Wandering fingers scrambled through the silk bedsheets in trembling jolts. Grunted huffs harmonized inimitably with the desperate squeaking moans below it.

They had been fucking nonstop for what must've been past an hour now; and Jeongguk laid there, face down over the mattress, cheek pushing in against the sheets consistently while Taehyung pounded him hard from behind in ravenous motions.

The skin on his ass cheeks were blemished a deep red with Tahyung's hand print embedded over them, where the older had slapped and grabbed at the skin until it turned pink. A mark of his territory. Jeongguk's throat had gone dry from the groans and constant mewling that left him in chants, a melody that nested into the older's ears in rhythmic waves.

And Taehyung, he was entranced by it all. Completely infatuated with the way Jeongguk would let out cute squeals if he thrusted at just the right strength, with just the right speed.

It was just adorable, really, the high pitch to his whines that only got higher and higher and higher, collaborating perfectly with Taehyung's own deep grunts.

Taehyung was hungry. Hungry for more. Hungry to devour the petite boy beneath him whole. Have him all to himself.

"Mmn'awh... My poor little doll.." Taehyung cooed, plunging his erection deep inside the boy's hole, creating a squelching noise while the load Taehyung had dumped in him several times now oozed from Jeongguk's opening. "Whining all because of daddy's cock."

"M-Mmh.."

He loved how vocal Jeongguk was. With every action he took, no matter how drained the boy was, he always managed to utter back a response to him. Like the good baby boy that he was.

"You're all fucked out, hm?" Taehyung's voice dominated the young one's ears.

"Mmgh.." He hummed back a trembling moan in reply.

Taehyung retreated his erect cock from Jeongguk's fluttering hole filled with his slick, then grabbed harshly at the boy's arms, promptly flipping him to the side so he was now facing up again. And that's when the man finally got a view of Jeongguk's face. "You're such a fucking whore." He uttered in a calm, ragged voice, his eyes piercing directly towards the younger's exhausted complexion.

"M-Mmgh.."

The older leaned down, reached to slap a hand lightly over Jeongguk's cheek, flicking the boy's head to the side. "Seems like my little cum dumpster's getting quite full, mm?"

With one hand he spread Jeongguk's leg apart, and with the other he pried one finger inside the younger's hole, pumping the white liquid he had discarded into him until it squelched out.

Jeongguk squirmed at the feeling, his droopy eyes widening while his lips parted open.

"D-Daddy please..." He sucked in an airy breath.

"Hm, what's that? You've had enough?" The older continued talking to him, ensuring he wouldn't slip into a haze by continuously engaging his attention, forcing the boy's headspace to remain in this realm, here with him. "Need a break, that it?"

"Please..." Jeongguk managed out in a low whimper. Taehyung nearly laughed.

"I'm not done with you yet."

The man retreated his long finger, the digit coated entirely in his own cum, and he reached it toward Jeongguk's mouth, prying it past his lips.

"Eat up, baby boy."

Jeongguk's distant eyes settled over Taehyung's stone cold face, his teeth pushing down over his lips before he spoke up again.

"Eat up all of daddy's cum so he can dump some more into you."

Jeongguk let his tongue slide against the man's finger, obediently doing as he was told. There was something about Taehyung that made Jeongguk fall completely into his control. He was entirely submissive in his presence, the man's words were law. How could he dare defy it? The feeling that settled deep into his stomach whenever the man so much as spared a single look at him.

Even so, the younger couldn't help but think back on what he had been taught; the difference between sex and making love.

The first time he had sex with this man, V had been fronting. There was no doubt about it. It was rough, it was in public, at a parking lot, induced by a dangerous senseless lust that had sparked between the two.

And that's all that it was. Sex.

Taehyung was the one who taught him love. Who made love to him, given him his all in a sweet balance between delicacy and rugged passion.

Making love wasn't mindless fucking. No, it was exchanging those three words through raw action alone. It was merging two souls that throbbed for each other, longing to feel closer—as close as physically possible.

He realized it all now, because the difference was nearly laughable. While Taehyung spoke pretty things against his ears as their bodies merged into one, V would utter foul things at him.

Where Taehyung worshiped every touch against his skin, V would grab at it savagely.

And while Jeongguk would gravitate more toward someone like Taehyung, would much prefer the way his heart felt whenever the man cherished him as such, he didn't quite dislike V's roughness.

