I can hear this picture! Tae, my pumpkin skkssksk stop being so cute I am gonna eat him! 😠😤💜

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The same night, after talking on the balcony Taehyung and Jimin were told to go home as Jin was sleeping and there was no need for them to stay as nurses are there to take care of the patient.

Taehyung was reluctant in leaving his brother, continuously arguing with Jimin to let him stay over but the older refuse to give in to his whines saying he needs proper rest and sleep too before he gets sick and it will add to Seokjin's worry and affect his health.

It worked and Taehyung agreed after that.

They went home, it was still evening, they just got finished with the dinner which Jimin forced the younger to eat, and Taehyung constantly groaning he is in no mood to eat.

Taehyung had gone to his room to take some rest, a bit relieved and at peace knowing his hyung is back from his long sleep, one less thing to worry about was the big impact on his shattered heart.

Jimin was still downstairs, making coffee for himself, a phone was on his hand, fiddling, moving the device in his hand as the latter was contemplating if he should call his lover—ex-lover.

Well, he just thinks they were in the not right state of mind and anger spit it when neither of them meant it so he thinks they are not really over yet.

They need to talk and clear things out, Jimin felt like he should take the first step as he was the one who started the stupid argument and accused the other of something he wasn't even at fault for.

They were impulsive and this thing needs to sort out before they both hurt themselves more with this distance and misunderstanding between them.

Jimin knew the other is not yet there to feel what Jimin feels strongly for Yoongi, the deep love but he also knows that the mafia was sincere and genuine with him, he knows he doesn't mean to get rid of him.

They were just utterly stupid for arguing over in stressed situation and ended up being ex.

After all, he has all trust in himself, Yoongi can't resist him, duh!

His train of thoughts stopping in the middle when a soft knock was heard, he frowned, checking the time and thinking who was to be coming at this hour, though it's not late they weren't expecting anyone either.

He walked to the living room, crossing it to go towards the entrance and opening the door only to get his heart skips a few beats and his eyes widening for a few seconds because.

"Yoongi?"

There the latter standing at his house doorstep, eyes cold as ever, pale skin tainted by shadowy darkness under his eyes.

Jimin looks at him in surprise to see him here, Yoongi didn't say anything for the first few minutes either, just staring at his eyes, both had long eye contact, conveying many emotions through it, longing and sadness dominating both of their eyes before he blinked and clear his throat.

"Is Taehyung there?" He spoke, in his same low monotonous way.

Jimin flinched at it, not expecting the other to ask for his best friend, he thought he was there for them to talk it out and got so giddy at the thought.

"Ah ...um ...yes. In his room." he stammers, taken aback. "Why?"

"I want to talk with him" Yoongi replied curtly, deciding in visiting Taehyung himself to talk to the other because honestly speaking he can't see Jungkook breaking bit by bit every night alone into his room, longing for his heart's comfort.

He can't see his cousin breaking into shreds once again when he can solve this mess by putting some sense to both Taehyung and Jungkook's head.

He had been giving lectures to Jungkook who refuse to go and talk to Taehyung wanting to give him some space and time to clear his mind thinking it's what best for both of them.

In his opinion, it was ridiculous.

Now it's time for Taehyung to hear his lecture before he burst and yell at both of the stupid humans for hurting each other's when clearly there's no way to mend the two souls broken hearts other than combining them once again.

Jimin nodded his head and step aside, giving the latter the way to walk inside with his head cast down, gulping when he felt the other moving to get inside, the whiff of his strong cologne hitting him and making his head dizzy, first clenching, heartbeat rising immediately when he decided to put aside his ego and take the first step.

"Uh .. Y-Yoongi" he called for the latter who halted in his steps, back facing Jimin who closed the door and stands there, fiddling with his fingers in nervousness.

The mafia boss didn't reply, his eyes were at the front, he felt the other's nerves in his shaking tone but he chooses to stay tight-lipped.

"Um...can we—can we talk after you're done?" He stuttered, heart racing so wildly in his chest and stomach knitting in flattering sensation at the mere smell of the older oozing out of him, the familiar cologne that the mafia use, the one Jimin had gifted him.

It made him giddy all over his body.

Yoongi turned around a bit, he was standing sideways, moving his head to the side to glance at Jimin, his eyes were sharp and raw.

Hurt, sad, disappointed, and a little bit of anger present in his cat shape sharp eyes.

"Why? Want to blame me for everything again?" His words were sure harsh but they were filled with immense pain.

Jimin accusing him of everything, for the separation between Taehyung and Jungkook and on top of threatening to end their relationship for what? If something happens to Taehyung when he wasn't even at fault?

Just like that, so easily Jimin said they will be over if Taehyung got hurt like yoongi meant nothing to Jimin, like their relationship is placed at the mere thin thread of Taehyung's safety, if he will hurt, then they will be over.

That was what hurting Yoongi the most.

Sure, he knows Jimin didn't mean it but it doesn't mean the words that came out of his mouth didn't squeeze his heart painfully.

Jimin's eyes soften with guilt and sadness, he looks at the other with teary eyes, stepping a shaky leg forward to be closer to the mafia who looks away when he saw him coming closer but didn't move away, he stayed rooted in his place.

Jimin reached forward to grab Yoongi's arm, both hands curling around his strong biceps as he moves closer to him, so much that his chest touch Yoongi's arm.

The sight was so lovely and endearing if someone to see both male standings like this while the younger was trying to persuade the other, his mafia lover in sweet peeks and touches.

"I am sorry..." He mumbled, face close to Yoongi's arms his lips brushing over the Mafia's dress coat, the moment felt so weak and vulnerable.

Yoongi swallowed at that, eyes moving around in panic, his other hand which was inside his pant pocket fisted, he's too weak for the younger to resist this sight.

Different from his usual, bratty, and blunt attitude.

"I-I really didn't mean to hurt you like this..." Jimin was not acting this time, he was genuinely sorry for what mess he started in his overwhelming feeling of anger and fear, that's not an excuse for what he did which can justify his wrongdoings but this was the truth.

"I was just—just so worried for Tae...I didn't realize what I was saying..." He nudges the other with his chin booping on mafia's arm as he tightens his hold on his hand and biceps, being so small, no idea what it was doing to Yoongi's heart who was trying his best to not give in the temptation.

His eyes wide, innocent, and warm looking like a sad puppy. "You know how clumsy I am, right? I don't know myself what I am saying most of the time .. don't take it to heart, please...I am really sorry" He was still mumbling in a tiny voice, trying to coax his upset lover—yes, the lover he believes they are still dating and what they said was just utterly foolish.

"Forgive me, please..." He tried to appease the other, sweet taking to his ears and cute nudging to his arms to get the mafia to look at him.

Even though Yoongi as much to say, melted instantly the second younger decided to hold onto his arm for dear life, with cuteness dripping from his innocent face, only face though no one knows better than him about Jimin's little mischievous side.

Well, he was also a bit salty. Why not play hard to get when he still has a chance to see how much the younger affects him, he wanna try his limit.

So he did look at his side but not the way Jimin wanted to, he didn't want to see his cold eyes and blank face, a strong eyebrow raised towards him with boredom written over his attractive, handsome and charming, and glamorous face.

Not the time to drool Jimin!

"Are you done?" The mafia spoke coldly.

Jimin pouts sadly and oh god how hard it got for Yoongi to not just pull the younger by his waist, tilt his head to the side by grabbing the back of his neck and smash their lips together in a rough and knees weakening kiss.

Shit! this was harder than he thought.

"Yoongiiii..." Jimin though was stubborn, he can't take those sleepless nights crying out his pain, he can't take this unbearable longing and emptiness inside him, he just can't take this distance between them anymore.

He wants to be close to him, so close to touching the other's soul just like before.

"Don't d-do this to me please..." And here it goes, Jimin was sentimental and in real need of comfort, he was tired of putting up this strong demeanor when he was slowly breaking inside.

He needs the older—so much he was ready to beg for his forgiveness.

