Lips parting slightly, Taehyung exhales, hands pressed firmly against the black tile of his shower, water running down his tense back muscles. He groans a little when the water turns hotter, almost burning his skin but he very quickly grows used to the sting and remains in that position, unbothered.

He didn't know what to do.

Taehyung, for the second time in his life was stuck, his brain fumbled and his mind losing its clogs. Every though process of his was undeniably chaos. He sighs again, but this time leaning his forehead against the steamy tile, closing his eyes and just pausing for a moment.

Lifting his head upwards, he washes his face, before he finally decides to step out of the shower, skin feeling taut and elastic.

Wrapping a towel around his waist he walks into his bedroom, almost jumping up in shock when he sees Jungkook laying on his bed, eyes closed but fingers fidgeting: he had almost forgotten about letting Jungkook sleep over.

Taehyung felt stupid. Of course he did. His ex-husband that he still might have feelings for sleeping in his bed? That didn't sound right at all and yet, all he wanted to do was keep Jungkook as close to him as possible.

He'd let the world go up in flames and yet not a single one would dare to scorch Jungkook.

Upon hearing Taehyung, Jungkook's eyes flutter open, widening a little when he sees Taehyung in just a towel, water droplets running down his tan skin, hair fluffy and drying quick. Taehyung raises his eyebrow in question to Jungkook, but the younger just gulps and looks away, shaking his head. Shrugging, Taehyung walks into his closet to get dressed for work.

Donning a normal black suit, he rummages through a draw looking for his cuff links, and instead finds the metal black weapon he had been walking around with yesterday. Fuck, I forgot to put it away, he thought to himself, hands working quick to store it in its usual hiding place.

Taehyung couldn't deny however, the thrill of feeling his gun against his skin, tucked into his waist band, pressing into his lower back. But, as quick as that feeling of thrill came, it disappeared and Taehyung forced anything else that came with it into a deep dark pit of his mind. Taehyung couldn't risk the life that he had built for himself for the life that he had left.

With one last sigh, Taehyung grabs his coat and heads out of his closet, to see Jungkook looking fresher, his face wet. "I didn't want to take a shower so I just brushed my teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes," he mumbles, fingers twitching slightly. Taehyung nods, "just leave the bed messy, I'll clean it when I come home," he replies, walking out without another thought.

Heading into the kitchen, Taehyung warms up some coffee, pulling out two mugs, one for himself and another for Jungkook. As he waits for Jungkook, he pours the coffee, his mind wandering.

Would life had been like this if we didn't split up?

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, Taehyung sighs.

"Oh, you made coffee," Jungkook says chirpily, walking around the kitchen island to stand next to Taehyung. The older gasps slightly, feeling Jungkook press into his side.

Oh it was undeniable. The feelings were most definitely there.

Simply nodding his head, Taehyung passes a mug (the better, newer looking mug) over to Jungkook, while taking a sip out of his own mug. "So what's the gig today?" Jungkook says, pressing his back against the counter while looking at Taehyung with his siren-like eyes.

Taehyung answers, "well, I have to go into work today because of a couple of meetings. Yoongi agreed to meet up today at around four so I'll be late coming home. You can just go home today, there's nothing much to do."

Jungkook scoffs, the male's lips twitching, an action that Taehyung finds attention to, his eyes drawn on Jungkook's lips. "You must be crazy," Jungkook begins, taking a sip out of his mug, "if you think that you're going to handle things alone." He places a hand on Taehyung's bicep, "do you not remember what I said yesterday? We go through things together. We do things together," he emphasises.

Not willing to argue with the younger, Taehyung sighs, placing his now empty mug in his sink, "fine. Come no later than three, so we have an hour to prepare."

He walks away from Jungkook, not bothering to glance back, "you can leave whenever you're ready," he says, quiet but loud enough for Jungkook to hear. Hand on the door handle, Taehyung forces him to glance back at his ex-husband and smiles a little, the corners of his lips raising ever so slightly.

Jungkook stares back with his eyes wide, doe and sparkling and then finally... he smiles back reassuringly.

Taehyung nods and then leaves, the door shutting behind him. He walks over, to the elevator, fingers slightly shaking. There is no way he can continue seeing Jungkook on a normal basis, not when he felt like his insides were going to explode, palms sweaty – he felt in love. Like a teenager.

But maybe it wasn't love just yet.