In fact, at times he even craved it. The pretty words Taehyung would utter at him made his stomach churn in all the right ways. But the nasty things V would speak at him, in his coarse voice... well, it made his stomach flip in raging motions he couldn't help but get attached to. Want more of, at times.

"God.." Taehyung mumbled, his focused eyes fixated over the way Jeongguk continued to lick over each round of cum bits the man would bring near him. "I want to snap a picture of you. All fucked out like this." His head tilted slightly to the right, in awe of the boy's tongue movements. "My own little masterpiece.."

Jeongguk's eyes flickered toward him, a cloudiness in his eyes.

"Y-You keep saying that..." He breathed out shakily. "Why don't y-you just-... take a picture of me, then?"

The older's brows rose, surprised at the boy's abrupt response. He chuckled, amused. "Really, Jeon?"

Jeongguk reached to hold Taehyung's hand in place, his head dipping forward to lick up his finger until it was spotless.

"I-I want to see, too..." He nearly whispered. "If it's true.."

Taehyung stared blankly at him.

"If what's true?"

"If I really am-..." Jeongguk trailed off, head now lowering bashfully. "If I-I really am pretty... when I'm like this.."

The older blinked, and Jeongguk forced himself to meet his eyes yet again.

It was the word Jeongguk loved the most, to hear about himself. That he was pretty. To him, the word 'pretty' was a pretty word. He adored it. Loved hearing it used to describe things that were beautiful. And although Jeongguk hadn't necessarily considered himself 'pretty' before, he had grown obsessed with the word ever since he met Taehyung that night, and the man had called him...

"Pretty."

Jeongguk didn't care if he was actually pretty or not. No, he only cared that Taehyung thought such a thing of him. Wanted to be adored by the older. Wanted to be pretty for him.

"Stand up."

Jeongguk blinked repeatedly, snapped out of his daze as a confusion settled over him.

"Wha—"

"I said stand up, Jeon." Taehyung spoke in a grunt, "You know I don't like repeating myself."

Jeongguk's doe eyes enlarged, watching while the older slipped from the bed and began to fumble with things over his desk. He grumbled quietly, forcing his legs to move to the side. Getting up proved to be a difficult task when his poor hole had been fucked into soreness. He bit down on his lip, quieting himself as he resisted the urge to groan out painfully once his feet hit the rug beneath him, his attempts at standing on his own two feet seemed near impossible in that moment.

But luckily, Taehyung reappeared right by his side, and his large hands hoisted him up by the waist until he was standing beside the bed, facing the opposite side of the window. He quickly noticed that Taehyung had moved the far away mirror closer, now just over the other side of the bed, where the two could clearly see themselves from head to toe.

Taehyung towered behind him, his chin slowly propping down over Jeongguk's shoulder. The two made eye contact over their glaring reflections in the mirror.

"Look at you." Taehyung's voice never seemed to fail in making his heart flutter impulsively. "I want you to see what I see."

Jeongguk gulped down, swallowed his saliva as the older's quiet breaths hovered his skin. It was the middle of the night. The room was sheer quiet, silent at every corner of the walls. And Taehyung's voice rang loud and clear.

He detached his gaze from the older, and fixated it on his own reflection. His scattered hair strands and sweaty forehead, his flushed skin and swollen lips, paled complexion and the hand imprints the man had left all over his body. He really did look all fucked out.

And then... click!

Jeongguk lashes fluttered, eyes adjusting as he tried to process the flash that had gone off despite the lack of rain, let alone thunder and lightning. But he was quick to realize the culprit once he noticed a small camera propped over Taehyung's left hand, and a devilish smirk settled on the man's lips.

"Masterpiece.." Taehyung whispered, nose pressing into his neck, and Jeongguk felt the other's burly hand place below his stomach.

Taehyung's erection slipped back inside Jeongguk's entrance without much warning. The older bellowed out a deep groan, and Jeongguk's jaw dropped open, an equally guttural moan leaving him in a much higher pitch.

"O-Oh.. Oh..." He inhaled sharply, while Taehyung thrusted deep inside him, his chest pressing against Jeongguk's back. "M-Mmh...!"

The boy's head fell forward, an aroused furrow to his brows, and Taehyung was quick to grab harshly at his cheeks, forcing Jeongguk's head back up.

"Don't look away." The man's raspy voice boomed against his ear. "Watch yourself while you get fucked senseless, like the little fucking slut that you are."

Jeongguk's jaw lowered, a loud whine scrambling to push from his throat while Taehyung's cock rubbed feverishly into his wet hole. Jeongguk squirmed in the man's grip, pushed his ass out against his hips. They met gazes in the mirror once more, and Taehyung bit down harshly over his own lip.