"I am so s-sorry..." His lower lip wobbles, Yoongi's fake pretense crumbles as he watches the younger looking down with teary eyes, and slowly pushes the mafia a bit to face his front and slowly step closer to curl his arms around older's waist, burying his face in his neck.

Yoongi blinked, hearing small sniffles and Hiccups muffled in his neck, he felt the wetness on his skin where Jimin's face was rested. "I-I won't do this a-again...I won't be this careless again, I promise! Please forgive m-me this time... don't leave me please...I-I love you so much..." He cried.

I love you so much more

Yoongi wanted to say but he stopped, not like this. He won't be confessing his feelings to Jimin like this knowing it meant so much to the younger, he deserves to be surprised by him but in a most memorable way.

Yoongi instead sighs deeply, closing his eyes, too weak for his liking but it was Jimin so he can deal with it.

He slowly secures the younger, wrapping his muscular arms tighter around his fragile shaking figure and caging him against his chest, protected and possessive.

"Shh, don't cry..." He murmured, finally in a tone which only is booked for Jimin, insanely soft, sweet, and loving. He nuzzles his face into his silky hairs, lovingly caressing his back.

"I am sorry..." Yoongi apologizes also, both were at fault and he should be apologizing for not understanding the younger's condition and instead lashed out at him.

Jimin sobs softly, nuzzling his face into his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of the other, loving the warmth radiating from him, the same soothing warmth he wants to sleep at his most tired and unbearable days.

The heavy sighs leaving their mouths when finally, the burden was lifted from their chest and there was nothing and peace and contentment at being back in each other's arms.

Relieved.

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Nervous.

Taehyung was fiddling with his fingers, resting on his lap. He was sitting on the bed, heels of his legs digging on the floor below him his head was cast down, eyes unfocused.

Yoongi was standing beside the door of Taehyung's room, leaning against the wall with folded arms and glancing at each other with the same emotion seeping out of them.

Awkward.

Of course, it's gonna be awkward seeing they were once boss and employee that too in a strip club, they weren't even civil to be in the room of the younger out of a sudden but right now being alone in a room which has to be done in Yoongi's defense was quite uncomfortable for both of them.

Though Yoongi didn't show it and he didn't mind it either, his only focus was how to make Taehyung and Jungkook meet each other so they can be freaking talk and clear this mess of tormenting pain and longing towards each other.

"Here"

Taehyung slightly flinched, he was fidgety already very nervous, and in his deep thoughts as to why suddenly the older, his ex-boss decided to visit him but he had a little guess why he must be here.

Taehyung looks up, his eyes wide and uncomfy, he sees the other's hand where he was holding the phone and sigh in relief internally, don't know why he got so scared.

He swallowed and stood up, going closer to take the device. "Oh, thanks" then going back to his place and sits on the bed, switching on his phone when he realized the battery was dead.

"Where did you find it?" He asks, honestly just wanted this awkward air around them to cease a bit, it was physically hurting to be in this position.

He curses Park Jimin inside his head nonstop flight for leaving him alone in the room.

"Jungkook gave me" Yoongi replied shortly, his piercing intense eyes focused on the smaller male who didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

"Oh" Taehyung let out, heart still manage to skip a beat at the other's name only although, he tried to ignore it as best as he can.

"W-Why he didn't came to give me?" Taehyung didn't know why he asked that, it doesn't mean he wanted the other to come and give him, no. Nor he was missing him or something close to that. It's just he wanted to keep the conversation and that's the first thing that came to his mind.

Jungkook still is dominating his thoughts even though he tries hard to not think about him much.

"He wanted to give you space" Yoongi responded, scoffing internally, both were dumb and dumber.

Taehyung owed and nodded his head timidly.

"Though, I don't think that's what you both need at the moment" Yoongi comments after a minute of silence.

Taehyung looks up at that and frowns, clutching his phone tighter as he met the other's intense gaze, Yoongi wasn't even hiding his dislike towards their boneheadedness.

"What do you mean?" Taehyung asks, looking at him questioningly.

"What I mean is, that you both need to fucking meet, sit down in one room and talk." Yoongi breathes out, his voice was calm but in nowhere he was calm from inside, his protectiveness over Jungkook who was killing himself from inside day by day in deep sadness and depression by drowning in his pain and misery, alone without letting anyone comfort him was making him pissed and worried.

Taehyung looks down at that, a frown was never leaving his face as he played with the device in his hand unconsciously.

"We're not ready"

Yoongi scoffed loudly this time. "Talk about yourself because Jungkook is dying to meet you." his words are a bit harsh but his tone was calm and collected, knowing it wasn't either one's fault but he can't help his worry towards his cousin who looks half dead already and he wants him to be back to what he was just a week ago, happy and in so much love and peace.

"He just needs your small-signal and then watch him running here in no time"

Taehyung is the only one who can save him from this darkness he was slowly drowning back to, Where there was nothing but his brutality and depressed self and Taehyung and Jungkook acting like they have all the time in the world to think and give space was nothing but utterly stupid of them.

He was frustrated.

"Do you have any idea how can this situation gets worse if you both didn't clear out this mess as soon as possible?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow at the slouched-up figure of the younger who's head was lowered to his lap.

"How you're doing nothing but hurting each other?" Taehyung didn't say anything but bites his bottom lip, he was getting irritated for everyone saying what he should do when all he needs is a little bit more time to think just because he's afraid he will hurt Jungkook with his harsh words again.

He doesn't want to, seeing those teary eyes filled with so much pain whenever he had to spit those ridiculous insults and unwanted harsh tone, he doesn't want to hurt the other again.

He's just afraid of doing it again, he needs time to collect his thoughts to practice what and how he wanted to talk and ask the other for clear explanations without getting angry and overwhelmed with emotions.

It's already eating him with regret inside from imagining those painful eyes of his lover.

"I-I need more time..." Taehyung muttered, his chest heavy and twisted with pain just the thought of Jungkook had him feeling sorrow inside his guts.

Yoongi was now getting mad, he rolls his eyes annoyingly. "I don't want to interfere between you both but seeing how if I don't do that you'll only gonna hurt each other more so my advice is you should really do that fastly before it's too late"

Now Taehyung couldn't hold back and look up with a spark of irritation in his eyes. "So what you want me to do? Call him and talk to him when I don't even know what I am feeling and what I should be talking to him?"

"But in this process of you, wasting days is doing nothing but giving him pain! You don't have any idea how much he needs you right now" Yoongi gritting his teeth, he doesn't want to yell but he was losing his patience.

"What about me then? I am not happy here either! This sudden truth had made my mind blank! I don't know what to do! I am also in pain!" Taehyung argued, he was so annoyed and frustrated.

"That's why I am saying instead of wasting time you should go and talk to him..." Yoongi said, this time a much calmer tone as he sighs deeply.

"I don't know what to talk to him! I need time because I don't know who to choose, what's right, and who's I am being unfair with! I have no idea what to do" Taehyung breathes out shakily, he covers his face with his hands, looking down and rubbing it harshly in stress.

"I-I don't want to give him hope by talking to him right now....I...I don't know who'll I choose...or What I will do..." Taehyung whispers, looking away, gulping down the lump in his throat.

"You don't need to choose, Taehyung..." Yoongi speaks, he stands up straight, walking closer to him, and looks down at the younger when he stood in front of him.

"You need to figure out how to balance them both without hurting anyone's feeling" Yoongi's hand twitch, he hesitated but his hand comes out of his pants pocket and slowly he placed it on Taehyung's head.

He realizes now why Jungkook is so in love with Taehyung. Why ye can't seem to live without him. The other is so innocent and pure, his intentions and heart are clear of any evilness yet he was the one who's the most horrible victim of this vicious world.

Life is always so unfair to pure hearts.

"I know it is stressing, you're hurt and overwhelmed but you have to think about it soon... this will hurt you and many others more who are related to it" Yoongi's voice was breathy, soothing in its way with the hint of softness.

