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the next morning taehyung woke up, he didn't expect a jungkook wrapped only in a towel standing in front of him.

as taehyung rubbed his eyes to shake off the sleepiness, he sat up and as soon as jungkook got out of the bathroom, his eyes instantly popped open, fixating on that tempting— i mean, half naked body.

"like what you see?" jungkook smirked and taehyung looked away.

"as if"

"weird, how you were groping my chest and abs last night says something else" jungkook ruffled his wet hair making the water drops splatter on the now awakened raven head who moved his hand in front of his scrunched face in annoyance.

"huh, you can still say nonsense perfectly. the way you were screaming my name last night made me worried if you'd gotten a sore throat you know" taehyung smirked and jungkook flushed this time, sulking as he tried to come up with something when taehyung grabbed his phone to look at the time.

11 am.

"fuck!" taehyung cursed loudly as he grabbed the blanket and threw it off his body before getting down from the small bed.

jungkook wiped his wet hair and looked at the naked taehyung who was scurrying around to grab his clothes, wearing them clumsily.

"slow down tae. today's sunday"

the aforementioned male slowed down and looked at jungkook, who found it funny to see him in a rush. it was quite comical to see taehyung in a hurry, especially since he usually appeared composed in most situations.

looking down at the pants he was wearing, taehyung sighed and slowly wore them. "still, i should go home"

"i have already made us some breakfast. eat that then go" jungkook then got dressed in a sleek black t-shirt and matching black shorts before making his way into the small kitchen, where he served out the delicious spread on the table situated right in the middle of the room.

taehyung leaned against the wall and watched jungkook, a small smile on his heart shaped lips.

jungkook sensing the older's gaze side eyed him and continued doing his work. "what's that smile for?"

"nothing. it's just. . . you're really domestic aren't you ggukie?"

jungkook blushed at the sudden assumption and shook his head with a chuckle. "a man should know how to cook, it's a basic skill"

"no not that. i just think you'd make a very good husband" taehyung giggled, keenly watching jungkook whose ears were turning tint red.

taking a second, jungkook grinned as he turned his head to the raven head, "do you want me to wife you up then?"

this time taehyung reddened before letting out a shy chuckle, "shut up"

shrugging, jungkook made the table and both sat down to eat. taehyung was impressed by the younger's cooking skills. once they finished their meal, taehyung prepared himself to depart, making his way towards the door and taking the time to slip on his shoes before turning back to bid jungkook farewell.

but his movement came to an abrupt halt as a pair of hands gently cradled his face and he felt the touch of soft, pink lips against his own. his eyes widened slightly as taehyung was still unaccustomed to the tender sensation, the warmth, and the overwhelming feeling of kissing someone until he couldn't catch his breath. jungkook, with closed eyes, delicately pressed his lips against taehyung's before finally pulling away, a smile gracing his pierced lips.

"i'll miss you. wish you didn't have to leave" taehyung's cheeks heated up once again as he realized that all this time, jungkook also didn't want him to go. taehyung had thought he was the only one who wanted to be with jungkook.

without uttering a single word, taehyung gently brushed his hand against jungkook's jaw, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. their lips danced in desperation, neither of them willing to part from each other's embrace. taehyung's arms encircled jungkook, drawing him closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. in response, jungkook eagerly explored taehyung's mouth, intertwining their tongues sloppily.

after awhile, both pulled away. their faces flushed, lips swollen and eyes that screamed how they wanted each other so bad. but taehyung looked away, he didn't want to get obsessed just yet. he wanted to take his time knowing jungkook, learning about this annoyingly beautiful man. this was taehyung's first taste of real love, and he wanted to relish every bit of it.

looking away and licking his swollen lips, taehyung nodded awkwardly. "see you, gguk"

jungkook scratching his head nodded. "yeah, i'll call you"

"mhm" taehyung stood there, not wanting to leave.

jungkook glanced at him, trying to contain his smirk. "aren't you leaving?"

"oh. uh y-yeah i should leave" taehyung blushed in embarrassment before opening the door, turning his head to look at jungkook who was watching him closely.

