"I am someone who did not die,
When I should have died.”

27/12/20
Rewritten :: 14/09/24

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^pic credit to the rightful owner. 

Please ignore the mistakes.
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Third person POV

The mafia swiftly moved his pen around the papers stacked on his table, his eyes taking a glance at the wall clock, twelve o'clock in noon, he sighed. 

Dropping the pen in the holder as he handed the signed files to Jackson who bowed, leaving afterward. The room fell in thick silence as a sigh escaped Jungkook's mouth. 

He stood up, tying his hairs loosely in a man bun, he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt revealing the ink on his arm, his leather jacket discarded on the couch as the male left the room, his feet taking him in a familiar way. 

As he opened the door and went inside, going toward the bathroom, halting in his steps when his sight fell over the wet blonde locks, the younger sitting inside the shower stall with his knees pressed to his chest, head in between, his body trembling— it's been two hours.

The water still ran on his figure mercilessly, the sound filling the whole bathroom. Jungkook took a step toward the male as he closed the shower tap, no more water falling over the blonde who still kept shivering. 

Jungkook's chest tightened with an emotion the mafia wasn't known to, his eyes softening for a mere second before he clenched his fist and took a hold of his demour once again.

“Get up, Taehyung.” He said, the blonde flinched at his voice, clearly unknown to the mafia's presence as he looked up at the mafia, Jungkook's eyes widening at the younger.

His eyes swollen and red, lips trembling and skin shining in a little shade of blue. Blonde locks sticking on his forehead, Taehyung looked tired and drained out, eyes droopy. The blonde silently nodded his head, raising his arm and taking the support of the glass only to have it slip and fall down on his bum. 

Hissing at the pain, the male again tried, his muscles numbed by being in the shower for so long, struggling when his palm again started to slip down from the wet glass when his wrist was caught in a firm grip of warm digits.

The younger looked up at Jungkook with round puppy orbs as the mafia pulled him up, Taehyung surprised at a gentle action, his knees hurting and a whimper leaving his lips as Jungkook dropped a towel around his shoulder, helping him to get out of the stall. 

Away from the wet floor, Taehyung stood shivering on the small rug outside the shower, sinking his body and wrapped the white fabric tightly around his collarbone in an innocent attempt of seeking warmth. 

Jungkook, staring at him with softening eyes, unable to feel good about the blonde's condition, still holding Taehyung's wrist, the raven realised suddenly taking his support away. The younger stumbled, grabbing the mafia by his sleeves. 

Shaking his head, Taehyung gazed at Jungkook's eyes, his eyelids droopy as the younger felt his sight turning blurry, blinking rapidly, finding it hard to balance his body weight at his feet, black drop appearing in front of his eyes when the blonde felt everything turned dark.

The younger's body fell forward, the mafia quickly grabbing the male, wide eyed and surprised at the sudden drop of Taehyung as he held his waist. His face resting on the raven's chest. 

Jungkook took a longer gaze at the unconscious male, his own clothes getting wet by the dripping water from Taehyung's hairs as the mafia moved two caramel strands away from the younger's face, eyes halting at his closed eyelids. 

The man took a big puff of air inside his nostrils, closing his eyes as the male picked the blonde in his arms, bread cheeks resting against the blade of his shoulder, the male left the room, taking the fainted male to his bedroom.

Jungkook carefully laid the male down on the bed, moving the comforter away as the raven reached for his phone, dialling Jinyoung's number and asking him to assist the younger, his gaze fixed at the sleeping figure. 

“Yes, Mr. Jeon?” 

“Jinyoung, come to my room and assist Tae—” The gadget pressed against his ear, when a whimper slipped Taehyung's mouth, catching Jungkook's attention, his words halting in between as the other person on the line waited for the mafia to complete. 

“It's alright, I will take care.” Jungkook cut the phone, tossing the gadget away as he carefully raised Taehyung's head and pulled the towel draped over him earlier. Getting a new one, the male wiped the blonde's wet figure. 

