"Why hurt someone whose only intention was to love you?"

22/12/20
Rewritten :: 18/08/24

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Third person POV

"Sir Jungkook?" The man called for the third time, watching with confusion written all over his face. The mafia staring at the screen in front of him with unfocused eyes, the papers scattered all over the wide glass table.

Jackson waited patiently for the mafia to respond but the raven didn't move an inch as he hesitated before stepping forward and softly tapped the mafia's shoulder from behind. The raven's trance breaking as he now focused on the man in front of him.

His eyes were losing their focus, narrowing, glaring into the soul of the person standing in front of him as he pushed the papers away, loud yell resting on his lips.

"If this is what I pay you for? The fuck you are doing?" The male in front of him shrieked back, stepping a tiny step back as he apologised to the mafia boss, bowing. His hands shook at the furry.

The mafia continued to glare at the man in front of him, the employee young. "Do them again and before deciding to waste my time, reach Kim Namjoon, get out!" The male uttered, his words loud and cold.

The employee bowed, numerous apologies on the tip of his tongue, picking up the scattered papers with his shaking hands, he left. The mafia let out a deep sigh, throwing his hands angrily, the paper weight rolling down on the floor as silence followed.

His frown deepened on his face, jaw clenching and unclenching with undefined anger as he looked back at Jackson, "Did you find the backslider from last week's event?" The mafia asked, the other nodding his head.

As Jungkook stood up from his place, straightening his coat, he slammed his palm on the table. With rage as he stepped away from the room, the guard followed.

As he stopped at the door frame, "And, ask somebody to check on Taehyung." He said, his orders not something to defy as Jackson nodded, uttering a small "Yes, sir." but he flinched as the mafia looked back at him from his shoulder, his eyes darkening to a shade that scared Jackson.

"And don't dare mess this up." The threat made Jackson gulped, the mafia walking forward, furious.

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"Where are you, Tae?"

Seokjin looked around himself, the empty hallway in front of him allowing him to let his breath out as he caressed his little baby bump, worried and cautious as he stepped into Jungkook's wing.

His heartbeat already increased as he looked down at bulging tummy, "I am not scared, just worried." He let out, chuckling to himself as he frowned when noticed two guards standing outside a room's door.

A guard coming down from the other way as Seokjin straightened his posture, narrowing his eyes. He stepped forward, the guards in front of the door bowing at him, he nodded.

Stopping to stare at the room's wooden door, the guards looked confused. "Who's inside?" He asked, the men in front of him hesitating as one of them bowed down. His eyes were staring at the floor.

"I- I am sorry, sir. But Sir Jeon has ordered us to keep shut." The guard looked scared, Seokjin's eyes widening. Found him. The male stopped himself from yelling out loud.

As he glared at the men when another man, dressed in black pants and shirt, the white coat adoring his figure reached to the door. Seokjin watched sharply at the familiar person, his sight falling to the medical stuff he held. His heart falling into his stomach.

"Sir Kim, please step away." The guard asked, Seokjin reaching for the trolley the man held as he looked into the man's orbs, darkening his own with the hint of anger, even Namjoon was scared of.

"I'll do it. Let me inside." Seokjin demanded, the guard in front of him widening their eyes as their breath was knocked out of his throat.

"I have a professional degree in medicine. The prisoner is very special to Jeon, you wouldn't want him to get hurt, right?" The doctor beside Seokjin stepped a step back, gulping his saliva down his throat.

"I-i can't allow you sir-

"Am not asking, I am telling you to let me inside." Seokjin uttered, his voice getting thicker with each passing second as the guard in front of him stood his ground. Seokjin's jaw tightening.

"I will inform Sir Jeon-

Seokjin stepped forward angrily, clutching the guard's collar in his fist as he pulled him closer, his orbs spitting fire. "Are you opening the door or should I make you believe that I am an assassin too?" Seokjin's words were heavy and thick in the air, and the guard gulped.

If he opened the door he dies and if not;
He would definitely die.

