I'm not feeling the best today so if you can, please interact a bit more? :(( that'll make me really happy 🤧🤧

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"Took you quite a time, Asif" Jungkook says as his man, count and check the crates loaded at the back of the truck, shoving the dried hay and mangoes aside.

Asif, the gun supplier chuckles, his white wrinkled face wrinkling as he shakes his head.

"The security man, quite an effort it took" No matter how many times Jungkook hears it, the thick Arabic accent always takes him by surprise. Asif was a young guy, taking over his dad's business not longer than 2 years ago. He was originally from Iraq but they operated their business from Dubai. Easy transport? He doesn't know nor does he care as long as he gets his work done.

"Ahh, I see. Heard security has increased on the Indian Ocean right?"

"Oh yeah, it has. Anyways, I got a few samples for ya" Jungkook tuts in amusement.

"You would never listen huh?"

Asif grin "Of course. Malik Get that crate out" the guy brings out A small blue crate. Asif pushes the hay away and takes out A grey pistol.

"Aka175, 9mm round, light weight, 20cm long, 1km of range; depending on the shooter of course. Thought you'd like to restore. It got an update of 9 bullets to 13 bullets in one magazine" The supplier passes the gun to the mobster.

Jungkook takes the gun, feeling the cold hard metal under his finger tips. He feels nauseous as the memories of a certain racer invaded his mind. It was the same gun he had given to taehyung.

The excitement glinting in his eyes was something he, if even tried to, wouldn't be able to forget. The mobster had even once stopped by to see Taehyung's practice and was once again shocked by just how gorgeous the racer looked with his excited face and huge boxy smile.

It wasn't everyday Jungkook saw him out of his 'I have a stick up my ass' look, truthfully it very much resonates with Severus snape. Lucky for Jungkook, Snake has always been his favourite character out of the whole Harry Potter franchise.

He wouldn't lie, Snape had gotten his attention from the very first movie but after his role in the last movie, he felt A lot more sympathy for the character than the mobster would like to admit. He was just a tortured soul, taken away from all sources of comfort a kid should have received.

He wouldn't say it justified his future actions but it surely explained the reason for such a behaviour and now that he is thinking about it, there are indeed many resemblances between the fictional character and his spitfire racer.

After their last encounter, Jungkook sure as hell knows that Kim Taehyung is not as simple as he thinks, he's A mystery. A layered person covered in more walls than the mobster can count.

At the start his obsession over the control of his life seemed like a natural thing, A behaviour the racer didn't even know he possessed but after the last encounter. After the way he had openly warned Jungkook about the consequences of controlling his life, this behaviour is not just something he has developed in A way.

No, it definitely goes way beyond that, way beyond what Jungkook can understand without the male himself opening up to Jungkook. Before the mobster would have thought that he'll get the racer to open up but now he's not so sure.

Sure he knows Taehyung hasn't completely walked away from him or shit (what the fuck is that even supposed to mean) But still, it feels like Taehyung had raised a wall he had put down before.

Okay, Alright, he might be being a little over dramatic considering it has only been a day after their encounter or more like quarrel but still, it seems like taehyung wouldn't be coming around for quite a while.

Jungkook sighs at the thought, he does hope the racer will come around sooner than later. He wants to go to him but it feels as if it's better if he gives space to his sweetheart.

His....

The words that just slipped didn't make him as startled or panicked as they should. In fact, he kinda feels pleased and content with the thought.

Taehyung is awakening a possessive beast he didn't know existed. He realised this when the guy - Ricardo came in front of him. He was slapped by the fact once again when he saw how angry Taehyung was with him, the possibility of the racer hating him had made him feel numb.

It should scare him off, this newfound information will ruin all the plans he had made for himself, it'll ruin everything jungkook is planning on doing in his life. He has a gang to lead, a lineage which needs to keep going, a dad on who's expectations he has to meet.

It'll ruin all of it because one thing the mobster knows for sure is he is keeping Taehyung as long as the male will like to, and even if he doesn't want to, Jungkook will do everything in his power to keep him. Taehyung is his now and no one can take him away from the mobster, not even his father if the male tries to do anything when come to know about their relationship.

