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"This is the 9th instance of us having this conversation baby."

"Exactly my point. When are you going to understand my concern? When you'll finally be irrevocably in love with that Jimin guy?"

"Oh my God, baby, from where do you make such disgusting theories. I'm– no, wait, let me state this for the last time in bullet points for you to get it right through that dense brain of yours..."

He sighes, frustration rising inside him inspite of trying to be as cool as possible.

"... First, I love you. As how a man loves his woman.

Second, I love him. As how one loves his best friend.

Third, and the most ridiculously important, I'm fucking straight to start with. Why even would you try to associate me with Park Jimin. No one, but you, my girlfriend of two years."

He runs his fingers through his hair, the conversation getting into his nerves.

"But you are always around him. And for your information he isn't straight. He can totally hit one you and get away with it."

A faint childish whine erupts from her now pouty lips.

He chuckles at the sight.

"What's so funny?"

"You are sooooo jealous of Jimin ain't you?"

He winks at her, with a sly smile adoring that artistic face, making her frown. She marches towards and topples him on the couch, straddling over him.

He is pleased to think how this conversation always ends up with her being super fiesty.

"Someone's being moody. What's up?"

"Shhh, say no more. You are mine. Only mine. No Jim, Tim or Nim can have you Mr. Kim!"

With that being said, she snakes her arms around his neck and pulls him into a searing kiss. He was more than happy to comply and reciprocates with an equal fervour.

Amidst the kiss, he speaks against her lips, repeating all the comforting words that could get her calm down from the insecurities she was feeling.

"Baby, you know I love you, right? Don't let these stupid thoughts disrupt your peace."

She pulls away and connects their foreheads, eyes a bit weary from all the unnecessary stress, but cheeks and lips flushed a tinge of red.

"I'm sorry." She whispers, trying to gather her thoughts.

"I don't know why but I can't help it when you are with him. Looking at you two, it just feels right. And that scares the shit out of me."

She tries hard to speak words that make any sense, hoping  for him to understand what she was  trying to say and not consider her a lost case.

She climbs away from his lap to sit beside him on the couch, after a heated make out session they just had, hands flailing in various directions as she spoke.

"I'm your girlfriend to cry out loud. How is it even possible that I see you with someone else and it feels fucking right!"

"You are speaking like, this is some kind of soulmate shit they show in kdramas."

He laughs, dismissing any chance that her words actually were sane.

"See, that's why I didn't wanna tell you." She says with a pout.

"Okay Okay. After all this I think I reach to the conclusion that, I will give you, all my attention so that you don't feel left out in whatsoever ways. Happy?"

He gives a reassuring smile.

"I- Fine. It's just my head overthinking but you know, I'm just- I just get insecure sometimes."

Another sigh escapes her lips as she buries her head into the knees that are folded up on the couch.

"Hey, look at me." He lifts her chin to match his line of sight.

"Don't feel sorry, baby. It hurts me. It's this conversation that we have that makes our relationship even stronger. Being vocal about our feelings and worries, it's normal. I'll always welcome all the thoughts you have, and will always be glad to sort them out for you. Because I love you the most."

He spoke with a warm and tender expression on his face, eyes sparkling a beautiful shade of dark brown. One look at them and you melt. A feeling that makes you feel... Home!

"Even more than Park Jimin?"

"Even more than Park Jimin!" He chuckles.

She grins widely, and to a sight so beautiful, he couldn't help but flash that ever so striking boxy smile at her.

She jumps into a hug which he gladly returns, enveloping her small, petite frame into his comparatively larger one, warmth emitting from his body that immediately calms her down.

"I love you so much Kim Taehyung."

"I love you more Tzuyu baby."

Just when he was relishing the hug with his girlfriend, his eyes move to the clock right across the wall he's facing.

9:17 PM. Why hasn't he called yet? He usually does by now.

Mr. Kim Taehyung, the CEO of K&J Industries, waits for a call from his best friend, Mr. Park Jimin, the MD of K&J Industries. Reason?

Did he reach safely after leaving office?

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11:00 PM

Sneaking out of the bed, Taehyung reaches the attached balcony. He clutches the phone in one hand and slides the glass door with the other, slowly, to avoid waking Tzuyu up.

Stepping out, the crisp cold wind grazes his body over his loose shirt, trying to seep into the skin beneath it. He shivers a little.

"Fuck winters."

Cursing in a low voice, he unlocks his phone and hovers his thumb over a name in the contact list.

Jiminiepabo

He clicks on it and presses the phone over his right ear, hearing the dialer tune rumble on and on, until it is replaced by a sweet and honey like voice.

"Taehyungshiii...!"

Taehyung moves his phone away from his ear in reflex, hearing the honey like voice shrieking like a beast into the phone.

"What the fuck Jimin. Why are you so loud at this hour. My ear just got paralysed."

"C'mon Tae, you need a new excuse to feign your displeasure. This one's old as fuck. And did you just call me Jimin? CALL ME HYUNG YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF PIE."

Jimin hears a suppressed laughter from the other side, the one that has a deep baritone.

"Hyung and you cannot appear in same sentence silly. To be called hyung, you need to act like one."

Jimin swears he could see the smirk playing on Taehyung's lips.

He gasps into the phone, "I'm offended Tae."

"Speaking of offence, why didn't you call earlier. I thought you died on your way back home."

"Ah, unfortunately I'm alive and on my bed." He shuffles into his blanket finding a cozy posture to continue chatting comfortably.

"And here I'm freezing myself to death because your forgetful ass couldn't care less to inform me." Taehyung says, annoyed for a bit.

"Aww were you worried? I'm so sure you love me TaeTae." Jimin cooes teasingly.

"Ofcourse I love you but in ways your perverted self can never understand." He speaks nonchalantly.

"Oh c'mon. I'm blushing." Jimin giggles cutely, in an attempt to annoy the CEO a little more.

"I swear to God, Jimin, if you weren't my best friend, I would have smacked that face of yours long ago, for being such a shameless flirt."

He shakes his head dismissively, at the antics his friend pulls off every now and then.

"And I swear to Satan, Taehyungshi, if you weren't straight, you would have hopelessly fallen in love with me." Jimin speaks with confidence.

"Aaish, Shut-up. No wonder why my girlfriend gets insecure."

"Okay tell me, why did you call, seriously." Neither of them notices the quick change of atmosphere as soon as Tzuyu was mentioned.

"I was just worried. Afterall, it's because of me that you have to stay so far. So it's my responsibility." He speaks slowly.

"Hey c'mon TaeTae, don't flatter yourself. I'm living here because I want to take care of my dad's cafe. Not because your 'girlfriend' doesn't like you hanging out with me."

Although both of them know it's mostly the latter, but they don't drag it further.

"We had the same discussion for the nth time today." Taehyung sighed.

"And you still love that species."

"I really do. I don't know why she thinks all this. How do we give her the vibe of something more than friends? This gets really tiring sometimes."

Jimin as usual, is clueless about how to comfort him when the cause of discomfort is he himself.

"I- I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything. Just keep hearing..."

And with that, the deep voice of the younger keeps mumbling and baring his most darkest, stupidest and weirdest thoughts with the older one, whom he calls his best friend.

Indeed!

But he was unaware of the fact that Tzuyu was wide awake, watching his shivering silhouette outside the transparent glass door, a defeated look plastered on her beautiful face.

"For the first time, I desperately hope I'm wrong, cub!"

She flips to the other side, her back towards the door now. She checks her phone.

1:24 AM

It's been 2 hours and a half.

She closes her eyes, in hopes that the new day will bring something good to think about.
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"Jiminah, go to sleep. You sound so funny  with that groggy sleep induced voice." Taehyung chuckles deeply.

"Mhm, gunnite Taehyungshi." Jimin says adorably and immediately snores off to sleep.

"Night Chim!"

Taehyung feels a lot better after having chatted to his best friend to his heart's content. Grinning with that unique smile, he gets into the blanket, sighing in ecstasy as the warmth immediately engulfs him, relaxing his frozen limbs. He wraps one around Tzuyu, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck and drifts off to sleep, the smile never faltering.

When she's sure he slept, Tzuyu slowly turns her head to glance at his beloved's face.

I'm happy that you are happy. But that smile isn't because of me.

She pecks lightly at the tip of his nose, smiling sadly, and drifts off to sleep.

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Getting into the elevator, Taehyung presses the number eight. It's the head office of his company, reserved only for the bosses and VIP conferences. The floors below being dedicated to the rest of the workforce.

"Goodmorning Mr. Kim!"

"Morning Darla. Is Mr. Park here yet?"

"No sir. You know his timings. He's never here before 11." She chuckles playfully, amused at how his boss never fails to ask for Mr. Park even after knowing his routine for past 6 years.

"Ofcourse."

He smiles warmly, the box shaped toothy grin wide enough to lighten up your dark future.

Mrs. Darla Simmons, Taehyung's personal secretary, follows him to his spacious off-white and silver themed cabin. He takes of his bulky Gucci jacket and Darla gladly takes it, to hang it on the side stand.

"Darla, please have a seat. The baby might get tired of all the walking around."

She blushes innocently at the concern his boss has for the employees.

"Sir, about that. I have mailed you the application for my maternity leave. I hope you won't mind functioning without me, for a short while."

Taehyung lets out a strained chuckle at the thought of working without the secretary he had been so dependent on since eternity.

Darla notices this and speaks further.

"Don't worry sir, I've found an equally efficient replacement whom I've trained myself so that he can cater to all your needs with ease. I'll mail you the resume right away."

"Yes please. I'm honestly terrified at the thought of you not being around. With Mr. Park and his antics, only you can save my sanity." He jokes.

It's only a handful of people who know about this not so cold and quiet CEO of K&J. Darla is one of them.

For the whole business world, he is known for his lack of interest in socialising. And, on his behalf, it is always Mr. Park at his rescue. From the convincing deals to ugly debates, it is all the responsibility of Mr. Park, while the numbers and files are handled by Mr. Kim.

Park Jimin is the voice to Kim Taehyung's thoughts. And the latter is the action to the former's words.

Darla chuckles, holding her pregnant belly and walks out to her desk after greeting him.

A few minutes after her departure, his MacBook lights up at the notification and he checks the mail.

It was the resume of the replacement secretary for the next three months.

"Jeon Jungkook. Age 23. Wow, he's so young." Taehyung raises his brows in amusement as he reads the resume further.

A smile appears on his lips when he is satisfied that his productivity won't falter with the lack of Darla in the upcoming months.
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"Morning beautiful!"

"Goodmorning Mr. Park! Mr. Kim asked for you." Darla speaks, with that everlasting amicable smile.

"When doesn't he ask. He's so whipped of me." Jimin winks at Darla making her giggle profusely at his words.

"Shut that mouth of yours which spouts nothing but nonsense. You are late again."

Taehyung glares at him from his cabin's door, walking menacingly at Jimin, the latter looks completely unapologetic, flashing a teasing smile.

"You. Don't even get me started. Darla, you know why was I late?"

"Why sir?" Darla asks, enjoying the scene infront of her. The two has always been like this, all goofy. And she genuinely adored their bond.

"This guy, your boss, he..." He deliberately pauses, to create a mysterious mood. The other two wait for him to continue.

"...he kept me up the whole night." Jimin acts innocent, with his face scrunched into a sad and victimized pout, as if he was forced.

Both Darla and Taehyung gasp in horror, mouth agape enough to fit a football in them.

"Jesus Christ, JIMIN GET THE FUCK LOST BEFORE I END YOUR EXISTENCE WITH MY BARE HANDS."

Taehyung charges at Jimin who runs wildly into his cabin right across the former's, locking it from inside and sticking a tongue out to declare his victory.

Taehyung shakes his head at the atrocity he calls his business partner and best friend.

"I'm so sorry Darla. This man's a huge embarassment on my whole life. A total lost case."

"No problem sir. You handle him just fine." She gives him a thumbs up before he walks back to his cabin, laughing silently at how Jimin can brighten up a place as dead and depressing as a workplace.
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The landline at Taehyung's desk rings loudly, startling him as he was buried deep into the contract he was reading currently.

"Sir, Mr. Jeon is here just as you asked for. Would you like to interview him now?"

He thinks for a while, looking around all the papers scattered across his desk. A tired sigh escapes his lips.

"Yes. Send him in."
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"Taehyungshi, I'm hungry let's go ea-"

Jimin's words stop midway in his throat as he looks at the person sitting on the chair across Taehyung's wide, glossy desk.

He's beautiful.

"Good evening Sir! I'm Jeon Jungkook. Mr. Kim's secretary."

Jungkook smiles.

And Jimin forgets everything else.

He resembles a cute rabbit with those bunny teeth upon his lower lips. His blue streaked hair is set into an innocent puff to a side. Eyes almost unnaturally circular. The doe eyed bunny. Jimin doesn't registered anything that comes out of the guy's mouth for a moment.

Taehyung finally looks at Jimin when he hears no response from the latter.

"Umm, excuse me. Sir?" Jungkook tries to bring Jimin out of whatever daydream he drifted into.

"Earth to Park Jimin. Get back here." Taehyung blurts in that deep voice, getting up from his own chair and walking towards Jimin.

"Huh? Yes. What? Yes I'm fine thankyou."

"You started doing drugs?"

"Excuse me?"

"What kind of a reaction are you giving when Mr. Jeon clearly didn't ask how are you?"

"He might as well in future." Jimin winks at Jungkook, causing the youngest to blush awkwardly.

There goes my patience.

"This is your workplace Mr. Park. Try your unprofessional hobbies outside."

"Jealous already?" Jimin wiggles his eyebrow at him.

"This is what I meant when I said you will have to deal with a clown for me, Mr. Jeon."

Jimin gapes at Taehyung with a you-did-not look swimming across his handsome features.

'Oh' is all that Jungkook could say, after witnessing a banter he never imagined he would come across, when working for the owners of the K&J.

This was not what they wrote in the magazines.

As the duo kept talking, more like arguing childishly, Jungkook slips out of the cabin quietly.

Darla gives him an acknowledging smile, knowing very well the kid just got a trailer of his working environment.

"Are they always like this?"

"Without a vacation."

"Aaish."

"It will be your task from tomorrow to keep them concentrated on the important matters at hand. They tend to get carried away when together, in a childish way ofcourse."

"I'll try my best."

"Good luck."

Jungkook leaves the premises, wondering. His eyes totally giving out the vibe of being jungshooked!

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"Goodmorning Mr. Kim!"

"Morning Mr. Jeon!"

"You can call me Jungkook, sir."

"Well, as you say. Did Mr. Park come yet?"

"I'm sorry sir but he hasn't arrived yet."

"Ofcourse." Taehyung smiles professionally at Jungkook and heads to his cabin.

A good while later, Jimin arrives looking like a mess.

"Goodmorning Mr-" Jimin tries hard to remember but his brain skips the part when this beautiful species spoke last evening.

"It's Jungkook for you sir." He smiles cutely.

He's an adorable bunny. So cute.

Jimin mentally facepalms himself for the lack of restraint.

"Sir? Sir!?"

Ah shit here we go again.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Yeah, Goodmorning to you Jungkook."

Jimin says quickly, all flustered from his zoning out in front of the youngest. And it was the second time!

"Umm, Mr. Kim was asking for you."

"Oh he loves to do that you know. He will ask you every single day. Just don't get panicked because I'm always late without a fail."

Jimin smirks at his lack of punctuality as if it were some great quality to have.

Jungkook couldn't help but giggle at the antics of his boss.

Jimin finds the sound so alluring. After staring at the laughing figure for a while, he finally thinks it's been enough creepiness for a day and heads into his partner's cabin.

"Morning morning to my beloved of the seven lives."

Taehyung rolls his eyes at the comment.

"And my morning has officially begun."

"Aaish. Don't deny the fact that you like it." Jimin sits across his desk, elbows propped on it, and chin sitting inside his palm, looking as adorable as ever.

If only he wasn't looking like a total mess with his dressing!

"What the hell happened to your tie and hair? Jeez, what were you even doing? Did you make out with someone on your way to the office?" Taehyung asks distastefully.

"How did you know?" He gasps, trying to sound as genuine as it can get.

Taehyung narrows his eyes at him, asking for further explanation.

"That cute male specimen, you've kept on display outside, was the one to have caused me this appearance." Jimin clicks his tongue proudly.

"Tch. You are impossible. Why can't your lies be a little less obscene?" He says, going back to his files, used to the older's behaviour.

"Why do you think I would lie about something like that?"

Taehyung looks up from the file to Jimin, raising an eyebrow challenging him if he was wrong.

"Yeah okay fine. I didn't do anything. I was running late and didn't get time to dress tidy." Jimin pouts, after his attempt at getting Taehyung annoyed failed miserably.

Taehyung scoffs haughtily.

"Make yourself presentable. We need to attend a meeting with the designing heads for our next digital campaign."

Jimin simply sits there, the sad pout still adoring his full lips.

"Jimin?"

"I won't."

"Oh God. Stop being a child."

Jimin's pout intensifies as he sulks more into his chair.

"Okay fine. Whatever!"

Taehyung gets up from his chair and moves across the desk to reach him. Pulling another chair beside him, he turns Jimin to face him, and pushes his chin up with his long and slender index finger slightly, so that he can reach his tie and get it straight.

Jimin blinks once, twice, thrice.

The silky and lucious, dark black mane of hair falling carelessly on the forehead. The creased lines on it due to the concentrated expression. Dark brown orbs staring right below his face. A sculpted nose. Thin but not so thin baby pink lip-

What the fuck are you looking at Park pabo Jiminie. For God's sake he's your best friend.

But he's beautiful. No doubt!

Jimin closes his slightly parted lips and averts his gaze as Taehyung stands up and combs his fingers through Jimin's hair.

After being done, he looks at the older and a smile forms at his lips, looking pleased at his work.

"You look like a human now."

Jimin returns the smile with equal genuineness, ignoring how his heart is suddenly overworking.

"I'll go get prepared for the meeting."

He takes the leave and goes to his cabin. Burying his head in his hands, he plops on the office chair, feeling all hot for some reason. And it's winter to cry out loud.

He looks across to Taehyung's office from the glassed walls. The latter is immersed in the file, a pen resting on his lips, unbothered and oblivious to a certain disturbance his 'significant other' was going through.

"The fuck is wrong with me suddenly. Wasn't I drooling over Jungkook just a while ago? Oh boy, TaeTae was totally right. I really have become a shameless flirt. Hobi water please!"

He mumbles to himself while shuffling through the files and documents scattered on his desk.

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"Where is Jimin?"

"In his office, sir."

Taehyung stops abruptly on his way to his room.

"He's here? It's only 10 yet."

"He's early today, Sir." Jungkook blushes as he reminisces the previous encounter with Jimin.

Taehyung notices the blush but doesn't question further. He turns around to head to Jimin's, brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Care to explain how come you are early?"

"Why? Shouldn't I be?" Jimin raises his brows in amusement.

Taehyung seems to be at a loss of words. Why should he ask an explanation for him being on time?

It's not like Chim is here early because of the secretary, is it? Even if he is, why should I bother? But why did Jungkook blush at Jimin's reference?

"Hello? TaeTae?" Jimin clicks his fingers in front of Taehyung's lost eyes.

"Huh. Yeah. No. This is ridiculous. I'm out." He rushes out in a hurry.

Jimin laughs heartily at his best friend's clueless demeanor.

His expression changes to a shy one as he recalls rushing to the office at 9 so that he can spend time with this bunny, without feeling guilty at the CEO's presence.

Why do I even feel guilty?

In the past one month, he's gotten really comfortable with Jungkook. They share random stories with each other when the CEO is busy in meetings and files. They eat their lunches together, when the CEO couldn't care less to eat with him because he is buried deep in the documents.

Although, the younger makes sure they have the evening coffee together before they leave for their respective homes.

Jimin even flirts out openly with Jungkook, satisfied when the youngest blushes bright red at his remarks.

Obviously when the CEO is out having a quality time with his girlfriend!

He never realised that his actions were all just fillers to the absence of Kim Taehyung. He surely believes he has developed a liking towards Jungkook, but they never went overboard with it.

The landline on his desk rings loudly, bringing him back from the memory lane.

"Yes?"

"Reach the conference hall. Now." Taehyung says in all seriousness, sounding so professional with that deep commanding voice.

It's almost hot!

"Okay!" Jimin says, nearly breathes out the word.

I might as well do something with that bunny male specimen. This tension is taking a toll on my thoughts for other people.

He grabs his coat and laptop and passes by Jungkook, giving him a flirtatious wink accompanied with a smile.

Jungkook immediately ducks his head behind the desktop screen to avoid giving out his flushed self.

"Done with the flirting? Now hurry up." Taehyung speaks as he approaches the two on his way out.

"You are so mean. I was just trying to be amicable, you anti social grasshopper." Jimin grumbles in an accusing voice.

Jungkook laughs at his words, earning a glare from Mr. Kim.

"Okay don't scare my bunny with those hypnotic eyes. Your magic doesn't work on him."

"What magic?"

"Nothing. Just know that only I can hypnotize him with my marvelous soulful glare."

"So much for not being a narcissistic flirt. Come along."

Taehyung scoffs, grabbing Jimin's wrist and pulling him along to the hall. Oblivious of the tingles that ran all the way from the older's hand to his nerves, he continues taking long strides, brows furrowed.

Can't you just stay away from that secretary?

He let go of his hands after reaching the door.

"Don't try your tricks in here. If I see you flirting once more, I'll lock you in your office along with butterflies.

Jimin gasps in horror at the thought of butterflies. He has lepidopterophobia. (Fear of butterflies)

"Jeez fine, I won't. How about the butterfly in front of me? Am I allowed to flirt with him?"

"You- Just get in already." Taehyung shakes his head in annoyance.

Nevertheless, a smile secretly creeps on his lips at the sight of Jimin's laugh, taking in how his eyes close shut due the abundance of cheeks, blinding his vision all the while, displaying the most unbeatable eye smile of the century.

"See... You... You didn't answer me... You are so... So whipped..." Jimin manages to speak amidst his giggles.
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"Thankyou for your cooperation. K&J Industries will not let you down and deliver the service with utmost priority and perfection." Mr. Park bows to the delegates, and they return the respect gladly.

After they are gone, it's only Taehyung and Jimin in the conference hall.

"Taehyungshi, how are you even going to handle this empire without me."

Jimin huffs proudly as he gets comfortable on a chair beside Taehyung, sprawling his upper half lazily on the table infront of him.

"Why without you? You are thinking to elope with my secretary?" He looks at him sharply.

"Aaish, I didn't say that. But sounds like a plan." He smirks.

"Yeah whatever. Elope and I'll first kill Jungkook for stealing my best friend, and then you, for getting stolen."

"Violent much. I like it." He says, satisfied with the reply.

"Pabo!" Taehyung shakes his head.

(Pabo is 'silly' in Korean)

"Let's go, I'm done filing everything from today. I'll complete the rest in my office." He speaks, eyes trained on the MacBook sitting across him on the table.

"Mhm." Jimin gets up to grab his own laptop.

He turns around only for his wrist to be grabbed again by the younger, yanking him right next to his form.

"What the f-"

"Sorry, you need to see this clause. It might be troublesome if we continue to trade with the RM Corporations, in long term. I honestly want to cut ties with them. What do you think?"

Jimin's face was dangerously close to Taehyung's neck. The intoxicating scent of the brunette's high-end perfume wafts through his senses, isolating him from the outside world.

He follows Taehyung's slender finger to read whatever the fuck he was pointing at, registering absolutely nothing at the moment.

Jimin's eyes flutter back to the younger's face.

Sinfully gorgeous!

Shit.

He stumbles back abruptly, forcing his wrist out of his grasp. Taehyung looks at him confused.

"What bit you suddenly?"

"T-Taehyungshi, I- I'll read the contract sometime later. I- I need to go I'm hungry."

The fuck. Lord help me, I'm not hungry for anything.

"Oh. Wait for me. I'm almost done. We'll eat together."

"NO. I- I'll eat with Jungkook. Okay bye!"

What the actual fuck!

Jimin dashes out of the office in a dazed state. Bumping into all sorts of furnitures in his way, he finally reaches his office and gulps down a glass of water urgently.

I need to get laid or some shit before I go all insane.

On the other hand, Taehyung sits there shocked at the audacity of his best friend, who just refused to eat with him.

And picked Jungkook over him!

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"Baby, I'll be there in time okay. You are absolutely an angel to my Beelzebub."

Taehyung ends the call with a loud kiss and smiles dreamily at the thought of going on a date with Tzuyu tonight.

There's a knock at the door.

"Come in."

"Sir, Mr. Park says he needs you in his cabin right now."

Jungkook hesitates for a bit, grimacing at the thought of Mr. Kim blowing up on him.

He just hates me.

He had been delivering the silly demands of Jimin to Mr. Kim past two months now. But he still feels the same fear, whenever he has to speak to him about matters that include Jimin.

"What does the pabo wants now?"

He mutters under his breath. Quiet enough for Jungkook to not hear.

"You can leave. I'll handle."

Jungkook bows and leaves. Taehyung calls on Jimin's landline.

"What made you forget that you have a landline and you didn't need to bother my secretary for such insignificant reasons?"

"I just wanted to interact with that hot male specimen you displayed."

"Stop materialising him. It's offensive."

And I don't like the idea of you and him.

"Oooh so protective. I'm gonna snatch him from you. Wait and watch!"

Taehyung laughs loudly, sound almost a deep bass.

"Yeah yeah. Snatch something from me that's not even mine. How intelligent of you Mr. Park!"

He speaks between his laughter.

"How did I not notice before, you laugh like a driller."

Taehyung stops abruptly.

"The fuck. I don't. You are just deaf."

"Became one after hearing you yell."

"Aaish. Why did you ask me to come?"

"I wanted to see you."

"You are possessed. I'm hanging up so that I can save up on my sanity as I have a date tonight."

Just as he was going to put down the receiver, he hears Jimin speak urgently.

"What?"

"What date?"

"I've a girlfriend?"

"Ofcourse. Enjoy. Pack whatever you'll eat and bring for me tomorrow."

"You are in the country's top 20 richest businessmen. Order for yourself and stop bothering me."

"Whatever you say, sweet sugar da-"

"SHUT UP AND BE PRODUCTIVE."

He could feel Jimin's eyes creased shut as he would be laughing his wits out for successfully triggering him.

Taehyung slams down the receiver and shakes his head in disbelief.
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"I'm leaving. Make sure you get home and don't die on me on the way. Okay?"

"I'm not leaving you in peace this soon. Don't worry!" Jimin gives Taehyung a haughty smirk before turning his back to him.

"So, where are you going with her tonight?"

"I don't know yet, she says she'll send me the address once I'm out."

That woman totally despises me.

The older turns around in his chair, to come face to face with a fidgety looking Taehyung.

"Don't mention me when you are with her. And for God's sake Taehyungshi, switch your damn phone off. I don't want to randomly tap on your name because I can't help it and call and disturb your date."

Jimin says with a serious yet playful demeanor.

"I will try. But when she says tell me about your day, all I have is you to tell her about. It's not my fault."

Taehyung pouts sadly.

Awwwwww

"Just try. You'll be fine. She loves you at the end of the day."

"Mhm. And just like that, you relaxed me without even me telling you that I was nervous, in the first place. I absolutely love you for this."

Taehyung gives a heart melting smile that Jimin seems to look at, too intently, as if memorising it. Not to forget, how, he almost choked on air upon hearing the confession.

And this has happened for the first time in past six years!

They have shared numerous meaningless or friendly love you's all along, but none of them had ever gotten Jimin's heart to skip a beat.

Untill now!

Platonic much huh?

"It's time. Get going you piece of pie." Jimin cheers him as his piece of pie goes, leaving behind the rare sight of a troubled Jimin.

He ponders for a while, before dismissing it and then calls Jungkook in his cabin to distract himself.
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"Do you drink?"

"Umm. Do I need to answer that?"

"I'm taking that as a yes. There's a closet in your boss's cabin on the right side. Bring a bottle of Soju from it."

(Soju, a famous Korean alcoholic beverage)

Jungkook looks at Jimin in disbelief, a horrified expression marred across his bunny face.

"Quick. Go. What are you waiting for?"

"I- Are you sure?"

"As sure as your smile."

This makes Jungkook blush profusely.

"Ah cutie c'mon."

"Y-Yes sir!" His blush deepens more as he leaves.

After grabbing the bottle and glasses, he heads back to the cabin and offers one to Jimin and serves one to himself.

After a few rounds, Jimin's speech start to slurr.

"Jungkook. Aaish. Too long. Can I call you Kookie?" Jimin giggles.

"Yes you can sir."

"Nooo. If I call you Kookie, you call me Jiminie okay?"

"Okay sir."

"Ugh why are you so obedient? You should have said something like... like... Well, fuck it. Only Taehyungshi can come up with something like that."

Jimin sulks on his couch. While Jungkook sits beside him, hearing whatever his boss was rambling.

"You know Kookie, his girlfriend hates me. Because she thinks her boyfriend will fall in love with me." Jimin laughs out loud finding this funny.

"But I know he won't." He says, rather dejected.

"Would you rather fall for me Kookie?"

"What?" Jungkook was flabbergasted at the direct approach.

Jungshooketh!

"Nevermind!" Jimin dismisses.

"I'm sorry sir."

"Hey hey you don't need to be sorry. You haven't done anything wrong."

"I know I haven't."

"So?"

"I am sorry for what I'm about to do."

Before Jimin can comprehend the sentence, he feels a small, baby soft pair of lips fall on his own, lightly. And in an instant, they are gone.

What the fuck!

Jimin glares at Jungkook, eyes wide open. The doe eyes of the latter shine a mild dirty blue, with specks of silver dancing across the canvas.

"Did you just-"

"I'm sorry." He looks down timidly.

"Why?"

"For kissing you."

"Idiot, I'm asking why did you kiss me?"

"Because, I- I like you."

"Likewise." Jimin winks at him.

Jungkook's lips form an O shape at the remark. He was still processing what was just said to him, when he is pushed down to the couch, with Jimin hovering over him menacingly.

"That is not what you call a kiss. That's a peck. This, is what you call kissing."

He descends down to the man's lips capturing them in his fuller ones. It was a sweet, sweet assualt at first but as the latter starts kissing him back, the tension in the room goes from zero to hundred real quick.

Their hands travel everywhere, while the tongues fight for dominance over the other. The youngest switches the position and now Jimin is pinned to the couch with both his arms gripped into the former's strong ones over his head. Jungkook then starts gliding down his neck planting sloppy kisses on his way, while unbuttoning Jimin's shirt with the spare hand. He groans in ecstasy as Jungkook's hand travel further down on his bare chest.

"L-L-Leave my hands."

"No." Jungkook mumbles against his collarbone.

"Why?" Jimin breathes out.

"No."

"Please."

"Beg to me."

"Kookie please I want to-"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?"

And just like that, the tension goes from hundred to infinity, for all the wrong reasons.

Chapter Text

"Tae!" "Sir!"

Both Jungkook & Jimin roll out off the couch and stand abruptly, adjusting their clothes.

Hair ruffled haphazardly, a loosened tie dangling around the neck, first few buttons of the shirt undone, cheeks flushed a bright pink and lips swollen red.

Jimin looks totally fucked.

"I- Tae it's not like what you- No. Wait..."

Why the hell am I explaining as if I cheated on him?

"I mean. We didn't intend to-"

"Mr. Jeon, I want to have a word with Mr. Park alone."

Taehyung says calmly. But the threatening undertone in his voice was very prominent.

"Yes sir." Jungkook hangs his head low and walks past the two figures quietly.

The door closes behind them.

"I-"

"You like him?"

Jimin halts in his words, wondering why is Taehyung asking such questions.

"Excuse me?"

"Look Jimin, I've known you since a very long time and not once have I seen you being involved in meaningless intimacy. Hell, I've never seen you being involved in anything other than being a narcissistic flirt, since the time we met."

Taehyung pushes his hair back harshly as if it'll provide some kind of help. But just like the frustration bouncing right back, his hair falls back to the forehead, spread over like a sexy mess.

"Did you just call me narcissistic again?" Jimin gasps dramatically, trying to ease out the situation.

"Stop being Jimin for once. Do you really like him?" He growls lowly, dangerously.

"Why are you- Yeah okay fine, I might like him a little." Jimin answers truthfully, after Taehyung glares at him.

"Oh."

"What?"

"Don't make out in my office even if you happen to like my secretary." He says sounding pissed off.

"It's my office as well." Jimin declares.

"That doesn't mean you can go around kissing people and looking like you just got fucked."

"What the hell is your problem? Weren't you kissing your girlfriend on your date a while back? You are allowed and I'm restricted. Wow!"

"I don't do all that at mine or her workplace. We have a home did you forget?"

"It's not my fault I get to be around Kookie only during the office hours, credits to your girlfriend who cannot stand a sight of me around you otherwise and thus I've to stay so far."

"Kookie?"

"I call him that. You've got a problem?"

"Jeez why are you being so hot headed? Go call him whatever you wish."

"You are being a hypocrite. It's only fair if I'm being hot headed." Jimin says nonchalantly, turning around to sit on his chair behind the desk.

Taehyung glares at him and approaches his desk.

"Although you've had your 'meal', here..."

He throws a brown parcel of food on the desk, knocking down the pen stand.

"... Eat it or throw it. I don't fucking care. And for your information, I wasn't making out on a date. She had to leave due to an emergency, so I came back."

Only to find you being kissed senseless!

"I didn't ask for an explanation."

"Now you are so whipped of that damned secretary that you wouldn't even bother listening to me. Excellent! I'm out of here. Do whatever the fuck you want to, with your Kookie ofcourse."

Taehyung storms off his cabin and gets into the elevator, pushing the ground floor button brutally.

Jungkook watches as his boss walks out, not bothering to spare a single glance at him.

Jimin looks down at the packet for a few minutes, contemplating what to do. Eventually, he picks it up and eats, a smile playfully dancing on his lips, as he recalls the information he 'supposedly' didn't ask for.
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"Why are you being so sulky? It's okay we'll go tomorrow, cub. Come here."

Taehyung whines but eventually gives up when Tzuyu extends her arms and beckons him into a hug.

"I wish you never left today." He lets out a breath.

"Cub, is something wrong?"

"No."

"Is it because we couldn't finish our date?"

"Mhm. Why? Don't you believe me?"

"No no. It's just that, you never really acted this way in the past." She speaks with concern.

"Maybe I started loving you more?" He wiggles his eyebrows funnily at her.

Tzuyu giggles at her boyfriend's attempt to flirt.

"You can never win, cub. I love you more." She gives a lil peck on his lips.

"BTW, your boyfriend's best friend might actually be in a relationship with your boyfriend's secretary. You don't have to be insecure anymore." He states as a matter of fact.

Tzuyu looks on puzzled.

"Darla ditched her husband or something?" She gasps in horror.

"Oh my god, baby, no. She's on leave. I've had a new replacement. It's been over two months." Taehyung clarifies quickly, grimacing at the thought of Jimin and Darla.

"Oh. And who is this angel in my life?" Tzuyu asks in a teasing voice.

"Jeon Jungkook."

"OoOooo sounds good. I'm happy for Jimin. He finally found someone else to try out his hobby of flirting 24/7." She laughs in a satisfied mood.

"Mhm. Baby, if we were to work together in the same office, will we also make out?"

She raises her eyebrows at this off the topic question.

"Also? Who else made out?"

"I saw Jimin and Jungkook in his cabin today, after I reached the office when you left."

There goes my satisfaction of thinking my cub was sulking because of our incomplete date.

"Well, truthfully, I definitely would love the idea of kissing you in the confined corners of an office." She winks, trying to mask the nagging feeling rising in her stomach.

This troubled expression on Taehyung's face is what she feared from the start.

"Fair enough. You are accompanying me to my office tomorrow. It's going to be an 'official' date."

He laughs at himself and she joins in the laughter, relishing in the feeling of being loved, as long as it lasts.

"Tell me something, cub. You are sure that it's platonic between you and Jimin right?"

"We. Are. Not. Having. This. Conversation. Ever. Again. Baby!"

"Answer me."

"I don't love him like I love you. And I've never been more sure about it than right now."

He yanks her close to him, ravishing her lips passionately, trying to get drunk on anything that distracts him from the scene he happened to have witnessed today.

Tzuyu melts at his touch, forgetting all the worries for the time being. Just being in love with him at the moment.

You don't love me like you love him.

Chapter Text

"Why is Tzuyu here?"

"I wanted to spend time with her."

"Do that at home. Again, why is she here?"

"Who's being hypocrite now? You can spend time with your Kookie in office and I can't. Wow!"

"Don't use my words against me Taehyungshi."

"Then stop demanding an explanation I'm not obligated to give you."

Jimin gives a frustrated look at Taehyung before turning on his heels and going back inside his office. He slams the door shut with a bang.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, to calm him down and returns back to his own cabin.

"Cub, I'm coming here after a really long time. I almost forgot where my pretty boy worked." She looks around with pride as she hears Taehyung enter the room.

"This pretty boy has pretty plans for the pretty lady infront of me." He gives her a cheeky grin.

"Oh I'm floored." She fans herself dramatically, blushing pink.

"Come here."

He grabs her into a tender hug, chin resting on her shoulder, arms wrapped around her in a protective way.

Her fragrance is flowery, and sweet.

She doesn't smell of winter and oranges!

His thoughts involuntarily go back to the time when he had pulled Jimin close in the conference hall. How the piquant wintery smell of Jimin lingered across his nose. How that warm breath on his neck, in contrast, caused a funny tickling feeling in his stomach.

He shuts his eyes to gather his wildly running thoughts and when he opens them, the scene infront of him causes his heart to break a little.

Jimin was laughing hysterically at something His Kookie had said to him. He flops on the floor holding his stomach, unable to stand from all the breathlessness.

It had always been me, to make you laugh like that!

His arms tighten around Tzuyu, as he buries his head into the crook of her neck completely, blocking out the view he no more wishes to see.
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"Kookie, since most of the work is done and Mr. Kim is busy with his personal affairs, will you accompany me to the mall? I need some stuff for my desk. It looks so dull."

I just need to get out from here. Kookie can very well help keep my mind off things.

"Sure Sir, I'll just inform Mr. Kim."

"Mhm."

Jimin waits for Jungkook to return, twirling the paper weight on his table.

"I'm sorry sir."

Jimin stops playing and looks back, brows furrowed.

"What do you mean sorry?"

"Mr. Kim wants me to edit the contract with the BigHit Inc. and submit to him before leaving. It may take a while. I'm sorry but you will have to leave alone."

Jungkook sighs, knowing very well that this was a deliberate task his boss gave him just so that he doesn't stay around Mr. Park.

Jimin scrutinizes him for a while, and then turns his gaze to the younger's office, only to find him staring at him, a challenging glint floating among his eyes.

Jimin frowns deeply before turning to Jungkook with a smile almost devilish.

"Well, fuck him!"

He grabs Jungkook's wrist and drags him along to the elevator, leaving a flabbergasted and fuming Taehyung behind.

"I'll just return in a while, you eat up okay, baby!" He gets up throwing a sunny smile at Tzuyu who was having her lunch, which was again supposed to be a lunch date. Together!

"Come back soon." She sighs.
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Taehyung calls Jimin's cell.

Switched off.

He calls Jungkook.

Switched off.

"The fucking audacity." He growls deeply.

He then calls Darla.

"Hello, Good evening sir. How have you been?" The calming voice of Mrs. Simmons seeps in.

"I've been a fucking mess Darla. When are you joining back?"

"I'm sorry sir, but I still have a few days of leave left. I cannot come to work leaving my baby."

Taehyung sighs heavily.

"I'm sorry. It's just- forget it. Congratulations on being a mum."

"Thankyou sir. That's so kind of you."

"Aaish. That's nothing. Please join soon before I murder your replacement and go behind the bars."

"Oh God. Is he not doing his job well?"

"Oh he is. A little too well." He scoffs hard.

Darla senses that this has got nothing to do with the job but a certain someone.

"Sir, how is Mr. Park doing?"

"How would I know. Ask Mr. Jeon about it. Bye!"

And the line beeps to an end.

Ofcourse. It's about Mr. Park.

Darla chuckles at the cluelessness of Mr. Kim. He's too stiff and stubborn to bend, even before his own feelings. No wonder Jeon Jungkook triggered him.
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"Oh my God, stop fucking panicking Kookie. Taehyungshi ain't gonna shred you into pieces."

It's been an hour since they left the office, but Jungkook hasn't shut up about how angry Mr. Kim will be and how he's gonna loose his job.

"Sir, Mr. Kim looked so pissed off when we left. He is possibly planning my murder right now." Jungkook let's out a scared cry.

"What is Kim? Some Satan of sorts? Stop being so scared. He ain't gonna do anything. I know him well. A few glares here and there and that's all." Jimin huffs at his knowledge about Taehyung.

"But-"

"Shut your mouth or I'll fire you before he does."

This makes Jungkook be quite immediately.

"Now follow me."

He nods before tagging along with him into the mall.

After going through a lot of decorative and stationary items, Jimin finally zeroes on an ivory pen stand.

Because that raging idiot broke the previous one.

Moving along the aisle, his eyes land on a white feathery dream catcher.

His mind goes back to the night when he forgot to call Taehyung, and the latter was clearly worried. He did share about the nightmares he had a few days back, in which Jimin gets hurt and the younger wakes up abruptly, sweating profusely.

Sweet dreams, TaeTae.

He buys the dream catcher and gets it wrapped up into a present, for the younger's upcoming birthday.

"What is this for?" Jungkook asks, eyeing the gift.

"For a clueless piece of pie." Jimin smiles, delicately caressing the purple ribbon wrapped on the box.

Chapter Text

"How dare you disregard my order and go out on a rendezvous!"

Taehyung barks thunderously at his secretary who wants nothing more but for the earth to swallow him whole, then and there.

Jimin was late, as usual, and that became a perfect opportunity for the younger to explode on 'his' Kookie to his heart's content.

"I- I'm- I'm really sorry sir. This won't be repeated ever again." Jungkook almost cries.

"Huh, don't worry. You won't be working here ever again for me to check if you repeat it or not."

"Sir please-"

"AND WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO FIRE HIM WITHOUT MY CONSENT?"

"HE IS MY SECRETARY."

"Fine. Fire him!"

What?

Both Jungkook and Taehyung watch Jimin, who has just arrived, confusion clearly dripping off their faces.

The youngest tries to speak but is cut off when Jimin starts.

"Fire him so I can hire him. As my very own personal secretary."

That totally makes sense.

"I'm not obliged to follow what you want. I'm not firing him." Taehyung looks away mumbling to himself, his voice gradually falling.

Jimin looks at Jungkook and winks. The latter simply looks at the two businessmen and their weird verbal exchange, with mouth hanging slightly open, doe eyes wide in shock from nothing in particular.

"What are you still doing here? Go make yourself productive. Leave." Taehyung screeches.

Jungkook immediately leaves the ground and runs back to his table outside.

Jimin turns around to leave as well.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Are you mad at me?" Taehyung asks timidly, trying to sound unbothered but failing whatsoever.

"Aren't you the one who is mad at me?"

"I'm not. It's you who doesn't talk to me anymore. Now, you don't even call me at night."

"You find a reason to argue whenever we talk."

"I'm..."

"I'm listening." Jimin stands closer to the younger, all his attention dedicated to him.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry as well."

Taehyung moves forward and engulfs the older in a soft hug, a sad pout adoring his lips.

Jimin too reciprocates and caresses his back, with an understanding smile.

"Why do you get so mad when Kookie is around me, TaeTae?" Jimin asks, still comfortable in the hug.

"You like him. So I hate him. As simple as that." He shrugs his shoulders, making the older chuckle at the childish logic.

"That's not how grown up men behave, Taehyungshi. Learn to share and accomodate."

"I cannot share you. Sorry!"

"OoOooo possessive much. You are definitely whip-"

Taehyung pushes him away making Jimin laugh out loud.

"You are impossible." He gasps.

And just like that, everything falls back to normal for the two best friends.

"Okay fine. Now that we are good, tell me. What about your birthday? Are we throwing a party?" Jimin asks, making himself comfortable on the couch while Taehyung moves back to his office chair behind his desk.

"I haven't thought about it yet. It's still too far."

"Oh c'mon. It's just two weeks away. And planning an event takes a lot of time."

"Okay I'll think of something. Maybe we can treat our employees for their hardwork? Afterall my birthday is happy because of them too."

"Sounds inspirational."

Taehyung looks at Jimin curiously, trying to figure out if he just appreciated him or mocked him.

"I appreciated you. Relax!"

Taehyung then smiles brightly, satisfied with the approval from his best friend.

"You are a huge baby you know that right."

Exclusive to you!

"Says the one who has those baby hands."

"Don't underestimate. Those hands can do things beyond your imagination." Jimin smirks.

"For example?" Taehyung asks, the clueless guy he is.

"Nevermind! Just go back to work already." Jimin shakes his head in disappointment.

Watching the younger actually getting back to his work, he sighs and turns to leave, the second time.

"Where are you going?"

"I work here?"

"You still like Jungkook?"

*Mental facepalm *

"Why do you ask?"

"Just- um, can you two do your affectionate gestures when I'm away?"

"And that's because?"

"I don't like to see you being comfortable with him." Taehyung says truthfully.

"Did I object when you fell in love with Tzuyu?"

"But we weren't roaming in front of your eyes for the most part of the day."

So what!?

"Fair enough. I'll try!"

"Thanks. Can I say something more?"

"Oh my God Taehyungshi, what has gotten into you? Ofcourse you can."

"I'm still more comfortable with you than Tzuyu."

Taehyung drops his head down to stare at the screen in front of him, avoiding to look at the reaction the older will give.

Jimin walks near the desk, and leans forward. Holding the younger's chin up, he gazes into his eyes so deeply that it can pass for the most romantic eye lock of the decade.

"Likewise!" He breathes.

Taehyung remains rooted at his spot, without moving an inch of his muscle. His mind doesn't register the departure of Jimin out of his cabin. The clicking of the door being shut. The ringing of his landline.

The ringing. Telephone. Oh!

He snaps out of his reverie after a good 5 minutes, and picks up the receiver.

"Yes..."

Jeez. What the hell.

He clears his throat for his voice to return back to normal.

"Yes. Okay I'll be right there."

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head furiously, to get his act together, and marches out of the office, grabbing his coat.
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"What happened?"

"I think I've gone nuts."

"I'm not shocked enough but still, care to explain."

"No. Wait. Come here. Look into my eyes."

"What?"

"Just look please."

"Okay fine. Here." Tzuyu grabs him and holds his face in her small palms.

Taehyung looks into her eyes, trying hard to look for the almost physical twinkle and stars he saw in Jimin's eyes this morning.

Those were hypnotic, beautiful, precious, almost divine.

She doesn't have it. Why?

"Tch. It's not there." He exclaims in confusion and disappointment.

"What's not there? A cataract?" Tzuyu furrows her brows in curiosity.

"Aaish. No! The stars."

"Stars? Now where did you see stars?"

"In Ji-" He stops.

She's gonna start with the soulmate shit again. And then get mad about it.

"In a Japanese drama, the female lead saw stars when her beloved looked into her eyes. I was just trying to find it in yours." He lied.

"Aww, you are such a cute cub." She giggles at her boyfriend's logics.

Your cub is in a mess due to a pabo named Jiminie.

Chapter Text

"WE ARE WHAT?"

"For the nth time, Jiminah. We are nominated for the most established young businessmen of the year."

"OH MY GOD THAT'S HUGE. Say it again."

"Stop it Mr. Park Jimin. Behave like a businessman." Taehyung giggles non stop, looking at the expression on Jimin's face, lips turned into an 'O', eyes wide open, the silky, purple hair falling gracefully at both the sides of his forehead even after all the jumping around in his office.

He looks like a complete clown.

A sexy clown!

Wait what?!?

His laughter dies down, slowly, at the thought that had just entered his head.

Jimin comes around to sit beside him on the couch, hands lazily dropped around the younger's shoulder.

He seems to be blabbering something. Taehyung tries to comprehend whatever was being said, but he zones out involuntarily. The only thing going through his mind is the movement of Jimin's lips as he speaks.

It's almost funny to watch someone speak when there's no voice reaching your ears, he thinks. His eyes concentrate on the older's lips and he let's out a chuckle.

Told you. It's funny!

"What's so funny?"

"Huh?"

"Did you even hear what I said?"

"Uh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking something."

"About what?"

About your lips to be precise but okay.

"Nothing. Yeah please continue. I'll listen now. Promise." He gives a cheeky grin and Jimin continues to blabber excitedly about what they'll wear, how they'll celebrate if they win, how they'll celebrate if they don't, and a ton of other things.

Taehyung props his elbow on the headrest of the couch and tilts his head to place it in his palm, facing directly at Jimin, with a smile full of admiration, wondering how he never noticed that Jimin's voice sounded so musical.
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"Kookie, do you know we are nominated for the-"

"Most established businessmen of the year. Yes sir, this is the fourth time you are telling me this." Jungkook chuckles shaking his head at the fluffball he calls Jiminie.

"I'm so damn excited. I hope we win it. That will be the best gift to Tae on his birthday." Jimin happily chatters.

"Mr. Kim's birthday?"

"Ofcourse. It's in the next week. 30th December."

"Shall we throw a party?"

"Well, he already has plans for that."

"But isn't he your best friend? You should make it special."

Whereas, Jimin ponders over the thought seriously.

"But I've already gotten his gift."

"C'mon sir, the whole business community is going to give him gifts. How is yours going to be special?"

Shortly after, Jungkook facepalms mentally after realising what he just said. Here he was giving such ideas when all he wanted was for them stay as far as possible.

"He, himself, is special enough for me. He doesn't need to do anything extraordinary."

Both Jimin and Jungkook turn towards the source of the voice.

Taehyung looks at Jungkook with displeasure, ignoring Jimin all the while.

Jimin nods at the oblivious younger in acknowledgement of his statement.

"Okay Kookie, I guess my moody twin flame needs some winter breeze. I'll see you later."

He dismisses Jungkook from his cabin and keenly observes as Taehyung's expression return back to the normal one.

He despises Jungkook the way his girlfriend despises me. Hilarious!

"So, what brings you here?"

"Nothing."

"You just wanted him out of my sight. Admit it already." Jimin laughs as he states the obvious.

"You wish." He scoffs.

"By the way, Tzuyu says, she needs me by evening, on my birthday. So we need to arrange the corporate party in the morning hours."

Jimin stops laughing immediately, memories going back to the time when Taehyung had confessed to him about his love for Tzuyu.

It was all normal. Two friends discussing about one's love life and encouraging and advising them.

He had been emotionally unaffected by Taehyung's relationship with Tzuyu since forever. Hell, it's Tzuyu who was always troubled by his cozy relationship with her boyfriend, which was quite funny.

Thinking about it now, damn that pricks all of a sudden.

"Earth to Park Jimin. I didn't ask you to plan it out right away."

"Yup. Uh sorry. So what you mean is, you won't be celebrating with me now? Jiminie is sad." He pouts dramatically.

"Aaish. C'mon. It's always you who has the right to wish me the first. We will celebrate it like old times, in the office. Don't be a drama queen." He rolls his eyes.

"Yay!" Jimin does a small fist bump in the air.

Cute.

Taehyung's stomach grumbles lowly.

"Ah that Kookie of yours makes me forget everything. I came here to grab you on my way to have lunch. Let's go."

He grabs Jimin's wrist, pulling him out of his office chair and dragging along.

"You need to stop grabbing my wrist all of a sudden when you walk. I almost loose my breath trying to catch up with your dinosaur steps."

Jimin says, almost panting with the little running he did.

"Aaish. You are so small Jiminie pabo. Not my fault that you can't keep up with my steps." Taehyung gives him a judgy look.

"I'M NOT SMALL. And for the records, I'm older. I'm your Hyung. Respect me you piece of pie."

"Hyung? Jimin? Pabo!"

Satisfied with the response he gave, Taehyung smirks, walking into the canteen to grab their food while Jimin looks on in disbelief, offended top to bottom.
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"I'm not eating." Jimin pouts.

"Oh God. Not again."

Taehyung extends a spoonful of rice to Jimin's lips.

"Sorry."

Jimin shakes his head in a no.

"I'm sorry Jimin."

No.

"I'm sorry Chim."

Nope.

"I'm sorry Hyung."

Aniyo.

"The fuck you want me to call you now."

Jimin's pout deepens with his lower lip protruding out in a careless yet cute manner.

"Saranghae Jiminah!" Taehyung says, voice as soft as a cloud.

This time, Jimin looks up at him, mouth agape in astonishment.

"Ah. Here you go." Taehyung fills Jimin's open mouth with the spoonful of rice that he had been holding for quite a while.

"IghfshHatefgsffYoughfgsForhshskssjg haah the rice is hot." Jimin speaks in foos and faas with the rice still filling his mouth.

"Stop speaking. That's gross. Close your mouth and eat." He chuckles at the sight of Jimin who's cheeks are puffed out adorably, an annoyed tinge of red still sitting on his nose.

This guy's cuteness will be the death of me one day.

Just then, Jimin's phone rings.

"I'll see. You finish that bowl quick."

"Mhm." Jimin hums obeying the younger, still wandering in the replay of Taehyung's words and voice from before.

Kookie

Taehyung declines the call without a second thought, unaware of the fact that he was caught in the act by the caller himself, who was standing on the door of the canteen, clutching his phone menacingly.

Chapter Text

"Mr. Park, I need to talk to you about something."

"Yeah Kookie, go ahead. I'm listening."

"Sir, we never talked about what happened that day, in your office."

Jimin raises his head which was previously buried in the papers below.

"What about that? Look, I'm sorry about the kiss. I guess we were both drunk and got a bit carried away."

"Sir, I was serious when I said I like you."

Jimin sighs.

"I know."

"So? You aren't going to say anything more? You said you like me too." Jungkook says rather agressively.

"Kookie, I really like you. Your smile, your doe eyes, your dedication to work, and your obedience. But-"

"You need to give yourself a chance to love someone else, other than Mr. Kim."

Jimin gasps in horror at Jungkook.

"The fuck. I don't love him. I mean ofcourse I do. But not like how you think. Oh my God, you all have gone nuts." Jimin speaks quickly, dismissing any misconception that the youngest may have formed.

"I agree sir. But even if it's a friendly love, you are hopelessly involved in it, shutting yourself out for the world around you."

Jimin peers in front of him, at no one in particular.

Jungkook continues.

"Even Mr. Kim found his soulmate. It's about time you move forward to finding one for yourself. Atleast give others the chance to get to know you."

"But what if-"

"No buts and ifs and what ifs. You have to do this for yourself. I'm sure that if you discussed this with Mr. Kim, he'll agree as well."

He will rip our heads apart if I tell him I'm gonna start this with you.

"Fine. I'll think about it. Just give me a little time."

Jungkook smiles reassuringly at Jimin.
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"I've got the perfect surprise for your birthday, cub. I cannot wait to share it with you."

"Just spill it already, baby. You know your stomach hurts when you keep secrets." He laughs.

"Aaish. Shut up. Wait for seven more days."

"Speaking of seven days, you know we have to go to the award ceremony the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Ofcourse. That's a very important day for my pretty boy, I can never forget."

"So, what have you planned to wear?"

"OoOooo interested are we! Anyways, I'm planning to wear royal blue dress. Subtle yet chic. Whatsay?"

"Cool, I'll color co-ordinate with you in a dark blue suit." He says excited.

"OMG totally. This is going to be awesome." Tzuyu squeals in joy.

"Also, what gift I'm entitled to receive if I happen to win the award?" He wiggles her eyebrows enquiring her.

"Hmm let me think. How about a PS5 date with your best friend?"

"Oh My God, are you serious baby?" Taehyung's eyes brighten up suddenly, sheer joy dripping right across them.

"Mhm. You can call him here." She says, not so interested.

"You won't be mad right?"

"I won't be mad." She pecks him on his lips.

"You are the best girlfriend one could ever have. I love you so much baby."

I feel like an asian mom who just accepted her son's secret love marriage.

She couldn't help but laugh sarcastically at the irony of the situation.
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"Hello Kookie?"

"Yes sir."

"You need to take Jiminie seriously. Call me that outside office hours."

"Okay si- Jiminie." Jungkook grins at the sound of it.

"Aaish. That's bare cute."

"So what have you decided?"

"I really would want to move forward and give a chance to others. But I still have my doubts about certain things. I hope you don't mind if I take a bit more of time." Jimin sighs.

He really needed more time to figure out if this is what he actually wants. And he didn't feel that, keeping someone on hold without intimation, sounds very gentleman like. So, he shared his decision with Kookie.

"I understand sir. Tch. Jiminie. You can take all your time. Just know that I'm always waiting at the other end."

"Thanks Kookie. This is why I like you more. You make things sound so unproblematic, it's almost witchcraft."

"You mean magical right?"

"Ofcourse ofcourse." Jimin laughs at his attempt to annoy Kookie, only to receive a deadass reply.

"I'll call you later okay. Take care Kookiedoe."

"Bye Jiminie."

I love you!

Jungkook smiles, looking at his lockscreen wallpaper, who is none other than Park Jimin.

The tenure of his job is about to end in less than a month. And he still hasn't got Jimin to reciprocate his feelings. Ever since he saw him in the office, Jungkook wanted Jimin. He couldn't get him out of his thoughts, they floated into his head 24/7.

