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"I said, I'm not scared." taehyung repeated.

hoseok downed his whiskey and laughed.
"what makes you think jungkook won't kill you here and now? you've done quite some things to him. has he forgiven you already?"

"he won't hurt me."

jungkook's hand gripped onto taehyung's hair, pulling his head back.
"what would you do if I say you're deeply mistaken?"

"quite brave of you to kill his sister, than stab him and show up here." jimin chuckled. "but judging by the way you acted back when I wanted to shoot you, you seem to not care about your life as much."

as taehyung stayed silent, jungkook let the gun travel down taehyung's neck and stop at the collar of his shirt.
taehyung let his head fall back as he locked eyes with jungkook.
"stop acting tough. I know you won't have the guts to kill me."

it drove jungkook crazy, seeing taehyung act this way. but what made him even more mad was the fact that taehyung was right. yes, he has said many times that he wishes to kill taehyung... but he couldn't. and it made him so angry and sad, knowing that taehyung could.
taehyung stabbed jungkook, but jungkook couldn't hurt taehyung at any cost.

"besides, I made you deepthroat my gun like a dick before, why would I be scared now?" taehyung smirked.

"you probably just don't know the power jungkook holds." jimin butted in. "while you were dying inside for the past year, jungkook has been improving in many things."

"so have you two..." taehyung said. "doing everything in your power to seduce yoongi... but I don't mind, at least someone will distract him from minseok."

jungkook licked his lips, drawing everyone's attention to his lip piercing. he dragged taehyung out of the office by his hair as jimin and hoseok silently watched.

"aaaah! it hurts, let me go!" taehyung tried getting out of the grip but failed.
he didn't know where jungkook was taking him, and honestly, he felt a little frightened.

jungkook threw taehyung into his office and locked the doors. taehyung, who landed on his knees once again, gently grabbed onto his hair which ached.
jungkook threw the gun onto his table and came up to taehyung. the elder crawled backwards until he hit the couch.
jungkook stopped, trapping taehyung between the couch and himself.

"you've gotten a little too brave, don't you think?" jungkook gritted through his teeth.

"getting us two alone..." taehyung smirked. "getting us alone was my mission."

jungkook laughed. "looks like you succeeded. congrats. what was the reason?"

taehyung didn't like how jungkook looked down on him, but the more he thought about it, the more arousing he found it. practically standing on his knees in front of the younger made taehyung feel vulnerable, and to his surprise, the feeling was a good one.
but taehyung remembered why he initially came here.

"jungkook I had to speak to you... it's about minseok."

"minseok?" jungkook's face was full of disgust. "about him? out of all things, you came here to talk about minseok! so there's nothing more important to discuss for us?"

"t-there is... but it was urgent–"

"I don't want to hear it! I don't give two fucks about minseok!" jungkook was about to walk away, but taehyung rose to his feet and stopped him.
"get out of here before I call the security, I don't want to see your face anymore!"

"you think I don't see it!?" he yelled.

"see what?"

"that you care for me." tae said. "I can see clearly how much you care about me despite everything that has happened between us!"

"ugh, I know!" jungkook yelled back with frustration. "I know I still care for your fucking dumbass even though you hurt me both physically and mentally! you know why?!"

"why?!"

"because I still fucking love you!"
taehyung was taken aback by such response. he froze, looking straight into jungkook's sparkling eyes.
"happy? is this what you wanted to hear? I admit it, I am a weak bastard who can't control his feelings, can't fall out of love despite all the horrible things you've done to me."

"b-but why did you say you didn't love me anymore when we first met at the club?" taehyung asked.

"because of my pride that is now nonexistent." jungkook whispered. "and I hate myself for this."

"don't." taehyung's hands went over to jungkook's shoulders. "don't hate yourself. hate me."

"I fucking can't hate you cuz I just told you I love you!!" jungkook threw taehyung's hands off and flopped onto the couch, exhaling.
"what did I do to deserve this? first you kill my sister, then you stab me and I still manage to have feelings for you."

"I never killed your sister."

"w-what–" jungkook's eyes flew wide open as he sat up on the couch and stared at taehyung. "what did you just say?"

"I said... I never killed your sister." taehyung came up to jungkook who was in pure shock and sat on an armchair beside him.

"what do you mean? what are you saying?" he was confused.

"on that day I broke into your house and found a young girl, who was apparently your sister..." taehyung said quietly. "yoongi clearly told me to get rid of any and all witnesses and she was just there–"

"and?"

"I stabbed her in the stomach."

"wow, unfortunately, I know how that felt like." jungkook rolled his eyes.

"I stole the painting b-but... ugh, I felt so bad!" taehyung confessed. "I came back into your house and I found her unconscious... so I took her to the nearest hospital."

"you did?" jungkook asked.

"I actually thought you found her... somehow... I don't know." taehyung explained. "I lied to the doctors, saying she has always been a suicidal girl and did it to herself. all I know is that they saved her from dying and immediately sent her into some psychiatric school or something."

"you're telling me... yeona is a-alive?" jungkook stuttered out.

"I don't know. but there is a high chance."

"you imbecile!!!" jungkook's hand went flying across taehyung's head. "why the fuck did you not tell me this earlier?!?"

"I'm sorry!!!" taehyung yelled. "I'm so so sorry, I know I should've, but I was supposed to keep it a secret!"

"oh my fucking god!" jungkook jumped up to his feet. "she might be alive! all this time I thought she was dead... I thought you killed her, but you actually didn't... what is this? you were nice enough to save her, you were forced to stab me... was this done on purpose?"

"what do you mean?"

"was yoongi trying to set us against each other?"

"the incident with your sister happened before you got into the malgeun pi gang, and the incident with you was made to teach me a lesson I failed to understand earlier." taehyung said.

jungkook stayed silent for a while with a look on his face as if he was reevaluating his life choices.
taehyung got tired of the silence and decide to break it.

"I'm sorry." he said.

"I know you are." jungkook lowered his head. "you've apologized so many times... I believe you."

"you really do?" taehyung felt a little smile appear on his lips.

"I..." the words hardly escaped jungkook's mouth. "I must say I'm also sorry... for not believing you at first... and then all this–"

before jungkook got to finish his sentence, he felt taehyung's hands wrap around him in a tight hug. as they fell onto the couch, jungkook returned the hug just as tight, burying his head in taehyung's shoulder.

"I promise to never hurt you again. never." taehyung whispered softly, his breath hitting jungkook's ear.

it never occurred to jungkook how much he truly missed taehyung. he was blinded by hatred all this time, he simply forgot how it felt to be embraced by the person who was equally as enamoured with him.

"I missed you so much." jungkook closed his eyes, breathing in taehyung sweet scent.
he missed everything about him, every little thing. and so did taehyung.

"if only you knew how much I actually suffered without you..."

"let's not." jungkook said and gently pushed back. "let's leave it all in the past and live in the present."

"what will you say to hoseok and jimin, though...?" taehyung bit his lip nervously.

"they don't have to know just yet."
jungkook smiled and leaned in, leaving no space between their lips.
he melted in the feeling he hasn't experienced for so long.
it felt euphoric, being able to feel the things he wished to feel once again for months.

they kissed each other passionately as if it was their last time seeing each other.

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