"uh i—"

"go now" jungkook giggled and motioned the raven head to leave and taehyung chuckled back.

"take care. bye"

"bye" jungkook pouted unintentionally.

"hey, don't give me that look!" taehyung held the door and hid his body behind it, frowning at jungkook as if the boy had made a big mistake by pouting.

"so. . ." jungkook looked down, and fiddled with his tattooed hands before again meeting taehyung's hopeful eyes. "wanna stay for lunch?"

breaking into a contented smile taehyung nodded, his fluffy black hair bouncing along from his happiness. "i'd love that"

taehyung didn't only stay for lunch. he ended up having dinner as well and even though he wanted to stay the night, he was sure he would be late for work the next day so even without wanting to, he kissed jungkook for one last time and wore his shoes, walking to the door.

"bye—"

"stay the night tae" jungkook pouted and taehyung endearingly looked at the boy. wondering how did he ever hate those bambi eyes before? what made him hate jungkook so much anyway? that didn't matter anymore though, because from now on, taehyung would only love jungkook.

"some other day gguk. i should really leave now" taehyung sighed, he didn't want to go either. if only he could leave all this stupid work and just do races with jungkook, have sex with him, kiss him, hug him, eat the food he cooks and cuddle him all day— wish he could just live life with jungkook.

he had been destined to become the future ceo of kim corporation, a role that promised success and prosperity. however, it was a life he had never desired nor envisioned for himself, yet circumstances dictated that he must embrace it. after all, who gets everything they want in life?

"i understand" jungkook smiled slightly. "get home safe"

"goodnight, gguk" taehyung kissed jungkook's cheek and stepped out of the flat.

"goodnight tae" jungkook waved and taehyung left.

♯♯♯

taehyung wasn't expecting this when he reached home.

as he unlocked the door and stepped inside, a wave of nausea washed over him, finding his father in the living room.

eyes flickered with anxiety when his father who was sitting on the huge couch, turned his head behind and blankly stared at him.

"father. . . what are you doing here?"

"good seeing you son. thought you forgot you have a house of your own" the old man stood up and walked to taehyung who wanted to step back but that would be a sign of cowardice so he didn't.

"i was out for some work."

"the work must be really important. you weren't home the whole day" mr kim looked around the house and then at his son who was sweating even though the air conditioner was on.

"what's wrong son? what got you so scared?"

"scared? no. . . no—"

"maybe this?" mr kim pulled out a photo from the coat he was wearing and held it in front of taehyung's now widened in terror eyes.

a photo of him and jungkook kissing.

"w-where did you—"

"you thought i was foolish enough to trust you?" the old man glared at taehyung who looked closely at the photo and realized it was clicked the night jungkook and he confessed to each other.

gritting his teeth together taehyung glared back at his father. "did you tail your men behind me?"

"look at you! even after being caught red handed, you dare to speak to me in that tone?" taehyung's father inched closer, his fist clenching.

taehyung realized he was losing his cool and doing so wasn't going to be good for either him or jungkook so he controlled himself and lowered his head.

"it's not. . . it's not like that"

"look at me taehyung" taehyung felt a shiver run down his spine as his father's stern voice echoed in the room. he was well aware of what would follow once he gathered the courage to lift his head and meet his father's gaze. nevertheless, he did because he was just so powerless in front of the man.

as he lifted his gaze, the old man delivered a forceful blow to his face causing taehyung to lose his balance and stagger backward. consequently, the flower vase positioned just behind him plummeted to the ground, shattering into countless fragments.

holding his jaw, taehyung glared at his father who was even more angered seeing that look on his face.

"you insolent—" he slapped taehyung on the other side of his face, causing him to stumble. as a result of the water spilling from the flower vase onto the floor, taehyung slipped and fell. the broken pieces of the vase stabbed his hands, causing him to hiss in pain as he grabbed them, trying not to cry and give in to his father who stood before his crouched body.