Click!

There came another flash, and Jeongguk's eyes rolled back, the sound of their skins slapping, and Taehyung's previous cum squelching against his walls filled the air around them.

"O-O-Ohh.. fuck, f-fuck, daddy.. P-Please-.. please..." Jeongguk babbled, head falling back against the older's shoulder. Taehyung snapped the boy's head back forward.

"Look at yourself, whore."

Jeongguk moaned in response, his wavering eyes finding himself once again in the mirror. Taehyung continued his powerfully consistent thrusts, in and out, in and out, fucking vigorously into his tight boy pussy. Jeongguk's tongue slipped out, eyes crossing, helpless breaths leaving him in pants. His eyes then squeezed shut while Taehyung slammed his massive cock at an adjusted angle, causing the young one to wail out in ecstasy, head flopping to the side.

And that was when he felt another light slap over his cheek.

"Are you seeing it, hm? You seeing yourself? How fucking pathetic you look crying out stupid little whines?" Taehyung's thunderous voice reprimanded him. "You're such a slut for me and you absolutely love it. You love being my filthy little cum dumpster, don't you?"

Jeongguk wailed out a moan.

The older gave another slap, this time across his ass cheek. "Say it."

"I-I'm y-your-.." Jeongguk spluttered out, his words messy. Taehyung spanked his ass harder.

"Speak properly."

The boy grunted out in a squeak, body jolting forward from the impact. "I love b-being hyung's little c-cum dumpster.." He breathed out shakily. "W-Want hyungie to fill m-my pussy with more of his c-cum.."

Taehyung roared out a moan beside him. "Mmn, fuck, baby.." he whispered. "Good boy. My pretty little slut."

The man tossed the film camera somewhere over the mattress, and pushed Jeongguk down until the boy was in all fours on the sheets. He gripped his small waist firmly, and resumed his hefty thrusting, his pace gradually getting faster, and faster, and faster.

And their moans, they became louder. Their grips tightened, their lungs lacked proper oxygen from their constant grunts and moans.

It didn't take too long for Taehyung to fling his head forward, bangs falling in cascades over his eyes while he plunged his entire erection into Jeongguk, cumming yet again. He had lost track of how many times he had filled the boy with his nonstop stream of semen, but he wasn't completely merciless.

Now that he was a tad bit more satisfied, he figured he'd finally grant the boy a break from the overstimulation he'd been giving him.

He wiped a hand across his forehead, huffed out a low moan while he removed his cock from the boy, watching more of his cum drip out from the quivering hole. Jeongguk fell limp over the mattress, low whines leaving him in murmurs. Taehyung watched him with his dark gaze, lowered himself to lay beside the younger while propped over his elbow.

The boy was covered in sweat and cum, his eyes barely open while he huffed out from exhaustion. Taehyung could tell that the boy, too, had came yet again, though he was probably laying over his own pool of slick.

Once Jeongguk had taken a few moments to catch his breath, his weary eyes found Taehyung's gaze, and he reached a weak hand toward his cheek. By the look on his worn out demeanor, Taehyung could tell that he had finally broken him for the night.

"Y-You never... k-kiss me while we f-fuck. Is it b-because I'm a boy..?" Jeongguk's words were quiet, a mere whisper. And Taehyung, he merely watched as the boy forcefully hoisted himself up, neared closer toward the older. "Even though I.. I love kisses..."

Taehyung's head was pried down, and Jeongguk connected their lips together gently, head tilting carefully while he felt his heart throb inside his chest. Whenever he'd take grasp of this man's lips, he felt as though he were soaring through a vast sky full of countless clouds. Like sun rays, that planted a sweet taste over his tongue.

The man's hand responded by holding Jeongguk's waist possessively, but before their kiss could get any more heated, the boy broke their seal and landed his forehead over Taehyung's naked shoulder, a weary moan leaving him.

"I really do love k-kisses, hyung..." The boy babbled mindlessly. "I love your kisses.." A pause. Short silence filled the gap between them. And then the words slipped out. "I love you."

Taehyung's lips parted, a quiet breath slipping past them. His brow quirked up as he watched a spot over the floor with no particular focus on it. He felt conscious of his skin, over the rush that swept past them with the younger's words.

Those three words. Words that got the alter thinking if the boy had forgotten that he wasn't quite Taehyung. That those words probably weren't meant to be directed toward him, but rather toward his host.