Jimin flirting with him at times didn't help any better. His soft purple mane of carelessly dangling hair always tempted him to run his fingers through them. His fuller than full lips tempted him to ravish them untill the eternity. His small yet well built frame tempted him to do things so sinful until the older forgets the existence of his TaeTae.

Jungkook had never felt such strong desires before and it was driving him crazy with every day that passed without Jimin and him being together in ways he wanted.

The one time he had kissed Jimin, if not for the interruption, he sure would have claimed the older then and there dominantly. But alas!

He is so sure he loves Jimin, and he wants him so bad that he can go to any lengths to have him for himself. And now that he had been patient enough, it was about time he took some drastic measures.

He dials the number of a person in his contact list.

Chou Tzuyu

"Hello!"

"Hello Ms. Chou. Just as you had asked, I've done the arrangements for Mr. Kim's evening birthday party. The invites will be sent tomorrow."

"Thanks Mr. Jeon. When Darla recommended you, I was sure you'll be of utmost help. Once again thanks a lot. Uh, and make sure, Mr. Park attends." Her voice sounds dubious over the phone.

A smirk forms on Jungkook's lips as if foreboding something.

"Rest assured Ms. Chou."

"Goodbye. And thankyou for this marvelous idea. I'm sure it'll make me feel better. And I hope it'll get you what you want."

"It will. Goodnight."

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The alarm was blaring incessantly beside Jimin's table, whereas, he cuddles the blanket even more cozily, giving up on his career, life and Kim.

Kim. Tae. Shit.

His eyes snap open with the realisation that today is the day for the award ceremony. He groans, almost giving up again but then the boxy radiant smile of Taehyung floats into his vision and a smile involuntarily forms on his lips.

Morning TaeTae! I wish I could see your pretty face everyday when I woke up.

He groans in his sleepy throaty morning voice, moving and stretching on the bed.

He has really come to doubt his feelings ever since Kookie had asked him to move forward. The strong reluctance he has, to give someone else the importance he has reserved for his TaeTae, makes him almost afraid.

This doesn't make any sense at all!

Finally, convincing himself that it was a stupid conversation to have this early in the morning with his paralyzed brain, he gets down from his bed to freshen up.

After a long hot shower, getting dressed up, having eaten the breakfast, he checks the time.

10:50 AM

"Perfect." He exclaims funnily.

It's engraved in his routine to always be late no matter what. And just like him, it's engraved in Taehyung's routine to throw a sarcastic remark everytime he's late.

And Jimin lives for it!

Drawing out a brown slender box from the drawer, he slides it into his coat, and leaves in his car, driving to the place that completes his day. Whether happy or sad, the office is the most cherished place for Jimin. He gets to be with his most cherished person, his best friend. Fight him. Love him. Adore him. Annoy him.

It's always him and I'm starting to feel like a buffoon. God help me!
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"Goodmorning sir."

"Morning. Is Mr. Park here?"

"No sir."

Taehyung doesn't spare another glance at Jungkook and proceeds to his office, satisfied with the reply the youngest gave.

After an hour, he finds a familiar figure barge into his office like a tornado.

"The audacity with which you enter into my office without even a knock, it's almost offending and absolutely discourteous."

"Aaish. You are used to it. Why formulate new sentences with extraordinary vocabulary everyday when you know it's never gonna change." Jimin shrugs nonchalantly, enjoying the younger's rant.

Taehyung sighs heavily, shaking his head in dismissal.

"Brat. Okay so you are coming to the ceremony alone?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Taehyung sulks at the fact that he cannot accompany Jimin because the two cherished people in his life don't get along.

"I'm sorry."

"Hey c'mon. I've got a partner tho." Jimin says, carefully observing Taehyung.

Taehyung's brows perk up at this information, eyes demanding him to continue.

"Kookie will come with me."

Jimin feels weirdly satisfied when a deep scowl appears on the younger.

"Mhm. Keep your behaviours in check when in public." He says bitterly.

"Don't worry Taehyunshi. I promise I'll be on my best behaviour." He speaks with an innocent smile as if he doesn't know how the mention of Jungkook triggers Taehyung.

"Now get lost to your office. I've work to do."

And just like that, Taehyung's mood changes into a genuinely annoyed one.

Jimin laughs at the tantrums of the younger.

"I'm not even going to ask what's so funny!" He huffs with a pout.

"Okay relax, I'm not going with Kookie. I've some business with the cafe so I'll tend to it and reach the venue directly." He finally speaks with seriousness.

"Okay. You really can go with Kookie, I honestly don't mind."

"Yes I can totally see that." Jimin rolls his eyes.

"On a serious note, go back to your desk. I've had a pile of documents to go through, so I split it. The other half is with you. We need to complete it before evening."

Jimin nods and was about to leave the office when he remembers something from the morning.

"Umm, Taehyungshi. I've something for you."

"Yeah what is it?"

Jimin slides the box out of his pocket and places in on Taehyung's desk.

"Open it."

The younger eyes the box for a few seconds and then finally opens it to find a glazing, silky deep red tie with his initials KT engraved on it in a beautiful calligraphy with golden threads.

He watches it in awe for a good few minutes before turning to Jimin.

"This is so beautiful Jiminah. Thank-you." He says, ever so softly, and that mixed with his deep baritone voice sounds utterly hypnotizing.

Jimin was about to be lost in the voice but comes back to his senses immediately.

This is not the time, silly.

"I would love it if you wear this for the function today." He says expectantly.

"I will. Rest assured." He gives him an assuring boxy grin.

"I'll get going then."

"Mhm."
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"Cub, the red tie isn't going well with the blue suit. Just wear some other tie for God's sake." She whines, irritated from her boyfriend's stubborn attitude.

"No, I'll change the suit to some other colour instead. But I won't change the tie." He remains adamant.

"What has gotten into you? What is so special about this goddam tie?"

"I don't know anything. I'm not changing it, that's all."

"You said you'll co-ordinate with me."

"I still am. But I'm not compromising with the tie."

"Do whatever you wish. I'm not doing this anymore." She huffs angrily and leaves into the walk-in closet to get dressed.

Taehyung sighs.

I'm sorry but it's special.

A few seconds later, Tzuyu pops her head out of the closet, not wanting to upset him on this special day.

"Go change into a black suit. The tie will compliment it better."

Taehyung squeals in joy and rushes to hug her.

She laughs as his fingers tickle her half naked form.

"Jeez, cub. Get out. Let me get dressed, or we'll be late." She manages to speak between her giggles.

He gives her a quick peck and rushes out to shuffle from his suits to find something suitable.

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"Hello sir!"

"Yes Kookie!"

"I- I need a favour. It's okay if you can't. Really."

"Just spill it already Kookiedoe."

"Can you, like, pick me up from the office. I really wanted to be with you in the function. But I was given some work to finish-"

Absolutely a piece of pie you are, TaeTae.

Jimin thinks, mentally laughing at the deliberate attempts of the younger to keep him at a mile's distance from his secretary.

"Okay cut the extra info. Be ready by eight o'clock." He cuts him off his conversation mid way without overthinking about the favour and continues to shuffle through his dresses to grab his hands on something that can be perfect for the occasion.

"Thankyou sir."

"Jiminie it is!"

"Yes Ji-Jiminie!"

Just as he cuts the call, his eyes land on a black blazer with dark red lapels. Finding it elegant enough, he picks it up and pairs it with a crisp white shirt, black trousers and a shiny black necktie.
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Tzuyu and Taehyung enter the banquet hall hand in hand. Everyone around them flocks in their direction to have a conversation with the emerging star of the business world.

"Mr. Kim, congratulations for your achievement. Your hardwork really paid off."

"Congratulations Mr. Kim for the nominations. I hope you win the award."

"Ms. Chou, how do you feel on your significant other's success?"

"Both of you make a power couple. An inspiriring example of standing by their partner at all times."

Numerous compliments and questions that sound more or less the same, are bombarded towards the couple.

And they happily answer all of them. Taehyung is elated at all the attention but due to his not so social skills, he is laid back behind Tzuyu as she answers on behalf of him.

Just then, the attention turns toward the entrance once again and crowd as well as the couple turn around to see Park Jimin enter the hall.

With Jeon Jungkook? What the fuck!

Taehyung's once happy eyes immediately turn into a deadly scowl as he follows the movement of the pair in front of his vision.

Tzuyu looks at Jimin and then at Taehyung, noticing the look on his face.

You are totally jealous, pretty boy!

Similar questions are thrown to Jimin and he answers everything smoothly, while Jungkook stands beside, looking at him like a proud boyfriend.

"Mr. Park, is this your boyfriend?"

"Are you two in a relationship?"

"You both will make a good pair."

If one could kill from a glare, the whole community standing in front of Park Jimin would be dead in a hearbeat. Why?

Kim Taehyung was giving deathly glares to whoever associated Jimin and Jungkook in any way. He wished nothing more than to drag Jungkook away and parcel him somewhere unknown so that he could never return.

"No no. Don't get the wrong idea. He's Mr. Kim's secretary and a good friend of mine. I just happened to have tagged him along because, well, it's always better to have someone beside you at such special occasions."

Good friend! YOU DARE COME TO ME PARK JIMIN AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW GOOD OF A FRIEND 'I' AM NOW.

Taehyung's thoughts were as non-violent as a raging battlefield. His best friend says he's grateful for that three months old friend to stand by his side.

Fucking crap!

He knows at the back of his mind that he's overreacting. That, he has no right to be mad at Jimin because he himself chose to tag Tzuyu along. That, he didn't even try to convince her so that he can bring Jimin along with him. That, he still has no clue why he gets so mad at the sight of those two together.

But fuck it. I'm mad and that's about it.

Jimin's words flow out smooth, silencing the questions about his relationship status immediately.

The crowd slowly dismisses from his surroundings as more and more prominent figures pour into the hall. He leads Kookie towards the table, eyes searching everywhere to spot Taehyung.

As soon as his line of  sight connects with the aforementioned male, he immediately regrets his decision of  entering the hall with Jungkook.

I should have asked him to come in a little later.

His eyes wander to the figure standing beside him, Tzuyu. She looks at him with an expression that doesn't pass for hate, but doesn't pass for like either.

With slow steps, he reaches Taehyung and initiates to hug him as a gesture they had always maintained. The latter immediately backs away and extends his hand instead, for a handshake.

Tzuyu was well acquainted with the two best friends and their little rituals. The hug was one of them and she had never once seen any of the two to have avoided it.

She can clearly testify it because she had been embarassed by their overt display of affection even in the most inappropriate set-ups and had thrown a tantrum back at home. But to her dismay, nothing ever came out of it, and her fit was ignored royally.

What suddenly changed so drastically?

Jimin looks at him shocked out of wits. He didn't expect such a strong reaction from the younger.

Didn't he say he won't mind if I bring Kookie and be on my best behaviour?

Nevertheless, Jimin shakes hand with Taehyung without saying anything. He nods in acknowledgement at Tzuyu and the pair part ways to sit on their separate table for two. He was in no way going to conversate with a  Taehyung that is radiating pure unadulterated satanic vibes.

"Are you okay?"

"What will happen to me? I'm completely fine." Taehyung snaps at Tzuyu and glares hard on the stage.

She sighs at the moody mess of a human that she calls her cub.

On the other hand, Jimin glances at Taehyung across his table only to find him ignoring his existence completely. Not even once does his eyes move to have a look at Jimin.

"Totally ridiculous!" Jimin mumbles to himself.

"Did you say something?"

"No."

He averts his eyes to the stage after having enough of the ignorance from the younger.

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"When is this going to finish? I'm bored and tired already." Taehyung says irritated.

"Soon, cub. Just hold on." Tzuyu places her hand on his, trying to keep him from exploding.

She knows how sensitive he is about things pertaining to his 'best friend'. And now that there is an intruder to their 'friendship', it was more than normal for him to act like a wounded tiger.

"I really need to go-"

"Sush, stop. They are announcing for your category."

Taehyung couldn't care less about whatever was being spoken on stage. His concentration was totally spent on avoiding to look at Jimin who was sitting right across him on the side.

"... And the award for the Most Established Young Businessmen of the year goes to..."

All three of them listen with utmost anticipation.

"... Well, it's shared between two gentlemen. Mr. Kim Taehyung and Mr. Park Jimin, the owners of K&J Industries."

The hall erupts with a boisterous sound of claps, almost deafening.

Taehyung gets up as Tzuyu engulfs him in a bone crushing hug, her happiness radiating physically.

Jimin too gets up to leave when he finds himself oddly stuffed in someone's arms. He glances at Jungkook, who is currently clung to him, practically trapping his arms and body into his own.

He turns his head to look at Taehyung, and as expected, the younger was boring holes into his and the youngest's form.

He grins awkwardly, and shakes Jungkook off his body.

"Let me go Kookie, you are embarassing me." He whispers slowly in his ears.

"I'm just happy for you Jiminie."

Jimin nods and proceeds towards the stage, watching each and every step that Taehyung took. It looked as if he was trying so hard to stop the inner beast to unleash right then and there and devour Jimin lethally.

He inaudibly gulps in nervousness.

The two reach the stage and are handed the awards that they take gracefully. The mic controller asks them to share a few words about their journey to the success that they have achieved till now.

Jimin extends his hand to take the mic because he knows Taehyung isn't much of a speaker at such occasions. It has always been his responsibility since the start.

But life's all about chances!

Taehyung extends his hand to take the mic and grabs it before Jimin could. Clearing his throat, he starts.

"Good evening everyone!"

The hall becomes quiet in an instant as the dominating and powerful aura of the man's voice sweeps over the crowd down below. Jimin too is spellbound, even from the mere greeting!

"I'm grateful to the jury members to have chosen us for this prestigious award. The journey to this success was surely not a path of roses, it had various bumps and troughs. When the industry was in its baby years, non of us thought we would make it this big. But with Mr. Park Jimin beside me, it was all worth it."

Jimin's eyes flutter to Taehyung's instantly, looking at him in awe and surprise.

"He had been the most important person behind the success of our company, of me. In the losses, his words and actions comforted our employees. In the profits, his pure adoration appreciated them. In stress, his little efforts cheered all of us up, and in celebrations, his presence made it all the more memorable."

The crowd heard the man speak with so much dedication for the other. They were in awe would be an understatement.

"And amidst all what he did for the workers and the people associated with us, he took the extra effort to stand by my side forever. Whatever I lacked, he would make it up for me. Whenever I panicked, he would do everything in his power to calm me down. Now that I think of it, I've really been a pain in his... Well never mind."

The crowd giggles at the obvious statement, along with Jimin, who shakes his head at the younger's words.

"I do feel a little embarassed to know that it has always been me at the receiving end. But I'm grateful. Really..."

His voice is devoid of any resentment or insecurities. It's solely admiration at its purest!

"I've dragged the speech long enough already so let me just wind it up by saying, Thank you Mr. Park for everything..." Taehyung turns to look  at Jimin, with tender eyes, in absolutely contrast to the glare he had casted just minutes ago.

"... And I promise to stand beside you too, in all your joys and sorrows. You don't need to find another partner. I'm one, fine, capable species for you." He chuckles moving his eyes from Jimin to the audience. His gaze locks with Jungkook and a sly taunting smirk appears on his lips.

Everyone laughs at the intended humour of Mr. Kim.

But Jimin knows what he actually intended.

As well as Jungkook!

Tzuyu's eyes look slightly blurred. There are tears swimming lazily. And not the happy tears. Her cub just indirectly confessed to the whole world that Park Jimin belongs to him and only him. She wasn't dumb enough to think that by partner, Taehyung meant only business partner. Although he wouldn't accept it if she stated to him the obvious otherwise.

Funny how we thought we were gonna colour co-ordinate. Look at you two!

Indeed, Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin look impeccably handsome and well co-ordinated in their outfits.

The younger was wearing a black suit, which had a thin line of silver running down its collar, along with a white shirt and the red tie that he recieved as the gift in the morning. Whereas the older had doned a black suit with red lapels, a black tie and white button up shirt. They had plain black trousers and dress shoes to complete the look.

Tzuyu doesn't really want to think but a thought nevertheless enters her mind that if she wasn't in love with Taehyung, she would have totally shipped him with Jimin.

But not now. This is not the time to fangirl. She loves her boyfriend enough to hold him back for only and only herself.

And she is going to do just that!

Just two more days and she will make it sure that Taehyung never leaves her. Not for Jimin, not for anyone else. She has known Taehyung long enough to know when his feelings are genuine and when not, even if the latter denies with all sincerity.

If she gives up on him, she's sure, one day he'll realise that Jimin means a lot more than just best friend to him.

But if she has even a tiny hope, why not hold on to it.

The more stubborn her cub is in denying the feeling, the better it will be for her. The longer they can be together. The easier it will be to justify her obsession!

Chapter Text

Jungkook sat among the audience watching the duo exchange handshakes and pleasantries with the people on stage. He was happy for Jimin, but he wasn't happy with Jimin. The older had those heart eyes fixated on the younger since the end of his speech.

What even was so divine with that boring speech!

He had long ago noticed how the duo had dressed, themed red and black. They looked so right together. And to say he hated the sight, was a bare truth. Add to that, the not so subtle devilish smirk of Taehyung aggravated him to no end. His train of thoughts are halted when Jimin approaches him with a grin so wide, it shut his eyes almost completely into a crescent moon shape.

"Congratulations Jiminie." He beams.

"Thankyou so much Kookie. I'm so ecstatic. Did you hear the speech of TaeTae? Ofcourse you did. It was so touching. I absolutely melted. He..."

Jimin keeps on rambling about how delighted he was from the younger's words spoken up on the stage. And with every word, Jungkook's determination to make him forget Taehyung gets stronger.

"You spoke well, cub."

"Thankyou so much baby. I was jittering all along. Damn. How does he even speak in public everytime. I can never." Taehyung says, realising how easy Jimin made it for him to forget his weak points.

"The ceremony is about to end. You want to stay for the party?" Tzuyu asks carefully.

Taehyung then remembers that he was supposed to be mad at Jimin. But he wasn't, anymore.

He looks around to spot Jimin, who was already looking at him with an appreciating gaze and... A smirk?

"I think I'll survive the party." He glances at Tzuyu before grabbing the glass of water on the table, downing everything in one go.
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The party was rather quiet than the banquet hall. People were whispering softly, with various classy and colourful liquors twirling in the shiny glasses they had held gracefully in their fingers.

"This is so damn boring." Jimin mutters lowly to himself.

Jungkook had left as soon as the award ceremony was over, stating some family emergency. Jimin didn't pry further and proceeded to the down hall for a drink or two.

And here he is, looking lost in this huge sophisticated crowd.

Damn, I can't even flirt with these species. They look so... Straight!

Jimin grumbles some more before heading to the empty lawn outside the hall. Since everyone was enjoying the warmth inside, it was fairly unpopulated on the outside, a splitting winter breeze blowing softly.

Jimin had also spotted Taehyung on the far end of the hall, conversing subtly with someone from their community. He wanted to go to him. But he knew better. It was unnecessary. His TaeTae was now comfortable on being on his own. He didn't need Jimin to assist him every now and then.

Maybe now he needed the younger to assist him!

"I promise to stand beside you in all your joys and sorrows."

Jimin smiles, reiterating those words a numerous times in his head.

As if on cue, a hand taps on his shoulder rather roughly, breaking his beautiful trance. He was about to snap at whoever was trying to disturb his me time when he comes across a familiar face.

A beautiful face!

"If I weren't the good and non violent guy as I am, I would have punched the living daylights out of your face." Taehyung says faking an angry tone.

"You and good? Golden lettered jokes of the century."

The younger scoffs.
 
"Speaking of golden, my choice is so good." He smirks proudly.

"What choice?"

"The necktie stands out with your attire. You look good. Totally can pass to be on the cover page of Vogue." Jimin checks him out from top to bottom.

Indeed. Crafted so leisurely, it's breathtaking.

Taehyung fights a smile that was itching to break onto his lips. He was still mad!

"Thankyou and Shut-up. Where is your 'good friend' whom you accompanied to 'stand beside you'?" He asks, voice as bitter and sarcastic as venom.

And I was right! He totally was taunting me for Kookie when he said I don't need to find another partner.

An involuntary chuckle escapes Jimin's lips as he thinks about the speech.

"Again, what's so funny? I didn't crack a joke."

"You sure did."

"Huh?"

"Well, Kookie left. You are busy. And I'm bored."

"You deserve it."

"Excuse me?"

"You said you won't come here with Jungkook."

"It wasn't planned. He wanted to come with me, I just obliged."

"You could have said no."

"But why? What is wrong with him coming here with me?"

Exactly. What the fuck is wrong with you Kim Taehyung!

Taehyung takes a deep breath, trying to think of a reasonable answer. He can't just say he cannot stand the sight of him and Kookie together. PDA or no PDA!

"I- I don't know. I just don't like him, I guess." He says, trying to make sense.

"That's not enough reason to scare me off with that death glare you gave back then. I almost thought you were going to stab me or something if I reached anywhere near you." Jimin whines faking a horrified expression.

"YOU CALLED HIM YOUR GOOD FRIEND FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

"So? What did you expect me to say, that he's my prospective to-be boyfriend?"

"What?"

"Forget it." Jimin ran his fingers through his purple hair, suddenly feeling hot from frustration.

"You are actually going to ask him out?" Taehyung asks, his voice gradually falling low.

"Not yet. But I think it's high time I start dating. I cannot be single forever right? Having someone to love and care for you is always good, I'm sure you agree." Jimin says as a matter of fact.

Taehyung incontinently finds himself unable to speak. He wants to say something. Anything. But there's this lump in his throat that appeared out of nowhere and now it hurts to speak.

"You agree right?"

"Uh. Yeah."

"Why are you looking so pale? What happened?"

"I'm- I'm just cold. I'll go back inside. See you around later."

"Wait, Tae. What happened?" Jimin tries to stop him but he doesn't listen and dashes inside, fumbling in his steps.

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"Speak."

"Why aren't you in the office?"

"Didn't feel like coming."

"Get your lazy ass down here right now or I'm gonna break into your house and kiss you in front your girlfriend. And I'm not even lying." Jimin was blabbering nonsense.

He was supposed to be celebrating Taehyung's birthday in the office tonight and the latter decides to call it a day off. And now he was furious.

"My girlfriend is gonna rip your heart out and smack it right onto that lips of yours."

"That's gross Tae. Stop watching those stupid documentaries." Jimin grimaces at the scene he just imagined.

"It's my eyes, I'll watch whatever I wish."

"It's my best friend, I'll demand whatever I wish. Now get the fuck here."

"No." Taehyung deadpans him on the call.

"Fucking fine. I'm raiding your house tonight." Jimin's voice is laced with menacing determination causing the younger to choose his actions carefully.

"No wait. I'll come. Wait for me. Promise you won't come home."

"That's like my TaeTae. Promise. Come soon. I'm waiting."

And the line disconnects.

Taehyung sighs, still in his bed, while his girlfriend has already left for her studio.

An evil smirk grows on his lips as a plan enters his head to cause some nuisance to Jimin.

For giving me a sleepless night of overthinking!

"You will wait for me? Let's see how long will you!" And with that, he goes back to being cozy in his blanket and dozing off to sleep, not before switching his phone off.
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"That fucking piece of pie has switched off his phone and no one's picking the landline." Jimin growls in his office, his patience on the edge.

He really wanted to be with Taehyung when bringing in his birthday. They always did it together.

"Sir, what happened?" A panicked Jungkook enters the office after hearing a loud bang on the table.

"Nothing much. Your boss is insane, and is driving me insane with him as well."

"He'll come around sir. It's just a birthday. You can wish him on phone."

"What kind of a male specimen are you exactly? Didn't you say I need to make his birthday special because he's my best friend?" Jimin looks at the youngest in disbelief.

"Oh. Sorry. Yeah I did. I thought Mr. Kim said-"

"Yeah I know what he said. But that doesn't mean I will be okay with me not being around him tonight. It's our... Nothing. Nevermind!"

Jungkook goes to Jimin to offer him a few words and gestures of comfort. Or rather, just an excuse to be near him.

Jimin is too smart for his liking and thus his efforts to squeeze himself around him unreasonably seemed to always fail. And thus, he always looked forward to such opportunities.

Keeping his palm over the older's on the table, he sits across and speaks.

"Don't worry sir. He might just be busy with Ms. Chou. He'll eventually come around."

I wish he doesn't!

"Well, that's really not helping Kookie. I think you should leave. It's past your working hours too."

"It's okay Jiminie. I think I can give you company till Mr. Kim comes." He squeezes the older's palm warmly.

Much to Jimin's displeasure!

He dismisses Jungkook who was reluctant to leave at first, but eventually comes around when Jimin glares at him with annoyance.

Why is this male specimen suddenly so clingy?

After everyone was out and the building was almost empty, Jimin huffs loudly, dialling Taehyung's cell once more.

Switched off

"When I said I'll wait, I'll wait. Let's see when you finally get reminded about me."

Jimin keeps his head down on the desk, exhausted from all the stressing.  From the corner of his eyes, he glances at an average sized box wrapped in a glossy white gift wrap, a purple ribbon wound elegantly around it.

"Don't forget me TaeTae." He breathes, before sleep engulfs him into darkness.
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11:40 PM

Jimin wakes up with a jolt, almost terrified that he missed his best friend's birthday. He scrambles through his desk with blurry eyes for his phone to check the time.

He lets out a relieved sigh after realising there's still 20 minutes to go.

He really forgot didn't he?

Jimin dials again.

Switched off

He doesn't realise that a single drop of tear has rolled down his right cheek. He wipes it angrily with the back of his hand.

"Fuck you!"

"Hey, don't you dare curse while bringing in my birthday." A voice jolts him out of his chair.

He looks up and forward to find Taehyung standing at the glassdoor frame, hands buried in the pocket of his black wide leg trousers. He was wearing a loose fit grey t-shirt tucked in the pants.

He was leaning on the door to his right side, looking as handsome as ever.

Jimin didn't know how overwhelmed he was feeling untill he rushes to Taehyung, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug, literally!

Taehyung gets disoriented with the sudden impact and stumbles back, securing Jimin by his waist to prevent falling, causing an inexpressible jolt of shiver run down the older's spine.

Fortunately, he was able to balance him as well as Jimin and they stand wrapped around each other for a few good minutes.

"I hate you."

Taehyung hears Jimin sniff beside his ear, his voice coming out trembled.

"I love you too." He smiles.

"Shut up. I totally, completely, irrevocably hate you. You ungrateful, nauseous and disgusting piece of pie."

"Jeez. That's too many adjectives." He chuckles at the older, hugging him more cozily.

"I thought you- you won't come." Jimin let's out a sad muffled sob.

This alarms Taehyung and he holds the older away from his neck, to make him look at himself.

"Hey Chim, look here. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm really sorry." He feels terrible seeing his Chim in tears.

Instead of getting calm, more fresh tears roll down Jimin's cheeks flawlessly.

"Hey hey hey. Stop. Don't cry please. I-"

Taehyung buries the older into his chest softly once again, hand soothing his back in slight motion. Due to his small form and height, Jimin fits perfectly into the protective cocoon of the younger.

The god-knows-what flavour of perfume from Taehyung fills Jimin's senses, calming him down from the emotional over sensitivity.

Taehyung sighs sadly and places his chin on the older's head, closing his eyes and holding him close, as if it will help him absorb the smaller's worries and hurt.

It feels good!

Chapter Text

When he planned to make Jimin wait, he didn't mean to drag it so far. But one thing lead to another and he got caught up with the arrangements for tomorrow, the thought of Jimin slipping from his mind completely.

Untill he opened his closet and found the red tie sitting graciously among its other peers, looking as royal and beautiful as ever.

He then drove his car at a lunatic speed, rushing through the traffic and emptying all the curses on the way in order to prevent himself from breaking the traffic rules.

And he was finally here. With Jimin, who is now all red with thin streaks of tear dried on his cheeks.

And to be honest, it's heartbreaking!

"Please forgive me, Jiminah. I promise I won't pull off such stunts ever again. And look, it's going to be 12 soon." Taehyung tries to sound excited amidst his guilt so that Jimin atleast gives up his puffy sad look.

"Go celebrate it yourself. I can't care less about your birthday anymore." Jimin moves away from his hold to sit on the couch with a cute angry pout adoring his lips.

"Fine, I'll celebrate it myself."

Taehyung grins and goes to the mini fridge at the corner of the room, to pull out a delicious looking strawberry cake, with seven candles arranged meticulously on it.

Jimin follows his actions but keeps quiet.

"Here. Do you have a lighter or something?"

"You are hot enough, try burning them with that useless trait of yours." Jimin says, sarcasm dripping thick like honey from his mouth.

"Oh hush. You are making me blush with all those adjectives." Taehyung fans himself funnily.

"So much for calling me a narcissistic flirt."

"No doubts on that!"

"Second drawer on the right."

"Right back at ya, Your Highness!"

Just when Taehyung turns around to grab the lighter, Jimin lets out a silent chuckle at the younger's antics. He then regains his angry posture almost immediately.

"All set. We still have two minutes. Are you gonna be angry like that even now?" Taehyung asks with a helpless expression.

"You called it upon yourself."

"How do I make it up?"

"Set yourself on fire."

"I'm already this hot, if you need a barbecue, all you have to do is ask."

"Pabo!"

"Looks like we reversed roles. It's always you making stupid jokes and me calling you pabo." Taehyung giggles deeply at the thought.

"My jokes are super sexy. It's you who are stupid enough to call them stupid."

"That's not called sexy, that's called perverted."

"Same thing." Jimin gives him a mischievous smirk.

"You are impossible." Taehyung gasps at Jimin, but is relieved that the older isn't pouty and angry anymore.

"Okay stop talking. Close your eyes. It's almost here. Make a wish!" Jimin scrambles up from his place to scoot closer to Taehyung and the cake, looking excited all of a sudden. He lights up the candles with his little hands.

"Mhm." And the younger obeys gladly, observing how ethereal Jimin looked in the candle light.

Flawless!

Just as the clock strikes 12, Taehyung blows the candles, breaking from the trance he was in as Jimin starts singing the birthday song for him and  claps all the while.

Cutting a piece of cake, Taehyung extends his hand to feed Jimin, to which he happily obliges.

"Now feed me." Taehyung asks excited.

"You've got two hands with those long fingers, eat up yourselves."

"Seriously?! You were all excited and shit for like, what, a second ago!?"

"Changed my mood."

"Feed."

"No."

"Please."

"Nope."

"Jiminah."

"Naw."

"Chim."

Just as he was about to blurt another version of no, he feels a rather dry and thin pair of lips pressed against his once teary cheeks.

And before he can process it, they are gone.

"That's your return gift. Now feed me." Taehyung flashes his radiant boxy grin innocently at Jimin who was zoned out enough to not hear anything.

"Jiminah c'mon."

"You- you kissed me."

"On the cheeks!"

"But you said you hate such-"

"I might have changed a rule or two!" He winks playfully at Jimin whose mouth was wide open at the person sitting infront of him.

"You- wait. Did get into an accident while coming here?"

"Excuse me? What? No!"

"So? What happened to you?"

"I cannot kiss my friend on his cheek?"

"Ofcourse you can. It's just-"

"God! Chim, stop over-analyzing. I felt like it. I did it. Please don't make me feel embarassed about it now." Taehyung whines.

Jimin just lets out a soft, low ok and extends his hand to feed Taehyung.

He was suddenly feeling so hot and flustered. But he let the feeling slide for now and concentrated on the current scenario.

"I've a gift for you TaeTae."

Taehyung squeals in excitement and follows Jimin to the desk. Sitting on the office chair, he peels off the wrapper while Jimin stands beside him eyeing the aforementioned male intently.

"It's a dreamcatcher." Taehyung breathes out softly, caressing the white and feathery object.

"Since I cannot be there to chase away your nightmares, I guess this will do the job." Jimin smiles at him tenderly.

"You remembered?"

"Everything about you!"

"Thankyou!"

Taehyung wraps his hand around Jimin's waist nuzzling his face into his stomach.

"Aaish. Tae move away it's tickling." Jimin lets out a laugh.

Paying no attention, he keeps nuzzling and Jimin bursts out in a loud roar of laughter, trying to keep himself steady on his legs.

"T-Ta-Tae sto- stopp... I'm breathless."

"Say you aren't angry any more."

"Oh God no. I'm not ang- Tae no stop." Taehyung giggles happily as the older lies flat on the desk laughing and heaving. When he makes no attempt to stop, Jimin furiously taps his hand over the younger to let him go from the merciless attack.

"Okay I'll have pity on you." He gives in, looking at a devastated Jimin sprawled on the desk.

"Th-Thanks. Oh gosh I'm exhausted."

The younger leaves him to catch his breath and goes back to devouring the cake sitting idly on the coffee table.

You make me so vulnerable to all the emotions TaeTae. I'm afraid.

Jimin gets up from the desk adjusting his shirt which was now dangling out, his hair sticking out in all directions, face flushed red and tears of joy glistening at the side of his eyes.

"Wow, you look like you just got fucked senseless." Taehyung says in gibberish, his mouth stuffed with a huge piece of cake.

"Shut-up!"

Chapter Text

"Baby I'm back."

"Looks like it. Can we cut the cake now?" Tzuyu narrows her eyes to look at her boyfriend.

"Hey c'mon it's my birthday, don't be angry. God, why is everyone getting angry on me today."

"You used my gift to you for winning the award in exchange for letting you go to Jimin to celebrate your birthday. You are one hell of a businessman Kim Taehyung!" She scoffs.

"I wonder why I was awarded." He says faking a clueless expression on him.

"Yeah yeah. Now come here pretty boy." She gives in to the puppy eyes of her cub with a giggle.

He hugs her fondly, feeling happier than normal due to some unknown reasons.

Tzuyu and Taehyung then cut the cake and feed each other. They share a mandatory kiss before heading to bed to sleep.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day!
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"Goodmorning sir. And happy birthday!" Jungkook greets him with that adorable bunny smile which Taehyung particularly despises.

"Thankyou. Is Mr. Park here?"

"Yes sir. In his office."

"Mhm."

As if on cue, Jimin emerges from his office, holding a pile of boxes as high as himself.

"Wow what the hell is going on Jimin?"

"Oh, Hi Taehyungshi. Happy Birthday! Uh, I'll be right back. I gotta keep these in the hall for the guests." Jimin says struggling with the boxes.

"And may I know why are YOU doing this? Where are the other employees?"

"Actually, since it is a morning event, everyone just got here and it became a chaos. I didn't want them to ruin the return gifts of the guests. So I took the responsibility."

"Mr. Jeon, help him with the stuff and report to me when everything is done."

"Yes sir."

Jungkook grabs all the boxes and leaves immediately.

Jimin lets out a breather but his breath seems to have gotten stuck when he catches Taehyung glaring at him.

"What now?"

"Why didn't you ask him to do it? He literally was just sitting idle here when I came inside."

"Hold your horses TaeTae, he was writing the personalised thank-you letters. Stop targetting that male specimen." Jimin laughs.

"Yeah whatever!"

"Okay we'll commence the event in an hour. Get ready and be social. I'll be around if you need anything."

"Why will you be around? Why not with me? You know I am bad at making conversations."

"But you did just fine at the award night, didn't you?"

"And why do you think I ditched that oh so warm hall, only to freeze myself to hypothermia beside you in the lawn?"

"Oh!" This was the only coherent reply that Jimin's mind formed at the moment.

"Stay. Okay?"

"Okay."

Taehyung walks back to his cabin, leaving behind, a lost Jimin.

You are messing with me real bad.

Just then, Jungkook's voice rings in his ear, bringing him back to earth.

"Mr. Park, you are needed in the hall. Please come."

"I'll be right there."

He proceeds to the elevator, but not before turning to glance at the younger who is behind his desk, surrounded by all kinds and colours of bouquets.

You are the most exotic flower among all those.

Jimin smiles softly and walks away to wherever he was supposed to be.
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The party winds up smoothly, with no mad Taehyung, owing to no sight of Jimin and Kookie together. Jimin remains stuck to Taehyung as per his wish, making subtle and professional conversations with the guests and staff to ease it for the younger.

It is now four in the evening and Taehyung is exhausted from all the socialising.

"Tell me again why I was born!" He groans, sitting on the couch in Jimin's office.

The latter chuckles.

"Don't laugh. I'm seriously so spent. I don't wanna goooo Jiminah."

"Aaish. Stop being a drama queen. If you won't go, your girlfriend will launch an anti-Jimin squad. You ditched her the other night already."

"But I don't wanna goooo." Taehyung whines like a baby.

"Cute. But get up. You need to change as well."

A knock is then heard on the door.

"Come in." Jimin says.

"Sir, this is for you." Jungkook extends his hand which held a blue envelope sealed securely.

Jimin takes it from Jungkook's hand and studies it for a while. It looks like an invitation.

"What is it Jiminah?"

"Let me open it."

After reading the contents in it, he shoots a confused look at Taehyung.

"What is it?"

"It's the invitation to the party thrown for you by Tzuyu, in the evening. I'm invited."

"SERIOUSLY? Wow. Tzuyu invited you? I'm totally going to the party now." Taehyung exclaims happily, looking immediately excited.

Jimin smiles warmly at him, but he couldn't ignore the knot that has formed suddenly in his stomach.

Why has Tzuyu invited me? Me!

Something isn't right. And Jimin can totally feel it. Or maybe he is just paranoid unreasonably.

"Maybe she finally will accept you as my non separable best friend." Taehyung laughs heartily in himself.

"Or maybe she has invited me to put an end to my existence once and for all. Who knows!" Jimin shrugs.

"Jeez. Stop it. That's horrible." Taehyung chuckles some more untill he remembers Jungkook is still in the room.

"I guess you may leave now, Mr. Jeon. Thankyou!" The younger says sharply.

"Yes sir." He leaves but not before giving a heart melting smile to Jimin, who returns it, a little absent minded.

"So Jiminah, get up. You need to get ready as well."

"Your mood changes more often than an alternating current."

"And you seem to handle it just fine. Cheer up Chim." He approaches Jimin all excited and grinning.

"If I happen to die today, it's on your girlfriend. I'm warning you."

"Okay seriously, you need to stop. She isn't that violent."

"I swear Taehyungshi, this feeling I have in my stomach is making me feel like it's my last day with you." Jimin jokes once again to earn a smack on his shoulder.

But little did the younger know that Jimin's words weren't just jokes, he was actually feeling that way ever since he laid hands on the invitation envelope.

"Let's get going then. It's all on you! Happy Birthday TaeTae." Jimin declares.

"It's all on me. Thankyou Chim!"

Chapter Text

"Uh Hi, Tzuyu."

"Hi to you too. Please make yourself comfortable." Tzuyu smiles at an awkward looking Jimin.

It is weird to meet certain people, no matter when, why and where you meet them. Jimin and her never had any heated arguments or stuff like that, but it always felt awkward when he was around her, knowing that she is Taehyung's girlfriend.

He couldn't exactly point a finger to what it was, but it was definitely an unpleasant feeling. He didn't overthink it in the past, and hoped he never will have to overthink it ever, as the feeling will eventually go away.

But standing right now, in front of her, with Taehyung's hand wrapped around her waist, he isn't sure if the feeling had ever left him in the first place.

"Hey Jiminah, look over there, she arranged all the sweet delicacies for me. You know I love sweets right? Let's go try them." Taehyung beams at the older, grabbing his wrist yet again and pulling him along, leaving behind Tzuyu.

Jimin glances back at hers.

Shouldn't she be mad or something? Why the hell is she smiling? Oh boy, I'm suddenly feeling paranoid!

However, he plays along, devouring the colourful and toothsome desserts along with Taehyung.

"Eat like a human, Taehyungshi. All the juices are dripping down your chin." Jimin shakes his head at the younger.

"I've a pass. It's my birthday." Taehyung grins.

"Aaish. Wait."

He grabs a tissue and brings it near the younger's lips and chin, to wipe the syrup off. He couldn't help but glance at the younger's lips, all moist and glazed with all the juices, and so very tempti-

STOP!

He averts his gaze to Taehyung's eyes, to keep himself from loosing his mind.

But God was it a mistake!

Jimin can swear he saw hearts in them, like actual twinkling hearts. He keeps staring at those beautiful, oh so beautiful pair of eyes. One of it resembles the softness and innocence of that of a child while the other resembles the wickedness of a devil. So lost in them, he doesn't notice that the younger was also gazing at him without blinking.

"You really have stars in your eyes." Taehyung exclaims dreamily.

Jimin comes back to his senses hearing that deep husky voice and retracts his hand from his chin instantly.

"What?"

"I said, you really have stars in your eyes." Taehyung's lips were parted a little, in amusement.

"I heard it the first time. What do you mean I've stars?"

"I tried to look for them in Tzuyu after I saw them in yours and I-"

"You did what?" Jimin gapes at the ridiculous words that tumble out of Taehyung's mouth.

"Relax, I didn't say anything troublesome. But the point is, why are there stars in your eyes?"

Same Tae same. Why are there hearts in yours?

"You're being ridiculous. There's no stars or shit in my eyes. Eat your goddam food. Don't talk or you'll spill more." Jimin scolds him like one does to a kid, steering the topic elsewhere.

Taehyung pouts but eventually complies.

The get together moves on smoothly. The younger goes back to meeting his old friends after gorging up a lot of sugars and being hyperactive.

Jimin stands in a quiet corner of the venue, holding a glass of white wine which is sparkling from the chandelier's bright light.

He silently observes Taehyung, how he bows, how he walks, how his hair flutters everytime he moves, how his hand turns into a fist out of anxiety everytime someone approaches him to talk.

These little details he always knew, existed. But he never saw them the way he is seeing it currently.

Watching him now, makes his insides float a little. And simultaneously, watching Tzuyu eyeing him suspiciously, from his peripheral vision, makes his insides churn a little.

What a mess!

Sighing, he attempts to go out to get some fresh air, when Tzuyu's sharp yet sweet voice falls on his eardrum.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen. So I promised my cub that I'll give my pretty boy the best surprise of his lifetime, on his birthday. And I think it's about time..."

She turns to her side, smiling widely at an equally excited Taehyung.

"... To finally give him what he deserves. A life full of happiness and joy with someone who loves him like nobody else!"

A chorus of happy cheers erupt quickly, drowning her last words in the chaos. Thus Jimin doesn't hear it.

As everyone surrounds them in anticipation, he too can't help but move forward, along with the crowd, to witness whatever is happening.

Tzuyu kneels in front of Taehyung, with her one knee bent down and the other propped up.

It's a proposal. That's her gift!

Jimin finds his breathing hitch in his throat in a painful constriction.

"Kim Taehyung, you've been with me through my everything and have seen me in every phase. Not once did you falter back from the responsibility of being the best boyfriend ever."

Taehyung looks on, his jaw slightly dropped. Jimin can't exactly say how the younger was reacting, although he knew for sure, from the bottom of his heart, that Taehyung was too overwhelmed with joy to react anything.

Tzuyu continues.

"It's only fair enough for me to steal you from the the rest of the world and keep the gorgeous you exclusively for myself forever. So, Mr. Kim Taehyung, will you... Will you be my husband? W- will you m-marry me?"

Taehyung gasps, both the palms pressed onto his wide open mouth, unable to digest the shock and ...?

Shouldn't I be feeling, like, overly happy? Why am I hesitant?

Involuntarily, his eyes flutter back towards the crowd, and locks with Jimin standing behind a row of people.

Why is his eyes glossy? Is he too happy for me? I guess, I am ought to be happy as well. It's just, it's so sudden.

He then moves his gaze back to Tzuyu, eyeing the shiny platinum ring with a tiny dark blue heart-shaped diamond embedded in it, that she was holding before him. The ring was beautiful would be an understatement. It looked absolutely breathtaking.

He then looks back to Jimin again, as if seeking approval from his best friend.

Jimin knows that look. Gathering every bit of sanity and strength, he gives him an unnoticeable nod, only visible to the younger.

Taehyung finally removes his hand from his mouth and grabs her to make her stand up.

"Ofcourse. I would love to be your husband for the rest of my life baby!"

Elated, she slips the ring into his fingers, and they share a kiss.

The crowd cheers loudly as the two love birds cherish the moment.

Unaware of the fact that a certain someone was long gone. Away from their happy family. Away from his best friend. Away from his TaeTae.

Away from the only person he truly loved, and it isn't platonic anymore!

Chapter Text

Crashing on his bed roughly, Jimin groans. He was at the bar a few minutes ago and now he's wasted as fuck.

"Get out of my fucking head Kim Taehyung!" He yells loudly.

Inebriated, he fishes for his phone in his pocket.

40 missed calls from TaeTae

Ignoring the notification, he slides up the contact list and scrolls through it.

Kookie

Pressing the dial button, he smacks the phone to his ears.

After a few rings, the call is connected.

"Jiminie?"

"Kookieeeee, can you come hold me pleaseeee. I feel so lonelyyyyy." Jimin stretches his words funnily.

"Are you drunk?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Please come to me Kookiedoe. Jiminie needs youuuuu!"

"Okay hold on. I'll be there in 10 minutes. Don't move around much okay?"

"Okayyyyy!" Jimin sings, not bothering to disconnect the call.

He can hear muffled voices of keys, car, traffic and horns, but he's too wasted to bother. He simply lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

This shit hurts. Why did I happen to realise it when he's committed to her so irrevocably!

But a voice speaks back from his head.

"He cannot love you Jimin. He is straight. Not bisexual. Not homosexual. Not pansexual. He loves Tzuyu. You are just his best friend, and will always be. Don't fuck it up because you fell in lo-"

"Shut up. I'm not in anything. I'm not. You get it? I'm not in love with Tae. I don't love him like that. I DON'T. I CANNOT. IT'S WRONG AT SO MANY LEVELS." Jimin's voice keeps rising as he yells in an empty room, trying to shut out the voices in his head.

"But it's true. You love him!"

"I DON'T. I don't. I-" His voice cracks as a sob escapes his quavering lips.

"I- I love my TaeTae!" He cries silently, tears flowing from his eyes without a stop.

"I love him so much. But he will never!" He breathes out the last words, full of despair.

The fact that even if there was no Tzuyu in the equation, he still can never have Taehyung to love him like he loves the younger, was making it more worse.

His sobs turn hysterical and he was starting to choke on air.

Just then, he hears his door knob click open.

"Kookie." He says slowly, still soaked in tears and hiccups.

"Oh my- what happened? What did you do to yourself? Shit. Take a deep breath..." Kookie helps him calm down and makes him sit on the bed properly.

He sure did know about what happened at the party, because afterall, it was his idea. But what he doesn't understand is what went wrong with Jimin that he is looking so devastated.

After making sure that the older is calm enough to breathe, he gives him water to drink.

"Are you better?"

"Yeah. Thankyou Kookie."

"Anytime Jiminie. Will you, I mean, do you want to share anything?"

"No. It's fine. I'm okay now. Just some old memories."

Jungkook wanted to pry further, but he doesn't feel like doing it anymore. So he smiles faintly, understanding his reluctance.

"So, do you want me to stay? Or shall I leave?"

"Stay. Please!"

Jungkook has never seen him so vulnerable and distraught. He was genuinely worried.

"Okay."

Jimin places his head in the youngest's lap, and the latter maneuvers his finger softly in those purple hair.

"Kookie, will you be my boyfriend?" His voice comes out heavier than normal.

"What?"

"Please. I promise I'll give you all my attention. I really want to give you a chance to know me and make me feel loved. It's about time I stop stalling." Jimin says in all seriousness.

Jungkook couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to hear this since forever.

"I would love to make you feel special and loved, Jiminie. I'll be your boyfriend."

Jimin smiles at Kookie, but this smile doesn't reach his eyes. Kookie was too happy to have noticed this. He leans down and gives Jimin a peck on his lips.

It doesn't feel like Taehyung's!

Jimin kisses him back violently, pouring into it all his frustration, sadness, helplessness and pain. Everything but love.

Jungkook changes his stance smoothly, going from soft pecks to urgent wet kisses. They both growl as the carnality grows incessantly.

It's Jimin who breaks the kiss, gasping for air.

"Let's just sleep. I'm tired."

"Mhm." He doesn't say anything more to ruin the moment and cuddles him on his bed, wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist, warm and cozy. He still needed to calm himself from the high he was in. Thus, he plants soft feathery kisses on the older's neck, causing him to sigh.

You are finally mine Jiminie. I'll have a lifetime to explore you the way I want. Goodnight for now!

After an few minutes, soft snores are heard from Jimin's neck, as the youngest sleeps without a care in the world.

Whereas, Jimin is far from being asleep. He faced the intensity of new found love and instant heartbreak all at once. The tears in his eyes once again refuse to stop as he recalls all their little moments from past six years.

They are just too many to let you go TaeTae.

Another silent sob hits him deep inside. He closes his eyes, letting the stream of salty liquid flow involuntarily, giving up on trying to stop them.

He doesn't know when he drifted off to sleep, but he sure did see Taehyung standing at the door of his bedroom, in his dream ofcourse, looking as beautiful as ever!
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"Why the fuck are you in my bed?"

"You called yesterday. You asked me to come. Did you forget Jiminie?" Jungkook panics.

"I did? Oh my God! Tell me I didn't say or do anything horrible to you, did I?"

"Relax, you didn't do anything. Except that we..."

"We what?"

"We kissed."

Oh.

"And..."

There's more? Please don't say it.

Jimin looks on visibly frustrated at Jungkook's suspense building.

"You asked me to be your boyfriend." Jungkook blushes reminiscing the night.

"I did what now?"

Shit.

Remind me to switch my phone off before I decide to get buzzed.

"It's okay if you don't remember. I'm not forcing you into anything." He says it in such a voice that makes Jimin go on a guilt trip almost instantly.

"I'm sorry about that Kookie. I-"

He haults in his words. He needs to move forward. The sooner, the better. And there's no better time and person than Kookie right now to help him save the last shreds of his sanity.

"I was drunk last night so my words wouldn't be fair to you. So, let me ask you now that I'm sober. Will you be my boyfriend Jeon Jungkook?" Jimin tries to be as sincere as possible, to Jungkook as well as himself.

Jungkook squeals loudly and jumps into Jimin's embrace, holding him tight and nodding furiously in the crook of his neck, making Jimin laugh from the tickling sensation.

"Yes, yes oh my god ofcourse. I love you Jiminie."

Jimin stiffens abruptly hearing that. Jungkook notices this and tries to ease it for the older.

"I mean, I like you a lot. Please don't mind the slip of tongue. We'll definitely get there someday." He mumbles, still hiding in Jimin's neck.

He relaxes visibly, wrapping his arms around the youngest loosely.

These people don't smell like Taehyung's god-knows-what perfume, and it's upsetting.

Jimin sighs deeply at his ridiculous thought. He needs to make this work with Jungkook. They break from the hug and he leaves, while Jimin goes to get ready for the office himself.

Party time's over, need to get back to the schedule now!

Beside Kim Taehyung. Lord help me!

Chapter Text

Taehyung enters the office with a sour mood. Jungkook opens his mouth to greet his boss but he walks past him, completely ignoring his existence.

Now, what is wrong him?!

Nevertheless, he blurts out the words a little loudly for Mr. Kim to hear.

"Mr. Park is in his office, sir."

"I don't fucking care."

Jungkook is taken aback at such an adverse reaction. He wasn't expecting him to have such a mood, after his girlfriend proposed him for good.

Not minding much, he continues with his work, also fretting over how his tenure in ending in fifteen days. He doesn't want to leave. Although it's a pain to be a secretary to Mr. Kim, he can bear it for the sake of Jiminie.

His Jiminie!

He smiles, moving his gaze to the other side, where Jimin's glassed office stands.

The older was furiously writing something onto his notepad, his brows furrowed aggressively. A circular-framed reading glass was sitting on his nose giving him the look of Harry Potter, but in purple hair.

He looked professionally gorgeous.

Absolutely unaware of the two pair of eyes checking him out from a distance!

One with admiration and love.

The other with a viscous glare and fury.
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"Mr. Kim, you have a meeting with the delegates of LY Industries in fifteen minutes, along with Mr. Park."

"I'll be there."

"Yes sir." Jungkook leaves quietly.

Taehyung contemplates whether to go to Jimin or not. He has always taken the older with him whenever they have a meeting together.

But he's hesitant now. Watching Jungkook and Jimin together was already a torture on him, and now that he saw them cuddling on the older's bed, he just can't get the scene out of his mind. No matter how much he tries.

There's this unexplainable throbbing in his chest, it's almost painful. He doesn't really understand it. But he's sure it is definitely because of a certain someone, and 'his certain someone'. And he's hating it.

So much so that he's way beyond angry at the older.

Deciding that it was good if he didn't go to Jimin, he stays back, waiting for the time to pass.

Whereas Jimin is restless in his office. Since the moment he has had the realisation, he hasn't laid eyes upon Taehyung. And now that they are to be in a meeting together, he has suddenly forgotten how to behave around him.

"Oh God please help this child of yours. I'm totally freaking out." He lets out an exasperated sigh.

He wants to see Taehyung so bad, at the same time, he wants to avoid him at all costs. He needs to maintain a distance. And this is testing his ability to keep himself from exploding physically.

Gross! I am never watching those morbid documentaries with you Tae.

Taking a few deep breaths, he collects his thoughts, as well as the stuff he needs to carry to the hall.

Stepping out his office, he bumps into someone roughly by the door, causing all his belongings to carelessly fall on the white tiled floor. A similar scent of the mysterious perfume invades into him, causing him to breathe deeply.

"I- I- I'm so- sorry. I will just-"

Retreating back into the office Jimin sits down immediately to collect the fallen stuff, avoiding to look at him, knowing very well whom did he bump into. To add to it, his heart is running a mile a minute just at the thought of being near him.

"For once, why can't you be punctual without me having to intervene?" Taehyung speaks from above, the door closing behind him as he follows Jimin inside.

"I was just about to leave."

"Well, looks like you were so lost in the thoughts of the night you spent with your prospective boyfriend that you forgot you have a company to take care of." He sounds bitter.

Wait what?

Jimin halts in his actions hearing Taehyung.

"What do you mean?"

Leaving everything on the floor, Jimin stands infront of him, eyes squinting.

"I mean the obvious."

"I said I was about to leave my office, how does it have anything to do with him? Why do you have to bring Kookie in this?"

"You are the one who brings him between us."

"Excuse me?"

"Were you blind or deaf to have ignored all those calls I did to you?" Taehyung takes a few steps closer, cornering the older by the wall.

"I..." And Jimin forgets what he had to speak.

Get away from me!

"Don't even try. I don't need any explanation. I've seen it enough."

"You saw what?"

"I saw YOU all cuddled up against HIM last night when I was worried sick of where did you go from the party and also isn't picking my fucking calls." He was now towering over the older dangerously, close enough that his angry hot breath fanned all over Jimin's face.

"W-wait. Hold on. How did you-"

"That's not important. You didn't say bye, you didn't pick calls, you didn't wait for me to share with you my feelings about what happened yesterday. All you could think of was getting laid with that asshole of a secretary."

"That's enough of you bullshitting, Taehyungshi. You don't dare call out on Kookie like that."

"Oh so we are on the defending stage. All for that male specimen over there."

"For the last time I'm saying this, stop accusing him because of your own damn insecurities."

"I'm not fucking insecure. You can go marry him for all I care." And that causes Jimin to snap.

He pushes the younger away harshly, before taking a deep breath and lashing out at Taehyung.

"And you can go fucking marry your girlfriend. Why are you here accusing me? For your very kind information, Kookie is now my official boyfriend and you dare not slander him in front of me Kim Taehyung." Jimin growls loudly.

"And, for the facts, if you can have a personal life with you fiancee, I can definitely get laid with my boyfriend or whomever I wish for that matter and you have no right whatsoever to question me. You are just a friend. Get that straight in your head."

He's so done with Taehyung and his tantrums. The younger acts like he owns Jimin and that has now started to get on his nerves.

And it is making me hope that you might love me someday!

Add to it the fact that he is straight!

So it is better for both of them to stop meddling in the other's life and decisions, as soon as possible.

"Ofcourse. I should have known better. Congratulations for getting yourself a boyfriend!" Taehyung lets out a sarcastic laugh, still seething in annoyance because the older had pushed him away.

He turns around and leaves, without speaking another word. Jimin sighs heavily. After calming his racing heart for a good ten minutes, he walks out towards the meeting hall.

How is he supposed to avoid Taehyung when their destination is same, afterall.
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To both of their surprise, the meeting goes by pretty well. The personal differences doesn't cause them to fuck up the professional environment. Although a thick tension was very prominent all throughout the two hours of stay.

Rushing out of the hall before he is caught around the younger alone again, Jimin finally exhales loudly, as if he was holding his breath all this while.

Why is it so hot in there?!

Jimin had been observing, more like glaring Taehyung continuously for those hours, except for when he himself was on the podium to speak. He usually observed him everytime, out of admiration for the younger.

But it was different today. He was in love and the guy he loved and had just fought with was right in front of him, being as dominating as ever with his smooth deep voice and immaculate personality. Yes Jimin was angry. But that didn't help his case. Instead, he was just tempted to act rashly and blame it all on the rage.

Taehyung's hands were flailing as he spoke animatedly. His expressions were devoid of any strong emotion. Purely professional. The tie was a little loose around his collar, and the button wasn't fastened, giving Jimin a sneak peek of that sculpted neck.

Jimin's thoughts were going in all directions, not to mention, the very very inappropriate ones.

For God's sake I've a boyfriend and he has a fiancee. I'm absolutely going to hell for this!