Maybe it was something else entirely and Taehyung's mind was merely overthinking the whole ordeal. Maybe it was the past? Using its lusting fingers to creep onto Taehyung, pulling him back, farther into the deep, dark pit that he had pulled himself out of just years before.

Fuck, Taehyung's heavy breath escapes his rosy lips, and he leans his his head back against the elevator wall, feeling the doors shut, and he was finally trapped, alone. With his thoughts, nothing to distract him.

There's nothing he can do.

Everything was too complicated, what with Jimin, his past and now his so called 'feelings' for Jungkook? Maybe under different circumstances Taehyung could think this through and act upon it, but right now, all he could do is push his feelings to the back of his mind and ignore them.

He heads into walk, passing Eunha on the way into his office, "did you meet him?"

Taehyung glances at her and nods, "Eunha, meet me in my office in ten minutes," he says in a stern voice. She nods and continues talking to the colleague next to her. Walking off, Taehyung enters his office, sighing as he places his briefcase and laptop bag down.

He places everything that he needs for the day down and opens his email.

To: Kim Taehyung, CEO
From: Chief Director Xiao
Subject: database of recent trade

Kim Taehyung, I am writing to inform you about the recent trades and transactions that have been reported to my company. I am afraid that I am going to have to kindly reject your offer of merging our two companies, and a formal meeting will not be needed.

Here I am sending over the copies of reports, please look over them and let me know.

unk. unnamed file. jpg ☑️

Taehyung frowns, clicking onto the file. It clearly wasn't the report of trade and transactions like Director Xiao had said he'd be sending...so was the imported file he sent been a mistake? Should Taehyung open it?

Director Xiao hadn't sent anything else following that email, maybe Taehyung should open it. He moves his mouse to the file, he pauses for a moment, taking a breath and he–

"Mr Kim,"

He looks up from his laptop screen to see Eunha. She walks in, shutting the door behind her, she smiles and drops the act of 'professionalism' before taking a seat opposite his desk. She slouches slightly, pushing her hair back, "god I'm tired," she groans, "the kids kept me up all night – anyways, how was last night?"

Taehyung eyes the email and file sent one last time before he shuts his laptop, pushing it to the side, "it was okay, I met Yoongi, it... it was nice seeing him after so long. He's agreed to help us and I will be meeting him here around four so tell everyone that they can go home early – you included."

She nods, "noted. Was there anything else you'd like me to do?" Taehyung doesn't make a motion but he does say, "when you're free look over the applications for a new worker in the financial department and send over the best ones to me, maximum fifteen please. Look over and calendar today and cancel any meetings that are scheduled for one and reschedule them. And one last thing, I'll take a coffee, black please."

Eunha has her phone out by now, typing away as Taehyung tells her the things she must do.

"Okay, and while I'm here, Hoseok told me that he's working in the technical department right now, the lights on one of the hallways went out, fuse box busted and now a whole floor is in the dark, he told me that he sent some people home but others are working in different floors. Email him if you need confirmation before you give people warnings for not being in," she chuckles.

As much as Taehyung was her good friend, he was still her boss at the end of the day. He smiles a little and before she leaves, he says, "and Eunha," she pauses, turning around to look at Taehyung, "yes?"

"Take it easy okay, I don't want you running around the building all day – especially since you're tired and all."

She smiles, nodding, "yes Mr Kim," she says cheekily before closing the door shut on her way out.

Taehyung's left in the silence of his own office, and with a small groan, he picks up his phone, unlocking it and looking at the contact number on the screen. The whole night, he'd been tossing and turning, contemplating on whether or not he should do it. Risk it all and never go back. Because as much as he didn't want too, Yoongi was right, he had to come back if he ever wanted things to go his own way.

He couldn't let the world ruin Jungkook, and for that, Taehyung was willing to let the world ruin himself first.

Yesterday night was a blip. Jungkook was put in danger, and for what? A minute too late and who knows what would have happened to the boy. He says he's fine but he's not. There's no way he would be fine after experiencing something as traumatising as that, even if he agreed to it. And Taehyung couldn't help but feel that it was his fault.

He was the reason why Jungkook was in that hellish club in the first place. He is the reason why Jungkook is going to always be at his side, risk of being in danger. He is the devil, and Taehyung had no choice but to embrace the devil with his long fingers, skin against skin, eyes burning into each other.

If Taehyung ever wanted Jungkook safe, all the whole dragging him down at the same time, then he would have to sit back on his throne that he once left and become the man he vowed to never become...ever again.

