worse than the question before, making him sick to his stomach. What has happened that they both went to sleep so quietly? Was he poisoned or is this just a really good dream?

Quietly opened the gang member the door and stepped inside his master bedroom of his apartment, a grey sweatpant was the only clothing material that covered the older. "A doctor is coming soon but I think it won't be that bad since I did not shoot with real bullets mister." growled Jimin as he ran again his fingers through his messy bed hair.

"Still, we have plenty of time, so why don't you tell me where you got this topic from." frowned then older and his eyes brows almost touched each other due to the frown on the others face. "Like I said I won't say that and also why am I still here— more likely why did I fell asleep you asshole! You did something didn't you!" yelled the younger suddenly, taking the other by surprise.

"Geez, no I was more than upset yesterday and hurt due to the topic. I don't know where you got it from but if you would have listened to your own damn words you would now why I had a change of my mood!" yelled the gang member stressed back and pinched the back of his nose. "I cannot believe this!"

"After your spoken words, I know that I left you here and went into another room, trying to keep my cool after that..." confessed the older male and clicked with his tongue. "Still don't know what you said?" questioned Jimin with an angry undertone, making clear he is not amused with the tattooist right now.

A small sound left the tattooist's lips as a gasp left them. His brown orbs grew wide as he saw a poor deer get hit by a car, his breath slowly fastening and trying to reach another level of anxiety. "I mentioned you're dead girlfriend, didn't I?" questioned the younger and I made sense now. He did hit a weak nerve of the other, he did hit a weak point of one of the best gang members ever. He did that.

"You mentioned it and if you listen you know now that I am not pleased with that." whispered Jimin and he reached for something small on the dresser, grabbing his box of cigarettes.

"I did it out of pure anger and anxiety, I am here and feared of course for my damn life. I did hoped to get you to stop so that's why I said it and guess I have now a card in my hand." grinned slowly Jungkook and did hoped for more freedom or to escape this hell sooner than later.

A small flame flickered on top of the lighter and burned slowly the white paper as the gang member started to light his cigarette. A long inhale was followed by a long exhale and the smoke started to cross the warm golden sun beams as Jimin smoked his cigarette.

"I was never this brutal in my life, I only joined a gang in order to get my revenge on this bastard that is responsible for her not being on this earth anymore." started Jimin but he kept his eyes locked on the windows and tried to calm himself with the beautiful scenery outside of Seoul.

"And why would you know, come to me and keep me here? I mean, this is not a really great story to tell and I am sorry but I don't know why I am being held here and—" Jungkook started his sentence and his breaths started to gain weight. He felt like breathing felt difficult as someone was chocking his, but I he was chocked by his own emotions at this point.

"Kwang Solhyun."

Jungkook's own breath was stuck in his throat as he heard this name. His blood ran cold and he felt like vomiting. I cannot be. I cannot be her, why her? So this means that he and Jimin—

"We met before Jungkook. Seems like you forgot."

"Kwang Solhyun was your senior in highschool, wasn't she? You used to have actually a crush on her, didn't you? I still remember how your eyes stuck on me as you first laid eyes on me. It was very interesting." grinned the gang member for a short moment and he turned his head, his intense starte meet the brown puppy eyes. It seemed as cold and warm was completing each other.

"H-how but how! So you are responsible for her death!" yelled the younger in pain as he looked at the figure of Jimin. Single scares adores his toned and trained body. Some looked more intense as the other. It seemed as Jimin have went through a lot of fights in order to gain those marks.

"I am not responsible for her death! Everything went smoothly, why should I be responsible for killing someone I loved? Why would I..." Slowly and broken rolled the last words from jimin's plump lips as he spoke, his memories crushing down on him. The loss, the hate, the anger, the rage, the love, the tears he shed, the missing warmth— it came all back at once.

"I don't know why someone would have killed her but I am not the fault at this point! I used to say that all the time but no! I am not, I didn't know..." First of yelled the older before his words broke down into a sob again. He could not keep up with his tough side all the time. It was to hard.

A small breeze hit the bedroom and the welcoming warmth rushed through the gang members hair as he slowly slide down the door frame, trying to proceed his feelings and sort himself in this mess. He could not keep up now, he was too broken and too hurt. It hurt like hell. He knew he wasn't responsible for her death but does he still thinks so, even 5 years after her death.

"I-I— How— But Jimin-" started Jungkook but he couldn't bring his sentence back together. His own tears rolled down his rosy cheeks and his eyes shut down, trying to hold back the tears. Memory after memory plopped up as he thought about the young woman who lost her life back in her Highschool days. He used to look up to her. He adored her but her death came too sudden that Jungkook swore to himself that love isn't something that is great.

It is only hurting you. It hurts too much. I can't be bearable, you will die in the end if you love someone.

"B-but you were so different b-back than, I—I— How Jimin! I knew you seemed familiar but I tried to push those thoughts behind! How Jimin! Why haven't you said anything..." cried the younger now, his emotional pain took over his physical pain as he looked at the older and waited for an answer.

A low smile kept the gang member on his face. Single tears ran down his cheeks and is hair seemed even more messy than before. The sunbeams lighten his features and he seemed to glow in the sun but his expression as the total opposite of what the sun was representing. He was broken on his own and hurt even more as Jungkook.

"I don't deserve to be loved, didn't I?"

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hello everyone!
I am kinda back from death lol

I really wanted to include more of
jimin's backstory and as well
jungkook's in here— the twist
they met before!

well a lot happens between
the events and people do change.
I just feel sad for both of my babies :C

but Jimin opened up and talked to Jungkook finally so it maybe sad but it it's a progress!

also I do not I could've dirty scenes right now since I would consider it as rape or Jungkook would be seen with Stockholm Syndrome which  is not part of this story so sorry if I have to take it back a little bit I will come soon!

see ya!