"I don't want you facing the phase where you will be ready to make everything right but then finding out... it's already too late" Taehyung wipes his tears gently, the head was down as he was sniffling quietly to himself.

The feeling of other's warmth that emitting from his palm over his head so vivid, awkward but not uncomfortable.

"Because honestly talking...." Yoongi sighs deeply, looking into space with nothing but fear and deep worry in his blank cold eyes.

"Jungkook is losing.... this battle of constant pain and fighting for his happiness and the desperateness of keeping the one who's so close to his heart has him slowly giving up on everything." Yoongi swallowed harshly, his eyes stinging badly making it glossy when he desperately tried to not slip into the craving for letting his emotions come out without any restrictions.

"He's slowly slipping, Taehyung...slipping e-every moment of the day and I am afraid..." He trailed, chest so heavy and painful to breathe as he blinked his emotions to keep it inside. "There will be one moment when he will finally fall....fall to the depth of somewhere—where there's no coming back from no matter how much you begged and cry"

Taehyung gasped silently at that, instantly looking up at Yoongi as he shuddered, hands clenching into terror out of a sudden, his eyes were wide filled with confusion, questionable eyes yet there's was the uncertainty of what if he's thinking is the meaning behind those shaky words coming from the older's mouth.

Yoongi's chin moved as he gulped down through his painful pile inside his throat as he looks down, a small smile forming on his lips as he sighs, pulling away his hand from his head.

That was the least he could do to comfort the other, he doesn't know any other way.

"I hope you'll give a thought to my words and will take action as soon as possible..." Taehyung looks at him, staring into his eyes deeply, finding for his unanswered questions and confusions explanation, wanting to know what the other meant and wanting to confirm if what he's thinking is true or just his assumptions.

"Take care," The mafia boss said last time and turns around, his boot clicking as he left the room, leaving the younger one alone in his own deep worrisome thought, adding to his already stressful situation.

One thing that dominates Taehyung's thoughts now were the deep fear of certain someone's safety.

Yoongi came downstairs, his eyes landing on the figure pacing back and forth in the living room, nervously, and stands there for a while, he doesn't move.

Jimin noticed the figure in his peripheral vision and immediately turns towards it, his eyes were unconsciously a bit larger than normal as he took a small step closer towards Yoongi.

"So...Um...How it went?" Jimin asked, with a shaky tone and a lot of disturbing postures, seeing Yoongi wasn't saying anything just looking at him with those blank emotionless eyes.

Jimin swallowed, the gaze of his lover wasn't intense but it was just so long and unwavering it's making his heart beat ten times faster and it was so hard to contain the small little blush now coating his cheeks as he looks down biting his lips, can't take the unblinking gaze anymore.

Yoongi's facade wavers off, his jaw clenching, nose flaring, teeth-gritting, eyes twitching with the need to let out what is piled up inside him, and seeing the younger, his lover in front of him the mafia couldn't help but break his wall he was trying to contain for so long.

Yoongi moves closer, with big stripes towards Jimin who wasn't able to register as everything went so fast when the mafia reach to him, curling his arms around his waist and straight away buried his face in Jimin's crook of the neck.

Jimin gasped as the older tightens his arms around his waist, pulling up flushed to his chest where there's no place left for even the wind to pass by.

He blinked multiple times, feeling the other shuddering breathes in his neck like he was trying so hard not to break down but obviously failing when Jimin felt his neck getting wet from where the other was nuzzling his face gently.

"Y-Yoongi..?" Jimin called out, worried, confused by the other's sudden change of mood.

He was alright a moment ago what happened that made him this disturbed that he was forced to silently cry in his neck.

"Please, let me—let me hold you...j-just for a while.." Yoongi's voice was so little, so fragile and powerless that it twisted Jimin's heart painfully inside his chest.

He was fast in action when he returns the gesture and secure his arms around the Mafia's neck and hugs him closely giving him all the warmth and comfort as much as the other needs.

Yoongi only sighs at the feeling of Jimin's palm rubbing on his back and other one stroking his hairs comfortingly, it was enough for him to close his eyes and nuzzling his face deeper into his neck, feeling his filled heart heavy with emotions slowly dripping from his eyes in form of salty liquid and shaking him to his core.

How pent up his all emotions were that just the sight of Jimin had him breaking his wall in a blink of an eye and letting it all out without any hesitation.

Trust, he didn't know he would trust someone other than Jungkook in his life ever to show the side he rarely shows, even to Jungkook.

The sight he doesn't trust at all for opening up but there he is, holding Jimin for dear life because he's badly in need of attention.

Ten minutes.

He was calm now, light, relieved, contented and so much better currently.

Jimin didn't stop his careful affectionate touch, he was whispering loving words, kissing his ears and side of cheeks, again and again, hands lovingly massaging his head and playing with his hairs to soothe the other, letting him do whatever the mafia needs to find solace in him.

Yoongi pulled back a bit, not facing Jimin when he was trying to wipes his face with all the tears when he was stopped by a soft warm hand.

Jimin smiled, turning Yoongi's head towards him. "Let me do it" he muttered lowly, slowly cupping his cheeks and wiping his tears, noticing the wet lashes covering his bloodshot eyes and red nose even his cheeks were a little pinkish as Yoongi's skin tone was pale so little harshness can cause redness there and other was kept nuzzling his face into his neck.

He was endeared by the sight and couldn't help but to push Yoongi's head a little bit down and tiptoed to reach for his forehead and press his lips there, kissing it softly.

Yoongi visibly sighs out in contentment and his eyes close at the touch on their own.

"Feeling better?" He asked, still attached to each other's body, Yoongi's palm resting on Jimin's side of the waist while the latter's cupping the Mafia's neck and caressing his thumb over his jaw delicately.

Yoongi hummed, a bit embarrassed as he was trying not to meet Jimin's gaze making the latter chuckle and lean forward to peck his nose cutely.

"It's fine, Papi. No need to be ashamed of it. It was just me..." Jimin said comfortingly, the nickname coming out smoothly as he was now back to his boyfriend and wanting to cheer him up to ease his discomfort.

Jimin smiles in victory, seeing a small smile now dancing the older's mouth while he was looking away, sniffling from time to time.

Jimin giggles when the other shies away, pinching his cheeks as he moves the other's head forward to face him and pressed their foreheads together.

"Aigoo, look who's shy now" he cooed teasingly, his arms were again got back to wrap around his neck as heard the other scoff and pinched his waist in the discipline.

"Ow!" Jimin let out but giggles nonetheless.

After a couple of minutes of being in the same position, wrapped into each other's arms Jimin opens his mouth to clear out his last uncertainty.

"Papi?" He calls out softly.

Yoongi hummed, opening his eyes and looking at the other, so used to him calling with this that it felt so weird when Jimin was calling him with his real name before.

"Are we...good now, right? I mean...I..um we mhm..." he was cut off by Yoongi's lips meeting his and there it goes, the butterflies wilding inside both of their stomach and hearts beating in a rhythm.

Jimin was shocked, gapes but smiled in the kiss, closing his eyes and loving the soft kiss Yoongi was trying to initiate, not rough like usual, nowhere passionate and desperate. Just slow, careful, and affectionate and Jimin might be just hoping for something big but he felt like the other was pouring his love into this touch.

He pulls back, Yoongi stare at him now a smile softer than anyone has ever seen as it is only booked for Jimin and pressed their forehead again.

"Do I have to tell it in words or it is enough?" Yoongi asked, voice gentle and breathy.

Jimin smiles, a bit shyly but happiness and relief oozing out of his eyes like millions of stars as he shakes his head. "No, I get it"

Yoongi smiles and hummed, closing his eyes again, and sighs out a big relief of emotions finally not burdening it with their weight and piling up inside him.

He felt free.

"I have to go... it's getting late" Yoongi murmured, his hands though rubbing Jimin's side not ready to let go just yet.

Jimin sighs, observing the other's features and his gestures when he softly played with his hairs on his nape.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He offered, a tilt in his head as he looks at his boyfriend softly with inviting eyes that tells him he's ready to come if he wants.