Jungkook has never been the one to go against his father, his elder brother likes to take that trait but not him, he has always been the obedient one but the fact he's ready to go against his father all for taehyung. His aggressive stance takes him by surprise. All of this should scare him and put him in an existential crisis after all practically, Taehyung is no one, not anyone with a label anyway but somehow it doesn't.

It's as if the primal insists of his, the real, natural beast that exists in him and everyone else. The beast inside him has claimed and accepted Taehyung and the mobster will do everything in his will power to keep it that way.

Taehyung is his and only his, end of discussion.

He'll never tell that to the racer though, not any time soon anyway. It doesn't take a genius to know how badly the racer will take that statement. Forget about keeping him, Jungkook wouldn't be able to even get a glimpse of him.

At that thought, Jungkook's hand tightened around the pistol. He shakes those thoughts away and looks up at the grinning Asif.

"So did you like it? Want a couple more?" Jungkook chuckles at the excitement of the male in front of him.

"Alright, Give me 6 more." Jungkook says putting the gun behind his back, tugging it under his waistband.

"Knew you'll want that one! Also I got-"

Asif is cut off by a loud bang from a distance which awfully sounds like a gunshot. They were about a kilometre away from the raw road which practically no one came at after midnight.

Jungkook instinctively looked at the place from where supposedly the sound came from before looking at asif and his men which by now had stopped checking the crates looking at Jungkook for their next order.

"What was that-" One guy says but before he could complete his sentence another gun shot rang in the air. Jungkook's hands move to the gun he has tucked in waistband.

"Carlos?" The mobster calls out, looking at the open truck to see the bulky male come forward, his ginger hair tied in a pony and his beard looking as if it could do well with a comb.

"What?" he draws in his deep voice, wrapping his hands against his chest, standing in all might and glory in his ripped jeans and loose Tee.

"Take charge, i'll be back" At that the male smirks, his scary face turning teasing one which still doesn't look less than of a comic villain. One that'll make a normal old person scared away but Jungkook couldn't help but be amused.

"Playing the hero again, jeon" Jungkook gives him a pointed look, which says 'Mind your shit' which makes the Mexican laugh in his gruff voice.

"Take Good Care. You are in charge, I'll meet you in the basement and Don't buy any extra shit from Asif, Motherfucker will sell all the samples he brought. If everything goes well without anyone's jaw being broken i'll make sure to put a good word in front of Javier understood?" he calls out before turning to leave.

"Alright, Alright" And with that the mobster climbs on his motorbike going to investigate where the sound came from.

Carlos has improved a lot in his opinion, after that day when Taehyung came into his room asking for a gun, the next day he had a talk with carlos. Told him that Javier wants him to take his spot but wouldn't do so unless the male learns to control his anger, it isn't exactly a lie. Javier is basically retired and he definitely wants an heir. What's better than his own nephew?

Out of all the things the mobster expected when he reached the place this wasn't the one he expected. He parked his bike close to the other one, not bothering to spare a glance at the vehicle.

There's no doubt in it, he can recognize that back from anywhere, anytime, no matter how dark it is.

"Taehyung"

"Taehyung, is that you?" Jungkook takes a cautious step towards the frozen male, slowly taking out his gun from his back. Slowly, he touches taehyung's shoulder making the male jump and turns towards him.

There is another thunder strike and the mobster gets a clear look at Taehyung's shocked face. "Hey what happened?"

It seems like the racer can't even understand, he's just frozen with wide eyes. Too shocked to react.

The mobster couldn't help but feel concern, he cups his face, slowly shaking him.

"Taehyung? Taehyung!" The racer jolted up at that, his wide eyes looking around, unfocused as if he didn't even know the mobster was standing in front of him.

"Taehyung? Hey sweetheart, look at me..."

"What happened?" He asks slowly to not startle taehyung. It felt as if he was dealing with a child, slowly making taehyung look at him.

"I-" Jungkook encourages him to go on by nodding his head, not pressuring him, just being patient.

"Jungkook I- he- didn't mean to- it just" Tears pool in his eyes as he looks around hazily as if there are cameras around which captured what he did, as if he was in an interrogation room.

The mobster frowns but then his eyes land on something that's behind him and-

Oh

Jungkook looks back at the racer and now it makes sense. The racer has gone through a lot, has seen a lot in his life but it seems as if he has never seen a dead body unlike Jungkook who has seen it more than enough time to have a record in Guinness Book of world records. It's understandable, the reaction it's understandable especially if it's Taehyung who has done that.

