Taehyung had Jungkook in his arms, laying on the couch, watching some old cartoon. Taehyung traced his hand down Jungkook's side, wrapping it over his waist. He hadn't been paying attention to the cartoon at all, his eyes had been transfixed on Jungkook.

Taehyung pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and then closer to his neck, and then a kiss to his neck, and one to his ear, and one to his jaw, and then to his cheek, and-

Jungkook giggled, turning a bit to face Taehyung. Taehyung smiled, leaning down and melding their lips together. Jungkook hummed into the kiss, clutching onto Taehyung's shirt lightly.

"I'm so happy you didn't go." Taehyung whispered after pulling away, brushing Jungkook's bangs away from his eyes. Jungkook smiled, feeling enveloped in Taehyung's love.

"I'm happy I didn't go either. Maybe we can go together.. later. Find that nice beachside home." Jungkook said, and Taehyung smiled. He leaned down, kissing Jungkook's cheek.

"Hmm.. We can open a cafe.. you could finally be a baker." Taehyung said, and Jungkook gasped, grinning. "We can! Just you and me. Oh, Tae, I'm so excited. Can't we go now?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung sighed.

"We'll go, doll. Don't worry." Taehyung said, then trailed his hands down, squeezing Jungkook's waist, making him squeak out a giggle. "Just you and me. In our big bed. I'll kiss you all over," Taehyung whispered, kissing down his neck. "Hold you close to me. See your beautiful self every day. Make love to you-"

"Ah!" Jungkook squealed, and then pushed Taehyung off him lightly so they were both sitting up. "D-don't-"

"Shit, sorry Kook- I-I was just- um- I didn't realise. I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable." Taehyung said with worried eyes, and Jungkook's cheeks tinted lightly and he smiled softly.

"It's okay. Just- let's keep the love making part of it for... later. I don't know if I'm ready to have sex again. I might have to wait for some time.."

"That's perfectly fine with me, baby. I'll wait for years if it means you'll be happy and comfortable." Taehyung said, grabbing his hands and giving them a kiss. Jungkook smiled.

"God, you're amazing. I love you." Jungkook said, moving closer to him, climbing atop his lap to press their lips together. Taehyung smiled into the kiss, but suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Jungkook and Taehyung whipped their heads towards the door, eyebrows raised, eyes widened. "I-is it Mark?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung gulped.

"He said he had work all day.. and usually he rings the bell thrice to indicate it's him-" Taehyung started, but the doorbell rang again, two more times.

Jungkook hid himself further into the couch, and Taehyung stood up. He grabbed a small pistol laying in the shoe cabinet and held it behind him. He reached for the door and looked through the eyehole, and-

Taehyung swung the door open. "Jimin?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin stood on the other side, looking a little angry. Jimin pushed past Taehyung, and then saw Jungkook sitting on the couch.

"Jimin!" Jungkook said, and Jimin gasped and rushed up to him. Jimin jumped onto the couch and hugged Jungkook tightly.

"Ahem." Another voice came from the doorway, and Taehyung turned and saw Jin. "Jesus- are all of you here?" Taehyung asked, and Jin pushed past him. Taehyung closed the door, and saw how Jin rushed up to Jungkook.

"Jinnie!" Jungkook squeaked, and Jin crouched down and hugged him tightly, like he was made of fragile glass. "Oh, my little baby, are you okay?" Jin asked, and Jungkook nodded with a smile.

Taehyung stood by the doorway, awkwardly looking at how Jin and Jimin were hugging Jungkook tightly. Jin especially tight.

"You went to the hospital after all that, right?" Jin asked, and Jungkook nodded. "And you took your medicine?" Jungkook nodded. "And you ate properly, right?" Jungkook nodded hesitantly, which made Jin frown.

Jimin, meanwhile, turned towards Taehyung. "You!" Jimin snapped, and Jungkook saw as Jin stood up as well.

Taehyung cowered against the wall, and Jungkook sighed. "Guys- don't do anything to him! Why'd you come here?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin and Jin sighed, taking their scarves and stuff off.

"Because our stupid boyfriends pulled a dangerous ass stunt- and now we've got the police and NIS after us. We told them we're going grocery shopping, but-"

"How'd you find my house?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin turned to him.

