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"...loving you is my sweetest sin and my heart will pay the price forever.."

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A/n's POV

The city lay still, bathed in the silver glow of the moon as it spilled through the balcony into the dark room. Smoke curled through the air, sharp and stifling, filling the silence with Taehyung’s quiet breaths as he dragged on his cigarette.

He stood in the shadows, an emotionless mask concealing the storm brewing within, watching, haunted, as he remembered the sight of Jungkook dragging Y/N away—and the way she had let him.

He’d stayed away for eight years, letting her believe he was gone. He’d given her freedom, time to forget him, to think he was dead. He had done all that to become the man he was now—a king, feared, untouchable. But the truth had clawed its way back to him, like a wound that refused to heal. She hadn’t just moved on. She’d built a new life—with his Cousin brother, Jungkook, had betrayed him, taken what was his, claiming Y/N for himself, raising a daughter with her, a daughter who had unknowingly pulled at the strings of his cold, dead heart.

His chest tightened, a dark, sick rage brewing as he thought of Jungkook’s hands on her, his lips on her skin, his touch claiming what was Taehyung’s alone. The mere idea sent a shiver of violence through him, the urge to tear apart the life they had built together, to make them both pay for this betrayal.

A knock at the door shattered the silence. Taehyung ignored it, staring blankly into the night. But Namjoon entered, unbidden, standing quietly until Taehyung finally turned, his gaze cold and hard.

“Did you get what I asked for?” Taehyung’s voice was barely above a growl, each word laced with a barely concealed threat.

“Yes, actually,” Namjoon replied carefully, holding out his phone. “Vincenzo knew Y/N and Jungkook personally. He got into her social media profile.”

Taehyung took the phone, his gaze darkening as he saw her name appear on the screen—Jeon Y/N. The sight of it, her name paired with his brother’s surname, twisted his insides, making his jaw clench. He scrolled through photos of their life together—her laughing with her called family,

Jiho and jiwon

Yoongi with sen

Jungkook holding Sen,

a young Sen smiling brightly with Jungkook.

Y/n with sen

Their moments

I  was a picture-perfect lie. She looked happy, but her smiles weren’t for him. She had given that part of herself to another man, to Jungkook.

He gave the phone back to Namjoon, his jaw tightening as he forced down the wave of possessive fury.

“People here think of her as Jeon Y/N, married to Jungkook, Sen’s mother,” Namjoon said cautiously, watching as Taehyung’s expression darkened. He hesitated, then continued. “It seems Y/N is close to Lucifer’s wife. She was the one who helped them when they first arrived here.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed as he absorbed this, his fury bubbling under the surface like a caged animal. After a moment, he turned, taking another drag of his cigarette, the silence stretching dangerously.

Namjoon spoke cautiously. “Are we…going back to Korea,?”

Taehyung turned slowly, his eyes like cold steel. “Why?” he asked, a mocking edge to his voice.

“Did you forget why we came here, hyung?” Taehyung asked as Namjoon pressed, his eyes holding Taehyung’s fierce gaze.

Taehyung took a last drag and crushed the cigarette under his foot, his eyes hardening. “I came here to get back what’s mine. My wife.” His voice was low, a growl that sent a chill down Namjoon’s spine. “Y/N belongs to me. I don’t give a damn about her choices. I don’t care who she thinks she is. She is mine, whether she likes it or not.”

Namjoon swallowed, sensing the dark obsession in Taehyung’s words. “And Jungkook?” he ventured, almost in a whisper.

Taehyung’s lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “My brother?” He scoffed, his laugh cold and dangerous. “I’ll take her from him, right in front of his face, and he won’t be able to do a damn thing to stop me. He’ll watch as I rip his little fairy tale apart, as I take back what was never his to begin with.”

The darkness in his eyes was unmistakable, a hunger to reclaim what he had once called his own. He didn’t care if she hated him for it. Her feelings were irrelevant; her choices didn’t matter. He’d come too far to care about anything except possession. And if he had to tear her world apart to remind her who she belonged to, so be it.

His voice dropped, a sinister promise echoing in every word. “I don’t care if it takes tearing down this city. I will have her back. No one—not even Jungkook—can stand in my way.”