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The blonde flinched from the nap he had fallen into after crying, his face messy with the dried tears and lips busting from pain as he picked up himself from the bed, crying out a gasp of pain. His hand immediately reached to his shoulder, the one he had hit at the wall.

Taehyung sat down on the edge of the bed as he tried looking back at his skin only to whimper when a series of aches hit his petite figure. The blonde shook his head, looking at the glass of water on the side stool.

The younger carefully filled the glass, taking it to his lips and wanting at least to ease the thirst present in his throat, when his attention was diverted toward the wooden frame, the soft click of the passcode opening made his eyes widened.

As he hurriedly put down the glass and looked around the empty room, his heart sinking to his abdomen, the fear so loud in his ears. The dried blood on his lips made him remember the strength of Yoongi's punches.

He had been hit with the feeling of anger numerous times, he knew how it felt to be hit with strength to make his soul scared, but Taehyung had never been hit with the force that included anger and hate together.

Those two emotions that could burn anybody in their fire. Taehyung shivered at the thought of Yoongi paying him a visit, in the office the raven had stopped him but now, who would?

As he watched with horror eyes, the door opened. The tall man stepped inside the small room;
Seokjin closed the door behind him softly as he looked around the room, eyes frowning in confusion when saw nobody in the room as his heart stopped with worry.

Walking a little forward, he opened his mouth to call out for the other, hesitating with the thought of entering the wrong room when he heard a whimper. Bending down on his knee level, a loud gasp left his lips. The younger one hid under the bed, pressing himself closer to the corner.

"T-Tae.. Taehyung, o-open your eyes, baby." Seokjin stuttered, his voice not more than a whisper, the boy in front of him flinched, opening his eyes. Matching his big wet puppy orbs with Seokjin's soft one.

As a hiccup escaped his lips, throwing himself into Seokjin's warm embrace, he sobbed. The elder looked horrored at the younger's condition, pulling him out as he held him closer to himself, loud cries piercing his heart.

The blonde clutched on the other's shirt, tears wetting the fabric as he felt his back being caressed by the elder. His cries died out after what felt like half an hour. Feeling himself tucked up into bed as the elder draped his figure with a duvet.

Taehyung stared at Seokjin. The elder didn't utter a word as he started cleaning the blood near his lips, the touch making the blonde flinch. He followed the elder's movements when a question tripped on his tongue.

"Hyung, d-did you know?" The question Taehyung asked made the other stilled and the blonde feared he had made the elder mad but Seokjin composed himself, continuing his work, nodding his head silently.

The blonde felt his sight burn with new tears at the information, the betrayal fresh on his heart. The lone water droplet slipped down his cheek as he felt it hard to breathe.

Seokjin did his work in silence as he put ointment near the cut on Taehyung's lower lip, softly letting him stretch his jaw to decrease the pain. When his sight fell on the red bruise on Taehyung's shoulder, slightly visible from behind his sweatshirt.

The male stood up, turning the younger man around as he pulled the hood down, gasping worriedly at the reddish skin, orbs filling with pity and sadness for the man sitting in front of him. Softly tapping the place with cloth dipped in warm water as the blonde startled.

"This will hurt a bit." Seokjin whispered while watching Taehyung struggle, when a forced chuckle caught his attention. Looking at the blonde mop of hair, he stopped his work.

"You don't have to show me fake concerns, hyung. I am okay." Taehyung said and even though honey dripped from his voice, the tone left a bitter taste on his own tongue. Immediate wave of guilt surrounded his heart when Seokjin let out a stuttered breath as he felt the hotness of warm water soothing on his skin.

"I was fifteen when the orphanage I and my six year old brother lived in caught a businessman's attention. He wanted the land to build a complex but the owner was determined to not leave his children homeless." Seokjin uttered, Taehyung listening to him attentively, staring in the thin air.