Changing the sheets away, Jungkook again laid down Taehyung over the mattress now in dry and warm pants, a loose shirt covering his upper body, buttons undone. The mafia dried the blonde locks, gentle and careful with his touch. 

Jungkook took notice of Taehyung's figure, silently acknowledging the bruises near his jawline and the tummy. He felt rage bubbling inside himself, still furious at his brother for changing his words and lying to him.

The mafia grabbed a first-aid kit from the bathroom's cabinet as he took a seat by the blonde's figure on a side stool, taking a peanut size of ointment on his index finger, the mafia softly put it on the red marks. 

Stilling whenever Taehyung flinched or whimpered, blowing at his tummy after getting off the bandage that had been soaked by water, he remembered to clean all the aching patches, even taking care of the tiniest mark his eyes could see. 

The raven put the kit away, pulling the comforter over the blonde's figure, covering him as Jungkook raised the temperature of the room's heater, his lips curling unknowingly when Taehyung sunk deeper into the mattress, hugging the duvet on his chest. 

His petite figure dissolving in between the sheets and comforter, the pillow bigger than average, leaving only his blonde locks visible to Jungkook's eyes who shook his head at the younger. As he took a seat on the single wingback chair at the corner of the room. 

His gaze fixed at the sleeping blonde. 

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“Your room is huge, Jungkookie.” Taehyung gasped, turning around to face his lover who closed the door, smiling at him, dropping his blazer down on the couch. 

As he walked toward the younger, who faced his back at him. Looking at the master bedroom with wide, amused eyes. Shining so bright at the interior of the four walls, taking in each and every detail. 

The man wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist, rested his chin against the blonde's shoulder as he swayed their bodies slowly, smiling from ear to ear. 

“Do you like it?” Jungkook asked, feeling Taehyung nodding eagerly, as he walked ahead leaving the elder's embrace empty. 

Taehyung had seen luxury for his whole life, his father a sucker for expensive decorative items and imported goods. He had a big room too, maybe a little smaller than the one he was standing in. 

But what made his heart gidy and eyes twinkle was the way Jungkook's room reflected on his personality, Taehyung was never allowed to change a thing in the space he lived in. His room's interior made for the comfort of Mr. Kim's eyes rather than his own.

But this bedroom screamed of Jeon Jungkook, the wide wingback chair in the corner of the room or the dark curtains covering the big windows, away from the lights of Seoul. The interior was mysterious but so attractive and appealing to Taehyung's eyes. 

“I love it, Jungkookie. Everything is so pretty.” Taehyung beamed, glowing with happiness, his inside rumbling with butterflies at the thoughts of making this room his. And maybe only if Jungkook allowed it, he could also sneak something of his own, to make his presence in this space. 

Taehyung looked down, biting on his lips. Jungkook smiled and shook his head. Reading the younger's thoughts like an open book. 

“You can always change anything here, Tae.” The younger male matched Jungkook's orbs with wide puppy eyes, disbelief in them.

“Really, you will allow me?” Jungkook laughed, butterflies rumbling in Taehyung's tummy at the sound as his cheeks blushed red.

“There's nothing to be allowed, little one. You could change the whole interior and I wouldn't mind, I wish to feel your presence around me all the time.” Jungkook said, cupping Taehyung's bread cheeks as he made the blonde look at him, leaning down and pecking the tip of his nose, the younger scrunched like a cub afterward, erupting giggles out of the raven's mouth. 

Taehyung's face turned to a shade of tomato, pushing the raven away as he tried to hide himself in embarrassment, only to be caught and trapped in Jungkook's arms, he whined.

“Go away, Jungkookie. You are a meanie.”

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An inward laugh escaped Jungkook's lips at the memories, halting him, he heard his heart beating loudly inside his chest. Something churning in the pit of his stomach, the male rested his head, eyes fixing from Taehyung's sleeping figure to the white ceiling, he closed his eyes. 

