Taehyung padded into the kitchen as soon as he woke up in search of water. He had already finished the bottle Jungkook got him yesterday as the multiple rounds of ecstasy they had left his throat throughout dry.

Wanting something cool to drink, he opened the fridge and his jaw went slack in awe. It was filled with ingredients, fruits, beverages, sweets, and so many more things. His urge to stay here for a few more days truly skyrocketed.

His fridge was always nearly empty since he spent his whole free time drawing, caring little about food. But seeing all these delicious snacks sparked his appetite so much he could think of nothing else.

“Tae.”

Taehyung twisted his head at the raspy voice of his baby, and his breath froze momentarily. He was standing beside the door in nothing but his short sweatpants, mouthwatering abs, stout chest, and brawny biceps on display for him.

He had seen him naked countless times. He had kissed every inch of his heavenly muscles. But still, the spectacle was otherworldly.

Jungkook, of course, comprehended where his eyes lingered. The tip of his lips slanted up. “You felt my muscles for hours yesterday and even devoured them, I can say. Still not enough?”

“It’ll never be enough,” Taehyung breathed out. “Fuck, you’re sinful.”

A gentle snort jumped out of Jungkook. “Close the damn fridge.”

“Oh. Right.” Taehyung tittered, and he grabbed a bottle of water before closing the door. He gulped down a few sips and pattered closer to him. “Did I wake you?”

“Yes.” Jungkook looped his arms around his waist and pecked his lips. “But I realized you sneaked away from me when I heard the door opening. How dare you sneak away, hmm?” He playfully pressed his forehead against his, feigning affront.

Husky giggles flowed through Taehyung as a grin cut across his features. “I needed some water. It won’t happen again, sir,” he said in a purposefully louder voice in an urge to tease him back.

“Good boy,” Jungkook uttered against his lips before he captured them longingly. His hands ventured lower and squeezed his plump asscheeks, thrusting their pelvises together.

“Can’t you guys keep your hands off each other for like a second?” Yoongi sneered as he walked past them to get to the fridge.

The two broke their kiss but didn’t draw away from each other. “Where’s Chim?” Taehyung asked as he glanced back at him.

“Sleeping. I know he’ll be thirsty when he wakes up, so I came to take water for him.”

Taehyung’s eyes flew to Jungkook. “See? That’s a good boyfriend,” he teased with an impish fleer.

But Jungkook’s brows glided upwards and stood in two curves of dumbfoundedness with no inkling of a smile on his frozen face. “I... I—I’m your boyfriend?”

“Oh boy,” Yoongi muttered. With two water bottles in his hands, he strode towards the door and added, “Dumbass,” before he disappeared.

Taehyung remained still, then he broke into little giggles at how fucking adorable Jungkook was in that moment of realization. “Of course you’re my boyfriend, Jungkookie. And I’m your boyfriend as well.”

“Wow,” Jungkook let out, and his eyes found their focus on him soon enough. “What’s a boyfriend supposed to do?”

“Everything you’re already doing. Don’t worry. You’re doing amazing.” He drew a quick kiss on his cheek.

“But boyfriends go on dates and stuff, right? I can’t take you on a date...”

Taehyung’s lips trembled with the uncontrolled smile that burst onto his face. “Dates are for normal people. We’re not normal. And please don’t worry about these things. All I want is to be with you and hug you and kiss you. Being called boyfriends is just a title.”

A glimpse of a smile crawled its way to Jungkook’s traits, and he rubbed little circles over his lower back. “Just tell me if I do something wrong. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I just told you being called boyfriends is just a title,” he said with a notion of simpering annoyance. “Don’t stress about it. Just keep being you.”

Jungkook melted against him, nestling his chin against his shoulder. “Sorry I didn’t bring you water like Yoongi to Jimin.”

An outbreak of laughter shook Taehyung’s chest, intense enough to jar both. “I woke up before you, anyway, baby. Let’s go freshen up and then lie down for a bit more.”

“Okay.” Jungkook painted a kiss on his neck and withdrew.

They visited the bathroom together to freshen up, being even comfortable enough to relieve themselves with the other there.

