In contrast with the freezy temperature outside, the room was warm, and their bodies were borderline scorching, thanks to the heater that was set to maximum but not only; many were the reasons behind the hotness that was condensing the room and making its walls trickle, for example, the candle he kept repeatedly lighting it wick until the wax melted and the warmth emitted from naked bodies grinding against each other.

"On all four, now." He ordered, eyes focused on the candle he was holding, locks sweaty and sticking to his forehead.

She obeyed, bending the way he wanted with her breasts colliding with the bed and ass leveled with his bulged shaft; curious to look at the man whom she wanted to please, she dared to turn her head and steal a glimpse, a glance that she would have stayed better off without as it was one token without permission.

"You know me, Rachel, if there's a thing I hate the most in this world, that would be defiance," resting the candle on the nightstand, Jungkook leaned forward and grabbed the woman by her waist assertively from behind, his angry breaths filled more with lust than any other component human body contained fanning her neck. At the same time, his hand sneaked around her neck in a grip that kept running far from softness toward roughness, "or are you a masochist? Do you enjoy it when I lose my temper?"

"Jungkook, I—

"Rachel, oh dear Rachel," Jungkook interrupted, eyes shut in frustration; he slid his slender finger inside her mouth while the other hand held her hip in place, "tell me, who gave you permission to call me by my name?"

"I apologize, Mr.Jeon," the words left her mouth along with a guttural scream as he let the hot wax drip on her back, his free hand making sure she stayed in place without distracting him with undesirable moves as he pounded inside her without previous announcement.

Her body became the canvas on which he drew patterns representing his sadistic desires, her ass cheeks red and decorated with palm prints, her back was the valley, and the wax flowing on it became the river that would be the final touch before he finished his painting lesson. The masterpiece was complete as his seeds spattered her back and became the accented drawing style he liked.

Some people inhale the affirmation they seek from their environment, and without it, they die. They develop into control maniacs just to prove their strength, mainly because they've none. Therefore, they adhere to the supreme rule "fake it until you make it" or because their environment has violently suppressed their opinion, which often ends in a complex from which they desperately try to escape throughout their lives, manipulating and imposing themselves on others.

Either way, those specimens are threats to society.

He released his grip around her waist, which led Rachel to drop flat on the bed due to lack of energy; Jungkook had his preferences regarding sex, and Rachel was aware of that fact and never opposed it. However, the man took it to another level this time; he made sure to find a way to vent his anger and what better way to do that than sex?

He'd run his fingers through his hair, pushing the fringe that was adding another wellspring of annoyance to the existing one; not considering modesty as an option, Jungkook led his way toward the headboard naked, picking up on the way a small key that was sitting on the nightstand, along with some other sexual tools and a packet of cigarettes, he slid the key in the key-hole releasing her wrists from the cuffs that were confining them. "Use the shower in the other room, get dressed and ready in less than ten minutes; we have matters to discuss."

Despite his malign character and countless flaws, Jungkook was a man true to himself; his feelings needn't a microscope to be seen; they were bright and clear to the naked eye; he was a man in love who was able to afford softness and feelings for one woman only, others were just a mean to relief his body and empty it countenance instead of operating his hands.

Had you been obedient, he wouldn't need to swipe you with Rachel or a thousand of her kind.

Had you reciprocated his feelings and given him your heart instead of prioritizing a different choice every time while he always has been there right next to you, he could have become a different Jungkook; he firmly believed in that.

"So, what you've got for me today?" He questioned the woman who was opening the bottle of wine while eying him subtly since he entered the living room, the scent of his Bulgari Paraiba filling her nostrils with an appetizing feeling that made her long for the bedroom she had just escaped after long sufferance.

"You may want a glass to relax a bit before," she retorted with a voice dripping honey; minding certain ethics she's been forced to follow, she softly and carefully sneaked her arms around his neck, subtly feeling the body she wished to touch while pleasing its owner in bed but never been accorded the chance.

"Rachel, make it quick I've got no time for this; what's between Yoongi and that sucker? I'm listening."

There was a disappointment her eyes contained that she hid quickly as her hands reached for a file she'd previously placed over the table; she established a distance between their bodies, one that she wasn't exactly happy about but more forced to create. "Here, check this out; he often visits, albeit having no business there, at least not an official one I know of."

"You're suggesting that the little scumbag of your boss has an under-the-table business with this son of a bitch?" Jungkook questioned with a brow fully arched and a skeptical glare while pointing at Yoongi's picture.