Yoongi looks at him, the offer looks so tempting as right now he was in no mood to leave Jimin from how comforting it is to only hold the other and be close to him. "But what about Taehyung?"

Jimin sighs. "We have talked already, now Tae has to figure out himself what he really wants. For this, he needs space and alone time to be able to think. I don't want to keep pushing him into something he's not ready for yet. I know him better than anyone"

"Plus, just as Tae is so important to me... you're also very important... I want to be there for you just like I am there for him..." Jimin caressed his cheeks, smiling at him softly as he reaches forward to peck his lips.

Yoongi felt his heart swelling with love and adoration, he never felt this before but right now he's just loving what he has in his life, he's loving how Jimin is his and he took pride in it even though the other sometimes get so annoying but who's complaining?

It keeps his boring life entertaining what more can anyone ask for.

"Fine" he agreed wholeheartedly.

"You're so adorable you know that my kitty, Yoongi poongi?" Jimin teases in a baby voice.

"Jeez stop with this cringy name!" Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Are you calling my feeling cringe? Really Papi?" Jimin widens his eyes in disbelief.

"Well, here it comes..."

"What?"

"Your dramatic ass!"

Jimin gasps loudly as Yoongi spanks his bubble bum twice.

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"Where... where...where..." The leader mumbled to himself, his eyes squinting shut tightly, hands turned into a fist and hitting on his forehead lightly, trying to run his mind as to remember something he was forgetting.

The file of the patient, Kim Seokjin was placed on the shiny wooden desk in his office, it was open and has all the details about the said male and his medical reports copy with a small picture attached at the top corner.

His forehead relaxing, hands stopping in the middle and his heart stops for a second when suddenly his head runs and it pulls him back to the past, the memories, the voices, the smiles, and the sweet serenity.

"What's happening here?" A tall male comes out in the view of the annoyed customer frowning and cursing quietly while shaking his coat which was stained with the strawberry smoothie and a guilty waiter looking down with worry.

The waiter turns back towards the tall male with broad shoulders and a handsome face, so manly and beautiful it can take anyone's breath away.

Just like the cursing male who looks up, ready to complain about the irresponsible behavior of the waiter who accidentally threw the tray over his coat when he was going to stand up from his seat.

"Teach your waiters how to work properly! He threw it on me, I have a meeting!" Namjoon said, sighing deeply, trying to wipe the sticky liquid from his coat.

He was more annoyed because he has an important meeting in just ten minutes and his coat was now ruined by the waiter's clumsy ass who didn't see his tall figure.

Namjoon glance up at the one he thought was a manager with a grimace when he double take and his hand slowly stop wiping his coat, eyes stuck towards the one standing in front of him, talking to the waiter who was explaining how he slips and accidentally threw the tray over the customer.

Thump....thump...thump...

So weird.

Namjoon couldn't move, he has seen many beautiful people's in his life but never has he ever had seen someone looking so attractive and enchanting, catching his breath directly down from his throat.

Seokjin sighs and patted the waiter, as kind as he is, he sends him off and turns towards Namjoon with a polite and somehow guilty smile as he bowed a bit.

Not at all fazed by the other's intense stare as he was used to people falling over his looks and going into another dimension by his attractiveness and sighs out his sincere apology.

"I am deeply sorry on behalf of the waiter's careless attitude, sir." His voice smooth, calming, soothing sending Namjoon to another pit of heaven where nothing but calmness surrounding his whole being.

Shit, this was bad. How can he react so easily to someone's attractiveness? It wasn't at all like him, he wasn't used to reacting to a situation like this where he looks like a freak staring at the handsome male with gawking eyes finding any flaws but there was none.

His heart skips a beat.

And at that moment Kim Namjoon, the mafia leader of the world's largest gang found out he was doomed and fucked up.

"Ahem! Sir?"

Seokjin cleared his throat to get the other's attention away from his face, somehow the other looking at him with those eyes which are cold, emotionless but so innocent on their own had him feeling nervous inside him because he was one hell of a handsome and dashing male, looking so charming in his black dress attire with slicked raven hairs parted in the middle to showcase his strong and sharp face.

It's like the dress was only made to be worn by the taller male who had muscles bulging out of his coat when he moves his hand to wipe the smoothie.

Namjoon snapped out of his trance and stands up straight, clearing up his throat awkwardly as he reached for his tie and loosen it a bit around his neck as he suddenly felt hot and bothered, shame for staring at the other beautiful person like a creep.

"What should I do of your sorry? I have a meeting in ten minutes and my coat is no longer looks presentable to be attending it anymore" Namjoon voice out his worry, getting tired to clean it up when it was all messy.

He steps back a bit and pushed the coat off of his shoulders and pull it out of his arms, the scene was itself looked so intimidating and hot that it forces Seokjin to gulp down his saliva as unconsciously his eyes trail towards the other's wide build chest, his strong arms where the sleeves were fitted and poking his muscles out and he noticed black ink decorating his arms and upper chest.

Well, don't mind Namjoon if he felt smug when he caught the other staring at him and decided to open his sleeves button and push up his sleeves until his forearms, showcasing his tattooed veiny arms, so strong and muscular.

Seokjin looked away with a clearing of throat, tried his best to cool down the sudden hotness on his face while frowning, don't mind him. He's a man appreciating the other men's physics nothing else.

Not like he suddenly felt attractive toward the taller, not at all.

Namjoon smirks.

"Now what should I do?" He raised his eyebrow at the clearly flustered male and digs his hands in his pants pockets, an expensive watch adorning his veiny wrists, making him look so Dominant and fierce.

Seokjin's eyes moved towards the male once again as he regains his posture, heart running in embarrassment as he sees the teasing glint onto the other's sharp eyes.

"There's a mall on the next street from here, you can go there and buy a new one. We will pay for it" He offered, a professional tone and action as he looks the other's expression turning into amusement.

"Nevermind, I can buy it with my own money. Be careful next time, not everyone is soft heartened like me" Namjoon grabbed his things as he smirked at the other, his coat was so expensive the other maybe don't realize it.

Seokjin scoffed and folded his arms over his chest and muttered. "Thanks for your kindness"

"My pleasure" The mafia winked, moving closer to the other making Seokjin's breath hitching for a second but calm when he saw the other just picking up his office bag from the chair beside him.

Seokjin's cheeks unconsciously coated with pink hue as he looks away, breathing in the intoxicating scent that oozing out of the other when he was just inches away from his face.

"Have a nice day" Namjoon walks away from there, looking at the gorgeous male with a charming dimple smile on his face.

Seokjin breathes out when the male went away and rubbed the area where his heart was erratically beating to calm it down.

"Jeez, one day this beauty gonna make me lose my breath for real... everyone gets lured to me like a bee to honey" Seokjin muttered to himself, shaking his head and walking back inside the kitchen to handle his multi work.

Not knowing the charming male pretend to stand closer, busying himself in his phone, and had listened to his murmur, chuckling in amusement.

Namjoon's eyes open widely, the memories rushed through his mind, foggy but they were enough to make him remember everything.

Remember how after that day he uses to go to that cafe every day even just for ten minutes as he was so busy with a lot of work, just to get a glimpse of the other beautiful male who had captivated him in his spell that he couldn't think about anything other than his face and flustered cheeks.

Also, remember how Seokjin was so shocked to see him again and again in the cafe and how after two weeks of Namjoon continuously staring at him with his dimple smile which Seokjin won't admit yet but he was used to feeling butterflies on his stomach at the charming attractive male they had sat on the table and had talked for an hour.

If Namjoon wasn't putty in the male's hand already then now he definitely was, his eyes seem to not leave the other who talked and laughs that had Namjoon feeling his heart skips beats after beats.

This happens like this for two months, they won't talk every day but only when Seokjin was free or he was being generous enough to give attention to the handsome male who only looks for his eyes that had him whipped and putty in his hold.

