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Heavy breaths filled the small room. The coldness hugged the brown haired male and his lungs burned like crazy. Tears rolled down his cheeks and sobs escaped the boy's lips. He laid his head against the cold wall and started to cry louder than ever before. Ever part of his body burned like crazy.

Dark dust filled the room and his shaking legs couldn't clam down. He was afraid, afraid that Park will catch him again. Clear were the tears and they ran down the pinkish cheeks from Jungkook. They were pink from his little run. He opened slowly his eyes and looked around. His vision was blurry from all the crying.

"I have to find my parents." whispered the brown haired male and searched for his phone. His eyes widen as he noticed that it was still in Park's property. A loud cry escaped Jeon as he noticed it. His body was weak and his leg was covered in blood from the shoot.

With a loud moan of pain got the tattooist slowly up and he propped his body with his pale arms. "It is even a wonder that I made it into my tattoo shop." whispered the brown haired male and he dragged his weak body to the door of his shop. The cooling metal calmed the boy down and he slowly placed the key in the hole from the door.

He didn't notice before that he had opened the door to get in.

The classic sound of the door echoed in the whole room and Jungkook took a step outside. He took a deep breath before he looked around to check if everything is okay. After this he locked the door to his tattoo shop. "I hope I never see him again."

With small steps went Jeon away and he wrapped his arms around his body to keep him warm in the cold side-street. The cold wind rushed through the side-street and it was painful for the young tattooist. He bit his lower lip which was covered in blood. "Mum I'm coming home." whispered the male.

Bright was the sunlight as Jeon came out of the dark city part from the capital of South Korea. Seoul shimmered in the golden light of the sun and it was really warm in the streets. Only the dark part of the city was much colder than the usual big city. Cars rushed through the streets and the train was very quite than usually.

The white expensive shirt that Jeon was wearing laid in his body. Jeon shook his head and he walked down the street to his parent's house. Happiness rushed through his whole body as he thought about his parents. Birds sang their melody and the trees rustled. The warm summer breeze came across the city and it warmed the male up.

A small smile laid on the blood covered lips from Jeon. His legs hurt painfully but he didn't wanted to stop. Actually he wanted to do the opposite. He wanted to walk faster.

Soon the brown haired male arrived at the one door he knew for his live. A laugh escaped Jungkook's lips and he rang the doorbell. His brown eyes sparkled in the golden sunlight and again his vision went blurry, specially when a familiar woman opened the door.

"Jungkook! Oh my Jungkook!" yelled the woman and hugged the male while clear tears ran down her cheeks. Loud sobs escaped the two humans and they pressed their bodies against each others. "Oh my baby." cried the mother from Jungkook. She hugged her soon and kissed his forehead. "Where-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence because she was crying, crying in joy and happiness to see her son again.

"I'm here now." whispered the tattooist and hugged the female body. The warm sunlight hit their bodies and warmed them up. The feeling of happiness rushed like drugs through their bodies. "I missed you so much." whispered Jungkook after a while of crying.

Slowly opened the mother the door amd let his son in. "mommie?" asked a high male as they both entered the corridor. Family pictures hung on the white wall and flowers were in a jar of class. Some pentels laid on the ground and the familiar scent of Jungkook's home was in the air.

Jungkook made his way to the other male voice and a loud scream escaped the baby's lips. Jungkook's younger brother rushed to him and hugged his waist. Loud sobs escaped the brown haired male. "Brother! You're here!" yelled the youngest of the family and rubbed his head against Jungkook's body.

Big was the smile that covered the bloody lips from Jungkook and he put his hands around his younger brother to pick him up. He kissed the forehead of his pure brother and enjoyed his scent. "Yes I'm finally here and I'm stay here." smiled the tattooist while he kissed both cheeks from his brother.

"You look tired my son. You should take a bath and than sleep." whispered the mother and a soft tone and stroked over the shoulder from her oldest son. The brown haired tattooist agreed with the idea. "Thank you mum." said Jungkook in a low and sleepy tone while he gave his brother to his mom. Both of them smiled brightly.

Dark were the spots under his mum's eyes. The tattooist knew that his mother couldn't sleep when he was all the days away. Without saying anything, Jungkook took his mothers face in his hands and placed a soft kiss with his lips on her head. "Thank you for everything."

With these words turned the victim of the gang away and went upstairs to get a relaxing bath. Jungkook opened slowly the door to the bath and went in it. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm golden light from the sun. The sunlight fell from the window into the bath and it reminded him of the luxury apartment from Park.

Slowly unbuttoned the tattooist the white expensive shirt with the red blood spot on it. He slowly took it from his body. His muscles hurt like crazy as he moved them a little bit. Jungkook flinched in pain. His pale hands opened the water, so that it can fill the bathtub up. The sound of his jeans filled the room and he was completely naked after this.