"I'm not sure about their relationship; that's why I've installed a few bugs in his office; let's see what will come out of it," she answered while leaning on the kitchen's counter, sipping on her glass of wine, eyes filled with victorious hints. "For all I know, they could be just friends."

Jungkook smirked and, with a slow but confident pace, marched toward her standing figure, eliminating the distance he previously imposed, "your intelligence is giving me a boner," he cupped her jaw between his palm bringing her lips closer to his own, reviving feelings she barely buried deep inside, "you little minx."

Rachel was about to finally taste Jungkook's lips after being deprived of such a privilege during their steamy session; she craved that kiss more than oxygen, but her dream refused to meet with reality, and her disappointment was much more loyal than the satisfaction she ran after but never reached.

"An amount as beautiful as those lips of yours is on the nightstand in my room waiting for you; the payment from now on will be cash; I don't wanna leave traces behind," he'd stroke her hair softly while sporting a devilish grin, slowly parting his lips for a cigarette to be placed between them. Still, before reaching for the lighter, he pursued his speech, "take your enough time with this bottle; I'll leave now, and by the way, don't use that perfume again; it's not one I want to smell on you, Rachel."

When feelings aren't reciprocated, especially those like love, they turn a person into a rotten waste, they kill multiple vital organs inside a human body besides the heart that dies first, and slowly, one loses what qualifies them as a human being when other emotions start dying as a consequence.

Love is a double-edged knife; either you stab yourself or stab others; it all depends on how fate has it planned for you.

Your case wasn't far from Jungkook's; the slight difference was that while he never got the chance to hear your heart beating for him, which led his life toward a miserable roundabout embedded with massive loss of hope, you, on the other hand, were forced to flatline your heart that was beating for a person miles away far from your reach.

"What is it now? Another lie you forgot to tell me about?" You questioned with a resentful tone an already deeply drowned in guilt Jimin, who wasn't able to do much but stroke his hair in frustration while periodically inhaling enough oxygen to kick out the stubborn culpability with a prolonged exhale, "or maybe you're here to watch the level my stupidity and naiveness could reach?"

"Listen, Y/N, you know it's killing me the way it does to you, if not more," he sighed while interrupted by a sneer leaving your lips; neither your smirk nor the eye roll helped him pursue further with his sentences. Nevertheless, he was there to speak, and he was the one who'd called a meeting in that café to clarify maybe whatever misunderstanding has been lingering between you if the extent of such a matter could be considered a simple misunderstanding to begin with. "He's my friend, for God's sake, Y/N; I just couldn't."

"And I was your patient but look how far we came, Jimin. Do you think it's fair? What am I to do with myself now, huh? You ranted, hands moving left and right, desperately trying to depict the chaos inside your brain, "I could have flown far from here, for fuck's sake, had I known that my heart was beating for my brother-in-law Jimin, you made out of me a stinky garbage and no matter how many times I rub my skin dirt won't come off."

"It isn't your fault, Y/N; he was the first to eye the forbidden fruit, unlike you; he was aware but couldn't stop himself, and why so?" Jimin slammed the table when frustration filled him to the brim with an indescribable amount of ire which started fogging his vision, "because deep down he wished to get you to his self and keep you away from the world, his brother included."

"It doesn't justify what you did, Jimin," with a tone that shared the same amount of anger you retorted, eyes digging deep inside the man's soul when conviction stayed at the corner far from your table, "if he wasn't in his right mind to draw the barriers I could have done so, man, I could've woke him and myself up from that dream that turned into a hella nightmare because of my oblivion and the way you deceived me."

"Deceived? Oh, please don't get me started, Y/N, you weren't in your right mind, and no one can blame you; god only knows what you've been through. How could I have added to that pile even more troubles," Jimin's glare softened as he reached for your hand, his sweaty palms attempting to provide you the sort of ease he didn't own, "but you still have time to fix this, you can do it even if it seems too late, believe me, it isn't."

Convincing someone isn't easy, mainly because it requires being a talented actor and, of course, believing in what you're trying to promote; it's actually the same as marketing when you believe in your product is more likely to sell out fast.

And Jimin had faith in his merchandise, in his cause.

"Look at me, Y/N," he grazed your jaw, summoning your gaze; with prudent glances, he swallowed your skeptical grimace; his hand, instead of leaving yours, was gripping it with more confidence emanating the trustworthiness he never failed to provide; Jimin always knew how to soothe you, he was the bandaid that patched your shuttered emotions, "you're the wiser here, and you need to make the call he couldn't do, leave him so you can survive."