But then suddenly one day Everything stop, one day when Namjoon went to the cafe like he usually does he found out Seokjin didn't come to work tonight, he was disappointed since he really felt the genuine attraction towards the other and wanted to take a step to ask for his number because two months of catching eyes and sneaky smiles and blush he thinks the gorgeous male would be comfortable enough to give him his number.

Since Seokjin played hard to get he wasn't giving him his number easily when Namjoon was trying to convince him for it, he knew the other was teasing him and wanted him to try harder if he really wants his number and the mafia had no issue as long as the other is giggling at his grumpiness for not getting his number at the end of the day.

He remembers how he had decided to go the next day when he got the shocking news, Seokjin left the cafe and now won't be working here anymore.

When he asked for a reason, the owner refuses to tell him.

He remembers how hard it was to forget the other male and how disappointed and a little sad (actually a lot sad but he won't admit it) that Seokjin didn't even leave a number for him, not even a message for him for his sudden absence.

He thought the other was also interested in him and that this wasn't only flirting but something more, something serious but guess he was wrong.

And yes he was wrong! Because Seokjin didn't leave him, now looking at the medical reports in his hands, the date of when he was first admitted to the hospital.

The same date where they had last met in the cafe.

"Jin..." Namjoon muttered, a small smile forming on his lips, his heart unknowingly skips a bit.

"... How much I've missed you...you've no idea" his eyes stare at the passport size picture as he caresses his fingers over it, eyes that hold many emotions that can't be described through words.

But then his eyes twitch, jaw clenching hardly, hands fisting into a tight hold and heart scream in pain and fire burn through his whole body when he realized something.

"You were that family that had faced their cruelty." Namjoon's eyes turn into glare, his hands shaking from how much fury suddenly filled his system.

"You're going to regret your existence! I am gonna kill you mercilessly!" He breathes out with gritted teeth, eyes could pierce through anyone's skull from how sharp and anger-filled it was.

He picks up his phone, dialing a number, and waited for the other to pick up.

"Hello, Mr. Kim. Have you decided already?"

Namjoon looks at the file, staring at the picture of Seokjin he uses to adore in the past, remembering his screams of terror and please of mercy when he was woken up from the nightmare in the hospital that had burn agony inside the Mafia's heart.

He wasn't going to leave those bastards until he won't be satisfied with them, they will get the most painful death and he will make sure of it.

"Mr. Kim?"

"I will take Patient Kim Seokjin in my supervision." He announced.

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Sweat.

Whimpers.

Loud breathes.

Trembling figure.

Racing heartbeats.

Taehyung mewls in fear, head moving side by side, tears were sliding down to his temple, sweaty hairs sticking to his forehead, chest heavening up and down fastly, his eyes closed shut as nightmare run through his unconscious mind.

"Petal? When one day I will be ready to tell you what I am hiding...will you—will you understand me?"

"I promise I will try my best!" He had sworn.

"D-don't ever leave me, please...You're all I have in my life as my family. My one and only family"

"I promise. I'll always be there and will never leave you, no matter what" another promise he had broken.

"Never forget my love for you, petal. It is real and deep, I love you dearly just....just remember that always, hm?"

"I know that, baby! No one can love me as you do...I'll never in my dreams imagine a life without you!" He had said with great confidence and trust.

"I-I am not ready to t-tell you yet...."

"I understand"

"D-Don't ask me! I-I can't－can't lose you...you hear me? I can't lose you! I'm...I'm scared, petal. I can't live without you! Don't force me or－or I will l-lose-lose you!"

"But you still lost me..."

He had said when he promised to understand his baby and told him to never leave him, he promised that he will always be there for him no matter what yet he jerked him away when he wanted to be close to him when he was scared with his mind's darkness that only Taehyung, his petal was able to lighten it with his smiles.

He had broken all those promises that Jungkook desperately wanted him to not break, he had broken the other's trust also by forgetting about all his vulnerability when he wanted time to be ready for this big revelation, the truth Taehyung dreads with his whole being.

"You told me you'll understand....you promised...but look here you're so far away from me when I need you the most"

He heard Jungkook saying this to him, standing in the darkness of the room, only a small bulb to enlighten the surrounding but he can see nothing but him standing there, with tears streaming down his face as he was vulnerably looking at Taehyung who was standing opposite to him in the same room.

"You said you'll be there...where are you?"

Taehyung's breath hitching, eyeballs moving under the closed eyelids as beads of sweats decorating his face like pretty pearls on the foggy mirror.

"Look... W-What you're making me do..."

Suddenly Jungkook was sitting on the corner, curled up body press against the wall, his legs bunched up closer to his chest while he was holding a sharp knife in hand.

"No... K-Kookie...." Taehyung's veins pulsing in tension, terror sheer inside his heart, the bed sheet under him soaked with sweats, he was crying badly in his sleep.

Jungkook looking at him with his broken blank eyes, so empty yet so raw that sorrow and agony dripping from them, sliding down to his cheek in form of small pearls.

"I love you, petal...I called you my heart for nothing....now tell me when I don't have my heart...how will I live?" Jungkook's voice was faint, weak, trembling as he sobs softly, looking directly towards the frozen figure of Taehyung standing in the center of the darkroom.

"I am so alone...so empty...so in pain without you..."

Taehyung cried, wanting to move his legs, go closer to his lover, and hugs him tightly, tell him he's not alone and will be there from now on, that—he'll not break his promise this time.

But it was too late.

"Petal...I am sorry..." He sees Jungkook placing the knife close to his wrist, hands trembling, sobbing, body shaking with utter madness and pain surging in his curled up body when he lastly looks at Taehyung and smiled softly, so lovingly that it took his breath away.

"No...b-baby no...No! Don't... don't do it! No! No....baby .." Taehyung was mumbling, slight shouting in his sleep, thrashing around the bed, wanting to go closer to stop the other from taking his life, stop him from doing something which will kill Taehyung from inside and he won't be able to forgive himself if he loses Jungkook.

But just like Yoongi said...it will be too late when he will realize the worth of the other.

"...sorry for e-everything" and there goes, Jungkook digs the sharp knife on his wrist, cutting the vein there and loads of blood starts gushing out of the deep open cut.

Blood, so much sickening blood.

Another death, someone close to his heart.

And again... he wasn't able to save them...like a coward.

Again...he was empty and alone.

Again... He was too late.

Jungkook eyes closed slowly, a small loving smile dancing on his lips as he stares at Taehyung with his half hooded eyes full of love and adoration for him, full of regret and sorrow, full of agony and desperation, full of disappointment and wants, full of hope for a second chance yet his life was slipping fastly and out of sudden as expected...

His heart stops beating...

He was dead.

Dead without his heart close to him.

"JUNGKOOOOK!!!"

Taehyung screamed, open his eyes, and sits on the bed, eyes so wide and filled with horror, heart thumping so loudly and fastly against his ribcage he can feel the vibration throughout all his body parts, shaking, crying hysterically.

He covers his mouth which was drenched in sweat and tears, so much that it looks like he just came out of the shower, hair clinging to his forehead, shoulders going up and down through his loud breathes, huffing, sobbing in madness as he covers his face.

"No! No! No! Kookie! You can't leave me! You can't leave me! Baby! Come back! Come back!" Taehyung's body shook with terror, panic and so much agony as Jungkook's limp body, the sight of horrific blood didn't get away from his mind, his words, innocent questions, vulnerable plead, and unbearable pain tore his heart to the core of beyond any repair.

"I am s-sorry! Sorry please come back! Come back! I will—I will keep my promise this time! I will! Please come back, baby! I love you! I love you so much!" Taehyung cried, sobbed, desperately wanting to be in those arms of his baby where it is his safe place, his warmth that no one can beat into making him feel so loved and wanted, make him feel safe and special.

He wants him, needs him. Jungkook can't leave him like this, he can't.

He rushes to move, swinging his legs from the bed to the floor, and hastily reached for his charging phone on the nightstand.

