My mouth dropped to the floor.

"What?"

Jungkook nodded slightly.

He then put his head in his hands, shaking. "Oh, God, what have I done?"

Taehyung and I exchanged worried looks. He eyed the lounge at the far end of the building.

I nodded. "Taehyung, go drop Chanmi off to Hoseok."

Turning to the whimpering boy, I said, "And you, come with me. Let's sort this out."

Slinging an arm around his waist, I led him to the lounge, settling him down on a sofa.

Taehyung sat down opposite us a few minutes later, cupping his head in his hands, and his elbows on his knees.

"Right," I started. "What happened?"

Jungkook looked ahead at the millionaire, the latter's face grave.

His lips parted. "I...I found out you had left the party with Taehyung."

My eyes snapped to the man. He stared back.

"And...I thought you both didn't enjoy it, especially you, so I tried to run out the building in hope to catch up with you.

"Camille caught up with me, and asked me to dance with her," Jungkook continued, voice wavering, "And...I shouldn't have, but I started shouting at her."

"I'm glad you did, really," Taehyung stated, "Bitch needed some sense kicked in."

"A-anyway," Jungkook muttered, "My parents heard the commotion, and came running over to me, demanding what's wrong.

"I said I was looking for you-" a jerk of the head towards me, "And dad totally dismissed me, instead ordering to go dance with Camille.

"That's when the thought of you unsafe, worried or upset, had me shouting at him," mumbled Jungkook.

A sigh. "Dad was...shocked. Couldn't believe that his little boy, who had always blindly obeyed him, had refused him outright, in front of hundreds."

"I can already tell what's gonna happen next," Taehyung muttered, glancing away to the window.

"Well, he snapped. Full on raged at me, screaming at how I was bad son, that if I didn't improve relations with that girl he'd strip me off the shares."

Jungkook closed his eyes. "And I said, straight to his face, that I'd rather starve our side your home than bring that madwoman inside it as a bride."

Silence spread across the room.

I was too shocked to say anything. Taehyung was too, as he breathed out, "Damn, man."

The boy only nodded, looking to me.

And the way he did, with this sad expression in his eyes, had me feeling incredibly guilty.

I knew exactly why I was feeling it as well.

He had fought with his dad...for me.

Because he was worried. Worried for my sudden leaving.

"Why that look, Sora?" Taehyung asked, snapping me into the reality of the situation.

I ran my tongue along my teeth. "Jungkook," I started. "I'm...I'm so sorry."

Both men looked to me, shocked.

"It's...it's my fault that all of this happened."

Jungkook looked alarmed as he hurried, "Wh-what, no, no-"

"You argued with your dad because of me, right?"

Taehyung had confusion knitted all over his face. "What is this about-"

"Jungkook," I addressed the boy once again. "Was it for me that this all happened?"

He eyed me shyly, as if not wanting to admit it.

"Was it for me-"

"Yes," he got out, looking down at his feet. "I did it for you."

I took in a deep breath. "Then, as an apology, what should I do for you?"

Jungkook didn't waste his time voicing his request.

"Go out with me."

I blinked.

"What?" Taehyung blurted out.

Jungkook instantly became red, waving his arms frantically in the air. "NononononoIdidn'tmeanitlikethatohmygoshthatcameoutsobadohmygosh-"

"Woah, woah, woah," I started, putting a hand on his arm to steady him.

It worked, but he turned his face away from me, covering his flushed face.

"Jungkook..."

"I didn't mean to say that, I'm so sorry," he started all over again, shaking his head vigorously.

Taehyung muttered something aggressively under his breath.

"But-" the boy swiveled around, facing me again, "I just want to...hang out. Take you to dinner, or something."

I raised a brow, crossing my leg over a knee.

"You..." Jungkook glanced shyly at Taehyung, whose anger was clearly rising. Slowly, but surely.

The boy quickly looked back at me. "Ever since I met you at the engagement party, I've really wanted to see you more.

"I've tried talking to you, but either Camille's at my heels or you're too busy with..."

He bit his lip, rubbing his hands. "I'm sorry, oh God, I feel so pushy, I'll just leave-"

A chuckle rasped out of me.

I said, a smile spreading as I saw Jungkook's face, "I don't see why you're freaking out so much. I don't mind going out to dinner with you."

The boy blinked. Several times, in fact.

Taehyung's mouth parted, ever so slightly. "What?"

I ignored him, grinning at Jungkook's explicit surprise. "I-I'll won't act this way, I promise, I just keep-"

"It's alright, Jungkook," I assured him. "I'd rather you be yourself than anything else."

