Words are sharper than knives; they dig deeper and draw blood.

The case is graver when the words are said by someone we care about, cherish, and love, the scar they cause can never be treated, it just cannot heal.

That's how you felt when you rushed your way to reach the elevator, seeking a place to hide and release the tears you kept imprisoning, the feeling was overwhelming, and the itching in that heart of yours couldn't be described.

Nor subdued.

His voice was resounding vividly in your ears that nearly drove you toward a panic attack, you barely managed to calm yourself with the pills you always carried around in your bag ever since you left the hospital, nevertheless, oblivion was far from reach.

" What gives you that much confidence sweet y/n?" He asked as he enclosed the left distance between the two of you, his breaths fanning your neck having the mission of imprinting his words like the art a wood carver would create, " is it Jeon?"

You gulped the lump in your throat while your eyes shut, it was a mixed feeling between ignominy and shame that kept bottling inside your chest, it was disgusting to the point you felt your bile threatening to come out at any second.

As his hands clasped your arm forcing you to turn around to hold his gaze, your heartbeat became louder than the rumbling storm outside, you weren't scared of him, he had no right to show any type of jealousy nor to blame you for a thing, what scared you was the thought of being discarded.

As if you weren't already.

"I don't follow, and I need to go so maybe we can talk later"

" What is there to postpone sugarplum? Or maybe a bit afraid to show your cards, afraid to lose the one waiting in the line?"

If you were to be asked what bothered you more between his raw words and his rough touches on your neck, you would for sure settle for the latter, his touches were nowhere near soft, the hand of his that was placed on your jugular moved to the center of your neck, slowly tightening the hold until your airways started burning.

"Why so quiet sugarplum, it's not good manners to keep me waiting is it now?" He was tempting you, he was playing with your emotions, this became clear when his hand moved swiftly from your neck to your waist and pulled you dangerously close to him, your lips almost brushed, causing a kind of anticipation to arise in you that you would have done better without.

A sly grin on his lips before he let his words sink into your brain alimenting further the disgust you were already feeling, "I thought you were a limited edition that only one person could land a hand on, figures I've been blinded that I confused imitation with original, my bad".

Your fists over his chest pushed him strongly jolting him away, you looked for the old Taehyung you once knew and somehow grew in love with inside his eyes but met some soulless spheres, animated only with hatred and abhorrence.

There was nothing you could say and frankly speaking, there was no need, he already made an image about you the day he saw you with Jungkook acting all coy and touchy while being in a respectable business dinner, you kissed the last bit of hope you had in regaining him goodbye the moment you finally met him back after two long years, so you just turned your heels rushing toward the door.

" Not everything that shines is gold, old sayings are always right"

If in this immense universe there was a thing Taehyung was convinced about, well that would be your worth, dirt was way more valuable, at this point, even dogs' feces could be considered diamonds when compared to you.

Hatred is such a strong emotion, hatred is such an ugly parasite that feeds on both the brain and heart.

Your eyes were almost at the back of your skull from the intense roll, you were just done with Jungkook's acts, he was pestering you while you were already annoyed enough with the thoughts of that toxic conversation you had with Taehyung a few days ago, and the man just couldn't put a sock on it and shut it close for a minute.

" I told you the deal is secured, are you growing senile with each added year to your life span Jungkook?"

"Details beauty, what I need...is for you to open up those beautiful lips and spell details since you see, I've got only that much patience left".

" I sent the report to Taehyung, the caterpillars resumed the work, the mayor is happy and so you should be celebrating somewhere far from this room. I don't think I need to see you out, do I?"

And if in this universe there was a thing you were sure about, that would be without doubt your immense hatred and disgust toward Jungkook.

You thought he was sensitive enough to have understood your urgent need for some privacy, but you were pathetically wrong, not as if he was dumb or anything of that sort no, not at all, he just was so used to having his way in everything, he wasn't used to be lectured nor to oblige to other's orders, which was the reason you weren't shocked when instead of hitting the way toward the door, he led toward your bed, there were you were lifelessly laying, a carcass without a soul.

Now, it's true that you were familiar with his insisting nature, not to mention that despite the generous amount of hatred you had for him, you still were comfortable enough around him to close your eyes and lay exquisitely on your bed looking like a whole drool-worthy meal ready to be devoured. You knew Jungkook as the palm of your hand, you expected every one of his actions way before they could be proceeded by his brain even, you grew up together so reading between his lines became a given at a certain point until you figured he was nothing like the person you thought you knew. You were convinced though that he could only stoop as low as he did or else, he would be no better than a filthy cockroach, which you firmly believed he wasn't.

Not until you felt the bed weighing on an edge, and you were finally pinned with a large palm resting at your other side.

" What is it again? Should I kick you out to make myself clear?"