Namjoon sighed, realizing that the Taehyung before him wasn’t the man he once knew. This was the cold, merciless mafia king, a man who’d stop at nothing, and Namjoon knew no amount of reason would deter him.

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Two days later

The heat of the midday sun hung heavy over the streets as Y/N stepped out of the salon, her fingers instinctively flipping the "Closed" sign on the door. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed in the empty hallway, and she exhaled a heavy breath, the weight of the past two days pressing on her chest. IU wasn’t with her today; she’d taken the children to their parent-teacher meeting. Y/N had wanted to go, but she had something else on her mind—something she couldn’t ignore any longer.

Jungkook had been gone for two days, no word, no explanation. His absence was deafening, and the house, once filled with laughter and chaos, felt eerily quiet. Yoongi had tried asking her if everything was okay, but Y/N could see right through Jungkook's lie—he had told Yoongi he was busy with something, but she knew the truth. He was avoiding her. He'd stopped asking about her, stopped even acknowledging her presence. And that hurt more than she cared to admit.

A long breath escaped her lips, and with a determined step, she turned, heading down the street in the opposite direction of home. She knew exactly where to find him.

The fitness club wasn’t particularly crowded at this time of day, and she was greeted by a few familiar faces. Jackson, the gym trainer, waved enthusiastically when he saw her. "Hey, Y/N! Long time, no see!"

"Yeah, I've been busy," she said with a soft smile, her mind not truly in the conversation. "Hey, has Jungkook been here?"

Jackson raised an eyebrow but didn’t hesitate. "Yeah, he's in the boxing field. Been going at it for hours. Not sure what's got him worked up."

Y/N nodded, already moving in the direction of the boxing area. She didn’t need to be told more; she knew what Jungkook was doing. He was escaping—just like he always did when things got hard.

As she stepped into the boxing area, her eyes immediately found him. There he was, his back to her, muscles rippling as he pounded the heavy bag with brutal force. Sweat drenched his body, his tattoos—especially the one Sen had chosen—on full display.

Her heart clenched painfully in her chest as she watched him, her gaze softening before she steeled herself.

“Why punch the bag when you have me?” she called out, her voice loud enough to break the rhythm of his punches.

Jungkook froze, his fist still raised in the air before slowly lowering it. He didn’t turn to face her, not immediately. Instead, he pulled off his gloves and sat down on the nearest stool, his posture rigid and distant.

She walked toward him, not caring that her heart was racing, not caring about the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She could see the tension in his back, the way his shoulders were hunched, but she couldn’t let it stop her. She stepped up in front of him, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her sports bra, knowing he would be there. She wasn’t going to back down now.

“Fight with me,” she challenged him, her tone demanding.

His eyes lifted to meet hers, his jaw tightening as a scoff escaped his lips. “What will I get?”

“What do you want?,” she questioned, her voice sharp, yet tinged with something deeper—something vulnerable.

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes, and he smirked. “If I win, you’ll give me whatever I ask for.”

She extended her hands, offering a challenge, but Jungkook didn’t take them. Instead, he walked toward the fighting ring, his feet light but purposeful.

"Bastard," she muttered under her breath, her words sharp with frustration.

Jungkook, ever aware of her, smirked as he heard her, the challenge evident in his eyes.

The area was nearly empty. A few stragglers were in the gym area, but no one cared about the drama unfolding between them. This was their fight. The only fight that mattered now. Y/N quickly slipped the gloves on, her movements precise, her mind set. She glared at Jungkook, who remained unmoving, his face stoic, as if he were waiting for something—anything—that would make him react.

They squared off.

The first few moments were a blur of quick punches and blocks. Y/N struck hard and fast, her fists flying with precision. Jungkook blocked most of them, but there was something different in her this time. She wasn’t just fighting him—she was fighting for something. For them. For the life they were supposed to have.

“Come on, Kookie,” she taunted as she landed a hit on his side, “you’re gonna let me win that easily?”

He grunted, dodging her next punch and delivering a counterattack that grazed her cheek. “You think this is a game, Y/N? You don’t get to just come in here and pretend everything is fine.”

