"Oh I'm gonna get to him so bad."

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Taehyung bounded down the long hallway towards the head Sin's room, a smile spread widely across his angelic face.

Half of his brain was screaming at him, telling him he was stupid, that he was just going to get hurt, that Pride was a lost cause and he should be focusing on his own safety not this power hungry man.

But the other half of his brain was ecstatic at the though of helping someone.

Taehyung's kind soul has been worn down severely throughout the years by his parents, his "clientele" and any passerby who thought he looked like a target.

But that doesn't mean it was destroyed, there's was still a empathetic and warm heart in Tae, you could see it every time he laid his eyes on his sister or whenever he helped someone less fortunate than him.

And that heart was beating fast against his chest as that familiar feeling of the challenge.

His parents always told him to never talk to others, they told him it was because it wasn't his business but Taehyung believed it was because they didn't want to be found out for the abusers they were.

He pushes the negative thoughts of home away, choosing to not think about Taeyeon's treatment at this moment.

His smile falters as he finally reaches the large, onyx door.

The ash blonde boy has a staring contest with the gilded door knocker, a doubtful panic replacing the adrenaline that filled his chest moments ago.

Should you go back?

Maybe...

....

Nah

He takes a deep breath- he seems to be taking a lot more of those lately- and grips the golden handle with his left hand, right hand sitting awkwardly at his side.

He would normal place his hand on his hip but he was really trying to go for a "non-threatening" stance.

He squeezes his eyes shut and forces himself to knock the handle gently against the door three times.

Three is a safe number, right?

Yeah... two is too little

Four is too much.

Three.... three is good.

As Taehyung justifies his every decision, he forgets his eyes are still closed quite tightly, and his hand is still gripping the handle vigorously.

His mind is racing so fast he doesn't even notice when the door opens, yanking him inward as the door knocker was pulled forward into the room.

His eyes finally open wide in panic as he is flung into the dark room.

He lets go of the door and his arms flail wildly trying to grasp anything to catch his fall.

His forward momentum is stopped by a sturdy frame, his arms being held tightly by another pair.

Oh thank goodness I didn't die.

Wait

Taehyung's eyes remain wide as he jerks his head to look up at whatever or whoever caught his fall.

Unfortunately whoever caught his was looking down at that exact moment, causing the crown of Taehyung's head to collide painfully against the other man's jaw.

"Ow! What the fuck?" The man yells stumbling backward, releasing his grip on the blonde, dropping him on the floor.

"Ow ow ow ow..." Taehyung mumbles, clutching his head with one hand and rubbing his back with the other.

The two males sit there cursing to themselves for a moment or two before the reality of the situation dawned on either of them.

They whip their heads to face each other at the same time, making eye contact.

Taehyung stares into Pride's obsidian irises, and noticed his similarly shocked expression

Jungkook stares at Taehyung's wildly ruffled hair, sticking up in all directions, cheeks rosy and lips pouty.

He's cute when he's surprised Jungkook mentally notes, before his eyes expand even further-if possible- slamming his hand into the side of his head to dismiss the though.

Taehyung watches, bewildered as the ravenette turns away from him and curses again.

Tae takes this moment to collect himself off the ground and straighten his clothes and tidy his hair.

The taller sin seems to be having an argument within his own skull and Tae waits awkwardly for his attention, hands clasped together in front of his waist.

The blonde coughs audibly

Jungkook freezes before folding his arms in front of him, turning to face the shorter.

Taehyung notices a red tint to the usually intimidating boy's face.

Cute

He broke your finger.

... whatever

Hes pulled out of his thoughts by the sin's voice.

"What are you doing here?" Pride says, his voice not nearly as scary as usual, an almost embarrassed tone taking over.

Taehyung notes that for the very first time that the head Sin mustn't be very old, possibly younger than him. Remains of baby fat still clinging a bit to his cheeks. Without the dominating demeanor, the raven haired boy seeks just like any other person.

"I wanted to speak with you.." Taehyung trails off, continuing to take in every detail of the younger.

"You could have waited. I was in the middle of something important." Jungkook states firmly, straightening his back and tilting his head back a bit to examine the blonde.

"I... I really wanted to talk, now." Tae finishes vaguely, finally bringing his eyes to meet the taller's.

The two stand facing each other, neither knowing exactly what to say.

Tae's mouth opens and closes again a few times, he hadn't exactly planned further than knocking on the door. He was at a loss for words.

Jungkook shuffles his feet a bit, wondering the blonde could possibly want to talk about.

He though he had scared Taehyung enough for the boy to stop pursuing communication with him.

Jungkook had slowly realized while relaxing with his book that it would save some trouble to simply scare Taehyung away from him.

That way Jungkook wouldn't have to face his confusing emotions and Taehyung wouldn't have to be subjected to them.

But here he was, asking to speak to him.

Jungkook was perplexed to say the least.

Why wasn't Taehyung terrified of him?

Why didn't Taehyung hate him?

Why is he here?!

Pride realized he had been silent for much too long now and so he said the first thing that came to mind.

"Sit?"

"Excuse me?"

Jungkook fumbles with his fingers trying to make a full sentence.

"Do you uh... do you wanna sit down?" The ravenette extended amp arm towards a chair and couch tucked into the corner.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow and his gaze follow the pointing of the taller, eyeing the chair.

"Yeah... sure."

The two boys waked stiffly to the lounge area, Jungkook sitting in the small chair while Taehyung took his place on the couch.

"So-." Taehyung started

"I'm sorry about your finger."

Taehyung glances up at the younger with surprise.

He though he was going to have re-teach the head Sin empathy but it seems that he knows that.

Taehyung feels a pang of happiness in his chest. He knew that behind the dark person, the mask of Pride, there was a real human.

"Ah, this?" Taehyung wiggles his bandaged finger, "this is nothing." He flashed his rectangular smile towards Pride.

Pride finds himself at a loss for words once again, settling for a curt nod and "ah, that's good..."

Taehyung watches the man in the chair carefully, phrasing his next words in his mind thoughtfully.

"Pride, I wanted to ask-"

"Jungkook."

The blonde stops to stare at the other man.

"Huh?" Tae's lips form an O as he questions the outburst.

"My name..."

"It's Jungkook."

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