Courtesy of the number of antidepressants you shoved down your throat earlier with a few drops of Xanax, you were on a high like no other, which summoned bravery that you usually lacked and honestly, were better of without.

As screwed up as it may seem, you at least were in your right mind at that moment, sanity that couldn't be there had you been sober.

"Oh beauty, if only you could keep my words like you always keep those earrings of yours deep in your brain", his hand was busy tucking your hair behind your ear, softly dragging it down your cheek until it met your neck and proceeded down with a hint of hunger " you don't get to order me around beauty, cause if you do, it comes down to my ears as an invitation to sin just to show you that I'm not meant to follow orders, I'm the one who casts orders."

The room fell under the spell of a haunting silence as his hand kept exploring your décolleté, only a few inches before it could land between the split of your generous bosoms.

And God, that has alerted you finally.

" Should I beg then?" You raised an eyebrow waiting for his answer to a question that brought a rather attractive smirk to his lips, " cause I don't mind it actually, I can even drop on my keens" well, the smirk disappeared in a second.

"The thing about you Jungkook is that you keep overlooking a crucial detail about me" you sat and leaned your back to meet the headboard, " I'm a person with absolutely nothing to lose, not even a pride left behind to protect, just say the word and I will drop down in a matter of seconds".

He sported an explainable look, emotionless but embedded with fury, one that you couldn't see but it was fuming inside him. In the blink of an eye he pulled you in, drank from your breaths and the musky scent he was already addicted to, his eyes fixed on yours shooting daggers tainted with pure male pride and toxicity, " anything that belongs to me is meant to hold my dignity, to protect it, everything you included y/n and if anyone breaks this rule, I will make sure they rather dream about being six feet under, cause frankly speaking leading a life would become worst than hell itself".

Jungkook roughly jolted you and watched as you fell on the bed powerless, he didn't want to lash at you but you always had your magic ways of enraging men, he left you behind and turned around to find the door, "I gave you a mission and I'm waiting for results, get me that Taehyung at any cost before I start questioning your usefulness".

" What you want from him Jungkook, wasn't Seokjin enough? Am I not enough already?"

"You?" He turned around and questioned, " you really can't see beyond your nose, can you? Listen, I'm not having this discussion again, Taehyung has all the connections I need to take my first steps in politics, he's clean and that's exactly what I need" you were in disbelief while listening to his words, and much more irritated as he grinned cunningly " Plus, I need that company of his, from the beginning it was something I wanted, it took a longer route but it's okay, I love the long chase".

"Your sick Jungkook. Snap out of your trance that company is no longer Seokjin's, the man bought it and he's trying to build a future for himself, Jungkook the man isn't even aware of our past, let him breathe for God's sake".

" It was a fucking bad omen" he shouted if there was any kind of calmness in him before, well that has disappeared, anger was obvious on his ethereal features, and if you weren't scared enough from the sudden rise in his voice, you were surely startled as he strongly landed a fist on the poor nightstand, the impact was powerful enough that has knocked down the lamp which was only a few seconds before happily lightening the corner, " everything became a bad omen the moment you have chosen that son of a bitch y/n, anything linked to that man is bad news, I need to clean it and to do so, I need to make it mine, YOU UNDERSTAND".

It's weird and unexplainable how a person could change drastically, it's scary to think every individual has many personalities hidden inside and waiting for the right timing to get peeled like an onion, and once the core is exposed it stings just the way the onion does, it leaves you with teary eyes mainly from disappointment.

"I'm not cutting you any slack and I won't tolerate the slightest mistake, wrap it up nicely, and ah before I forget" what was there to add even? you weren't sure and when it came to Jungkook, you couldn't even foresee what was coming your way, not after having lost him as a friend and gained him as an enemy, " we're getting married after this deal is sealed, so act accordingly and don't ever think about dropping on your knees for anyone, me included"

"Jungk—

"ENOUGH! Not a word beauty, keep your high intact or add some more and go to sleep."

Having your pressure point exposed is as humiliating as being naked in front of an audience. It sucks.

You cried until days became months and months turned into years, so there were no more tears to drop over such a trivial matter when you lived much worst, even if the matter meant getting tied from your ankle to your enemy for a lifetime.

Nice! keep it pouring.

The blazing rage that once was lit inside your chest eventually died leaving behind foggy smoke, but the case of Taehyung was different, while yours died, his was still consuming him from the inside, it was like waves of fire swallowing down an entire forest.

" Belt up".

"I swear on—

"I said shut the fuck up", silence reigned which made the muffled pleas more audible, which also became in less than a second, a form of unrequested irritation.

"See, you bring it upon yourself mate" he spoke as he titled the man's chin, forcing him to meet his sinister stares " it was a simple mission yet you fucked it up, it must be hard to function with a brain so dull as this one" he kept smacking the man on his head multiple times " I hope you at least know what follows a failure, tell me that you got at least that one right man please".