A lone tiny water droplet slipping down from the corner of his doe bambi eye, kissing the apple of his cheeks afterward. 

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Taehyung stood nervously in Jungkook's bedroom, his heart beating loudly as the blonde let a small smile take over his strawberry lips, pulling down his sleeves and hiding the new red bruises his father gave him.

Last night he almost forgot about the tickling time, pacing quickly inside the mansion, only to come face to face with Mr. Kim who glared at his already terrified soul. Yelling loudly at the blonde for not being back before ten at night. 

As Taehyung absorbed all the insults said to him, warm tears filled his orbs and he flinched hard when the elder male threw a small vase at his figure. The ceramic shedding him on his forehead, drawing out a little blood. 

The blonde was forced to take the beatings, his father threw at him afterward, the younger curling his body, protecting his head and face. His arms and forearm were painted in red. 

Taehyung sighed at the memories, shaking his head. He was startled when the door opened. The raven entered the room, the bunny smile wide on his face as the blonde turned around happily, facing his lover who put down his jacket, walking toward him, eyes twinkling with stars.

But Jungkook's smile fell, standing in front of Taehyung, he looked worried at the tiny bandage on the corner of Taehyung's forehead. Tracing the cut with a soft touch of his thumb.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked, Taehyung's heart fluttering at the worried voice. He cupped the raven's palm with his slender fingers, grinning. 

“Nothing, Jungkookie. I fell from the bed and hit my head at the edge of the side stool, it doesn't matter.” Taehyung lied, the raven nodding his head acknowledging as he once more caressed the tiny bandage.

“It matters, Tae. You should have been careful. What if you have been seriously hurt?” Jungkook glared at the blonde, who giggled at his face. Stepping away, the younger forwarded a hello kitty plushie in front of him.

The raven looked confused, frowning at the soft toy, hesitatingly holding it.

“What's… this?” Jungkook said, the younger male biting his lips as his cheeks blushed in a furious shade of red. He ducked his head down. 

“Um— last time you asked me, that you would l-love to have my presence around you, s-so.. I-i bought this. Can this have a tiny space in your room?” Taehyung asked, stuttering adorably, that Jungkook felt his heart might explode. 

“Taehyung, would you stop this?” Jungkook said, frowning eyebrows making the blonde's expressions fall, his features turning to one of fear.

“Stop w-what, Jungkookie? I-i am sorry, if you don't want this, you can put this away, I-it's alright.” Taehyung uttered, looking down at the floor and anxiously clenching the hem of his shirt. He should have known better, the elder loved dark aesthetics and he stupidly bought a kitty plushie that too a pink one. 

The soft toy would seem so out of place in Jungkook's bedroom, an outcast, just like him— Taehyung's eyes burned at his thoughts, apologetically looking up at the raven, startling when found Jungkook smiling.

“Stop being so cute, Taehyungie. I might just eat you.” The raven said, grinning at the blonde's red bread cheeks, as he hugged the younger male near his chest.

“You don't hate it?” 

“I can never hate anything you bring me, Tae. The plushie is so adorable, cute and pink like you—

“Jungkookie~~” The younger male whined, making the raven laugh loudly, who squeezed him tighter in between his arms. 

“What? That's a fact!” Jungkook said, making an offended face as he pushed the blonde back on the mattress, “You don't believe me, let me prove it to you!” Jungkook exclaimed, pulling on the hem of his shirt, teasingly. 

The blonde panicked, pushing the raven away as he let out a loud yell of “No!” Even startling the elder, who looked at him with wide bambi eyes.

“W-what? Y-you can't just… I-i am not pink.” Taehyung said, embarrassment hugging his face adorably as the elder grinned wider, raising his eyebrows at him.

“Fine.” Jungkook huffed, standing up, he picked up the kitty plushie and kept it on the wingback chair, not liking the view as he shook his head. Taehyung looked at the elder with loving eyes, sitting crossed leg in between the duvet on the bed.