Once they exited the bathroom, Jungkook gently held onto his hand to stop him from heading to their room. “You wanna see something unreal?”

“Is it your cock?”

A little choked sound crossed between amusement and surprise startled out of Jungkook. “You’re unbelievable.”

Taehyung chuckled. “Yes, I want to see something unreal.”

Jungkook interlaced their fingers and guided him to the end of the hallway. He pushed the door open and delicately urged him inside.

A mask of absolute shock ripped through Taehyung’s face as he stared at the mountain of cash that filled the entire room. “What... the... fuck?”

“Unreal, right?”

“Is this real money?”

“Of course,” Jungkook scoffed. “And that’s just my father’s money in this house. I’m sure he has a bunch of these mountains in other places as well.”

Taehyung gathered his lucidity enough to glance at him. “Do you have that much money too?”

“Yes, Tae.” He girdled his waist with his arms, pressing their chests together. “I wanted to show you this to understand I mean it when I say I have more money than I can spend. So please don’t worry about money. You can ask me anything you want and you’ll have it.”

“How can you trust me so much?”

Jungkook smiled at the quiet voice that seeped into his ears. “You wanted me before you even know what my job is. You wanted me even when you hadn’t seen my face yet. Even when... you knew I was hiding from someone. You had no idea who I was, but still you kept trying to get close to me. I can trust you with my life, Taehyung.”

Taehyung momentarily lowered his eyes that bristled with fondness and graced him with a small joyful smile as he riveted them on him again. “I love you so much, Jungkookie.”

“I love you too.” Jungkook strung their smiling lips together in a peck, then led him out of the room.

“Why the room doesn’t have a lock of something?” Taehyung asked as they trudged towards their bedroom.

“No one will dare steal Jeon Hyun Joon’s money.”

“Why?”

Jungkook cast him a sidelong glance. “Let’s not talk about that.”

Taehyung picked up on the secrets hiding beneath his hushed remark, but didn’t push him to know more. “What about your mother? I’ve never heard you talk about her.”

“I talk to her once a month. She has her own clothing department store, so she tries to stay away from my father’s business.”

“How did they meet then?”

“She was a part of the underworld in the past. She was working for another dealer, and she had a meeting with my father to buy his drugs. My father fell in love with her and basically stole her. He offered her triple to work for him, and she accepted it.”

Taehyung listened carefully and nodded as he finished, stepping into their room. “And why did she stop?”

Jungkook sat in the bed with his back propped against the headboard and pulled Taehyung onto his lap. He anchored his hands on his waist and craned his neck a bit to kiss his rosy lips.

“She didn’t want this life. She only started dealing drugs because she needed money. Her sister was sick. She had cancer, and my mom didn’t have money for the treatment that could give her a few more months to live. The money my father offered her was more than enough, and she managed to live for a whole year longer. They weren’t ready to say goodbye to each other. But when can someone be ready to say goodbye to someone they love?”

“I’m so sorry, Kookie,” he uttered, sadness deeply engraved in his characteristics.

Jungkook squeezed his waist. “Obviously I didn’t get to meet her, but knowing how much my mother suffered from her loss hurts.”

“I can imagine...” Taehyung fused their foreheads, rubbing caresses of comfort on his nape.

“When my aunt died, my mother disappeared and my father went crazy. He looked everywhere for her and found her the next day. That’s when they got together.”

“You said he fell in love with her at their first meeting,” Taehyung observed. “Why didn’t he do anything for a whole year to have her?”

“She kept rejecting him,” he said with a silent laugh. “She didn’t want to be with someone who rules the underworld, since she wouldn’t stay in the business. But she wanted him too. And he comforted her more than anyone when my aunt died. My father knew her dream was to open a department store with high-end clothes, and he bought her a building as a gift, telling her she could have the life she wanted even if she was with a drug dealer.”

“Wow, that’s so fucking romantic, though,” Taehyung breathed out in wonder.

Jungkook snorted softly. “Yes. I want to do the same for you.”

“Stop tempting me, because I’m this close to accepting your offer. Money always stresses me so much.”