He leaves for his cabin dragging his feet lazily, still lost in the thoughts of his TaeTae. Or maybe, Kim Taehyung!

Chapter Text

"Jiminie, would you like to go on a dinner date with me?" Jungkook asks gleefully, sitting beside Jimin on the couch in his office.

"Today?"

"Yes. It's been a week now since we are together and we have barely even talked. Also, tomorrow is off. And only a few days are left of me working here, as well. Mrs. Simmons will take over the position after that." He says sadly.

"Oh."

"What oh? Will you go?"

"I... Um, okay. You decide the place. I'll just freshen up and be right back."

Jimin goes inside the attached washroom, leaning tiredly on the sink. Him and Taehyung had been ignoring each other since past one week, after the argument. And now he's exhausted by the amount of strength it takes to not snap back to being the way he was, around Taehyung before.

Plus, he has also started feeling guilty about using Jungkook as a distraction from the younger. He is trying really hard to be sincere to the him. But time and again, the thoughts of a certain Kim creeps in, disrupting his determination. It is so wrong of him. But he can't help it. He is unable to.

Splashing a handful of water on his face, he dabs the tissue carelessly to dry it up, and leaves.

"Let's go!" He says with a smile, determined to make things work between him and Jungkook anyhow.

The youngest jumps up to hold his hand and leads him out to the parking.
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"ARE YOU FUCKING OUT OF YOUR GODDAM SENSES JEON JUNGKOOK."

In the past one hour, the world seems to have flipped upside down for Jungkook.

Flashback to the time when he and Jimin had reached the restaurant. Jungkook had asked him to order something, but the latter was zoned out, so he decided to do the needful. But due to his lack of knowledge about the older, he ended up ordering black seaweed salad.

And Jimin is strongly allergic to seaweed!

He was rushed to the hospital immediately as he was loosing his breath at a rapid speed. The hospital informed Taehyung because he was the closest and the only person remotely near to what can be called Jimin's family, after his father.

"I..I'm so...sorry s..sir I... I didn't kno...know Jim...Jiminie is al...allergic t..."

"SHUT UP. WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT OTHERS, YOU DON'T TAKE THEM OUT ON STUPID DINNERS AND THEN FEED THEM POISON." Taehyung snarls loudly standing right in the middle of the aisle at the third floor.

Jungkook shakes visibly, both from shock and fear. His face is tear stricken and he doesn't know what to do anymore. His Jiminie is lying on a hospital bed, unconscious, with oxygen mask and various liquid filled tubes running into his body.

He feels terrible. He didn't expect his date to go so horribly wrong. And with Kim Taehyung barking thunderously at him, it is not helping at all.

"Mr. Kim, keep your voice under control, this isn't your house. It's a hospital with several other patients. Stop with your unruly behaviour or I'll have to report. Stay calm for atleast the sake of Mr. Park." A nurse who just came out of Jimin's room, speaks defiantly.

Taehyung immediately shuts up at the mention of Jimin, eyes still murdering Jungkook with its stare while the latter sobs standing at one corner.

Walking near the little circular window of the room Jimin is kept in, Taehyung watches the smaller lying lifeless, chest rising and falling at a very slow rate.

"I told you I'll be right beside you. Why did you have to seek others?!" A small tear escapes his eyes as he tries to keep himself from crying out loud.

Before all this happened, Taehyung was sitting on his bed, staring at the dreamcatcher hanging on the wall right in front of his eyes. Tzuyu was cooking something delicious in the kitchen, he could smell it. But his appetite was nowhere near to appreciating whatever it was.

He had planned to sort everything out with Jimin. He couldn't bear the distance they had created between themselves in the past week, and to think it was because of Jeon Jungkook, he had all the more reasons to make it up with Jimin. Maybe. Just maybe, he was ready to accept the fact that Jungkook and Jimin are together and he had no reason to be hurt or mad if they got physical.

But as he had proceeded to walk into the older's office, he had seen Jungkook sitting beside Jimin, his fingers entwined with that of the older. He was speaking something, Taehyung couldn't hear, but Jimin was smiling genuinely at him in response.

The sight was beautiful, if only the person beside Jungkook wasn't his Chim!

Or, if the person beside Jimin was me!

Deciding that he still can't tolerate the sight of the two together, he had dropped the idea of talking. He had walked back to his office, grabbing the car keys and driving off to his home, absent minded.

And it was then, when he was sitting in his bedroom, that his phone rang, and he felt like his heart would stop beating from the news he had just heard.

He had rushed out of his house, tripping almost thrice on the stairs, and reached here only to find out it was Jungkook to have caused him this disaster.

"You said you wanted to be cared and loved. He cannot take care of you like I do, Jiminah. He cannot love you like I lo-" He stops speaking further.

He cannot love you like I love my best friend.

It sounds shallow and devoid of the feelings he actually wants to convey. This isn't complete. It doesn't feel like it.

Shortly after, he feels a hand on his shoulder, and the sweet smell of flowers.

Tzuyu!

He turns around and hugs her immediately, letting out small sobs and cries muffled in the hairs sitting at her nape.

"Shhh. Cub, he's going to be okay. Don't cry." Tzuyu tries to comfort him, her eyes teary from seeing her cub so distraught.

"Why is he so careless?" Taehyung cries helplessly.

"It's okay cub. He's out of danger now. No need to worry. Relax. For Jimin, keep yourself together."

Tzuyu notices how Taehyung's breathing returns to normal, as she mentions Jimin.

He holds so much power over you , cub!

A tear trickles down her eyes. Not for Jimin. Not for Taehyung. But for herself.

What a mess she has called upon herself by proposing a man who claims to be in love with her but is devoted sacredly towards the person he calls his best friend.

But she cannot help it. It is impossible for her to let go of him. She has been under therapy so that her obsession doesn't harm him or herself, ofcourse oblivious to Taehyung. But Jimin is pushing all her buttons to snap back to being the aggressive dominant girlfriend from her past relationships.

She has tried so hard to be the type of girl that passes Taehyung's vibe check. She has gone to unimaginable lengths to get him. That's a story for another time, but right now, she cannot afford to loose him.

And so she had been trying hard to accept the said duo's relationship as that of friends, minus the times she acted out of line by accusing Taehyung.

But her cub is doing no good in convincing her of that fact. And that hurts.

But what's love if it doesn't hurt! Irrespective of whether it's toxic or not.

She will love him even if it hurts her. She will want him even he doesn't. And she'll have him, even if the price costs her a life.

Things I do and enjoy for you Kim Taehyung!

She laughs mentally, the sound of which is sadistic.

Chapter Text

"I'm not letting him go with Jungkook."

"For God's sake, cub, he's his boyfriend. Let him just take Jimin back home."

"Baby, I know you are right. But I don't trust him with Jimin anymore. I'll take him back and that's final." Taehyung holds Jimin's wrist, while the latter gapes at him, sitting on the hospital bed with his legs dangling down.

"I promise I'll take care good care of him Mr. Kim." Jungkook whines.

"No. You don't get to have a choice anymore Jeon Jungkook."

"Cub, stop being so stubborn." Tzuyu speaks, voice laced with irritation.

"Why are you two so against of me taking Jimin back home? It's not like I'll elope with him somewhere. Stop being so heartless." Taehyung says, adamant to not let go of Jimin.

"Jiminah, you tell. Do you want me to come?"

"It's okay Tae. Kookie will be enough. Don't be so stubborn. Just go back home with Tzuyu." What else can Jimin say.

"Well then, fuck you!"

Jimin sighs, worried that he upset him again.

But to his surprise, he finds himself being dragged out of the room softly and in a slow pace, Taehyung's hand still wrapped around his wrist firmly.

He looks back at the two figures standing in the room, mouth agape at the audacity of the younger.

Turning his head back at front, he sees Taehyung, his black hair bouncing gracefully at the back of his neck.

"What the hell?"

"I disregard whatever you said inside. I'm taking you and that's it."

"Tzuyu will be mad. And Kookie-"

"I'll handle Tzuyu. And your Kookie can fuck off."

"Watch your tongue. He's my boyf-"

"Boyfriend who nearly killed you! One more word out of your stupid mouth and I'm gonna..." Taehyung doesn't say further.

Jimin ogles at him with a questioning look, his little orbs shining from the ceiling lights.

"Nothing! Don't talk much. You are still weak." He continues to walk, making sure his strides are small so that Jimin doesn't exhaust himself keeping up with him. He doesn't want to hear him brag about that male specimen again.

The older simply hums and follows the younger, his eyes trained at thr spot where Taehyung was holding him.

Back in the room, Jungkook is visibly frustrated and angry.

"Why is your soon to be husband so damn interested in my boyfriend even now?!" He growls lowly.

"And why can't you grow a pair and keep your boyfriend to yourself? Look, I know you are stressed about Jimin but you dare not spout nonsense for Taehyung."

"As if it's not obvious enough!"

"What's obvious enough?"

"Let's not get started about it right now. I need to catch up with Jiminie."

He leaves with a huff, taking long strides out of the room. Tzuyu looks on at the door, bewildered at what just happened.
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"Mr. Kim, open the door. I know you are inside."

Silence.

"Mr. Kim?" Jungkook knocks again.

Silence.

"Goddamit, Jiminie open the door!"

He can hear some shuffling of footsteps, a distant voice of Jimin, and... A slap?

"Jesus Christ, what were you doing taking so long? And what..." He trails off when he spots Mr. Kim sprawled on the couch haphazardly, caressing his left upper arm with his right palm.

"Sorry Kookie, I was upstairs and couldn't hear the knock in time." Jimin gives him an apologetic smile.

"Oh. It's okay Jiminie. I was just worried. Besides..." He looks, moreover glares at Taehyung, suggesting the obvious.

"He was being him and decided not to let you in." Jimin says, understanding what Jungkook meant.

"Oh."

"Come in, make yourself comfortable." Jimin goes back to sitting on the couch, beside Taehyung as usual, who is now sitting upright properly.

"Now you'll hit me for your boyfriend. How childish of you!" Taehyung speaks in a low voice, only audible to Jimin beside him.

"And it was very gentleman like of you to not open the door for my boyfriend!" Jimin scoffs.

"Whatever!"

"He took you with him so suddenly. I couldn't help but follow you all the way here. I hope you don't mind." Jungkook starts speaking.

"It's fine Kookie. I'm glad you came. Besides, I was hungry. It'll be a delight if you make me those delicious ramen that you bring for me in office."

"He brings ramen for you?" Taehyung turns to face Jimin instantly.

"Mhm."

"Since when?"

"Since you stopped barging into my office."

The younger makes an apologetic face.

"Sure Jiminie, I'll cook it for you right away." Jungkook grins happily at Jimin before getting up and heading towards the kitchen.

After he's gone, Taehyung nudges the older slightly, looking troubled.

"What?"

"Sorry."

"Make it up for me."

"How?"

"I'll ask later." Jimin grins.

Taehyung nods in affirmation, still looking troubled as before. The older wiggles his eyebrows at the younger in a questioning stare.

"Why didn't you tell me you were hungry? I would have made you something to eat."

"You can cook? Since when did you start cooking without burning down the house?" Jimin asks, faking a surprised glance.

"I- I can make coffee. I would have given you cookies and coffee."

"You'll feed that to a freshly poisoned patient?"

Taehyung scratches his nape in embarassment. Jimin laughs heartily, looking at him all flustered and clueless.

Keep smiling and laughing. It hurts to see you sad. And I'm sorry Jiminah!

After a few more minutes of arguing and debating about the younger's cooking skills, Jungkook calls out from the kitchen.

"The food is ready. Shall I bring it to you or you'll come here Jiminie?" He yells from inside.

"I'll be there. Hold on!"

"Come." Jimin asks Taehyung as he stands up to go to the table.

"You can go. I don't want to sit with him."

"Stop fussing. Aren't you here to take care of me? Do as I say."

"No. I'm tolerating him enough already. Please go have your ramen, Jimin."

The older knows Taehyung's love for ramen. He really wants him to eat, because he knows very well, since the time he was in hospital, he hadn't had a single meal and it's almost 24 hours now.

"Make it up for the sorry now. C'mon."

Taehyung looks at him dumbfounded.

"That's blackmail." He whines.

"That's whitemail. Now shush."

Jimin gives a victorious smile as he successfully drags Taehyung to the dining table. The delicious smell of ramen lingers on their noses, causing them to drool over the delicacy that sat on the table.

"Thankyou Kookie, it's looking delicious." Jimin looks at the food with heart eyes.

"Sit before it gets cold, I'll serve you."

He looks at Taehyung, hesitant to ask, but asks nevertheless.

"Mr. Kim, shall I serve you too?"

"I'll serve myself. Concentrate on him." He says coldly, grabbing a chair to sit beside him.

Jungkook shrugs and happily serves Jimin, the doe eyes twinkling as the older takes a bite of the food and moans in ecstasy.

"Don't make such disgusting noises while eating."

"C'mon Taehyungshi, this is literally the most orgasmic ramen I've ever tasted."

"Gross!"

"That's not gross. That's called food porn. A hundred times better than your murderous documentaries."

"That's stupid."

"That's sexy."

"Pabo!"

And the three continue to eat, with Taehyung making sudden sarcastic remarks on Jungkook, while Jimin comes at his defence and Jungkook looks on, feeling like a third wheel in the conversation, but surprisingly not fuming over how comfortable those two are in each other's presence.

It's seems all back to normal for Jimin and Taehyung, as if nothing on the lines of 'a nasty argument' ever happened between them.

Chapter Text

"Ask Kookie to leave."

"Why?"

"Why does he need to stay? I'm staying alright."

"Shouldn't you be the one to leave? You have a girlfriend waiting at home for God's sake."

"If she is my girlfriend, you are my best friend. I cannot leave untill you are recovered. She will understand."

"You are being ridiculous Taehyungshi."

"I'm not going and if I'm not going, he needs to go."

Jimin sighs holding his head in his hand.

It's almost night and none of the two males inside the house, except him ofcourse, are ready to leave.

Just then, Jungkook enters the hall they were sitting in.

"Jiminie, the soup is done. I'll bring it here for you, you've been moving a lot since morning."

"Hey Kookie listen. You don't have to do this. It's okay I'm fine, seriously."

"It's my responsibility to take care of you when you're sick, Jiminie!"

"Says the one who caused it in the first place!" Taehyung mumbles to himself.

Jimin nudges him hard with his elbow, earning a glare from the younger.

"Okay fine. You two, make yourself comfortable wherever you want. I'm going to my room to sleep. Do not disturb me. Okay?"

"But soup-" "But Jungkook-"

"One more word, and I'll kick both of you out." Jimin smiles over calmly.

Both Taehyung and Jungkook shut up at once, glaring at each other.

"Fine!"

"That's like my good boys. Night night!" And just like that, Jimin leaves the room giving all the space and time for the two to sort out who stays and who goes.

After a good while of awkward silence, Taehyung decides to take the matter in his hands for good. He goes to the kitchen where the youngest was putting away the soup into the refrigerator.

"You need to go."

"I'll stay." He says, without bothering to give a glance to Taehyung.

"Jeez why are you testing my patience. I said you need to go. I'm your boss."

"You aren't my boss after office hours. And this is about my boyfriend, you don't have any right to speak."

"Your boyfriend is my best friend."

"Exactly, he's just your best friend. You should be with your fiancee instead." Jungkook moves towards the hall, walking out of the conversion. But Taehyung isn't having it. He follows him with sharp clicking footsteps.

"You don't tell me where I should be."

"You seem to have forgotten. It's only right if I remind you the difference between a friend and a lover."

"Don't you dare speak to me with that audacity."

"Or else what?"

"Or else I'll finally actualise my plan of murdering you this very night."

"I'm not scared of your shallow threats."

"I'll tell you how shallow my threats are." Taehyung marches at Jungkook with an aggressive stance, a murderous glint in his eyes very prominent.

Jungkook also comes forward menacingly, ready to pick up a fight if that's what his boss wants.

"STOP IT BOTH OF YOU. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW." Jimin yells from the stairs near his door.

Taehyung and Jungkook visibly stiffen at the sound.

"Don't look at me like that. I've had enough of you two. A person is sick here and all you both can care about is who has a greater right over me. I need none of you possessive brats' care. Just get out. Out!"

This is ridiculous!

Jimin was feeling breathless again, from all the yelling.

"And also, murder each other for all I care. But do it outside my house. I don't want any mess inside."

The two aforementioned males stand there with their heads hanging low.

"Sorry!" "Sorry Jiminie!"

"No. Out. Now!"

Jimin descends the flight of stairs to stand at the main door, opening it wide for them to leave.

"I swear I won't try to kill him. I'm sorry Jiminah." Taehyung pleads.

"Especially you. Get out."

Taehyung pouts sadly, but moves out, glaring at Jungkook, who also leaves beside him.

"Thankyou!" And Jimin shuts the door with a bang on their faces.
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3:00 AM

Jimin wakes up abruptly, sweating and breathing hard. He searches for the medicine on the desk that was prescribed to him after his stay at hospital, because he was said to be suffering from these sudden bouts quite for a few days.

It was getting rather difficult to concentrate on anything because of his consciousness blacking out due to low oxygen supply. He knocks his phone down with a thud in the process.

"Concentrate on my voice. Don't panic." A deep but smooth voice floats into Jimin's ears, making him stop fretting in an instant.

He can see the silhouette of someone moving around in his unlit room, due to the moonlight flooding in from the parted curtains, but he's too exhausted to say something, still fighting to breathe normally.

"Here. Have this." A glass of water and a pill is extended towards him. Jimin hastily grabs it and thrusts it down his throat quickly.

After a few minutes, he finds his breathing slowly return to normal.

"Thank-you Tae." He finally speaks, gathering all his strength.

"Shhh, don't speak much. Sleep. I'm here!"

The silhouette makes him lie down on his back, caressing his forehead and hair tenderly. Jimin immediately slips into deep sleep, snoring softly.

I'll always be beside you Jiminah.

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Jimin wakes up rubbing his eyes profusely. It's morning and he's feeling a lot more healthier than yesterday.

Speaking of yesterday, he recalls the silhouette that helped him with the medicine and put him to sleep.

He scans the room for any sign of Taehyung, but to no luck.

But I'm sure he was here the other night.

Getting out of the bed, he lazily drags his body to the door to go fetch some water from the kitchen because the glass in his room was empty.

As soon as he opens the door, a heavy body tumbles down at his feet, lifeless.

"HOLY SHIT!" Jimin shrieks in horror, scared out of wits at scene beneath him.

"What? What happened? Are you okay? Did you die? Goddamit Jiminah what happened why are you yelling?" A sleepy Taehyung, now wide awake because of Jimin, showers him non stop questioning, still sprawled on the floor.

"Why are you at my door like that?" Jimin sits beside Taehyung cross-legged, concerned at the younger.

"I- uh, I kinda broke into your house last night."

"So it was really you." Jimin breathes out.

"What do you mean 'really'? Ofcourse it was me, who else were you expecting?"

"Shut up. I thought I dreamt it."

"Pabo!"

Jimin huffs at Taehyung as the latter gets up to sit properly in front of him.

"How did you get in?"

"I've your house's spare key."

Jimin gapes at Taehyung, shocked.

"What?"

"Mhm." Taehyung says shrugging as if it's not a big deal.

Jimin doesn't even try to ask how he laid his hands on the spare keys and why. It made no sense, but then again, this is the Kim Taehyung he was talking about.

"But that still doesn't explain why are you at my bedroom's door like that?"

"I fell asleep."

"At the door? Why? My house doesn't have a guest room or more so, a couch?"

"It's all in the hall downstairs. Not my fault that you decided to make your bedroom at the top floor."

Jimin raises his eyebrows for further explanation.

"If anything happened to you upstairs, I wouldn't have been able to hear you. That's why I sat here."

"Why didn't you simply sit inside on the sofa?"

"You were mad at me." He pouts.

Jimin stares at the brunette softly as he was trying to be considerate towards him out of the blue. It was a good feeling, the older concluded.

But, it's pointless!

Thus he decides it'll be best to dismiss the sudden mush of his feelings by joking around.

"Aww look at you, all caring and concerned about my privacy. Too cute." Jimin giggles pulling out Taehyung cheeks.

"I'm not cute. I'm hot."

"Yeah yeah! Okay I forgot I was thirsty. Let me grab some water." Jimin rolls his eyes at him and attempts to stand up to leave.

"No wait I'll bring-" Taehyung tugs at the older's wrist a little too strongly, causing Jimin to crash right over the younger's chest, both falling back to the floor due to the sudden impact, with the younger's hand wrapped around the older's waist in reflex.

Jimin looks down, and totally regrets it the next second.

His face was impossibly close to that of Taehyung's. The latter was gazing at him with eyes as wide as saucers, but Jimin doesn't hold his gaze much longer, his eyes slowly trailing down to his lips. Those slightly thin and parched yet sensually pink lips.

His mind goes blank to think of the rights and wrongs as he dips down more, the distance between their lips decreased to that of a hair strand.

"Your heart is beating too fast."

Huh?

Jimin's eyes trail back to Taehyung's eyes instantly.

"Jiminah, y-your heart i-is beating to-too f-fast." His speech comes out rather raspy and stuttered, not that he could control it anyway.

"What? How? How do you know?"

The younger brings his hand infront of Jimin, in which he was holding the older's wrist.

"Oh." Jimin yanks his hand out and scrambles up to stand afar quickly, all red and burning.

"You really need to stop grabbing my wrist." He glares at him.

Taehyung chuckles.

Jimin leaves him on the floor and rushes to the kitchen, too flushed and embarassed to confront him for now.

After he leaves, Taehyung's chuckle dies down as he places a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Same as yours, Park Jimin!
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"And he's back again." Taehyung scoffs, sitting on the couch with a frown, watching Kookie feed Jimin sitting on the dining table.

He is sure Jungkook was his murderer in the past life. Other than that, nothing explains the exponential amount of hate he feels everytime he lays his eyes on that male specimen.

"Are you done yet?" He yells from the hall.

"Five more minutes." Jungkook replies.

"I didn't ask you."

Jungkook looks at Jimin with an expression so funny, as if he was about to cry because someone stole his banana milk. Jimin laughs loudly.

"Keep quiet and wait. You signed up for this." Jimin yells, still laughing at Kookie.

"Yeah whatever."

After a few more minutes, the three prepare to leave for the hospital to get done with the routine check of Jimin.

"I'll drive. I don't trust you. And also, I'm older."

"I can drive just fine. You don't need to worry. And also, you're my boss."

"Aaah so convenient. Just last night you said I'm not your boss outside office hours. And now suddenly I'm the boss?"

Jimin facepalms in disappointment.

He was sitting on the passenger seat beside the driver's seat and now the two won't give up to sit beside him and drive.

"Kookie, you'll drive the car." He says from inside.

"But-"

"Shut-up Tae."

Taehyung pouts at Jimin and glares at Jungkook, as usual.

When he secures his seat with the seatbelts, Jimin gets off the car and drags Taehyung to the passenger side.

"Get in."

"What? No. I won't sit beside him."

"Get in or I'll call an uber and go alone."

"You- Ughh fucking fine."

Jimin smiles proudly at his work.

He then goes to sit behind them, grinning like a kid who just got his mother to agree to get him the toy car.

"Wait till I break those beautiful teeth of yours for subjecting me to the torture of sitting beside him." Taehyung says to Jimin, glaring at the youngest with gritted teeth.

Jungkook gives Jimin an offended pout from the rear view mirror, to which Jimin mouths a sorry.

"I deserve a more vocal sorry."

"Jeez Taehyungshi, what are your eyes made of? Stop stalking my every move you creepy grasshopper."

"And what are you? A poisoned butterfly?"

"Get lost!" Jimin grimaces at the thought of butterflies.

Taehyung laughs loudly watching the older's face from the mirror, satisfied with his win.

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Taehyung had been caught up with taking care of Jimin since past three days. He would come home, hear Tzuyu rant about how he's being unreasonably caring for Jimin, try to convince her that it's normal, have a bath, and rush back to Jimin. That's all was in his routine.

Until today!

Jimin had forced him to go to the office as Taehyung wasn't allowing him to attend soon after being sick and now he is alone, sitting in his cabin, contemplating his life's decisions.

Well, not exactly!

His head is buzzing like a bee with thoughts only and only of Jimin. And when he tries to stop it, his head hurts.

How am I supposed to explain this if I go see a doctor?

Taehyung was sure he loved Jimin, platonic ofcourse. He was sure about his sexuality as well. And he was definitely sure he wasn't as dumb as Jimin claimed him to be at several instances in the past.

Then why is he acting so dumb right now. His thoughts are all jumbled up since that little moment at Jimin's bedroom door.

He didn't get time to process or analyse it before, as that male specimen had barged in, interrupting his peace.

But now that he's alone, without Jimin in sight, everything is coming back to him in precise details.

How he felt tingly when his hand glided over the older's waist above his shirt.

How he felt his breath hitch in his throat when the older stared at his lips.

How he inched closer to the older's lips involuntarily.

And how he didn't push the older away even if he knew what was happening, instead, he anticipated how it would be like to kiss him.

Such unholy thoughts Kim Taehyung. So much for being straight.

"Aaaaah I'm gonna go crazy with all these stupid thoughts." He yells in frustration.

He isn't sure what is going on. He is in love with Tzuyu alright. He has promised to marry her. He has a fairly right intimate relationship with her as well.

How is Jimin coming in between all this?!

He has been friends with Jimin since so long. Never once did such thoughts erupt in his head.

Why now?

'What changed now' is the only question looming over his head along with a few others which he's obviously trying to ignore.

Does he mean more than just b-

And he is interrupted in his contemplations by the shrill sound of the landline on his desk.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Park wants to speak to the CEO of K&J Industries."

Taehyung smirks widely at the voice on the other end.

"I'm sorry to inform you gentleman, but Mr. Kim is a very busy man. He is in a very important meeting right now. You'll have to wait."

"Tell your CEO that Mr. Park doesn't like to wait."

"Says the one who is always late without a fail." Taehyung can hear the person giggling cutely at the other end.

"Aaish. Why did you ruin it? I was enjoying." Jimin complaints.

"Tit for tat. You ruined my train of thoughts."

"What train? What were you thinking about?"

"About our almost kiss!"

Jimin gasps loud enough for Taehyung to hear.

"I-I didn't mean to. It wasn't even that. I just f-fell." Jimin says nervously.

...in love with you!

"...in love with me?" Taehyung is surprised at his own audacity, suddenly feeling so confident.

"Did I say that out loud?" Jimin mumbles to himself.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. What the hell Tae! Why will I fall in love with you? I've a whole head to toe boyfriend alright. Jesus, why would you even think that?" Jimin says too quickly.

"I- Uh, I'm- I was kidding. Sorry!"

You did not just do that Kim!

He is flustered. It is so unlikely of him to behave like that, but he was suddenly tempted to mess with Jimin. And to think of it now, God, it was embarassing.

"I'm hanging up now." The older says in an exhausted tone. He doesn't want be subjected to any more meaningless joking around about his weaknesses.

"I'm sorry, Chim. I really didn't mean anything."

Exactly! You don't mean anything.

"I know. I'm not mad. Someone's at the door. I need to go. Bye!"

And the line disconnects before Taehyung can say anything more.

"I know there's no one at the door." He sighs, knowing very well that he went overboard with this one.
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"How is he here before me when clearly I left the office before him." He whines angrily to Jimin.

Jungkook smirks proudly.

"Not again TaeTae. My head is hurting so bad, I cannot deal with you two right now." Jimin groans at the increased throbbing of his head.

"What did you feed him again?"

"I did not. I just came here to check on him." Jungkook looks at Taehyung horrified.

"As if I believe you." He scoffs.

"Ouch. This shit is hurting. Goddamit Tae it's all because of you." Jimin says in an angry voice.

"What did I do?" He was visibly offended.

You fucking clueless piece of pie!

"Nothing at all. Now please both of you leave. I need to rest."

"No." "Nope!"

"..."

"Okay fine." Both of them leave reluctantly after witnessing an almost lethal glare of Jimin. When the older wants, he can readily switch from being a fluffball to a fireball.

After an hour of peace and solitude, the door knob clicks open and a pair of feet enters, maneuvering it's way to Jimin's bedroom quietly.

"Please don't sit by the door and give me a heart attack along with an already splitting headache."

Taehyung creeks open the door to peek inside.

"How did you know?" He gasps.

The scent of that ungodly perfume entered before you!

"I have my ways."

"You sure you aren't into witchcraft and stuff?"

"Shut-up." Jimin scoffs loudly.

Taehyung enters the room, closing the door behind him.

Unaware to him, Jimin's heartbeat accelerates instantly at the sight.

The younger proceeds to sit beside him, hands on his forehead, massaging it lightly.

Jimin sighs at the touch, immediately feeling his headache reduce fairly.

"Why do you always try to chase me out when you clearly need me?" Taehyung chuckles watching him relax under his hands.

Because I need you in ways you might not approve!

Jimin stays quiet.

"Try to sleep. The pain will be gone by tomorrow. I'm here."

"O-okay."

Jimin closes his eyes. This gives Taehyung the freedom to roams his eyes on every inch of his face, memorising all the details audaciously.

He has naturally puffy eyes, eyelashes long and black, casting shadows on his fluffy, handful of rosy cheeks. A cute perfect nose sits there in all its glory.

Descending below, he has those most sensually plump and pink lips. They seem to be lush and juicy moist. Maybe vanilla flavoured? Or strawberry?

Shall I taste it to confirm?

Blocking out all the rational functioning of his brain, he absentmindedly trails his fingers from the older's forehead to his lips, enjoying the buttery smooth texture beneath him.

Jimin's eyes snap open at the touch, only to witness Taehyung hovering over his face dangerously close, his eyes hooded.

"What are y-"

"Shhh!", Taehyung presses his index finger over Jimin's lips, preventing him from speaking.

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Taehyung stares at his own fingers over Jimin's lips, feeling the skin beneath.

So deliciously soft!

His eyes flutter back to the wide ones of the older.

"You are so fucking beautiful." He breathes.

Averting his attention back to a certain facial feature, he moves away his fingers dragging them lazily over the skin, causing Jimin to sigh shakily.

Jimin feels trapped.

With Taehyung's left hand dipping down heavily into the bed, beside the older's head, and his right hand caressing his face with utmost desire and devotion, he finds himself unable to function properly.

He initially thought to push him away, because he knows or rather assumes that the younger will regret it the very next second if they happen to kiss. But all these thoughts fall flat on their asses after tumbling out of the window, when those barely hydrated yet dainty pair of lips fall on his own.

Slow and sensual!

Jimin's eyes flutter close at the sweet violating sensation. Forgetting every complication they might face in the aftermath, he kisses the younger back, pouring all the love that he can't confess.

Taehyung feels like he was waiting since forever for the older to give in to his sweet assualt, and just when the older kisses him back, he goes from the soft and sweet peck to a more wet and sloppy smooch.

Gulping down the excess of saliva, the only thing that crosses his consciousness is,

You taste of blueberries!

His hands hold Jimin by his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer so that he can have enough of all the flavours the older has to offer. Jimin's hands travel back to the younger's hair, clutching him with all his might so that he doesn't get lost in all the strong emotions that are hitting him like huge sea waves.

The tingly sensation Taehyung felt everytime he was close to Jimin, it returns with a full blow, magnified to a thousand times. His head is now an empty vaccum, unable to process anything but the older's lips around his. There is a strong urge to continue it till eternity, but mortal humans need to breath.

And so, after a good while of sucking and nibbling on Jimin's luscious lips, Taehyung detaches his own, face still as close as before.

Jimin groans at the loss of the sensation. He can still feel the ragged and hot breath of the younger falling on his face, mixing with his own rapid breaths. He opens his eyes slowly to look at Taehyung who was already gazing at him with... Love?

You are officially a lost case Park Jimin!

"That felt good!" The younger rasps, sending shivers down the older unknowingly.

"But it shouldn't feel good to y-"

"Well, fuck sexuality then. I might as well be gay just for you." He smirks in a dazed state before launching another attack on the older's lips, the previous sweetness lost somewhere in between.

It is more aggressive, urgent and dominating. Jimin gasps at the sudden pressure, as the younger pushes him into the bed, his fingers entwined with the older's, keeping him from touching the one on top of him.

Jimin reciprocates with equal intensity, eliciting an erotic moan from the younger when he nips his lower lip a little too hard.

Taehyung's grip on the older's hand tightens as he leans into him completely, gliding his tongue on Jimin's now wet lips awfully slow in revenge, which stops the kiss abruptly.

Frustrated, Jimin lifts his head to reach Taehyung, but the latter backs away considerably.

"Desparate. Aren't you?" Taehyung chuckles.

"Shut-up." Jimin pouts sadly, face as red as a joker's nose.

"How's the headache?" He asks, sitting properly, his lips still stinging from the older's bite.

Seriously?

"It's..." Jimin tries to form coherent words by gathering his thoughts scattered in all directions due to what just happened.

"It's gone." He realises it with surprise.

"I knew it!"

"You knew what?"

"I had a splitting headache since the time we had that moment over there." Taehyung points at the door.

"And now it's magically gone. I prefer to think that I was craving to kiss you, that's all." He says so nonchalantly, for a second Jimin thinks it's not the Taehyung he had known all this while.

"How even are you so calm? Don't you regret it? Do you even realise what you did Tae?" Jimin gapes at him in disbelief.

And that's when it hit him.

I kissed Jimin. I kissed my best friend. I kissed a guy. I am getting married and yet I kissed someone. And I don't fucking regret it.

Jimin watches as the expression on Taehyung changes to various emotions. But there was none that showed disgust.

He's unaware of the younger's thoughts that are still caught in the moment. Taehyung is surprised at the stupid fact that how it felt so natural. As if it was the most obvious thing to happen.

"Y-you don't hate me?"

"Oh my God why will I hate you, Jiminah?"

"B-because we k-kissed and you aren't i-into men and..." Jimin trails off, as a tiny whimper leaves his throat.

"Hey don't. Please. You didn't force me into this. I willingly did what I did. Not sure why I did but stop blaming yourself." Taehyung makes him sit properly, and wipes the lone tear that had escaped his eyes. He can deal with his own confusions and questions later. Right now, Jimin needs to be comforted.

"I-i thought you'll be disgusted."

"God, no. Anything about you can never ever disgust me. I'm just- even I am thinking I should have been embarassed, but I swear to god I'm anything but embarassed or disgusted or guilty."

Jimin so strongly wanted to ask why, but he doesn't. Afraid that he wouldn't hear what he wanted to.

"I'm sorry!"

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Chim. And it should be me asking for apology. Sorry!"

"Why?"

"Afterall, I didn't even ask your consent."

"I-its okay!"

"Speaking of that, why did you kiss me back if you thought I'll be disgusted? You could have just pushed me away." Taehyung shoots him a teasing glare.

Silence.

"So you won't answer?"

Jimin shakes his head.

"Pabo!" Taehyung laughs before engulfing the tomato red, squishy human into a warm, comforting hug.

Jimin melts in the hug. This, is what he wants, what he needs, what he desires.

But...

Giving his mind a break from being a moral judge, he simply holds Taehyung close to him, relishing in the moment while it lasts.

"I think you should sleep, Jiminah. It's late!"

Jimin is reluctant to let go of him but does it anyway.

"Goodnight Tae!"

"Goodnight Chim!"

And the younger goes to sit on the wing chair by the window of the room.

He cannot just leave. Jimin still needs him. Besides, he's feeling too drugged and dazed from the moment earlier, wanting to just fall asleep and not ruin the satisfaction he feels, by overthinking.

Taking one last look at Jimin, he mouths a goodnight and smiles, before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep, obviously dreaming of a certain purple haired boy.

Jimin too closes his eyes, smiling faintly as he touches his lips with his fingers.

Both of them unaware of the fact that they completely forgot about their respective partners, lost in their own little bubble.

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If Taehyung delusionally thought kissing Jimin would put an end to his already buzzing head, Oh boy, was he wrong!

It's been two days since the incident, and he feels terrible. For many, many reasons.

Is it normal? Did I cheat on Tzuyu? Was it just a friendly kiss? Why do I want to do it again? Is it all fucking normal or am I not fucking straight?

These questions and many more are plaguing his mind ever since and he has not come up with any answers yet. Add to it the fact that neither him nor Jimin have spoken to each other about the kiss ever since he left the house next morning. Taehyung hadn't visited him and the older hadn't yet joined the office. Just the short calls.

It would be safe to assume that both are trying to skip the conversation they need to have about whatever it was that lead to what happened. But talk about communication and Taehyung is a lost case while Jimin is suddenly being an introvert.

When he said he might be gay just so that he can kiss Jimin, he wasn't serious, was he? He questions himself.

"What the fuck possessed me to do it in the first place?" He groans.

"To do what?" Tzuyu asks, as she enters the bedroom.

Taehyung sulks into his blanket even more, completely hiding from Tzuyu.

"What's up with you lately? I'm honestly starting to doubt that you are cheating on me with Jimin with the amount of time you are spending with him, skipping your office." She laughs, but her facial expression is giving out anything but laughter.

Taehyung inhales sharply.

It's not like I love Jimin like that or something. I just, he looked pretty, so I kissed him. That's it. Does it count in cheating? Should I tell her? Oh she's gonna be so mad.

Taehyung's expressions under the blanket are contorted into a sadly frustrated one.

"Cub?"

"Yeah?" His voice comes out meekly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah? Yeah ofcourse. What will happen to me?"

"Then why aren't you reacting?"

"I was just lost in thoughts."

"What thoughts are more important than your better half, huh? And, first you get out of those sheets, will you? She pulls away the blanket from over Taehyung, revealing a messy haired man curled into a ball.

Taehyung whines at the sudden loss of warmth.

"Aaish. Stop being a child. It's Sunday, let's go out." She says, excited.

"I don't wanna goooo." He pouts.

"But whyyyyyy?"

"I wanna sleeeeeep."

"Noooooo don't sleep, cub. Come with me. We'll have so much fun. Let's go to the carnival that's set on the outskirts of the city."

"That's sooo faaar baby. Your cub is tired."

"Pleaseee."

"Nooo."

"K fine. I'm going alone." Tzuyu huffs angrily and gets up to leave.

"Okay  wait. Sorry baby, don't be angry. We'll go together." He sighs, defeated and guilty.

"Yay! I love you cub." She runs and hugs him quick before darting towards their shared closet to pick out an outfit.
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"See, it was so fun."

"Yeah it was good."

"Jeez, you sound so bland. What is going to cheer you up? C'mon cub." Tzuyu sighs sadly.

It was there fifth ride in the carnival and for a person who loves roller coasters and thrilling rides, Taehyung seemed too bored. Or rather uninterested.

"I don't feel like it baby, I'm sorry. I told you I was tired." He says truthfully.

"It's fine, let's just go back." Giving up on his boyfriend's mood swings, Tzuyu walks to the exit, with Taehyung in tow.

As they walk out, he spots a familiar purple cotton candy like figure walk into the crowd holding someone's hand.

Forgetting that he's still supposed to be with Tzuyu, he walks away from her towards the familiar human.

Contemplating for a good while about whether to approach him or not, he finally let's the former option win.

"Hey Jimin!"

"Oh. Uh Hey, Tae!"

"Good evening Mr. Kim." And he's ignored, like always.

Jungkook and Jimin had just arrived at the carnival, because the youngest won't shut up about how colourful and great it is, and Jimin wanted a much needed break from Taehyung invading most of his brain cells.

Looks like life hates me when I'm trying to exist peacefully!

"What are you doing here alone?" Jimin asks out of curiosity.

Alone?

"No no. I'm here with Tzuyu. She's right over the-" As Taehyung looks around, he realises that he had lost her mid way.

A flash of hurt crosses Jimin's eyes as he hears Tzuyu's name. But he masks it quickly.

"I'll just call her later. So what brings you here? With him?" He shrugs it off and instead enquires Jimin the obvious.

"Kookie is my boyfriend? We are in a relationship? You know that, right?

Taehyung looks on quizzically as the older speaks words he definitely didn't ask for.

"Excuse me?"

"We were meaning to spend some quality time together. And clearly, you are disturbing it. Now if you don't mind..." Jimin dismisses him rudely, much to everyone's surprise.

"Aaish. I didn't mean to- Fine. Go have your quality time together. I'm out. Bye!"

If that didn't hurt Taehyung, he must be kidding.

With quick long strides, he reaches the parking to find Tzuyu beside their car standing all by herself, staring at her phone. And then he hears the ringing of his phone.

Baby

Sliding the phone back into his pocket, he walks to her and pulls her into an endearing hug, full of admiration for the girl who is soon going to be his wife.

And involuntarily trying to get over the earlier scenario.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm such a piece of shit to treat you like this. You deserve nothing but the best. And I'm definitely not one. You are too good for my ungrateful self." He rambles into her hair.

Tzuyu stands there, a little shocked at the sudden outburst of the,
not-so-vocal-about-feelings fiance of hers.

"Calm down, cub. I love you. And you make me so happy. You don't have to be sorry about anything." She tries to sooth him, caressing his back lovingly.

"But I'm nothing more than a brat of a boyfriend to be ignoring your peaceful existence for people who don't even care." He says, thinking about what Jimin said to him a while ago.

"Shhh. You are kind and helpful. There's nothing wrong with that. And what will become of me if I can't understand my pretty boy's moods and actions?" She chuckles in efforts to make him feel better.

He sighs.

"Okay let's get you home and you can cuddle all you want. Not at the parking, cub."

"No, let's go eat icecream. I want to enjoy the rest of my Sunday with you. I'm sorry baby!" He pouts childishly.

How do I get over your cuteness, cub!

She agrees in an instant, and they drive off, but definitely not before Taehyung glancing over at the entrance to find Jimin and Jungkook kissing each other.

Do whatever the hell you want Park Jimin. I'm not letting your thoughts drive me insane and guilty.

Taehyung holds Tzuyu's hand with his one hand while controlling the steering wheel from the other. He wants to forget the person he calls his best friend, for once.

Why did it hurt so much?

Not having any answer to his question yet again, he sighs, reverting his concentration on the road ahead.

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"I'm sorry Tae." Tears trickle down Jimin's puffy cheeks as he sits on his bed, surrounded by a mountain of blankets and pillows and plushies.

"I really didn't mean to be rude to you. But you messed me up so much, I can't handle it TaeTae. For God's sake I love you."

Another loud sob escapes his lips, making him shake a little. He balls his little palm and glides it across his red cheeks to wipe the tears. If anyone was to see him right now, they would melt at the sight of an adorable crying mess of a fluffball called Jimin.

"You hover around me all the time. You take care of me like I mean the world to you. You say you love me. You freaking kissed me with all the devotion that it made my heart almost explode. And then..."

He hiccups.

"And then you are Tzuyu's fiance. You visit carnivals with her. You live with her. I was okay with all of it Tae. I really was..."

Another sob.

"But I am not okay anymore. It hurts, everytime you mention her. It hurts to spot you two together. Those three days when you spent almost all your time with me, forgetting Tzuyu, I, God forgive me for sounding selfish but, I felt like the happiest person alive on the face of the earth."

Jimin grabs a glass of water and downs it in one gulp, somewhat calming his strained breathing.

"I love it when you say you want me all to yourself, dismissing Kookie. It makes my heart flutter warmly. But the very next second, the realisation that I'm living in bubble of false hopes shatters my fluttering heart."

He curls into a ball between the blankets, cuddling his huge yellow plushie that he calls chimmy, tightly. Tears keep flowing sideways from his eyes, wetting the pillows.

"I love you. I love you so much that it's starting to hurt."

Oh how much he wished he could tell this to Taehyung. But then, the fear of rejection keeps him from doing anything that can hurt him even more.

His eyes start to drop shut due to exhaustion and emotional stress. And before he knew, he is deep into the alternate universe, where his TaeTae and him are together, living happily without a care in the world.

"Please love me back like I love you, TaeTae."

These are the last words he whispers into the nothingness of his bedroom, before surrendering to his dreams.
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"Fuck!"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

"Seriously cub? Why are you cursing out of nowhere when it's nothing?"

It's morning. Tzuyu and Taehyung were having breakfast untill a stupid thought hit his head and he ends up cursing, loud enough for Tzuyu to hear.

"I swear it's nothing. Sorry!" He mumbles before gobbling up his food quickly.

She gives him a confused look, but doesn't pry further.

You need to stop thinking about your best friend in such inappropriate ways Kim delusional Taehyung!

He finishes his food and storms out of the house before Tzuyu gets suspicious of his weird behaviour.

He didn't plan on thinking anything about Jimin after last night. He was simply having his breakfast, which had blueberries.

And Jimin's lips taste like blueberries, sweet, sour and absolutely addictive!

That's exactly where his mind got fucked with all those memories of whatever he did with the older.

Since yesterday night, he is thinking for answers to his never ending questions, and maybe he did get one or two.

But denial is a bitch!

Reaching his office, he does his routine enquiry about Jimin, out of habit, and to his surprise, Mr. Jeon answers positive.

"Why is he here? Didn't I ask him to stay at home for the week?" He speaks, more to himself than the secretary.

"Jimi- I mean, Mr. Park says, he was feeling good enough to attend office."

"That stupid pabo of a human..." Taehyung marches to Jimin's office door, mumbling.

"You Jiminah, why did y-" Taehyung halts in his speech as well as steps.

All the anger and frustration he had kept inside since yesterday, melts right away at the sight that is displayed in front of him.

There lies the most adorable and annoyingly cute Chim with his head lying on the desk over his folded hands. His eyes are shut, with silky purple hair sprawled over them carelessly, giving him a serene yet mischievous overall look. Soft snores can be heard from near him.

Taehyung walks quietly to the older, observing how beautiful and pure he looks while sleeping, absolutely opposite of how corrupted his mind is, when awake.

The younger chuckles at the thought.

His hands travel to the older's face, sliding the uncomfortable strands of hair aside his eyes, making him shuffle lightly on his chair.

After finding a comfortable position, Jimin stills again, sleeping peacefully.

Giving in to the strong urges, Taehyung bends down to Jimin's level, planting a feathery peck on his squished cheek.

He backs away, smiling in satisfaction. Turning on his heels, he exits the door, letting the man explore his dreams to his heart's content.

He doesn't realise that his actions are being watched by a pair of doe eyes, which are now filled with tears of disappointment and helplessness.

Why are you both doing this to me and Ms. Chou?

As the truth dawns upon Jungkook, he feels a dull numbness inside his chest. Somewhere all along, he knew Jimin and Taehyung are close. Too close from the standards of a best friend.

But then, who was he to set the standards!

So he let it slide. He himself was more into wanting Jimin and not soulfully loving Jimin. But as the time had passed, and especially after Jimin was hospitalized, he had realised, how much the purple-haired man meant to him. And he actually fell in love with him and not just the physical attraction.

However, watching his boyfriend's behaviour since past few days, he was sure something had happened, and it pertained to a certain Mr. Kim.

He had noticed how happy Taehyung made Jimin, without even trying. His mere presence was enough for the older's eyes to twinkle. He saw how Jimin would roll his eyes at the sarcastic remarks of the younger but would smile when he wasn't looking.

And the same goes with Taehyung. In the hospital, he had cried his eyes out for Jimin, although he was deemed out of danger. The thought of anything unfortunate happening to the older, scared the shit out of him in no time. He had also been so toxically possessive of Jimin, whenever Jungkook was around him.

It is as clear as crystal that they love each other. More than just best friends. They aren't even in love like normal couples.

They are freaking soulmates!

Jungkook groans, wiping his faint tears furiously.

Mr. Kim and Mr. Park needs to realise it before they ruin four lives, playing chess with their own feelings and denial. He thinks.

But it's difficult to let go off your dear ones so easily. And he is no God to just sacrifice someone he's so in love with, for someone who doesn't even know his own priorities.

He feels a sudden urge to go see Jimin. So he walks up to the door and peeks inside.

Just as he was about to enter the cabin, someone taps his shoulder, causing him to turn around fumbling with the door knob.

"What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Kim? I just... I just wanted to-"

"Don't disturb him. And reach my office. We need to discuss something."

"Yes sir." He nods obediently.

Chapter Text

"Good morning Mr. Park!" Jungkook greets him with a gorgeous smile.

Jimin looks around, eyes as lost a puppy.

"Mhm. Morning! But why am I waking up in the office? That too in morning?"

He speaks in a sleepy voice, searching for his phone.

"GOODNESS ME! Kookie what the hell. It's evening. It's time to leave and you are wishing me morning? Oh God, I slept the whole day in office? Why didn't you wake me up? Where's Tae?"

As he mentioned Taehyung, he realised he didn't want to see him for a while, and positively assumed that the latter felt the same after his stunt at the carnival.

"Nevermind the last question. Answer the rest of them." He shrugs, rubbing his eyes so that he can see more clearly.

Jungkook giggles at the sight of Jimin, all disheveled from sleep.

"Don't laugh please. It's already embarassing." Jimin pouts.

"Okay sorry. Jiminie you slept on the desk and Mr. Kim asked me not to disturb you since you are still recovering and I quote, 'I don't want you to roam anywhere around a sleeping Jimin or I'll shred you in a human shredder'." Jungkook shudders as the nasty visuals flood his mind.

He came to see me?

"Taehyungshi needs to stop watching those puke-worthy shits." Jimin groans, still thinking about how easily he let himself melt from the determination to stay stoic towards Taehyung's affection.

"Do you want to leave?" Kookie snaps him out of his head.

"Uh. Yeah I guess it's time." He looks at the clock guiltily.

"Don't be so sad Jiminie, it's your own office afterall." Jungkook gives him an enthusiastic thumbs up before leading him to the parking lot.

"Thankyou. I guess I'll be alright driving myself back to home alive?" Jimin teased Kookie.

"We are just worried and want to protect you. Don't be a tease about it." Jungkook pouts after understanding the pun intended in Jimin's remark.

"OoOooh so now Mr. Jeon and Mr. Kim are friends enough to be acknowledged as 'we' ?" Jimin narrows his eyes at Jungkook, playfully.

A unsure smile appears at Jungkook's lips.

"What? Did I miss something when I wasn't here?"

"Not at all. You can leave Jiminie. Inform me when you reach. Okay?"

"Yeah fine I will. But tell me. Something happened?" Suddenly Jimin was curious.

"It's absolutely nothing, Jiminie. Don't worry." He tries to assure him by giving his iconic bunny smile.

Jimin melts immediately and doesn't pry further. Waving him a goodbye, he leaves.

Jungkook watches as the older's car goes far beyond before disappearing from his line of sight completely.

"Your best friend is really as oblivious as a new born when it comes to you, Mr. Park Jimin." He says with a derisive smile.
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"Where are you?"

"Out."

"Seriously? It's 11 PM and you still aren't home. What is wrong with you lately? You aren't coming from office on time and it's been a week."

"Baby, I'll be home. Just wanted to spend time alone. Work stress. Please understand."

"Are you with Jimin?"

"No."

A sigh of relief washes over Tzuyu hearing Taehyung's reply.

"Come back soon, cub!"

"Mhm."

Taehyung ends the call and goes back to staring at the million stars scattered across the darkened sky, lying on the park bench alone.

He did the right thing, didn't he? Thinking about the conversation he had had with Jungkook that morning a week ago, he sighs.

"I get it that you have a personal relationship with your colleague. But I want you to not mix the two environments. Besides, as a..."

Pausing for a second, he continues.

"As a friend of him, after what happened last night in the carnival, I guess Jimin might be serious about you. So don't you dare fuck it up. But also don't be overly clingy. It's your workplace. And his too." Taehyung says with a calm demeanor.

"Yes sir."

This was the best that could have been done. What was he even trying to achieve by being so mad about Jimin and Jungkook being together? And then, obviously Jimin made it clear the other day that he has no place reserved to entertain Taehyung's nonsense, which isn't wrong by the way.

He was doing a lot of questionable things without a second thought. And this isn't him. So the younger tries to get a grip on himself and act sane for once.

As he lay there stargazing, he dials Jimin's number, ofcourse not before hovering his thumb over the contact for ten good minutes.

Busy

Who is he talking to at this hour?

A sad chuckle leaves his lips as he guesses the obvious. Why did he even attempt call when obviously he had nothing to talk about and the thing they needed to talk about, both the grown ups are obviously dodging it.

Also, now he was not the only one Jimin would talk to at late nights.

Giving up, Taehyung gets up from the bench and walks back to his car, throwing the suit jacket over his shoulder lazily.
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"I've told you a lot about my family. Tell me about yours, Kookie!" Jimin asks, his voice sounding sleepy.

Jungkook involuntarily takes a sharp breath at the question which goes unnoticed by the older.

"C'mon Jiminie, speaking of family, you said three lines about your mother, a paragraph or two about your father and rest everything was about Mr. Kim. How is this fair?" He tries to distract.

"Aaish. Not my fault that I had my most of the time spent with either Appa or Taehyungshi. Eomma wasn't around long enough for me to bond with her. And I have no siblings." Jimin pouts sadly.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Tell me about yours."

"You are sounding so sleepy and still wanna talk. I'm flattered but have a goodnight or you'll doze yourself off in the office again." Jungkook giggles as he hears Jimin groan at the memory.

"Don't think I'll let this slide. We'll talk tomorrow. Goodnight Kookiedoe!"

"Night Jiminie!"

Jimin was sleepy, yes. But still, he has this strong urge to hear that dark as night voice which once used to lull him to sleep because today was the longest he had gone without hearing Taehyung.

The older thinks back to how aloof the younger is behaving recently. He doesn't hold a conversation. He always has an excuse of being busy whenever Jimin approaches. And only when it's something professional, does Taehyung stays.

When did we reach this stage Tae?

After a good while of refraining, he dials Taehyung's number rather nervously, waiting for the ringing to be taken over by his 'hello'.

Switched off

Disappointed, he throws the phone on the side table and tosses around to the other side of the bed, falling asleep in no time.

Chapter Text

"But you know Darla, I cannot stand that male specimen for a single second. I was bearing him only because it was unavoidable. And now you say you need to extend leave for another full month." Taehyung whines to his ex secretary, the conversation seeming more casual than professional.

That's how their relationship was. He treated her more like a confidante than a mere secretary.

"Sir please, I know you want me there as soon as possible, but I really need to look after my baby since my husband had to leave urgently and I don't want to keep my precious in someone else's care."

"This is emotional blackmail."

"I'm sorry sir. Please bear Mr. Jeon for one more month. I am sure he will do his best and won't cause you any sort of trouble."

His existence itself is a trouble!

Taehyung sighs as he cuts the call, agreeing to Darla's request.

Today is the day he would have gotten rid of Jeon Jungkook for good, but alas! His wait to happiness was short-lived.

After mailing him the contract extension letter and signing the application, Taehyung moves out of his office to head to the meeting hall at the fourth floor.

On his way, he is interrupted by Jungkook.

"Thank you Mr. Kim for the extension. I'll not give you any more chances to complain." He gives him a meek smile.

Ofcourse he couldn't stand the youngest even now, but he was trying. Convincing himself that it was just for the sake of his best friend, he extends a hand for a handshake.

Jungkook looks quite amused at the gesture, but nevertheless, takes his hand, with the same faint smile.

Taehyung nods in approval and leaves after giving him instructions for the meeting.

"What is going on with you two?" Jimin, who was observing all this from his cabin, rushes out to Kookie, eyes more accusing than curious.

"Nothing at all Mr. Park. Mr. Kim extended my contract. I'm going to be here for another month." He speaks with excitement.

Jimin is suddenly finding it difficult to accept the fact that his 'boyfriend' is going to stay in the premises as him for a longer duration.

Shouldn't I be happy about it since I'm very much trying to avoid the Kim? What the hell!

"That's so unlikely of him. Why did he extend it though?"

Apparantly, the reason was stated in the mail, but Jungkook hadn't read it full yet, so instead, he says,

"I don't quite know sir. But I'm absolutely glad he did. I can be around both of you for a longer period of time."

"Why would you suddenly want to be around Taehyungshi?"

"Uh. Nothing specific Jiminie. I think he's not as rude as he shows. He was just protective towards you. Also he had been quite good with me in the past few days."

Jimin's brows furrow furiously. Unlike everyone, his imagination takes a weird turn and now it was going on all the wrong tracks.

Isn't Tzuyu enough for him that he is now suddenly being extra favourable to Kookie!

"Aren't you happy about it?"

"Ofcourse I am. It's good. It's really good. Congratulations!" Jimin says half-heartedly.

"Okay then. I'll get going. Mr. Kim says he needs me."

"Excuse me?"

"In the meeting, sir."

"Yeah ofcourse. What else?!" He smiles nervously, before dashing into his office.

Jungkook chuckles at the older's behaviour. But then, he realises what must have caused him to react that way.

No wonder Mr. Kim calls you Jiminiepabo !

He wanted to clarify that there was nothing of that sorts between him and Mr. Kim. Hell, it's totally the opposite. The flashback of his conversation with Mr. Kim from before fleets across his mind. Ofcourse he believed no shit about Jimin being serious about him.

But he keeps quiet. Even then, and even now.

I love you enough to not let you go Jiminie .

Jungkook's facial expression is indecipherable. There are a lot of conflicting statements chaotically roaming in his head. He's never cared about emotions. He was brought up that way.

But the way things have changed for him, and how it's hurting, he is now feeling sure that it was best that he didn't care about feelings before Jimin happened to him.

Feelings are complicated!

He's not liking how he now craves to be with Jimin emotionally, instead of physically. And how even after knowing everything, he just can't bring himself to leave the older for their own good.