Because, really, who even was this boy to him?

He was simply a boy that his host alter had fallen in love with. A pretty boy, with delicate pink features. He was a good fuck. Had a pretty little hole that felt good over his cock. It was delicious.

But somehow, something was different tonight.

"I love you, h-hyung.." Jeongguk repeated in a sleepy mumble, his hold on the man loosening. Taehyung took quick notice to it, and guided Jeongguk's head down over the mattress, watched his peacefully shut eyes as he found comfort against the sheets.

Yes.

Tonight was somehow different, indeed.

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Blurry colors clashed into the corners of his vision.

Jeongguk groggily lifted his heavy lashes, and came to find that the room around him was much too bright for his own liking. He rolled slightly to his left, an insufferable soreness pulsing at every inch of his muscles. But he fought past the discomfort, propped himself until he sat up over the bed.

He was in Taehyung's room, still. The scent he loved most engulfed the air around him, and as he closed his eyes he inhaled the smell of sweat, lumber and a hint of nicotine.

His eyes then fluttered back open, looked around him to scan his surroundings. The mirror that had been moved to the side of the bed was now right back where Jeongguk remembered it always being. The sheets beneath him were fresh, and despite him having memories of all his clothes coming off, there he was with boxers on; and the large shirt that had initiated a long night of fucking was now present over his torso.

Jeongguk's brow raised, slightly perplexed. The room seemed to have no trace of what had transpired last night.

He reached a finger up, rubbed it over his closed eye lid and hauled his tired body up from the bed.

"Hyung?" Jeongguk called out quietly, his hand pushing the bedroom door open, feet padded down the hall, his toes curling at the coldness of the marble flooring.

Upon reaching the living room, he found it to be empty, the curtains swinging just a bit from the tiny gap of the open window.

"Hyung..?" He called again, this time louder, and nearly flinched when he heard a rustle behind him. And when he turned his head, two sets of eyes coming from the opposite hall were on him. Eyes that belonged to two siblings, peering over at him.

"Jeonggukie?" Yerin's mouth dropped in a pleasant look of surprise. "You're here?!"

"Good morning, Gguk," Namjoon added, head peeking behind her.

"O-Oh.. Hey guys," Jeongguk cracked a small smile. He was a little out of it, partly from how sleepy he still felt, and how his body ached everywhere. Though mostly in one particular location that had gotten much attention last night.

"Hi!" Yerin chirped, dashing to give the boy a hug. "I didn't know you were going to stay over at Tae's place."

"Um, yeah, he's-..." Jeongguk felt his cheeks burning. "My-... He's my boyfriend now.."

Yerin froze in her spot, and it seemed Namjoon did too, from where he stood. The two's jaw dropped simultaneously, almost comically, and Jeongguk couldn't help but giggle softly at the sight.

"BOYFRIEND?!" Yerin squealed loudly. Jeongguk flinched from the sound, then jolted backward as the girl tackled him into another bouncy hug. "Boyfriend, boyfriend! You guys are boyfriends! It finally happened!!"

"Yerin, you're going to suffocate the boy.." Namjoon chuckled from afar, though stood wide eyed at the news. He just couldn't believe it. Taehyung was right about the boy.

If anyone was going to love Kim Taehyung unconditionally, it would probably be Jeon Jeongguk.

Namjoon felt a little silly to have worried so much over it. Truthfully he was scared of both men getting hurt. Jeongguk, because Taehyung carried too much baggage; and Taehyung, because it seemed at any point he could scare Jeongguk away.

But maybe that didn't seem to be the case.

Maybe, just maybe, love was still possible for someone like Taehyung.

"Who the fuck is being so loud?" A deep voice cut in on the scene, and Yerin pulled away from the boy to see Taehyung standing a few feet away, hair wet from his recent shower. "Ah. That's a silly question, isn't it?" A smirk sprawled over the man's face once his gaze settled over Yerin.

"Fuck off, let me be excited," Yerin raised a teasing middle finger towards the man.

Taehyung tilted his head. "Excited about what?"

Yerin cracked a grin and blinked back innocently at him. "It's a secret."

Taehyung's gaze found Namjoon's, who was staring back at him with an equally knowing grin, and the man grimaced in confusion.

"You guys are fucking weird." He huffed, then threw the fresh towel he held in his hands toward Jeongguk. The boy quickly reacted and caught it into his hold. "You. Go freshen up. You'll need it."

Jeongguk's rosy cheeks brightened. "W-What?"