"I couldn't break through sir, the security is tight not to mention the guards around the server area, but I promise, I swear on my child that I will make it if--" The man busted into tears, he was almost kissing Taehyung's bluchers as he pleaded heartfully. He messed up big time.

"... if you just give me another chance, I will prove myself useful"

A guffaw suddenly erupted breaking the silence that followed the man's words, the fact that it was a mocking one should be underlined and with flashy colors, what Taehyung lacked in physical aggressiveness was made up for fully when it came to psychological torture, it was one of his potentials and he didn't see any bad in putting it into wise use.

"A second chance you say...man, you're really funny" he continued laughing while he crouched leveling up with the man who was still on his knees, but his laughter crisis halted abruptly and swiped places with a rather scary glance as his hand reached to Yoongi's gun "what you saw in me that made you think that I'm a man of mercy?" The gun finally pointed at the man's head.

The connection between Taehyung and Yoongi was far away from realistic that no words could do it justice, call it a spiritual link or a buddies thing it doesn't matter, their reception was faster than 5G which made it seem like they function with a shared brain, and the way Yoongi slid his gun on the ground for Taehyung to grab at the right moment was a vivid proof of it.

It may be an exaggeration and maybe he just saw it coming and sensed its necessity as Taehyung started losing patience, and him too.

" Kim, let's put an end to it already, gotta go I've some important business" Yoongi was annoyed, Taehyung always took a long time before 'getting the job done', which wasn't Yoongi's style.

"Heard him? That man is busy mate, you're costing him money, in different words, you're digging your grave deeper, I would've been wiser if I was in your shoes".

" Plea—

"Okay mate, I got it", as he positioned the hammer backward, the man shivered in fear feeling almost on the verge of death.

" But I have the blueprint" the man shouted in a desperate attempt to save his life.

" See Kim, I told you many times, the kinds of these react only if their guts sense danger" Yoongi scoffed as he pointed toward the kneeling man " he's showing signs of the small balls syndrome I'm telling you".

" Chul, wrap it up and get a nurse for the scum, fetch a female she may turn useful for him in many ways" Yoongi ordered watching with disgust the man laying on the ground.

" You're not planning to sleep here Kim are you?" With firm steps, he led his way toward Taehyung who was studying the design of the p30 still in his hold, "give it back Kim, I don't want you hurt or sum like that".

It was as if Taehyung was waiting for some sort of cue, he didn't think twice before shooting taking as his aim the empty bottle of beer that Yoongi had just finished.

"Nice one, but what was it for again?"

"Graduation ceremony, I just tossed my mortarboard you took no pictures? Such a shame".

Taehyung smirked and led the way as Yoongi followed, he was trying hard not to punch the arrogant long-haired man in front of him, mainly because he found him adorable most of the time.

" See how I have diagnosed the man before with a single glance?" Yoongi questioned as they were leaving the warehouse, he was being serious about his doctor cosplay situation.

"..and?"

"I've diagnosed you as well" Taehyung halted his steps and turned around to take a glimpse of the man behind him "it's the blue ball syndrome I'm afraid, all the signs you're showing are pointing at it, your irritation for example" Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and moved forward.

"Such a variety you've got there Min".

"Come with me, I have a prescription for you," said Yoongi as he motioned Taehyung's driver to take his car and leave.

If Yoongi was fond of Taehyung, the younger shared the same emotion albeit the short relationship they had, it was a rare sight to see Taehyung refusing any of Yoongi's propositions or requests, and it wasn't any different tonight as well.

But he regretted it soon.

Taehyung wasn't in the mood for loud music and sweaty bodies sticking to each other, he wasn't in the mood for that type of fun at that kind of time but he obliged when Yoongi insisted.

"I guess I told you I've gotta prescription for you" He took a sip of his chilled whiskey before pointing his index toward the crowd, " choose one and I'll take care of the rest", Taehyung smirked, he couldn't believe his ears, " what are you laughing at Kim, you need a good fuck period."

"I've been practicing abstinence, may as well become a monk".

"Or burst".

Finally, something or someone brought a subtle smile to Taehyung's lips, it was genuine and he appreciated the temporary oblivion, he thought he may have a night, just one normal night in years for himself to enjoy his age and throw everything behind his back, but at the back of his head, there was itchiness that almost spoke words in his ears, telling him that that night would be no different, that he should snap out from his fake happiness.

Seems that the itchiness had a human form, a body he knew, a face he couldn't fail to recognize even under dimmed lights, a figure seated at the counter downing what seemed to be the fifth shot in a row.

Fuck.

A/N

Together bam huh KVDS! this one is purely yours 😉

Readers, how is it so far? what do you think about it? any thoughts about where all this is going?

besides all this drama, any playlist recommendations for this book genre?

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