It was sick and twisted, but it was the only thing that could make Taehyung's worry for Jungkook feel at ease. He would kill himself, his morals, his everything for Jungkook.

And there was no doubt about it. None at all.

Taehyung looks down at his phone screen, and with his thumb, he finally pressed dial. Fuck knows how long he sat there, hearing the ringing tone going on and on and on. Probably seconds, maybe a minute but to his thrashing heart and thumping ears, it felt like a damned lifetime, even an eternity.

Until finally...

He brought the phone to his ear, finger tapping slightly as he took a deep breath, readying himself for the person who would pick up on the other side,

"Hello Seokjin,"

—

Jungkook reaches work, and almost immediately heads into the staff room to meet up with Rosè and tell her about the night before. Half way into telling her, she stops him, "hold on, you were gonna get a dick down your throat and it was going to be for Taehyung?" Jungkook timidly nods under Rosè's glare.

"That's not right, you shouldn't be willing to do anything like that, you shouldn't be willing to give up your dignity," she emphasises, pointing a finger at Jungkook's chest, "for your ex-husband. Why? Why would you even think of doing something like that? It doesn't make sense!" She pushes Jungkook to answer her questions.

Running a hand through his hair, he groans, slamming his palm on the granite countertop, he says, "I don't know! I don't know okay. Nothing makes sense! Nothing Rosè," Jungkook sighs. His shoulders slumping as he looks away from his friend that seemed to look at him with her eyes squinted and narrowed like she knew the answer and Jungkook didn't.

"Ever since he came back into my life things have just been messed up, muddled and fucked up. And I don't know what to do. From Jimin, to fucking Taehyung, to whoever is now suddenly watching me? It doesn't make sense and I'm left walking a path, and I don't even know where it's going to lead me."

Rosè sighs, pulling Jungkook into her arms, "this isn't some teenage romance book Jungkook. You and Taehyung, you didn't work out the first time, and you most definitely are not going to work out this time round – especially under the circumstances of Jimin going missing? The weird and probably batshit crazy things that is Taehyung's past? Jungkook you can't let yourself be ruined just because Taehyung's ruining himself," she whispers, rubbing soothing circles on his toned and muscled back. He doesn't reply, and she then adds,

"You have Mark, don't forget that," she urges before pulling away from Jungkook, giving him a firm nod before walking out of the staff room, not looking back on her way out of the room.

Jungkook doesn't know it until one of his colleagues walks into the room and asks, "Jungkook? Hey? Are you okay?"

Snapping out of his trance, Jungkook realises that he has a few lone tears rolling down his puffy cheeks, he sniffs, wiping his eyes quickly, "yeah I'm just dandy," he chuckles. His colleague laughs and adds, "sometimes emotions get the better of us, eh? Well, I'm just in here trying to get some coffee, boss is running us crazy with this new book."

Tilting his head in question, "what... new book?"

"You didn't hear?"

Jungkook shakes his head.

"Apparently someone anonymously sent in a murder mystery book for boss to read. It's all about someone going missing, people dying, it's crazy – there's even something involved with the dark web and mafia, it sort of has a dystopian vibe to it."

A cold shiver runs down Jungkook's spine as he pauses, blood going cold. "W-what?"

His colleague nods enthusiastically, "Jungkook, I promise you, you need to read it. Considering you're on the marketing team, I reckon it'll be a huge success; the whole 'anonymous' thing, if you can tie that into how well it would market, the sales would go up and then if we trace the author, oh my god!"

Jungkook simply nods, eyes wide.

It all seemed familiar, a little too familiar.

"I need- I need to read it," Jungkook says softly, more to himself than his colleague. "Yeah, I'll hand you my copy, I've finished it anyways – and you can keep it, considering that you'll most likely be the one marketing it."

Without saying a word, Jungkook nods and walks out, but hears the words, "it's on my desk, just grab it on the way to yours," Jungkook's pace fastens as he almost rushes to the desk, seeing the paper copy on top of his colleague's books.

Swiftly taking the manuscript, and heading over to his desk, which was perched further away than any other of his workers.

Sitting down with a shaky breath, Jungkook eyes the title, 'darker than death,' he mouths the words out, fingers grazing over the small font. Dark, the only ink on a whole page of paper. Flipping over to the first page, Jungkook reads the next few lines of almost smudged ink, whispering to himself, "for the one whom this concerns, catch me if you can."