Maybe he can try to be worthy of love, in his overall messed up life!

Reminiscing his past sourly, he gets into the elevator, heading to wherever the brunette has called him.

Meanwhile, Jimin sits in his office, restless. This was a good thing Taehyung wasn't overreacting with Jungkook now. It was peaceful. But the purple-haired male was in everything but peace.

He was missing the younger terribly. Even if it was a mirage, it still was enough. Jimin wants to be centre of thoughts to Taehyung. And him being okay with everything, he's just unable to digest now.

Why are you suddenly not interested Tae?

Getting up from the chair, he follows to the fourth floor.

Walking through the aisle, he spots the silhouette of several heads in the glass walled room. There stands Jungkook, working through the laptop, probably getting the presentation ready. But Jimin is unable to spot a certain brunette with grey suit.

He moves further in order to find Taehyung, and fortunately spots him exiting the men's room.

"Are you still angry about what I had said?"

The younger is startled at the sudden question thrown to him in empty space as he was busy wiping his hands. He quickly looks up with wide eyes, trying to locate the source of the voice.

"Damn it Jiminah, you scared me!" He sighs in relief.

Jimin waits patiently for him to answer, as he stands blocking the younger's way.

"What?"

"Answer me?"

"I'm not angry. I understand I might have overstepped boundaries."

"What boundaries?"

"Overreacting over your boyfriend definitely isn't something I should have done, when I claim to be your best friend."

"And?"

And I shouldn't have kissed you. You hate me for that.

"And that's it. Don't worry Jiminah. I promise I will behave. You and him will be happy together. I won't be a trouble, rest assured." Taehyung taps him on the shoulder and leaves with a smile that falls as soon as he's out of Jimin's view.

The older stands there dumbfounded. He didn't think a single sentence he said will initiate such a drastic response from the brunette.

But more importantly, Jimin didn't like it.

Chapter Text

Taehyung was sitting behind his desk, brows furrowed in concentration, lips turned into a side pout, eyes trained on the MacBook screen in front of him.

Is it okay to kiss your best friend

A numerous search results are displayed below the search bar where he has entered the keywords, most of them being from Quora and Reddit.

"Good Lord! These people are so conflicted. Why can't they answer such a simple question with a yes or no?" He mumbles after clicking open a few links and reading it.

Can a male best friend kiss another male best friend

"Stupid assholes, giving 6k words' explanation instead of a 3 lettered answer."

"But 'No' has only 2 letters!"

"This is not the time to play word games with me." He says, to no one in particular.

Can a straight person suddenly be bisexual

The answers somewhat curb Taehyung's curious and conflicted self.

He was actually really confused at his past behaviours around Jimin and had decided to rather face them than dodge them. And so here is, supplying the Google search bar with his keywords, hoping to get some clarification.

Can you be gay just for one person

"Sir, Mr. Park says he-"

Taehyung shuts the laptop at a lightening speed, looking suddenly pale, causing Jungkook to raise his eyebrows in suspicion.

Was he watching... Maybe... Ummm... Nevermind!

"Is everything okay Mr. Kim?"

"Ofcourse. What could be wrong? Nothing is wrong. I'm absolutely alright. Why are you here?" He speaks non stop, fumbling in his words profusely.

So very unlike Kim Taehyung.

"Okay okay. It's good that you're okay. I came here to tell you, Mr. Park says, he needs to leave early and that I should inform you."

"Where is he going?"

"Umm, I don't know sir. He didn't tell me." Jungkook scratches the back of his neck.

"Aren't you his... Well forget it. Tell him he is free to go wherever he wishes. No need to inform me."

He wasn't really thinking till now but since Jimin brought it up two days back, he had realised, he still was very much pissed off about what the older had said to him outside the carnival.

"Uh okay sir." Jungkook returns back to Jimin's office, iterating what Mr. Kim has said. Ofcourse cutting on the unnecessary remarks.

"It's not like I need to inform him. It's just my great personality to acknowledge and behave nicely to everyone." Jimin huffs in a proud smirk.

"Ofcourse." Jungkook chuckles, to which Jimin joins as well.

"Okay then, I'll take my leave. See you tomorrow, Kookie!"

"Bye Jiminie!"

On his way out, Jimin glances at the younger's office, to get a sneak peak of him.

Where is he?

He stops in his tracks and cranes his neck to the sides to spot a certain brunette.

"He is not there." A voice sneaks upon the older's neck and speaks deeply, causing him to jerk forward in surprise.

Turning around quickly, Jimin loses his balance and was about to tumble down to the floor when a strong yet comforting pair of arms snake around his waist and pulls him close to his chest, saving him from the fall.

Jimin clutches the person by his overcoat's collar like his life depends on it, eyes shut tightly in anticipation of the hit.

As they stand close to each other, a similar winter breeze and the mysterious perfume invades their nostrils respectively, causing them to let out an inaudible sigh.

How much I missed being this close to you!

It wasn't exactly in Taehyung's itinerary to bump into the purple-haired cutie. And it was definitely not in his list to go back to square one as he looks at the human being in his arms, wanting to keep him all for only himself.

Jimin slowly opens his eyes to find a pair of dark brown eyes staring right into his own, as if trying to violate everything he's kept safe inside him.

He lowers his gaze immediately, to avoid giving in to his determination of staying away from the certain someone's influence.

His eyes travel to his hands that were clutching the collar. He leaves it with a jerk, and tries to move away from the grip around his waist.

Because the longer he stays, the more he'll melt bit by bit, untill he's nothing but a liquid mess impossible to collect.

But Taehyung has no intentions of letting him go so easily. It wasn't voluntary from his part. He just went along with whatever that was currently invading his head. Which, without a doubt, was Jimin, his alluring scent and...

"Look at me!" He commands, the voice as deep as a black hole.

No response.

"Jiminah, look at me."

Nope.

Taehyung brings one hand from the older's waist to his chin, tilting it enough for him to have easy access to his beautiful features.

"Look. At. Me." The voice is suddenly dangerous.

Jimin's eyes snap back to that of the younger's hooded ones. He finds himself unable to move, react, or speak, as the younger's  face descends closer to his own.

Taehyung glances at the older's lips for a second, and returns back to find Jimin doing the same. Wasting no time in contemplating his actions, he presses his lips onto the plump squishy ones.

Their eyes flutter close as they relish in the moment, forgetting the world around them.

Blueberries!

Jimin takes the lead this time and pulls Taehyung closer by his jaw, to have a proper access at the younger. Due to the slight height difference, he has to tip toe to reach the brunette, to which Taehyung smiles into the kiss.

Cute!

He pulls Jimin closer by waist, in reaction, feeling all sorts of butterflies and birds and dragons erupt in his tummy. No. Every single cell of his anatomy.

Jimin's feet feels like jelly due to all the hormonal rush inside him caused by the friction between the two bodies. Sensing this, Taehyung clutches the older securely and walks forward, backing him up against the outside of the glassed wall of his office.

Just when Jimin's back hits the block, he finds the younger gliding his lips onto his lips boldly, waiting for him to open his mouth and deepen the kiss. He decides to play a tease and doesn't let him have an upper hand.

After a few good minutes of trying, Taehyung breaks from the kiss, kinda disappointed because he didn't get what he wanted, but what he needs is air. This earns him a frustrated growl from Jimin.

The younger giggles mentally as a flashback crosses his head.

"Google says, it's okay to kiss your best friend!" He breathes out in an extremely raspy voice, gazing at him with a sarcastic but satisfied smirk.

Before Jimin could respond or even acknowledge what just happened, Taehyung gives him a wink and leaves.

Jimin stands there, confused. And breathless. And surprised. And a hot and bothered mess.

Then, slowly it sinks in, how easily Kim Taehyung broke his walls of pretending to stay at a mile's distance from him.

"You stupidly sinful piece of pie. I fucking hate you for flirting with me so audaciously." He marches out of the premises angrily, with the blush from the kiss and redness from the anger giving him the look of a ripe and plump tomato.
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"I cannot be your boyfriend anymore!" Pretending is one thing, witnessing, the other. And assuming they were in love was already hurting Jungkook enough but now that he saw something like that with his own eyes, it's insane.

"Wait what? Why?"

"Are you dense or are you dumb or simply fucking around with me?"

"Kookie what the fuck!"

"You kissed Mr. Kim right in front of my eyes and didn't even look around to see if anyone saw you. You didn't even remember I was present there the whole fucking time."

"I..."

What a mess you put me into Kim fucking Taehyung!

"Say? 'I' what? What explanation do you have? Tell me. I'm all ears."

"I'm.... Sorry!"

"That's it? That's all you have to say? Nothing on the lines of 'I cheated on you Kookie and I won't do it again and I'll stay away from him'? Nothing like that?"

Jimin gapes at him in distress.

"Answer me Goddamit. You won't say any of those? Didn't you just cheat on your boyfriend right in front of his eyes?"

"I said I'm sorry. I might have cheated on you but I'm sorry. That's all I have to offer." Jimin sighs feeling guilty.

"And what about you won't do it again and you'll stay away from him?"

Silence.

"JIMINIE ANSWER ME!"

"I CANNOT PROMISE YOU I WON'T DO IT AGAIN BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE HIM AND I CANNOT STAY AWAY FROM HIM. IT'S TORTURE!"

And there it is. The very, very awkward silence after the storm has died down.

Chapter Text

"Why did you ask me out?" Jungkook says, the sadness in his voice very prominent.

"I'm sorry."

"That's not an answer. Was I just a mere distraction from him?"

"..."

"Ofcourse. To say I'm really hurt, would be an understatement. I feel like a fool right now. A fucking clown. A stupid clown who knew all along what he's destined for but still gave in to your charming and heart warming eye smile." He sits down on the couch at Jimin's home with a thud, and a heavy sigh.

"I'm... I'm sorry Kookie. I don't have any explanation to defend me. I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that to you." Jimin sits across him, eyes guilty.

"Yes. You shouldn't have done this to me. And you shouldn't have done this to you. And you shouldn't have done this to Mr. Kim."

"What do you mean?"

"You loved him all along Jiminie. You are torturing yourself by denying you the privilege to be with him for good. I knew that you love him, way before today. But still I stayed, because I was being selfish. Now that my last straw to ignore the hurt I feel is broken, you might as well go confess it to him than fool around with me or anyone else for that matter."

"I'm really sorry to have caused you all this. But I cannot confess it to him. He has a fiancee. He loves her. I'm just his best friend. And it's impossible for him to love me like I do. You know he's straight right?"

Jungkook let's out a sarcastic laugh.

"You both are really dense and dumb. Park Jimin, best friends don't kiss like that. Y'all have got it all wrong. Mr. Kim loves you like you love him. Like how a man loves another man romantically. He's simply dodging it and doing wrong to Ms. Chou as well.  And about his sexuality, well, all I can say is, he might as well just be Jiminsexual." This time he chuckles genuinely.

"Aaish. There's nothing like that." Jimin says blushing slightly.

"Already blushing for someone else in front of your freshly made ex boyfriend?" He wiggles his brows at Jimin.

"I- I'm- oh my God I'm sorry!" Jimin hides behind his face behind his little palms, visibly embarassed.

Jungkook let's out a hearty laugh.

"I'm still hurt but it's high time I accept the fact that you are all over him." He says, seriously.

"Thankyou Kookie. I can never apologize to you enough but I'm always grateful for all the things you did for me. I'm still a sucker for your bunny smile." Jimin speaks with admiration for Jungkook.

"I'm flattered Mr. Park!" He fans himself proudly.

"So, umm, are we good? Or do we need to go through the awkward phase first? I'm sorry it's been so long I don't know how to behave in breakups."

"Says the one who was sulking in caps lock when he had a stupid argument with Mr. Kim and they weren't talking."

"That wasn't break-up. We just had different opinions."

"Felt more like a breakup to me." He winks at the older.

"Aaish. Stop teasing me. You still have to sulk for our break-up. Get into the role."

"I think I can give the awkward phase a pass, owing to your beautiful smile, Jiminie. I hate, to see you, all serious and straight faced."

"Jiminie is glad to know that. We can be friends?"

"I guess we can. But please don't flirt with me. I don't want to get back to square one."

"I promise I won't."

"You crossed your fingers behind you. Idiot!"

Jimin laughs finally.

"I guess I should leave. It's late."

And they exchange an understanding nod, before Kookie greets his goodbye and leaves the house, with Jimin pondering over his words about the brunette.
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"I expected something more impactful than this, my little companion."

"That's all I have, Jun. Take it or leave it."

"I don't understand how I always let you pass with that attitude of yours. I didn't fucking send you there to give me this crap, JK."

"Fuck off. Something is always better than nothing. Atleast I'm not as useless as you have been for a whole year."

"The audacity! I'll take care of you and your Jiminie soon."

The phone line beeps indicating the call being cut.
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12:44 AM

Taehyung was lying on his bed, wide awake, with Tzuyu's hand wrapped around his chest lazily. Shuffling a little, he carefully removes her hand and turns to the other side.

Why do I always feel this strong urge to keep him near me all the time? It's never happened before.

His thoughts go back to the time when they used to spend most of their together before Tzuyu happened to him.

He didn't know how to cook, so Jimin would teach him on weekends. With the older standing right behind him in the kitchen, he used to feel the same funny feeling that he feels now, when he's close to him.

But he used to disregard all those instances as some sort of morning sickness, evening sickness and night sickness.

When they went out for shopping, Taehyung would always glare and scare away anyone who laid eyes on his Chim for more than necessary seconds. He thought he was just being protective of his best friend.

The times when Jimin made him fall asleep because he had nightmares, he felt like being home.

It was all so perfect. Perfect with all the flaws and shortcomings, fights and debates. Perfect with all the sweet nothings and loving gestures.

After that, he had been with Tzuyu. For two good years. He felt it right to do so. He came across her, she passed his vibe check, and they got together.

That's it!

The fluttery feeling that he used to feel with Jimin, he didn't feel it with his girlfriend. He again regarded it as his sickness finally being gone, when Tzuyu would help him cook, or when they were physically close at random times. It was just the right thing to happen.

That's how the world functions. Right? A girl and a guy gets together, gets married, have babies, grow old, and die. If there's love and admiration in the relationship, even better.

So what is this thing I strongly feel towards Jimin, even if it doesn't pass my vibe check, even if it doesn't feel right by the worldly standards, even if it feels all wrong but all perfect.

"I need to talk to Jiminah!" He says in a hushed voice.

He lays there, formulating words and sentences he will speak to Jimin tomorrow, to clear what it is that he's going through and if it even makes any sense.

Tomorrow's going to be long!

Chapter Text

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS CUB? CARE TO EXPLAIN?"

"I... I don't know. I don't know what happened. What the fuck is going on!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED? So the person in the clip is not you? And that pathetic little shit isn't your fucking best friend Park Jimin?"

"Don't you dare say anything about Jimin, Tzuyu!"

"Why shouldn't I? He literally invaded all your working brain cells and senses and now we are in this mess. All because of him!"

"He didn't do anything for God's sake. I... I'm sorry!"

"Explain!"

"I..."

I initiated it.

"He didn't force himself on me. It was... It was me."

"Whatever the hell it is, I just know it's all because of that Park. I told you. I told you to stay away from him. He's nothing but trouble for you. And for me. Now look!"

Tzuyu aggressively thrusts her phone into Taehyung's hand before dashing out of the hall into her bedroom, shutting the door with a loud bang.

Taehyung groans loudly looking at the news in the digital city bulletin on the phone screen that read–

Scandalous relationship between Kim and Park of K&J Industries! Read more to know.

The clip of their kiss in the office replaying after every few seconds.

His phone is buzzing incessantly with  calls from various media houses, his associates and what not. Everyone is suddenly interested in a homosexual relationship between two well known business tycoons.

Switching his professional sim off, he calls Jimin from his personal number.

Switched off

"This shouldn't have happened, Jimin!" He plops on the sofa holding his now throbbing head, eyebrows scrunched tightly in anger.
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Jimin is sitting with his phone switched off in hand, too shocked to even move out of bed.

Never in his most dreary dreams did he think of something like this to happen.

And he's too stunned to even think of any possibility of who did this to him and Taehyung.

I didn't want it to come out like this!

After zoning out for a while, he finally finds a little strength to go freshen up. This mess needs to be cleared and for that, he needs to meet Taehyung, as soon as possible.

After being done with the daily chores, he drives his car to the office, only to find it surrounded by a number of reporters waiting for something spicy enough to decorate their headlines.

He stealthily gets out of his car and enters the elevator build right into the parking that takes him directly to his floor.

He halts in his steps when his eyes land on a blonde woman sitting at the secretary's desk.

"Morning, Darla! How come are you here?"

"Mr. Jeon resigned, so I was asked to fill up immediately."

He resigned?

"But he said he was happy that his contract was extended. What went wrong?"

"I don't know, sir."

Jimin nods and walks into the younger's cabin, only to find it empty.

He then goes back to his own, waiting for him while thinking how will he start the conversation. And what will become of the conversation if they had one.

Just then, his telephone rings.

"Yes?"

"Jimin, can you come to the IT room of 9th floor. I need to show you something."

"Alright Tae, I'll be there."

Jimin frowns at the voice of Taehyung. It seemed a little off and distant. However, he reaches the room quickly.

Holding the door knob, he pushes it open to find Taehyung standing in front the monitor playing the CCTV footage of their kiss.

Jimin's cheeks immediately turn into a bright shade of red, but he tries to stay calm and serious, because the situation isn't as favorable as his mood.

Taehyung feels the presence of someone in the room and so he turns around to face the older, eyes devoid of anything.

"What's the matter?"

"Look at the screen."

"Yeah what about that? It's clearly the footage circulating the media."

"No, this isn't the same footage. That's why I've called you here. The one in the media has a different camera angle, it's taken from the same height as ours. Probably someone deliberately took the video. This one has a top view, because the surveillance cameras are situated way above our height."

"Oh!"

"Yeah. But I've absolutely no idea who took the video. Because our floor literally has only three of us, unless..."

"Kookie was there the whole time!" Jimin gasps as he tries to put the pieces of information together.

"What?"

"Yes. He was in my cabin when I came out and then you..."

"And he resigned yesterday night."

"You... You knew?"

"No. I read the mail this morning. I tried to contact him but his phone is switched off."

"So do you think... He... He did this?" Jimin was terrified to even think that the Kookie he knew would do something so enraging.

"Look Jimin, I know he's your boyfriend and shit, but I honestly want nothing more than to rip his throat out for putting us in such a situation. I can't believe I tried to be civil with that male specimen for your sake." Taehyung's voice keep rising as he blabbers without a stop.

"I think we need to hold a press conference to let the media know this is all bullshit. That we aren't engaged in any such relationship and it's a false clip. It'll be for the best, for the company and..."

"And?"

"And for us."

"So whatever happened yesterday it's-"

"It's nothing Jiminah. Let's just forget it ever happened. It was possibly a slip of moment due stress and stuff."

But Kookie said you love me!

"What stress Tae?"

"C'mon Jimin. Please don't make this hard for me and you. I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to kiss you or anything. It just happened, and I don't feel anything about it. Please just forget it." Taehyung growls, running his fingers in his hair, a habit he acquired when he would be in extreme confusion and stress.

A heavy pool of tears gather in Jimin's eyes, ready to spill any moment. But he holds it back with every bit of strength he can summon at that time.

"O-okay Tae." His voice comes out extremely cracked.

He lowers his gaze in the dim lighted room to avoid being seen so broken and devasted, by the younger.

"Thankyou. You can go now. I'll arrange for the press conference and will call you when it's done. If you happen to contact Jungko-"

"We aren't together anymore."

Taehyung looks at him, mouth wide open at the new information he has just received. To say he wasn't happy, would be a lie. But that particular brain cell of his refuses to let him express his most inner feelings.

"Oh." He manages to say it.

"I-I'll le-leave." Jimin turns around swiftly and runs out of the room with long strides and into the empty corridor. After reaching inside the elevator he shuts it close and slumps beside the door, thick drops of tears trickling down his faint red cheeks, and disappearing into his shirt collar.

"It just happened and I don't feel anything about it."

He recalls the younger's words again and again and everytime, he feels a part of his heart being broken into numerous pieces. He didn't plan on expecting anything else but hearing it loud and clear, hurts!

He recalls what Jungkook had said to him the other day.

"Mr. Kim loves you like how a man loves a man romantically."

Oh how foolish he was to think, an ex can actually be less of a typical snake.

"You! You ruined everything Kookie. Everything for me. For him. For everyone. You made me hope for something I was trying so hard to give up. Why did you have to break me like that? Why did you say he loved me? Why did you make me aspire again? WHY? I hate you for this, Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin shouts amidst his cries in the elevator, his voice being trapped and echoing only inside the four walls of the cabin.

And I want to hate you too Kim Taehyung. But this fucking heart won't let me.

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"I'm glad all of you came to attend the conference at such a short notice. We have a few things to clarify about the recent news headlines being circulated in the media without any credibility. The clip you've received, is a duped footage. I, Park Jimin, and my fellow partner, Kim Taehyung, don't identify as persons shown in the clip. It's a made up rumour to possibly tarnish the image of our reputation among the community. We would like to receive an on-air apology for the trouble it has caused us. Otherwise we will be forced to take legal actions against the media houses. Thankyou!"

Jimin's voice sound as distant as water from a parched traveller in the scorching desert. It's almost mechanical as he stands stiff and straight, with a blank face.

Him and Taehyung head out of the crowd quickly, without giving an ear to all the questions thrown at them about who did this, why was it done, is it even false or are they acting.

Maneuvering his way to the parking after successfully dodging the media with the help of the guards, Jimin leads Taehyung to his car and then turns to leave for his own.

"Jimin!"

"Hm." Jimin halts at his voice, but doesn't turn to face him.

"I'm sorry!"

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Tae. This was needed. I agree. It's for the good. For all of us. Don't worry. I'm absolutely fine." And he leaves without waiting for another word from the younger.

Taehyung looks at the retreating figure of the purple-haired man, feeling a certain subtle pain in his chest.

If it were the Taehyung from before the ruckus, he would have gone to grab the older's wrist again. He would have hugged him untill all his tensed feelings dissolved. He would have...

"But you won't anymore!"

A voice in his head speaks for him.

"Because you are a scared kitten. Scared from society, scared from people, scared from loosing your status."

"I'm so sorry!" He speaks in the air before hopping behind the wheel and driving home. To Tzuyu. To his soon to be wife. To the girl he claims he is in love with. Or is he?

After driving for a while, he decides, he doesn't want to go home just yet. His mind is reeling incessantly and he needs something stronger than just coffee to quieten it.

Heading the wheels to the bar, he enters, leaving his blazer in the car. A sudden smell of sweat and alcohol raids his senses. He scrunches his nose at the herd practically grinding into each other on the dance floor, and moves to a quieter area that has rather sane people sprawled on the couches enjoying their drinks.

He orders vodka and sits on one of the high chairs, dropping his head on the countertop in front.

Three drinks down, he finds himself getting slightly tipsy but it's not enough. He orders more. After seven shots of the strongest vodka, his insides start to revolt against the assault he is doing upon himself.

Giving up, he moves to the washroom to vomit whatever went inside him, because that's how his drinking works.

Drink, puke, repeat!
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"Hello, my little companion."

A masculine voice speaks in a cocky tone from above. He's well built. Even Jungkook, who's quite buff in physique, looks tiny, sitting in front of him slumped to death over the bar counter at the corner-most high chair. 

With the dirty blonde shock of hair pushed back recklessly adding to the arrogant attitude, the man has a cynical aura around him. He speaks danger, with a pair of bronze framed clear glass resting on his nose.

"What the fuck do you want, Jun? Just leave me alone." A very drunk Jungkook slurs at the man infront of him.

"C'mon JK, you know you aren't meant for love. Stop acting. I know how much you enjoy hurting people." He says with a sharp smirk plastered on his face.

"Yeah whatever. Leave."

"I didn't come all the way here to leave. Tell me what other secrets you robbed off that sexy little bitch."

"STOP SPEAKING AND LEAVE!"

"You don't get to have the privilege to yell at me JK." The man grabs Jungkook's crotch brutally causing him to wince.

"Fuck you!" He whimpers.

"Whenever you say!" Leaving his grip, the man winks as he grabs a seat beside the youngest.

Clutching the bottle hard, Jungkook downs it all at once, feeling a little less miserable than before, as the sliding liquid burns his throat and gut line mercilessly.

"I could only get that clip." Jungkook lies. He had collected enough confidential stuff that can ruin K&J Industries in a snap. But after watching Jimin from the press conference today, eyes absolutely empty of the twinkle he usually had, he couldn't bring himself to hand it over.

"You're bluffing."

"I'm not."

"I didn't send you there to sleep around with that bi-"

"It is enough for your revenge. They put you through a scandal. You put them into one. Tit for tat."

"I was harassed to no end by the media while they are escaping unscathed. How is this equal?"

"You called it upon yourself. Jimin has a protective, as fuck, friend to do anything for him no matter what. Not everyone has a fate like me." He says the last line inaudible to the man, voice exhausted for any argument.

"I heard it. C'mon JK I know you like your fate, with me in it." The man says, tracing his index finger on Jungkook's thighs.

Not anymore!

"Are you done? Just go bac-" His words stop in his mouth as Jungkook's eyes land on a pair of dark brown eyes staring right at his direction with inhuman fury.

Cleaning himself up, Taehyung had headed out of the place with a slight headache but a better consciousness. Moving past the disgusting herd, he sees a certain someone, and he recognises him instantly.

"Jeon Jungkook?"

He moves a little closer to their spot to get a clear look at the person he's talking to.

"Lee Yejun? That son of a bitch! I should have known it." Taehyung is immediately filled with rage as he marches down to the aforesaid blonde male. But before he can reach he finds him moving away as Jungkook dismisses him urgently.

The blonde exits the bar, glancing one last time at Jungkook and Taehyung with a contemptuous grin.

Before he can collect his drunken stupor and get a hold on the situation, a rather brutal punch lands on Jungkook's left cheek, causing him to stumble down with the sudden force.

"What the fuck Mr. Kim?"

"Don't you dare yell at me Jeon Jungkook. You asshole! I should have known you were just a pathetic minion to Yejun and are using my Jimin. Why did you tape us? What did you achieve from hurting him? For a few bundles of notes, you sold something so precious that I and him had. You-" He charges again at him but is stopped by Jungkook, the youngest flipping Taehyung and pinning him to the ground in one blow.

"Precious? Hurt? What are you talking about Kim Taehyung? So now you think the moment captured in the clip was precious? Seriously? And you think 'I' hurt him? How double faced of you Mr. CEO!"

"How dare you!"

"Don't yell at me. I'm not your secretary anymore. Thus, I can gladly punch in that sculpted face of yours causing you to black out immediately. So don't YOU dare."

Taehyung struggles to get out of his hold but the latter is a little too muscular for him.

"Aren't you currently returning from a press conference that disregarded everything in the clip? Didn't you just make your 'best friend' deny everything the clip shows. Wasn't it YOU who were quiet the whole time and dare not speak anything that's a lie, as if it were all the responsibility of my Jiminie to make up for your bullshit and mood swings. Stop me if I'm wrong, Kim."

He is rendered speechless. Because every word that came out of Jungkook's mouth was true. If the latter is shit, he himself is a more nastier and massive shit to have ever existed.

"Speechless? Yeah I did record that. Yeah I did do it for a boatload of money. Yeah I was with Jimin not for love but for revenge. But what about you? Why did you do what you did? And instead of having a conversation like adults, you come and punch me and deny your self-made mess, wow. You are a not a man. You are a scared kitten Kim Taehyung..."

An evil smirk creeps on Jungkook's lips, eyes staring deep into Taehyung.

"You are so scared of being known as gay. You are scared of being looked down upon because you are a pathetic hypocrite. It is easy for you to fight with your feelings than fight for them. Am I wrong?"

And that was the edge for Taehyung to bear. He headbutts Jungkook aggressively, wincing with the pain that has just shot up in his own head. The youngest gets disoriented from the blow and this gives Taehyung a chance to overpower him and he keeps throwing punches after punches at the man mercilessly.

The bouncers arrive quick enough to save Jungkook from dying but not quick enough as he passes out from the injury, all bloodied, drunk and broken. They call Jimin from Taehyung's cell as it was in the speed dial, to come get him as they drag a raging man out of the bar and into the parking lot.

Jimin arrives after a few minutes, looking like a fluffy marshmallow, his eyes and nose red, cheeks puffy as usual. He was wearing a white oversized sweater with light blue pants, a same coloured woollen scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Jiminaaah" Taehyung drawls with a smile.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I'll handle him from here on. Thankyou!" He bows to the bouncers and holds a melting Taehyung firmly to prevent him from sprawling on the floor. He looks like a psychopath with a mess of dirt, alcohol and blood all over him.

After Jimin pays for the man's injuries, unaware of the identity, and the bouncers leave, he drags the huge man in his small yet strong grip to his car, and throws him inside the passenger's seat roughly.

"For once. For fucking once I leave you to yourself and look at you. What an enormous mess you make!"

Jimin straps Taehyung's and his seatbelts securely, mumbling curses all along.

"I love you, Jimin!"

And Jimin freezes in his spot, hands resting on the steering wheel, eyes wide open looking infront of the car, scared to turn his gaze at the inebriated human being lying beside him.

Afraid that he'll have to experience the hurt of meaningless drunk confessions, again.

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"You are drunk Tae. Shut your mouth and let me drive peacefully."

"I'm not drunk, Jimin. You know it."

Well, it was true. After having expelled everything from his system he tended to get more conscious and less drunk. Jimin knows it. He has seen Tae numerous times and he's never so drunk to talk nonsense and thus, the older's frustration is legit.

"Even if you are not drunk, shut up. Just shut up."

"But you are my best friend and I'm sorry and you know I love y-"

"And I DON'T love you Kim Taehyung. I don't love you as a best friend anymore. I'm so done loving you as my best friend." Jimin starts the car in frustration and drives past at a ridiculous speed.

"Please don't say that. I truly am sorry for the press announcement."

"Why the hell are you sorry for the press announcement? What is it about that you are so sorry for? Tell me." Jimin's eyes were already red from all the crying but right now they were furiously red. This brunette was taking a toll on his sanity.

"I shouldn't have let you do all the talking. I should have spoken too. It was a white lie and I made you the sole responsible."

And that's it? You are worked up about who spoke and not about what was spoken? What about my feelings that you obliviously hurt?

Jimin was reaching his edge with every word Taehyung spoke. And just like his annoyance, the car's speed was increasing at an insane rate. On top of that, he averts his gaze from the road and snaps at him.

"What was a lie?"

"I-"

"Yeah? I'm all ears. Open that fucking mouth with your explanations."

"That the-"

"That the people in the clip weren't us?"

"Yes and-"

"Or that it was a false threat to the media?"

"Slow down the speed Jimin I'm-"

"Or that you kissed me?"

"Fucking listen to me dammit."

"And that you didn't feel any-"

"JIMINAH LOOK FORWARD!" Taehyung pulls the hand brake immediately as they were about to enter the wrong lane which had a car coming right in front of them.

And with a screech, the car comes to a halt, the leathery smell of tire floating in the air mixed with the dark nightly odour.

"For fucks sake, Jimin. What were you trying to do? We could have died." Taehyung gets out of the car yelling and cursing.

Jimin sits inside, breathing heavily, trying to come back to normal from the heightened rush of the adrenaline.

Taehyung keeps mumbling, inaudible to the older's ears. Jimin wants to ask so many questions to the younger. Say so many things to him. But he just can't. He couldn't bring himself to ask or say to him anything after the press conference.

There was a speech one day, by the one who didn't love, claiming the other as his own, infront of the word.

And there was a speech today, by the one who loved, destroying anything that can possibly be in between them, infront of the world.

How cruel!

"Tae?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you should go home."

"Ofcourse! That's where you are taking me. Isn't it?"

"No. I'm not. You are sober enough and also I've already called an uber. It will pick you up. Just wait for two minutes."

"What? Why? Is it because I said I love you? Is it because I made you speak at the conference? You know we had to do the press conference anyway. We can't let the rumours go out of hand. Why are you behaving like this?"

Seriously? Shouldn't you ask the last question to yourself?

"And also Tae, you are not allowed to 'i love you' me anymore. I'm your best friend. And that's it. We need to create boundaries and live behind it. Because clearly, we are way off the norms."

Taehyung looks at the younger from the window in confusion. He is clueless about what exactly is it that hurt Jimin so much as to ban him from saying anything.

What did I fucking do or say?

"Jiminah just tell me."

"Tell you what Taehyungshi? There's nothing you can do about it. Go home. The taxi is here. Goodnight."

"But- Hey wait. Wait Goddamit. Come back. Jimin. JIMIN!" Taehyung keeps shouting as Jimin's car zooms past him in a snap, giving him no time to put forward his last words.

Dejected, he boards the uber and leaves.
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"Look, Tzuyu, I know you are mad at me, but please, not now. I cannot do this right now. I've had a lot going on in and around me today. I'm so exhausted and my head hurts like hell. We'll talk about it tomorrow, please."

"I deserve a proper apology for such audacious acts of yours instead of you trying to dismiss me. And definitely that Park Jimin has everything to do with it. Don't you see how your best friend can lie to the world like he's been doing this since years, with ease. Lying. Cheating. Deceiving..."

"ENOUGH TZUYU! I won't tolerate it if you speak any more bullshit about Jimin in front of me. And again, it isn't his fault. It was my misconduct in whatever happened. And it was my incapability to speak in public, so I asked him to talk on my behalf. He isn't a liar."

"He sweet talks and you fall for it. Oh he's too good at keeping you blind at his intentions since forever. I wasn't insecure unreasonably, was I? That man tried to snatch you from me."

"Tzuyu, this is the last time I'm telling you. Don't. Accuse. Him. For. Things. He. Hasn't. Done." Taehyung spells every word with a deep menacing undertone.

"Fine. I won't accuse him. But what about you being in love with me? Was Jimin so good at seducing you that you had to ditch your preferences AND me and go suck the life out of him. Don't you feel disgusted about it? What kind of a man are you Kim Taehyung?"

No I don't feel disgusted about it Tzuyu and that's where my mind is going berserk.

"You don't say another word. Listen to me carefully now. I'm accepting I was wrong. I shouldn't have done what I did, to you. I completely understand your anger. But keep it to me. Don't radiate it to him."

"And look at you even now. All you are doing is defending him. You are so fucking in love with him I don't even know why you deny or ignore." Tzuyu spits out angrily.

"I'm not in love. Stop making theori-"

"You don't love him? You didn't kiss a guy inspite of claiming your whole life that you are straight? You didn't not say you were ashamed of it even once?"

"I... What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, you love that purple haired man you call your best friend. And by love I don't mean best friendly for God's sake!"

"That's just stupid."

"You are fucking dumb. And I'm fucking crazy to still love you."

"No I'm not and I don't love him like that. I'm not into men for the last time I'm saying this." Taehyung is beyond frustrated at everything the world is saying to him.

"Then ask him to leave you alone. Ask him to go away from you."

"What the fuck?"

"You are the major share holder. Ask him to leave the office. Leave you. Leave the company."

"What the hell are you speaking Tzuyu. Are you even in your senses?"

"I know you'll never. You can't. It'll always be about you and him. I'm never in your priority."

"What even? There's no way I'll ever mix personal and professional lives like that. You know it."

"No I don't know anything. I just want him out of your life. Our lives. That's it. I want you to only love me, Cub."

"Well, about him out of my life, sorry but that won't be happening. He is important to me and I've already hurt him enough. I cannot do it anymore because of me or you."

Taehyung slips off the ring Tzuyu had given him on his birthday and hands it over to her.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't be with someone as conflicted as me. And also, I'm not sure about our relationship anymore as well."

"You want us to break up? That's it? Here, I'm trying to accomodate all your bullshits since forever and... and just an exchange of saliva with that thing is all you needed to break free from me?  How pathetic of you Kim Taehyung."

He simply listens to her screeching, keeping his head down and fidgeting with his fingers.

How was it even possible for him to actually like Jimin in that way? Although he did the googling but that's it. He cannot be a bisexual can he? How in the world is he going to accept the fact all of a sudden? How are people going to react to it?

People!

Just a six letter word, but holds the power to destroy all the peace that once existed inside you! Very toxic, but very true.

He watches Tzuyu as she stomps her feet to the bedroom. After a few minutes, she comes out dragging her suitcase huffing in anger.

If it were the old Taehyung, he would have atleast tried to stop her leaving so late in the night. But right now, he doesn't. He simply watches her walk out of the door, banging it shut loudly.

With a sigh, he sits down on the couch, exhausted, as he feels a dull pain on his knuckles from the previous fight.

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Having shed all the tears he had, Jimin now sits on his bed, looking like a blank sheet of paper. So frail, so empty!

He can still hear everything, the words never stopping to echo in his ears as loud as ever. He is angry at his ex boyfriend, not for the scandal he caused, but for the hope he gave him.

"Best friends don't kiss like that."

"I don't feel anything about it."

"Let's just forget it ever happened."

"He loves you like you love him."

"STOP. STOP IT. FUCKING STOP IT." He slaps his hand into his ears in a futile attempt to block the voices ringing in his head.

His lips tremble as he whimpers tearlessly. It's the break of dawn and streaks of faint orange light break through his curtains and onto the white rug in front of his bed.

Still trembling from the sobs, he moves towards the balcony, sliding the translucent glass door open, and steps out into the cold winds.

His toes curl at the touch of the cold marble floor, but he moves forward, leaning onto the chilled chromium railing.

Looking down at the fairly empty road, with an exception of a few cars, he tries to concentrate on his breathing. The significantly cold air smells of spring, carrying with them the scent of early morning blooms. The street lights are slowly switching off as the solar sensors detect the sunlight.

A flock of birds fly past his head, high above in the sky, most probably on a hunt for food.

How emotionally detached the surrounding is, Jimin thinks.

Only if I could detach myself from emotions!

His sobs have finally died down for good, showing no signs of returning again. Most probably!

Watching the sun rise slowly, in it's full glory, Jimin realises something. Something which has nothing to do with the sun, the birds, the lights, the roads, but with him.

Love hurts!

And it hurts like a bitch!

He realises that he has cried himself to sleep many a times since the day he accepted the fact that he loved his... No... Not his... Just Taehyung.

And today, he wants to change it.

What a frivolous and carefree guy he used to be. And look at him now. This needs to change. Enough of mopping around hopelessly. He don't deserve to be treated like this, by the younger or by himself.

He takes in a deep breath and releases it with a heavy sigh, in attempts to let go off the stuck up emotions.

He will be the same person again. With or without Taehyung. Yes his world revolved around the younger since a very long time. But things are different now.

A man comes and kisses him, and then says it was mistake. Acceptable. Mistakes happen.

A man he thought was his boyfriend, or atleast a good friend, ditches him despicably. Acceptable again. World doesn't work your way.

What's so wrong in this? Shits happen, and people live through it. I can live through it as well. I didn't have expectations before. There was slip in between. But it's okay. I will not have expectation now. And about loving a certain Kim, that can be forgotten. It will take time, but I'll eventually be over it. Afterall, it's a lost battle to think I'll ever be reciprocated. You can be over anything that hurts, Jimin. It is for your own good. Your own self respect.

After having more of the long conversation with himself, he goes inside, in hopes to catch a little sleep in whatever time that was left, to avoid dozing off in office again.
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As if destined to be in sync by the nature, just when Jimin steps inside his bedroom, somewhere far away at his home, Taehyung ventures out into the early morning to his balcony.

Tzuyu is gone. Where? He doesn't know. Did he want to ask? Maybe yes. Maybe no.

He wonders how one single day turned his life upside down.

The other day he had slept with the thought that he will talk to Jimin about his own mush of feelings, but had woken up to a scandal.

His fear of being known as something he never identified himself as before, overpowered his willingness to express to Jimin, anything that he felt remotely near to more than friends.

He had then subjected the older to face the world, about the atrocity he had caused himself to start with.

And then there's Lee Yejun fucking with their lives yet again.

"That perverted bastard of a human." He spits disgustingly.

He had a past grudge with the owner of the LY Industries, because the latter had tried to threaten his Chim to receive sexual favours during one of their meeting stay, abroad. And Taehyung was furiously enraged when Jimin had cried his eyes out in his embrace about how disgusted he felt at the blonde's touch.

He had then thrown a rager in Yejun's office, bringing down the whole cabin along with the said man himself. He even blackmailed him to apologise publically to Jimin for being a douche. He had wanted to file a case against as well but didn't because Jimin denied.

The incident had affected Jimin to a greater extent than he expected, but he was successful in pulling the older out of the depressing tunnel he was slipping into.

And now that douche is back, exacting revenge on them.

Thinking about the night when he had satisfactorily injured Jeon Jungkook for all the present and past hatred, he recalls Jimin.

His Chim was looking cute. Too cute that he was very much tempted to squish him close and keep him protected from the world.

Taehyung remembers he was red. He had been crying, the younger knows at once. But he didn't know the reason. He had wanted to ask but instead, he had blurted an 'i love you'.

Speaking of which, Jimin had asked not to say I love you to him anymore.

Why did he deny? I have never meant it in any other way than friends and he was never against it. Why suddenly he doesn't want to hear me say it unless...

And the realisation hits him harder than a tsunami wave.

Unless he loves me!

It made sense.

More than a best friend.

It totally makes sense.

His Chim loves him. And for hell's sake it's not platonic. But with this realisation, something else hit him as well.

He had said he didn't feel anything from whatever happened that day in the office, giving in to his cowardice, which was an utter nonsense.

The loud and rushed beating of his heart and the unexplainable spark of ecstasy coursing through every single cell of his body was very much screaming of the fact that he felt a hell lot more than nothing during the kiss.

And if his assumption is right, what he realises is, he had asked Jimin to fucking forget all about the moments they shared.

SHIT!!!

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Taehyung let's the overwhelming reality sink into him before calling Jimin.

He waits for the ringing to stop and the honey voice to take over but it never happens. A frown appears on his forehead. Jimin always answers when it's Taehyung, no matter what.

Is he so angry?

He then checks the time on his phone. An excuse pops up in his head, and his frown dissolves to an extent.

7:28 AM

He must be asleep.

He reluctantly gives up on the strong urge to see Jimin right now and stumbles back to his bed, a little dazed from the lack of sleep and hangover, a lot troubled from the fact that he hurt Jimin unknowingly and a little drunk on the fact that Jimin loves him.

Having drifted off to sleep yet again, he loses track of time and also conscious, to hear the blaring of his alarm right across his ears later that morning.
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"How come are you so late sir?"

"Uh. I kinda overslept today." Taehyung gives Darla a sheepish smile.

Darla nods understanding that her boss must have been tired from the past day events. She was never the judgemental type to make theories about anything beyond her concern, and thus she was a favoured employee of Mr. Kim.

"Umm, is Mr. Park here?" He asks carefully, not to give out his slight excitement to see the older.

"No sir. He won't be coming today. He's taking a day off. There was a mail in my inbox from early morning."

"What? Why?" He asks her, almost whines, much to Darla's surprise.

"I'm afraid I don't know the reason. I guess he just needed a break after yesterday." She speaks carefully.

"Oh!" He exclaims, disappointment evident in his face and posture as he retreats to his office.

Stopping in his tracks, he walks back to the secretary.

"At what time was the mail sent?"

"Let me just check, sir." Darla clicks over the icons on her desktop and finally pulls off the mail I've there screen.

"It was sent around seven. 7:03 AM to be precise."

Taehyung's memories immediately recall the time he had called the younger. It was around 7.

If he was awake, why didn't he pick up?

He calls Jimin again but receives the same response of a mechanical voice telling him that the receiver isn't responding.

He then dials his landline, but no one picks up. A wave of panic flashes into his conscience but it's too short lived to catch his attention for good and he resumes his work, Jimin still occupying most of his brain cells.
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4:35 PM

Darla enters Mr. Kim's office with wobbly steps, eyes filled with tears and hand holding the receiver of her telephone.

"S-sir!"

"Yes Darla, I'm hearing!" Taehyung says without looking at her.

"Sir, J-jimin s-sir..."

His eyes snap at her direction and he almost forgets to breathe, looking at the state she was in, but more so, when she takes Jimin's first name, which she usually never does.

"What happened to Jimin?" He stands up immediately and approaches her in swift motion.

"He-he was f-found..."

"Stop stuttering Darla and speak!"

"He-he he's in h-hospital..."

"What? Why? Did that fucker poison him again? God I'm so gonna murder him this time. Where is he? And why no one called me? Whatever, Darla just tell me." He speaks too quick and loud, worry and anger absolutely masking his soft coffee brown eyes.

"Jimin sir... He was found injured in the ally down the city. He... He was... He was..."

Taehyung doesn't wait for Darla to complete her broken sentences as he dashes out towards the exit. She leaves on his cell, the name and address of the hospital Jimin was in before breaking down.
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"Mr. Kim, calm down. I'm looking for the patient's name. Please just let me concentrate, will you?" The receptionist tries his best to not snap at a jittery and aggressive Taehyung who was towering over his head, asking him the room number Jimin was in.

Taehyung waits as patiently as he can when the receptionist types in the name and scans through a list to finally spot the Park Jimin he was asking for.

"He's in room no. 106. ICU section!"

The brunette finds himself frozen for a moment as he hears ICU, but then recollects himself and runs frantically to the said room, bumping into people and mumbling curses.

As he reaches the room, he finds two policemen sitting besides the door. Other than that, a familiar scene welcomes his sight. Jimin is lying on the bed with tubes and masks attached, the screens placed beside him blinking in colourful lights and lines.

His eyes travel to the bruises and bandages on the older's body wrapping him around his chest. A wide white band also surrounds his head, pushing the fading purple fluff of hair back mercilessly. Several reddish purple marks of fingers are evident on his, now frail, right wrist as well as around his neck. Jimin looks white. A lot pale than he originally is.

Taehyung couldn't hold back anymore to the sight and breaks into a hysterical sob, but voices refuse to escape his throat. He falls disoriented, on the nearby metal chair and cries silently, heavy drops of tears rolling down. He wraps his hands around his own body in an attempt to not loose himself.

A flashback of Tzuyu comforting him, when he was in a similar situation before, fleets across his eyes. But he doesn't let it linger for more than a second.

All he cares right now is for his Chim to be alright. His cries gradually slow down when he finds a policeman approaching him carefully, making sure he is calm enough to talk.

"You are Kim Taehyung if I'm not wrong?"

"Yes sir, that would be me. What happened to Jimin?" Taehyung asks in a hoarse voice, trying to appear tough and not the crying mess that he was, a second ago.

"We were informed by the people passing by the less frequented ally downtown that a man was lying there unconscious and battered. When we reached, we found Park Jimin and brought him to hospital. He was seriously injured. And after the examination by the doctor we came to know that..."

"That?"

"That he was subjected to molestation."

"WHAT?" A chill runs down the younger's spine, so cold that he feels almost paralysed by the information that has hit his eardrum right now.

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"After thorough examination, the doctor said that the internal injuries weren't too severe because the victim might have escaped before it could get worse."

This still isn't worse?

Taehyung stands there, mouth agape, hearing everything that came out of the officer's mouth. He is unable to wrap his head around the brutality. He unknowingly retreats from the officer taking backward steps, untill his back hits the door of the ICU.

The officer infront of him tries to hold the now devastated man from the shock, but Taehyung resists. He waves his hand to the officer letting him know he was okay enough to be himself. After the officer moves back, he turns towards the little circular window on the door, awfully slow.

"I'm sorry Jiminah!" An extremely pained cry of apology and helplessness leaves his mouth, audible only to himself. He watches the purple haired man whose chest rises up and sinks down ever so slowly on the bed. Even his involuntary movement seems to be laboured.

After memorising each bruise on the older, he turns around to walk to the officer, his once tear flooded eyes now filled with murderous rage.

"Who did this to him?"

"We are still looking for evidences Mr. Kim. And also, we are waiting for Mr. Park to be conscious enough to give us a statement."

"Lee Yejun!"

"Excuse me?"

"I know he did this. It has to be him. That bastard had always been behind my Jimin since past a year. It's him. I'm cent percent sure. Give that asshole a death sentence."

"Hold on Mr. Kim. We cannot go and arrest anyone because you think so. Do you have any proof or lead on the basis of which we can carry on our investigation?"

"Yes, he tried to harass Jimin a year back. He had apologized for it publically as well. You can check the news records for surety. Please just kill that man already." He says the last line venomously but not aloud.

"Thankyou for the information Mr. Kim. We'll inform you of any progress, and meanwhile, a constable will be here on guard 24/7. I'll take my leave."

"Thankyou."

The officer bows and retreats back on the hallway, leaving a furious Taehyung and a police constable behind.

Just then, a man walks in towards their direction adorning a white lab coat, stethoscope hanging around his slender neck professionally. He has broad shoulders, giving him the aura of a protective shield for his patients.

Taehyung watches as the man approaches to the door and clicks open the nob.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

"Are you... Are you the one incharge for the patient inside?"

"Yes and you are?"

"I'm Kim Taehyung, his best friend. H-how is he now?" The deep voice of the younger sounds meek as he enquires the doctor about Jimin.

"Oh. I'm sorry for this to have happened. It was the boy's bare luck to have escaped before things got ugly. The bruises show signs of extreme struggle and the external injuries were inflicted before the attempt to assualt."

Taehyung takes in a sharp breath.

"He was bleeding profusely when he was brought here about an hour ago, due which he lost a lot of blood. We have recovered it with transfusion though."

"Is he... Is he okay now?"

"Well, physically, yes he's out of danger. We'll keep him under observation to look for any complications. And ofcourse, medicines and time will heal the wounds. But mentally, I cannot say just yet. The anaesthesia should wear off by midnight, and he will be conscious again, but in such cases, there's a possibility that the victim's brain doesn't want to relive or remember the incidents and thus..."

"And?"

"And he might actually regain conscious a lot later than expected."

"Is it some kind of comatose?" He says fearfully.

"Not exactly. It's brain taking its time. It's not something to worry about though. The patient will be up by not later than a day or two." The doctor gives the younger a smile that almost makes Taehyung let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm Dr. Kim Seokjin. You can call me Jin, as we will be meeting for a while now." The doctor taps his shoulder and moves in, holding his clipboard, towards the older's drugged sleeping form.
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Next day, 10:14 PM

It's been more than 24 hours and Jimin is still not awake. This is getting Taehyung more worried with every passing second.

He's still sitting outside the door, on the chair, wide awake.

Since last evening, not once has he retired to sleep, eat, or drink. His hair is now a crow's nest because of the constant running of his fingers through them. Faint dark bags surround his sharp eyes, a striking contrast with his fairly golden skin, giving him the look of a damsel in distress.

He has been rapidly bouncing his right leg in anticipation ever since the midnight, because the older hasn't woken up.

A large and caring hand lands on his shoulder softly, stopping him from the movement, as he turns around to look at the source of the warm touch.

"Doctor, goodmorning! Jimin... He is still not awake. When will he-"

"Relax Taehyung. He's alright. He will be awake in no time. Please go freshen up." Jin says in a caring voice.

"I-No. What if I go and he wakes up? I don't want him to be alone. I'll be here. I'll wait for him."

"Taehyung. Listen to me kid. You wouldn't want yourself to get sick even before meeting your best friend. Am I right?"

Taehyung nods slightly, like a little kid nodding to his mother.

"And so, you'll listen to me and go get freshened up and also have a meal. By the time you are gone, I'll be here with him. Okay?"

"But Jimin will-"

"OKAY?" The doctor says strictly to which the younger gives in under the elder's familial intimidating gaze.

"Okay doctor. Please don't leave. I'll come in an instant. Don't leave him alone okay?" Taehyung says eagerly as he gets up to run to his house and return immediately.

Jin nods and smiles at the now running boy, before entering the ward the boy's best friend is kept in.

After the routine check up, he moves to sit on the stool beside the patient's bed, and looks at Jimin with tender eyes.

"Wake up soon buddy! Your friend out there is worried sick for you. I'm sure you would want to see him as well."

Jin speaks in a calm voice, near to Jimin's ear and smiles, as he sees the boy's finger twitch slightly.

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Two days later, 1:23 PM

A sleeping Taehyung is woken up when he hears the doctor barging into Jimin's ward along with the nurses. Disoriented, he asks them what happened and looks at Jimin, delighted when the doctor says he has gained consciousness.

The younger didn't plan on sleeping. He was simply staring at the frail unconscious male waiting very patiently for him to wake up while the nurses did their routine work. But the body's exhaustion made him drift off with his head lying down beside the older.

"Jiminah!" Taehyung breathes ever so slowly, as the older's eyes flutter open hearing the oceanic deep voice.

Jimin tries to speak into the oxygen mask but Taehyung shakes his head, asking him not to strain himself. The older blinks in understanding and looks at the brunette who is staring down at him with coffee brown eyes, with nothing but sheer joy and relief.

"Get better soon and then you can speak as much as you want." Taehyung smiles at a fairly awake Jimin.

"You can even crack your 'sexy' jokes. I won't mind." He chuckles lightly.

A super warm feeling spreads all over him as he sees the older's eyes turn into a faint crescent moon as he tries to smile. Only he knows how much it hurt recalling all the times when he was the cause his Chim's tears. And how much it hurt seeing his Chim not smiling and talking and arguing with him.

"You'll be alright Jimin. You'll be fine. I'm here. Always! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The overwhelming emotion blurs his vision with the salty liquid once again.

Jimin looks at the tears in the younger's eyes and the pain he feels from it, overpowers all the other hurts from his physical injuries.

Moving his piped hands slowly, he grabs Taehyung's palm and shakes his head slightly, inspite of the shooting pain, at the younger, asking him to stop crying.

Don't cry TaeTae. Jimin doesn't like it.

Taehyung quickly wipes himself with the back of his hand and flashes a boxy grin at Jimin.

"I'm not crying pabo. I'm just too happy to see you awake. Do you even know you were passed out for two huge days? Two days without the ear-paralysing voice of yours." He teases.

A frown appears on the older's forehead as he tries to glare at the younger.

"Okay okay. Don't strain your eyes. I get it you are glaring." He laughs airily at his attempt, radiating the playful aura to the two nurses as well as Jin who was standing at a distance admiring the two boys.

"That will be enough interaction kids. Doctor Jin needs you to put your best friend to rest, okay?" Jin declares in his commanding voice.

Taehyung nods and bends down to plant a soft kiss on the older's bandaged forehead.

"Take rest Jiminah. I'll be outside." He turns to leave, but halts as he finds his wrist being clutched in a deathly grip of Jimin's small fingers.

"Let him go Buddy. I need to examine you as well, now that you are awake." Jin speaks as he proceeds to feel his pulse on the wrist.

Jimin shakes his head frantically at the doctor, his nails now digging painfully into Taehyung's wrist, drawing out blood. The sides of his eyes are now leaking with heavy tears as he retracts his other wrist away from the doctor's touch.

"Jimin? Calm down Jiminah. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Taehyung turns back at the older and says, extremely concerned at his behaviour. The lines on the screen seems to have picked up pace as the monitor beeps loudly indicating the shooting blood pressure and heart rate of the patient.

Jin stands farther from the purple haired boy at a considerable distance that can make Jimin feel less distressed.

"Doctor? What's happening? Why is he so restless? Is he okay? Doctor say something?" Taehyung shouts at the doctor as he feels his own heartbeat pick up pace looking at his Chim.

"He's having a panic attack."

"What? Why? How all of a sudden?" He speaks as he tries to calm Jimin down by caressing over the older's fingers where he was clutching his wrist.

"He doesn't want to be touched, by anyone. He's scared."

"But he was okay when I-"

"Looks like he's only allowing you."

"But..." He looks on at the crying Jimin helplessly, words dying in his throat.

"We need to tranquilize him."

"But he just woke up." Taehyung cries.

"Taehyung understand. He will hurt himself if he keeps repeating his harsh movements." Jin points at the extremely jittery Jimin who is still shaking his head from left to right in quick movements, causing his oxygen mask to drop off his mouth and nose, shooing away anyone who approaches him.

Taehyung just let's out a helpless cry as the nurses try to grab Jimin's left hand roughly to inject him.

Seeing that he might be overpowered by the two women, Jimin immediately curls into a ball and scoots closer to Taehyung who was sitting on the stool closely, shoving is head into the younger's chest.

Taehyung wraps his arm around his trembling small form instantly in reflex.

His heart breaks at the sight of the man who was once fearless to everything.

What have you fuckers done to my Chim!?

Jin looks at the younger with sad eyes, pleading him to let them help his friend. But Taehyung just can't bring himself to leave the older at the doctor's hands.

After a few minutes, he stealthily pry for Jimin's left arm and slowly pulls it out for the doctor's easy access, making sure he doesn't startle the older in the process. Jin nods in approval and empties the ampule into the syringe before thrusting it into the said boy's arm, earning a painful cry.

Taehyung wanted to shut his eyes at the sight but he doesn't. He lets every pain, hurt, and cry sink into him untill he's determined.

Determined to make every single bastard pay for it. Pay for everything his Chim is going through.

The trembling of Jimin in his embrace stops gradually as the sedative takes over his body. Taehyung lays him carefully on the bed, adjusting his oxygen mask properly.

He doesn't realise the bloody mess at his own wrist untill the doctor points it out.

"Taehyung, you need to get the wounds cleaned up and get an injection to prevent any infection." He speaks as the nurses try to break the brunette's wrist free from Jimin's grip.