Y/N’s breath quickened as she threw another punch, but this time, Jungkook sidestepped it, his arm reaching around her waist, flipping her onto the ground in one swift motion. She gasped, the impact knocking the air out of her, but she wasn’t done yet.

Before he could move away, she quickly shifted her position, locking her knee between his thighs and her hands around his neck. His eyes widened in surprise as she smirked down at him, her grip tightening.

“Dare to move and I’ll kick you so hard, Jungkook, that you won’t be able to walk straight for days,” she threatened, her voice cold and commanding.

Jungkook groaned, feeling the pressure building as she pressed her knees harder to his crotch. He knew she meant it. “What do you want?”

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Come back home with me.”

His eyes darkened as he struggled beneath her, the tight grip on his neck making it hard to breathe, but still, his resolve didn’t break. “No,” he growled, barely able to speak.

Y/N’s heart ached at the harshness in his voice, but she wasn’t backing down. “You can’t just leave us, Jungkook.Sen needs you!! Understand that.”

He looked up at her, their faces inches apart, their breaths mingling in the air between them. “Always Sen?” he asked softly, his voice laced with disbelief.

Her brow furrowed as she responded, “Huh?”

Jungkook took advantage of her momentary confusion, and with a quick twist of his body, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head. She gasped, the sudden change in position taking her by surprise, but her eyes never left his. His face hovered over hers, the distance between them so small, their hearts pounding in unison.

“What about you, Y/N?” His voice was low, dangerous, and full of demand.

Y/N swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat. She didn’t know how to answer him. The words were stuck inside her, lodged in the pit of her stomach, but they refused to come out.

“What about you, huh?” he repeated, his voice growing darker, his grip tightening on her wrists.

“I—I can’t...” she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips.

Jungkook growled in frustration, then suddenly released her, sitting up harshly. He threw his gloves aside, his chest heaving as he stepped back, clearly agitated.

Y/N lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath, the silence between them deafening. Her chest tightened as the weight of everything that had been left unsaid crushed down on her.

Before Jungkook could gather his thoughts, he heard her mutter something softly. “I need you too.”

His head shot up, his heart racing as she caught sight of him gazing over her, his eyes softening ever so slightly.

“Come back home, Kookie,” she pleaded, her voice a whisper, “Our home. The one we built together.”

Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He paused, his eyes flickering with emotion, and Y/N could see the conflict in them. “If you leave me again after everything... I’ll break,again.” she continued, her voice shaky now, tears threatening to spill. “You’re everything to me, Jungkook.I still can't say that I love you but I can’t lose you. Please, come back. This time not only for Sen, but also for me.”

A single tear slipped down her cheek, and before she could stop them, Jungkook was on her. His hands cupped her face, and without another word, he leaned in and kissed her. It was gentle, slow—almost like a confession.

For a moment, Y/N felt the world around them fade away. All the pain, all the years of confusion, the betrayal—it didn’t matter anymore.She has accepted him. This was where they belonged. Together.

But just as they were lost in each other, a shadow loomed from the corner of the room. Taehyung stood,

his heart shattering with each passing second as he watched them. His fists clenched, his jaw set tight as he felt the weight of their intimacy suffocating him. He had seen it all. The kiss, the words, the promises—and it broke him in ways he couldn’t begin to describe.

With that, Taehyung turned sharply, his body rigid with fury as he stalked away, his footsteps heavy and deliberate, as though the very ground beneath him might crack under the weight of his anger. He didn’t dare look back, but the bitterness in his chest churned, suffocating him. Every part of him screamed to lash out, to tear them apart for what they had done—but his silence was more terrifying than any rage could be.

His mind was clouded with thoughts of how she had slipped through his fingers, how Jungkook had taken what was his, and how he had failed to protect her. The way they had kissed—like nothing had ever mattered between them, like everything they had once together meant nothing. The betrayal was raw, burning.

"You snatched her from me, Jungkook... but I’ll snatch her back from you. No matter what," he muttered, the words dripping with possessiveness, dark and venomous. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, the heat of his anger flaring within him like an inferno.

And with that, Taehyung disappeared into the shadows, consumed by his rage, leaving only the chilling promise of what was to come. He was done waiting. The game had just begun, and he was going to take back what was rightfully his—no matter the cost.

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