Jimin used to be your emotional balm, but not any longer.

"Now you're telling me to leave, huh? After what?" You tossed his hand away and stood up without hesitation, pushing back in the process the chair behind you a bit further than intended, "you could have saved yourself the trouble; I could have been able to shut my heart years ago, but you kept me in the dark, and now what? Now you want me to leave as if I have a remote to control and switch off my heart; you know what, Jimin, the fault is mine; I should never have come here in the first place."

You took your purse and turned your heels, endeavoring to leave behind your shuttered heart with your now-dead friend before his words lodged in your ears, forcing the momentum to a halt, "his friend knows about the child, and soon he will as well, so I suggest you leave before being again left behind Y/N."

Throwing facts into someone's face is like slapping them; it comes unexpectedly surprising on a very negative note.

You rushed back to the table, throwing away your handbag somewhere on the ground; you discarded your seat and instead, made your way straight to Jimin's seated figure, firmly grabbing and forcing him to stand up by his collar, "not the child Jimin, he can't know about what has happened two years ago, it's a secret that should accompany us to the grave you hear me."

Jimin motioned the waiter who was coming towards you away with a cursory glance and a stiff upper lip; he softly caressed your shoulders while dragging his hands down your arms until they reached your clasped fists that rested on the fabric of his shirt, "I wish I had that much power to keep a secret hidden forever, it isn't me with loose lips, it isn't me the threat dear, the situation is out of my hands now." Tossing your fists away, Jimin reached for his keys and phone on the table and managed to establish a safety distance between your bodies.

"Who is it?" You questioned, your gaze meeting the ground to inspect the pavement mainly from the strength of the blown you received and utter exasperation, "who's the man holding our fate between his hands, Jimin?"

"His partner, I think you know him, and if you don't, it means that you will be soon introduced," Jimin walked forward until his shoulder collided with yours in an intended push and softly whispered while looking at the worried waiter and the whispering customers, "Min Yoongi."

"Yoongi, you never told me where you got that gem from," Taehyung questioned while puffing the smoke a few seconds captive inside his lungs, "I've been inquisitive about it."

"I've got my sources; you know people who owe me shit are always glad to pay their debts when I stroke money from the list of options," Yoongi smirked, his eyes fixed on the skyscraper he's been looking at for more than thirty minutes, "you know, they're willing to reach extreme lengths as far as they can keep the money buried deep beneath the pavement, such a big love for few figures printed on pieces of paper, it's really pathetic."

It wasn't warm; in fact, it was mid-winter, and albeit the clear skies, the weather forecasted a potential snow visit; nevertheless, Yoongi and Taehyung favored the building rooftop as their drinking spot for the night, watching the entire city from above induced different type of feelings in their bodies, the one of immense power and utter control being evident between them.

"You never updated me regarding the motherfucker's server house; I never heard from Chul either. Have you found anything worthy?" Taehyung casually started an interrogation session, albeit far from sober and closer to inebriated.

"Nothing much, actually," Yoongi answered dismissively while intaking the image of the busy city that never had a relaxing moment, "but we're still digging, the psychopath has many encrypted files, and it will take a bit longer to decipher them; why? I mean, what's with the sudden interest?"

Taehyung tossed the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it; his attention was summoned by Yoongi's useless question, "sudden interest? Man, my life is all about the vengeance I'm seeking, and you're questioning my interest; sometimes, I wonder if you're using any of the substances you sell, I swear."

"Glad you brought that up," Yoongi turned to face Taehyung and leaned his elbow on the railing to support his body which was weighing on a limb, "is there anything I'm unaware of? Something you haven't told me about? Don't get me wrong, but there seems to be a missing piece; the story is kind of unwhole."

Taehyung's body tensed; he sighed while moving his head further to his left to lock gaze again with the giant buildings in the view, and after rummaging in his thoughts for a few seconds, he broke the eerie silence, "nothing you should be concerned about, we signed a business contract Yoongi, not a marriage certificate that obliges us to reveal every single detail of our lives, let's stick to the rules, okay?"

Taehyung threw the beer can on the bin on his way to the stairway door, intending to end the conversation leading toward an uncemented road he didn't want to drive through. Still, soon his march been stopped, and he again found himself forced to listen to the older man's words carefully, "there's nothing good coming from that door, Taehyung, there's no need to wear shame for the rest of your life only to satisfy a mere feeling," Taehyung who was looking over his shoulder turned abruptly upon grabbing a grasp of Yoongi's words, he's attention has been sealed completely.