"you're disgusting taehyung! we made a deal! i even gave you permission to use that no good motorcycle didn't i? and all you had to do was stay away from that jungkook guy. that's all i asked for and you couldn't even do that?!" he shouted, kicking taehyung's knee making him yelp in pain again.

taehyung has become accustomed to this type of harsh mistreatment from his father. he has been enduring this torture throughout his entire existence but today, after spending a good day with jungkook— a rare moment of happiness for him, his father had to come in and shatter it all. taehyung is absolutely unwilling to tolerate any more of this pain; right now, all he wants is to be held by jungkook and tell him about how much he's hurting.

"even after knowing how those disgusting bikers killed your mother, you still want to do it! i should have known by then how low you had stooped! you wanna become a murderer too is that it?!" hearing all that, taehyung clenched his jaw and stood up with much difficulty. both of his hands were bleeding and drops of blood were falling on the floor. however, his father never took notice of it. he also never paid attention to the purple bruise he had inflicted on his son's face— the same face that had been adorned with a radiant smile just an hour ago while he was in the company of jungkook.

his father never cared for him. never loved him and sad, taehyung had accepted the things how they were.

but how could he stay silent when his father is calling him a murderer? how could he bring his mother into all this when he knows how much it kills him inside?

"what? truth is bitter taehyung—"

"AAAGH SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" taehyung let out a piercing scream, his bleeding hands instinctively covering his ears. the intensity of his emotions overwhelmed him, causing tears to cascade down his face and soon enough, he succumbed to deep sobs, surrendering to his vulnerability.

his father was still fuming in anger but before he could say anything taehyung raised his head, reddened teary eyes looking into his father's angered ones.

so sad, his father still doesn't care seeing how much all this was hurting him.

"my mom. . ." taehyung sniffled, coming closer to the man in that weak state. he then jabbed his bloody finger on his father's chest smearing blood on him. "-didn't die because of those bikers. she had already d-died o-once after you started t-torturing her like an animal"

the old man's eyes widened upon hearing taehyung, gritting his teeth he raised his hand again, "how dare you—"

"from the day i was born, your torture on my mom never stopped for once. i was a kid father. a fucking child who witnessed my mom getting beaten up by his father every time she made even a small mistake. i watched it all behind a wall, crying and thinking what could i possibly do to stop all this?" taehyung sobbed, his finger sliding down his father's chest until it dropped by his side.

"i thought maybe once i grew up, i would be able to protect my mom. but that night, after she had enough of your shits, she got into the car and drove off. leaving me all alone with you and never came back" taehyung's sobs had come to a halt as he gritted his teeth. he looked into his father's eyes which were now looking away.

"she was crying so much. i bet her eyesight was all blurry and mind was full of suicidal thoughts that night when she drove off, don't you think so father?"

"of course i would know. you do the same to me so i know how she felt that night, how she felt every minute of her life after being married to a bastard like you"

"TAEHYUNG MIND YOUR LANGUAGE!" the man's hand trembled to hit taehyung again. seeing that pain in his eyes and the words that held truth in them, he lowered his hand.

"why father? does the truth hurt? we say it was an accident but tell me was it really? was it really those bikers' fault my mother carelessly drove and to avoid crashing into them, she lost control and met death? was it?!"

seeing how his father was silent, taehyung laughed. a painful laugh that made more tears roll down his face. "we both know. it was your fault mom left the house that night. if. . . if only i protected her from you. huh, wait. . . that makes me a culprit too. doesn't it?" taehyung leaned against the wall, memories flooding back in his head.

confronting his father about what had happened proved to be incredibly difficult for taehyung. the mere thought of opening up about the painful events was enough to overwhelm him. it was a level of strength he never believed he possessed until this very moment.

if only taehyung had possessed this newfound bravery during his childhood, could he have saved his beloved mother? that mother who despite enduring unimaginable abuse, always managed to show him love and tenderness. even in her fragile state, she would gently stroke his puffy cheeks, plant loving kisses on his forehead, and embrace him tightly, assuring him that she was okay.

taehyung regrets so many things. all his life he has regretted not doing anything to protect the people he loves. but not anymore, now he will stand against his father and fight for his love. for once, he will be brave.

because taehyung knows, jungkook is worth fighting for. he is so worth it.