"Mark told me." Jimin said, and Taehyung and Jungkook both frowned. "...Mark told you?"

"Yeah when he came over to the house the other day. He's actually really nice, y'know." Jin said, and Taehyung was still very confused.

"Wait wait- why'd he come over? And you guys didn't kill him?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin snickered. "Why would we do that? Mark's nice. Jackson's.. not the nicest, but jesus he's funny. Like, we-"

"What the hell is going on? Jackson Wang came over?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin hummed.

"Yeah. They all did. Jackson, Mark, Yugyeom, Jaebum, Youngjae, Jinyoung, and- um- Bombo- Bambam! Yeah." Jimin said, and Taehyung was still so fucking confused.

"What the fuck? What the- what??" Taehyung asked.

"Dokeun's gone, and Ruiji's dead. We don't need to keep this stupid rivarly between the two mafias alive. Especially since all their men are dead- thanks to you- and all our men are gone- thanks to you. So yeah. We were hanging out. Making a plan. If the NSI find us- they'll most definitely go for Jackson and the others next." Jin said, and Jungkook looked at Taehyung with a smile.

"Isn't that great, Tae? Now we can go back to the house!" Jungkook said, and Jin scoffed. "Taehyung's not going anywhere. You should be happy Namjoon and Yoongi didn't kill you the other day."

"Wait- the other day?" Jungkook asked, and then stood up and walked over to Taehyung. "Namjoon and Yoongi were the ones that beat you up?" Jungkook asked with big eyes, and Taehyung pursed his lips, giving Jin a look, and then nodded at Jungkook.

"I didn't tell you because I-I thought you were leaving and-and didn't wanna give you more stress, a-and-"

Jungkook hugged Taehyung tightly, Taehyung hugging him back apprehensively. "Oh, I'm s-so sorry Tae, it's my fault! They shouldn't have done that." Jungkook said softly, and pulled away, giving Taehyung a small kiss on the lips.

"Stop!" Jimin snapped, and Jungkook pulled away, blushing lightly. "You need to explain this to us." Jimin asked, pointing between the two of them. "'Cause we thought you two were broken up and Taehyung lied and all that shit. And we thought you two were leaving today."

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other and then at Jin and Jimin, and sighed.

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"Dammit!" Namjoon cursed, banging his fist against the table. Yoongi sighed, downing another glass of whiskey. "Dammit dammit- that bitch who's alive from Black Velvet, Wenda or something, ratted us to the fucking NSI."

Yoongi poured the rest of the bottle of whiskey into his glass. "This couldn't get any fucking better." Yoongi said, and Namjoon grabbed his glass and took a few sips.

"No no- it- it'll be fine. We just- um. We just need to remove that evidence from our-"

"Face it, Joon." Yoongi said, a serious tone in his voice, looking at Namjoon. "It's over. If we plead guilty we might just get a little less than a decade." Yoongi mumbled, and Namjoon leaned back into the chair.

"Nope." Hoseok said from the side, lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with a rolled up joint between his fingers. "We're all gonna die."

Yoongi and Namjoon turned to Hoseok- who'd been drunk and high for the past week. They rolled their eyes and turned back to each other.

"I don't- I can't go to jail, Yoongi. I just- I wanted to do this Mafia shit till I was 40 and-and then move into a nice house with Jin and have kids. I can't go to jail for 10 years, I just-"

"You won't. Y'know how the jails are in this city. We'll get out somehow." Yoongi said, and Namjoon hummed.

Suddenly, the beeping on their monitor went off, signalling an intruder at the front door. Yoongi frowned and Namjoon rushed up from his seat, grabbing his gun and rushing to the main door. The door opened, and Namjoon let out a sigh of relief when he saw Jimin and Jin.

"You were supposed to be back an hour ago. You can't just-" Namjoon started, but then saw tufts of black hair peep out from behind Jin.

Namjoon's eyes widened, and he let out a small smile. He pushed past Jimin and then saw Jungkook, getting a little startled. "Oh- fucking hell baby," Namjoon let out, and then grabbed Jungkook, hugging him tightly. "You-you're okay right? You-"

"I'm fine." Jungkook said, and then pushed Namjoon away. "I need to talk to you." Namjoon scowled, but nodded.