In his haste, his hands trembling badly, heart racing with the desperate need to hear the other's voice, the lamp knocked over and fell on the floor.

He dials Jungkook's number, with trembling fingers and blurry vision, so hurried, agitated as he paced around the room, crying each second the ring goes on and dread filling him up to the brim the late Jungkook do to pick up.

Finally—finally he picked up the call and Taehyung can hear the confusion when the other uttered his name from the further side.

"Petal?"

Taehyung stuttered, broken down into a fit of cries when he heard his voice, his warm soft voice he missed so so much he didn't realize how much Jungkook's absence had affected him.

"Jungkook! W-Where are you!" Taehyung tugs on his hair strand, pulling them harshly in his panic state, he can not think about anything but to see the other in front of his eyes, safe and without a scratch or mark on his skin.

"Petal? What's wrong?" The mafia stands up from his office chair, he was working late at night to distract his mind, the worry filling him up at his petal's tone which sounds so terrified.

"Don't—Don't do that! Please Please Kookie, don't do t-that!" Taehyung sobbed, crying hysterically as he bends down, legs felt like jelly.

"Hey, pup. What's wrong, huh? Calm down first, petal" Jungkook grabbed his jacket, his car keys from the wooden desk to rush outside the office, so worried and fear-filled thinking he wasn't safe and wanting to reach there vastly when he stopped abruptly.

Was he even allowed to go there anymore? Was Taehyung even want to see him?

"Don't do that, Koo....please... don't..." Jungkook frowns, so uncertain and perplexed at the desperation in his heart's tone.

"Petal...can I....can I—" he hesitated to ask, pile forming in his chest as he was so nervous and scared.

"Come to me.. please Kookie come to me...I-I wanna see you! Don't leave me! Come here please please I beg you...come here..." Taehyung fisted his shirt against his chest, so heavy and agonizing pain surging inside his body.

Jungkook instantly takes a move and sprinted downstairs outside the mansion and into his car.

"I am coming! I am coming petal! Calm down, I will be there in no time, huh? Wait for me!"

Taehyung didn't reply and just kept crying, it worried Jungkook so much he couldn't think about but to just teleport there and embrace his frightened heart who was crying in madness.

He didn't waste time and starts the engine, pushes the accelerator and a screeching sound echoed around the area when he left in speed.

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Fifteen minutes.

Frantic knocks were blaring inside the house, the doorbell rings, and the voices of the panic mafia leader were heard inside calling for his name.

Taehyung stops abruptly when he heard the noises, taking stuttering breathes as he wipes his tears harshly and stands up shakily, sudden energy entering his soul when he heard Jungkook's voice and rushes downstairs to open the door, the world around him stops, everything freezes, only the faint heartbeats which were slowly increasing their pace at the view of the older in front of him.

Seeing the mafia leader standing there with rigid eyes and breathes as he ran for his life with fear and worry evident on his features, the younger was out and couldn't breathe anymore.

Taehyung stands there, watching, staring, observing the other when being there for a few minutes he was able to move his frozen body and he reaches forward, grabbing Jungkook's wrist, hastily pulling him inside, and shutting the door behind him.

Jungkook was surprised, shocked even at the sudden pull, and felt tingles on the spot his petal's warm hands touched his skin, it's unbelievable but that's how Taehyung affects the mafia in the most unbelievable ways.

He looks with frowning eyes to the younger who turns back to looks at him again after locking the door.

Taehyung's eyes were still teary, chest so heavy and filled with unbearable pain there, the mind was still to the vulnerable state, lower lip wobbling gradually as more time passes of him staring at the mafia, chest heaving back and forth fastly as his rigid, fear-filled, worried eyes with horror written over his face look through Jungkook's face.

Worried about his lover's condition Jungkook felt his heart sinking to the deepest part of the hell hole as he opens his mouth to ask for his sudden call, getting anxious.

"Petal...what happened?" He spoke with a shaky uncertain tone, not knowing how to talk to the other seeing they weren't on really good terms in their relationship—he doesn't even know if there's any relationship left for him to call one.

Taehyung though acts like he didn't hear what he asked as he jumped forward in front of Jungkook, suddenly coming out of what state he was at hearing Jungkook's voice.

"You...you...I ...saw that...you..." He stammered, doing hand gestures, mind nowhere at right state to utter a proper sentence while his heart was beating so loud, fast, and harshly against his ribcage as he grabbed the other's hands hurriedly, his actions were so fast and unpredictable Jungkook flinched at the touch once again and sees as the other pushed up his jacket sleeves until his elbow.

The mafia felt the tremble of Taehyung's hands which were holding his arms weakly in his hold, can hear his blustering heartbeats, and almost feel his tears falling onto his wrist when Taehyung was slowly pushing his sleeves up.

There was nothing, tattoos covering his whole wrist when Taehyung rubbed his thumb shakily over the area he saw Jungkook cutting himself in his nightmare.

He doesn't believe it was just a nightmare when everything looks so real and heart-wrenching he could feel himself suffocating.

Taehyung wasn't satisfied, he drops his arm and moved to the other one doing the same by rubbing his fingers over his wrist to feel if there's any cut but there's none, only smooth skin under his fingers.

He was still filled with so much panic and terror.

A choked sob leaving his throat as he looks up towards the older who was confused as ever for the odd behavior of the younger who was looking at him with those teary eyes leaving a trail of tears and tears, looking so broken to the core.

"Petal?" He was so worried.

Taehyung sobs, he steps closer, eyes never once leaving Jungkook's figure since he opens the door, his hands going towards his build chest as he hurriedly tries to open his shirt buttons. "You—You're fine, r-right? You didn't—didn't hurt yourself, huh?" He asked, stuttering badly, trying to form words but his throat was clogging upon him.

He just wants to see with his own eyes all over the Mafia's body to confirm, he was okay and that he didn't hurt himself.

Most of all he wants to confirm if he was alive and what he's seeing right now is not a dream, he fears his nightmare ended up being a reality.

He was unable to comprehend between a nightmare and a reality, his situation was this fragile.

Taehyung rubbed his hands all over his upper chest, arms, wrist, trying to see any marks but there was nothing, trying to see any blood anything that can hint it for his fear being a truth but Jungkook was fine and there's was nothing.

He still didn't believe it, he just couldn't.

Taehyung sobs loudly, hitting his fist weakly to Jungkook's chest, crying in madness. "How dare you! Huh?! H-How dare you!" He yelled between his cries, hitting him repeatedly.

"What—What if something h-happens to you, huh?!" He shouted, looking up at Jungkook with fury, so much anger and fear.

"What will I do?!" He screamed, hands stopping and coming up to his mouth, fisting around it as he steps back, the other hand fisting his shirt against his chest.

"Petal, please calm down! What's wrong?" Jungkook was desperate, defeated, doesn't know what to do.

Taehyung only shakes his head, looking down, his hands fisting around his mouth as he muffled his gut-wrenching sobs there.

"Noooo! I-I almost lo-lost you!!! I..I...you...knife...cut" he couldn't make a word but a broken sentence between his panic state.

Jungkook stood there confused watching how Taehyung lost the balance and fell on the floor, screaming, crying hysterically, he lost himself, he wasn't able to come out of that nightmare which had shaken him so bad he wasn't able to differentiate between dream and reality.

Taehyung clung to his shirt, tears seem endless as they just kept rolling and rolling onto his rosy cheeks, unable to stop them.

"What if...What if s-something have—have happened to you....how—how would I have lived?" At this point, Taehyung was only whispering to himself but his voice was loud enough to hear by Jungkook who slid to the floor in front of Taehyung.

"Pup! My heart, look at me." His voice was frantic at first but got soft as his own eyes filled with desperate tears.

He was weak, he was so weak for Taehyung he wasn't able to help but feel the other's pain in his chest, double the younger might be feeling, he was just so weak for his tears.

Taehyung was forced to look up by warm palms cupping his cheeks, his vision was blurry yet he knew by the warmth that it was his lover being in front of him.