"Oh God, how is he still holding you so tightly?" One of the nurses whine.

"Leave it. I'll help myself." Taehyung dismisses them and slowly yet firmly caresses Jimin's cute little fingers to loosen them from the tension.

The grip gradually lightens and he pulls out the nails dug into his flesh brutally, wincing slightly at the pain.

Both the nurses clean off the blood and flesh from Taehyung's and Jimin's hands respectively before dragging the former out of the room for the first aid.

After coming back, Taehyung finds the boy fairly asleep, and calm. A ring on his phone breaks his trance of stargazing as he reluctantly places it over his ear without looking at the caller's name.

A deep frightening scowl appears on his brows at whatever the person on the other end was speaking to him.

Let's start the payment with you Jeon fucking Jungkook!

Disconnecting the call, he turns onto his heels and out, typing furiously on his phone.

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"Open the fucking door Jeon!"

Right now, Taehyung is standing infront of Jungkook's apartment door, ready to break it open if the latter doesn't open it after the third bell.

After pinging Darla to send him the ex secretary's address, he had left a message with Doctor Jin to take care of Jimin if he's late to return.

And now, his patience is running out. Just as he takes the stance to break the door, it flies open, revealing a blue and black Jungkook.

"I guess I shouldn't have just beaten you to pulp that day. I should have fucking killed you then and there." He barks at the youngest grabbing his shirt collar roughly.

"Hold on, what the fuck Kim, why are you here now? And what did I do?" Jungkook spits out struggling in the younger's hold.

"What did you do?! Seriously Jeon? Have you not seen the goddam television with every news headlines screaming how the Managing Director of K&J Industries was found almost dead at some corner of the city? Tell me you didn't."

Before Jungkook can speak, Taehyung shoves him down on the floor, continuing with his words.

"And did you not give the false statement to the police and became an alibi to that fucker Yejun? Did you not save his ass for money yet again? Tell me you didn't."

"It wasn't a false statement, Kim."

"Oh really? As far as I know, you were lying unconscious on some stupid hospital bed when this happened, because I clearly broke you enough. How come you are the alibi?"

Jungkook doesn't say anything.

"You lied!" Taehyung punches the youngest on his bandaged nose causing it to bleed again. The latter winces in pain but doesn't fight back.

"You've got nothing to do or say? Are you too thick faced to even feel any remorse or regret? How much did he pay you? Money is such a bitch for assholes like you." He wanted nothing more than to choke the man beneath him to death, but he doesn't. They don't deserve to die so easily.

"Everything is not about money Kim Taehyung." This time, Jungkook snaps back at Taehyung, but weakly.

"Then how are you to explain what happened and why are you doing this to him, Goddamit!" Taehyung yells in frustration, tightening his grip on Jungkook's collar.

"Because if I didn't, he'll kill Jiminie."

A wave of cold silence sweeps over both the males as they stare at each other with varied emotional conflicts.

"What?"

"Yes. He just wanted to destroy Jimin for the humiliation he went through in the past. Although that asshole called it upon himself, you of all people should know his impudence better."

"So it's really Yejun." Taehyung stands up clutching his fist so tightly that his knuckles turn white from the brutal force.

"You shouldn't have messed with him."

"And let go of that bitch of a human for harassing Jimin?"

"Look what has it gotten him into!"

"If only you weren't his alibi!"

"You think if I give the statement against him, he'll leave him? Before he goes behind the bars, which I doubt given his history with legal encounters, he'll order all his minions to end Jimin's existence."

Taehyung feels numb from even hearing the possibility of living without Jimin around him. His heart drops coldly even at the mere thought of something like that.

"How can he be above the law? If Jimin gives the statement, he'll be arrested."

"I've been with him for longer than you think. I know his ways. I..." He takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"It has always been me who helps him get away with his ugly shits."

"Why would you even do that? Don't you have a conscience of your own?" The younger yells.

"You are a fucking privileged prodigy, Kim. You don't get to judge others."

"But this is illegal and wrong. And what happened to Jimin is horri-"

"You prefer death over illegality? Because I don't."

Taehyung doesn't answer. Jungkook looks on with sad and guilty eyes. He never thought his wrongdoings of the past will catch up to him in such a way. How was he to save Lee Yejun when the victim was someone he adored for the first time in his entire life.

"Why? Just why? Why did it have to happen to Chim? Just fucking why! Jimin had even denied to file a legal allegation against that bastard in the past. It was all me. Why did he hurt him?"

Why not me?

Taehyung cries angrily, more to himself that to anyone else.

Jungkook glances at the brunette who is trembling slightly, eyes red from trying to hold back his cries and wrath.

"H-how is J-Jimin?" He stutters, too ashamed to face the reply.

"You don't need to know." Taehyung walks past him and exits the door  wiping off a stray tear gliding down his cheeks, before Jungkook can react further.

"I'm so sorry Jiminie!" The youngest sits on the floor with a heavy sigh, wiping off the blood around his nose and caressing his neck to sooth the pain left by Taehyung's grip.
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"C'mon JK, it's no big deal. I just had my minions give him a good beating. That's all."

"I told you the clip was enough of a revenge already, Jun. The fuck you want from him? He was almost dead."

"He didn't die, did he?"

That little bitch is too smart to die, damn it.

"Why are you doing this to him? It was just a small glitch in your social status back then. No one even remembers it. Leaving him half dead by a deserted road for that, he didn't deserve it."

"And you think I care about your opinions?" Yejun raises his eyebrows in amusement at a fuming Jungkook.

"Also, why do you think the men left him there? They didn't. He escaped." He says nonchalantly, disappointed ofcourse.

"What were they going to do then if not leave him even when he was so injured?" The youngest asks, eyes wide in horror.

The blonde smirks menacingly.

"You were going to get him killed, weren't you?" He clutches Yejun's collar tightly, yanking him forward.

"Easy there, little companion. Why so feisty?" He winks.

Jungkook pushes him away in disgust, as Yejun falls on his chair laughing.

"Just why-"

"He had been ruining a lot of lives recently JK. He needed to pay for it."

"What lives? What do you mean?"

"No questions, little companion."

"You're an asshole!"

"Proud to be one!"

"Fuck you!" Jungkook leaves the blonde's office in fury and confusion.

Meanwhile, Yejun relaxes back in his chair comfortably, recalling how he has the youngest under his thumb as well as the little freedom he has given him, just for the sake of fun. The blonde loves it when Jungkook speaks up to him fiercely.

They share a complex relationship. Yejun had found the former at a very young age fending for himself alone. He was very sharp and strong for his age, with a really innocent face, in total contrast with his criminal records. Yejun instantly took a liking and decided to make him his most trusted puppet. Since Jungkook had no family background and support, he readily gave in to Yejun's demands, either criminal, mental or physical.

Till the time he realised that he was trapped in a black hole of filth, it was too late. If he opted out now, it's death. And he has sacrificed a lot to keep himself from succumbing to death.

"Love is injurious to health you see, JK?" Yejun utters, eyes still fixated at the door Jungkook had just left from.

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Taehyung was furious.

He had left Jungkook's house quiet a while ago, and had went to the park which he usually visited, to spend some alone time with his thoughts.

Since it was fairly dark already, he had cried his heart out sitting on a secluded bench of the empty park. He blamed every bit of himself for the condition Jimin was in. He had sobbed profusely at the sight of a panicked Jimin back in the hospital. He let out everything that he had held back in past three days. After making sure that his tear tanks were empty, he stood up, wrath dripping from his stance.

And currently he was on his way to Yejun's house, most likely to murder him.

If Jeon is rather useless, I will kill Lee Yejun personally.

He drives at a dangerously high speed, rushing through the heavily trafficked road carelessly. His mind is so occupied with the killing instinct that his sense of hearing is overridden. The phone keeps buzzing at the dashboard of the car, only to be ignored by its lethal owner.

His eyes remain glued to the road, with the various shops and buildings passing by his view in a daze, until they land on a gift shop displaying a huge dreamcatcher.

Jimin!

His speed gradually lowers as the good memories of the older floats across his vision.

And then, finally he hears the ringing of his phone.

Doctor Jin

Taehyung immediately sides his car off the lane and picks up the call.

"Hello Doc-"

"Where the hell are you kid? Reach the hospital immediately. We need to change Jimin's dressing but he isn't allowing anyone near him. Get your ass down here right now." Jin from the other side growls in frustration. In the past three days, Jin has socialized with a silent Taehyung enough to skip past the soft conversation. And, to defend himself, it's his personality!

"I'm sorry. I'm coming right away." He disconnects the call and maneuvers the car into a U-turn, continuing to drive at the same ungodly speed, but to a different destination this time.
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"NO. DON'T COME NEAR ME."

"Jimin, buddy. It's me, your doctor. I need to treat you so that you recover soon. Please, let me help you."

"NO. CALL TAEHYUNGSHI."

"He is on his way buddy. Please put the scalpel down. You will hurt yourself." Jin takes a step forward to retrieve the sharp tool Jimin had got his hands on due the nurse's irresponsibility.

"DON'T COME NEAR ME. I WILL HURT YOU." Jimin once again clutches the scalpel out at Jin in defence, eyes red from fear and tears.

"Jiminah!"

Jimin's gaze immediately softens at the voice and he snaps his head at the door.

"Taehyungshi!" He squeals from relief.

"I'm here. Please put the scalpel down." He says with a smile, so that he doesn't scare away the man.

Jimin nods and keeps the thing down on the side table as he watches Taehyung approach his bed.

I'll be fine.

Taehyung looks at the purple-haired male with affection, masking the amount of pain he feels seeing him like this, scared and broken.

Jimin throws himself onto the younger, hugging him like his life depends on it, when the latter reaches at a fair proximity.

"Don't leave me alone Taehyungshi. Everyone is scary. They hurt me. I don't like them touching me. Just please don't leave ever again." Jimin mumbles into the hug.

"I won't ever leave you Jimin. But please, let the doctors and nurses help you. They aren't bad people."

"NO. I dont... I don't like it."

"Okay. If I'll be here, you'll let them do their work?"

Jimin turns his head to look at the doctor, still holding Taehyung.

"Buddy, I'm like your big brother. You can even call me Jin Hyung. I promise I won't hurt you." Jin says with his classic comforting voice.

"Yes Jimin. He is a good man. When you were unconscious, it was him who took care of you when I had to run errands. You're in trusted hands."

"I don't trust anyone. I don't." The older returns back to nuzzling his face into Taehyung's chest.

"Please Jiminah. For me?" The younger looks at him with his puppy eyes.

Jimin contemplates for a while. When he had once said, Taehyung's hypnotic eyes don't work on anyone but him, this is exactly what he meant.

"O-okay!"

"Thank-"

"But you'll stay here. Close to me. Don't go out."

"Okay done. I'll be here." He flashes his iconic boxy grin, happy that his puppy eyes still worked.

Jin smiles tiredly at the two boys, taking slow steps so that he doesn't startle Jimin in any way.

The older detangles himself from Taehyung and sits properly on the bed. His right palm is wrapped around Taehyung's left arm wrist, because his right wrist was already wounded. Not that Jimin knows of it.

"Here, let me change that horribly huge bandage on your head." Jin unclips the gauge and starts unwrapping it.

Taehyung's eyes shut tightly at the shooting pain at his wrist, as the older clutches him with all his might so that he doesn't push the doctor away aggressively.

After about ten minutes, it's done. The younger slowly loosens Jimin's grip and wipes off any traces of blood around his nails, when the older wasn't paying attention.

"You see buddy. It's easy. You did well. I'll see you around tomorrow, kids."

Jin says his goodbye and was about to leave when he spots a blotch of blood on the white bed sheet beside Jimin. He was about to question it but Taehyung shakes his head in a no, subtly.

Jin nods in understanding.

"Also, buddy, may I borrow your friend for a few minutes. He needs to fill some paper work."

"No. He'll stay."

"Please."

Jimin glances at the brunette for some agreement.

"It's okay Jimin. I'll be here in two minutes. If Doctor is asking I shouldn't be impolite to him. Right?"

The older reluctantly hums in compliance.

"Come soon."

"I will."

Jin takes the younger out and to his own cabin.

"Is everything fine doctor? Is Jimin okay? Is there any complications?"

"Jimin is absolutely fine. But you aren't. Show me your wrist."

Taehyung extends his bandaged right hand.

"Very clever. Show me the other one."

He doesn't move.

"Taehyung, show it."

He then hesitantly extends his now soar wrist, nail marks red from blood.

"Let me clean that mess, again." Jin glares at him before grabbing the first aid.

"Why don't you retract your hand when it starts to hurt. It'll loosen Jimin's grip on you and he can hold it again, without actually hurting you."

"It's okay."

"Look at your hand. It's not okay. These will hurt, Taehyung. Even when you do something as simple as writing."

"Jimin's hurting more."

Jin stops momentarily at the boy's words. He then chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

"What happened doctor?"

"Nothing much kid. You reminded me of my husband."

"Your husband? How?"

"It's a long story. I'll tell you sometime later. Let's return you to your best friend first or he'll actually drive that scalpel into me tomorrow."

Taehyung giggles and bows to Jin taking his leave.

"And Taehyung?"

"Yes doctor?"

"You can call me hyung as well."

"Uh okay Doc... Aaish. Jin Hyung!" Taehyung grins at him and exits the door.

"You care for him like Joonie cares for me!" The doctor speaks to himself in the empty room, with a proud and nostalgic smile adoring his handsome face.

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"I'm back."

Taehyung enters Jimin's ward with a bright smile, and finds himself enticed when the older returns the smile after days that feels like it's been eons since he saw him smile like that.

Those adorable eye smiles. I missed it so much!

"How are you feeling now?" He says, coming back to reality as he places the files onto the table and walks to sit on the stool beside Jimin's bed.

"Everything hurts, but a little less." He says truthfully.

"You'll be okay Jimin."

"Mhm."

"How are things going on in the office?"

"It's all good. Darla has sent me all the important contracts that I need to review and sign. I'll do it here and send them back tomorrow."

"Okay."

Jimin intently stares at the male sitting beside him, his head hanging low.

"Is there something you want to say?" Jimin asks, when the younger shows no signs of moving his head up to look at him.

"The police will come here tomorrow morning to take your statement."

"Oh."

"Are you... Are you okay to talk to them?"

Jimin stiffens at the question.

No. He's not okay. He is not okay with reliving everything. He's not okay to verbalise it for a bunch of strangers. He's not okay to tell them who did this to him. He's scared.

"I-I'll try, Tae!"

"I'll be with you. Don't worry. If it gets overwhelming, we'll stop. Don't stress yourself about it. Okay?"

"Okay!" He flashes a meek smile to Taehyung.

"You should rest now. It's already too late. You've had your dinner right?"

"Yes. That soup tastes like antiseptic." Jimin makes a disgusted expression to which Taehyung giggles.

"A few more days and then I can feed you my delicious home-cooked meals."

"I don't want to die of food poisoning and I surely don't want you to die in a house fire, Taehyungshi."

"Oh my gosh, I'm highly offended Jiminah."

"You literally blew up the pot just by boiling water that day. What do you expect me to say?"

"That was the first time c'mon. Cut me some slack I'm younger."

"You don't treat me like I'm older. Do you?" Jimin raises his brows.

"I... Okay fine. But I really want to cook for you. I wish I could." He sighs.

"Just please don't try cooking all by yourself."

"You don't trust me." The brunette pouts.

"Ofcourse not in such life threatening matters." Jimin bluffs.

"Aaish. Now stop talking. Go to sleep."

"You'll go back?"

"You want me to?"

After a little pause, Jimin speaks.

"No."

"I'm staying, anyway!"

Jimin closes his eyes as the younger's delicate yet masculine fingers play with his hair, sending him to a relaxing euphoria.

"Tae?"

"Hmm."

"What happened between you and her?"

"Well, you don't have to think about it. I'm no more answerable to anyone but you regarding the decisions I make. You are all I want to care for right now. And forever." He smiles, feeling weirdly elated for speaking it aloud.

Jimin doesn't ask more. He knows enough already. But he just wanted to hear it from Taehyung. He finds himself fighting from a stubborn smile that was trying to creep onto his lips hearing the last line.

"Goodnight, Chim!"

"Goodnight, TaeTae!"

Jimin had decided this morning that he'll ask Taehyung to go home and rest, instead of sleeping in the hospital uncomfortably which he has been doing past a week, given how exhausted the younger looks. But now he was being selfish.

He needs Taehyung by his side like a drug right now or else he'll go insane from all the chaos his body, mind and soul are in after the incident. It is just his presence that's keeping him from slipping into something irrevocably dark and void.

Soon enough, the drug and exhaustion takes over and Jimin starts to go into a deep slumber. His palm move sleepily to reach for Taehyung's. Cuddling the left arm of the younger close to his chest, he sleeps, finally.

Taehyung was bent over to Jimin, a little, due to the grip. He smiles at him, finding it absolutely adorable that the older's cheeks were all squished into his arm and looked extra puffy.

His gaze then abruptly falls on the bandage over the older's forehead and a frown appears on his face.

I will get to you soon Yejun!

Taehyung wishes that tomorrow, Jimin is able to testify about the culprit and that fucker can be behind the bars soon after thorough investigation.

Kissing the older on his cheeks, because he just wanted to, he lays his head down on the empty space of bed beside Jimin. He soon dozes off, hearing the soft snores of the purple-haired male, melodious to his ears, forgetting the files he was supposed to work on.
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"Goodmorning Mr. Park. We would like to ask you a few questions, if you are comfortable enough?"

Jimin remains quiet at the police officer's question.

"Jiminah, you will answer them, right?"

Jimin moves his gaze from front to his side at Taehyung, trying to absorb some or any bit of strength he can to go on with the procedure.

"Mr. Park?"

"A-ask..."

"So, did you leave your house that day?"

"Yes. 6:30 in m-morning..."

"To go where?"

"T-to Cafe Magnate."

"It was still too early. Why did you go if it wasn't open?"

"It's his dad's cafe. He takes care of it." Taehyung pitches in.

"Oh. So you went inside?"

"Yes."

"What happened after that?"

"I... I wanted to take a day off. So I sat inside for a while before sending a mail from my phone to Darla, Taehyung's secretary, about the same."

He pauses.

"What happened after that?"

"I left the cafe, locking it behind me when... When t-they..."

The memories flood back into his conscious brutally, causing his breath to hitch all of a sudden. He grabs Taehyung's shirt frantically, trying to breath normally again.

"Jimin, are you okay? What happened? Relax, no one's asking you anything. Please just breath." The younger panics looking at his state.

Jin, who was standing behind the door all the while, enters quickly hearing the commotion inside.

"I'm sorry Officers, but I don't think he'll be able answer to any of your questions for a while. He's having such fits since the time he has woken up, and we need to treat that once his physical injuries heal considerably."

The officers nod at the doctor, understanding the situation.

"It's fine Doctor Kim. I've seen such cases a lot. We'll do the needful once Mr. Park is well and willing enough to answer. I'll take my leave for now. Thankyou."

They bow to Jin and he mimics the same, before turning his attention back to the troubled boy on the bed.

"Jimin. Buddy! They all are gone. Relax. And try concentrating on your breathing." Jin speaks scooting closer to him.

Jimin catches this little movement of the oldest and backs away quickly towards Taehyung, still breathing hard. Jin halts in his steps and signs the younger to help instead.

"Shh. Jimin. Here, look at me." He sits beside him, holding his face in his palm softly.

Jimin resists at first, but eventually looks at his eyes. He finds his hand being placed on Taehyung's chest over his shirt.

Warm!

He can feel the rise and fall with every breath the younger was taking.

"Concentrate!"

Jimin tries to sync his erratic breathing with that of the younger's somewhat calmer ones, looking all the while into his heart and tear filled eyes without a blink.

Gradually, he comes back down from the high and finds himself feeling exhausted and dizzy. He tries hard to not let go of those beautiful brown orbs but his eyes start to droop and slowly, he slips into unconsciousness, his hand dropping from over the younger's chest lifelessly.

The last thing he remembers before passing out is Taehyung's bass voice calling out to him, extremely scared.

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"Relax kid. He is okay. He just fainted due to hyperventilation. Stop wailing."

Jin's words seem to have absolutely no effect on Taehyung as he continues to cry like a little baby, sitting in the doctor's cabin.

He doesn't even know why he's crying. He had made sure that he was done with it on the park bench. But everytime Jimin's current scenario invades his memory, the urge to cry gets stronger.

Maybe he just needs to be ensured that Jimin is going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.

Jin gets up from his chair behind his desk to go to Taehyung, and sits beside him on another chair.

"Do you want to talk about anything?"

Taehyung shakes his head in a no, wiping the tears with his shirt's sleeve.

"Are you sure? You can share. I won't judge."

Jin keeps a warm hand over the younger, trying to ease him from his apprehensions. Taehyung couldn't help but break down completely at the enormous brotherly touch and voice of the doctor.

He hugs Jin and sobs bitterly yet again, soaking the white lab coat of the oldest in process, not that the latter minds it.

"Shhh. Cry all you want. It's okay!"

"Those bastards hurt my Jimin so much. Jimin is so scared it makes me want to rip their hearts out. I want to kill them all. I hate the fact that I cannot do anything for him right now." He cries.

"You are his only source of trust keeping him sane. You need to believe in yourself, so that you can be of help to Jimin." Jin caresses the younger's back in slow strokes.

"I'm so useless. I couldn't save him. I haven't even punished his culprits. I hurt him the day before all of this happened. Only if I wasn't the coward that I am, he wouldn't have faced this. He wouldn't have gone out that day. It is all my fault. I'm..." His voice trials off and merges with the wailing he's been doing since past an hour.

"What's done, is done, kid. You are not to be blamed. And I know no more but even if you were at fault, it's useless to blame."

Taehyung doesn't say anything. He just clutches onto the doctor, now fairly silent, mind entirely empty.

Jin notices this and slowly detaches himself from the embrace and faces him.

"Taehyung, can I ask you something?"

He nods.

"What is more important? Punishing those who did what they did to Jimin, or taking care of him so that he recovers soon?"

"Taking care."

"So keep your resentful energy aside for the time being. It is messing with you. Calm down, and just make Jimin feel better. About himself. About others."

"What about those-"

"They can be dealt with later. They'll not escape Karma after hurting such a sweet boy so devastatingly. But what you have to do is be the hope to Jimin that everything will be alright. He'll be alright." Jin says rather firmly. The manchild in front of him needs to get his priorities right.

"You understand?"

"I do. I'll concentrate on Jimin for now."

"I'm glad. Are you okay now?"

"I am. Thankyou Hyung. I feel better!"

Jin smiles brightly at the honorific he was referred with. He attempts to speak something but the intercom summons him to tend to some emergency patient.

"I'll take my leave now. If you feel distressed ever again, you can come see me when I'm not busy. Okay?"

"Yes Hyung, thanks again. I'll go see Jimin now." Taehyung smiles weakly and both the men depart from the cabin simultaneously, to different destinations.
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Two weeks later...

"No."

"Yes you will."

"I said I won't go to office leaving you here alone and that's it."

"For once Taehyungshi, I'm your hyung. Listen to me."

Taehyung pouts deeply, looking cutely annoyed.

"That isn't working. Get your ass down to the office and take care of my hard earned baby instead of me."

"We made it together. It's our baby, not just yours. So we will go there together after you are well eno-."

"YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED?"

"What?" "The fuck?"

Both Jimin and Taehyung's head snaps toward Jin, who looks utterly scandalized and betrayed, standing at the door wide eyed.

"You... You said you made baby!?!"

Taehyung's face immediately turns red at how his words might have sounded to the oldest, whereas Jimin laughs his lungs out at the change of mood.

"What? Why is he laughing? And why are you-" A confused Jin is interrupted by a flustered Taehyung.

"No Jin hyung I wasn't talking about an actual human baby for God's sake. It was just a reference to our company. And even if it wasn't that, how even can you reach to a conclusion of marriage from baby? We are both guys. Oh God!" Taehyung almost cries out of embarassment.

"Oh. It's so very much possible for two men married to each other to have a baby through surrogacy." Jin blabbers facts as his expressions return back to normal once he hears the explanation.

"Stop laughing Jiminah! This is so embarassing."

"Y-you... Look a-at your f-face... Oh God.. I can't..."

And there he goes again!

Jin couldn't help but join Jimin in his laughter fit, finding it amusing how infectious the boy's giggle was.

"Aaish. C'mon." Taehyung whines looking at the two men practically crying from all the snickering.

"Okay okay. I'm the handsomest as well as the oldest, so I'll behave."

The brunette rolls his eyes at Jin's words.

"I came here to let you both know that Jimin is fairly healed to be discharged. You can take him home tomorrow."

Jimin's laughter gradually comes to a halt, eyes still holding the most delicate smile. Taehyung too gets over his flustered self and beams with happiness, looking at him.

"This is such a good news. Finally I'll get to un-eat the antiseptic soup after two horrendous weeks."

"And you'll get to eat my delicious masterpieces."

"Hell no. I'm well enough to cook. Isn't it Jin hyung?"

"Not entirely buddy. You still need ample amount of rest. And the medicines from your therapy might make you moody. You may or may not want to cook!" Jin winks playfully after saying the last line.

"And that's it. I'm feeding you Chim!" Taehyung grins at Jimin.

"Lord help me!" He sighs dramatically.

Just then, they hear a knock at the door. Jin summons the person inside, much to the other two's surprise.

"Kids, say hi to my moon." He gleams radiantly, referring to the person standing beside him, who gives him a little peck on his cheeks.

He is tall. Quiet buff. Looks like hulk. But his face drips of a calming serenity. A weird combination, but not intimidating, with those dimples adoring his flushed cheeks. A black beanie is slipped onto his head, giving a sneak peek of his silver locks escaping from underneath the rim.

"..." "..."

"Why are you two gaping like fishes? Say hi to my dear husband, Kim Namjoon. Also, my moon!" He looks at the man with heart eyes, blushing all the while.

"Oh. Umm, hello Mr. Kim. Nice to meet you." Jimin says a little hesitantly, still sitting on the bed but unintentionally shifts closer to the younger due to the presence of a stranger.

"Nice to meet you too Jimin."

The purple-haired male gasps in surprise.

"How do you know my name?"

"Jin talks about the two of you a lot. He even ship-"

"OKAY Enough! That's enough interaction again. Why are you here Joonie?"

"Uh. I just missed you. So I thought to meet you before I leave for the studio." He speaks shyly, contrary to the huge tough looking man he is.

Jimin seems to sit there in awe, admiring the lovely couple in front of him. He doesn't notice his fingers curl around that of Taehyung's on the bed involuntarily.

"That's so thoughtful of you. And it's good you came. These kids will be gone from here tomorrow." Jin says sadly.

"Aww Jin Hyung, don't be sad. We'll visit you often. Isn't it Tae?"

And the aforementioned male hears nothing. He seems to be majorly zoned out into some sort of life altering reasonings.

"Taehyungshi?" Jimin nudges him. His gaze travels to where the younger was looking and he instantly yanks his hand away from the unintentionally interlocking of their fingers getting all flustered. He thus ends up snapping Taehyung out of his daydream quite harshly.

"Huh? What?"

"W-where are you lost? You didn't even wish Jin hyung's husband."

"I'm really sorry. Good evening Mr. Kim. I'm Kim Taehyung." They shake hands and all the three settle down on their spots, Jin besides Namjoon on the little couch and Taehyung besides Jimin on the bed, having a warm conversation.

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"Where are we going?"

"To my house?"

"What? Why? I've my own house for your very kind information."

"So? Your house doesn't have me."

True.

"What the hell? Seriously, Tae, why are we going to your house? And isn't Tzuyu..." Jimin's words trail off as he remembers the horrendous day when everything went wrong.

"We broke up that day." Taehyung says gravely, eyes still on the road as he drives towards his house.

Jimin doesn't speak further. Maybe it was his fault that the latter had his two years of relationship ruined for something of two minutes.

"And no it's not your fault." Taehyung says, guessing the older's thoughts.

"You two didn't talk it out?"

"There is nothing to talk about. Instead, I guess I need to rethink a lot of stuff going on with me lately."  He smiles reassuringly at Jimin, who just hums at his words.

He averts his gaze to the window, watching the cars drive past him in an animatic manner. It's 11 AM right now. And everyone is rushing to their workplace, tiring themselves for one more day, finding a reason to survive.

What is his reason to survive? For all he knew, Yejun wanted to kill him. Jimin could have given up too, after being extremely exhausted from all the struggle and pain. But just one ringing of phone kept him from giving up.

Why did Taehyung call that morning?

He didn't want to die without hearing what his Tae had to say to him. He couldn't attend the call because he was kidnapped just when the phone started to ring. He knew it was Tae, from the custom ringtone set for him.

And so, he decided, he had to fight back. Seizing one faint opportunity, he ran, summoning all the strength from every single cell of his body. He ran until he knew he will be found by people who will save him. And then his body gave up as he collapsed by the ally. The last thing he knew was a cry for help that had left his throat, hoping anyone would hear him and bring him to Taehyung.

His thoughts go back to the day he had decided to move on from the brunette for his own good. But thinking of it now, the moment that could have easily been his last breath, even then, all he could think of was the brunette. If he was Jimin's weakness, he's also his source of strength.

How do I give up on you ?!

"What are you thinking, Jiminah?"

"Huh?"

"We are here. Since past five minutes I'm waiting for you to realise that the scenery outside is not moving anymore." Taehyung chuckles.

Jimin awkwardly scratches his nape, apologizing for his distracted self.

"Apology accepted. Let's get you inside now."

The two best friends smile radiantly at each other before exiting the car and moving inside the house as Taehyung unlocks the door.

Damn, the whole place smells like your perfume.

"Are you okay?"

"Why?"

"Why did you take such a deep breath? Shall I open the windows? Is it suffocating inside?" Taehyung moves frantically around to open the windows while Jimin chuckles at the younger's behaviour.

"Relax Tae. I'm okay. It's just, the place smells good."

Just like you.

"Oh. Is it? I didn't really do any cleaning at all past so many days. I don't know why would you say that." He laughs awkwardly.

Jimin simply nods in affirmation and moves to sit on the couch. He was still a bit weary from the travel.

"Hey Chim. You must be tired. Wanna have an afternoon nap? Meanwhile I'll give a quick visit to the office and will bring your stuff from your house as well."

"Mhm. The keys are in my..." Jimin pauses looking at a haughtily smirking Taehyung jingling the keys in his hands, the spare ones.

"Well nevermind I said that. I'll go make myself comfortable at the guest room then." Jimin sighs, shuffling around to stand but a wave of dizziness hits him causing him to crash right back at the couch.

"Hey careful." Taehyung quickly reaches the older, concerned.

"It's nothing. I'm okay. Just the general weakness. It'll go awa- oh my god. What are you doing Taehyungshi?"

Jimin gasps as Taehyung picks him up from the couch, bridal style and starts walking towards the guest room. The older's hand automatically wraps itself around the brunette's neck, to secure his position.

"You don't need to walk around when I'm here. I'll carry you."

"That's ridiculous!"

"You don't mind it, do you?"

Jimin lowers his face deeply to avoid giving out the blush that has crept up on his cheeks before huffing at the younger.

Taehyung laughs yet again, satisfied from the rendering the purple-haired man in his arms speechless. And this time, he doesn't fail to notice the prominent presence of the millions of butterflies inside his stomach.

And this isn't some stupid sickness for heaven's sake. It was because of Jimin. It is because of Jimin.

And it will always be because of you!

Taehyung places the older on the edge of the bed, glancing at his eyes too close to his own.

Stars as always. But he collects his thoughts back and stands properly.

"I think I should leave now. If you want to eat... You may order something healthy. I'm sorry for not being of help in this department." He pouts sadly.

"I will. Go soon and come back soon. I'll wait. And also, don't be pouty."

It makes me want to kiss you again only for you not feel anything again.

Taehyung grins and leaves Jimin in the room, with his thoughts, a serene quietude and the mysterious scent.
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"Why the fuck are you lurking around his house? Are you not done with ruining his life enough?"

"I just wanted to see him. The receptionist said he was discharged today. So-"

"So you decided it'll for the best to show yourself to the man you clearly don't care enough about."

"You don't deserve to say these words, Kim."

"And you definitely are the last person who can decide that for me, Jeon."

"I-"

"Did you really help Lee Yejun to get away with what he did to Jimin?"

"..."

"You really are as pathetic as him. How could you even take side of a rapist? How are you not guilty enough? It should have killed you more than a million times to even think of doing something like that, given the fact that you were once Jimin's boyfriend. You never cared? Was it so fake?"

"He... He did what?" Jungkook asks in a quivering voice.

"Who did what?" Taehyung snaps at him.

"Ye-Yejun... You said r-rapist..."

"You don't know?"

"I know Jimin was kidnapped and injured, beaten. Was he..."

"Yes he was molested. Your fucking dick of a boss or whatever, he or his minions sexually abused my Jimin." Taehyung was visibly shaking with anger while Jungkook looks on, shocked at the information.

He didn't know this bit. Yejun lied to him. And he saved his ass for such a monstrosity he inflicted on Jimin. The Jimin he claimed to be in love with.

What did I do!?!

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It was night and both Jimin and Taehyung had retired for their good night sleep.

But Alas!

They keep tossing and turning continuously on the bed in their respective rooms.

During the stay in hospital, Jimin had gotten used to sleep with Taehyung's fingers playing with his hair. And the latter had gotten used to sleep hearing the soft rise and fall of the older's breath.

And now, both are wide awake due to the lack the other's warmth. Jimin groans at how much he craves for the brunette. He gets out of his duvet and walks towards Taehyung's bedroom, determined that he'll come back after having a glance. Nothing more.

It's okay Jimin . It's fine. It's alright.

As he pushes the door open, reminding himself that it was just a one time thing and that he won't do it from tomorrow, he finds the bed empty.

"Tae?" He calls out, thinking that he might be in the washroom, but frowns when no one answers.

"Taehyungshi are you inside?" He still gets no reply. The light is switched off as well, so he might not be inside, Jimin thinks.

Since the room was lit dimly from only the table lamp, he doesn't quite see clearly and shrieks with all his might at the silhouette standing at the door as he turns around.

The silhouette shrieks equally loudly, before flicking on the switch of lights in the room.

"What the fuck, Jimin. Why did you yell?"

"Why the fuck did you yell? And who walks in like that, looking like a fucking ghost? I almost burst my lung." Jimin says loudly, trying to calm his breath from the horror.

"I just went to the kitchen. How would I know you'll invade my bedroom in the meantime?" He walks past Jimin as he places the jug of water on the side table, huffing.

"I didn't invade anything. I just..." Jimin pauses, hesitating to speak further.

"You couldn't sleep?"

He shakes his head cutely.

"Me neither. Come here." Taehyung forwards his hand to Jimin, shifting to one side of the bed to make space for the older.

Jimin doesn't move immediately. He still has his doubts. Afterall, with every endearing action of the brunette, he was falling a little more for him, if it was even possible. And it hasn't been a good experience in the past.

Taehyung senses his hesitancy and gets up from the bed to approach Jimin. He picks him up bridal style yet again and walks back to place him on his bed softly. He then climbs over from the other side, and lays there propping up on his elbow, facing the purple-haired man.

Jimin simply relishes in the attention instead of protest, not wanting to ruin the moment by words. The silence was enough. It was fulfilling.

"I'm here now. You can sleep." He sinks his long fingers into the purple hair, to which Jimin sighs, relaxing under the touch.

"Why were you hesitant? It's not like you haven't slept here before, when I used to have nightmares."

"Better safe than sorry!" Jimin mumbles lowly with his eyes closed, but Taehyung hears it anyway.

He feels a pang of guilt hit his heart strongly. Even if Jimin didn't love him and his assumption was a huge misunderstanding, it still was such a cruel thing he did to him, that day. And now, he wants to make it all right.

He places a soft airy kiss on Jimin's forehead, causing him to open his eyes in surprise at the negligible touch.

"I'm sorry for that day, Jimin. I'm sorry for making you go through all that media attention. And I'm sorry for causing you trouble with my drunken self."

"Tae, it's okay. I had told you back then itself that it was alright."

"And I'm sorry for lying."

"Lying? Lying about what?"

"That I didn't feel anything when I kissed you. It was such a nonsense I spouted. Infact, I felt a whole fucking universe of ecstasy, sheer excitement and satisfaction when I kissed you. Both the times. It felt so wrong but still so perfect. It was exhilarating. But I was scared of the feeling. It was different. Too different and way too strong for me. What scared me the most is the fact that I wanted to do it again. Feel it again. I... I don't know. I've never felt like that even when I used to kiss her. It was simply better with you. But given the situation we were dealing with at that time, I was more than scared to even think of a possibility to accept it. I'm... I'm really sorry."

A tear drops on Jimin's cheek, after leaving Taehyung's eyes. The latter wipes it off softly whispering sorries all along.

Jimin seems to have frozen for a while, unable to process anything right away. He simply stares at the teary brunette with tender eyes, chuckling at how much of a baby this man is.

"Do I look so awful while crying that you'll laugh?" Taehyung sniffs dramatically.

"Mhm." Jimin smiles widely as he pulls the younger into a hug and giggles as Taehyung nuzzles into the crook of his neck.

"Aish. Stop doing that. It tickles."

"I'll grant you mercy only this once, for obvious reasons." Taehyung says, moving himself away, but still close enough to feel the warmth of Jimin.

"I'm thankful, your Majesty! And why are you crying? I'm happy you told me."

"Your red from crying face haunts me everyday since then. It hurt so much to think that I hurt you. I'm such an awful friend."

Friend? That's it?

"C'mon, don't say that to my Taehyungshi. He isn't awful. He's everything I'll ever want, for myself to cherish." Jimin says with a dreamy, angelic smile, making the younger absolutely melt at the sight.

Taehyung holds the older's handful of cheeks in his palm delicately, wanting to speak something but the words just won't come out.

"I..."

Jimin looks on in anticipation, his heart almost at his throat from the way the brunette was gazing at him.

"I..."

Fucking speak Goddamit!

"I... I think... We should sleep, Jiminah!" He sighs, as Jimin follows suit.

"Yeah." He says and turns around only for Taehyung to pull him close to himself after a few moments, his face lying close to the older's neck humming some unknown melody in his heavy voice. Jimin too wraps his hand around the younger's arm and smiles widely, closing his eyes.

He is happy. So absolutely delighted to hear he wasn't the only one who was wrecked with that ungodly kiss of theirs. Yes he did stop expecting the younger to love him back. But small joys like these, never hurt anyone, do they?
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"Why are you so obsessed of that man? Yeah he's hot and all, but c'mon. There's nothing special about him."

"I can say the same about JK. You are still whipped of him, isn't it? Even when he spits right onto your face with his world class profanities."

"It's different. You won't understand what we have."

"Yeah? That's just toxic little bro. Find yourself a better man. You are too soft for his kinks." She winks, laughing mockingly.

"The way I want to strangle you at times. I swear if you weren't my sister, you wouldn't have lived this far."

"Awww did my little brother get offended?" She gulps down her vodka shot, smirking at Yejun.

"Don't baby me." He huffs, pouring more drink into his glass.

"Or what? You'll kill me? Coward! You had one job. One job, Yejun."

"Your fault. Why did you have to call me in the middle of it?"

"It was literally five minutes. Five fucking minutes and he escaped just like that. And what were you doing keeping him alive for so long? I clearly asked you to end his existence. Didn't I?"

"I had my own revenge to take care of."

"You just wanted Jimin. Don't make it look like you were avenging him for stealing JK."

"What is mine, remains mine. JK is my toy to play with. And I don't share my toys." He says, glaring hard at the woman sitting in front him.

"And I've the same wickedness running through me as you, lil' bro. Kim Taehyung is mine. He shouldn't have broken up with me. I've done a lot, sacrificed a lot, sinned a lot. Just for him to like me."

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"Shut off the alarm will you Jiminah?" Taehyung elbows Jimin with closed eyes, snuggling more into the comforter, only to receive a low groan.

"Chim! It's on your side, just shut it."

"Huh?!?" A confused and very sleepy Jimin tries to comprehend but fails and dozes off again, snoring faintly.

The phone alarm keeps increasing in volume with every minute missed.

"Aish. Get up pabo and shut that thing now. My ears hurt."

"Then do it yourself and let me sleep." He pulls the comforter over him blocking out the brunette's word royally.

"Ughhh..." Taehyung stretches himself over Jimin and tries to get his hands on the phone lying on the side table but it's too far. He stretches a little more but his fingers knock the phone down instead as he looses balance and falls right over the shorter male's stomach harshly.

"Ow what the fuck! Kim Taehyung you don't dare destroy my sleep or I'll make you vanish in thin air. GET OFF ME YOU HEAVY GRASSHOPPER!"

"Don't yell. I told you to switch it off as its near to you, but no. Now it fell down. Pabo!" He argues back, the morning moodswing catching up to him.

"Fucking fine. I'll do it. Move!" Jimin tries to push him off of him in annoyance but instead, finds the younger crawl up from his stomach to his face.

The older looks at him confused, although the blush immediately creeps up his cheeks at being in the proximity of the man who's looking like a snack in his messy bed hair and dazed and glossy brown eyes.

"Goodmorning, Chim!" Taehyung says with a boxy grin, gazing at the purple-haired male adorably.

Jimin tries to keep going with his frown but breaks into a wide grin, unable to help when the younger ruffles his fading purple hair playfully.

"Morning, TaeTae! What's with that smile and good mood all of a sudden?" He says, his hands encircling the brunette on top him.

Taehyung senses it and makes himself more comfortable over the older, loving every second of the moment. It has always been him to initiate any kind of closeness between them in the past. And it was mostly driven by his jealousy, possessiveness and sudden desire.

But right now when it's initiated by Jimin, it's peaceful, it's free of guilt, driven by nothing but...

Love!

The younger feels contented being in his embrace. And he longs to be like that, forever. To be with his Chim forever.

"I'm just happy."

"And why are you so happy?"

Because I think I figured out what's wrong with me.

"Because I had a very good night." He nears the older's face by an inch.

"And?"

"And because you are so soft to cuddle." He leans in a little more.

Jimin laughs, blushing profusely at the brunette's words and actions.

"And?" Jimin innocently looks on but his heart thuds loudly underneath the brunette.

"And because..." Taehyung stops speaking, lips awfully close to the other's. Jimin waits.

For what though? The words or the Kiss?

"And because waking up next to a certified pabo is always the best." He boops his nose to that of Jimin and gets away laughing before the latter can hit him.

"Come back you little piece of pie. It's not even the start of the day and you called me pabo thrice."

And left me craving for more, like everytime!

"Wait till I wake up again. I'll avenge it all. Just wait." Jimin mumbles loudly in furstration only to hear Taehyung's laughter echo all around as he enters the attached bathroom.

Just when the door shuts, blocking his voice and Jimin finally gets cozy into his blanket again, the alarm starts ringing in the loudest volume yet again.

"OH MY GOD, TAEHYUNGSHI I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR FUCKING PHONE." And he actually does it, picking up phone from the floor and throwing it mercilessly on the bathroom door, causing it to stop ringing immediately.

"JIMIN, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?" Taehyung yells from inside.

Ignoring all the musical yellings, the purple-haired hair male dozes off into his much needed beauty sleep.
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"Will you be able to do it in this lifetime Jeon?"

"Don't Jeon me. I'm trying okay. It's just, that motherfucker Yejun is such a bitch. He sniffs it before I even try to make my first move and somehow makes it difficult for me."

"Aren't you like, his closest subordinate or something?"

"Yeah but he's too smart. He has kept a lot of things hidden from me."

"You are absolutely good for nothing."

"I swear to all hell, Kim. If not for Jiminie, I would have castrated you right here."

"As if you were to be left unscathed."

"Fuck off."

"Says the asshole."

Taehyung huffs angrily before dashing out of the dull cabin of an abandoned warehouse.

Him and Jungkook had been meeting each other lately. Ofcourse not out of goodwill but to plan on taking down Lee Yejun. Both of them have had enough of that man's atrocities.

"What the hell is your problem, Kim?" Jungkook yells, running behind Taehyung.

"You. And anyone related to you is my problem."

"Fucking stop running away. I've to ask you something."

"What?" He snaps, stopping in his tracks.

"Can I... Can I see Jimin?"

"No."

"Please. I could have barged in without your knowledge as well. But I don't want to scare him after what you told me. Just once, please. If he doesn't want to meet me, I'll go away. Promise."

"Haah, what do you think I'll do of your promise? And no, I don't trust you. And after all that you did for Yejun, I'm not one bit convinced that I'll let you lay eyes on Jimin ever again."

"Taehyung, just once. Please."

The brunette doesn't yell again as when he sees Jungkook almost beg to him, his voice cracking.

"I'll have to ask Jimin. I can't decide on his behalf."

"Okay. Sure. I'll be okay with whatever he decides." Jungkook smiles at the reply.

"And get your hands on atleast some of Yejun's illegal holdings, so that we have a solid evidence to start with. Because you clearly destroyed everything against him related to Jimin's case."

Jungkook's smile falter at his words. He reminisces how Yejun had threatened him for Jimin that day and he had to give up on any kind of protest.

"I honestly wouldn't have stopped you that day from killing Yejun but death is too easy for him. I want him to suffer every inch of humiliation. I want to ruin everything for him. And I believe you want it too."

"For what he did to Jimin and what he made me do, I've never been more satisfied in trying to destroy someone. But God, it takes me so much to not strangle or stab him to death, whenever I see him around." Jungkook says, enraged and determined.

Taehyung nods in agreement.

"I'll take my leave now. I'll text you the day and time, if Jimin agrees."

"Mhm."

They walk away in different directions as the sun sets down giving way to the little stars twinkling mischeviously in the dark sky.
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"Taehyungshi, look what I made today." A happy Jimin skips out of the kitchen with a plate full of what looks like lots of strawberry slices.

Taehyung smiles widely seeing the older this bubbly, the feeling of fluttering butterflies in his abdomen never getting old.

"What is it?" He speaks as he walks in keeping his shoes out and hanging the overcoat on the hanger.

"I was bored so I baked a strawberry cake. Just the way you like. I even added a lots of strawberries over it. You're so gonna love it."

I love everything about you, Jiminah!

"Feed me. Let's see how it tastes."

"No. Go get freshened up. And then we can eat it after dinner."

"That's such a task. I'm too tired to wash." The younger sighs, tired, and plops on the couch messily.

"C'mon TaeTae, I'm hungry. Go wash up and I'll set our plates in the meantime." Jimin whines, trying to lift up the brunette from the couch but failing nevertheless.

In one such try, Taehyung tugs his hand with a little force, causing Jimin to crash right on top him in a straddling position. He locks his arms behind the older's back, blocking him from moving away.

"Now, what were you saying?"

"To... To..."

To what now? What was it again? Ah fuck you Tae!

"Yeah, I'm listening." He leans back on the headrest lazily, eyes closed, bringing Jimin down along with him.

"L-let me go!"

"I'm comfortable this way."

"But I'm not."

"Am I not soft enough?"

"You are. But..."

"But nothing. Reiterate everything you said before, and I'll let you go."

After a deep breath and praying all the lords to help him not stutter stupidly, Jimin speaks.

"I asked you to go wash up while I set the plates and then we can have our dinner."

"Why?"

"What why?"

"Why do you want to have dinner?"

"Because I'm... YOU FILTHY MINDED PIECE OF PIE. I meant hungry for food. LET ME GO NOW!" Jimin yells after understanding the context and Taehyung breaks into a fit of laughter, letting him go at once.

"When did you even get this shameless?" Jimin looks at him with mouth wide open.

"Learnt from the best!" Taehyung winks before getting up and walking towards his room, still chuckling loudly.

"Aish." Jimin covers his flustered face with his little fingers, giggling cutely.

After fifteen minutes, the table is set and they sit down on the furry rug to have dinner, with some random news channel running on the TV in low volume. But Jimin's attention goes to the Taehyung as he finds him a bit too quiet and tense as he eats.

"What happened? Is everything okay at the office?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you zoned out? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah everything's fine." He smiles.

But it doesn't convince Jimin. He moves his palm over the younger's, on the table and squeezes it lightly.

"Say."

"I met Jungkook."

The older leaves his hand at once, not knowing how to react to that information.

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"W-why did you meet him? What did you two talk?"

"He came by to ask about you." Taehyung doesn't speak of the part that concerns him, Jungkook and Yejun.

Oh.

"He wants to see you once. I denied. But..."

"But?"

"He looked genuinely sorry. So I told him I'll ask you. But now I feel bad to have even agreed in the first place."

Jimin blankly looks at the younger for a while, with several different thoughts coursing through his head before reaching to a conclusion.

"I... I will meet him." He says in a strangely stoic tone.

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I have a few things to ask him. Inform him to be here this weekend."

"Okay..." Taehyung pauses, mulling over his next words.

"Say."

"What?"

"I know you enough to sense when you want to speak. So, speak up."

"You are not mad at me if I agreed to him, right?" He asks sheepishly.

"Why should I be? I'm glad you thought to ask me first instead of just showing up at the door one day with him in tow."

Jimin goes back to eating like nothing happened while Taehyung eyes the cake sitting gloriously on the table. The older notices it and chuckles.

"Finish your food, then you can have it."

"But it's too tempting. I lost my appetite for the other things."

"No. You called me pabo. Thrice. Now bear the consequences." The older now glares.

"Please, Chim!" He pulls off the most cutest pout along with the puppy eyes staring deep into Jimin's.

"Aish. Fine." Jimin slices it and places a piece on the younger's plate, laughing as he looks at the cake with literal heart eyes.

"Taste it and tell me."

Taehyung takes a large bite and moans as the sweetness invades his taste buds.

"Oh God, this tastes like heaven. Wow, Jiminah, I never knew you were so good at baking."

"OoOooh this is so gooorrrddd." He takes another bite and speaks with food still in his mouth.

"Chef Jimin is happy to know you like it." Jimin smiles proudly as he averts his gaze from the younger, to the TV but freezes instantly.

His eyes tear up and small sobs escape his lips, alarming the younger. Taehyung looks at a distraught Jimin and immediately leaves everything behind as he scoots closer, worried. His eyes snap in the direction of the television, only to find his fist clenching in fury as an interview of Lee Yejun plays on it.

Jimin clings onto Taehyung, now sobbing bitterly on his shoulder. The latter switches off the TV as he snuggles Jimin closer to him in his embrace.

"Shh. It's okay. I'm here. No one's hurting you."

"Tae... Taehy- don't g-go away... He's... He's bad." Jimin keeps crying, scared and mumbling into the brunette's neck, soaking the T-shirt wet. He clutches him even closer as the memories of the event resurfaces, his body shivering gingerly.

"Jimin..." Taehyung speaks in a hushed voice into his ear waiting for him to respond.

The older hums.

"You don't have to suffer alone. Let me in as well. Let me cry along with you for all the things you went through. Share it all so that when it hurts again, you don't have to keep all of it inside you. Tell me what happened that day. Please!" Taehyung's voice crack by the end but he composes himself. Jimin needs him.

"It hurts to even think of it, Tae." Jimin says truthfully in a sore voice.

Taehyung adjusts him over his lap comfortably and holds his teary cheek with one arm, while the other is wrapped around him protectively.

"I know it does. But I don't want you to keep hurting all alone forever."

Jimin sniffs his red, tender nose a little, nodding at Taehyung with pearl studded eyes. He then grabs his palm over his cheeks and brings it onto his lap as he starts to speak.

"I couldn't sleep the whole night, after leaving you on the sidewalk. It was almost dawn when I went to bed, and somehow tried to sleep so that I don't, in office. But I couldn't. And so, I left for the cafe. It was too early but it was peaceful. I liked it. After sitting in there for a while, I decided I'll spend the day in the library. I needed some quietude, but not my home."

Taehyung listens intently as Jimin continues.

"So I mailed Darla because I thought you'll get worried if I disappeared without intimation and also I wasn't willing to message you just yet. After leaving the cafe, I had walked a few steps when my phone rang. I didn't have to look at the caller ID. I knew it was you." Jimin looks up at Taehyung with a loving smile causing the younger to skip a few heartbeats.

"I contemplated for a while whether to receive or decline. But you never call so early. So I was going to pick it up anyway. And then..."

"And then I found myself being stuffed into a van forcefully. I tried to shout. But no one heard. There weren't many people around, as it isn't a commercial area as you know. They all looked scary and big, in black masks."

"They took to me to a place that looked more of a warehouse. It was... It was dark. Those men..." His eyes tear up as he continues to speak.

"They... They started punching me. I tried to defend, Taehyungshi. I swear I did. But they were too many and too powerful. I couldn't stand them. They hit me like I was some ragdoll. They hit me untill I was unable to stand or even breathe properly. And... And then he came."

Hearing him start to take comparatively rapid breaths Taehyung's grip on Jimin grows stronger as he cocoons him into his arms safely.

"It was him. I can never forget his face. His touch. His lustful eyes. It was Yejun. He laughed seeing me lying there, helpless. He then approached me like he was a predator and I was his fucking prey."

"He... He asked everyone else to go out. It was just me and him in there. I tried to scoot as far from him as my body allowed, but it didn't help, Tae. He still caught up with me. He said that I was ruining his life. I didn't even understand what I did, untill he mentioned a JK. That I tried to steal his JK from him. He kept blabbering about his ploy with Jungkook with each disgusting step he took towards me."

"So you know about him..."

Jimin manages to nod in between his hiccups and blurred vision.

"I thought he will beat me up as well, like the others. But what he did was worse. He forced himself on me. He bit on my neck hungrily. He..." Tears were falling incessantly from Jimin's eyes as he kept looking down, eyes trained on where he was clutching Taehyung's hand.

"I tried so hard to protest. But his grip on my hands and neck was brutally tight. I failed to protect myself. He raped me. He said filthy words to me. He slapped me. He hit me. I cried. I yelled. I tried to kick him off of me. But nothing worked. I was in pain. A lot of pain Tae. I could have died then and there. But the thought of you didn't let me. After what felt like a thousand years, he got up to attend some call. He was walking away slowly."

Taehyung caresses Jimin's back trying to sooth down his heavy breathing.

"So, I somehow stood up and ran behind him as he opened the door. I tried to push him off the way but he was successful in piercing his pocket knife into my waist. I felt nothing. Atleast I wasn't caught again. All I could think then was to run away from that monster because his men weren't around anymore. So I did. I ran as fast as I can, untill I couldn't. I saw a few people gather around me. And so I gave up. I knew I'll be saved. After that, the next thing I remember is seeing your pretty face in the hospital."

Taehyung didn't know untill Jimin's small fingers caressed his cheeks that he had been crying silently.

Jimin didn't deserve this. And surprising enough, Taehyung felt every pain from the narration stab right into his heart, breaking a little more everytime he saw Jimin's tears because of it.

Taehyung hugs him close, passionately but carefully, afraid that he'll touch with a little more force and the older will vanish into thin air. Jimin melts into the hug and it's tenderness. He wraps his arms around Taehyung and they sit there like that for what seems like a lifetime, the food and cake been long forgotten.

As the tears start to dry up, Taehyung speaks in a hoarse whiny voice.

"I promise I'll always protect you hereafter with my life. I won't let anyone hurt you. Not even myself."

Jimin smiles weakly into his neck hearing that. He feels better, now that he has shared it to the him. It hurts a little less. It suffocates a little less.

"I trust you TaeTae."

"And I love you, Jiminah!"

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Jimin stills hearing Taehyung. Not again was he going to get best friend zoned, was he? And that too when he was being his most vulnerable self. His mind instantly goes back to the night in car and fresh new tears start pooling into his eyes.

"Y-you mean as b-"

"I love you. Jimin. More than mere best friends. I love you the way seas love the moon on a full moon night. And you are the moon to all my nights..."

Jimin takes a sharp breath hearing the brunette's voice, so full of emotions, sincerity and love. He breaks from the embrace to look into his eyes as the younger continues to speak.

"I love you the way mountains love the rising sun. And you are the sunrise to my every day..." He says, cupping the older's cheek into his palm once again, and Jimin leans into it, unable to keep himself from melting into the touch.

"I love you the way birds love their nest, their home to come back to, every evening. And you are the home I want to come back to, all the evenings for the rest of my life..."

Taehyung connects his forehead with that of Jimin in an attempt to calm his rapidly racing heart while Jimin simply follows his lead without saying a word.

Am I dreaming?

It felt too good to be true for Jimin. And that too out of the blue, it was definitely an awfully beautiful dream.

"I really do love you Park Jimin. A lot."

There it is. Whatever he had felt since past so many months, whatever he had done because of it, summed up in mere three words.

"Tae?" Finally realising it wasn't a dream, Jimin speaks.

"I'm sorry for saying it so suddenly. I just... I wanted you to know... I'm... I didn't mean to make you uncomfo-"

"I love you too, TaeTae!"

Jimin was happy, has to be the understatement of the century. He was on the eleventh sky if it even existed. Right at that moment, he seemed to have forgotten every adversary of his life. The only reality remaining was the fact that his TaeTae loved him.

Taehyung looks up, mere inches away from him and realises, the attempt to calm down his heart was going to be futile.

He is so in love with those blush painted cheeks, pink lips, purple hairs, cute button nose,  mesmerizing black orbs, the prettiest eye smile, the pearl teeth, flushed red ears, smooth as butter skin and every other adjective laden features of his and only his Chim.