His breath almost stops, it almost immediately feels like this person, whoever it was, was speaking directly to Jungkook. But he couldn't be? There's no way that this was possible. A book? Directly correlating to Jungkook's current situation that has taken over his whole threshold of a life. It had to be a coincidence.

But lately, everything had begun to feel like it wasn't.

Like fate had perfectly orchestrated it's moves, playing Jungkook like he was a puppet, and it was a puppeteer.

Once more, he turns the page over, reading the words,

"There's a line between mystery and nosiness. It's such a shame that some people simply don't know how to stay away, getting themselves involved in things that don't concern them, and yet, curiosity leads them to follow the strings that would end up, well, I'm sure many of you know – killing, the damned cat.

So, you know the story of the hero, you have been told how the hero conquered and killed, travelled and journeyed, but have you ever been told the story of two stupid adults who ended up killings themselves in the long run? No, I'm not giving the ending away by saying that, in fact, I don't even mean to be so crude, I don't mean literally of course – but, like you know yourself, one word can mean a hundred different things. So read on, valued audience, read the story, and where it all began,

Five years ago..."

"It's a good book right?"

Jungkook flinches upon hearing his boss's voice, "what?"

Repeating himself, he says, "it's a good book. The informality, the mystery, foreshadowing and even the anonymity of the author: this is the next big thing."

"...yeah, I guess so," Jungkook says, smiling a little but it doesn't reach his eyes. His boss grins, "well I'm glad you agree, because I want you to market it. Read it over the next week, and make a plan on how it should be designed, this is a unique new book, and I want a unique selling point. Don't let me down Jungkook," his boss says sternly, before walking away. "Yes boss," Jungkook replies weakly after his boss has already left.

At that same moment, Rosè rushes to Jungkook's desk slamming her own copy down, "there's no way this a coincidence," she breathes out, eyes wide with shock, "it- it's no possible!" She says in a hushed whisper.

"How much of it have you read?" Jungkook asks, trying to remain as calm as possible. "Literally ten pages, but then I realised the story that this person is writing was too familiar – like I've been told this story before, and then I realised, it's your story," Rosè pants out quickly.

"Huh?"

Opening one of the pages, Rosè reads out, "the thing is with cheaters is that there's no excuse, and for him, seeing his husband fucking his so called best friend in their marital bed was just so...tragic."

The audacity.

"They... they're writing out my story? That's... weird," Jungkook breathes out softly. "Rosè, as soon as you finish work, gather Namjoon, Hoseok and Eunha. I'll tell Taehyung about it, I... need to read this with him, this story – whoever wrote it, finished it. And if it's my story, well, I'll be damned to let someone else finish for me."

Rosè simply nods.

"Speaking of, I've got to leave and meet up with Taehyung in office at three anyways, hold the fort for me and if boss asks, I'm out doing market research for the 'next big thing' okay Rosè, I'll see you in a bit," Jungkook rushes out, grabbing his coat and work bag from the floor and almost flying past Rosè.

He heads into his car, wasting no time in turning his car on, and driving out of the work car park.

The sound of his phone ringing cuts through his silent drive, and he quickly connects his Bluetooth, answering the phone without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" Jungkook asks, focusing his attention on the traffic before him.

"How'd you like the book, Jungkook?"

"Excuse me?"

The voice chuckles through the line, and the sudden drop of warmth in Jungkook's car makes him realise that this person, this stranger was far from good. "You know, I'm not really a fan of repeating myself, but just this once I'll say it again, I'll let it slide. How's the book?"

"Who are you?" Jungkook says loudly, "who are you and why are you doing this? Where's Jimin? Do you have him? Tell me!"

"Tsk, is that all you want to know? And after I've so kindly given you the gift of finding out for yourself dearest Jungkookie,"

Jungkook's breath fastens as well as his speed, fingers gripping the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. He doesn't know what he feels. Fear? No, anger?

"And how do I do that?"

"Oh... and I thought you were a fan of puzzles. I've given you the pieces, now put it together."

"Wha-"

"Until next time Jungkookie."

The line goes silent, and Jungkook's left alone with the hairs standing upright on the skin of his neck. He breathes out slowly, mind racing.

No, he didn't recognise the voice: it was, deep, not raspy or guttural, almost jolly and cheery. Young, but grown and mature. Definitely a man, but his voice had a tone of femininity. His voice was calculating, and almost happy that this messed up, monster of a person was messing with Jungkook.

Playing a game with his life.