Taehyung couldn't stop himself, wailing, weeping in madness as his heart was so harshly beating it was physically hurting him, his ears were ringing loudly, hands trembling, numb but veins pulsing with fear, sheer terror.

"Why....." Taehyung desperately pleads. "Why did you—did you do...do that...huh? Not even once you—you thought about me, huh? How? How will I live without you, huh? Why you didn't listen to me! Why did you kill yourself!!!"

And it dawns upon Jungkook finally that the Younger must have seen a nightmare and was traumatized by it thus he was acting like this.

"I told you to stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! But you didn't listen! You didn't listen, Jungkook! Why you never listen to me?! Huh?!" Taehyung yelled, looking at him angrily, glaring, scolding, hitting him with his fist, digging his nails into his wrist where he was cupping his cheeks.

He was still crying but a frown of anger and worry on his forehead evident.

"I am sorry, pup." Jungkook decided to choose his words wisely. Taehyung needs assurance right now correcting him will not do anything because Taehyung will not believe it.

"I am here, hm? I am here now in front of you" he smiled, caressing his cheeks lovingly. "See, I am alright. I am not hurt"

Taehyung sniffled, looking at him with a confused frown, a hope flicker through his puppy teary eyes as he cried. "It's... It's not a...not a d-dream?" He tilted his head, desperate for the answer, his hold tighten on Jungkook wrist.

Jungkook chuckles sadly, a small tear roll down his cheek. His petal looks broken, tored brutally, shattered into millions of pieces, like in a form of dust that is beyond any repair, it tore the Mafia's already broken heart into pieces.

He leans forward, desperate, broken, crying silently when to lovingly pressing his lips to Taehyung's forehead, kissing it with all his might that it made the younger close his eyes in bliss.

He pulls back, smiling thumbs moving back and forth to the apple of his cheek, wiping away tears that left his sore, swollen eyes instantly.

"Did you feel it, hm? Felt the touch? It's not a dream, heart. I am here, I am really here in front of you" Jungkook spoke gently, voice perfectly soothing to Taehyung's situation.

Taehyung smiled, his lips curved up, a choked sob leaving his throat as he scoots closer, now his hands moved from his wrist to Jungkook's cheeks.

"You're here? Here?" He calls, happily, crying in happiness, relief, tension, and stress leaving him as he chuckled cried.

"You're here..you—you're a-alive.... you're here with—with me....you didn't... didn't k-kill yourself... You're with me... it's not a —not a dream" he kept murmuring, hands touching his cheeks, arms, checking his wrist again and coming back to his face, he was fine. Jungkook was fine, he was in front of him.

He didn't die.

Jungkook nodded eagerly, meeting his frantic eyes now glowing in happiness. "Yes, petal. I am alive, I am here...right here in front of you"

Taehyung laughed, giggles, tears continued to stream down his cheeks as his eyes frantically flicker from his face to his body, so happy but then he stopped, he cried, in grief, in guilt, in pain, in utmost agony, his lower lip quivers and next moment he moved harshly.

Jungkook gasped in surprise, he was pushed back, thrown on the floor aggressively, dread fills him but then Taehyung followed after, quickly climbing onto his lap and clinging onto his whole body.

His long delicate limbs curled around Jungkook's torso, his arms secured around Jungkook's neck, tight so tight it suffocated the mafia as Taehyung's whole body attached to him like glue, like a bear clinging to him, a koala.

"Baby! My—My baby is alive! My baby is here!" His face was muffled into Jungkook's neck first but then he pulls back to kiss Jungkook's face all over, his cheeks, right and left, temple, eyes, forehead, nose chin, lips, he didn't leave a single place.

Giggling, so happy, terrified, guilty Everything was mixed up yet Jungkook being alive is what Taehyung could all think about. He was happy but depressed, traumatized but relieved finally.

"P-Petal" The mafia was lost, so confused at what was even happening that at one point he was comforting the other and the second moment he was attacked.

Taehyung couldn't help, couldn't help when the warmth he unconsciously craves for suddenly came back to him when he cried to be back to where he feels safe and protected beyond anything he couldn't help but to cry his heart out to relieve his pent up agony he was holding onto for so long.

"I won't let you go! I won't let you go now! What if you'll really hurt yourself huh? What will I do without you?" Taehyung cried, tightening his legs and arms around Jungkook who was blinking in confusion and serenity at the familiar and also his favorite warmth surrounding him, he was a little slow don't mind him.

"Why everyone—everyone that is close to me ended up leaving me! Am I—Am I bad luck?" Taehyung asked weakly, insecurities burning in him.

"No petal! Don't say that" Jungkook instantly refused, caressing his back affectionately.

Taehyung pulls back a bit, cupping Jungkook's cheeks and looking at him vulnerably, eyes so in pain and fear of worry as he spoke in his tiny voice. "You—You won't leave me right? You won't leave me too, right?"

Jungkook's heart broke for the millionths time that night as he cradles his heart in his embrace, rubbing his hair comfortingly with the painful yet sweet smile onto his face. "I would never" he reassured the other.

Taehyung closes his eyes tightly as he buried his face more in Jungkook's neck, craving for his warmth and affection, wanting his attention all on himself as he tightens his hold around the mafia, not daring to lose it even for a second in fear of someone snatching Jungkook away from him.

"I hate you, Jungkook!!"

"I don't hate you, Koo...I-I don't hate you..." Taehyung cried in his neck, endless tears seem to keep rolling down his cheeks now that had wettened the leader's shirt whose eyes widen in shock and disbelief.

"What..."

"I never h-hated you, my baby...I am so sorry..." Taehyung's shoulder trembled from the intensity of his sobs that even his throat starts hurting at this point, chest so heavy and filled with overbearing emotions that pains him from deep within him.

The Mafia's heartbeats, fast, erratic, skip beats to reach the unknown goal fastly, stomach tingling, like full of life, like he was bought back to life after nearly breathing in his dead life.

"R-Really?" He asked, hesitant, fear-filled, uncertain.

Taehyung nodded eagerly in his neck, sobbing more vigorously when he felt the other loud heartbeats against his chest where his whole body attached to him when he felt his shuddered breath, his stiff body suddenly relaxing like a whole load of burden was lifted from his body and he was back to empty—the kind of empty where there's no pain only a life full of states of happiness.

Jungkook breathes stuttered as his arms curl tighter around Taehyung, his face moving to bury in his brunette hairs and nuzzling his face aggressively there in so much relief and happiness.

Hope.

It brims inside the mafia, a small flicker of hope slowly bubbles in his heart.

"I am sorry...I am sorry for everything, for e-every stupid thing I rudely shouted at your face.... you're the only one I want to spend my whole life with ...I-I can't live without you too, baby...I am so sorry.." Taehyung mumbled in his shoulder, so guilty, so regretfully in so much pain and...love.

The mafia leader was over the moon, his face crinkled up as a wide smile creeps into his mouth, with so much happiness and love with a hint of relief among the overwhelming loads of emotion.

He was happy, Jungkook was so happy, his level of joy is unmeasurable.

"Petal...my heart..I..." Jungkook was speechless, he wanted to cry, scream, laugh full of happiness to the world that his heart was given him back, there was the fate who have a little bit of mercy, who finally pities his lonely, depressed soul and gave him back to what has become his purpose of living a beautiful and bearable life.

His petal, pup, heart whatever suits to your liking.

"I am sorry...please don't—don't ever leave me...please...I beg you, Kookie...I beg you..." Taehyung was crying softly, heart in so much agony and desperation as he nuzzles his face into his crook of the neck, bare, naked of emotions were on display for Jungkook to see how much he has regretted jerking him away so brutally.

"I love you..." Taehyung pulls back and pressed his forehead to Jungkook's and pouts with his quivering lips. "I love you so—so much..."

Jungkook chuckles, a tear of sadness yet immense happiness leaving his eyes as he closes his eyes and bask in the warmth of his petal, the warmth that is his safe place, where he feels his weakest.