He wanted nothing more than to steal a sweet and sour kiss from him. But he doesn't. He didn't want to make the older uncomfortable. He was still struggling with his vulnerabilities and nasty memories and he didn't want to burden him with anything extra.

But then, he finds the same blueberry softness right on top of his lips and so he does as Jimin pleases.

The older holds him close in his palms kissing him passionately.

You love me , finally!

Jimin skims the brunette's lips with his tongue, and chuckles into the kiss as he opens his mouth eagerly to let it slide in. Their tongues twirl and slither against each other's sensually causing Taehyung to moan at the heavenly warmth of the older's wet tongue.

He straddles the younger, deepening the kiss as he leans more and more into him, with Taehyung trying to dominate their tongue fight but failing as Jimin sucks it hungrily.

Panting hard, Taehyung pulls away first, resulting in the usual groan of the shorter male. He stays there, leaning on his forehead trying to catch his breath. It wasn't just the kiss, but the emotions involved that had his heart racing more than a mile a minute. The tip of there nose being squished together, Jimin speaks, gulping the excess saliva, with them practically breathing into each other.

"Everytime you leave me wanting for more. Not anymore..." Before Taehyung can react to it, Jimin pushes him down on the rug softly, his lips never leaving the skin. He locks the brunette's wrists in his hands over his head as he proceeds to shower slow yet desperate kisses along his jawline. He traces the tip of his tongue over the Taehyung's broad and alluring neck, visible through his deep V-neck sweater, causing the latter to shudder when he sucks hard at a particular spot just above his collarbone.

"Shit... Ji... J-Jiminah..." Well! That was a role reversal. Taehyung and stutter wasn't a common scenario. Jimin smirks over his skin and raises his head to look at a flushed red male, eyes glazed with love and desire. He stares at him, not wanting the dream to end, if it still was one to start with.

Fuck!

The sight was more than a turn on for Taehyung. Jimin was hot. He knew. But right now, with his hair falling over his hooded eyes, lips wet, shiny and swollen, breathing ragged, he looked like a fucking snack and he wanted nothing more but to devour him completely, every single inch of him.

"Let me love you Jiminah..." He whispers loud enough for the older to hear. Jimin's grip on his wrists loosen hearing his words. Not with hesitancy but with the sudden twitch in his abdomen caused by Taehyung's husky voice.

The brunette takes this chance to get up and connect his lips to him hungrily. The atmosphere of the room turns steamy as Jimin wraps his legs and hands around him, when Taehyung maneuvers his way into his bedroom.

He tugs at Jimin's collar, opening two of the shirt's buttons and slide it enough to expose his pale and sexy collarbone.

Placing him on the bed he glides his tongue all across the older's lips and jaws. Burying his face into his neck, he plants sloppy kisses along its length making Jimin squirm and whine erotically underneath him.

Right over the skin below his earlobe, Taehyung sucks vehemently to which Jimin leaves a loud audible gasp, for it being his sweet spot, making him go blank with pleasure.

He quickly flicks open the rest of the older's shirt buttons, and trails his fingers admiring his chest and abdomen, well defined and absolutely tempting.

Coming back up, he gazes at the sexily messed up male and kisses on his forehead, lovingly.

"I love you! And God, that's making me so fucking ecstatic." Jimin chuckles at his words.

"Likewise, TaeTae." He says, holding the man in his arms like a flower. Taehyung was so precious for him. He couldn't put to words right now so he kisses him on his forehead instead, lingering a bit longer, as if trying to let him know he was his whole world.

He closes his eyes relishing in the feathery yet fiery kisses on him when Taehyung moves further down.

"You are meant to be my whore, Jimin . You'll never forget my lips over you."

Jimin tenses up as the voice speaks in his head. But Taehyung doesn't notice.

"No one should love a used garbage like you."

A drop of tear rolls down his eyes sideways.

"Park Jimin , the MD, so weak and needy under me. You can't even protect yourself, how were you going to-"

His thoughts break when Jimin notices the movement stop abruptly and he looks down with eyelids half open, glistening with tears, to see a frowning Taehyung.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry Jiminah. I shouldn't have rushed it." Taehyung wipes his tears furiously, worried that he hurt him.

"No. No Tae. Don't be sorry. It's just... His voice still rings in my ear. I can still feel his disgusting touch on me. I'm just unable to stop it." He whimpers in a broken voice. Taehyung's heart aches at his words.

Not anymore, Chim!

"Then let me replace every viscous touch on you with mine." He kisses away the new tears on the verge of escaping Jimin's eyes.

"Let me be the voice that rings in your ears from now on." He says, pecking his earlobes.

"Let me be the lips you remember on your buttery skin." He kisses all over his chest and abdomen softly, feeling the electrifying hot skin beneath his lips.

With every kiss thereafter, Jimin forgets every abuse little by little. The younger was practically worshipping him, his body, every inch of him, making the cruel voices dissolve into nothingness.

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Taehyung stops at the stab mark and looks up to find Jimin already looking at him.

"I'm-"

"You don't need to be sorry about those scars, Tae. It's not your fault."

Taehyung blows over the scar slowly, making him shiver from the coldness of air and hotness of the act.

"Just... Just please continue." Jimin whines at the loss of touch and the younger complies to the demand gladly.

Sliding away the entire bottom clothing, he admires the creation lying almost naked in front of him, which makes Jimin shy away.

"You are too beautiful and gorgeous to hide away from me." Taehyung mumbles against the skin of his inner thigh, sucking it gently.

Jimin whimpers in pleasure when he feels the hand caress his erection in slow strokes. Goosebumps erupt on his entire skin as Taehyung increases the pace slightly.

"F-faster..."

"Shhh..." Taehyung says, lips right against his tip, sending a shattering stimulating vibration right into the pit of the older's stomach.

"Oh..." He gasps, the feeling of the younger's warm and wet tongue slurping around him sending him to a void, ecstatic void.

Taehyung adjusts to the length quickly as he bobs his lips up and down in slow movements hesitantly. It was a first for him afterall. He gradually increases the pace hearing the sensual moans from the purple-haired male, ultimately making him harder by every second.

"I..." And the words never come out of the older's mouth as he grunts, releasing himself down the younger's throat, and he swallows it all up without a trace of uncomfort or disgust.

Before Jimin can breath back into normalcy from the high, Taehyung climbs up again, lips all over the other's, as his other hand caresses and squeezes his plump back firmly.

Tasting his own cum wasn't a great idea, Jimin thinks, as he immediately turns hard yet again. And Taehyung's touch wasn't doing any good. Lifting him up in a sitting position, he gets rid of Jimin's shirt clinging to him from all the sweat. The older does the same to him and pulls off his sweater, throwing it away in some corner of the room.

Jimin goes for his trouser's button but Taehyung grabs him by his nape sucking and nibbling onto the crook of his neck yet again which makes him shiver with a deep sigh from the sensitivity.

Jimin's shoves his face closer and closer to himself, never seeming to have had enough of those scorching lips over his skin. He finally manages to open the button and slides his hand into it, grabbing him. It makes Taehyung breath hard on his collarbone, biting it involuntarily. Jimin hisses at the slight stinging, but soon enough lets out a cry of joy when sucked over it vehemently.

He continues to rub him vigorously and Taehyung pants, breathless at the sensation of the older's skillful hands over his erection.

He holds Jimin's wrist, stopping him from continuing further. Instead, he makes him sit on his lap, rubbing both of them against each other.

"That's... Woah..." Jimin simply gasps like a fish in the air, trying to keep himself on earth when the friction down below was desperately transporting him to some other world.

"Suck it." Taehyung brings his right hand fingers over his mouth, his lips working adeptly over everywhere but mouth.

Wasn't he as straight as a stick a couple of months ago? How does he know what to do? Well, nevermind!

Jimin does as said, enveloping Taehyung's fingers into his mouth, coating it will lots of saliva. When it's enough, the brunette replaces the fingers with his mouth, continuing to devour the blueberries.

They moan and grunt into the mess of drool, now all around their lips with occasional gasps of Jimin clinging onto him as Taehyung massages his delicate pink nub down there between his bottoms.

"Fuck... Your fingers are long. Slow the fuck down, Tae." Jimin shrieks in a painful yet pleasurable feeling when Taehyung slides one of his finger into the older's hole suddenly.

"Sorry." He continues to rub the insides adding more fingers gradually, until Jimin hums in approval.

"Stop me if it hurts."

"Mhm."

Making him lay on his back, he aligns himself with Jimin, mumbling a few sweet confessions as he gets rid of his pants and lubes himself with his saliva before entering into him slowly.

"Oh Fuck!" Both curse at the same time as the sensation hits them deep. Giving enough time for the older to adjust, Taehyung starts to move, groaning in exhilaration as he gets used to the tightness of the male infront of him.

"M-more... Move... Fa-" Jimin's eyes roll back as the younger increases the pace with every thrust. He was expecting it to hurt since it was raw. But surprisingly enough, his toes curl in extreme arousal from the bare grinding. He balls the sheet into his fingers, screaming loudly when Taehyung hits that exact spot inside him. Waves of oversensitive tingles, shivers and pleasure course through him, concentrating right below his abdomen as he moans out the brunette's name repeatedly with every thrust deep into him.

"You sound... S-so fucking am-amazing." Taehyung continues to pound into him, the sounds of squelch, sexual screams and skin slaps pushing him to edge rapidly. Holding onto Jimin's laxing thighs firmly, he pulls him closer as he starts to stroke Jimin's erection, sensing that his own release was near.

"Fuck... You are so g... good T-tae..." Jimin's breathing as well as words comes out broken, as another wave of orgasm starts to build up, with all his organs being attacked simultaneously.

If that wasn't enough, Taehyung entangles his fingers into both of Jimin's, tightly and locks them above his head, bending down over him to suck the two little red buds on his chest. And the loud and laboured whimper was the proof that the older was way too sensitive over there.

"I'm- Tae... Oh my... Fuck...!" Not a single word reaches to completion on his lips. Sensing him twitch slightly, Taehyung knows what was next. So he increases his pace plunging deep into the older, the friction over him inside Jimin making his mind go crazy with extreme delectation.

With a long and lewd moan, both of them reach their climax as Taehyung pulls out, the liquids spilling and mixing all over Jimin's stomach.

He collapses beside Jimin heavily, exhausted, catching his breath. The other does the same, eyes shut close and left hand still entwined with the brunette.

Taehyung grabs the tissue and wipes them clean before pulling the blanket over.

Jimin scoots closer, snuggling into Taehyung's chests, mind still in a haze, dysfunctional enough to not form sentences. Their hearts beat in sync as they lay there in the post coital bliss, close to each other, warm, sensitive and vulnerable.

"Taehyungshi..." He speaks after a good while of lying quietly wrapped around the brunette's arm. Taehyung hums lowly, as he continues to draw indecipherable shapes into Jimin's back, inhaling the tangy wintery scent from his hair.

"I love you so so so much."

"I love you more, Nae Sarang!"

Nae Sarang: My love!

"Not more than me." Jimin tilts his head up to look at the younger in his eyes, smiling and blushing all the while at the endearment he was called with.

"How?"

"I have always loved you since the beginning. Just never told you!"

"I know." Taehyung says with a wide smile. Afterall, his assumption was correct all along.

"You knew?" Jimin looks on in confusion.

"I figured out that night, when you asked me not to say 'I love you'. In the IT room too, when I had said that it didn't mean anything, I saw the tears in your eyes. If you didn't love me, you wouldn't be that hurt. But I was a fucking moron back then."

"Yes you really were."  Jimin nods in approval, earning a tickle from Taehyung.

"Aaish. No..." He giggles.

Composing himself, Taehyung speaks rather seriously.

"You know, the night before everything went wrong, I slept with a wish to talk to you the next day."

"About what?"

"About my feelings. I wanted to tell you what was going on with me. And I wanted you to tell me what was it. But then..." He sighs.

"The scandal happened."

"Mhm. And then, everyone was telling me that I love you. But I denied. And kept denying untill I realised that you may be in love with me. I was so damn happy and also guilty to have hurt you in my obliviousness. I called you that morning for the same. I wanted to tell you that just maybe, it wasn't one sided."

Oh!

Jimin hears attentively to Taehyung, playing with his long slender fingers simultaneously.

"And then everything went wrong and this conversation was the last thing in my head after that. Untill I saw Jin Hyung with his husband." A small smile forms on his lips as he remembers the small details from the meeting.

"I wanted to be like that with you. I was sure at that exact moment that I love you. I had always loved you, everything about you. And I'll always want to love you the way you deserve." Taehyung pecks on Jimin's lips gently, earning a heartwarming eye smile from him.

"Go to sleep, Nae Sarang. You must be tired." He pats his hair playfully, lulling him to sleep.

"Aaish. What's with Nae Sarang?"

"As Jimin, you are my Jiminah. As best friend, you are my Chim. So as my everything, you are nae sarang!"

Jimin couldn't help but laugh at the man's cuteness.

"How did I fall in love with such a cheesy romantic human being?"

"Oh, there's more to me than cheesy. You'll be given all the privilege to explore." Taehyung winks with a naughty smirk.

"I would love exploring you..." Jimin plays along and whispers to his ears hotly making the younger blush profusely.

"I haven't even tried seducing you yet and you are already so red." He smirks.

"Pabo! Sleep." Taehyung hides into the blanket not wanting to look embarrassingly tinged red.

"My once in a blue moon shy piece of pie." Jimin scoops him under the blanket, burying the younger into his chest as he chuckles happily.

Soon enough they drift off to sleep holding each other close, with the anticipation and excitement of a new tomorrow. Along with the obvious complications and misfortunes!

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The morning came by rather quickly, or maybe he didn't want the night to end just yet? Jimin shifts in the sheets a little, groaning, as the scorching afternoon sun seeps through the curtain and falls right onto his face.

The sense of nakedness makes him blush as he feels Taehyung's bare body practically lying on top of him, his hair sprawled all over half of the older's face and neck.

He turns his head slightly to look at the art he got lucky to have, for himself.

Beautiful. And mine!

He caresses his face, from the free hand, tracing over all those magnificent features of the younger. He pecks over the mole on his nose and then goes for waking up Taehyung.

"Morning Taehyungshi!" Taehyung doesn't move.

"Morning morning Mr. Kim!" Jimin blows into his ears, to which the brunette hides into his neck trying to block the intrusion away.

"No Chim. Don't. It's weekend. Let us sleep please." Taehyung's deep and raspy morning voice reverberating right beside his ear makes Jimin go weak as a trembling sigh escapes his lips.

"O-okay. Let me get up atleast." He tries to slide off before he looses it all but Taehyung holds him firmly in place.

"I said us, not me." He says, running his lips in a feathery touch, onto Jimin's nape.

"S-stop doing that."

"Why?" He whispers seductively, the feathery peck getting hotter and intense as he proceeds.

Summoning all his working brain cells, his pushes the younger off of him, but the force makes the disoriented brunette fall off the bed with a thud, wrapped in the blanket.

"JIMINAH..." He groans loudly whereas Jimin rolls on the bed, laughing heartily.

"This is why I told you stop." Tears of laughter trickle down his eyes watching Taehyung collect the the blanket around him and climb back up, whining in agony with the iconic pout.

"You are such an unromantic pabo. Haven't you watched those movies where the lovers wake their partner so lovingly. And then there's you... A massive idiot, pushing me off the bed." He huffs sitting on the bed half naked.

"This ain't some kdrama TaeTae. You don't expect me to give in to your dominance always." Jimin winks, getting off the bed and wearing his huge shirt. The younger doesn't let go off the chance to eye him head to toe, taking in those exposed legs.

"Look, I got a cut on my elbow. Ow it hurts." Taehyung fakes a cry, and smirks when Jimin comes around quickly to examine.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

"I didn't mean it too."

"What did you-" And he's pulled into a soul searing kiss as both of them fall on the bed with Jimin on top.

Several minutes later, Jimin lifts up his head, heaving.

"Now that's a proper goodmorning." Taehyung grins.

"Totally a piece of pie." Jimin boops his nose with him, smiling nevertheless.

"And you love this piece of pie."

"I sure do."

"I love you too!"
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"Tzuyu have you gone insane?"

"Yes I have and I want my cub back. Get him for me I don't care how. BRING HIM BACK TO ME. WHY THE FUCK IS JIMIN STAYING WITH HIM?"

"Did you miss your medicine again?" Yejun walks around the room in her farmhouse looking for her suppressants.

"I won't eat them. Enough of being the sweet little patient girlfriend of cub. If he doesn't understand with love, I've other ways." She huffs angrily.

"Just what bit you all of a sudden on your way back here?" He speaks nonchalantly, still searching into the drawers.

"He didn't bother to call me even once after the break-up. And then I see him roaming around with that Jimin."

"No wonder why I didn't tell you. But oops...!"

"Don't fucking mock me." She snaps, glaring at Yejun.

"God, you are crazy."

"You aren't qualified to judge me when it was you who helped my crazy ass to get to him."

Tzuyu reminisces the time when she had seen Taehyung in a business meeting held at LY Corporations. She instantly fell for him, moreover, started to obsess over his whole existence.

She had made Yejun dig up every single detail about the brunette. His likes, dislikes, habits, weaknesses, strengths, family, friends, every single thing.

Yejun grabs a bottle of pills and sits beside her at a considerable distance pondering over how to give it to a raging psycho.

"What did I not do for him? Tell me." Her voice drops dramatically low, a bone shivering chill in it.

"He said he liked independent women. I created a beautiful dream only for his sake, waking up every morning and coming here, chilling and going back in the evening. You know I hate offices and shit like that when I have a family fortune sitting right into my bank account."

"He loved it when I wore the sweet flowery fragrance once, to impress him. So I replaced my love for strong scents to the flowery ones."

"My cub couldn't cook. And you know how much I despise cooking but still I did it for him. EVERY FUCKING DAY."

"He wasn't the type to get shitface drunk and wasted, neither did he like someone to be. I always had to stop midway. It was so hard for me to let go of that sweet burning sensation that once drowned me whole."

Mustering enough courage, he extends his hand with the medicine. Tzuyu eyes it for a while but slaps the hand away, getting up angrily.

"I said I won't eat. Don't you get that at once? Or do you want to die like those clingy women who didn't understand when I said they need to stop approaching my cub?"

Taehyung was quite popular among ladies for his good looks ofcourse and a closed book aura around him. Tzuyu didn't like it one bit. So she made sure non of them lived enough to encounter him twice. And it had been so subtle, her cub never noticed.

Or maybe he was too engrossed in his best friend!

"And you wouldn't be throwing a fit of impulsive aggression here if I didn't get rid of your mess back then, so behave yourself." Yejun yells, throwing the bottle beside her on the bed in annoyance.

Tears gather in her eyes, her mood shifting instantly to that of sorrow, in stark contrast with the rage she felt a second ago.

"We were happy together, Yejun. I was successful in passing his vibe check. It was all good. I even hid the fact that you are my brother, after knowing that he hates your guts." She sobs, but Yejun doesn't look suprised. He knows well that she was never going to speak about her illegitimate brother anyway.

Her pretty boy was doing well, but his inclination to Jimin kept increasing everyday. And it made Tzuyu mad by every second. It took a great self control and lots of emptied bottles of pills to not snap.

But the video clip was her last straw. And what followed it, was the final blow that she got, sending her back to being the way she was, ruthless and cold-hearted.

After leaving Tae's house, she had headed to her farmhouse and called Yejun, asking him a favour to destroy Jimin.

And who was he to refuse such a golden chance. JK was slipping off his hands towards Jimin and even if it was his own setup, he wasn't liking how things were proceeding.

"But then Jimin happened. And I am going to fucking kill that slimy bubblegum." She walks out of her room with menacing steps after grabbing a revolver from the drawer. Yejun's eyes go wide with panic as he runs behind her.

"I clear took that away from you after the last ruckus with your ex. Why and how the hell is it with you again?"

"You are pathetic in hiding from me." She growls on her way.

"Don't make another scene for me c'mon. I'm already dealing with a not-so-loyal-anymore JK and on top of that, I don't want the already suspecting inspector to grab me by my neck." He blocks her way out of the house trying to reason with her insanity.

"I don't care what happens to you. I want him and that's it. Let me go."

"Not on my watch." He swiftly snatches the revolver away locking her inside the house as me backs away from the door, with Tzuyu banging it madly.

"OPEN THE DOOR, YEJUN!"

"Go take you medicines and calm the fuck down. We'll talk later." He was thankful that the house had only one common entrance and exit. The yelling fades as he drives off in his car, not noticing the prying eyes over him since the moment he had left his house and came here.

"You definitely need to know about your deranged ex girlfriend, Kim!"

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"Um... Hi Jiminie!"

Jimin doesn't say anything. He simply stares at the doe eyed male specimen standing in front of him, on the door. Taehyung had insisted he'll open the door, but Jimin didn't let him.

He backs away letting the youngest know that he is allowed to enter inside. Closing the door, he goes back to stand beside Taehyung.

"Look, Jeon. Don't speak one bit of nonsense or it will be my fist and your face again."

Again?

"What do you mean again Taehyungshi?"

"Nothing. It's nothing. Don't worry about it. I just came here to..." Jungkook interrupts in between, but struggles for words to continue further.

"I need to talk to you alone." Jimin instead says. Taehyung snaps his head in his direction with a questioning and unsure look to which the older nods in affirmation, that he'll be okay.

"Okay." Jungkook follows Jimin into the guest room, with Taehyung's eyes never sparing him from the death glare.

"And I'll smack you hard if you tried to eavesdrop, Taehyungshi." Jimin yells from inside, making Jungkook giggle subtly.

"Yeah fine. Do whatever you want." He yells back, and Jimin is sure he can hear a pout in the voice. He shakes his head at the younger's antics with a smile.

Turning around, he faces Jungkook, seeming to think where to start with.

"I'm sorry, Jiminie. I won't justify my actions, because it was wrong of me. I'm just sorry for hurting you." He lowers his head down in guilt.

"Does Yejun hurt you?" Jungkook's breath hitch at the sudden question.

"W-why do you ask?"

"Answer me."

"Not always. Just sometimes when..." He doesn't say further. It was probably too much information.

"Why do you still work with him?"

"I owe him my life."

"A life that includes nothing but suffering and regrets?"

"I..." He didn't have anything to counter it. He himself didn't know why was he doing it all.

Because I've nothing else to live for.

"You are better than this, Kookie."

Jungkook's eyes almost tear up after hearing the nickname from Jimin's mouth after a very long time.

"I really never deserved you. I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you because of me." He blurts suddenly, slightly choking on his tears.

Jimin wanted to comfort the boy, but certain memories don't let his body move forward. It'll take time.

"I know you were probably forced to tamper with my case evidences as well. Taehyung told me about it yesterday."

Jimin and Taehyung had gone to the police station last evening because the older said he was finally ready to speak about it without passing out from a panic attack. On their way, Taehyung did appreciate him for his fortitude but he also told him about Jungkook's doings in the case. Jimin didn't ask how he knew all of that information. He was just contented with the fact that he didn't bail out like last time because he was embarassed and scared.

"I'm sorry."

"I cannot say I forgive you right away. Maybe sometime in future. But I really hated you that day for what you did."

"I know."

"But after a lot of thinking, I concluded, it wasn't the scandal that hurt, it was Taehyung's denial that hurt. You were always more than civil to me. So I think I wouldn't want to hate you. It's a strong feeling afterall." Jimin smiles kindly at the youngest, and Jungkook was sure he still loved his Jiminie. Religiously!

You really are an angel!

"Thankyou." That's all he manages to say, hanging between exploding from shame or from overwhelming admiration.

"If you can, try to get away from that monster. I believe that you will figure a way out."

That makes Jungkook determined to destroy the brother sister duo from his own sake and be a better man, away from the monstrosity. All his life, he craved for love, any kind. But all he got was insults, being used and hated.

Right now, Jimin says he believes him. And he will do everything in his capacity to live up to his belief.

"I promise you I'll find a way." He says eagerly, eyes twinkling with determination as he forwards his hand towards Jimin. The latter shakes it firmly, feeling the weight of unnecessary resentment lift off his chest.

"You won't be leaking something out after you leave from here like last time, will you?" Jimin teases him.

"Aaish. No, I'm sorry. I'll never do it." Jungkook hangs his head low in embarrassment.

Jimin chuckles as he asks him to come out of the room, but stops halfway, his hands wrapped around the doorknob.

"Kookie?" He asks with seriousness.

"Yeah."

"Does Yejun have a sister?"
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After a almost twenty minutes, the two men walk out of the room, with Jimin in the front and Jungkook following him.

"Done?" Taehyung speaks from the couch, rather annoyed.

"Yes. Now stop sulking, will you?"

Taehyung doesn't answer. Instead he stands up to open the door and signals the youngest to leave.

"C'mon Tae that's rude."

"He's not a guest for all I care. You are done talking anyways, right Jeon?"

"Yeah. I'll take my leave now. Thankyou Jiminie for agreeing to meet." Jungkook smiles in his bunny teeth at Jimin who nods in acknowledgement.

"And honestly, fuck off Kim." He growls in a low voice audible only to Taehyung as he passes by the door to leave.

"Asshole!" Taehyung grumbles before slamming the door shut.

"What did he say?" Jimin eyes curiously.

"He told me you wanted a kiss from me." Taehyung approaches the older with quick steps making him run behind the kitchen counter.

"He did not say that, you pervert." Jimin giggles, running away from the kitchen as Taehyung dives in to catch him.

"He sure did." The brunette runs around the hall following the shorter male skipping from one sofa chair to the another.

"Pabo! Stop chasing me."

"Then stop running and let me have my way."

"In your dreams Mr. CEO!" Jimin throws a cushion at Taehyung, smacking right onto his face and runs away into the guest room as the younger shouts his name.

Before he can lock the door, Taehyung pushes it open stumbling inside but Jimin holds him by his hoodie before he can kiss the floor.

"Wow. Thanks Jiminah." He stands upright but continues to walk towards the older with a sly grin as if nothing happened.

"Hey, I saved you. You should respect me and my wishes."

"He didn't say I should kiss you. He said you wanted me to kiss you. It's your wish."

"Really? Let me call him and ask." Jimin slides out his phone from his pocket and watches as Taehyung stops in his track and frowns deeply.

"No need. I'll not chase you anymore, fine?" He stares until Jimin puts the phone down, and then turns to leave.

"Aaish. Don't be angry. I wasn't going to call anyway."

"I know. But you didn't want a kiss either."

"Just a peck. Okay?"

Taehyung stops going forward and grins, running back to Jimin.

"Okay."

As if!

Jimin stands on his tiptoe and sweetly pecks the younger on his lips, smiling into it. Just when he was about to back away, Taehyung encircles his arm around his waist pulling him closer and captures his blueberry lips into his own.

"I... I told you only a peck." Jimin rasps against his lips, momentarily breaking the intimate contact.

"It's never enough!"

And there goes everything.
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6 PM today, same place. Need to tell you something important.

Jimin was still asleep like usual while Taehyung was all ready for office and was standing in the kitchen preparing coffee and toast for himself and his Chim when he receives the text message from Jungkook.

The brunette types a monosyllabic reply and sighs, expecting a positive news from him. As he had promised Jin, he had been concentrating on getting Jimin mentally and physically healthy again. Considering the fact the purple-haired male had himself initiated to go to the police the day before yesterday and had been visibly fine after that, he was mostly convinced of Jimin's well being.

And thus, now what's left is to start destroying Lee Yejun untill he chokes onto his own death!

Exhaling a long sigh to get rid of the resentment, Taehyung keeps all the breakfast on the tray and smiles as he walks into their room, his precisely, to annoy the fuck out of the peacefully sleeping cloud.

Yes he resembles a cloud when snuggled into the huge white fluffy blanket, only his head peeping out from the top.

And Taehyung loves the sight as he beams graciously watching him.

Jimin never knew but since the day he entered into the brunette's house, Taehyung would sneak in every single morning and simply sit by the bed, adoring the softness of the most precious person in his life.

Creepy much? But nevermind!

"Goodmorning Nae Sarang!"

And the day starts just fine for the two best friends, now in love, with some sleepy groans, lazy bickering and lots of smiles and giggles.

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"And why should I listen to you. Jimin may have a heart to forgive or forget but I do not."

"And that's exactly why I want you out of my business..."

...you fucking impulsive brat!

"It's not your business alone. It's of my concern as well. That bastard hurt my-"

"I get that Kim. I really do. But I don't want him to go after Jimin again because you are being reckless. And I cannot afford to blow up my cover. This is important to me."

"I can protect Jimin just fine now."

How will you protect him from the danger whom you don't even know and will never suspect? And I can't even tell you!

"C'mon, Kim. You know how it went the last time. When are you going to learn the lesson?"

"This will be it. He won't live to try something again." Taehyung grits his teeth as he speaks.

"I'm warning you one final time. Back off from this mess while I'm asking politely or it won't be good, neither for you and nor for me." Jungkook glares angrily, annoyed of him for being stubborn. He wasn't expecting it to be easy anyway.

"Try me!" Taehyung walks closer darkly, ready to have a scuffle.

Just then, Jungkook's phone rings. But he ignores. He didn't have time to attend it and then get a blow right onto his face.

"Do it for Jimin, Kim. You cannot be this impulsive when you claim to take responsibility of his safety." He needs to convince Taehyung anyhow. He has promised Jimin.

Now it was Taehyung's phone echoing in the empty warehouse. He stops and picks it up, after seeing it was Jimin.

"Taehyungshi where are you?"

"I'll be home in a while Chim. Don't worry."

"Can you come right now? Please. I really need you here." Jimin sounds desperate, and the younger is immediately alarmed at the voice.

"Is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing is wrong. I just... Please just come back."

"Okay. Hold on for a while. I'll be there."

"Bye." And the call cuts abruptly. Giving up on beating the male specimen to pulp, Taehyung gives one last glance at Jungkook before turning on his heels and walking out of the door in a hurry.

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook checks his phone to see it was Jimin so he dials back in an instant.

"He didn't agree?" The voice on the other end speaks.

"I told you. He's too stubborn."

"It's okay, Kookie. I'll handle him. Stay safe."

"Okay. Bye Jiminie!"

Jimin sighs loudly after ending the call, massaging his forehead lightly.

"I can't let you know. You'll mess it up and then get yourself hurt. They are too dangerous and I don't want to loose you."

He then goes back to thinking of a proper excuse for summoning the younger so suddenly, without raising a doubt.
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It was a fine evening and Taehyung had just returned from office. He was in a good mood too and Jimin really didn't wish to spoil it. But he needed to have the conversation.

"I want to get back to office again, Taehyungshi."

"Really?" Taehyung squeals in surprise looking happy at the information he just received.

"Mhm." Jimin nods.

"That'll be awesome. Join from next Monday. I'll ask Darla to prepare everything for you. Everyone's gonna be so happy to have you back. I'll get to be around you for the whole day and-"

"Woah, relax, TaeTae. Hold on let me finish." He chuckles from the couch, typing away on his laptop.

"Sorry. I'm just happy you finally decided to come back." Taehyung grins as he hands him the cup of coffee. He sits beside him, sipping onto his own, reading whatever was written on the screen.

"So I was saying, I am well enough now. And thus, I should go back to home as well." He watches the expression on the younger drop, from the corner of his eyes.

"What? Why? You don't like it here? Why do you want to go back? It's not safe." He asks turning his whole body towards Jimin, a frown resting on his forehead.

"I cannot live here forever in the fear of others. I need to move on into my normal life. It's high time."

"Why can't you move on to your life from my house? I'll be a good host. I promise."

"And that's exactly why I cannot. I'm a guest here."

"No. Oh God. I didn't mean it that way. I just want to you be comfortable. Please don't go back." He pleads eagerly.

"C'mon it's not like I'm going just now. Maybe next week Saturday? And then I can start afresh from Monday. How about it?" Jimin says cheerfully, but it has no effect on the younger.

Don't go!

"You'll be fine alone?"

"Jeez it's not the first time Tae."

"It is, when you have me who loves you enough to not let you stay alone. And you love me enough to accept my wish." He says quickly, without a hint of hesitancy.

Jimin looks at him dumbfounded. Yeah they were in love but it wasn't very demanding. They won't be reiterating I love you's every next second. It was peaceful. So beautifully liberating.

So, he was quite taken aback at the sudden outburst. Taehyung too stares with slightly wide eyes, as he realises he might have forced his wish on the older with the excuse of their feelings. And now he was having a  conversation with himself as he waits for Jimin to say something.

"Ask him to be your boyfriend, idiot! And then he can stay here."

"But what if he still says he won't be here. Boyfriends don't necessarily need to live together, right?"

"Atleast take a chance."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I want him for eternity. To be mine. To be my husband. And it's too soon for any of the two."

"Well...! It is."

"Taehyungshi, I-"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just... wish you could stay here a little longer. I didn't mean to force it upon you." He says apologetically, trying to dismiss any misunderstanding.

"It's okay TaeTae. But I need to go back. You understand that, right?"

Taehyung nods his head. Jimin was right. He needed to get back to routine for his own good. He needed some time alone with himself to process everything. Jimin loves his self sufficiency as much as he loves Taehyung. And so, he needs to let him go.

"But I'll visit you whenever I wish."

"Ofcourse you are welcome. And when I'll be gone, you won't get yourself with any nuisance all by yourself. The police is doing their work. You don't need to meddle."

"I promised you that day Chim. I won't break it." Taehyung assures, as he recalls the conversation between them, the day he had returned after meeting Jungkook the last time.

Jimin had weirdly made him promise that he won't try to do anything that's not his place to deal with. Taehyung had suspected that Jungkook might have told him about their meeting, but he didn't ask. He trusts Jimin enough. And so he did as asked, just hoping that the youngest will not be a disappointment this time.

"Thankyou." Jimin gives him a bright smile as he walks away to the kitchen to put the cup in sink.

"What are we having for the dinner?"

"I don't know. You say." The younger says, rather uninterested.

And Jimin ofcourse knows when his TaeTae is being sulky. He walks back to him, to see that the beverage untouched on the table.

He sits beside the pouty brunette, and holds his face to turn towards his own.

"What?" Taehyung asks, not looking into his eyes.

"I love you, TaeTae!"

"I love me too, thankyou!"

"That's not a correct reply."

"I don't kn-"

Jimin locks his lips with Taehyung, stopping his words midway. And who was Taehyung to resist it. He readily gives in, moving his lips in sync but it doesn't last long. Jimin backs away considerably and speaks.

"Say you love me."

"Say you'll stay."

"Okay. Guess someone's not getting any kisses from now on." Jimin starts to get up when Taehyung holds his hand dearly.

"You know I love you, Nae Sarang." Taehyung says sweetly, fluttering his eyes in a dramatic way, to which Jimin laughs.

"Pabo!" He whispers before continuing what he left, resulting in a prolonged makeout session, followed by ordering two large sized pizza instead of their plan of cooking the dinner.

The two sit on the rug with their respective gaming consoles, shouting and cursing over their characters' lost lives onscreen, occasionally munching on the food.

After getting tired of losing, Jimin simply lays his head into the younger's lap with a huff, watching him compete with the players around the world.

Jimin was sleepy, but it was fun to watch the varied expressions on the brunette's beautiful screen lit face. He slowly drifts off to sleep, admiring the younger, with a blissful warmth in his heart.

Hearing his favourite melodic snores of his Chim, Taehyung keeps away the devices and cradles him into his arms, getting up and walking in, to tuck Jimin into his bed properly, before slipping into the blanket beside him. He cuddles the softness happily as his eyes drop shut from the day's exhaustion and a sense of fulfillment.

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"But Sir, I don't think he would want his office to look like a garden?"

"Darla, c'mon. It's just a few bouquets." Taehyung pouts, looking around Jimin's office room absolutely devoured by flowers, cards and leaves.

"The greetings from other associates was enough, sir. You didn't have to order a dozen other bouquets of roses of all colours." Darla gives Mr. Kim an unsure look.

"But..."

I just want him to feel special and happy.

"We can move some of it to the offices on the other floors as usual, if you say so."

"No. It's all for Jimin. I don't want it anywhere else." And the stubborn CEO was back.

Darla doesn't meddle more into her boss's decision and greets him before leaving for her desk outside.

Taehyung walks back into his own office, waiting patiently to see his Chim after a whole 24 hours.

Jimin had gone back to his house last morning and Taehyung had behaved very supportive of him. He didn't sulk. He didn't whine. He drove Jimin home with much positivity and also acted very normal.

But little did the older know how much he wished to just hold him back and never let go off him. And how empty the house felt, without Jimin's voice ringing in it. And how much of the overprotectiveness he had felt when he left Jimin all by himself.

"I should stop being so needy and selfish. He needs some normality." He sighs at his thoughts which keep spiralling back to holding the older back from moving forward alone.

Just then, he hears the same honey voice, greeting morning wishes to his secretary, bringing a wide boxy smile on his lips.

"Goodmorning beautiful!" Jimin smiles sweetly and Darla returns an enthusiastic grin wishing him the same.

"Goodmorning Sir. We all missed you so much. I'm really happy that you are back." She chirps, visibly glad with his presence.

Taehyung had made sure to warn everyone in the office to not get too nosy about the reason of Jimin's absence. And thus, she doesn't say unnecessary words of formality.

"I know, I know. Dealing with an always brooding boss might have been quite depressing for all of you in the past few days." Jimin nods with a serious look making her giggle.

"You really can't start your day without criticising me, can you?" Taehyung saunters towards Jimin with a frown, and as usual, the older looks on unfazed, the faint mocking smile never leaving him.

"Morning to you too Taehyungshi!"

"I had prepared words like welcome back, your presence was missed and et cetera but forget it. Dealing with me is depressing, yeah?"

Jimin smirks at an irked younger. He sure enjoys triggering him.

"I'm sure Darla can testify in my favour. Right, beautiful?" He turns to the secretary who looks flabbergasted. She did enjoy their cute banters but she wasn't very fond of getting involved in one.

"N-no sir. Mr. Kim had been really kind and cheerful." Both Taehyung and Darla knew it was a white lie. He was anything but cheerful without Jimin around. But she knows when to say what, the reason which makes her Mr. Kim's most reliable employee.

Nevertheless, he nods at her for taking his side and smirks at the older as if he won some stupid competition.

"You see? Don't think you are the king because you are pretty." He says with a sly grin.

Jimin was ready to blurt a sarcastic comeback but the younger's statement catches him off-guard and a faint rosiness appears on his cheeks.

Darla chuckles on her seat, looking at a fairly flustered Mr. Park but doesn't make it obvious and diverts her attention to the screen in front, ignoring the not so professional staring competition between her bosses. She was used to them being flirtatious but this coming from the Kim was definitely a surprise.

"Yeah whatever... I'm going to my office." Jimin dismisses the conversation and quickly walks off, with Taehyung obviously following him.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Taehyung teases on their way.

"I had a very good comeback. But then, I didn't want you to be embarassed in front of her."

"Whatever helps you sleep tonight!" The younger's mutters to himself, chuckling.

Jimin huffs in defeat and clicks open the door knob, entering into what seems like...

"What the fuck?"

Taehyung too enters the cabin and grabs a seat by the desk, observing the older.

"What am I? A butterfly? What the hell is this Taehyungshi?" Jimin laughs looking around the place which was once his work area, now transformed into a garden of roses and every other kind of flowers.

"Everyone sent you flowers." Taehyung shrugs.

"And we did not use to stock them up in our cabins as far as I remember? It's just a goodwill gesture of theirs, Tae."

"Still, they are all for you. Welcome back." He smiles.

Jimin shakes his head before turning around and taking a good look at the things sprawled over his desk, on the coffee table, all around the floor and some hung by the wall.

"Why are there so many roses? Since when did business associates start exchanging roses? And that too in all the damn colours?"

"How would I know?"

Jimin diverts his attention to the brunette on the chair, eyebrows quirked up demanding explanation.

"Seriously I don-"

"And no excuses."

Taehyung stops in his words and closes his mouth, looking anywhere but Jimin.

"I brought them." He finally says after a long pause.

"And since when did you get so extra?" Jimin sighs.

Since I fell for you.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to be so cheesy. But I couldn't help it." Taehyung says with a pout.

"You really are acting like you fell in love for the first time, Tae." He sniggers.

"I guess so. Everything is different and a numerous times magnified when it comes to you. I... I don't know." Taehyung definitely wasn't trying to come off as an extra AF lover, but damn his stupid emotions.

Jimin gazes at the younger for a while, with a thoughtful look, before speaking again.

"Tae, you don't have to go all out of the way to make me feel special, or loved. I don't want you to be pressured about whatever we have."

"No Jiminah, I can never-"

"Shhh... Just listen to me for this once." Jimin sits beside the younger on another chair, tenderly holding his palm into his own as he continues.

"What I have been through was traumatic. And it's only obvious that you feel protective about me almost 24/7 and want me to be comfortable with the surroundings. But..."

"I'm sorry, Nae Sarang!" Taehyung murmurs apologetically.

"Aaish. Let me finish." The older chuckles at the genuinely sorry face of his TaeTae, looking adorable.

"But I need to do this myself. I have to give me the chance to start my life independent, and face the roadblocks as they come. You've always been by my side. I want nothing more than that."

Taehyung nods briefly, head still hung low in atonement. Jimin makes him look up, keeping his index finger under his chin.

"Stay. Okay? And I'll be the happiest."

"Okay." Taehyung agrees, looking into Jimin's beautiful dark orbs with utmost sincerity.

Maybe the guilt of hurting him and the helplessness he felt for everything Jimin went through, was still somewhere deep rooted in the brunette. He constantly felt it the need to be extra affectionate to him.

All the cuddles and kisses were genuine from his part, but he can't deny the fact that it still held the intention of making up for his past mistakes.

"Just be sincere, yourself and..."

"And?"

"And in love with me." Jimin gives the perfect eye smile, dissolving most of the insecurities of the younger and he returns it with an equally radiant boxy grin.

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"JK JK... You really are eager to visit my bedroom, aren't you?" The blonde walks in leisurely, eyeing Jungkook with a dangerous glint, while the latter abruptly turns around in front of the cupboard that he was frantically searching into previously.

Shit. He wasn't supposed to be here for the next few hours.

Nervousness flickers upon his pale face but he masks it with a stern look almost immediately.

"Don't be so surprised. I finished whatever business I had with her and came straight to look for you. I missed you so much, my little companion!"

"What are you talking about? Who is this her?"

Yejun watches him, amused at the nonchalance and audacity of the younger who was currently closing the door to his cabinet.

Jungkook flinches in disgust when the strong and brutal fingers trail across his jaw and grab it cruelly. Before he could push Yejun away, the said man  pushes him harshly onto the cupboard's door, pinning both his wrists on the side, and attacks his neck with animalistic kisses and bites.

"Stop it, Jun. I-" Yejun smashes his lips over his, stopping whatever the youngest was going to say.

"Shhh... I know that you know about her. Did you think you will follow my car with a new vehicle and I will not know it?"

He twists Jungkook's right wrist behind his back, yanking him closer and slides the other hand beneath his t-shirt, breathing into his face so close.

A hiss escapes his lips from the sharp pain crawling into his nerves starting from his wrist joint. Yejun really was quite strong compared to him.

"Did you also think that you'll eavesdrop on our conversation with that stupid tiny microphone you managed to plant in my bracelet during our blindfolded rendezvous last night? Speaking of which, that was definitely one of the best fucks of my life."

The blonde moves to kiss his lips yet again but the youngest whips his head to the side, face green from enduring the filth for so long.

"Huh? Not in the mood? Let me help you."

He smirks as his hands move further down below to the younger's pants but Jungkook gets hold of it before it can continue the assault.

"Fuck you, Jun. Since you already know everything, I'm no more required to pretend like your little slut." Jungkook grits his teeth and spits out the words loud and clear onto the blonde's face.

"Fiesty! I like it. I've always liked it." Before the blonde can try subduing the younger with his strength, a powerful knee kick lands in between his legs, causing him to whimper in pain. His hold on Jungkook loosens but he keeps throwing curses at him holding his crotch and wriggling in agony over the carpet.

"You bloody bastard. How dare you try to hit me? You think you'll run away and save that little bitch of yours just like that?"

"He's not a fucking bitch and don't you even dare going near him. I'll shred you to piec- Aarghhh...!!!" He didn't even get a chance to know the source of the piercing sensation on his neck when his surroundings black out in an instant and Jungkook collapses on the ground, lying still.

"The fuck? Is he dead? What did you do?" The blonde crawls to check on him. To anyone looking, it would be a weirdly funny site, but to Tzuyu, it was pathetic. His good for nothing brother was an absolute misery, she concludes.

"Don't worry li'l bro. I wouldn't dare kill your boy toy." She smirks at Yejun, giving him a hand to stand up only to earn a glare from the blonde. She scoffs at the declined help and brings her gaze on the unconscious body, eyes full of mischief.

I don't want him dead just yet, Yejun!

"Why are you here anyway?"

"Wanted to see what made you say stupid lies of wanting to take care of me by staying at the farmhouse for a while and then leaving all of a sudden, ofcourse with your precious bracelet thrown in the trash." She winks at Yejun, sparing no more breathes over him and walks out the door, heels clicking on the titles echoing all through the quiet corridor of the LY Mansion.
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Taehyung's desk was piled up innumerable files to be reviewed due to the approaching financial year end. While he had agreed to follow Jimin's words from a few weeks back, he still tried not to overburden him with work and that was how he ended up with this tragicomic situation.

Massaging his head, he peeks at the MD's cabin but finding it empty, he calls the owner, finally giving up on his goodwill gestures and asking for some help.

"Jiminah, where are you?"

"I'm at the canteen, why?"

"What are you doing there? I told you if you need anything just tell Darla. She'll arrange it. Why did you-"

"Relax, TaeTae. I was feeling cramped up in the office so I thought to take a stroll. Also, it's been days I haven't seen the beauties of our office." Jimin takes a sip of his cold coffee, laughing subtly at his attempts to rile up the brunette on the other end.

"You dare try your skills out there and be ready for consequences." Taehyung warns.

"What will you do?" Jimin challenges him haughtily.

"Come back here and I'll explain it practically."

"You naughty boy. I always knew you aren't as innocent as you sometimes look."

"Jesus left Earth just to avoid a sinful thinker like you." The brunette sighs at his once best friend now beloved human.

"So now it's my sin? How unfair of you. Didn't you just say-"

"I meant files. F-I-L-E-S. I would make you complete all the contract reviewings singlehandedly without anyone's help. Aaish!"

"Oh..." And Jimin breaks into a loud laughter at the surrendered voice the CEO.

Taehyung, although exhausted, smiles at the tinkling laughter of the 'now faded' purple-haired male.

After a good while, the older finally catches his breathe and asks the reason for the call.

"Yeah. I checked in your office but it was empty, so thought to call you. Come to my office soon. Need help."

"Okay. I'll be there..." At that instant, the waitress comes to Jimin's table with a serving distracting him from the conversation.

"Ah... Thankyou sweety, for the chocolate pudding. You must be a magician to know I was craving for it... You-"

"AND NO FLIRTING I SAID." Taehyung growls on the phone hearing his Chim back to his old ways.

"That'll be all, Ms. Ruby." After sending off the waitress, he returns to the call.

"Aaish. That's called modesty, Mr. CEO. Your dictionary probably don't have such words."

"Modesty my ass. Just get here right now and I'll teach you modesty." Taehyung hangs up the phone with a thud.

You'll certainly be the death of me Nae Sarang.

Jimin chuckles at the tantrums of the brunette and gets up to go accompany him, but not before ordering an Oreo mcflurry for his sweet toothed TaeTae.

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"Hmm? Who's this?"

"Tae, open the fucking door. I'm standing here since the last half an hour. I swear to God, I need your house's spare key as well. It's just not fair that you have it and I don't."

"What you... I..." The words die down and are replaced by the soft snoring of the person on the line, to which Jimin curses loudly.

Thinking for a while about how to wake the devil up, he comes up with something really stupid.

"KIM TAEHYUNG, PARK JIMIN FELL FROM STAIRS. COME PROTECT HIM NOW."

"What the fuck? Where is he? What happened? That darn pabo! I'm coming right now. Wait for me..." Taehyung's rushed words and immediate shuffling of the blankets has the older laughing at the subconscious protectiveness of his TaeTae.

After a few seconds, a half asleep figure clad in black hoodie and absolutely wrinkled beige pants rushes past the door in hurry without noticing the beautiful man leaning leisurely beside, on the wall.

"Hold up, hold up, Superman! Your Park Jimin is absolutely alright." The said man catches the brunette by his hoodie cap, stopping him from proceeding further. Taehyung tumbles backwards at the abrupt stopping of his momentum and falls right onto the older's chest.

"Ouch... How come you look so lean but have such heavy weight?" Jimin snakes his arms around his waist from behind and speaks with surprise next to his ears.

"What the hell, Jiminah. I almost had my heart in my mouth when I heard that you are hurt." He says with a pout and concern prominent in his voice.

Jimin keeps his chin onto his shoulder cutely and apologies for the false alarm while Taehyung sulks for a good while.

"Why did you come so early anyway? That too on a Sunday." Taehyung asks as they walk into his house and Jimin goes go get himself and the brunette some coffee.

"You had been so busy these past weeks and you don't even let me take extra burden. So I thought, why not help ourselves with a detox."

"Detox?"

"Mhm. Let's go watch the plum blossom blooms. As per the forecast, they have reached our city. It'll be an awesome day out away from our busy schedules. What do you say?" The older chirps with twinkling eyes as he hands the brunette his coffee over the kitchen's countertop.

Taehyung, who was enjoying the little movements of the shorter male, leaning his face into his palm with his elbow resting on the granite top, smiles at the endearing human being in front of him. He was whole heartedly thankful to God that his Chim was all happy and fine now. And he will do everything in his power to keep it the same.

"Don't just smile there like a clown. Say something."

"Why watch the plum blossoms when I can always watch you!" He winks.

"Aaish! Such a cheesy simp you are." Jimin hides his blushing face with his light blue sweater paws and Taehyung laughs heartily at the reaction.

"Okay then. As you wish. Let's go wander in the wilderness of your blossoms."

"Yeah, Shakespeare's ancestor, go get ready. I've already prepared everything in my car. You freshen up and then we'll leave."

"Give me five minutes. I'll be back." Taehyung quickly gulps his coffee, bottoms up, and leaves for his room after giving a chaste kiss on Jimin's red cheeks, conveniently colouring them a shade darker.

"Five minutes? More like five hours. I just don't understand whatever you do in the shower for so long." Jimin mumbles into his cup, shaking his head, when the brunette is gone.
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"Why should we keep him at your farmhouse? I'll make sure he doesn't try any tricks while staying in the mansion."

"With that pea-sized restraint of yours when it comes to him, you think I'll take chances?"

"But-"

"Shut-up! It's for your own good, Yejun. Do you want to get outed to the whole world because of your boy toy? C'mon! You can do better."

Yejun clenches his fist at the idea but then, doesn't oppose it anyway. He can't afford to dig his own grave by showing leniency towards JK who seems to be hell bent to destroy him.

"That's like my good li'l bro." Tzuyu tightens the rope around Jungkook's wrist which is bound to the chair, with his head limply falling forward. She would drug him as soon as he would wake up from his unconsciousness, sending him back to the forced dreams of vagueness again.

"Till when are we supposed to keep him here?"

"The sooner you find whatever evidence he has against you and destroy it, the better."

The blonde hums and walks out of the room and then drives off, wanting to do the deed as soon as possible. JK was like a drug to him. It would be impossible for him to stay away for long. So he needs to act quickly.

With a passed out man and the vile woman left in the room, the air around seems to be eerily chilled.

"Let's get to know what you did behind my brother's back, Little companion!" Her lips curve into a sinister smile as she splashes a jug of water onto Jungkook's pale and sunken face.
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"Look, there's a whole damn city of ants crawling around our mat. I told you it's such an awful idea. Why can't we just go and have a meal in some restaurant? It'll be my treat. Promise, Chim!"

Jimin was laughing so hard he had tears dripping from the corners of his eyes meanwhile Taehyung clung to him, at one corner of the camping mat he had spread under one of the blossom trees in the park.

"Stop laughing will you? They are scary. I'll see you after they bite you red and itchy." The younger whines and argues meekly.

"And then you have the audacity to tease me for butterflies. You really... Ahahaha... One hell of an alien. Who even is scared of ants. Fucking ants?"

"Me. I am scared of ants. You've got a problem? JIMINAH look there's one on the mat ohmyfuckinggod... Get rid of it now. It's eating my donut." He cries in a deafening voice, attracting the attention of other people gathered there for an outing.

A little child who was passing by with his mother, laughs, pointing at the grown up man rolled into a ball at the sight of ants, while Taehyung glares at him in annoyance, definitely a cover for his embarassment. Jimin simply can't help but laugh a lot more at the exchange.

"C'mon Taehyungshi, it's just an ant. Anyway, will you leave me so that I can remove it."

Taehyung hesitates but loosens his grip over his arms nonetheless. Jimin shoos the insect away, and hands the donut to the big baby sitting scared witless beside him.

"Just who would believe, the cold and mighty CEO of K&J fears ant. I can't!"

And here goes him again!

"Ha ha ha. Very funny!" Taehyung scrunches his nose in annoyance at a breathlessly laughing ball of snow, dressed in white.

After a while of teasing, Jimin ultimately controls himself, having enough of the fun and calms down.

"Now, stop fretting and enjoy. Those little creatures aren't going to eat you. Relax!"

"But-"

"Sushh... If you don't want, then let me enjoy. I'm dedicatedly coming to watch the blossoms after two whole years." Jimin shrugs off the younger's words and sprawls on the mat, hands folded beneath his head, watching the beautiful light pink petals floating in the air.

Taehyung's attention gets caught into the older's words as he bends slightly, almost hovering over him.

"Why after two years?"

"I used to love seeing it with you. But then, you had other things to take care of, and I didn't want to go alone. I didn't know the reason behind the reluctance back then, but now I do."

Jimin speaks softly, closing his eyes. The fresh and fragrant spring breeze flows through his smooth fading purple hair, draping the strands on his milky forehead. A tender candid smile plays on his lips, with him enjoying the blissful peace, letting go of any past longings.

Not much time had passed when his eyes snap open at the touch of another not-so-smooth lips on his own for a quick second and then they are gone.

"What for?" Jimin asks to the owner of the never hydrated lips.

"We'll always come to see the blooms together, every year, for the rest of our lives, starting today!" Taehyung grins with a boxy radiant smile, making Jimin give off his infamous eye smile.

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

Taehyung giggles at his Chim's question but answers him anyway. He then lies beside Jimin, ofcourse awfully close to him so that he doesn't encounter the ants on the edge, with the latter gazing at the flowers while he continues to watch his very own most prettiest purple flower.

This was all they needed. The peace, the tranquil, the serenity of the surroundings and two beating hearts, absolutely in love with each other.

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"Kim Taehyung, what an absolute idiot are you!"

"What did I do now?"

"You don't know how to cook. Fine. I'm okay with that. But you don't know how to eat? Seriously?"

"What is wrong with eating a chocolate?" Taehyung looks at Jimin with confused eyes, the half bitten bar of chocolate paused near his mouth.

"You need to break it along the line and then eat separately, not like an uncultured demon to gobble it up from wherever you wish."

"..."

"Pabo! Give it to me." Taehyung helplessly watches Jimin snatch the chocolate out of his fingers and religiously break each vertical bar with utmost concentration.

Is it illegal to eat it all together?

He doesn't dare question the innocent beliefs of the not so innocent Chim and eats as directed, sitting on the car's bonnet, enjoying the evening.

Jimin too quickly hogs up the last bite of his sandwich and wraps up the litter they had created during their little picnic and shoves it into the trunk in a haphazard manner.

"All done, let's leave!" He says, slapping his palms together to get off the dust and rests his hips on the front of the car to stand beside the brunette.

"Want some?" Taehyung extends his hand that held one of the chocolate bars.

"Aaa..." Jimin opens his mouth to be fed and the younger gladly agrees, only to ditch him after getting so close.

"Go get yourself one. I'm not sharing mine." And with that, he gulps it down whole in one bite, sticking a teasing tongue out. Jimin looks at him with utter disbelief for his behaviour.

"Seriously? What are you? Three?"

"I wasn't this evil at three." He smirks evilly.

"Aaish, this kid!" Jimin laughs, turning away and walking into the driver's seat. He was really glad to have this goofy and relaxed TaeTae back. He was aware that although he was the one who had endured, Taehyung equally suffered with him, even if not in a literal sense. Never once leaving his side and also being patient inspite of his never-ending apprehensions.

And he was thankful for everything beautiful bestowed on them thereafter!

"Get in, will you? I won't ask for your dear chocolates. Eat the remaining inside."

"Wait..."

"Taehyungshi... Hey, where are you going?"

"Just wait in the car. I'm here. Give me a minute." Jimin watches the retreating back of the brunette through the windshield, waiting as instructed.

He doesn't bother much and slips his phone out to check for any messages or calls.

Several minutes pass by but he sees not a sliver of the man returning from his supposed short trip. He then dials his number but smacks his hand on the forehead when the ringing is heard from inside the dashboard cabinet.

"Where the hell did he go?"

Muttering inaudibly, he gets down from his car and just when he was about to take a step forward after closing the door...

"BOO!"

"HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK TAEHYUNG!" His hands clutch onto his heart, breathing erratically at the sudden jump scare. He glares at him with annoyance, wide-eyed.

"Always so impatient. I told you to wait. I was gone for only five minutes, Chim."