Jungkook roamed around the room, placing and picking up the hello kitty plushie to keep at the best spot, finally resting the soft toy on the wall shelf right in front of the bed, humming in satisfaction. He turned around to face his boyfriend. 

“Why would you place it there, kook?” Taehyung asked, the elder smiling.

“So that, whenever I wake up, I see the plushie the first thing, it will remind me of you, sweety.” Jungkook said cheekily, Taehyung giggling as he watched the raven walk toward him, yelping with wide eyes when the elder almost threw his whole weight at him. The CEO hovering over his petite figure, Taehyung curling his hands around his shoulders. 

“Aren't you being cheeky, Jungkookie?”

“Hmm, are you complaining? I thought you like it, little one?” Jungkook asked, making his eyes bigger purposely as Taehyung laughed shyly with his lips tucked in between his teeth. 

“I love it. Jungkook.”

“I would have blessed you with more, Taehyung. But first we need to take care of something.” The male said, Taehyung frowning as Jungkook sat up on his abdomen, careful to not hurt the younger. 

“This little bandage over there.” The raven pointed at the little cut, no more smiling. “I need to make sure, you don't hurt yourself, anymore.” Jungkook said, sounding so serious to the blonde who only giggled, amusingly looking at his boyfriend. 

“Ohh really and how would you do that?”

“By punishing you.” Jungkook answered, an expression of confusion taking over Taehyung's face, his thoughts crashing.

“H-huh?” Taehyung made a voice, thinking if Jungkook would use the same way his father uses with him at the name of punishment— but wouldn't that hurt me more—

But a giggle passed his strawberry lips when he felt Jungkook tickle his sides, laughing loudly, the blonde curled onto his body, struggling to get away from the other. 

“Stop it, J-Jungkookie! Ha! Ha! Ha! It tickles.” Taehyung begged, the raven laughing equally loudly as him. Happiness filled the room as the younger's eyes teared. 

“Pl-please stop! I-i will be careful to not h-hurt myself.” Taehyung stuttered, giggling. His tummy hurt as Jungkook glared at him for more time, finally halting his actions. As he cuddled the younger closely to himself, pecking the little bandage on his forehead. 

Taehyung closed his eyes content, shifting closer to Jungkook's warm embrace, the raven hiding his face into his neck as Taehyung's sight fell on the kitty kept on the shelf, a wide boxy grin appearing on his face.

He was happy and couldn't wait to be happier with his Jungkookie. 

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A single tear slipped down from the blonde's cheeks which he quickly wiped away, sniffling loudly as he kept the plushie back on the shelf. 

The big pink kitty plushie was the first thing he saw making a soft smile curl on his lips before the blonde realised his reality, the tiny tuck of lips falling down turning to one of sadness as he gazed at the bedsheets with lips in between his teeth. 

The blonde had sighed loudly, before taking in his appearance, the changed loose pants and the shirt that was definitely not his size dropped over his shoulders as he stood up on his feet and did the buttons of his clothes. 

Noticing the ointment on his bruises that didn't hurt anymore. Taehyung sat down at the edge of the bed, looking around the room. Many memories of the past filled up his brain, where he was happy, where he had thought dreamt about a better future, where he was introduced as his lover rather than a pawn.

And Taehyung's eyes brimmed with new warm tears as he remembered the event that took place in the lounge area, unconsciously tightening his hold over his cloth, absolute humiliation and shame curling in his bones. 

As he softly pushed the curtain away, peeking through the small gap in the sky, the bright light of the city of Seoul was so alluring. He resisted the urge to slide the glass windows open and step out on the balcony, who knows if he was allowed or not.

His eyes again falling on the hello kitty plushie as Taehyung didn't resist the urge this time, finding himself crying once more. 

Taehyung walked away from the soft toy, his skin coming in contact with cool wind as he frowned looking at the balcony slider, somebody must have left them a little open, as Taehyung closed his eyes feeling the cold breeze, he slid the glass door to its full length, stepping in the balcony, a big relaxed puff of air leaving his nostrils at the comfort the open sky provided him. 