"One Night the businessman visited the orphanage and killed the owner in front of all the children, leaving us traumatised and without a roof." Seokjin recited as Taehyung's heart leaped loudly behind his limbs, hurting for his hyung and his brother.

Wait- brother?

"I was the oldest and of course hot headed-" Seokjin chuckled, sadness dripping from his words as Taehyung tried turning around only to be stopped by the elder's hand which continued bandaging him on his shoulder.

"I protested so the businessman killed my six year old brother in front of me to teach me a lesson-" Seokjin's words were cut short with a loud gasp of horror as he ignored the younger and tied the bandage.

"My Hyunie.. he died in my arms, calling me hyung one last time." Seokjin patted the bandaged area softly as Taehyung turned around, his eyes slightly wet, the emotion of sadness and pity dominating his orbs as Seokjin looked dead into his eyes.

"The businessman was your father, Taehyung." And as soon as those words left his lips, Taehyung was letting out a gasp of shock. His words choking his throat, the blonde felt it hard to breathe, making his face red from suffocation. The younger male couldn't meet Seokjin's eyes.

The elder pushed the stuff away as he took the bowl of fruits in his palm, looking at the younger whose locks covered half of his face, Seokjin's eyes saddening. He shouldn't have.

"Tae.." The male called, expressions of pity on his face as Taehyung looked up, face scrunched in the silent cry resting on his lips. Eyes so guilty that could melt the cold ice of the mountains.

Seokjin opened his mouth to say something but his body was captured in a big tight hug, the younger sobbing out his pain and apology for crimes he hadn't performed.

"Am- a-am so sorr-" Taehyung's words were choked by his cries, the guilt in his chest so heavy that he couldn't let all the syllables out. Tightening his grip on Seokjin, he expected the latter to pull off his lock and push him away.

But instead of the harsh grip, his head met with the softest touch on his blonde hair. Seokjin's deep sad voice filled his ears, forcing his eyes to watered once again.

"Shh Tae-ah. I didn't tell you this to make you feel bad but because I wanted you to know that my concerns aren't fake-" Seokjin whispered as the blonde looked at him with quivering lips, his tears wiped away by the elder's comforting palm.

"-because I know how cruel that man could be." The elder finished, pushing Taehyung's caramel strands away from his forehead as the younger felt it hard to breathe, his heart heavy in his limbs.

Seokjin nodded at him assuringly, Taehyung's sight blurry with unshed emotions as he scooted closer to the elder and held on him tighter. Taehyung's thoughts crashing in his brain.

"H-hyung, c-can I ask you something?" Taehyung's words were quiet, the elder in front of him nodding his head, the younger wrapped in a thick duvet, his eyes big like a scared child.

"J-jungkook is a mafia boss. H-he could have k-kidnapped me, k-kill me to avenge my father, w-why betray me? Why fake his l-love?" Taehyung's voice wavered as he felt tears slipping down his bread cheeks, the man in front of him looked sadly at the blonde, who resembled a scolded child, being yelled at by his favourite person without any mistake.

Seokjin softly caressed the blonde locks, hesitating words on the tip of his tongue, his voice soft as a whisper. "Your father was Mr. Jeon's best friend, Yoongi and Jungkook used to visit him often. Go with him on picnics and parks but he sliced them on their backs, mercilessly."

Taehyung bit on his lips at the information, the guilt and sadness visible in his eyes as he forced a sob down his throat. Hugging the elder silently, who didn't utter a word, his own emotions bubbling in his heart.

They both sat down in silence, the blonde staring in the thin air, moist orbs and hardened heart as his eyes fell on a similar piece of jewellery. Numerous thoughts wandering in his mind as he wiped his tears away.

After a few more moments of silence, the elder pushed Taehyung away, smiling reassuringly at him as he picked up his stuff and decided to leave. The younger's heart beating loudly in his chest watching the other leave.

As he hurried toward him, grabbing the other's sleeve who looked confused at him. A request on Taehyung's lips, whispering softly, the blonde waited patiently.