Jungkook glances at the manuscript sitting on his passenger seat, "is that the puzzle?" He asks quietly as if someone else was sitting in the car with him. He stops at a red light, fingers tapping against the steering wheel, his mind deep in thought.

There was something seriously sick and twisted going on, and this just... it fucked shit up even more. This person didn't mention that they had Jimin, in fact, they could be something totally different. But somehow, somehow Jungkook had a deep feeling in his gut that whoever this person was, had something to do with Jimin's disappearance.

But how could Jungkook get to the bottom of it?

Driving on, Jungkook takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, chewing on the soft flesh for a moment before he eyes the manuscript once more.

He had to cave through the manuscript, tonight, and see what he could pick out from it. If this was the puzzle, then the answer most definitely would be in it. But could he stomach the idea of reading whatever was written in that damn thing. Maybe, maybe not. But Jungkook had to be tough, he had to have thick skin if he wanted to find Jimin and get justice.

But it was so, so difficult to direct himself when he felt like he was standing in the dark, even with people to help him, he couldn't reach out in the dark if he couldn't see where those people were.

"Fuck," he whispers to himself, sniffing slightly as it dawns upon himself. Even if he didn't know what to do, he knew that after everything, there was one person he had to keep safe, at all costs. Before himself, before Taehyung, before anyone else involved in this whole ordeal. It's just sad to know he has to break a person and years of love just to keep them safe.

But Jungkook wouldn't want to risk more than he already is risking, even if it breaks his own heart in the process.

—

"Hey Jungkook- wait, what have you been overthinking about?" Taehyung asks immediately upon seeing Jungkook's red lips that have been bitten due to stress. "What are you talking about," Jungkook chuckles, placing his bag down and shrugging his coat off.

Taehyung, taking off of his suit blazer, says, "whenever you overthink something, you bite your bottom lip until it bleeds, so," he drawls off, motioning towards Jungkook's bottom lip. Feeling his bottom lip softly with his fingers, "oh..." Jungkook mumbles.

"Just... something weird happened today," Jungkook says, walking towards Taehyung, who was shuffling papers around his desk, moving things out of the way and tidying a few things up. "Oh yeah? What happened?"

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook begins to tell the tale of the day he's had, "something came up on my boss's desk. Anonymously, someone sent in a book to publish from our publishing company. The weird thing is though, it seems to be based off of me."

"What?" Taehyung says, stopping in his tracks, to which Jungkook nods, "yeah and then on my way here someone called me. And before you ask, no caller ID, I checked. They told me that they gave me the puzzle pieces to finish whatever they started, and it's that book. God Taehyung, I'm trying, honestly, I'm trying to be strong but it's getting scary!"

"Whoever is doing this is watching me! They knew you were at my house the other night, they knew that I'd receive the book and they knew I'd be driving to you. The weirdest thing about all of this – is that they spoke to me with terms of endearment. They know who I am, and I don't even know who they are."

Jungkook, on the verge of breaking down, gasps, chest rising heavily. Up and down, until he can no longer catch a breath. Taehyung, just as shocked, covers it all up and instead focuses on the younger, fragile and breaking boy in front of him.

"Stop," Taehyung whispers, pulling Jungkook in by his wrist, the younger boy now flush against his slightly taller body, he holds Jungkook's face in his hands, looking down at the male, eyes filled with worry, "you're okay," he whispers, over and over again like a mantra. A chant. Maybe even a prayer. 

"I can't do this anymore," Jungkook sobs, hiding his face in Taehyung's chest. Body shaking and whimpering in the warmth of Taehyung's familiarity. "I just c-can't, fuck Taehyung... it's too much," Jungkook says, trying to press himself deeper into the older.

Stroking Jungkook's soft hair, Taehyung doesn't say a word, just let's the boy cry in his arms, doing his best to ignore his heart exploding in his chest, the fireworks he feels in his fingertips and the butterflies he feels in his stomach. He begins to grow drowsy with the addicting scent of Jungkook's vanilla and warm chocolate perfume. There was only one thing Taehyung could get high off of, and that was a drug named Jungkook.

Jungkook pulls away slightly, tilting his head upwards to look at Taehyung, he felt so small standing like this.

They found themselves in positions like these far more times in a matter of a couples of days, much more than they did when they were young and married.

"Thank you," Jungkook whispers, lazily looking up at Taehyung's with his siren eyes, twinkling and shining even with the sun slowly setting and the daylight dimming. "Anytime... Jungkook," Taehyung's voice grows deeper, Jungkook's name rolling off of his name like magic. At this, Jungkook's eyes flutter close, a gasp escaping between his plush lips.