"So you'll scare the shit out of me? You know I don't like such stupid surprises, Tae..." Jimin rants, visibly displeased but the words stop abruptly when the younger snaps something before his eyes.

"For you!" Instead of being bothered, Taehyung grins widely, looking as beautiful as the bunch of red roses held within his chiseled fingers.

The bouquet was a bit messy, with a few flowers drooping down sadly, dangling on their last straw of broken stems. It was also dotted with five or six fresh and pink plum blossoms here and there. The greens of wavy wild grass leaves and pink of the little flowers strikingly complemented the overwhelming redness.

It was all, still, perfectly Kim Taehyung-ish!

"You made it, didn't you?" Jimin forgets whatever he was saying a second ago and takes the bouquet from his hand with utmost delicacy, afraid to disturb those broken twigs.

Taehyung scratches his nape in embarassment after getting caught with his first time trial.

"Sorry, I couldn't make it better. The ahjussi over there on the other side of the road was selling roses. I wanted to give you something that reminds of today so I made it myself to add blossoms. You like it?" He looks expectantly with twinkling puppy eyes.

( Ahjussi: Honorific for middle aged men in Korea! )

"What if I say, no?"

"I'll take it back and you can go get them yourselves from now on." He huffs and extends his hand towards the flowers, making the older chuckle at him as he hides away the flowers in his embrace.

Jimin then inhales deeply. The mixed fragrances of roses and blossoms invade his sense of smell, feeling completely like a fulfilling spring day. And ofcourse, the subtle moment isn't missed by the brunette at all.

"I know you like it!" Taehyung sings out the words enthusiastically, skipping foolishly in his steps walking around the other side of the car.

Jimin caresses the petals faintly, eyes brimmed with pools of water, shining like crystals in the reflection of the setting sun.

I hope no more troubles cross our path anymore. Everything is suddenly feeling like a dream too beautiful and top perfect!

"Come come... It's getting cold out there. Jiminah, you are wearing too less of the clothes. Get in, Nae Sarang!" He yells from inside, jolting the said man out of his thoughts.

"Mhm."

Just then, Taehyung's phone starts ringing. He takes it out of the cabinet, checking ruefully at whoever is trying to disturb his picnic slash date.

Tzuyu

A weird expression plasters on his face, not knowing how to respond to it anymore. They haven't had any conversation after that fateful night. And he didn't bother nor he had the mind to do anything about it later.

So why is she calling me now?

"Tae... Taehyungshi? Hey?" Jimin shakes him a little, bringing him out of whatever reverie he had slipped into after his phone stopped ringing..

"Huh? Sorry, I didn't hear."

"I asked you tie the seatbelt but you seem distracted? Who was it?"

"Who?"

"On call. It was ringing but you didn't pick up." Jimin speaks, busy in tying his seat belt and keying on the engine.

"Oh. Nothing! Some telemarketing stuff. Don't bother." He silences his phone and dismisses the topic hastily, not wanting to make Jimin uncomfortable. Past instances were his stupidity but now he was clear about his feelings for everyone. So, he did what he felt right.

"Oh. Okay." Jimin hums and drives off on the road, but something catches his attention, so he slows the speed, peeking towards the bunch of stalls sprung all along the sidewalk. A little kid and a young lady were standing near the icecream trolley, right next to the flower stall.

"TaeTae, isn't he the same kid who laughed at y-"

"Yeah yeah. It's him. No need to say it out loud."

Jimin puffs out trying to control his laughter.

"But why is he crying?" He slows the vehicle even more, when he sees the child pointing towards their car window, and tugging at his mom's skirt. His mother glares at them while Jimin looks at them wide-mouthed, clueless about whatever transpired there.

"Wha-"

"Just drive off, will you?"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing." He turns his head to the other side, finding the scenery suddenly interesting.

"Look here and tell me what did you do Tae?" Jimin glares the back of his head, demanding an answer, as he drives away, not wanting to indulge in some nonsensical trouble started by his piece of pie.

"Trust me Jiminah, I didn't do anything. It was his own mistake."

"Explain... I'm hearing!"

"Can't we drop it? It's so stupid." He whines.

"And that's exactly why I want to know."

"Fine. Whatever. I went there to get the flowers and he was standing there eating his icecream. I swear it was him not having a strong grip and when I turned, he came in my way and his icecream fell down. I didn't do anything purposely." He says, sounding victimised.

What a pretty bunch of lies!

"But you used to adore kids, Tae."

"But he laughed at me first."

For a few good seconds, Jimin absolutely didn't know how to react to that.

Taehyung takes a peek at the reaction but finds everything weirdly calm. No mocking. No teasing. Nothing.

He's not going to mock the hell out of me?

Jimin silently drives out of the heavy evening traffic and after entering the fairly deserted road to Taehyung's house, he stops the vehicle on the side. He takes a deep breath and then bursts into a roaring laughter, rolling all over the seat.

"And here I was making merry that you wouldn't tease me this time."

"Have... Ha... Oh God... Let me breath first..." His face was flushed red with all the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Huh. I said it wasn't deliberate. Why won't you agree?"

His questions are conveniently lost in the echoing voice of Jimin inside the car, making him roll his eyes, huffing yet again.

"The whole day... Whole day you've been acting like a fucking clown. I'm not complaining tho. It's a delight anyway..." Jimin wipes the thin layer of sweat on his forehead that had appeared due to his previous hilarious exercise, still giggling every now and then.

Taehyung doesn't say anything. Instead, he sits there with folded hands and an extensive pout.

"I'm not falling for this again. I'm taking you home while you can sulk all you want." He shakes his head and was about turn the key when his wrist is yanked away and a pair of lips crash over his own.

Muffled moans and watery smooches are the only voices audible inside, with none of them backing down from this delicious battle of tongues. Jimin wriggles his wrist out of the grip and snakes his arm around the younger's neck, falling deep into the sweet abyss incessantly. Taehyung unbuckles the older's seatbelt and pulls him over his lap conveniently, tugging him closer by his waist.

"Wanna laugh more?" He speaks into the kiss in a rough, desirous voice sending inexplicable shivers down the older's spine.

"Yes!" Jimin smirks, trying to catch his breath.

"Very well, then!"

With that being said, Taehyung captures the plump pair of enriched flavours once again, devouring and ravishing it's blueberry taste, earning a string of sinful chorus from the male wriggling within his arms.

What he doesn't realise is the ceaseless blinking of his phone screen on the dashboard, announcing the continuous incoming calls from non other than Tzuyu.

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"Hey, Cu... Uh, Taehyung!"

"Is everything okay? There were 20 missed calls from you." He asks awkwardly.

"I'm sorry... It was Nina's little son playing with my phone. He must have..."

"Oh!" There is no need to pry about who is Nina and her son, the brunette thinks and rakes his brain to think of something to speak further.

What the fuck do you say to your ex after break-up?

Taehyung simply breathes, not making a single sound, and instead, waits for the other party to either say something or best, end the call, because he was definitely not wanting to talk to her.

No malicious excuses. It's just, he felt extremely awkward. Also, hearing her voice made him recall her dangerously coloured face when she had demanded to get rid of Jimin. And he didn't wish to think of those times.

"Umm, Taehyung?"

"Yeah?"

"I did call you in the evening tho. But no one picked up."

"Yeah. I was a little busy."

"How are you? And how's Jimin doing?"

Not once did you ask about him after everything. You really have the audacity to ask me now?

"He's fine and I'm too. Was it something important for which you called?" He quickly cut to the chase.

"No. Nothing important. I just wanted to know about you. I... I missed you."

Well... That's totally not awkward cuz I didn't!

"..."

"And I'm sorry. For speaking nonsense back then. I really am, cub."

"Taehyung!"

"Huh?"

"It's Taehyung."

"Sorry. It's just, I was angry back then. I really didn't mean anything bad. And then, the accident happened. I felt even more guilty. I'm sorry." Tzuyu chokes on a sob, her voice trembling.

"The accident wasn't your fault, Tzuyu. Don't feel guilty. And I'm sorry for dragging you into my mess of feelings."

"Do you hate me now?"

"What?"

"I know you love him. I'm not against it anymore, I swear. I'm really happy for you both. But now that you are with him, will you hate me?"

Why did I pick the call??? How am I so stupid... What will become me??!?

Taehyung cries inwardly at his plight. He didn't want to do this now. The sweet and sour taste of his snowball human was still strongly lingering on his lips after their long long makeout session in the car and all he cared for was to savour it all night long.

"I don't hate you, Tzuyu. It's just, we weren't meant to be. I don't hold any grudges against you. I've no reason for it. You don't have to worry about it."

"Thankyou. Thankyou so much." Sniffing a sob, she continues.

"I had been feeling so uneasy, since I left so abruptly and we didn't talk about it ever after. I feel better now. I'm really grateful. It's okay if we can't be together. I still respect you a lot, Taehyung. Thankyou!"

Yep! Totally not weird!

"Okay. Now you are making me feel uneasy."

"Sorry!" She giggles between her faded sobs.

Chim's sound so much better!

"So, we are good?"

"Yeah. We are fine, I guess. It's too late now, Tzuyu. I think we should end the call."

"Oh. Yeah, it's really late. I wouldn't take more of your time. Bye!"

"Hmm. Bye!"

Disconnecting the call, Tzuyu tosses the phone on her bed and walks out, barging into another room adjacent to hers.

"WHAT AN ACTUAL PIECE OF SHIT YOU ARE, JEON JUNGKOOK! You get one bloody chance and you call him. HIM OUT OF ALL PEOPLE. MY CUB. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU."

A resounding chime of slap rings into the room, reverberating for a few seconds dramatically.

His wet and messy hair whips to the side following the momentum of his his face and sticks to his forehead, covering almost all of his doe, but now lifeless eyes. A low yet mocking snigger leaves his blood stained mouth at the woman's outburst.

"Funny, right? But guess what's more funny." Wiping her hands clean, she sits on the chair in front of him, at a safe distance. Satisfaction fills her heart when she sees the bright red mark of her fingers on Jungkook's left cheek.

"My cub thinks, the 'accident' of Jimin is something I shouldn't be guilty of." She says, laughing as if it was the most bizzare joke.

Indeed it was!

"Well, he's right. It's definitely something I shouldn't be guilty of. It's something I should absolutely be enraged about." Tzuyu's expression change in a split second, from an series laughter to a sinister glare.

"He was supposed to be fucking dead if only that useless brat of a brother stopped being whore for once. But don't worry. Sooner or later, your dear Jiminie and his dearest Chim will say goodbye to this world!"

"Don't you da-"

"DON'T YOU DARE! Don't you dare, Jungkook. If you try to act smart once more, the next time I will not leave you alive even for the sake of Yejun." Her face was twisted with rage and it even made Jungkook shudder.

"Anyway, I'm glad you didn't tell those love birds about Yejun and me. I'll forever be grateful to you for that." Jungkook purses his lips at the statement, trying his best not spout anything that instigates the woman.

He had lied to her about it. He had told her that before he could tell anyone about her truth, he was caught. He couldn't help but tell about whereabouts of all the physical evidences he had against her and Lee Yejun because she kept threating him for Jimin. And, with someone as crazy as her, he couldn't take chances.

But she was getting crazier with every passing day and he needed to warn them about the impending danger. That was why he somehow managed to get his hands on her phone and luckily, the last dialed number was of Taehyung.

But that asshole didn't pick up!

This is exactly what he feared. Jimin was being stubborn back then and didn't let him tell the truth to Taehyung. And now things have reached to this.

Getting no more opposing statements from him, Tzuyu grins ij satisfactionand prepares to leave. She stops at the door when she hears him mumbling something.

"Care to repeat again? My ears have gone deaf hearing Yejun cry for you everyday."

"You really care for him so much so as to keep me alive for his sake?"

She watches him for a while, face and eyes both as blank as a sheet of untouched paper, before breaking into her brightest smile. A very indecipherable smile to be exact.

Without agreeing or disagreeing, she saunters away, snapping the door close behind her.

"Fucking Psycho Bitch!" Jungkook spits bitterly.

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"I'll pick you up at 8 tonight, be ready. Okay?"

"Mhm."

"And drive safely to home, okay?"

"Mhm."

"And if you feel uncomfortable among them, we can come back if you say so, okay?"

"Mhm."

"And I have two horns and a set of wings, okay?"

"Mhm."

Just great!

"Are you even listening? What the fuck is so interesting in your phone that you don't bother to pay me attention?" Taehyung was pissed.

"What? Yes, yes. Continue, ofcourse I'm listening. I'll be ready by 9 and reach the venue in fifteen minutes, driving safely." Jimin briefly looks at him, whines and then returns back to watching or doing whatever he was, on phone.

Taehyung glances at him for a while, with a blank expression, and then leaves his office cabin to go back to his own with a slouched and sad posture.

Here he was, rambling out things the other person wasn't even interested in listening. He wasn't much of a speaker but for that precious one, he was  happily willing to be everything.

But he isn't needed by that precious human anymore, he thinks.

Jimin is okay. Healthy. Happy. And doing fine. He has gotten back to his everyday life. And moreover, he isn't obliged to listen to whatever Taehyung says. They aren't even in a relationship. Just a confession was all that they had. Spare a few sweet moments here and there.

Does it not mean anything to him now? Am I being too much of a simp? What is so important that he didn't even notice my absence!

The brunette's gaze yet again floats around and reluctantly gets fixed at the male dressed in a navy blue blazer and flaunting a freshly dyed soft purple hair, sitting across him separated by the glass walls. Jimin was still busy with his phone, unaware that the younger had left the cabin long ago.

Taehyung knows he is being dramatic as always and overreacting. But he doesn't know what to do of it. What he ever seeks is attention from only this one person and even he is busy in God knows what.

What am I supposed to do? Be okay? Yeah right!

It was already evening and it was their time to leave too. The younger fiddles with the door handle for a few seconds, thinking whether to throw his stubbornness into the trash and go drag the purple-haired male out with him like everyday and walk to the parking together, or walk out alone, quietly.

But it'll be rude if I just go.

But I'm hurt.

But I can't just ignore him.

But he ignored me first, so blatantly.

But...

"Fuck it! I'm going and that's it." He snaps the door close and saunters away without glancing back because if he did, he will not be able help but leave his melodrama aside and fall right in front his Chim, destroying whatever strain of ego he had.

On the other hand, Jimin bites his lower lip between his teeth, typing anxiously on his phone.

Why isn't Kookie picking calls? And not a single message is getting delivered.

The last time he had contacted him was one week ago. Jungkook had happily told him that he had gotten enough of the proofs and that he can now get hold of the sibling duo legally. Just a few more finishing information was what he was seeking.

Jimin was relieved at that news. His TaeTae won't be living in constant fear of his safety and they can finally have a normal way of living. But now that he wasn't responding and there was no way for him to be able to connect to the youngest, he was getting worried about the situation.

If they get their hands on him or get to know Tae's or mine involvement, it's gonna be nothing but trouble.

"Aah my head hurts at all this stress." Jimin sighs but then realises it is suddenly too quiet around him. He jerks his head up, only to find the spot empty where the younger was sitting previously.

Jiminiepabo, what a damn moron you are!

"Taehyungshi..." He calls out, moving towards the secretary's desk obviously aware that the younger was bothered by his ignorance from a few minutes ago.

"Taehyungshi, I'm sorry it was just a small task. I didn't ignore you intentionally. Where did you go?" He feels bad. He really didn't do it intentionally but his mind had many things running through it back then, so it conveniently skipped the everyday reminder of the younger.

A vibration inside his pocket catches his attention so he slides out his phone, wishing it was anything that confirmed Jungkook was okay.

Taehyungshi:

Reach Hotel Conrad by 8. I'll come there directly.

Sorry if you were expecting someone else's message.

He read my mind?

"Right. He's mad. And I'm a clown." Jimin looks at the message sadly. With what face was he supposed to ask the younger about what happened to his previous idea of giving him a ride to the hotel when he himself was so busy having a staring contest with his damn phone over his damn ex whom his damn lover hates to guts!
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"Mr. Park, I'm glad you made it to the dinner. Please enjoy yourselves."

"Thankyou Ms. Roswell." Jimin bows in courtesy and makes his way into the banquet arranged tonight to celebrate the successful launch of the subsidiary unit to one of their business partners.

He walks in and gives a sweeping look all over the breadth of the hall but pouts a little when he fails to spot a particular brunette. Another sigh leaves him when he finds no message or call from him.

I'm really sorry TaeTae!

The purple-haired male traipses aimlessly among the crowd, making his way to a less crowded area. His eyes shine with a childish enthusiasm when he spots a corner serving every kind of exotic wine and who was he to not try them all while waiting for his vexed piece of pie.

Dashing quickly, he helps himself with a glass of sweet smelling dark red wine and was about to take a sip when someone addresses to him awfully close to his ears and blood completely drains off his face making it pale.

"Nice to see you again Park Jimin."

A cold chill runs down Jimin's spine hearing the same dark and menacing voice that never stopped haunting him every night whenever he tried to fall asleep alone. His fingers clutch the stem of the glass tightly while his whole body goes rigid, not even attempting to turn around and face him, Lee Yejun.

"You sure have quite a nerve to roam around in public with so much ease, Park. And that too, without your best friend."

I'll never be bothered by your constant worrying TaeTae. I won't ignore you too. I promise. Just please come here right now. I need you!

Thick drops of cold sweat emerge on his forehead as the older tries to control his suddenly irregular breathing, not wanting to make a scene in public with his recurring panic attacks.

All hell of his efforts break loose when he feels a lecherous hand trying to sneak into his shirted waist through the coat he was wearing.

The movement was so subtle, and so stealthy in an almost secluded corner, it caught no one's attention except for a pair of brown eyes, now pitch dark in pure fury.

"LEE YEJUN YOU BASTARD! GET OFF HIM RIGHT NOW."

Half of the crowd snap their gaze towards the entrance to watch the tall and handsome man, suited in a black tuxedo paired with black shirt and an indigo coloured tie, walk murderously towards the person he just cursed at, publically.

Before Yejun could go further with his idea of 'fun' or react to the words from Kim Taehyung, a tight and jolting slap lands across his left cheek, making his glasses fly off to the ground.

The resounding loud blow and shattering of glass grabs everyone's attention and the hall falls into pindrop silence instantly, amused at the scene unfolding in front them at the liquor corner.

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Taehyung stops in his tracks immediately. His Chim just gave a well deserved slap to that blonde bastard without batting an eyelid and it would be an understatement if the younger was anything but proud. He keeps a scrutinising eye on Yejun's each move, just in case, while giving the purple-haired male his freedom to do or say whatever he wishes. He doesn't intervene.

Jimin walks two steps closer to the blonde who had staggered away from him due to the harsh blow and speaks in a surprisingly intimidating growl, his jaw painfully clenched and eyes red from holding back angry tears.

"Stay away! Or you will not live long enough to see the next sunrise, Lee Yejun. I might as well just kill you in your sleep!" His words are almost inaudible. Too low for the people standing farway to hear. But since the place had suddenly grown awfully quiet, it reaches everyone's ears loud and clear. Every single word coming out of the beautiful man sounds like a vow. Strong and deadly. Very unlike his appearance.

Yejun blinks dumbfounded, caressing his stinging cheeks. He doesn't even dare to look around at the numerous people with stares ready to pierce him whole.

Jimin turns on his heels mechanically and walks away in daze, only to bump into the man standing right in the middle of the path leading to the doorway. He finally looks up and things start to register when he finds the familiar dark haired man gazing at him with what seems like a proud yet concerned look, masking the anger behind those brown eyes.

"Taehyungshi!" It comes out rather overwhelming. All he wanted right now was to hide away in his embrace, not willing to let go for a very long time. No past trauma. No Yejun. No panic. Just him and the calming comfort of his Taetae.

"Let's go out first." The younger senses the unease of him and interlocks the older's little fingers into his longer ones giving him all the support he needs.

Jimin nods and they take a step forward only to hear another voice echoing throughout the hall as the lights dim simultaneously. They stop in their track and turn around, mimicking the crowd's reaction.

Everyone's head once again whips into the direction of the centre stage and onto the screen placed over there, with a clip of the owner and acting CEO of the LY industries ordering his minions to finish off his insignificant competitors prior to the recent estate sale auction.

The clip changes and a bloodied scene of six piled up dead bodies pops on the screen causing it's audience to gasp and curse. The braver lot at once deduces the identity of those bodies as their fellow business associates or their managers after a careful look. Since those people weren't as influential, no one found it suspicious when the estate sale went smoothly into the hands of Lee Yejun, without any of the strong contenders showing up.

Another clip pulls up showing the inhuman treatment of the workers under the care of LY Corporations. More similar scenes of Lee Yejun trying to harass his own subordinates and bribing them into keeping quiet keeps playing subsequently.

There also plays many audio clips with the said man blabbering about his brutality with a sadistic joy prominent in his voice. An audio confession of what he did to Jimin comes up as well and the crowd gasps loudly, some peeking at the purple-haired male and some glaring at Yejun.

Jimin's breath hitches at that particular statement. A quick recap of the past plays in his mind, giving rise to a feeling of nausea inside of him.

Taehyung, on the other hand, fumes at the broadcast, unaware of his death grip around Jimin's palm. His steps involuntarily move towards Yejun, in pure wrath, wanting to strangle him to death right there but the older tugs him back, with a shake of his head.

Everyone attending the gathering was dumbstruck. They did know Lee Yejun wasn't someone very cultured, to begin with. But they didn't know he was filthy and criminal to this extent. They keep whispering their shock with each other until the show ends.

Yejun stands there in utter shock.

What the fuck is all this? I very clearly had destroyed the pendrive this morning itself.

Also, shockingly, except for a few incidents, others were all the old ones. Some weren't even in the pendrive he had seen earlier today. And he clearly remembers that the last time he saw the boy, he was lying unconscious over a chair in Tzuyu's farmhouse.

Who is now trying to dig out my past skeletons?

"Mr. Lee, care to explain what the hell is this?" Ms. Roswell, the host, speaks with a calm demeanor that reeks of peace before storm.

All the eyes were now glaring at the blonde male who glares back at them with equal intensity.

The news that stood out the most among all the things was the one pertaining to the MD of K&J Industries, and the man had fairly good relationship with most of the business associates. All they knew before was that he had a rival attack on the most non harmful Park Jimin. But now that they know the truth, it was only fair that they wanted the blonde man to be dealt with, immediately.

"Why are you people looking at me like that? This is the corporate world. Splashing filth on the significant players is a common sight. This holds no credibility whatsoever." Yejun yells in a loud voice but everyone gives him an unsure look.

"So all those dozens of clips are all false? They have nothing to do without you? You take us for fools, Mr. Lee?" Someone from the crowd speaks up after taking a glance at a distressed Park Jimin.

"Why is it so hard to believe me? Did y'all forget who I am? You little shits come to me to get things done and now, look at your chameleon faces turning against me. Bloody reptiles!" Yejun snaps hard, his face red with anger.

"Mind your tongue Mr. Lee! You still are a guest of mine and I don't want to ruin this event with your nonsense. So please leave the venue and wait for the police to visit you at your doorsteps." Ms. Roswell more like orders him to fuck off and not make a scene.

"And who is managing the screens? Seize him right now." The guards immediately saunter off on her command while she asks everyone to rather concentrate on their food and drinks.

Yejun grits his teeth fuming as anger surges through him. First, the slap. Now, this scandal. The day couldn't get worse. In what hour of Satan had he thought he was finally free to have fun with his JK's little bitch!

He walks past Jimin, who was stood beside Taehyung with a tight grip around his fingers, and glares at him with malice dripping from the now bare eyes. The brunette growls lowly like a predator ready to tear off whatever it is in front of him, but the snowball human keeps him from exploding.

"What was that?" Jimin says, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Everything that transpired in the past twenty minutes felt like eternity to him because he was still reeling with the disgusting presence of Yejun. Only when he left did he find himself breathing normally once again.

This time, the feeling wasn't as painful and constricting as before. He had managed to pull himself together. But it still was quite prominent.

"Maybe it was Jungkook's doing." Taehyung says rather distastefully, not willing to take the name of the person.

No, it wasn't.

Jungkook was supposed to get everything done in secrecy. Jimin had asked him so, because he didn't want Taehyung to know anything about Tzuyu's connection with Yejun. There was no way the youngest decided to make a big show of the everything, of Jimin's incident, even if the whole proceeding had nothing related to his soulmate's ex girlfriend.

"Hmm. Maybe. Let's just leave, Taehyungshi."

And who was Taehyung to ignore his wish. He immediately pulls him out of the building and to his car.

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"I'll get your car delivered to your house. Come with me tonight."

"I-"

"And no fucking excuses. I let go of you once and look what happened. You dare overlook my words again and I'm gonna lock you up at my home forever. Understood?" He yells a little loudly making his deep voice echo like a bass boom into the underground parking lot. He was genuinely mad this time and it wasn't the time to feel sorry for his harshness.

"Everytime for the sake of you I agree to your wishes. You don't hear me out at times. Fine. But you getting into troubles because of it, I'm sorry I cannot keep calm. What if that nasty shit did something dangerous? You keep making me regret my decisions and it has now started to pile up enough for my whole life, Jiminah."

Jimin ducks his head low at the reprimand, quietly listening to Taehyung ramble continuously.

"Before anything, you are my best friend. I care for you more than anything. But I love you equally as well. I really don't know what to do about it. Whether to just agree to what you want or..." The younger notices the quietude a while later when he hears not protest from the latter and stops abruptly.

"What? Since when did you become so submissive? You won't argue back with your dumb as fuck reasons?" He snaps but with a softer tone than before.

"Sorry!" The older mumbles.

"That's no reason to- wait, what?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend to ignore you back then. And I'm sorry for not listening to you." Taehyung scrutinizes him for a second or two, but then decides to not say anymore.

"Forget it. I'm fine. Its my fault anyway to bore you everyday with my granny lectures. Get in. We are going home." He dismisses the matter and opens the car door to sit on the driver's side when a pair of hands wrap themselves around his waist and a warm body presses itself on his back.

"You don't bore me TaeTae. You can never. I love it when you care for me and get worried my sake. Please don't be mad at your Chim." Jimin squishes his cheek on his back and says in an adorably smooth honey-like voice melting away all the tension held between the two souls.

Taehyung pretends to still be angry and huffs loudly, making sure that the older hears it.

"What shall I do for you to dissolve all that anger?"

"I'm not angry."

"And I'm a clown. Taehyungshi, say something better." Jimin stomps his foot in irritation and desperation as he makes him turn around to face his pretty features, contorted into a frown.

"You want to know?" The younger looks at him with vulnerable eyes, confusing Jimin for a quick second.

But before he could respond, he is scooped up into a bone crushing hug by the brunette. There was a slight tremble is his words when he spoke next to his ear.

"Please don't ever leave me. I cannot bear anything happening to you for the third time or any time, Jiminah. I'll die..."

Jimin takes a sharp breath at the use of such extreme words.

"Taehyungshi, nothing will happen to me. Why are you saying all this?" A gasp escapes his lips when he finds himself being pulled in the embrace more closer. It wasn't anything sexual. But the gesture was still very intimate, making his insides shudder at the intensity.

"Just... Just stay like this. Even the thought of you leaving me for something or someone else hurts so much. Its insane but I really love you beyond repair. I'm sorry if it ever gets too overwhelming for you. You won't leave me, right?"

Just where is all this coming from?

"I didn't fall for a whitewashed version of Kim Taehyung. I love him, and his every version. I will never leave, TaeTae. Never ever!" He manages to pry his hands off the arms locked around his and hugs back the younger with equal warmth and conviction.

"Promise?"

"Promise!"
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"How the fuck can you do this?" Yejun snaps when his phone is snatched away from him amidst all the chaos as he was trying to connect to his sister stealthily for the umpteenth.

Ever since yesterday night after the ruckus, Tzuyu's phone was unreachable and Yejun was going insane. He had driven to the farmhouse as well, but the doors were all unlocked and there was no sign of either the woman or Jungkook. He was now sure JK had broken through the capture and decided to fuck his life up. And Tzuyu was definitely now his hostage with no phone to attend to. Atleast that was his assumption.

"You should co-operate with the authorities, Mr. Lee and let us investigate according to the books."

Yejun pulls at his hair in frustration while the inspector and other authorities take custody of his personal and professional belongings, keys and documents as well as seal off all his bank transactions till the investigation ends.

"Also, you will be in our custody starting now." The police officer says, making the two sub inspectors swiftly handcuff the blonde and drag him behind them to the van.

It was still early in the morning, and it would make a perfect prime time headline for the rest of the day. This thought had numerous media houses flock like penguins all around his residence as well as his sealing office.

"I'll make sure each and everyone of you pay for your audacity. Fucking bastards!" Yejun grumbles angrily but has no effect on the uniformed people around him which infuriates him even more, while the camera shutters continue to parade on his eardrum.
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As expected, the news spread like wild fire about the horrendous deeds of the business mafia of LY Corporations in the corporate world. The common people too weren't kept in dark as all the news portals flashed the headlines of temporary sealing of the company and the arrest of it's owner, incessantly.

Jimin was sitting in Taehyung's cabin as usual, for their evening coffee, scrolling through the news feed while Taehyung was busy reading and signing the last few files. The office was fairly empty since it was past the office hours and Darla had already left.

The two had tried to contact Jungkook earlier that day but as usual, he was unavailable. The younger had proposed the idea that maybe he fled from the scene safely but Jimin wasn't buying it. But he didn't verbally refuse him too.

"Taehyungshi, just imagine, if not Kookie, who else can do this?" The purple-haired male gives out another theory of his.

"No idea." Taehyung's hand stop abruptly and he speaks with a frown that has basically appeared from hearing Jungkook's nickname.

"I'm just glad Yejun isn't out and around to cause unnecessary trouble to him or us."

"Mhm. He is fine, Jimin. You don't have to care so much." The brunette finally raises his head to meet Jimin's eyes while the older looks at him with a confused expression, calmly twirling the paper weight.

"Who?"

"Your Kookie." He spats.

"C'mon Taehyungshi. You really have to get jealous now of all the times." Jimin chuckles looking at his forever sulking TaeTae.

"I'm sorry but I honestly don't get any positive vibes from him no matter what he does or says, okay? I really cannot help it." He rants dryly.

Well, he's your ex and I can never not be bothered!

"People being drunk on jealousy, Oof." He sips on his coffee, shaking his head.

"Whatever!" Taehyung goes back to his files which very much irks Jimin. He wasn't in a mood for any serious business. He is never, but anyway, he tries to lighten up the atmosphere.

"TaeTae?"

"Hmm?"

"You call me Nae Sarang lovingly. What should I call you?"

"I don't know. It's your problem. Deal with it."

"Seriously? What the hell Taehyungshi. That was rude." Jimin gasps dramatically, feigning an offended tone.

"I really don't have any energy left for this, Jiminah. Let me just finish these and I'll head home." The mere mention of Jungkook always manages to put off his mood. Add to it the fact that he wasn't the one to put Yejun behind bars, as much as he wanted to kill the man off.

I wish I could just evaporate both of them up .

Sensing his sourness, Jimin gets up from the chair in front and walks around the desk. Taehyung follows his movements passively but pretends to be inattentive. The older swings his chair to make Taehyung face him and slides his fingers down the contours his face slowly and sexily, a smirk playing on his lips as the younger tries his hardest to remain unaffected.

"You have no energy left?" Jimin climbs over and straddles the younger, adjusting himself above him just right enough that his slightest movement grinds over the brunette. The younger gulps heavily watching him up close. Flawless and smooth. Absolutely devourable.

"Let me help you then!" The words were so innocent. Nothing that can evoke any explicit feeling. Yet, the smirk on his soft, thick and shiny lips and the wink from dark orbs has Taehyung in a bunch and oh was he going to regret his casually spoken words!

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The purple-haired male loosens his tie lazily and throws it off to the desk, over Taehyung's files, staring directly at the brunette with desirous eyes.

Taehyung couldn't help but squirm underneath that gaze while his eyes flicker down to his Adam's apple. He makes an attempt to kiss it but Jimin pushes him back, keeping his palm over his chest with a soft teasing giggle.

"You are tired. Aren't you? Let me make it up for you, Taehyungshi." They were simple words. But the older's deliberate whimper and coquettish baritone has the younger's eyes darken and pupils dilate with pure desire and lust. Jimin unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt and spreads it's flaps apart suggestively, giving the other male a sneak peek to his milky smooth collarbone and rest of the skin hidden away for very good reasons.

He leans over Taehyung's nape, while grinding his hips over that hard crotch oh so very subtly, causing the younger to let out a struggled moan.

Aah shit, he's good!

"Feels good?" Jimin whispers seductively over his ears, never having a skin to skin contact, and Taehyung could only hum in response. Touch or not, he was still a foolish mess in front of Jimin. The said man locks the younger's wrist over both the chair's hand rest with his grip and moves back and forth with more force because the friction just feels way better and he was starting to forget his original plan of only teasing him.

Taehyung wasn't in any better condition as well. The unrestrained moans of the older keeps growing louder right beside his ears and it gives him jolts of pleasure just hearing them.

He wanted to touch him. Feel him with his hands and lips. But he wasn't being given the freedom. He was painfully throbbing inside his pants and was on the verge of crying out with the torture his Chim was inflicting upon him.

"Want more?" Jimin tries to collect his thoughts amidst his slightly heavy breathing, with each one sending a wisp of Taehyung's ever so inviting perfume into his senses, and asks, the words barely audible.

"Y-yes... Please let me t-touch you, Jiminah!" These broken and stuttering syllables makes Jimin stop completely.

You are right where I wanted you, my pitiful piece of pie!

Taehyung groans loudly, trying to free his hands and make the older complete what he started but his grip is just too firm, for a change.

The purple-haired male lifts his head from the younger's shoulder and moves back a little to look at that flushed red face with amusement...

... And an evil smirk!

"It's your problem. Deal with it." He reiterates Taehyung's words from a while back, winking, and climbs off his lap swiftly to run out, leaving his coat and tie behind.

What the fuck!

Taehyung didn't even get the time to process his words, let alone act up and catch the fleeing culprit.

"Park fucking Jimin!" He yells, finally taming a certain anatomy of his to an acceptable level and dashes out of his office to chase him down the empty stairs since he took the elevator.

Too bad. Jimin's car was already gone and Taehyung was now on the verge of crying. The second time. Due to overwhelming frustration.

"This pabo of a human. Just wait for tomorrow!" He huffs with dissatisfaction and walks back only to grab his own car keys and leave, files be damned. Because the tie lying over it simply makes him recall the awful seduction in precise details and it would be futile to work under such dire circumstances.

What a sexual crisis I landed myself into?
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"All okay?" Taehyung can swear he heard a sadistic smirk in Jimin's voice.

"You're so fucking finished tomorrow, Park Jimin." He growls. Relieving himself wasn't a big deal of the whole drama but what troubled him was, he wanted Jimin. And he couldn't help himself with all the sinful thoughts parading inside his head that he would do to the shorter male.

"Uh-oh. Blue balls hurt that much?"

"Don't you act all pitiful now."

"That's what you get when you act like a jerk."

"You could have just scolded me. What the hell is this? I honestly want to drive over to your place and-"

"Shhh. You don't get to decide it all the time. I do. And didn't you say all you wanted was to go home? Well, there you are. At home."

Taehyung groans while Jimin laughs his heart out, feeling extremely delighted to have teased the hell out of the brunette.

"I hate you, seriously."

"I love you too Tae Sarang..." Jimin continues to laugh in his honey voice, making Taehyung smile at his happy Chim inspite of his grievances.

You seriously will be the death of me one day, Chim!
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A new day in office and Taehyung was late. He had slept late last night, due to certain obvious reasons and obvious people. And currently he was walking into the office and towards the secretary's desk with a determined stance.

"Where's Mr. Park?"

"He's in a meeting with the finance department, sir. The financial year end report is due next week so he has gone to brief on it."

"Oh. Okay!"

I'll find you soon, Jiminiepabo!

Taehyung goes back to work but remains distracted for most of the time.

The sexy lover of his had seduced him to edge yesterday and then had left him hanging over there, all alone. But what's more frustrating is the fact that he had never felt this needy. He had been a subtle romantic and not a wild or desparate one.

Their first time was also quite passionate and it will always be the most special moment for him. And he was happy about it.

But currently, he was dying to be anything but subtly romantic to Jimin. All that he was looking for was a chance to ravish this purple snowball of a human until he forgets his own name.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, trying to put his wildly running thoughts together but looses it as soon as he opens his eyes and finds Jimin leaning slightly over Darla's desk and talking seriously about something. The round clear glasses were resting on his nose while the purple mane ran down his face perfectly. He was akin to an absolute magazine model cut-out. Perfect!

His slightly bent posture was totally accentuating his plump, round ass and Taehyung doubts if he salivated and drooled at the sight.

Just what the fuck is wrong with me!

"Darla, send Mr. Park to my cabin. Now." Putting down the receiver, he watches her convey the message to Jimin only for him to wave it off and ignore completely.

The fucking audacity!

On the other hand, Jimin was totally enjoying Taehyung's plight.

"Okay. Thankyou beautiful, for the help. I'll call you up for more details later on." He smiles and walks off to his own office, and sits right across the younger's line of sight with a challenging grin.

Taehyung mouths the words "wait and watch" to him before averting his gaze and thinking of how to grab his hands on this little brat.

Jimin simply chuckles, enjoying the whole show. After a very long time was he feeling free from all the tensions. So, he intended to enjoy it to the fullest. Even if it meant dragging the brunette down with him in his mischief.

Just then, his telephone rings, summoning him to another meeting. And the best part about that was, Mr. CEO was attending it too.

"Let's begin the game, shall we?" He says to no one in particular and leaves with a mischievous grin, ready to play with the brunette some more.

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If anything, the meeting was a literal torture to Taehyung.

With Jimin sitting on the far end of the table, only the younger could see him from the podium while the rest of the ten pair of eyes were on him. And Jimin for sure took advantage of it.

Picking up the pencil kept aside, he had quietly and ever so slowly dragged its rear on his thick lips, licking it off in a rather inappropriately hot manner making a thin sheen of saliva coat his lips, glistening over it.

Taehyung had gulped at the sight, crushing the sheets in his hands into a mess. All his efforts to reign down the want had burnt into ashes with that smoldering gaze Jimin had held against his own, making his heart palpitation increase by a few beats.

If that wasn't enough, Jimin had pretended, note the emphasis on 'pretended', to drink water but oh boy, was he the son of a devil.

A few thick drops of water had trickled down from the corner of his mouth, so he loosened his tie to expose a good part of his neck and seductively wiped off the trail with a blatant smirk, only directed to the CEO's strenuously held back beast.

A giggle had escaped his lips when he heard Taehyung fumble and stutter in his words profusely and had accepted the hard glare on him impressively.

After an hour, the torture had finally ended and they watched as the crowd dispersed outside the hall.

"Why is it so quiet?" Jimin asks Taehyung who's walking beside him after leaving the meeting hall, very, very pissed off.

"Everyone left." He says with a clenched jaw which the shorter obviously notices but ignores.

"Wait what? Already?" He looks at his watch with big eyes to check the time.

"But it's still 3 PM. And I don't think there is any occasion today. Is it?"

"No occasion. I asked them to leave. It's a half day for them." Taehyung says nonchalantly.

"Why?"

They enter the elevator to descend down to their floor and Taehyung waits till the door closes before pinning Jimin's waist over the metal wall and slamming his lips onto the older's hungrily.

A satisfied sigh escapes him at the feeling of those gorgeous and tasteful pair of blueberries against his own. If it was practically an option, he would have eaten all of him, basking in the deliciousness. But thankfully, it wasn't.

Jimin immediately reciprocates with equal desparation, playing with Taehyung's tongue inside his own mouth, feeling its every crevice. Electrifying sparks erupt all over his body, having the younger's close to him. Pressed impossibly close to him.

He snakes his arms around his neck to get a grip, knees being like jelly with the intense rush of hormones inside him but is stopped midway when Taehyung grips both of his wrists and pins it above his head with one hand, nipping and biting his bottom lip simultaneously. Jimin looses some more of his sanity, feeling a mild sting caused by the former's teeth, which gives rise to a wild desire in him.

Hot!

"This is why they have a half day, Park Jimin..." The younger speaks against his lips in a deep dominant tone, running his tongue along and licking off blood from the little bruise formed over it. His otherwise intimidating look was magnified exponentially in that moment and Jimin couldn't help but whimper submissively at that soul piercing stare.

Taehyung's other hand travels down to the older's belt and unbuckles it with ease, grazing over his hardness deliberately. Jimin cries in pleasure at the light touches, his wants rising up incessantly, urging for a hell lot more.

"Take off your coat." And Jimin does as said, almost breathless from the kiss, but his hands are locked again as soon as the clothing falls off along with his lips locked against the brunette's.  He gets rid of his own blazer and crushes himself over the shorter male in no time, his hands running under his shirt all over, earning delirious moans when he runs tip of his slick tongue over that sensitive, smooth neck.

The cloths lie in a corner, pooled into a mess, just like the thoughts of the two aroused souls inside that cramped space.

Taehyung turns Jimin around, back facing him, and pulls off his tie and shirt buttons furiously, snapping two or three in the process.

Oh, was he desperately turned on to hell. His head was feeling muddled with only the thoughts of the purple-haired male and his perfectly curvaceous waist under his big palm.

His lips immediately find its way down to his nape and shoulders, marking them territorially red as he slides off the shirt.

"Kiss me more!" Jimin blurts and the younger gladly clenches his jaw in his fingers and smashes their lips together once again, grinding his erection into his ass boldly.

His hand roam all over Jimin's chest, pinching and grazing the well built torso until he flicks his taut nipples roughly, making him cry out a pitiful yet arousing moan.

Just then, the elevator dings, announcing it's arrival to their floor. But seems like non of them were sane enough to hear it.

"Ughh Jimin you are so fucking sexy..." Taehyung rasps over his neck, biting and kissing it at the same time, his right arm sliding down the chest, then abdomen, and finally to the rim of his trousers.

The only voice audible from Jimin was the hisses, groans and melodious moans reverberating inside the elevator from all the action and Taehyung would be lying if he didn't want to hear those for his entire life.

"Leave my hand." Jimin manages to say without a stutter, biting on his lips hard as he feels the younger palm him from over the trouser. He wanted him to do more. And if he wasn't, he would have helped himself but his hands were still locked securely in that big man's long fingers and Jimin was going insane.

"You played with me enough, Nae Sarang. Now it's my turn."

"Fuck!" Jimin throws his head back onto Taehyung shoulder, cursing loudly when Taehyung slides his hand inside, wrapping his palm over the hot and pulsing shaft of his.

Taehyung smirks at the reaction, stroking him slowly. Oh so very slowly.

"What do you think you are doing, Kim Taehyung?" The older growls in frustration.

"Just what do you want me to do, Park Jimin?" And Taehyung was being equally evil.

The reply rolls back down Jimin's throat as the brunette flicks his tip down below, and only a strained deep sigh manages to escape, satisfying Taehyung.

"I really want to fuck you so hard right in this elevator..." It was really getting hard to stop and care to look for an appropriate place. He might as well take him right here, right now.

"Then fucking do it. Stop playing around." Non of them knew from where was the boldness coming from, but neither complained.

Finally, Jimin's wrists are released from the tight claws, leaving a light pink mark over his pale skin. But without a rest, they are directed to Taehyung's hardness behind him. While he's being slow stroked, Jimin pumps the younger vigorously, after Taehyung gets rid of his pants and boxers, making him swell inside his palm, with lots of pitiful grunts beside his ear.

Taehyung grabs a bottle of lube from his pocket before throwing away the pants, and lubricates his fingers, sliding them up into the older, without a prior warning.

"Oh shit, this feels so good. Fuck..." The shorter yells with an unrestrained loudness as Taehyung keeps adding more fingers. All the while, Jimin keeps his pace to jerk him off, with both the males moaning in pleasure like there's no tomorrow.

"Fuck, Jimin... D-don't go so fast. I don't want to... I... Ughh fuck it!" He halts Jimin's wrists with one hand, while the other lubricates his shaft enough before slamming right inside of the older's hole from behind.

"T-taehyu..ng...aaah!" Jimin cries, rather moans, falling so weak in knees that if not for Taehyung's arm around his waist, he would have melted on the floor. Giving him enough time to adjust, the brunette starts to move.

"Does this feel good?" He whispers hotly, playing with his earlobes tucked within his lips.

"No, fuck me harder!" He grinds himself against the younger harshly but gets not enough action from the other.

"Tell me what you want." Taehyung strokes inside of him keeping the pace not so slow but not so rushed either.

"Fuck me till you cum inside of me... Aah..." He screams in ecstacy when Taehyung rams in all the way deep to his prostrate. Realising that his dirty words were giving such results, Jimin smirks amidst all the chaos.

And you think you are the one in control. Hilarious!

"Fuck me till I forget everything except your dick inside of me...!" Taehyung was having a hard time breathing and working on the naughty little human in his arms, who was spouting such vulgur words making him go crazy.

"Oh you are such a little devil..." He keeps riding in till the horizon, with Jimin gasping and panting for air, the tension rising in the pit of his stomach.

"Do you want me to stroke you till you come all over my hand?"

"Oh yes baby... Do everything you want!" Taehyung  continues to play with him earning more lewd sounds from the shorter male, apart from the squelching caused by his shaft running in and out of the pink hole.

"Your insides are so wet, Jiminah. So fucking inviting... Squeezing me inside of you. You like it, right? Does it feel good, getting fucked bent in an elevator?" If it's going to be shameless, so be it. Taehyung moans at the unexplainable jolt of pleasure rising in him as he keeps thrusting hard and fast inside Jimin.

"Fucking yes baby... You feel so go-good inside of me." Jimin yells, grabbing onto Taehyung's shirt sleeves, almost passing out with the stimulation.

"Cum for me, Nae Sarang...!"

Jimin was already on the verge and with the commanding voice of Taehyung, he almost immediately releases all over the his hand along with the brunette cumming after a few more quick thrusts.

The stream of hot liquid hits deep inside the purple-haired male and his post orgasmic bliss doubles up at that, and he feels his body slack limply in Taehyung's secured arms.

Their urgent breathing comes back to a fairly normal pace after a good while of staying without moving an inch.

"That was... That was good." Jimin says with a contented soft smile, eyes still dazed slightly from the previous high.

"You think you are done after all the torture I had to bear, dear Chim?"

"What do you mea- Tae what the fuck!" The purple-haired male doesn't even get a chance to think when his legs involuntarily wrap around the younger's waist as he carries him in into their office.

Taehyung's office to be precise!

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"Run away?"

"Yes you little idiot. How even the fuck you got caught? I told you to destroy all that shit and-"

"Shut the fuck up, okay. What do you think I was dying to put my neck on the knife? And it's all because of you. Where is he? Weren't you supposed to put him together?" Yejun seethes in anger, but keeps his voice low, in case the fellow cellmates or worse, some other constable hears him.

"I didn't pay a hefty sum to smuggle the cellphone just so that you can rant and blame me. I was knocked out by him and I don't know wherever the fuck he went. I was in some stinky basement alone after I woke up so stop shitting about me. Atleast I was able to get away, unlike your pitiful ass." Tzuyu growls into phone equally loudly.

"Yeah fine. What did you mean by run away?"

"You aren't getting out anytime soon given the case against you. You want your freedom, don't you?"

"Get to the fucking point."

"Run away till the matter cools down. I'll settle it behind you."

"From the cell?"

"Or what? From the palace? You dimwit. The man will help."

Yejun eyes the burly man dressed as a constable suspiciously. But the man doesn't budge an inch, staring far ahead with a stoic express.

"Why are you helping me?" He knows better than to trust his deranged sister. And there definitely is a catch, given she's helping him without even his plea.

"Ofcourse unless you help me out."

This selfish bitch!

"What do you want?"

"Kidnap me!"
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With one hand supporting the shorter male clinging to him, Taehyung brutally slides off everything from above the secretary's desk. Not a single thought of clanking pens and shattering glasses register through his brain as he does so before making Jimin sit on it's edge.

In a quick motion, his slides his hand beneath the older's thigh and lifts his leg over his shoulder to have a clear and wide access to whatever he was aiming for.

"Taehyungshi what you... Oh... Yes, jus-just like that... Fuck..." After only a couple of minutes of rest, he was back to being a moaning mess. His shaft was securely wrapped by those dainty pair of lips and within those was a sinister tongue licking and sucking him off. He sinks his hand into the black hair, guiding him into giving an earth-shattering blowjob of his life.

Loud gulps and slurps echo throughout the empty office, sounding musical to both the men's ears as they grow even harder. But just then, a small sense of inappropriateness knocks the few functioning brain cells of Jimin and he voices out his concern.

"Tae... Tae-listen. Oh... Wai- OH FUCK YESS!" It was really difficult to get out intelligible words when he was being over pleasured. And as usually expected, Taehyung hears none of those itty-bitty words.

Summoning his strength, Jimin looses his grip on the desk's edge and taps the younger on his shoulder furiously to which he cocks up his eyebrows inquiringly, mouth still busy doing its job.

"We... It's Darla's desk... We shouldn't do-fuck Tae, wait a fucking second let me speak..." He throws his back at the bliss of getting deep throated by the male snuggled between his legs. A few good seconds are lost in enjoying the scorching warmth of his mouth around his weeping erection before he once again starts speaking in a hoarse voice.

"Weshouldn'tfuckonherdesk. It's inappropriate." He says everything in a breath, sighing breathlessly as he feels Taehyung slow down on him, eliciting a reluctant whine out of him.

Wasting no time in reasoning with the purple-haired male, he detaches himself with a pop and drags a limply skipping Jimin into his office a few steps away.

"You agreed so easily?" Jimin chuckles looking at his impatience, but the laughter is stuck in his throat when the next moment, Taehyung pushes him against the wall beside his file rack, lifts his left leg against his hips and plunges into him without warning.

"FUCK!" A loud cry echoes all over the cabin, making the younger smirk.

"Easy, huh?" He teases looking straight into Jimin's eyes, who glares back with equal intensity. He isn't going to let him get away with victory.

"Will you move or just stay there like a fucking sloth?" He squeezes his insides around the brunette's shaft which was reaching deep inside of him, making Taehyung squint his eyes at the ecstacy, which is enough to satisfy his soul.

Without wasting anymore words and strength, Taehyung starts thrusting him with utmost devotion, making sure to wreck the devil's incarnate limply crying with pleasure against his body. Jimin's eyes almost roll back at the hot throbbing shaft rubbing against his moist pulsing insides, setting his insides ablaze with carnal nirvana.

"Wanna tease more?" Taehyung asks hoarsely, going in and out the other male without a stop, harder, faster and deeper.

Jimin crashes his lips onto him as an answer and he gladly complies, kissing him back messily. A barrage of slick drool pours down from the corner of their connected mouth, shining through the rays of dusky sun pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling window's glass.

"You made a mess of me TaeTae!" Jimin says between the short intervals from the sucking of tongues, to get his breath back.

"Sure, I did!" He smiles with a plunge right into the older's overstimulated prostrate making him gasp.

"Yes, oh... Just right there. Baby... You keep missing it delibe- FUCK YES, MORE!" Taehyung was very well aware where it would please him the most but he just wanted to save him from the over-sensitivity because he wasn't done yet.

"How even did I never think to fuck you before. You are literally driving me crazy right now, for fucks sake!" The brunette rasps, panting heavily, resting his head in the crook of Jimin's nape as the latter clings to him so close with his all four limbs.

There were sweat beads erupting all over there hot bodies, lubricating the friction between their practically glued chests. Taehyung kneads into his butt at each push, making Jimin dig and scratch his back with his sharp claws given the amount of exhilaration he was feeling.

"I'm close... Taehyungshi!" This has the younger go faster, supporting his laxing body over his shoulders instead of the wall so that he doesn't hurt himself.

"Shit... Yes... Oh my... Ah... Hah...!" Broken words and sounds mark the release of the white liquid all over the place, running down the younger's leg instead, due the position they were in.

"I guess you gotta help me with mine now." Jimin was exhausted but the dilated pupils of the younger and eyes red from lust with a laid back hint of love makes him nod at how sultry and delicious he looks.

It would be a shame if he doesn't let the man built like a sex God to screw him raw and wrecked against the office desk.

Taehyung seems to have read the desirous look in his eyes and immediately back him up over the desk, making a mess of stuff falling on the floor yet again.

I should keep the desk clean more often!

Pulling out for the time being, he savours the perfectly curved and milky smooth body of the man lying beautiful and naked on his wide desk.

"You really are so beautiful. I wonder how I never gave in to your seduction before." He speaks against his skin, kissing it and marking it several shades of scarlet. Jimin hisses and wiggles at the awfully passionate and warm touches and kisses over his entire form.

It was even more intimate than the two sessions they just had.

"I never tried hard or else you'll be lost case way before." Jimin winks when Taehyung crawls up to kiss his lips.

"Really?" He blurts with an amused smirk.

"Proof of it is today. Look around the office and you'll know what I do to you." He giggles confidently.

Indeed!

And who was Taehyung to not agree. The smirk is replaced my a grin and dives into his neck and lips, eating it as it were a rare meal.

Jimin let's himself be drawn into the feeling of being relished by someone he has hopelessly fallen in love with.

Not many words are spoken after that as their feelings grow more out of lust and more into love when Taehyung slow fucks him against his desk, surrendering completely to the likes and comfort of the purple-haired male.

A continuous rythme of Ah's leave Jimin's parted, swollen lips with every push and pull of the younger inside his ceaselessly contracting hole.

"You are always so tight even after so much of it." Taehyung struggles to breath, being so close to his own release.

With dazed eyes, they look at each other as he pulls out almost completely and chuckles when Jimin's lips go 'O' shaped at the loss. He once again goes in deep hitting him right where he likes it, making him cry out loud for the umpteenth time this evening.

Yup, it was evening by now and they were still not done. Atleast Taehyung wasn't.

Hanging both of Jimin's legs over his shoulder, he goes in arduously, almost at a wild pace, and the other doesn't seem to mind it as he arches his back and bucks his hips to match the pace for maximum pleasure, eyes shut with tears of inexplicable euphoria sticking on his lashes, breaking him into numerous worn out pieces.

After a few more ins and outs, the brunette finally releases right inside of the absent-minded pretty male trying to collect the bits of breath back.

Exhausted would be an understatement. Jimin was a wreck. A satisfied and blissful wreck.

His pliant legs slide off the younger's shoulder weakly and he lays there on the huge desk for a good while, eyes drooping down into a sleepy daze while the male on top of him manages his breaths that had previously gone erratic.

"I can't even lift a fingertip, Tae!" Jimin whispers with a tired giggle and Taehyung just falls in love anew over that tiny giggling.

"I'm here. You don't have to bother." He says as he slides out of him and Jimin squirms with the tingling of his over sensitive bunch of nerves.

Grabbing the tissues from the floor which was a mess will all his desk belongings, he wipes of the sticky fluid running all over them without having Jimin move an inch.

"Wait here." Saying that, he goes out o grab their garments scattered all over the office and elevator and oh boy, he is never going to forget the way his office looks right now.

A fucking erotic earthquake!

He laughs, shaking his head as he walks back in with Jimin's coat, trousers and other belongings.

The purple-haired male was still lying like a dead fish over the desk and Taehyung couldn't help but run his eyes from top to bottom of his nakedness.

So beautiful. And all mine.

"Stop eyeing me will you? And why were you laughing?" He turns his head to the side, and questions albeit weakly.

"It looks as if an earthquake has wrecked the place. I was just wondering how passionate the calamity was." He says pointing at him and Jimin laughs sonorously.

"Come here." He helps Jimin put on his trousers and just the coat before sliding his own clothes over him haphazardly.

"I'll just get the other things cleaned up tomorrow. Let's get you home for now, Nae Sarang!" He smiles at Jimin who is now sitting up, with his chest exposed almost sexily through the deep V of the coat.

"What are you looking?" Jimin eyes him with suspicion.

Taehyung smirks as he reaches the man in two quick and long strides and inches his face closer to him.

"W-what are you doing?" A finger traces his cleavage opening with slow moves and he finds the owner of it speak deeply into his ears.

"Wanna have another round?"

Jimin's eyes go wide at the suggestion and he instantly jerks the man away using his palm. Taehyung laughs aloud at the reaction as the older keeps rambling.

"No no no no. Absolute no. What a horny fuck you are Kim Taehyung. I never knew." He glares at him with those pretty eyes which were trying their best to appear threatening but it was useless.

"Look at you all fumbling. Relax. Just felt like teasing you."

"Pabo!"

"I love you."

"Same here but no. We aren't having anymore rounds today." He folds his hands in front of his chest, looking like an angry Pikachu to which the younger only laughs more and lifts his palm up in surrender.

"As you say. Now, come on." He slides his hand beneath the older's knees and the other goes by his upper back as he lifts him up bridal style and carries him to the parking.

Jimin does no protest and simply lays his head quietly on his chest, hearing the rythm of his heartbeat, coinciding with his own. His mind was a muddle, and his heart in heaven. His grip around the brunette's neck gradually looses as he succumbs to the deep slumber, knowing he was in the hands of someone who cares for and loves him the most in the entire world.

He was safe and cherished and loved. And that's what matters!

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"I've prepared the bath. Come on in and I'll get you cleaned up."

"I'm so tired, Tae. I can't." Jimin whines yet again, lying on the bed in Taehyung's room like an octopus, all flailed in various directions.