"Hyung, I-i wanna talk to Jungkook, pl-please..."

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Taehyung nervously chews on the bottom of his lips, following the guard with hesitant steps. After requesting Seokjin, he had waited patiently but his patience grew thinner with every passing second and he had almost lost hope when a guard brought him his dinner, sighing.

But as the guard informed him that the mafia had asked for his visit after he finished the dinner, the blonde had chugged down everything quickly. His heart leapt to his throat in nervousness.

The blonde bowed at the guard who guided him to the door of Jungkook's home office, the room Taehyung had never seen before as he left the younger in the long hallway alone. Taehyung knocked twice, hearing Jungkook's cold voice from behind the door, he gulped.

As he stepped inside the room, only to freeze on his place with eyes blown wide. The raven standing by the side of the couch, his shirt messy in the shade of crimson red. The mafia's eyes met with Taehyung's for a millisecond, the doe orbs hardening, his eyebrows frowned.

As he looked away, unbuttoning his shirt, the red blood scary on it. Taehyung stepped forward in worry, stopping when his eyes fell on Jungkook's body without any sign of a wound. Taehyung's expressions turned one of heartbreak.

The male who had stuttered adorably when left alone with a microwave in the kitchen, standing in front of Taehyung, dirty in somebody else's blood. The thought raised shivers on the blonde's spine as he looked down.

"Whatever you have to say, just say it and get lost. I don't have all day." Jungkook's harsh words made their way to Taehyung's ears and even though his voice wasn't loud, the younger male flinched. The syllables were so similar to what his father had told him for his whole life.

Taehyung walked ahead with baby steps, hands fidgeting crossed at front, eyes nervously peeking at the other man in front of him. Who stood at a distance ignoring his existence, his orbs fixed at some papers in his hands.

"J-jungkook.. I-" Taehyung called out waiting, he looked unsure, waiting for the elder's response but the mafia didn't utter a word, not even humming as the blonde found it hard to breathe. Jungkook's ignorance hurts him more than his harsh words.

The blonde looked down at the floor, his bare feet in front of him as he felt his eyes burn with warm water, blinking them furiously. He wished to not cry anymore but his throat felt heavy, choking with emotions.

Taehyung's mind drifted to the events that had occurred in the past days, the memories spent with Jungkook fresh in his mind. Stealing a glance at the mafia in front of him who was focused on the papers, a tear rolled down his cheek.

For Taehyung, Jungkook was the ray of light in the dark. The man of his dream who would scoop him in his strong arms and protect the blonde from bad people his mother warned him about. But the ray of light felt like it was disappearing from Taehyung.

The pretty doe boy Taehyung had loved, who had made the blonde laugh loudly in the park after his father had struck him on his cheek for spilling water, his blurry sight travelling to the red bloody shirt.

Taehyung's eyes took a glance of the shining bracelet on his wrist, sight filling with a tiny thirteen year old kid laughing loudly with his parents and watching his mother dying in front of him, his doe orbs not able to shed tears.

Taehyung looked to his side as he watched his father laughing, his own tiny self smiling, puppy eyes looking at the jewellery with shining orbs, the piece bloody in Jungkook's mother's blood. The blonde hated himself for his actions.

Tiny Jungkookie roaming on the streets, struggling in between dangerous, scary mafias. Taehyung shivered as he imagined Jungkook go through the situations, he had his father but the man in front of him was an orphan. Losing his parents and his everything in a span of a few hours, only because of his father;

Taehyung's father.

The man he considered as a role model, the man he wanted to be like. The man, Taehyung, wanted to make proud of himself. More tears rolled down from his cheeks, falling down on the floor as the blonde startled when the mafia spoke again;

"Are you fucking going to say anything or not?" Jungkook asked, his voice a little louder as Taehyung matched his charcoal orbs, the mafia off guard with his red swollen eyes and wet face.