I didn't think the boy could get any redder. "O-of course."

I was about to say something else when Taehyung stood up abruptly.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

The man buttoned up his suit, face branded with anger. "To your nieces. It seems you both are enjoying each others' company just fine."

With that, he stormed out the room, steps fast yet heavy, deliberately loud.

Jungkook leaned over to watch him go. "What's up with him?"

"I don't know," I huffed out, yet I knew that was a lie.

I knew exactly why he was mad.

-

After four hours, I was almost ready.

Hoseok had put my hair up for me while he played 'Eye Spy' with the girls, and did my makeup, insisting I dare go for a darker colour.

I had picked out a beautiful purple dress, all shine and gloss which gets tied like shoelaces at the back.

The thought didn't cross my mind well after Hoseok had left with my nieces for dinner that I couldn't tie it up all by myself.

Oh fuck.

Going over to the mirror, I willed my hands to work backwards, trying my hardest to tie the laces together.

My luck had ran out that day. Of course it didn't work.

At this rate I'll be late.

"Argh," I hissed, the lace falling out the knot.

I heard distant footsteps, yet that was replaced by a sharp pain through my finger.

"Fuck this," I exclaimed, turning on my heel.

Facing Taehyung straight on.

"Oh," I blurted out, taking a step back.

The man's shirt was replaced with a baby pink one, and black leather pants hugged his legs, boots on his feet.

His voice was not soft when he ordered, "Turn around."

He didn't have to tell me twice.

I could feel him step right behind me, not an inch away from my back.

Yet I stilled completely when I felt his hands brush against my lower back.

I felt a slight tug on my waist, and soon felt it tighten.

Oh. He's made the first bow.

He made a long work of it, tying each lace so torturously slow that I was going to scream.

Not only that, but his hands-

Each brush had me going redder than the last shade, more timid than the last time.

Finally, I felt his fingers tie the last bow as he came closer, focusing on putting the lace in the right opening.

"Is it...done?"

I felt his sigh warm on my neck. "Yes."

Goosebumps pricked down my arms. I could barely supress my shiver.

He did not step back. Just stayed there, not an inch further, his breath fanning the back of my neck.

His breath was replaced by the slight graze of his nose.

His hands, his wondrous hands, they played with my arms, tip toeing up to my shoulders.

"Sora," he breathed out, a near silent chant. "Sora."

"T-Taehyung," I started, "I-I have to-"

A screech nearly escaped me.

Taehyung's lips brushed against the side of my neck.

They pushed a bit harder, as if tasting the very skin on me.

A moan rolled off my tongue, my natural reaction to a pair of gorgeous lips pressed onto my neck.

They smiled onto my skin.

The man's hands gripped my arms, pulling me against his body.

He gasped for air, his breathing uneven against me. "Sora."

"T-Taehyung, I have to go-"

"Don't go," he got out.

And his lips were on me again, this time harder, clashing against my skin aggressively, marking it as his own.

I groaned low down from my throat, surprised at myself for making such a noise.

I could sense the satisfaction he got as he sucked on that part of skin, gripping me harder.

"Taehyung!" I cried out.

And maybe that was his undoing.

As he whirled me around, gripping my face.

"Just one," he pleaded, and claimed my lips with his own.

I instantly joined in, moving my mouth against his, feeling the pleasure roll between us.

His hands were all over me. He broke the kiss, his eyes a look of desperation. "Stay."

For what? Where do I have to be?

Oh God.

The dinner.

Sora, you can't-

"I-I can't," I stammered out, instantly regretting the answer.

For the look of sheer disappointment on Taehyung's face had me fumbling for an excuse.

"Please understand, I-"

He didn't listen. Only looked to the spot he sucked on earlier.

His thumb caressed it slightly, sending cold shivers down my spine.

"Just..." his voice was quiet. Yet you could feel the order in it as he continues.

"Just make sure there won't be any marks accompanying mine when you're done with him."

Then, he slowly stepped away from me. Away from the room. Out of it.

My eyes were still rooted to the door.

Hello?? Dinner?? You have dinner with Jungkook?

I wanted to mentally slap myself.

Do you really want to go to a dinner now, Sora?

When you could have been with Taehyung this entire night?

I sighed, reaching for my phone.

You idiot.

You fucking, fucking idiot.

-

Hey guys! Gosh, I was very nervous about this chapter, took me longer than usual to write this bloody thing.

Anyway, please do tell me your opinions on this part. It shall be much appreciated :)