"It is so warm." noticed the tattooist and placed himself in the warm bathtub. A groan escaped the bloody lips from Jungkook as his muscles felt the warm water. "Ugh, so much pain." whimpered the brown haired male and closed his eyes until he finally sat down in the bathtub.

Golden was the sunlight which fell in the bathroom. It was warm and relaxed the victim. Slowly opened Jeon his eyes again and looked at the white blanket. His thoughts driven to the rough and cold gang member. Jungkook breath deep in an out as his thoughts driven to the scene where he was laying under the gang member.

,,No!" yelled the young tattooist and closed his eyes while a whimper escaped his lips. "Why are you like this?" asked Jungkook himself and tried again to relax in the warm bathtub but his thoughts were always about his biggest nightmare Park Jimin.

"I don't want this." spoke the tattooist out and smashed his fist onto the edge of the bathtub. The heavy breaths from Jeon filled the whole room and he looked up. The warm sunlight reminded him of the warm and soft moments he had shared with the mercenary.

"fuck!" yelled Jungkook and gripped hard the white edge from the bathtub. "How could this happen? Why is he so attractive to me?" This question filled Jeon's mind and he couldn't think logically about it.

A sigh escaped the bloody lips from Jungkook and he laid his head back. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts go. Maybe it wasn't that bad? His breath went faster and he tried to figure out which the mysterious person was which appeared in his thought.

It was a clear tick for the mercenary Jimin as he saw the big grin on the plump lips. He gulped loudly and tried to avoid those thoughts. "Why am I like this?" questioned the brown haired male and opened his eyes. The warm sunlight warmed his body up and it shimmered golden on the pale body from Jeon.

Slowly looked Jungkook at his leg which was getting hurt from Park. "Huh?" came from the brown haired male as he saw that there was nothing. No blood since it was washed away and the mist shocking thing is that there is no wound from the bullet. "Why does it hurt than?" asked Jungkook himself.

Without saying much placed the tattooist his leg back and tried to get a nap from the hard time he just had. Hours passed but Jungkook couldn't get a real nap since the bathtub was really comfortable. With a groan got the young male up and grabbed a towel after a while. He placed it around his waist and rubbed the water drops away which were rolling down his pale body.

Jungkook couldn't get a nap in these hours were he was taking a bath but he got sleepy through this. "I should sleep." muttered the artist in a slowly tone and placed the towel somewhere else. He went out of the bathroom and walked straight in his room. The legs didn't hurt anymore but Jeon was still in pain from the run he had today.

The brown haired tattooist opened his window and placed his sore and sleepy body on his bed. Soon he noticed that it wasn't that soft and smooth like Parks's apartment bed. It was much better for the artist.

Warm was still the breeze which entered Jeon's room and calmed the victim from the gang down. He closed his eyes and feel soon as sleep. Cute noises escaped Jungkook's lips and his weak body laid on the bed. He looked terrible.

Warm colors adorned the sky and the white clouds passed the ocean from warm colors. The trees rustled quitely and the warm breeze was cool and calm. The day passed slowly.

The sun disappeared behind the hills and they glowed brightly and golden. The sun adorned the bright sky until the night was slowly coming. Colder went the breeze and hours passed buy as the night appeared. The noise of owls filled the air and the bright stars sparkled in the dark ocean.

"Are you sure he is there?" asked a rough voice as a group of people entered one road. "I'm sure. He is so pathetic. Jeon is in his parents house. I don't even need for that my sensor." spoke the deep voice while he licked over his lips. The bright grin didn't disappeared on the plump lips from Park. He stroked over the black metal from his gun.

The car drove slowly into the streets until Park gave the driver a signal. "Wait here. I'll get him." whispered the mercenary and ran his hand through his black hair. "Good luck my dude." laughed the mint-haired male and patted the back from Park. "I don't need luck. I already own it, suga." grinned the gang member.

The typical sound of the gun filled the quite street as Park started his black gun. The cooling breeze from the night rushed through the street and the expensive clothes rustled a little bit. The black material suited the gang member perfect. It seemed that he was never on this road. He was one with the darkness.

Dark were the eyes from Jimin anf he looked at the family house from Jeon. A big grin was placed on his lips and he licked them again. He closed his eyes before he went closer to the big house. His shoes echoed in the street and he he couldn't stop grinning.

"Oh baby boy, you can't escape from me, Jeon Jungkook."

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a/n;

hey guess who finally
updated!
Yes my lazy ass Wuhu!

and it is even crappy!

the monsta x comeback
is killing me

send help!