Jungkook's POV.

I stay seated when I hear the front door open, usually I'd rush to see who was fronting but it might be Taehyung.

I wanted to respect his wishes and stay away for a while.

   "Jungkook?"

I recognize the sensitivity of Hajoon's voice. "Hyung?"

    "It's Taehyung."

    "Who the hell is that?"

I stand quickly when I hear the unfamiliar voice, when I get to the door Hajoon's soft green eyes meet mine.

    "Who the fuck is this guy Taehyung?" The guy says glaring at me, he reminds me of someone.

    "This is my live-in secretary. Jeon Jungkook." Hajoon says looking at me. "This is my...I mean he's my brother. Baekhyun."

    "What the hell do you need two secretaries for?" Baekhyun says walking further into the house.

I look at Hajoon who shakes his head, I don't know why he shakes his head so I just look at him in confusion.

    "Are you just going to stand there, brother? Or will you show me around this fucking mansion of yours?"

    "I need a second." Hajoon says heading towards the stairs.

    "Hyung~" I start, following him.

    "Just a second." He says before walking away and disappearing upstairs.

I sigh, turning back to Baekhyun who walks around the living, looking around like some sort of critic.

    "Now are you going to tell me who the fuck you really are?" He says after a few moments, glaring at me like he did before.

    "What do you mean?" I ask crossing my arms.

    "I know my brother." He says facing me and mirroring my stance. "And I know when he's lying."

    "I actually doubt that. Highly."

    "And why is that?"

    "I just doubt you know anything about him."

    "Hm."

Silence settles between us for a moment before he speaks again.

    "I think you're the one that knows nothing about him." He says. "Or about what he's been through."

    "Hm." I shrug, I wasn't going to admit to not knowing him.

    "Alright, alright. Put your dicks away."

I turn to see V walking down the stairs, his dark eyes aggravated as he comes down.

    "I was just talking to your secretary here, brother." Baekhyun says looking at V. "How about that house tour?"

    "Do you really think I'm going to let you walk around my house and rob me blind?" V asks. "What do you want?"

    "I don't want anything." Baekhyun says. "Like I said earlier, I wanted to check on you. See how you're doing."

    "You never cared before, Baekhyun. Why do you care now?" V asks. "After all this time."

    "You must've not heard." He says. "Right, why would dad tell you?"

    "Tell me what?" V asks getting defensive already.

    "About mom." Baekhyun says, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I notice V's jaw clenching at the mention of Taehyung's mother. "What about her?"

    "She's dying. Cancer." Baekhyun says, the faint smirk never leaving his face. "I guess I came to see if you were as amused as I was."

    "Amused?" V asks. "You're fucking sick, Baekhyun."

    "Don't tell me you still love mommy after everything that's happened." Baekhyun says condescendingly.

Before V has the chance to go after Baekhyun I grab his arm.

    "Don't." I say looking at him.

He looks at me, his hard eyes blazing with emotions that only he knew.

    "Let go." He says snatching his arm away before facing Baekhyun. "You don't know shit, Baekhyun. I don't know what made you think coming down here and talking to me like you've lost your motherfucking mind was alright but you need to get the fuck out before I kick your ass."

    "You can't beat me, Taehyung."

    "Don't fucking try me."

Baekhyun smirks, chuckling softly. "You aren't the same guy I came here with."

I look at V and even though he's pissed I know he feels exposed.

    "Just leave. I don't care if she's dying." He says turning away to walk upstairs.

    "I thought you'd be happy, Tae." Baekhyun says stopping him. "She didn't hurt me half as much as you and I am."

    "You're right." V says with his back to us. "She didn't hurt you half as much so you wouldn't understand. So fuck off."

His tone is one I've never heard V use before, I never heard V sound so...sad.

He disappears upstairs and I turn to Baekhyun. "Get out."

    "You think you know him, Jungkook. But you don't." He says shaking his head.

    "I don't care." I say. "If you don't leave~"

    "You don't know what our mother did to him. And as long as you don't know that you don't know shit." He continues. "I had it bad...he had so much worse once we got separated."

    "Please leave now." I say, forcing myself to remain calm. "You've said enough."

    "Tell my brother I'll see him in another six years I guess." Baekhyun says before scoffing. "You're some secretary, Jeon Jungkook. You're some secretary."

He turns and walks to the door, leaving without having to be asked again.

After I'm sure he's gone I go upstairs to check on V, knocking lightly on the door.

    "V?" I say, flinching at the sound of something crashing to the ground.

I open the door and the room is destroyed.

    "V, stop." I try to say but he continues to throw things off the dressers, slamming Taehyung's jewelry box to the ground. "V!"

I grab his arm and he turns around, his fist swiftly connecting with my jaw and sending me stumbling back.

He tries to hit me again but I wrap my arms around him before he can, keeping his arms from swinging.

"Stop, V~"

"Fucking let me go!" He says fighting against me. "Let me go."

"Stop." I say again, holding him tighter. "Stop, V."

"Let me go." He says again, his voice breaking as his struggles become weaker. "Let me~"

The sob that leaves V's lips is something I never expected from, the brokenness of his cry is enough to make anyone hurt.

    "It's okay." I say letting him cry against my shoulder. "I'm sorry, V."

    "Stop." He says pushing me away harshly. "Fuck you, Jungkook. Not shit is okay."

    "I'm sorry~"

    "About what? Just stop trying to make everything your fucking problem!" He yells, shoving me away again. "Just leave me the fuck alone."

    "I can't leave you alone right now, V." I say, he was upset and he wasn't thinking rationally. "I don't think you should be alone."

He angrily wipes his tears away to no avail as more fall in their place. "You think you know everything. You don't know anything."

    "I know. I know, I'm sorry." I say, I don't know why I'm apologizing.

He huffs in frustration, pacing and tugging at his hair. "No, Taehyung!"

I flinch at his sudden outburst, stepping out of his way as he walks over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

    "V~"

    "Don't fucking try to tell me what to do right now. Don't." He spits, shoving past me out of the room.

I sigh and follow him out. "Where are you going?"

    "I need to think. Alone." He says skipping down the stairs.

    "Why can't you just talk to me?" I ask, desperately wanting him to open up to me, to be able to confide in me.

    "What the fuck do you want me to say?" He says facing me. "That our abuser's dying and we're sad about it? Well there you fucking go."

    "Please don't leave, V. Please." I say, begging him to stay. "Don't leave."

    "Why? Why the fuck do you care, Jungkook?"

    "I care about you. And I don't want you to hurt yourself or anyone else."

His dark eyes become conflicted as he looks up at me from the bottom of the stairs. Seeing emotions behind V's soulless dark eyes is a rarity.

    "I think you need to be protected from yourself right now." I say meeting him at the bottom of the stairs. "So wherever you're going, I'm going with you."

He looks away as more tears form in his eyes, wiping them before they can fall.

Even though I'm one hundred percent sure he's going to push me away I pull him into a hug, wanting him to know that it was okay to be comforted.

But his reaction is one I would never expected in a million years.

He hugs me back.

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