Jungkook followed Namjoon into the kitchen. "Are you okay Koo? God- it's been so hard these last couple of weeks. I couldn't sleep since that night.. I'm so sorry for not being able to help, baby. I kept begging your stupid father to help you, but-"

"Why did you hurt Taehyung?" Jungkook asked, and Namjoon looked at him. Namjoon looked for any hint of jest in his eyes, but realised he was being serious. "You had no right doing that! That badly, too!"

"You're joking, right? Did you not see what he did to you? You almost killed yourself because of him, how can-"

"I know- but he's different now. He's better. He apologised a thousand times and h-he's been taking care of me-" Jungkook started, but Namjoon scoffed.

"Pet, don't be so naive. Don't fall for him again after what he did. He hurt you, did you forget all of that? And after everything we had to see you go through- we find out you're going away with him? Do you know how that makes us-"

"I am going away with him!" Jungkook said stubbornly. "And- I know he hurt me, but he's changed now! I promise you, Joon, he's very sweet and-and loves me a lot." Jungkook said, but didn't see Namjoon look convinced.

"So let me get this straight. Taehyung, after taking your virginity, and lying to you for more than a month- lied to you, hurt you, broke your heart- and on top of that, gave all of our information away." Namjoon said, and Jungkook froze. "Not only that! He didn't do shit when you were getting targeted by Dokeun, put the blame on all of us, made you attempt suicide, let Jackson take you away, and let Ruiji pull that shit. And after all that- you still think there's any ounce of good in him? You still think he loves you?" Namjoon said, and Jungkook shook his head.

"H-he does, he's been taking care of me, and-and-"

"We all take care of you, Jungkook! That doesn't make him any fucking different! Do you know how deluded you sound right now?" Namjoon snapped, and Jungkook felt tears well in his eyes, not liking how dark Namjoon's eyes were and how angry he sounded.

"I-I'm not, he loves me-"

"Kookie, don't fall for this shit. You're still a baby in this world- you don't know who's right and who's wrong. Just come back to us, bunny, let us take care of you again." Namjoon said, and Jungkook shook his head.

"N-n-no- I love him-"

"He doesn't love you, Jungkook! He let all those men hurt you! You-"

"He didn't let those men hurt me, Namjoon! You let those men hurt me!" Jungkook shouted, and Namjoon froze. Jungkook walked back from him, tears welling in his eyes.

"You-you never w-wanted me around, ne-never taught m-me how to grow up-" Jungkook said, and saw something crumble beneath Namjoon's eyes. "You, Namjoon! Y-you're the reason I got hurt, not-n-not him!"

Namjoon looked confused, guilt ridden, and upset. Upset with himself. "Baby, you don't know what you're saying. You just-"

"He does love me! H-he does! You- you don't love me! My-my father d-doesn't love me! Taehyung does!" Jungkook yelled, tears rushing down his cheeks, choking his words. "A-and even if-if he doesn't, there's nothing you can do. It's on me. Not you." Jungkook said, controlling his cries.

"What?" Namjoon asked, and Jungkook reached for the door of the kitchen, trying to walk out.

"I mean- you won't h-have to worry about me anymore. I'm leaving. Don't try to look for me or Tae, or-"

"Kook," Namjoon stammered, and grabbed Jungkook's arm. "Don't act like this. Don't go, baby, just stay here-"

"No! I don't want to!" Jungkook snapped, and for the first time- Jungkook saw tears well in Namjoon's eyes. "Baby, l-listen. I don't know what's going to happen, okay? I'm scared. We-we might be g-going to jail- and that might mean I never get to see you again, and-"

"That's fine with me. I don't want to see you." Jungkook spat in his anger, and Namjoon's breath hitched. Jungkook rid his hand back.

He didn't know Namjoon was being serious. That he truly may never see Namjoon again.

"Jungkook!" Namjoon called, and the rest of the boys were also there, rushing to the door, where Jungkook ran out of.

Before Jungkook could run out of the gates, he saw Jin by the gates- eyes fogged. Fogged in fear.

"Kook," Jin said, and Jungkook looked at him, tears still visible in his eyes. "I'm not going to force you to stay. But be safe. And by that, I mean don't leave your house." Jin said, and Jungkook frowned.

"W-what? Why-"

"It's your father." Jin said, and then he gulped. "He's resurfaced."