Using his fingers to skim over the skin of Jungkook's jaw, Taehyung internally groans. He misses this. The feel of Jungkook's skin under his hands, pulling and stretching. He knows to take advantage of the moment because it's always going to be short lived. Something was always going to ruin their moments.

But,

it had to be ruined.

Because Jungkook had moved on, he was with Mark now, he had forgotten what it was like to be with Taehyung, and frankly, Taehyung knew that no matter what, he didn't deserve Jungkook; it wouldn't work out, ever.

That was from the truth though, because Jungkook, as much as he hated admitting it, he still felt for the man that had cheated on him. It wasn't love, but it felt newer, something that wasn't from his past and yet was a synonym of it.

Shivering under the soft, gentle and subtle touches, Jungkook looks upwards, some tears caught in his long lashes, his lips puffier and pinker than even more than they were before.

"Taehyung..." Jungkook whispers, eyes fluttering shut when he feels Taehyung's thumb press into Jungkook's lower lip, feeling and grazing at the sensitive and sore flesh.

"You look beautiful," Taehyung breathes out slowly, caught up in the man's ethereal beauty, angelic and dainty yet strong and masculine, Jungkook was truly something out of this world. Tilting his head to the side, Taehyung exhales slowly, trying to memorise this sight completely before it disappears and disintegrates from the present to merely be a thing, memory of the past.

Jungkook shakes his head, "no.." he whines, and Taehyung reassures him, "I know, I know," he whispers, voice deep.

They didn't know why they were whispering in a big, empty office but it felt more intimate and sensual this way.

"You're always going to be safe with me Jungkook," Taehyung say, slowly removing himself from Jungkook.

Drunk on Taehyung's touch, the younger pulls himself back into Taehyung's embrace, "just," Jungkook breaths out, "just let me stay for one more minute Taehyung, please just let me stay here," he begs in desperation, even though he knew Taehyung wouldn't reject.

Cupping Jungkook's jaw, Taehyung roughly pulls the younger closer, "we can't do this Jungkook, I'm not letting you regret this after," Taehyung sternly replies.

"No Taehyung-"

"Damnit Jungkook, you're in love with another man!"

Jungkook stares up at Taehyung, "no I'm not," he whispers.

Taehyung stares into Jungkook's eyes, "what?"

Jungkook takes a deep breath, and with shaky hands he pushes his fingers through Taehyung's soft locks, "I'm breaking up with Mark because, I have to keep him safe and I can't keep lying to him. I don't love him Taehyung."

Slowly and surely, his eyes travel down, to Jungkook's glossy and parted lips.

Taehyung spent so much trying to make sense of his feelings for Jungkook but now, sense was thrown out of the window.

"Fuck it," Taehyung moans.

He grabs Jungkook by the throat, the younger gasping.

Pulling him forward, Taehyung smashes his lips against Jungkook's with a groan.

Sparks soar the minute their lips touch, and Jungkook feels every good feeling in the world. Like the first snowfall in winter, or the first flower blooming in spring, the smell of a fresh book or the perfume of someone you love.

Moaning a little, Jungkook tugs on Taehyung's locks, earning a hiss and a little spank as Taehyung's hands travel downwards to his thighs. Lifting his legs, Jungkook's legs are soon wrapped around the elder's waist and he's being pressed against the nearest wall.

Taehyung pulls away to capture Jungkook's lip in between his teeth, hearing Jungkook moan, whimper and writhe was like music in his ears.

Rutting against Taehyung, Jungkook moans the elder's name.

"Say that again," Taehyung groans against his lips.

The two are so caught up in themselves that they can't focus on anything around them, so lost in themselves that their dazed with the scent of each other, drunk and high. High and drunk. So lost that they don't hear the office door opening.

"Damn, it's like a porno in here,"

Taehyung pulls away from Jungkook, like always, the moment is short lived. But his eyes go wide when he sees who's standing at the doorway. Seokjin.

Smirking, "long time no see baby bro."

—

hi everyone! Long time no see for sure! I am so so so sorry for the late update it's literally been months. I have no excuse so please forgive me and I'm sorry for how badly written this chapter is :/

What do you think about the recent advancements in Jungkook and Taehyung's life? Their new feelings? New psycho character? And of course, Seokjin!

Vote and comment, and like always be safe, happy and healthy! Love you always <3