He looked at the sky, the tiny moon in front, the sunset turning the clouds in a perfect hue of red and orange, the tint of yellow brightening, it was late evening, a few hours left for the sky to turn dark as Taehyung sat down on the floor. 

Hugging his knees, he rested his head over the knee caps, blonde locks hiding his features from the eyes of nature as the younger let a single tear rolled down his eyes, another joining it immediately. The male bit on his lips to prevent himself from letting out any sobs.

Sniffling in between as the male dug his nails in the soft skin of his palm, gritting his jaw, he glared in an empty space. 

“I hate it, mom.” A soft whisper left his lips, one more tear making his cheeks wet.

“I hate everything and everyone. This isn't what I planned, mother.” He sniffled, wiping the warm water droplets even before they could slip down his face, the younger complaining to his mother. 

“I-I always loved, father. Even If he hated me. I-i wanted to be a good son, his good boy mumma. I-i tried my best but was always left with bruises and painful aches.” Taehyung's voice broke, his throat clogging up as he remembered his childhood and adulthood, all those days spent with the man.

“I loved J-Jungkookie. I-i wanted to have a little space in his life. H-he promised me, he would protect me b-but he was such a liar, mumma. A f-fucking liar.” The blonde uttered, his jaw clenching at the anger he felt in his bones, the anger of betrayal, the anger of hearing lies for his whole life.

As Taehyung moved his face away from his knees and faced the sky, which had almost turned dark. His big puppy eyes watering, 

“W-why me, mom? I-i just wanted a little l-love.” Taehyung said, a soft sob escaping his lips, looking up at the open sky with hopeful and breaking eyes. Another wail leaving his strawberry lips.

“I-i just wanted someone to l-love me. Is it so hard to l-love me, mumma? If I am t-that bad? I-i never did anybody wrong, n-never hurted anyone then why everybody seems to h-hate me? Why?” Taehyung asked, his voice raising with every other syllable he let out. 

As a pained cry fell from his mouth, his shoulders shook softly as he covered his face with both of his palms, 

“W-why me? W-what have I ever done to those people!?” Loud sobs filled the balcony and Taehyung laid down on the cold floor, curling his body into a ball as he let out his pain, his heart breaking loudly in his chest. 

The male closed his eyes, shaking, feeling so many emotions stabbing him at once, the heartbreak. The betrayal. The hopelessness. The sadness. The anger. Letting his feelings flow down through the warm water droplets, unable to do anything except crying over his fate.

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Jungkook blinked his eyes, staring at the curled figure of Taehyung laying on the balcony. His arms crossed over his chest, the black tank top and loose trousers hugging his waist. 

He had left the room with the younger male sleeping on his bed, tucked in warm comforters after he received a call from Jackson and took care of the things that took place today, dealing with both Yeonjun and Jinyoung in his own way. 

The mafia had asked Jinyoung to bring Taehyung his dinner and depart him to the room he was staying but when the younger guard told him about not finding the blonde in the room, his heart had dropped in the pit of his stomach. 

As the mafia raced toward the room, throwing the wooden door open, he looked at the empty bed with wide eyes, finally taking in the sight of open glass slider as he marched toward the balcony, angry at the younger for such restless move only to find him sleeping in such a vulnerable position, the mafia's glare softening. 

And god knows how much time had passed as the raven continued staring at the petite figure, unable to shake the younger and wake him up from his deep slumber. Startling when Taehyung turned around in his sleep, clearly feeling cold, his eyelids opened slowly.

As a big yawn left the blonde's lips, stretching his arms as the blonde cracked his neck and stood up on his feet, huffing and smiling at the dark night and twinkling stars, he turned around on his heels, unknown to the other's presence. 

As his head collided with Jungkook's big and hard chest, a scream of surprise left his mouth when he looked up, finding the mafia glaring at him, still leaning by the door frame, frowning eyebrows and tongue poking the inner cheeks. He looked mad. 