Jungkook carved a row of kisses on his jawline, smiling. “I’ll make sure you’ll never stress about money again. How much are all of your drawings worth?”

“About three million won.”

“Hmm, that’s so little.”

Taehyung’s eyes squinted in disapproval, but with the mountain of money he saw minutes ago, he quickly realized how little indeed that amount must be for him. “No comment...”

“I’ll buy all of them with two more zeros.”

Taehyung flinched. “You—You want to give me three hundred million? No, you’re insane.”

“I don’t know if I’m insane, but I’m definitely crazy about you.” Jungkook knotted his fingers into his hair and sealed their lips into a fiery kiss with tongues sliding together roughly, igniting flames of passion inside them.

🥀

The rest of the day was consumed with a round of blazing sex, a long shower, which naturally led to another quickie, a voluptuous lunch with all of them, and relaxing and chatting.

Taehyung also called Hoseok to inform him of where they were and with who, and Hoseok made him and Jimin promise to meet tomorrow to narrate everything in detail.

Late in the afternoon, the time to say goodbye came, and Jungkook sank into a bottomless sulk as soon as Taehyung told him he had to leave.

Sitting on the couch and clutching him for dear life, he untucked his pouty face from his neck to look at Yoongi. “Let me come with you now that you’ll drive them home.”

Yoongi rolled his head in frustration. “Jungkook—”

“Please,” he mumbled. “I can spend one more hour with him this way.”

Taehyung, smiling sadly, pulled back enough to set his eyes on him and cupped his cheeks. “I can come here again, Kookie, don’t worry. I don’t want you to endanger your safety for me.”

“The cars don’t have tinted windows, Kook. It’s too dangerous,” Yoongi said.

And Jungkook’s features sank even more. “Fine,” he murmured halfheartedly and locked their hands together to escort him outside.

Namjoon and Seokjin said their goodbyes before the four of them headed out of the house. Standing beside the car, Jungkook swathed him into his arms as a subdued exhalation emitted from him. “Tomorrow morning, a guy named Shin Joon will come to your store to buy all of your draw—”

“Jungkook—”

“A few of your drawings,” Jungkook corrected with a grunt. “Because as I said, I want to have something here that’ll remind me of you, okay?”

Unsure about how to feel or what to say, Taehyung nodded hesitantly. He truly felt thankful for what Jungkook wanted to do for him, but it didn’t feel right at the same time. The only thing he could do for him was help him clear his name. And he would do anything in his power to achieve that.

Taehyung planted loving kisses on his neck and drew back to gaze at his hazel eyes. “Thank you, Jungkookie. For everything. And I love you so much.”

Jungkook leaned to claim his mouth in a long kiss, squeezing him with an arm against his chest. “Don’t thank me. I want your drawings all over this place. So don’t think I’m only doing this for you and feel uncomfortable. I just want you to be happy, angel. I wish I could keep you here to make you happy all the time. And I love you too.”

“I’m happy just knowing I have you.” Taehyung kissed him once more and reluctantly detached himself from him. “I’ll call you, hmm?”

“Yes, love. I’ll wait. Stay safe for me.”

“You too.” Taehyung hurried to steal another peck from him, but Jungkook latched on him to keep him immobile and kiss him deeper.

They broke apart with lots of pecks, smiling fondly between each one, until Taehyung stepped back again. He slipped into the car, afraid he wouldn’t be able to leave if he heard another word from Jungkook or gazed at the melancholy in his pretty eyes for a second longer.

. . .

After safely arriving at his house, Taehyung thanked Yoongi, hugged his best friend goodbye, and stepped out of the car. He watched as it gradually vanished from his vision and marched off to his car. He had some answers to get from his father, and he would get them no matter what.

The short drive came to an end, and he parked his car. He walked to the door, and soon he noticed his mother’s figure waiting for him. A smile rippled across his face as he spread his arms to engulf her into his hug, but her terrified expression stalled his movements.

“Oh my God, baby, what happened to your face?”

Taehyung dug his teeth into his bottom lip as he dropped his head. Fuck, he had completely forgotten about his bruise with the consuming determination to get his answers. “Nothing, don’t worry. I slipped in the bathroom and hit my cheek on the sink. I’m really fine.”