The man gave a cocky smirk. "Not for what you're thinking. Now hurry."

"I-I wasn't even—"

The boy stopped mid-sentence as the older disappeared down the hall, and then he felt Yerin settle her hands promptly to his shoulder. "Ggukie, I'll be escorting you to school today. Taehyungie and Joon are going to a quick gang meeting. Okay?"

Jeongguk gazed back at her and nodded silently, fingers digging into the towel in his hands.

"O-Okay.."

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Jeongguk's mouth lifted into a yawn, arms reaching across his sides to stretch them out.

"Looks like you guys had a rough night, huh?" Yerin bumped into the boy lightly while they made a casual stroll towards school campus.

"W-What?" The boy's red face was a dead give away, and the girl's eyes widened.

"Shit, I was joking but... You guys really were fucking, weren't you?"

"Noona!" Jeongguk whined, clutching her arm tightly. "S-Stop, we-.. We weren't-..."

Yerin burst into loud giggles, quickening their pace by skipping her feet over the pavement. "Jeonggukie and Taehyungie sitting on a tree~! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Oh my god, how old are you—"

"Then Taehyungie and Jeonggukie settled on the bed~! F-U-C-K-I-N—"

"Stopp!!" Jeongguk whined loudly, shoving and pulling at the laughing girl's arm. Until suddenly she came to a full stop.

"Wait.." She gasped dramatically. "Does that make you my eskimo brother..?"

Jeongguk's jaw nearly dropped.

"Wow! We're eskimo siblings now!!" The girl chirped, and truly, Jeongguk felt like crying on the spot, his cheeks flushed in utter embarrassment.

"That's... so disgusting.." He scowled, his frozen breath puffing into the air. "Why are you like this...? I hate you so much."

"Aw, but you love me and you know it, little bro~" She reached to peck the side of the boy's head, only for Jeongguk to retaliate and shove her back lightly. He walked on ahead towards the school fountain, the girl cackling while she tailed behind him, and then he noticed familiar strands of blond hair swerving to the wind.

"Jimin!" He called out, hand waving into the air. The blond turned to look at his friends, a smile curling over his lips at the sight.

"Didn't think you were going to come in today," Jimin huffed, arms crossed. "You're late."

Jeongguk sulked. "I know, I... woke up late. Even missed my first class, but I—"

"He was too busy fucking," Yerin cut in, big eyes ogling the boy teasingly.

"You're-.." Jimin paused. "Well, it's about time, honestly..." The boy then shook his head. "But I'll tease you on that later. Right now, I need to ask you something."

Jeongguk shot Yerin a glare before turning back to his best friend. "Oh, um.. Yeah, what's up?"

"Do you know a guy named Hiro?"

The younger's eyes gradually widened. He stole a glance toward Yerin, who seemed to recognize the name just as fast he did. Then they both turned their focus back to Jimin.

"Tanaka Hiro? From the Namida gang?"

Jimin's lips parted. "Oh, so you do know him, and... He's in Misun's gang?"

"Y-Yeah.." Jeongguk looked down. "He was with me at Acre's base when we got, um... kidnapped. He was the Namida hostage and I was the Bangtan one, even though I'm not even in the gang, they... they just thought I was."

The blond listened in silence while the boy finished.

"He helped Taehyung and I, drove us back to safety. He seemed like a really nice guy."

Yerin nodded beside him. "Yeah. I only met him briefly but, well... Our gangs are affiliated and I've heard his name around. He's a good loyal gang member, that's for sure."

There was a pause.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well," Jimin rubbed the side of his arm, then laughed bashfully. "I wasn't sure if he was a good guy or not, so I pretended I didn't know you too well. He's actually by the gate, looking for you."

Jeongguk's gaze widened. "What—?" He swiftly turned to look behind them, near the south gate, and indeed saw a tall man standing in the distance, that looked an awful lot like Hiro. "...Oh!"

"Let's go say hi," Yerin smiled, patting at Jeongguk's back. The boy looked at her and nodded, returning the smile. The trio then proceeded to walk towards the gate's direction, and Jeongguk was the first to call out toward the man.

"Hiro!"

The Namida man turned and saw the smaller boy greeting him cheerily, taken aback by the abrupt appearance.

"Jeon Jeonggukie!" He called back, watching as the boy approached him. "Nice to see you again." He reached out a hand and ruffled the boy's hair, a light chuckle leaving him. "I was looking for you."

Jeongguk smiled. "What for?"

"To check in on you, of course!" He gave an eye grin, then noticed the two behind Jeongguk and bowed politely.