"are you done?" hearing that same stern tone taehyung opened his eyes, snapped out of his messy thoughts and looked ahead at his father who had a blank face.

how heartless. to stay unfazed even after all taehyung said. really what was this man made of? how can a father be like this?

seeing taehyung silent and just look at him, hurt. he stepped forward, coming close to his injured son.

"you will not see that boy again"

hearing his father, taehyung blinked his eyes and then he processed those words because of how unreal they sounded. after all that taehyung said, his father blatantly decided to ignore them. was his mother's death just a reason to tame him and nothing else?

taehyung broke into mocking laughter. a laughter that irked his father but he kept on laughing until his father grabbed him by the shirt collar and made him look into his reddened eyes. "do you understand, kim taehyung?!"

smirking bitterly taehyung snarled,

"fuck off"

a punch came across his face again making him meet the wall and fall, the shredded glass jabbing his legs this time. but taehyung didn't yelp in pain again. he stood up and met his father's eyes that were bulging in anger.

"i hate you. i hate you so fucking much. i wish you would die" taehyung's voice broke saying those words. he didn't want his father to die, even after all he had done to him. weird, just why taehyung wants to be still hopeful about the man who ruined his life?

the old man's eyes flickered with unknown emotions before he controlled them. "i don't care what you wish for. you will do as told"

"i won't! not anymore!" taehyung screamed, shoving his father away who held the couch for support, looking at taehyung in disbelief.

"is that it?"

"yes. i will live my life on my own. i won't be your fucking puppet anymore"

"jeon jungkook" when he heard that name from his father's mouth, taehyung's entire body froze in fear.

"age 24. unemployed. lives in gwangju, yeolsong street- the thirty two lane. single flat on the third floor. the abandoned one hundred kilometer land situated at the end of gwangju, which you guys have named deville. hundreds of useless morons go there to do illegal bike racing or to watch them, betting money on the racers—jeon jungkook being the most in demand."

taehyung's eyes widened hearing all that. how did he know so much? but again, would it be hard for him to find out about it?

"his mother currently is in the seoul hospital. she has some sort of heart disease i don't remember what it is." his father shrugged, continuing. "friends are park jimin and kim namjoon— what a disgrace. i thought namjoon was a diligent boy, guess not" he let out a mocking sigh before looking at taehyung who looked as though he had seen a ghost.

satisfied seeing that face, his father came closer and placed his hand on taehyung's shoulder.

"i know everything taehyung. and i can raid that place anytime— i can shut down deville, the only source of income and happiness for your jungkook" taehyung glared at his father, the look in his eyes screamed how much he wanted to just kill him at the moment.

but his father stayed unfazed and leaned to his ear, "i can destroy jungkook's life in a second."

taehyung's body slumped and he gazed down. head getting dizzy from thinking about all the outcomes if his father actually does as he said.

"do you want that, son?" the label son sounded so awful, so hilarious from his father's filthy mouth but tragic, taehyung can't say anything to that. he can't help but bow his head, as he always does.

"no. please, don't do that" taehyung got on his knees, tears rolling down his face.

this time, he was not scared for himself. this time, he was scared for jungkook, he was scared shitless. he can't let anyone harm his jungkook. he had realized he loves jungkook way too much to let that happen. he has already hurt jungkook enough, more will drive him insane.

"please. . . i'll do anything you say. please, p-please don't hurt jungkook or anyone else" he grabbed his father's feet and sobbed.

looking down at his son, the old man backed away and told taehyung to stand up.

"if you don't want me to take that extreme route. you better listen to me this time and stop seeing that boy— any boy actually, it's fucking disgusting and a mental illness." his father's words jabbed taehyung in his heart but he just listened, not having the power to fight back anymore. "also after you take over my company, you will marry park's daughter. until then, behave."

taehyung's stoic and hollow eyes were staring at nowhere as he nodded.

"also you are being watched 24/7 so don't do anything stupid. because this time, there won't be a second chance" after that, he left.

taehyung dropped down onto his knees, his vision becoming hazy and his trembling lips quivering uncontrollably as he unleashed heart-wrenching cries.

protect? how twisted. taehyung will protect jungkook this time.

but at what cost?

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taehyung's father is such an asshole >:(