He was strong, so strong that nothing can bring him down to where he reached in his most darkest days of life.

But in front of Taehyung? In his embrace? He is the weakest person, the emotional kinda weak, not the weak where he won't be able to protect his heart but the weak where he doesn't has to hide any emotions, his distress, to hide his worries.

But the weakness where he can show anything, be his any kind of version and he knows he will be accepted with open arms and warm embrace.

"I love you petal ...I love you beyond any prediction...beyond any barriers, beyond anything..." Jungkook mumbled, a loving beautiful smile on his face as he rubbed his nose over Taehyung's soft teary cheeks which were in rose color.

"I can't imagine my life without you..." He said weakly, looking at Taehyung who was hiccuping now, sniffling, occasional sobs leaving his mouth.

Taehyung didn't say anything and leans forward, he did what his heart desires the most at the moment and pressed his lips to Jungkook's, catching the other off guard from this sudden action that he was frozen for the first five seconds.

But Taehyung's fingers grabbing a hold of his jacket from the front and harshly pulling him closer to his body dragged him back from his frozen state and actually closed his eyes.

Jungkook press harder, opening his mouth and taking Taehyung lips inside, sucking softly, gently then hardly, a desperate need to take all over the other mouth in his and kiss him senselessly burned in his him.

He squeezes Taehyung in his chest, his hand going upward to grab Taehyung's nape and tilted his head, tongue coming out and kissing him, wet sounds of smooches coming out of their lips smacking to each other with a desperate need to be closer and closer where there will be no space left.

Taehyung hums, loving every slight roughness, a passionate kiss that making his toes curl in pleasure when Jungkook sucks his tongue crazily.

After a whole lot of make-out session on the living room floor where they were huddled up into a strong embrace, kissing vigorously like two desperate souls of reunion and to say it wasn't the confirmed one.

It was just a trailer and they were already at each other, to say what will happen when this will be a confirmed reunion would be an understatement.

"Will you—Will you stay?" Taehyung asked, breathlessly, not once did his tight hold on Jungkook's loosened.

Jungkook looks at the others, his heart swelling in affection and immense love for his petal as he sees his wide doe eyes looking at him in question with a small pout adorning his mouth.

"You want me to?" The mafia caressed his cheeks lovingly, a smile of love was on display.

Taehyung bites his bottom lip and nods eagerly, hair bouncing and falling on his eyes, screaming for Jungkook to reach for it and tucked the strands of hair behind his ears so he can see his eyes which was hidden by it.

"Please stay...I don't want to be alone..." Taehyung murmured weakly, looking down his hands coming up to rub his tingly nose which was bright red, sniffling.

Jungkook melted, literally melted into the floor like a cheese put on heat, the mafia was a goner when he felt his heart starts to beat wildly in his chest.

Taehyung has no right to be this adorable and endearing.

[A/N: ^ Ikr! *Starts crying again*]

Jungkook pushed his chin upwards and leans forward and peck his nose in adoration, sighing in love when he sees the other scrunching up in response.

"Ok then" he agreed, it wasn't like he was gonna say no to it.

Taehyung looks at him at that, a small smile danced on his lips, a look of relief shown on his face as he pushed forward and buried his face in Jungkook's neck again, tightly wrapping his arms around his neck.

Jungkook smiles, rubbing the other's back and kissing his head lovingly.

"Let's get you to bed" Jungkook tried to break free from the hold but instantly froze when Taehyung cried out, whining.

"No! Don't leave, please!"

The mafia sighs. "I am not leaving, petal. I am taking you to bed"

"No! I am not leaving you!" Taehyung declared, his legs squeezing the other waist, tightening it so there's no way anyone can separate him from Jungkook.

The leader nodded, understanding his heart's fear, and tightly embrace him to stands up from the floor, it was a bit difficult as the grown man was clinging to his body for dear life but nothing can be impossible for Jungkook who had these muscles for nothing.

He stands up, his hands going to his meaty thighs and pushing him up so he doesn't fall, Taehyung had been nuzzling his face into his neck, sighing and purring in delight, his eyes closing as fatigue taken over his mind.

Crying for so long had his head hurting and eyes stinging badly as they were so red and swollen, he needed worth a whole night of sleep without waking up into another nightmare.

Jungkook's one hand was on his back and the other under his hips supporting his weight when he took him upstairs into his bedroom.

Taehyung whine when Jungkook was about to place him on the bed, not daring to lose his hold on the older's body.

Jungkook sighs and rubs his back. "Petal" he calls but Taehyung didn't respond, instead he again muttered faintly against his neck. "Don't wanna let go" in his small voice.

The leader smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed with Taehyung on his lap, attached to him like a bond, he pull his face from his neck to face him.

"I am not leaving, my heart. Don't you wanna sleep, hm?" He whispers lovingly to him, taking in the vulnerable position of his lover and leaning forward to kisses his forehead with so much softness it felt like a feathering touch.

"Y-You will leave if I do" Taehyung muttered, his face was so close to Jungkook's that his forehead touching the Mafia's nose, he wasn't letting him go at all.

"I am not leaving, pup. I promise" Jungkook told him, rubbing his nose to Taehyung's rosy cheek in affection towards his sensitive pup who close his eyes and yawns out softly like a sleepy puppy.

"Look at you, so sleepy. Let's lay down on the bed. I promise you I will be there when you wake up" He sees Taehyung looking up at him with hooded eyes, filled with exhaustion.

"Will you hold me?" Taehyung pressed his forehead to Jungkook's lips, loving every time his soft lips touch his skin.

"The whole night, does that sounds delightful, hm?" He whispers against his forehead, a smile of endearment dancing on his lips, his sleepy clingy Petal is so full of cuteness.

"Mhm," he hummed, reluctantly pulling back, looking at Jungkook to confirm he won't disappear if he loses his hold on him.

"I am here" Jungkook reassured him.

Taehyung finally let go of him and slides from his lap and landing on the bed, crawling to get under the covers and laying on his side, eyes large and fear-filled as his vision didn't leave Jungkook even for a second, he was even afraid to blink his eyes.

"Come please" Taehyung speaks, a hurried tone while looking at Jungkook who took of his shoes and gets under the cover before laying down completely he reach for Taehyung and kisses his both eyes soothingly.

"Goodnight, heart" He mumbled, chuckling when Taehyung chooses to ignore him as his all focus was to scooting closer and settling on top of him, directly burying his face in his neck and fisting the shirt around his chest, so tightly.

Like not touching Jungkook physically hurts the younger.

The mafia leaves no second to embrace his lover, moving to his side while pulling Taehyung along with him so he can sleep comfortably, his one leg going on top of Taehyung's hips and arms wrapped around his fragile body, securing him in his protection.

Taehyung sighing in delight, slowly very slowly his hold on his shirt loosened as peaceful sleep took over his tired mind, body relaxing oh-so comfortably being in the warmth of the older and feeling his fingers cradling through his head, massaging his hairs to lull him in a deep sleep.

Jungkook smiles, stayed awake until Taehyung can't sleep, when he felt his quiet snores he pulls back a bit only to stare at his peaceful face, his palm sliding from his head to his cheek and cupping the flesh gently.

"My beautiful heart..." It came out so lovingly from his mouth as the mafia felt his heart bursting with so much passion and tenderness for his petal, seeing him in this state broke him yet he just wants nothing but to hide him in his arms so no one can ever dare harm his fragile treasure.

He moves to kiss his cheek softly multiple times, so full of love Jungkook felt his heart at peace after a while.

He felt free of every pain and sadness just by holding Taehyung in his arms, his only medicine to all the unstitched wounds and unbearable agony.

His eyes closing deliberately as the tiredness of sleepless nights finally coming and taking a toll on him, the soft body of his lover against him was all it needs for him to finally closing his eyes and actually going to a deep slumber.

Contentment.

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Hope you like this chapter!

My exams are starting on 15th June, I don't think I will be able to update, I will if I can but no promises. Hope you'll understand :(

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