Taehyung's eyes widening, well—

“J-jungkook.. I—” Taehyung stuttered, stepping back when the mafia took a step toward him, eyes big and pretty under the moonlight. 

And he ducked his head down, shutting his eyes when Jungkook leaned forward, scowling in front of him, daring to steal a glance at the raven, Taehyung gulped. 

“What do you think you were doing, little prince?” Jungkook asked, his deep husky voice raising goosebumps on the blonde's body as his hot breath hit him in the face. 

“Who allowed you here? Hmm?” Taehyung made his eyes bigger at the question, searching his brain for an answer as he nervously fidgeted with his fingers. His eyes looked everywhere but at the mafia. 

“I-i— u-um… the n-nature— yeah! The sky nature allowed me.” He exclaimed, hissing at the high tone of his own voice, the mafia raising an eyebrow at him.

“The nature?” 

“Y-yes, yes! The door was slightly open, s-so the wind intruded and c-collided with me a-and then the sky, it was dressed so prettily in red and orange colours, I-I couldn't resist.” Taehyung's voice died down at the end, anxious and nervous to make the elder mad and receive another cruel punishment. 

As he looked down, staring at Jungkook's bare feet, the male bit his strawberry tinted lips, “S-sorry, I-I am sorry.” The younger whispered, heart beating rapidly. He heard Jungkook sighed. 

As Taehyung watched, the mafia raised his hand from the corner of his sight, flinching hard, his arm raising in front of his face in an innocent attempt to defend himself from any hit the mafia was going through at him.

Jungkook halting in between his actions, staring at Taehyung's movements as his softened eyes turned blank and cold. The walls of darkness suffocating any other emotion that might be present in them. 

As he let his arm fall limp, turning around with a stiff figure, Taehyung blinked confused when the mafia stepped inside and halted in his steps, taking a glance at him by his shoulder. 

“Come inside, but in case nature still seems alluring and inviting, you can freeze yourself to death for all I care.” The raven said, Taehyung's eyes widening as he quickly moved himself to get inside, closing the glass door behind, muscles relaxing at the warmness that was filling the room.

Trailing behind Jungkook with baby steps, the raven's broad back covering his figure, he muttered something under his breath. As the raven stopped, closing his eyes annoyingly when Taehyung collided against his back once again. 

Turning around to face the younger who had already startled two feet back from him, shaking his head and waving his hands with wide puppy eyes. “T-that was a mistake, I-I wasn't looking— s-sorry.” Taehyung squeaked, Jungkook sighing as he looked back to another male standing in the room, the guard surpassing a smile at the blonde locks peeking from behind his back. 

Resisting the urge to coo out loud when the blonde waved in tiny toward him from behind the mafia, he fixed his attention toward the raven who slightly turned his body, halting the younger. 

“The room is ready, sir Jeon as you asked me.” The male informed, the younger listening attentively. The mafia nodded his head in acknowledgment, 

“Alright. Take him with you and show him what he needs to do to earn the bread.” Jungkook's words made the blonde's expressions fall as he looked down, fidgeting with his fingers. 

“Also, make sure he doesn't step out of my floor. I don't want the pawn to roam around in my building.” The mafia, turning around to face the younger, narrowing his eyes at him, Taehyung's heart aching at the title the mafia gave him. 

The guard nodded, bowing to the mafia as Taehyung stepped away from Jungkook, stealing a little glance at his side profile and even if the blonde wanted to feel nothing, his heart break, still not used to the cold treatment thrown by the raven toward him as his eyes burned with warm tears, he was quick to blink away. 

Taehyung politely smiled at the guard when he gave him a tiny bow as his feet followed the male hesitantly, looking back his sight met with Jungkook's charcoal orbs, gazing straight at him. 