"I mean, the world is full of women, and you're above average; you just need to usher, and they will be at your feet," Yoongi added while approaching Taehyung's figure; he patted the younger's shoulder as he pursued further, "if a road is blocked with heavy traffic, changing the itinerary is an option to consider as well, no need to waste your precious time, and in case you haven't noticed yet, you've been stuck in a jam for so long, it's time to move on my friend."

"Are you cosplaying the role of an investigator now?" Taehyung questioned mockingly, "you enjoy this, don't you?" He'd tossed Yoongi's hand and enclosed the distance between them while locking a piercing gaze, "I don't know where you got your intel and what you're up to exactly, nor do I care, but let me set one thing straight, my personal matters are off limits."

Yoongi watched as Taehyung resumed his walk toward the stairway with utter frustration, and in order not to let it bottle further, he decided to overstep the boundaries again, "she is no good, Taehyung; she wasn't for your brother and most definitely won't be for you, if you forgot the reason you decided to carry this revenge from the beginning I'm here to remind you, man, all the problems started with her, had she stayed out of yours and your brother's life everything would have looked different now, Seokjin got fooled, and it cost him his life, don't do repeat the same mistake."

"I'm asking because you spiked my curiosity. What is your motive, your gain? I thought your problem was with Jungkook; you were set to make him pay for the three years you spent in prison due to his betrayal. Wouldn't it be beneficial to your case if he loses everything and remains alone?" Taehyung took a break awaiting answers to satiate his curiosity but soon resumed, "that's my big plan, Yoongi, which I didn't find it necessary to share with you since it doesn't concern you, but since you have a knack for butting in, let me put it out simply for you, I will strip him from everything, Y/N included; so you can sleep peacefully tonight, I'm not after cheap romance."

"Chill man, I was just trying to open your eyes so you can see clearly," Yoongi flashed Taehyung a phony grin and motioned him down the stairs to the floor beneath so they could catch the lift; Taehyung remained silent while deeply drowned in thoughts, Yoongi, at the other hand, kept inspecting Taehyung with side glances during their ride in the elevator. When they were about to reach the underground level where the parking lot was, he decided to throw a little piece of news to change the mood.

"You're right; now I can sleep comfortably; I was hesitant about letting you know before as I thought you loved her, not like you didn't, but; ah, man, I really suck with words," Yoongi kept playing with his lighter, but not only, he was playing with Taehyung's mind as well as he kept tinging his words with suspense, "what I want to say is, now that she doesn't matter to you anymore, letting you know that she had an abortion two years ago while still serving her sentence won't phase you, am I wrong?

Taehyung had his hand on the car's door handle but retrieved it upon capturing Yoongi's words; every cell in his body got alerted, and goosebumps started appearing, resulting from the sudden rise in his body temperature that was followed by a sweat breakout, "what are you talking about?"

"I figured out recently, and frankly speaking, I don't know much about it; the only thing I know is that she was pregnant when she was in the psych, but if you want to know more about it, you can ask her doctor, ah... what was his name again, ah, Jimy or Jim....oh yeah I remember now, Jimin is his name. He arranged everything so the COs wouldn't hear about the whole matter; everything was buried, and believe me, he did a good job indeed; it was pure luck that handed me this information; I guess it could be useful for your revenge; so I thought of sharing it, but I was skeptical about it at first due to your relation with her."

Taehyung was able to hear half of Yoongi's explanation as his ears refused to listen to the rest; it was when the name of his friend got mentioned that sounds started becoming muffled, his head spun harshly, and his fear became of collapsing in front of his partner, his visions blurred and sweat kept ambushing his body on the form of periodical waves. He had to leave.

"Ahem.. well, thank you for informing me; I'll use this info well."

He broke the route's code when he revved the engine to life and let the tires screech loudly against the pavement of the underground parking at high speed, and when he made sure Yoongi's figure was left behind and slowly disappeared, his trembling hand grabbed the phone and brought it near to his ear.

"Where you at?"

"Home, why? Is there a problem?"

"Stay right where you are, Jimin; we need to talk."

A/N

I couldn't be any happier people; Jungkook will perform tomorrow in Qatar for the world's cup opening ceremony; oh my God, I'm so proud of him 😍🥰 and Dreamers, gosh, the song is amazing; Jk is killing it.

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