Jungkook gulped and nodded, and then gave one last look to the house, and rushed out- seeing Taehyung waiting with the car outside.

Jungkook got into the car, and Taehyung frowned. "Oh, baby, what happened? Did Namjoon say some-"

"Just drive." Jungkook let out, and Taehyung looked a little worried, but began driving.

Jungkook's brain was whirring with what Namjoon said. He doesn't love you. Don't be naive.

"Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little-"

"I'm fine." Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung looked back at the road, sensing that Jungkook was clearly irked. He didn't know why, but he assumed it was because of something that happened in the house.

Suddenly, Jungkook choked out a sob, and Taehyung frowned, turning towards him. He stopped the car behind a building, seeing Jungkook cover his face with his hands.

"Talk to me, baby- what's wrong?" Taehyung asked, and he reached for Jungkook's arm, but Jungkook pulled away.

"What am I doing?" Jungkook let out, and Taehyung was confused. "I shouldn't have- I-I shouldn't have-"

"You shouldn't have come here?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook shook his head.

"No I shouldn't have gotten off that fucking train," Jungkook said shakily, and Taehyung froze. He gulped, and turned to the front, trying not to show his hurt at Jungkook's words.

"What did Namjoon say?" Taehyung asked, turning the car engine on again.

"What do you think? Called me naive for trusting you again."

"And you believed him?" Taehyung asked with a small chuckle. Jungkook looked at Taehyung.

"Do you blame me?" Jungkook asked, and then looked out the car window. Taehyung bit down on his lip harshly.

"No. I-I understand. It was too good to be true, anyway." Taehyung snickered humourlessly. "You staying. Someone actually loving me back. Sounds made up." Taehyung grumbled, and Jungkook scoffed.

"Don't try to guilt me by playing the victim-"

"I'm not playing the fucking victim, alright?" Taehyung snapped, gripping onto the steering wheel tightly. "I'm not fucking stone cold, Jungkook. I have shit to deal with too."

"Oh- you have shit to deal with?!" Jungkook snapped back, and Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"I was working under a guy who killed my parents for six fucking years and was forced to hurt you! You think I wanted to?"

"Why're you getting mad at me then?"

"Because I know you won't trust me and I know you're doubting your love for me- and I know that I will always keep being the bad guy. In everyone's eyes. Even my own." Taehyung snapped.

"Well who's fucking fault is that?" Jungkook grumbled under his breath, and then suddenly, Taehyung's eyes widened and he spun the steering wheel, taking a sharp ass left turn into a narrow alleyway.

"What're you doing?!" Jungkook snapped, gripping onto his seatbelt. Taehyung looked at the reflection mirror, and gulped.

"That car's been following us."

"What?"

"I said that car's been-"

Suddenly, loud gunshots went off, and Taehyung gulped. He turned the car into another narrow alleyway, speeding through it really fast, a sleek black car still following them. Jungkook turned around and saw a gun sticking out of passenger seat, and turned back to the front when a gunshot went off.

"They've got guns. Fuck- Tae-" Jungkook said fearfully, and leaned back against the seat when Taehyung started driving at, like, 200.

A bullet went through their back window, shattering the glass of the car. Jungkook let out a shriek and ducked his head, glass shards bursting everywhere. Taehyung ducked his head, but kept driving. Screeching sounds came from both the cars, and both their hearts raced in anxiousness. The car behind them seemed to be getting closer, darkened eyes shielded behind darkened windows.

Taehyung suddenly saw an open market selling assortments of fried food in a narrow alleyway. Taehyung spun the steering wheel, taking the car that way, making Jungkook widen his eyes.

"Taehyung the car won't fit-" Jungkook stammered, but as they turned their car, a bullet went through the open back window, shattering the front window. "Taehyung, it won't-"

Jungkook closed his eyes and practically screamed when Taehyung drove the car into the narrow alleyway. Many shouts and hollers came from vendors and others as Taehyung literally drove through market stalls, food flying everywhere, snapping through pieces of chicken.

"Taehyung!" Jungkook screamed, more gunshots flying into their car. Now, the front glass of the car was completely shattered, falling into the car. Taehyung finally got out of the alleyway, breathing heavily, loud shouts coming from the people on the street.