"Look at me sweetheart, just look at me, just me. You hear me?" Taehyung nods, his unfocused eyes grazing at Jungkook's. Stopping in his tender eyes as he tries to focus just on Jungkook. Once he's in a little better condition he nods against Jungkook's hand.

"Can you tell me what happened, Sweet heart?"

"Jungkook I- Fuck" Taehyung cries as he points at the dead body behind him which the mobster has already seen. Jungkook nods simply as it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Did you do that, sweetheart?" Taehyung shook his head, A sob leaving from his lips as he shoves his head against Jungkook's chest.

"Didn't me- mean to, zolotoy I pro-promise I didn't-" His words get caught in a sob. God knows who he had killed, did this person have a family? Childrens? Were they waiting for their dad to come back home? From how many people did he snatched someone?

"Shushhh, Taehyung... it's alright. Calm down baby"

"Jungkook I- I killed someone! I took someone's family. How could I- oh my god What am I gonna do? Fuck I swear I didn't mean to I justed wanted to help- Fuck he's gonna hate me after knowing what I did. Shit! Everyone's gonna leave me, again! Jungkook I'm so scared oh my god I'm-" It was becoming hard to breathe for Taehyung, the weight of what he has actually done drowning him.

Jungkook panics as he catches up on what's happening to the younger Not a normal person would be chill after murdering someone and looking at the way Taehyung is reacting, sooner or later he'll go into a panic attack if the mobster doesn't do something.

He could feel the racer tremble and the way he was clenching and unclenching his fist against Jungkook's shirt. He tips Taehyung's chin up, making the teary eyes look at him.

"Taehyung, Can you hear me? Nod if you do" Taehyung hiccups as he nods curtly, mouth opening to let out another sob already.

"I need you to breathe, Sweetheart. Breath okay? Forget about everything. Just breathe In" Jungkook takes a deep breath making Taehyung follow his steps, it seemed hard for Taehyung at start but slowly he started to get a hang of it.

"Let it go - Yes now take a deep breath again. You are doing so good baby... release it now" They do that a couple of more times till Jungkook is sure Taehyung is fine now.

"Can you tell me the five things you see right now? Don't look around or behind, just what you see now. Can you tell me, baby?" Taehyung nods shortly, his lips still trembling As he tries to speak. Taehyung's lips wobble and his hands clench and unclench as he tries to focus, trying to keep his attention on what Jungkook is asking him.

"Y-you... Dark...your hands, Me... and- And" Jungkook nods, encouraging him to keep going on. He smiles as Taehyung reaches to put his hands on top of Jungkook's.

"And... warmth?"

"Good, tell me three things you can touch, baby you are doing so good" Taehyung gulps, his other hand slowly going to touch the mobster's golden eyes.

"Y-your eyes... I can touch your eyes'' Jungkook closes his eyes so the younger one doesn't poke them.

"Yes, you can touch them... What else can you touch sweetheart"

"Your hands and Sweat? I'm sweating Jungkook" The mobster nods, leaning to kiss his forehead as he sees Taehyung back to normal, or at least close to normal.

"Yes, Feeling better now?" Taehyung nods slowly, taking a deep breath, nuzzling into Jungkook's palms.

"How did this happen, Tae? Tell me calmly, I'm not going to judge."

"I just needed..." Taehyung explains the whole situation, how he just needed money for Jaehun and thought this was the only best way. He didn't mean to shoot him. The racer took his time, taking deep breaths in between. Jungkook doesn't say a single word nor gives any expression except the look of patience. He doesn't rush Taehyung to speak, letting him tell everything at his own pace.

The more he spoke the more he started going back to normal, calming himself down with the help of Jungkook. When Taehyung was done he looked at Jungkook with hesitation, not sure of what to expect from the mobster.

"Why didn't you ask me? I could give you the money Taehyung"

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Yeah, Tae why didn't you 👀

Tae : it wasn't me who wanted to create a dramatic asf fic 🤨

Me *hides face* : point.

Lmao anyways moving on, I'll see you on next chapter <3

Bye bye love you ❤