The blonde opened and closed his mouth, gaping like a fish as he gulped a whimper of cry down his throat, the words rolling out of his tongue in a whisper, "I-i am sorry. W-what my fathe-" The blonde bit on his tongue, closing his eyes, he inhaled a big puff of air.

"M-mr Kim, what he d-did to you a-and your parents.." Taehyung felt his emotions bubble up in his chest, feeling it tightening in a manner he couldn't stop himself anymore as a cry escaped his mouth.

Letting it loose he stuttered, shoulders shaking with the sadness and guilt he felt for his lover, the only man he thought was kind to him. Wiping his tears harshly away from his eyes, he looked at the mafia.

The anger and hate present in those bambi doe orbs made him cry more, his fist clenched by his side as Taehyung stepped forward toward the raven who was standing behind the big glass table, the city of Seoul visible behind him.

The blonde took another step toward his direction, scared and hesitant, gathering his courage as he reached for Jungkook's sleeve to hold it in between his fingers but the blonde's hand lingered in the air as the mafia turned away, his lower lip trembling.

The blonde silently cried, all those dreams he had broken painfully in front of him, the pain of heartbreak making Taehyung want to stop breathing.

Taehyung sniffled loudly, gulping the saliva down as he took a deep breath and looked at the bracelet on his wrist, taking it off he caressed the piece. Throat tightening once again, shaking his head.

The only thing his father ever gifted him, the piece of jewellery which was precious to Taehyung more than anything. The bracelet he had never detached from himself in hopes of his father loving him for once, it was nothing but a prized possession of his crimes, of his cruelty.

Stepping forward, he stood behind Jungkook, by his side as he looked at the raven's side profile, those dark eyes glaring at the window in front. The blonde raised his hand toward the mafia, the jewellery piece on his palm.

"T-take it b-back, Jungkook. T-this never b-belonged to me-" Taehyung whispered, words breaking, his expressions twitching with the amount of guilt clouding the blonde's heart.

"N-nothing belonged to me. Everything is y-yours, Jungkookie-" Taehyung stole a glance at the mafia as he again looked down, fingers caressing the jewellery. "-Everything I-I own. Properties, s-shares. And myself." The mafia felt himself frowning at the other's words.

The younger male continued. A soft sad smile sticking on his lips, "I-i can never change what happened, I-i can't offer you anything J-Jungkookie. Except-" Taehyung's voice broke, breathing through his nostrils with difficulty, he once again wiped his sticky face.

"Except m-myself.. I-i am the only thing I fully own, t-to compensate for your l-loss, d-do anything with me, you desire. I-i am sorry, so fucking sorry." The blonde cried out, sobbing at his words, the guilt of not being able to offer anything useful to the mafia.

The room fell in a thick silence as Taehyung opened his mouth, tiny whispers on his lips. He uttered with difficulty, face wet and swollen red eyes, running nose and trembling lips, his hands crossed at his front.

"I submit myself to you, J-Jungkookie. Hurt me in any way you want to avenge m-my father. Maybe- M-maybe then-" Taehyung stopped, struggling to breathe. The mafia in front of him, unresponsive, listening to his words attentively.

"M-maybe then Mrs. J-Jeon will forgive me. F-forgive me for stealing her favourite piece of jewellery, stealing h-her everything-" A painful cry left his lips as he felt his legs go weak, falling down on his knees, the man caught a hold of Jungkook's trousers. The silver piece of jewellery clenched in his other hand, Taehyung refused to look up, shoulders shaking as many sobs and whimpers left his lips.

"-Forgive me for making her little J-Jungkookie suffer. Pl-please forgive me." Jungkook glared at the glass window in front of him, his arms crossed on his chest as he heard the younger sob loudly, clutching the fabric of his trouser tightly, begging to be forgiven.

His jaw clenched. The dark clouds started to pour rain, the first droplets of water hitting the glass, the weather saddening as the mafia looked down at the crying blonde on the floor, his eyes hardening.

The blonde under his mercy.
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^The reference to Jungkook's mother's jewellery piece.

^So this is how god has planned my death.