Taehyung turned around and saw the other car still on the other side, not entering the alleyway. Taehyung saw one of the men in the car and gulped, and began driving normally, going through another lane so the car wouldn't be able to find them.

Jungkook's head was still ducked, and Taehyung turned to his side to check if he was okay. His eyes widened when he saw blood dripping down Jungkook's neck, onto his shirt. Taehyung stopped the car, a screeching sound accompanying it.

Taehyung instantly turned to his side, lifting Jungkook's head up. He felt his stomach turn upon seeing Jungkook, a cut on his mouth and cheek, causing blood to go everywhere. "Fuck- are you okay?"

"K-keep driving, they might-"

"That doesn't matter- are you okay?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook just nodded, reaching his hand for his mouth, feeling blood pouring out. Taehyung cursed under his breath, turning back ahead, placing his hand in front of Jungkook.

"I'm sorry- dammit-" Taehyung stammered, and started driving with one hand. Jungkook grabbed some tissues and pressed it to his lip, wiping the blood off his neck.

"It's fine. I'm fine." Jungkook assured, but Taehyung was angry. Angry with himself for letting Jungkook get hurt. Again.

They reached the apartment building, car practically giving up by the time they did. Taehyung and Jungkook got out of the car, and Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jungkook's waist, helping him into the lift inside the building.

They went up the lift in silence. "Do you know who they were?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung gulped. "I don't." Taehyung mumbled.

They got out of the lift, turning towards the hallway to walk to Taehyung's apartment. Taehyung froze when he saw two men standing by his door, looking at their way.

"Fuck-" Taehyung cursed, and reached for Jungkook's hand. But before he could, some man grabbed Jungkook from the back, covering his mouth- muffling his scream.

Taehyung's eyes widened, and he took his gun out- but then the two men from the door walked up to Taehyung, and one punched him square in the face.

"Ohhh fuck off!" Taehyung growled, punching the dude in the stomach, and then turning to go get Jungkook. But before he could, the other man started beating him up too.

Jungkook, meanwhile, screamed, kicking his legs back to hit the tall man. The man grumbled out something, so Jungkook bit his hand and then the man dropped him, clutching his hand.

Jungkook stood up, fearfully walking against the wall beside the lift. The man walked towards him, and before he could, Jungkook started screaming.

Just straight up high pitched shrill screaming, making the man try to punch Jungkook. Jungkook continued screaming and flung his leg up, kicking him in the nuts.

The man let out a groan and fell to the floor, clutching his balls. Jungkook instantly stopped screaming when he saw that worked.

Jungkook walked up to the guy and just started kicking him in the balls, making him groan and yell. Jungkook kicked his side meakly, not knowing what else to do, 'cause the guy was rolling over on the floor, looking hurt.

Jungkook rushed to the garbage area to grab the dustbin, and saw the man stand up. He limped over to Jungkook, trying to grab him, but Jungkook grabbed the garbage and threw it on his face.

"Fuck!" The man let out, falling to the floor. Jungkook dumped all the garbage onto him, and then took the big blue dustbin and hit him on the head.

Jungkook kept hitting him on the head with the dustbin, practically toppling over himself, until he saw the man put his hands up.

"Please man- I just w-work for them- let me go-" The man groaned, and Jungkook started screaming again and grabbed a cardboard box full of empty soju bottles, and threw them all on him.

The bottles all crashed and the guy passed out or died and Jungkook just looked with wide eyes, and then let out a cry of fear and turned around to run away.

Jungkook gasped when he saw Taehyung on the floor, bruised, beaten up, bleeding. Jungkook leant to the floor, and then felt fear struck his body. He started shaking Taehyung, because his eyes weren't opening.

"T-Tae-" Jungkook stammered, but the boy wouldn't budge. "Tae!" Jungkook cried, and then Taehyung's eyes flung open, and Jungkook got startled and jumped back.

"Are those guys gone?" Taehyung croaked out, and Jungkook nodded. "Good. I was pretending to be dead. It's all fine." Taehyung said, and Jungkook hit his chest.

"Don't do that again! But let's run because that guy-" Jungkook said, pointing to the guy lying under a pile of broken soju bottles and garbage. "-might get up."

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sorry for these long ass chapters and quick ass updates OOF i hope its not annoying