Hee Jin placed a tender knuckle and her thumb on his chin and lifted his head to examine his injury. “Taehyung. Don’t lie to me. I’m a nurse. I’ve seen millions of these bruises. Who hit you?”

Taehyung lowered her hand, avoiding eye contact. “I promise I’m fine. Can we leave it at that?”

Hee Jin’s chest fluttered to a dragging fall with the throaty sigh that leaked out of her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. How are you?”

She led the way inside then with her son following. “Good. Just a little tired. Na Min-ssi is cooking dinner. Stay to eat together.”

As his mother took her seat on the couch, Taehyung stood beside her. “Sorry, I have to finish a few drawings for tomorrow. I just came by to see you and father. Is he in his office?”

“Yes. He came back a few hours ago from his trip to Yeosu.” Her eyes drifted to his bruised cheek continuously and gloomed more and more. “Who did this to you, Taehyung?”

“Mom. It’s really nothing. I’ll go greet father.” He patted her head, brushing aside the sullenness in her gaze since he couldn’t possibly explain what had happened.

He proceeded to his office and knocked thrice on the door. Mi Sung’s voice sounded a beat later, telling him to come in, and he pulled on the double sliding door to enter.

His face remained frigid as he edged closer to his desk and tightened even more at the vile apathy he espied in his father’s expression.

Mi Sung closed the binder he was holding and reclined. “Why are you here, Taehyung?”

“You did it, didn’t you?”

“What?”

“You called the cops on Jungkook.”

Mi Sung simply stared at him, near uninterested. “Yes.”

A whiffle in disbelief burst out of his lungs as his exasperation flared dangerously. “Why? Why would you do this? He’s innocent!”

“So is Kang Soo,” he shot back with a slight edge of vexation, which it was apparent he strove to conceal. “But that motherfucker still wants to kill him.”

Taehyung’s tensed frame loosened in surprise mixed with bewilderment as his eyes hazed over. “What? He’s not trying to kill him. He just wants to clear his name.”

Mi Sung’s indifferent persona cracked with the sudden huff he spewed. “That’s what he said to you? That’s a load of bullshit. He wants to clear his name and then kill him, Taehyung. To take revenge for something Kang Soo didn’t do.”

“How can you be so sure it wasn’t him?”

“Because we were together that night.”

Taehyung held onto his silence, considering the new information. “Can you prove that?”

“No.”

“Then you can be lying to save his ass!” he growled in a sudden blaze of fury.

“I’m not lying. I’m telling you, Kang Soo didn’t fucking do this.”

Something crackled in Mi Sung’s eyes, Taehyung perceived, and it bombarded his forehead with deep creases as he endeavored to read behind it. There was affront in his usually steely eyes and an assuredness that clasped his heart ruthlessly, seconds away from ripping it off his chest. “You... You don’t know... who did this, right? You can’t know. Tell me you don’t know.”

But then Taehyung saw something he wished he wouldn’t with all his heart. Mi Sung dodged his stare. He didn’t have the confidence to maintain eye contact. And it could only mean one thing.

“Oh my God, you know,” Taehyung spluttered through ragged breaths, heartbeat pounding harsher the moment he vocalized these words. “Who? Who is it? Tell me who did this to him!”

Mi Sung squashed his fingers into a fist, grim eyes anchored on the desk. “Leave.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung choked out as he clutched his shirt, his knees so close to buckling under the mass of disgust and disbelief that weighed down upon his shoulders. “Tell me. Help him clear his name.”

“I said leave.” Mi Sung thrust his chair back as he stood up and stormed towards him. He hauled him towards the door with ease, ignoring his protest. “And don’t say something stupid to Jungkook. I don’t know anything.”

“You know!” Taehyung groaned as he struggled against his grip. “You fucking know.” He grasped the door for support, making him stop his pushes. “Tell your man to stop following me around.” With a final shove, he was found out of the office, and the door was shut in his face a second later.

His breath jerked out of him in sharp, quick explosions as his watery eyes stared vacantly at the door. I can’t believe this...

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