Looking away, it was when the blonde's sight fell on the kitty plushie, unconsciously walking toward the soft toy, he picked it up in his grip. Looking at the plush longingly as both the guard and Jungkook looked at his figure.

Taehyung faced the elder, hesitant. Nervousness visible in his orbs as his eyes filled with hope.

“J-Jungkook, I brought you this to make you remind of me b-but what Mr. K-kim did to you and t-the role I-i played in it—” 

“In killing my parents.” Jungkook corrected Taehyung's words, making the blonde flinch terribly, guilt and sadness crawling in his chest. As he looked down, holding the plush tighter to himself, trying to seek some comfort.

“I-i am sorry. I-if— if you allow, can— can I t-take this b-back, please?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook with his wide innocent almond eyes but even the guard standing there retreated back at how much aggression Jungkook snatched the plush from Taehyung. 

Making Taehyung shrunk his figure as he glared down at the blonde mop of hair, clenching his jaw, Jungkook tilted his head at the younger. 

“Don't dare to play over smart with me, Taehyung.” Taehyung looked up at the mafia with sad eyes, shaking his head slowly to dismiss the accusation. 

“No. I-i was just—” Taehyung sealed his mouth shut when Jungkook stepped forward, his buff figure towering over him, the blonde shy away with fear, only to be held back by Jungkook, mafia's digits wrapped around his wrist. 

“When your father killed my parents, I was left with nothing to call mine. And that's what I want you to feel. I want you to eat the food I provide— work under me as my little maid— I want you to live under my mercy.” Taehyung's eyes watered, shining with unshed tears as he refused to look away from Jungkook's dark orbs, the hate in them making goosebumps raise on his spine.

“You will wear the clothes I give you. You will have nothing to call yours, Taehyung. Nothing. Make yourself understand this,  Taehyung, no one is your friend here. No one, I'm not yours. The plushie isn't yours. I give nobody the right to punish you but myself.” Jungkook growled, low in his throat. The unshed warm water droplets gathered in the corner of Taehyung's eyes as he hissed when Jungkook pressed tightly over his skin, hatefully with anger. 

“I wasn't trying to play smart, J-jungkook. I j-just wanted the plush, n-not because t-this is something mine b-but because I don't want you to remember me, i-it must be painful for you. It must hurt to have m-my presence around you.” Taehyung whispered, his voice wavering at the end as he gulped the lump formed in his throat, the mafia's expressions twitching for the first time.

But a smile took over Jungkook's lips as he let go of Taehyung's wrist, the blonde hissing at the pain. Rubbing where his skin had turned to an angry shade of red. He looked with pitiful eyes at the mafia. 

A chuckle left Jungkook's lips, the raven shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers, the muscles of his biceps bulging, he stood closer to Taehyung, their breaths mixing. He shoots daggers at the blonde's figure. 

And If eyes could burn, Taehyung would be burning to ashes right now. The blonde had never seen such expressions of hate and disgust in anybody's eyes for him, not even Mr. Kim. 

“Do you really think that this little toy is capable of hurting me? You know, little prince, why I have still kept this nonsense in my room—” Jungkook said, a tear rolling down Taehyung's cheek, chest tightening at the raw syllables. 

“So that, whenever I see this, it reminds me how cruel that man was. So that, I can make their murderer cry tears of absolute pain. So that— I can give you the pain equal to death but not kill you.” Jungkook said, his voice to an octave lower as Taehyung felt numerous tears kiss his cheek, a sob on the tip of his tongue. 

The raven fisted Taehyung's collar pulling him toward himself, the younger's figure standing on his tip toes, his heart beating so loud that Jungkook heard it clear in his ears. 

“This plush makes me realise how strong my hatred is for you, I will not just kill you, I will make you wish for death every single day.” Jungkook finished his words, letting go of the younger who stumbled back, shrinking back with a gasp of horror. 

The cry that was resting on the tip of his tongue, escaping. He gazed at Jungkook's back, the raven's words resonating in his ears— and Taehyung wished for nothing but death. 
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