"Um, yeah, I uh... Lied before. Actually he's my best friend," Jimin spoke up, and Hiro laughed loudly.

"Pretended not to know him? Hm.. You're a smart one. Wanna join the Namida gang?"

Jimin scowled, followed by a scoff. "No thanks. I'm sick of y'all's gang activities."

Hiro held back another chuckle and redirected his gaze toward Yerin, gave her another bow. "Nice to see you again."

Yerin gave a nod. "Likewise."

"So what are you doing here?" Jeongguk bounced on his feet.

"I'm actually waiting for Misun." He dipped his hands into his pockets. "I'll be taking her to see her brother later, but.. She told me you and her go to the same school, so I wanted to see you while I was at it."

"Misun has a brother?" Jimin perked up.

"She does, yes." Hiro gave a gentle smile. "He's a good friend of mine. Also a Namida captain."

"Ah.." Jimin was quiet a moment before he spoke again. "Speaking of, she mentioned her baby daddy was a guy from her gang." He narrowed his eyes at the other man. "Is it you?"

Hiro blinked repeatedly, seemingly aghast by the sudden claim. He processed it a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"What? Me?" He cackled, body keeling back in laughter. "Oh man, that's a good one. But no—heell no. I have a very lovely girlfriend."

Jimin frowned, a pout forming at his lips. Jeongguk's brows lifted in awe.

"Is that what she told you?" Hiro wiped at the side of his head. "That the guy's from Namida?"

The trio of friends stole glances at each other, then nodded.

Yerin shrugged. "Is he not?"

"No ma'am," Hiro shook his head. "The father of her baby's from Bangtan. Why do you think she's been so secretive, even toward her own brother?"

Yerin's lips parted, head turned slowly to look at the two boys next to her, who seemed to match her level of shock. And before they could add a word in, Hiro perked up at the sight ahead of them. "Oh, here they come now."

Jeongguk followed the man's gaze, until he spotted Misun coming in at the distance, by the west gate, Yoongi and Taehyung walking at either side of her.

"Looks like the Bangtan meeting's done early." Hiro spoke, then squinted at the sight. "Oh, her... baby daddy's with her right now, actually."

Jeongguk's body was rendered stiff, his heart palpitating inside his chest. And beside him, Jimin and Yerin shared the same look of horror. They all had the same question lingering their heads, but were too stunned to utter it aloud.

Luckily for them, Yerin was the brave soul who managed to ask the question swirling their minds.

"W-Who, exactly..?"

Hiro hesitated a moment.

He knew there was a reason Misun had kept this secret for so long, even from her friends. But he couldn't quite agree with it. Couldn't live with the knowledge he knew, without making sure the right people were aware of it.

He felt bad. He truly did. But he knew the truth had to come out, one way or another.

So with a deep inhale, he answered the girl's question. "The, um.. The one with the black jacket.."

The trio of friends stared. Stared at their friend walking toward the campus gate, laughing over something one of the two men had said. And the longer they stared, the longer they felt disheartened.

Until all that became of Yerin in a single moment, was nothing but anger. Sheer anger, for her friend who had been kept in the dark of it all.

"That fucking asshole.." She murmured, and her feet got started. Started towards the other trio's direction, her feet stomping over the concrete while she approached him.

"N-Noona... wait—!" Jeongguk stammered. But it was far too late.

Yerin had already reached her gang mates, raised a hand proudly in the air, and slapped it harshly across the man's cheek with swinging force.

"You piece of shit.." The girl spat quietly, watching as Yoongi's head snapped to the side at the impact.

Taehyung and Misun watched wide eyed beside them, and Yoongi reached up to hold his reddened cheek.

"What the fuck was that for?!" He uttered in annoyance, then his eyes caught sight of three men over in the distance.

Jeongguk, Hiro, and...

Jimin.

Jimin, who was staring directly at him, his face seemingly completely dumbfounded, plump lips agape at the sight of him.

And that was when Yoongi realized what was going on.

But he couldn't do a thing. Couldn't do a single thing while Jimin gazed at him with a look that sawed his heart into excruciating pieces. That look of utter betrayal. As though he didn't recognize him anymore.

The crushed expression over his face lasted a fleeting moment, and before he knew it Jimin was darting off past the south gate, running as far as his feet could take him, fleeing the sight of his lover, whose long kept secret had taken the wind from his lungs, landing him over the crumbling concrete beneath him. The sturdy foundation that had been their love.

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