Taehyung grins the boxy smile, shaking his head, as he approaches the bed side and watches the purple-haired male extends his hands forward to be picked up.

"Carry me in. I'm still so sore. All because of you." He grumbles as he feels his weight being lifted up in strong arms and carried away to some place that smells of lavendar and cedarwood.

"I'm sorry, Nae Sarang! You are just too sexy for my peaceful existence." Jimin blushes a numerous shades of red when he feels a peck land on his forehead and lingers there for a few seconds.

"I need to get you out of your clothes, are you willing to stand?"

Jimin reluctantly lets go of Taehyung and lets him do all the work on him, until finally they are submerged into the lathered bathtub filled with warm water and intoxicating aroma of  luxurious bath bombs.

A sigh escapes his lips as the fatigue and temporary soreness from their earlier rendezvous gets soothed by the warmth of water and taut chest pressed against his back, running his hands all over Jimin to wash him up, soft as feather.

"How's it?" Taehyung asks, snuggling his face into the crook of the shorter's neck lovingly, hands circling in slow rhythm over his waist.

"Heaven!" Jimin giggles at the tickling feeling but eventually closes his eyes, submitting completely to the younger's hands, his body pliant yet very responsive under his touch because of the obvious goosebumps gracing his skin wherever he touches him.

"Jiminah?"

"Mhm."

"I know it's not the best place or time but... I wanted to ask you something." Taehyung sounds nervous, his movements stopping for a while as he tries to summon his angels for confidence.

"Hmm." Jimin hums, absolutely drowned in drowsiness. Half of the spoken words not even make sense in his mind which was shutting down.

After a few more mumbles and grumbles and fidgeting, the brunette clears his throat for the umpteenth time and speaks his mind.

"Will you... Will you be my boyfriend, Nae Sarang?" Taehyung almost feels his heart stop at that moment, anticipating the reply.

A minute passes by with no one saying anything. Taehyung abruptly stiffens at the quietude, because Jimin wasn't even reacting. Not even a twitch or sigh or anything.

Did I scare him? Was it too soon?

"Jiminah? Say something..." The brunette urges him, his hands still on the older's thigh, resting without a single shift of cell.

And just then, a soft, faint snore reaches his ears.

He slept?

"What the..." Taehyung didn't even know how to react. After so much thinking all along the drive to his home, he had convinced himself to ask Jimin out, whatever may be the consequence. And finally he managed to do so, but his Chim slept!

SLEPT!

Taehyung couldn't help but hit his head on Jimin's shoulder in defeat and hopelessness, laughing lightly at the whole scenario. He decided to propose Jimin in a bathroom and inside a fucking bathtub and in reply he got a snore.

Such perfection!

After almost an hour of relaxing and vibing with the peace, Taehyung gets his sleepy head wiped dry and clean and slips on him one of his oversized white shirts which was double oversized for his Chim.

But the brunette concluded, he looks cute and like a tiny snowball!

Tucking him inside the blanket, he himself slips inside, holding Jimin close to himself.

"My beautiful Chim!" He takes a glance at the older, basking in the scent and warmth emanating from him. He plants a tender kiss upon his protruding lips and his eyes twinkle as the sleeping human smiles, probably dreaming of something good.

Life had been too cruel for this pure soul in the past. Now that everything was right, he will have plenty of chances to ask him out for real.

And hopefully, in a better setup!

He chuckles at the silly thought, cozying more into Jimin and soon, drifts off to the land of dreams.
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"Aah, finally you are here." Tzuyu gives her usual ambiguous smile as Yejun walks in the hotel room, covered in black from top to bottom in the darkness of midnight.

"Explain." This wasn't a time to bullshit around with the greetings. He is basically a runaway criminal and soon the police will be in hot pursuit of his ass. He needs to get away from their radar soon enough. And the restlessness was very much physically visible on him.

"Stop being jittery, will you? You'll be free to go soon enough. Now, I need to get back into my cub's good books. And what better way than to exploit his emotional vulnerability." She smiles fondly at the mention of her 'cub', Taehyung.

"And how does me kidnapping you helps?"

"He hates your guts. So he'll definitely come after you, even if not to save me. You'll just have to hurt me enough that he is guilty of dragging me into his and his godforsaken Chim's mess. I'll do the rest."

"What if JK finds it out. We still don't know where's he?" It has a point.

He won't. Now shut-up!

"Don't worry. We won't prolong it. You'll be out of the country by..." She checks the watch on her wrist and grins eerily since the date has changed.

"...by tonight. Here!" She hands him a fake passport and flight ticket to Australia.

"This won't get you caught."

"What are you going to do of Jimin?" Yejun mentions and regrets it the very next second after watching the way her face darkens.

"Just do your part. I'll take care of the rest." She glares hard at the blonde man and he nods, not wanting to mess around.

"Where do I take you to though, after kidnapping?" He air quotes the word with a wondering look.

"The place where you took him."

"You won't rat me out, will you?"

"Ofcourse not. Stop being paranoid okay?" And Yejun swears it was the least reassuring sentence she has ever said.

I can never be sure of what goes in your crazy mind.

"Have your dinner and get some sleep. You will need to put yourself to use in the morning." She busies herself in the phone she has retrieved from God knows where, sitting on the couch by the window.

Yejun would have asked if she needed to sleep after being held captive inside some dingy basement but he knows she's insomniac so it'll be fine. He sits on the bed gorging the chicken and rice down his throat.

The food back there sucked. They better hire someone better to cook instead of a gutter worm.

On the other hand, Tzuyu stares at the conversation she was having with one of Yejun's men who used to do the dirty works for her as well. Not that her lil brother knew of.

I'll make sure you don't get to see your Chim ever again, pretty boy. It'll only be me tending to your sorry and guilty conscience hereafter!

And that eerily bright smile once again blooms on her lips as she goes back to typing.

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"Where are you going?" Jimin says groggily, eyes peeping out of duvet.

"Office... You take a day off."

"But why are you going. I'm cold now that you aren't cuddling me." He says with a pout, puffing his bread cheeks out cutely. Taehyung slides his watch up the wrist and walks up to squish his cheeks with his own, earning a giggle from the older that has a whole another fanbase.

"I don't want to go either. But there's this one delegate who's visiting and it would be rude if none of us show up." Jimin hums in consent.

"I'll come soon, Nae Sarang, wait for me." He pecks the adorable snowball on his naturally pink cheeks and stands up to leave his bedroom, or else he will loose the will he had gathered after much whining to himself.

"Tae?" Jimin says, making the younger halt at the door.

"Yeah? What is it? Your breakfast is kept on the table and just reheat the coffee when you wake-"

"Aaish. Let me speak, will you? What were you saying yesterday?"

"Uh... What?"

"In the... I-in the bathtub..." Not that he is that shy kind but reminiscing it makes him blush like a strawberry and he didn't want Taehyung to know how much he affects him. But nevermind. The stutter gave it away anyways.

"Oh... That..."

How am I supposed to say it again out of nowhere?

Why can't you?

I'm scared.

For what, you dimwit?

Aaish. Shut-up!

"It was nothing, don't bother okay?"

"But-"

"Really Chim, it was nothing. I was just going to ask if you would like us to go on a date tonight."

"What?"

WHAT? Is it any better? What the fuck Kim Taehyung!

Taehyung groans inwardly at his stupidity while Jimin gawks at him wide-eyed, now fully awake and aware.

"I... Uh... Will you?" The brunette scratches his nape with an awkward stance, standing by the door.

Why are my cherished questions turning into such weird disasters. I wonder at what setting will I ask him to marry me!

"I would love to." Jimin smiles brightly with his eyes shut into crescent moons and Taehyung swears nothing can be compared to starting a morning with that smile.

"Okay then. Relax for now. I'll let you know the time and will pick you up. Bye!"

"Tae-"

"Bye please, Chim. I'm almost about to hyperventilate at being so shit at asking out although I know you love me and I love you." This time, his voice really comes out as a miserable defeated cry and Jimin heartily laughs watching the tall man whine like a five year old.

"Bye then. Come home soon." The purple-haired man chooses not to trouble him anymore and lets go of him, at which the latter runs away frantically, shutting the door on his way.

"Such a pabo piece of pie!" Jimin shakes his head dismissively, and snuggles back into the bed, smiling to himself.
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He's not at the office. Didn't come today.

Not there since yesterday

Tzuyu grits her teeth at the obvious drama going on here.

On it.

Okay

She and Yejun are currently wandering about in the abandoned warehouse that Jimin was brought into, when he was kidnapped. While Tzuyu was busy observing her phone, the latter sits on a spare chair, contemplating his life decisions.

What if JK had already told them about her? Why will Taehyung even come to save his ex?

"Tzuyu?"

"Hmm?"

"How are you so sure that JK hadn't told them about you after running away?"

Because he didn't run away, you idiot!

"Taehyung would have come to get my neck by now if he knew I was involved." She scoffs.

"Hmm. Fair enough!" But Yejun wasn't sure. There is a constant feeling in the pit of his stomach that something is amiss. Something is about go down so bad. He just can't pinpoint it.

"When shall I call him?"

"When I tell you to!"
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In a dark, dingy underground cellar, Jungkook lies all tied up securely to a chair. His blue streaked hair are disheveled to extremity, with crimson dried up blood caking his forehead and half of the cheeks and lips. A deep gash runs from the side of his waist till the stomach with blood coagulated over it thickly, stopping the flow naturally.

A groan cracks through his badly broken jaws as he tries to wriggle out of the ropes still dwindling between consciousness.

"Jiminie..." He whispers involuntarily, eyelids still creased into a thin slit from the intoxication of drug which sure was slowly killing him. Or so he thought, given the amount of weakness he felt at the moment.

"She will... She will kill... I need to s-save my Jimi...!" Words tumble down his throat in a slur while he tries to focus his strength onto the binding around his wrists.

"Meet your Jiminie is hell tonight, little companion!"

Tzuyu's voice keeps ringing in his ears and he can't help but shout on the top of his lungs for anyone to hear him and open these knots. He needs to go save him. If he can't even do that, there's no point of surviving Tzuyu's killing attempt. He didn't die, and that's proof enough that he is still needed.

"SOMEONE HELP ME. PLEASE." He cries out weakly but loud enough, but to his dismay, the words keep echoing back to him, unable to escape the walls and attract even a fly's attention.

Without food and water for a long time, exhaustion catches up to him rather quickly and his eyes begin to droop once again. But he fights back. He has to. Scanning the area around keeping his eyes open stubbornly, he spots a broken tile piece lying on the ground to far away.

He drags the chair legs, making a shrill screeching noise and reaches the tile after a few minutes, heaving as he coughs out a blotch of scarlet coloured liquid

Damn, she made sure I was dead even in her absence!

He sighs deeply. Now he needed to pick the title up to sever the tie binding his hands behind the chair painfully. But how to reach it?

It isn't the first time he was in such a tied up situation, and he could have easily found his way out. But currently, the lack of concentration and strong dizziness of drugs as well as the physical injury was making it difficult for him to think straight.

Just this once, get yourself together Jeon!

Taking a deep breath and exhaling equally loudly, he once again stretches his wrists against the rough edges ropes, creating numerous red scars but he couldn't care less. He has to loosen it up so that when he tumbles down along with the chair, he can move it enough to grab the target.

As planned, he finally gets hold of the tile which he ruthlessly slides against the ropes, to atleast mark a slight cut to weaken it. In the process, he punctures his skin as well and fresh blood drips down from the wound, painting the floor below a bright red, and an absolute mess.

Meanwhile on the other side of the city, Taehyung is busy clicking sites after sites to find an appropriate dinner destination for a date he never knew was coming his way this abruptly.

"It's just a dinner. Why even am I freaking out? It isn't like we are going to eat together for the first time." The brunette cries, pulling his hair out in stress which was totally unreasonable.

A knock on the door diverts his attention as he mutters a small 'come in', changing the window back to the Excel files he was previously going through.

"Sir, the guests are here. The staff has made them comfortably seated in the Room 904 kept for VIP gatherings. Will you go meet them now? Or shall I inform a later time to them?" Darla speaks professionally, holding the tablet in her hand to note down further schedule or instructions from her boss.

"That won't be needed. Let's get this over with soon. I need to head back home early today."

"Okay sir!"

The two exit the office and Darla escorts Mr. Kim to the destination but he asks her to go back to the desk for, her presence won't be needed as of now, since it wasn't a strictly professional meeting anyway.

"Excuse me?" A manly voice interrupts her scribbling as Darla looks up from the notepad to the man standing infront of her desk in a khaki uniform, half an hour later.

"Yes? How may I help you?"

"I was called in to fix the fitting of a few furnitures in this floor." He says with a grave tone but Darla doesn't notice and smiles brightly before nodding.

"Ah yes yes... Martha told me. Here, the one in the front, just do whatever you were told. Come back here when done and you'll get your pay."

The man nods and continues on his way to Taehyung's office ominously.

Chapter Text

"Shit! Can't you watch your steps while walking?" Mr. Kim darkly snaps at the guy who just bumped into him, making his cellphone drop down on the floor.

And if it wasn't enough...

"What the fuck... ARE YOU A GODDAMN IMBECILE... WHAT THE...." Taehyung yells at the man with wide angry eyes in disbelief, shifting his gaze to the gadget lying on the floor cracked into pieces.

"I'm so sorry sir... I didn't mean to-"

"What happened sir?" Darla immediately walks in hearing the commotion coming from near her desk when she was inside the doc cabinet searching for some files.

"Just who the hell is he and what is he doing coming out from by cabin, Darla?" He enquires strictly, eyeing the man with a doubtful gaze.

"He's the repairer. I sent him inside for the furniture fixtures. The desk seemed to have a problem this morning." She speaks nonchalantly whereas Mr. Kim recalls a certain memory related to the desk from last evening and his entire cheek flushes red with slight embarassment.

"This... This man crushed my damn phone with his tools." He deliberately clears the air and directs the attention to the matter at hand, dismissing his rendezvous.

"I'm sorry mam I didn't do it on purpose. The plier fell off from my shirt pocket when I bent to pick the phone up. I'm sorry." The man ceaselessly apologises but Taehyung seems to still be very pissed off, and that's when the secretary comes to rescue.

"It's fine it's fine. Sir, I'll get it repaired in no time. Don't worry. You can go ahead." The secretary assures Mr. Kim of the damage control as she hauls the worker away from his furious stare.

"You better get it fixed. I need it ASAP." Taehyung doesn't bother much with the aftermath and walks over to his office with a frown and an indiscernible murmur of curses.

On the other end, Tzuyu's phone pings with an incoming message and she smirks widely at that.

"Call him now. On his office landline."
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"Why are there so many calls from his landline?" Jimin walks out of the shower with a towel wrapped securely around his waist, water still dripping down from the wet purple hair stuck to his forehead beautifully.

His phone was silent since yesterday as he was in the meeting when he last checked his phone and switched it to meeting mode. And so he couldn't hear the 25 missed calls from Taehyung's office phone as well as from Darla's.

Plus he was in the shower for quite a long time, so no chance!

He had just walked up to check if there was any message from the brunette regarding the dinner date but alas, there was none.

Maybe he was calling to tell me about it? But Darla?

Just as Jimin was about to call Taehyung, his phone rings again, but this time it is an unknown number. He plans to cut it but for some reason he picks it up and regrets it the very next second.

"Hello again, Park Jimin..." It's the blonde and like always, Jimin's face falls ashen hearing the voice.

Wasn't he in the lock-up?

He gulps audibly at the sudden fear gripping his throat making the words to roll back down from it.

"Say something... I like to hear that voice whimper under me...!" Yejun smirks hearing the said man take a sharp breath at his words, obviously negatively affected.

"How... How are you out..." Jimin whispers out, more to himself than the blonde.

"My JK is missing, so I thought, why not have some fun with you!"

"What do you mean Jungkook is missing?"

"Ah, that's TMI, Jimin... Anyway, I called for a better reason."

Where even did the man disappear all of a sudden?

"What is it?" Jimin asks desperately when the blonde doesn't speak for a while.

"Your dearest TaeTae is with me, right under the barrel of my gun. Which body part do you want me to send you as his souvenir, his head or his hands or the legs or the torso?" He says playfully as if it's the most common thing to say to someone.

If it was even possible, Jimin almost forgets to breath at the words. A deathly cold shiver runs down his spine as he clutches the phone in his fist harshly.

"WHAT? Tae... You... DON'T DO ANYTHING TO HIM." Jimin cries out into the phone frantically as his chest constricts at the numerous scenarios which could possibly happen at the end. And none of it is positive!

He could hear the devilish laughter of Yejun coming from the speaker and he wants nothing but to puke at it with disgust and fear.

What the fuck did you do Taehyungshi to be caught by him?

He couldn't help but the small beads of tears appear in his eyes, playing along the rim, ready to fall any moment. But then, Yejun could be lying for all he cares. He needs to confirm the credibility of what he was saying. The blonde seems to have read his thoughts via the virtual line because the next words that come out of his mouth sure makes Jimin's heart to drop.

"I know you don't trust me. Call him and see if he picks. When confirmed, come to the abandoned warehouse of Kraftship on street 1145/9. Maybe I'll allow you to have a last look at an alive Kim Taehyung...!" And with that, the line goes dead. Jimin fumbles through his phone to connect to Taehyung but his blurred eyes make it difficult for him to see through.

Finally, he manages to call but the line says the phone is switched off. Another try and it was out of reach. One more and it was unable to connect. The same message keeps repeating on loop in every dial, making Jimin loose his mind bit by bit. He calls in the office but the landline too isn't picked up.

"Hello Darla, is Taehyung there? In the office?"

"No Sir, he went out quite a while ago."

"Did he tell where is he going?"

"No Sir! Is something wro-"

Jimin cuts the call abruptly, not having time for a chit-chat. He searches for the car keys to the address given to him but then a realisation strikes him.

Tae took his car. And mine is at home. Fuck...!

"FUCK! Why the fuck can't we have a peaceful life for once goddamit." He curses all along as he dresses himself with whatever comes under his palm in the first pick and runs out to open the door but what meets his eyes makes his blood run cold, for the second time.
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"Where did you suddenly go?"

"To take a piss? Am I not allowed?"

"Why are you so cranky since you came back? Something bit your ass there?"

"Shut-up and stay still, will you? Your 'pretty boy' must be on his way to reach here anytime. You better concentrate on your acting skills." Yejun glares at her, tied up to the chair as he caresses his gun fondly when a silly yet exciting thought enters his mind.

Who would know if I killed her right here, right now? I will be gone tonight anyway...! Jimin, Taehyung, Tzuyu. All dead for good and I'll find my JK and we can live together forever.

He seriously ponders over the idea, indulging in the daydreams of his future life with Jungkook, out in some secluded corners of the country, wrapped in blankets and fucking all night long. A small smile erupts on his lips thinking of all the possible ways they could do it.

Just why did you have to betray me JK!

He sighs at the reality of the current situation, and goes back to playing with the revolver which has six healthy bullets meticulously fixed inside, missing out on the other similar tool hidden beneath the fur coat of his sister.

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"Taehyung... Oh my God, why did you even come here... I told you not to bother and instead go to check Jimin." Tzuyu fake panicks as Taehyung barges into the rundown warehouse looking ready to kill a few, with his white shirt's sleeves rolled up haphazardly and hair in a mess, most probably from frequent running of fingers into it.

"No. Enough of his bullshit. This asshole of a human is looking for his death under my hands. It was time I confronted him personally." Taehyung angry glares at the blonde who was standing beside Tzuyu with a gun secured on her forehead.

Yejun smirks and eventually chuckles at his outburst.

I'll miss your rants!

"Tch... So much words, Kim Taehyung. I do not like chaos." The brunette shriekes in horror when a hard blow lands on Tzuyu's head, knocking it to the side, and a thin stream of blood drips down from the side of her face. Tzuyu hisses at the impact, giving his brother a very unnoticeable glare.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER. SHE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS." He attempts to walk further to aid her but Yejun warns, cocking up the gun in his hand.

"Don't forget that the speed of my bullet is way too quick than your protective steps... She'll be dead by the time you reach her. So think carefully!"

Taehyung stops in his advancements and glances at the woman. Her blood now mixed with the tears painted a horrific picture in front of his eyes. Her small thin voiced sobs reached his ears, drowning him in a feeling of guilt and remorse.

He can't let more of his near ones suffer. Tzuyu should not be subjected to his cruelty.

I couldn't protect Jimin in time and I'll regret it for my entire life. But now, I will not let him hurt more people. 

"You have your enmity with me, right? Why are you hurting her? Let her go. She is innocent." Taehyung pleads, overwhelmed by his guilt.

"And then what? I want to hurt you Taehyung. And what better way than to inflict pain upon your dear ones...?"  He grabs a handful of her hair and yanks it back brutally making her yell at the stinging.

"TAEHYUNG IT HURTS!"

"DON'T... PLEASE don't hurt her. Do whatever you want, to me. Just please let her go."

"You want me to let go of her? Fine. I will. I'll not kill her." Yejun steps back but not before shoving her hair forward roughly.

Taehyung just stands there blinking, waiting for the blonde to move a good distance away so that he can go shield her.

"Come, get her and go." The brunette takes a few steps hesitantly but when he sees no retaliation, he shuffles quickly to her side but what Yejun says next makes him halt in his steps.

"In place of her, I'll kill your Jimin."

Tzuyu too snaps her head towards him hearing the words.

I didn't ask you to make him choose between me and the bubblegum, what even, Yejun!

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, he's on his way to save your ass from my gun. I'll let her go and keep him instead." The blonde wiggles his eyebrows funnily as if his proposition is the most normal thing in the world.

"WHAT?" Tzuyu finally snaps hard at the tricks of his younger brother, almost loosing her brain cells.

"Shouldn't I get rid of him as well?" He says with excitement, expecting her to be proud of his decision but the very evident frown makes him feel anything but okay.

What an absolute idiot! If Jimin came here, why the fuck will Taehyung choose me over him. I wish Satan just takes you away this instant.

Taehyung was too distracted by the sudden information to process or even pick on the subtle physical conversation between the two in front of him.

I just hope Ren stopped Jimin from going anywhere.

"What the fuck do you want Lee Yejun. Why can't you let everyone live in peace? Why do you have to go ruining lives?" He yells, following the movements of the blonde who was busy checking and tightening the ties around Tzuyu's wrists while she squirmed violently to break free.

"Taehyung, please help me. I don't want to die, please." Her cries suddenly get more shrill and desparate as Yejun's eyes darken gradually with each of her struggle.

"And did you all let me live in peace? Didn't you and your bitch of a boyfriend and his ex team up against me and ruined my entire career and life? Wasn't it you?"

"I-"

"It wasn't him. It was your sister..." A rather familiar yet uncannily hoarse voice echoes around the wide empty hall, grabbing everyone's attention, especially Tzuyu's as her eyes go wide as saucers. Taehyung to turns back to look at the door, towards the source of the disturbance.

"Sister?"

"... Or should I say, Chou Tzuyu?"

WHAT?

"What?" And the brunette goes into a complete mental shutdown for a good while.
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Earlier that day...

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" Jimin shrieks at the pool of blood spread right in front of his door. His eyes follow the trail and land on a buff huge man lying motionless on the ground with a wound on his waist bleeding profusely.

Regaining his composure quickly, he moves forward to help but his wrist is caught by another strong grip, stopping him from going anywhere near the presumable dead body.

Jimin turns around skeptically to look at the owner of the hands and...

"Kookie? OH MY GOD... What in hell happened to you? He immediately wraps the collapsing man in his arms, preventing him from falling brutally on the floor.

"Kookie... Are you... Are you okay?" That wasn't something he should have asked because the youngest looks anything but okay.

"Mr. Park? Shit, are you fine? He didn't hurt you did he?" A man roughly in his thirties, dressed in guard's uniform, skips over the dripping blood, cursing over it and reaches Jimin with a concerned look plastered all over his face.

"Ren? What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Kim sent me to make sure you were okay because you weren't answering his calls. Thank God he did.  And thanks to this... Uh..." He, Ren, looks at Jungkook, not recognising his broken appearance.

"Jungkook...!" Jimin completes it for him while shifting his attention back to the man in his arms looking almost passed out.

"HE IS JUNGKOOK? AS IN MR. KIM'S EX-SECRETARY? JEON JUNGKOOK? THE ONE WHO JUST SHOT THIS KILLER DEAD, IS HIM?" Ren gasps aloud as he hurries forward to help Jimin carry the man inside while explaining how he had reached here to witness Jungkook and this man having a brawl and the youngest was obviously loosing, given his already injured body. Being an immense talker, Ren continues how he helped him fight the man and when the gun fell off his person, Jungkook had shot him, mumbling something on the lines of, 'I won't let you harm Jiminie'.

"I don't have much time. Can you take him to the hospital or something, Ren? I need to leave." Hearing all of it, Jimin was even more terrified now as to what may be happening to Taehyung.

"D... Don't... Go...!" Both the males look at the man sprawled on the couch, mumbling lowly. Jimin immediately scoots his ears close to mouth to hear whatever he was saying.

"Don't... Go. She... She will kill you..."

"Who... Who is s- wait... Tzuyu?"

"K-Kim doesn't... doesn't know about her. She... She bet-betrayed Jun.. Yejun as well..."

"So it wasn't you?"

"N-no!"

I so fucking knew it wasn't him!

"I'm sorry but I need to go. Taehyung is there."

"She... She won't let anything ha-happen to him. You-you don't go. P-please...!" A single drop of tear rolls down Jungkook's big doe eyes swollen from all the assault.

I cannot leave him there when those crazy idiots are together in this. I need to tell him the truth. He needs to know it even if it's too late. And I cannot let anything happen to him after knowing I could have saved him.

Maybe this was going to be his worst ever decision but... Kim Taehyung will remain his strength and weakness forever!

Jimin couldn't help but choke on a sob as he mouths a 'sorry' to Jungkook before getting up.

"Ren, take him to the hospital immediately. Get a cab. I need your car keys. Now." Ren protests, that Mr. Kim has asked not to let him go anywhere but after getting a deathly glare and a warning of firing him from work, he does as asked and Jimin leaves, glancing at the pleading  man one last time before shutting door.

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"She did what?" Yejun asks after the words register in his brain properly.

Jimin doesn't say anything, instead, his gaze lands on Taehyung who was staring right into his soul with that questioning look swimming across his eyes as he stands there rooted on the spot.

"What nonsense, Jimin! Did you get hit while coming here or something?" The woman yells, grabbing the purple-haired's attention. He looks at her briefly with an unexplecible expression, not knowing exactly what to feel about her manipulative attitude.

"Tae-"

"Don't believe him, Taehyung. He's spouting nonsense. Save me please. I am not his sister. I don't even know what he's talking about..."

"ANSWER ME, YOU CANDY HEAD. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SHE DID EVERYTHING?"

"Yejun I-"

"SHUT-UP TZUYU...!"

"Jungkook or Taehyung don't have anything to do with your current mess. It was her doing, and Kookie is almost on the verge of dying, thanks to her-"

"No I didn't do anything. Yejun I swear..." Tzuyu panicks in her seat as her secrets are stripped naked in front of two people, dangerous in their own ways. Yejun was a proclaimed criminal now. And Taehyung wouldn't back off without a fight if anyone hurt his best friend.

She was so fucked!

"One more word out of your throat dear sister and I'll cut that tongue off. Got it?" He shoves the gun to her throat harshly, quieting her while Jimin continues to explain whatever Jungkook had told in that short span and broken words, raising the blonde's anger to several folds.

Taehyung slightly turns his head to look at the sibling duo, hearing the words, 'dear sister' from Yejun and not knowing how to react to that.

"You tried to kill JK and this bitch behind my back and planned to turn me in, to the police... Did you not?"

Watching the things getting undone at a fast rate, she hauls for Taehyung's help desperately, trying to guilt trip him.

"Taehyung... I don't know why this man and Jimin are teaming up. I didn't even meet this man ever before. I know I wasn't very good to him in the past but that doesn't mean he will take revenge like this. I'm sorry, Jimin for whatever it is that hurt you to an extent to-" Her words are halted with a tight slap right across her face by Yejun.

"BITCH... SHUT-UP... JUST SHUT YOUR LYING MOUTH FOR A DAMN MINUTE... You fucking snake... You ruined my whole damn life just for the sake of your own?" He clutches her neck with fingers digging painfully into the flesh. Tzuyu chokes on her breath as eyes start to roll up at the lack of oxygen in her lungs.

"You... You tried to kill my JK for the sake of your asshole of a CEO Kim?" His grip tightens brutally while the woman almost passes out with breathlessness, tapping his hand furiously for a release.

Taehyung wanted to help. But after hearing something as drastic from Jimin, he wasn't sure. Sure of absolutely nothing.

"Jiminah..."

"Taehyung are you f-"

"DON'T YOU DARE MOVE AN INCH OR I'LL SHOOT ALL THE SIX BULLETS IN HIM." Yejun suddenly gets up and points his gun to Taehyung, making everyone stop dead in their tracks with Tzuyu having a coughing fit after getting choked to near death. Jimin's eyes widen at the sudden change in the course of action while Tzuyu yells on the top her lungs, catching her breath.

"YOU LITTLE IDIOT... DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH A HAIR OF MY CUB OR I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE...!"

"Ah... So much for your cub. So much just for him. You think he'll come back to you after pitying your sorry state? I wonder what he will think of you when he gets to you know your treasured secrets." He clicks his tongue in amusement, the previous anger transformed into something more sinister as he walks with slow steps towards Taehyung.

"Jimin?"

And in no way did the aforementioned male didn't know what the younger wanted the confirmation on, with just that one word.

"Yes. Yejun is her younger brother, step brother to be precise."

Yejun quietly listens to the exchange between the two, amused at the fact that Jimin already knew everything.

That little companion for sure snitched on her to his Jiminie.

Taking advantage of the moment, he sneaks the barrel of the gun to rest against the brunette's waist but is surprised when he gets no reaction.

That's because Taehyung was too engrossed in the revelations which were inching towards the truth that his life was nothing but lies in the past two years of his relationship.

Tzuyu on the other hand, now sits there silently after Yejun's warning, observing her pretty boy's constantly changing expressions when he's being told about her fake job, the disappearance of female employees, her deliberate and not so innocent measures to enter his life... And many more.

"Park Jimin... Is that all?" Yejun blurts when Jimin finally stops speaking.

And no one responds to his little chuckle, as expected. He nears the nape of the brunette and whispers in a voice obviously audible to everyone, but spare the dramatics to him.

"It was the innocent ex-girlfriend of yours who was responsible for the 'accident' happened to your Jimin on that fateful day."

Jimin shuts his eyes hearing this, not wanting to look at Taehyung and the latter obviously catches onto this little act with his abated breath and wide eyes.

"You... You knew this already, didn't you?" He whispers carefully, foolishly expecting a negative reply but alas!

Jimin neither says yes nor no. And the younger knew by now that he was lied on to all throughout this whole theatrics going on in his life.

"I..." Taehyung tries to say something. Wants to say something. But the words just die down inside him as his heart breaks at so many things and he doesn't know on which one to concentrate first and tend to.

Little drops of water line his eyes when he recalls the state his Chim was in at the hospital, after the assault. The cries and naked fear that gripped his Nae Sarang in those times skims across like it was yesterday when his heart had bled at the disaster this pure soul was subjected to.

To think of it now, it was his girlfriend! And her brother... To have caused it to the person he respected, adored, cared and loved the most. His own fucking girlfriend of two fucking years.

And even that person, his best friend, his confidante in all times, kept the bitter truth of his life hidden to himself since God knows how long.

Taehyung ever so slowly averts his watery eyes towards the woman he once used to love, or atleast that's what he believed for two years. He didn't need to ask from her if it was true. He trusted Jimin enough to know he'll never ever joke about something like that.

And that hurts! God, that really hurts!

"Why..."

Tzuyu keeps her eyes trained to her lap, not meeting his eyes when he questions ambiguously. Even she knew, if she tried to defend herself it would be futile. She finally lost him!

Or did she?

"I didn't!"

Yejun pauses in his winning smirk at the statement.

Jimin's eyes too avert from the brunette to the audacity of the woman sitting their in captive.

"I might have been obsessed with you and lied to you about Yejun, but I never tried to hurt Jimin." She says so God awful sincerely that if Jimin didn't know better he would have doubted Jungkook instead.

"You still think he'll believe that filthy lying mouth of your? You really have got some nerve, sister." He deliberately stresses the word and is very pleased to witness the flinch of the younger male.

"Why does he say you did?"

"I don't know. Yejun always hated me since I was the legitimate daughter of the family and he was never recognised. I understand why he would frame me, but I don't know why Jimin is playing along."

This bitch seriously!

"Aren't you ashamed or even disgusted of lying right through your teeth? Jesus, how could you even be so persistent!"

"I still love him. Even if he doesn't love me back, but I know he'll never believe you that I did something like that." The assurance in her voice makes Jimin gasp ridiculously.

"Seriously, Tzuyu? I-"

"Don't move..." Yejun nudges the dazed Taehyung with the gun as warning when Jimin involuntarily tries to walk near to them. He surrenders with his hands up briefly before continuing what he was saying.

"Taehyung, do you really believe what she is saying?"

No. I don't. But you, of all the people, lied about everything to me, Jiminah!

The addressed brunette doesn't answer back, and now it was Jimin's turn to freeze at the look he just received.

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"You can track the company car, can't you?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Follow it. We aren't going to hospital right now."

"What? Are you crazy? Mr. Jeon, you'll die with that kind of injury if not treated in time. Don't be ridiculous." Ren gasps at the man's words sitting beside him on the backseat of the cab which was headed to the city's Medical University Hospital.

"JUST... JUST DO AS I SAY. Please!" Jungkook pleads the man. He cannot go in detail about the why's and how's currently but he needs to go see Jimin.

Ren feels pity seeing the desperation in those red tinted doe eyes but he really needs serious immediate medical attention.

"If you want, I can take you both to a nearby doctor who I happen to know, for a quick first aid." The cab driver pipes in after eavesdropping on their conversation for a good while.

Ren glares at the man and reprimands him for doing so but Jungkook cuts him off and urges the driver to go there, dismissing the former rudely enough.

"Don't even think of blaming me if something happens. Mr. Park too didn't listen to me as ordered by Mr. Kim and now you too aren't following what he said. Oh, I'm going be in a huge mess because people choose to not listen to me, for heaven's sake."

"Shut-up, Ren. You are exhausting my brain and quickening my dying with that kind of rant. Please do me a favour and be quiet." The youngest blurts in a daze before keeping his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes shut. He concentrates on his breathing and tries to converge the leftover strength. Ren, on the other hand, frowns deeply on being told on but keeps quiet nevertheless, still huffing and puffing at intervals.

A minute or two later, they arrive at a narrow alleyway and the three of them walk to the said doorway with suspicion.

Although it wasn't a fancy house, it was still quiet humble and had a welcoming feel to it. The garden was pretty with little strawberry plants dotting the borders meticulously, along with a haphazard placement of bonsai trees of numerous kinds.

Weird!

Jungkook doesn't voice out his opinion because it wasn't basically his concern at the time but thinks it anyway.

The driver rings the bell and a fairly handsome man, too handsome to belong to such a house, comes in their view.

"Jasper? What are you doing here? I told you it's a rest for me today. I don't need to go the hospi- OH MY LORD WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?" The man's eyes fall on the youngest of the group and he yells loudly, making everyone flinch at it.

"This one here, needs a first aid. Can you-"

"He needs a ducking hospital. Get him admitted oh my god!" He nears Jungkook, checking his wounds carefully.

Ducking?

Everyone's head question marks the said pseudo-curse but never mind. Things are more serious and urgent for them to ponder over it.

"I just needs you to tend the wound on my waist. I'll be fine otherwise. I'm needed somewhere else ASAP." He says in a hurried manner.

"Whatever it is can wait. You need to go the hospital right now, boy." The man was being too stubborn and Jungkook didn't like it a bit.

"I SAID, DO AS YOU ARE TOLD OR I'LL MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE SAME SCAR AS MINE OVER THAT PRETTY FACE OF YOURS." He snarls, loosing his cool with every passing minute, making the person on the door gasp in horror, as well the driver, who flinches a few steps away from the two clients of his.

Ren notices the expression and tries to help, knowing very well after watching what happened at Taehyung's doorstep that Jungkook truly was capable of doing what he just said.

"Dr..."

"Seokjin. Kim Seokjin."

"Yeah, Dr. Kim. Please just aid him temporarily. We really need to leave for a very important business. And don't mind his words. He's just in pain and feeling awful. You know young kids these days." Jungkook glares at the older man but the latter remains unfazed and continues to convince the doctor.

"Fine fine. Get in quick." Jin finally agrees and the three enter the house and get Jungkook bandaged temporary. The doctor also gives him a few medicines to treat his hazy consciousness.

"Did you track the car?"

"Yeah I did. There's too much traffic. We need to hurry."

"Are they criminals? What kind of people you are giving ride to nowadays, Jasper?" Jin whispers to the driver after sliding away from the injured man.

"I don't think so. I picked them up from a fairly posh location." Jasper says stupidly and Jin couldn't help but shake his head in defeat at the reasoning.

After having a small gulp of water, the trio leaves the doctor's house who looks on at the cab driving off with bewilderment.

"Can't even have a day of cooking peacefully!" He murmurs in annoyance and walks back into his house, to making his chamchi-jjigae!

( Chamchi-jjigae: Spicy Tuna Stew, in Korean! )
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Here in the warehouse, Tzuyu smirks at the reaction Taehyung just gave to Jimin and it strengthens her will to manipulate her cub successfully. So, she continues with her desperate measure.

"If I were involved with Yejun, why would I let my own brother kidnap me and threaten to kill me." Yejun scoffs at that, but keeps quiet nevertheless, enjoying it all.

"I don't fucking know, woman. I don't know why would you do that. I don't even know why you did what you did this whole time. But you better stop now. Kookie was right, you are totally deranged." Jimin rants angrily. Now it was getting overboard. And his brunette's silence wasn't helping much to keep his nerves in the right places.

I agree you are hurt, Tae. But how can you believe her! How can you act so questionable?!

"Since when did you know her involvement, Jimin?"

"I heard Yejun talk to her on phone when I was held hostage by him that morning." He speaks, albeit weakly. Taehyung's eyes looks his way with the starkness that he broke his trust, and it makes him feel so small and helpless all of a sudden.

Everyone's eyes widen at that information. Tzuyu's head snaps at him as well, and she looks at him gaping, somewhat dumbfounded. Yejun remembers the exact moment of leniency during his session with Jimin when he had slipped away from his hold. It was during the call he was on with Tzuyu.

Ofcourse, you little shit!

Yejun smirks looking at the shocked face of Tzuyu, rejoicing in her destruction.

"You see, Kim Taehyung? None of the people you love had been truthful to you ever. There's no point of you living anymore."

Taehyung ignores the venomous rambling by his ears and continues with his own.

"And you didn't bother to tell me? Ever? Were you thinking to never tell me this? To let her go in spite of what she did? For me to be civil to her when she was a monster to you?" Jimin raises his head at that. Maybe what he assumed about his reaction wasn't the whole true story.

"I-I'm sorry..."

"LOOK WHERE WE ARE NOW!" Taehyung finally snaps hard at the purple-haired male, eyes teary red with hurt and anger directed not to his snowball but to everything and everyone else, mostly himself. Ofcourse a part of it was reserved for Jimin too, but that could wait.

"Taehyung what are y-"

"NOT NOW TZUYU. DON'T YOU DARE. Don't you dare take my name from that mouth of yours. And yes, I really couldn't believe that you were capable of doing something like that. But I trust him. I trust him and love him enough to be angry or hurt due to him. But, he didn't tell me because he knew I would be hurt. And, hilariously enough, I ended up here due to my obliviousness to save you from your own fucking brother. I don't give a fuck to your sob story and you better stop with that bullshit." Calming down his heightened heartbeat, a dark chuckle escapes his lips in that deep voice, making the environment drop down to an eerie temperature.

"I feel like a stupid clown, I swear. Y'all really think of me to be a mere source of entertainment. To play with me, my people, my trust and my love. And watch me make a fool of myself." By the end, he was looking at Jimin with sadness, who just stands there with his head hung low, and fat droplets of tears fall on the floor rhythmically.

Taehyung's heart hurts looking at him crying and he hates himself for being its cause, but he couldn't help it. His best friend and love is in danger yet again and it is because of Taehyung. Again!

He had one guilt enough for his lifetime and now, more of it keeps piling up. On top of that, he can't go comfort him. The blonde behind his back has made sure some shit goes down if anyone tires to outsmart him.

I'm sorry Chim. I'm sorry you had to deal with it all alone yet again. That you thought of my emotional turbulence above your own like always. I'm sorry to have you dragged in all this when it didn't even have anything to do with you. I'm sorry I trusted the wrong person and unknowingly hurt you. I'm not angry on you. But if only you told me...!

"If only you told me about her beforehand, I wouldn't have stupidly jeopardised you like this today." He sighs in a small voice.

"I'm... I'm sorry Tae. I should have told you. You had the right to know about this." Jimin croaks out his voice, sniffing his red button nose simultaneously.

"Don't cry, Chim. It should be me who should apologize for being impudent. I'm sorr-"

"Enough!"

"..."

"The drama is over. All the secrets are out and now y'all are boring me with your sappy words. I hope that'll be enough for this lifetime, Mr. Kim!"

A loud shot of bullet echoes all through the empty space in no time and...

"TAE!" "TAEHYUNG!"

A horrific shriek leaves the lips of the two people who definitely aren't Yejun and Taehyung.

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Yejun kicks the perfectly fine brunette on the floor brutally, earning a struggled groan from him.

"You hear that? That heartbreaking scream your lovers just vomitted at the thought of you being dead? That's what I plan to do. To break you so much that it pains their souls. Nothing can satisfy my spirit than hurting them via you, Mr. CEO!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YEJUN?" Jimin yells in extreme panic, taking a few steps towards them with his heart almost at his mouth.

"YEJUN, I SWEAR TO GOD, TOUCH HIM ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT!"

"Yeah? With that ties around you, you'll do that? I'll see how."

Another punch lands squarely on Taehyung's jaw with a cracking sound and a narrow yet thick stream of blood rushes past the corners of his lips. He scrunches his eyes at the impact but doesn't retaliate and this pisses the hell out of Jimin.

"Why the fuck aren't you fighting him, Taehyungshi?"

Apparantly, Yejun didn't shoot the brunette dead and instead, decided to torture him for the sake of his love interests. And for sure he was enjoying the plight of Jimin and Tzuyu.

"Did you not hear when I said I'll make sure his dear Jimin is shot dead if he does that? Ah, makes me cringe at the love you two share!"

Tzuyu tries to wriggle out from the ropes which loosens a bit but still firm enough to keep her from moving away.

"You, bubblegum. What are you looking at? Go save him. You claimed to love him and you can't even put your life on stake for him? Is your love so shallow?"

"Jiminah, move an inch I'll let this man kill me for real. You will not do anything stupid in the name of love or some shit. Be practical." Taehyung cannot afford Jimin to act on his feelings right now. He has a plan but it requires a bit more of time.

"But-"

"Kill you for real? Ofcourse I'm gonna kill you for real. You don't have the privilege to let me do that."

Yejun says bitterly as he picks him up by the collar and knees him in his stomach, brutal enough to send him staggering a few steps back with a whimper.

"Jimin. Listen to me and free me. I'll help him if you can't.

You'll kill me first before saving him.

Jimin just glares at her briefly and goes back to watching the brawl with a pained and helpless expression. If he goes out to ask for help, Yejun won't spare Tae and he can't afford it. And he had informed the police already. They must be on there way but they are always late, he knows it.

"Just for you, she hurt my JK. Just for you, Jimin didn't want to spend a night with me. Just because of you, the media slandered me. Just because of you, JK decided to be a rebel. Everything revolves around, yeah? You are the prince of some kingdom, aren't you?"

Taehyung hisses at the animalistic clutch on his hair that drags him over to the metal boxes and collides his head into it, smearing blood all over the box and his forehead.

Just a little more further!

"Fuck you!" He smirks at the blonde, earning another punch on his stomach and the brunette deliberately shifts more farther into the warehouse, away from Jimin. As expected, Yejun follows him with pure rage and keeps thrashing him around like a ragdoll, the gun still securely held in his arms.

"Tae...!" Jimin sobs for the hurts endured by his TaeTae and feels horrible for not being able to do anything.

"Jiminie..."

Kookie?

"You really are one stubborn little boy toy, aren't you, Jungkook?" Tzuyu spits the words out, watching the youngest approach the shorter male, limping slightly. Jimin runs to him frantically, trying to support him walk but the younger denies help.

"Kookie... Why are you here?"

"I'm needed here more than in hospital. Don't worry. Nothing will happen to your piece of pie!" He smiles, albeit ignoring the hurt he feels in his heart at the pained look on Jimin which isn't for him, obviously.

"But you..."

"Shush. Stay here and keep an eye on this woman. She isn't as fragile as she appears to be."

He throws a glance at her and walks past them, reaching the far corner of the area where the blonde and the brunette are.

"FIGHT BACK, ASSHOLE!"

"Jeon?" "JK?"

Yejun stops in his advances at the voice and this gives Taehyung the much needed time window as he swings back his head to hit the former's making him wince back.

But oh boy, was the buff guy rugged much.

Ah fuck! Is he made of steel or something. I feel like I'm gonna die of the headache if not bullets.

"Stop trying cool moves and get the fucking gun, Kim."

Taehyung nods furiously and aims for the hand but by now Yejun has regained his composure and he gives a backhanded slap to the former who falls flat on his ass at the hit and before he can recover, a heavy boot lands on his chest, keeping him from moving.

"You too JK? You too revolve around him now?"

"Get up and fight back. This isn't the time to be a Ken doll." Jungkook walks in further, ignoring the blonde's words and urges Taehyung instead which infuriates Yejun even more.

"I was worried for your well being and you chose to hurt me?"

This time, however, Jungkook matches the gaze of the blonde and answers him, just to distract him somehow.

"You called it upon yourself, Jun. I told you this before as well."

"Do you hate me that much?"

"For what you did to Jimin, yes!"

"Other than that?"

I don't know, Jun. But I definitely don't like you in anyway.

"..."

"Say." He pressed down the heels of the boot painfully into Taehyung who hisses sharply, but not loud enough. He eyes the gun pointed it him, ready to be fired and then tilts his head to see Jimin involved in some verbal argument with Tzuyu.

Thank God or he would have freaked out.

Jungkook analyses the situation and watches the blonde ready to pull the trigger. One glance at Taehyung and he knew the CEO was an idiot for still mulling over what to do.

What a genuinely dim-witted asshole! I need to buy more time.

"Jun, just stop this and leave. Enough of the revenge. Aren't you tired?"He walks carefully towards the blonde who seems to be thinking. Or maybe not. He wasn't sure.

"You'll come with me? Will you leave with me if I stop this? Will you?"

Get the gun. Get the gun. Get the fucking gun.

"I will."

At that exact moment when Jungkook is almost at two arms length from the duo, Taehyung springs up to snatch the gun from Yejun's hand but too bad. The latter pulls the trigger and it pierces straight through his shoulder, making a pained scream escape his lips in spite of him trying to suppress it.

What an absolute idiot! Aaish!

"TAEHYUNGSHI..." Jimin ofcourse hears the bang and forgets to stay where he was supposed as he makes a run towards them, horrified at the blood pooling below the brunette writhing in pain.

Jungkook frowns at the quick turn of events and feels like hitting his head to something. Jimin was right in front of Yejun's aim and he had no mind to save himself instead of running into the death trap for the sake of the stupid CEO. Analysing the situation, he immediately pounces on the blonde who was ready to give a final fatal shot to the man on the ground and end this once and for all.

Jungkook grips Yejun's hand holding the gun and twists it behind his back brutally before hitting on the back of his knees. The former looses his hold and the gun falls on the ground with a clang, along with himself on being on his knees.

The youngest would have chosen to have a bare fist fight but his physical condition didn't allow it. So, when Jimin was busy tending to Taehyung behind his back, he picks up the gun and places the nozzle over Yejun's nape below his dirty blonde mullet hair on the back.

"You know I could have overpowered you in a snap, don't you, JK?" There genuinely wasn't much left for Yejun to hold on to for his dear life now, and it was very evident from the tone of his voice.

What better way to die than by your hands, my little companion!

"Yes, I do."

"Do you know why I didn't?"

"I don't want to know."

"So that's it?" Yejun chuckles darkly.

Yes. Enough for this lifetime.

"Thankyou for giving me life when I was struggling to have one, Jun. But no thanks. That life wasn't worth much, anyway."

And with that, he pulls the trigger to the godforsaken gun.

Everything goes silent for the umpteenth time inside the place and the bloodied body slips slack over the floor...

Dead!

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Before Jimin or Taehyung can react to the much awaited murder in front of their eyes, Jungkook's voice breaks through their daze.

"Ren is waiting outside. Take him and go. He'll drive you both to the hospital." He speaks to the purple-haired man.

"And you?"

"Don't worry. I'm not as suicidal as your boyfriend. I'll be fine. Just need to clear my evidence from the crime scene." He gives a small smirk which looks almost devilish with the amount of injuries gracing his face.

"O-okay!" Jimin chooses to not meddle with his business when Taehyung is almost on the verge of passing out with the insane amount of blood leaving his body.

The oldest of the three, carries Taehyung in his small embrace, dragging him out of the iron door, his cloths a mess of crimson liquid and cheeks stained wet with tears.

Jungkook watches them go away till they disappear from his line of sight, before sighing from physical exhaustion. His eyes then follow the trail of flowing blood and reaches the now red mop of blonde hair sprawled over, lifeless.

"You deserve it. You are a rapist. You deserve to die ten times cruelly than this." He murmurs in a whisper, approaching the dead body with hands pressed onto his re-opened bandage over the lower stomach. He aims the gun at the man again, and fires the remaining three bullets into him with a hard, stoic face.

"Done?"

He completely forgot the fact that there was another live human being along with himself, on the crime scene, until Tzuyu's thin voice rings in his ear.

Sighing in satisfaction from the deed, he walks up to the lady and crouches down to her eye-level.

"Nah...." He gives her that endearing bunny smile to which the latter simply scoffs but soon frowns when she watches Jungkook lean too close to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Just need your sleeves to wipe my fingerprints." He winks, and forces her hand behind the chair to hold the now empty gun for new fingerprints before throwing it somewhere near the dead body.

"You shot him." He says, backing away from her and sits on ground leisurely.

"Huh?"

"Tch. Tzuyu, I didn't expect you to kill your own brother."

"With my hands tied? Yeah right!" She laughs manically at the meaning of the younger guy's words and actions. But Jungkook remains unfazed. And then, the faint sounds of police siren reach their ears and his smile widens.

"You hear that?"

"Police. Yeah. And if you want to save yourself, run away now."

"And leave you to be a victim when you were the mastermind?"

"Well... You'll have to untie me for your plan to work."

So that you can kill me with that gun hidden under your coat?

"Maybe I will. Maybe I won't."

"What will you get from doing all this drama?"

He doesn't say anything out loud, just listens to her rambling with an amused grin, waiting for the police officers to arrive.

"You can still help me get Taehyung and you can have your Jimin. We both can have a happy ending. Don't you want it? What will you get from punishing me?"

Jungkook momentarily stops, hearing her proposal. He could have Jimin. She and Kim can kill each other for all he cares. He will go away, far away with his Jiminie.

"You'll help me get Jimin?" His doe eyes twinkle with hope and anticipation and Tzuyu mocks inwardly at how easily he fell into her manipulation.

"Mhm. I don't care what he does. I just want Tae. Take your ex-boyfriend away, dead or alive."

Jungkook frowns at her selection of words but nevertheless, gets up to untie the woman with a blank face.

"Kookie, let's go. The police and ambulance is here. You need medical assistance too. Let's- What are you doing?"

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE, JIMINIE? I THOUGHT YOU WENT AWAY ALREADY! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!

Jungkook and Jimin both lock their gaze with wide eyes, shocked but for different reasons.

Before Jungkook could secure her hands back, Tzuyu retracts them swiftly and jumps out of the chair only to pull out her gun and point it at Jimin.

"What a pleasant surprise, bubblegum!" She laughs through her messed up hair dangling all over her face hauntingly.

"Tzuyu, let him go. You know the police is just outside. You'll be caught."

"And so what? I better be caught for his murder than leave the golden chance. He has been nothing but a burden on my whole damn life."

"Koo-"

"The fuck you wanted Jiminie? I told you I'll be fine by myself. No wonder Kim calls you pabo. Who told you to go check for me when the police is already here?"

"WHY IS EVERYONE SNAPPING ON ME BECAUSE I FUCKING CARE. YES, NO ONE TOLD ME TO LOOK FOR YOU. REN TRIED TO STOP ME AND TAE IS UNCONSCIOUS. BUT I CAME TO LOOK BECAUSE I CARE FOR YOUR WELL BEING. I-I care okay. I didn't fucking tell Taehyungshi because he wouldn't have taken it well. I know. I'm sorry if I keep ruining things... I'm... I'm sorry..." Jimin really was on the edge with everything that transpired within a single day and after everyone shouting at him for no bloody good reason, he couldn't hold back anymore.

How is it my fault everytime? Howcome is it me who messes up when I didn't even intend to?

Jungkook didn't know what made the older snap like that and he was very well startled with the outburst, along with the feeling of warmth inside his heart at the words of concern for him by the older.

"What a dumbass! Here I am, ready to vanish you into oblivion and you still have the nerve to be a cry baby. Tsk... Useless!" Tzuyu spits bitterly and then glances at the youngest.

"Why are you so scared? Isn't this what you wanted? You wanted me to kill. Right? Well, see. Your plan will work perfectly now!" She grins.

Jungkook comes back to the matter at hand and panics wildly when Tzuyu cocks up her gun, ready to fire.

"What does she mean?" Jimin questions, perked up by her words.

"I..." What he had thought was to make her shoot him, as a foolproof plan by the time the police would come in, so that she will be executed for her deeds while he can rest in peace. He hadn't expected for Jimin to barge right in at the worst moment. And now, he was at loss of words.

"Why would you even free her? You knew she would have killed you."

"Oh! I better answer that for you. I asked him if he would like to help me get my cub while he can have you, and he agreed in an instant. Foolish boy toy!"

"All that drama just to get yourself killed?"

Jungkook lowers his head at the sharp perception of the purple-haired male and doesn't say anything. Jimin scoffs in mock at that.

"And then you say, my boyfriend is suicidal!"

"Ms. Chou, put down the gun." Everyone's head turn to the direction of the voice coming from behind Jimin where an armed police officer stands stout pointing at the aforementioned woman.

Jungkook sighs in relief at that and quickly moves to walk towards the fairly disoriented older who simply does as maneuvered by the officer shielding him.

"Mr. Park, get out of the scene. We'll handle it from here on."

"As if..."

Just when Jimin turns around to walk out of the place, two gunshots are fired. One causing Tzuyu to scream her lungs out at the hit right onto her forearm while the other makes it into an already wounded Jungkook's right rib.

Everything happens so quickly that it doesn't even give Jimin to process or ask or perceive what happened. Two policemen quickly drag his hysterically wheezing self out of the scene while the other two carry away Jungkook's bleeding, limp and lifeless body on a stretcher towards the ambulance that had Taehyung.

A few broken sentences of the men fleets through the purple-haired male's ears about the crazy woman trying to shoot at him but a guy had blocked the bullet instead.

Suicidal indeed!

The words don't stay in his head for long, but the horrific blood-soaked visuals of Taehyung, Jungkook, Yejun and Tzuyu etched into his mind makes him wretch a ton by the bushes, accompanied by fear, anxiety and tears.

Ren doesn't let Jimin go in the ambulance with Taehyung in that wrecked and numb state, and instead, drives him off personally to the hospital in the car, following the blaring red siren in the mild darkness which was slowly engulfing the city, as it inched towards night.

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"Are you ready?"

"Mhm."

Taehyung goes after Jimin as they leave his house. And just like that, he doesn't speak anything more during the whole car ride, and the older couldn't help but sigh sadly. It's been two weeks since the disastrous events, and it seemed like the younger was still stuck somewhere in the past. Alone. Not letting anyone to reach him and bring him out of it.

"Taehyungshi?"

The words fall on the said man's ears but he's too preoccupied with his thoughts that he doesn't remember to reply to it, and keeps gazing at the far front on the road blankly.

"Hey? Taehyungshi?" Jimin nudges him slightly, to bring him out of his never ending daze, only to receive a questioning hum.

"I'll go get the bouquet."

"Hm. Okay."

The older looks at him expectantly to retaliate or just give some sort of reaction, but as usual, he receives nothing but a few monosyllabic replies, crumbling his spirits once again.

This is why I didn't tell you, TaeTae!

Sighing, he clicks the door open and goes to the nearby flower shop to get a bunch of fresh daisies, Jungkook's favourite. His melancholic eyes linger on them for a little longer, before averting them to the brunette on the other side of the road.

"May I have one of the red roses, please?"

"Sure, Sir."

After collecting his purchase, Jimin returns to the car and keeps the big white bouquet on the backseat while slipping behind the wheel with a little smile and hopeful eyes. Instead of starting to drive, he extends his hand holding the rose infront of Taehyung, taking the latter by surprise.

"For you."

"Thankyou, Jiminah!" His lips curl up genuinely at the loving gesture by his snowball.

"Saranghae." Jimin says with a red little blush, seeing his TaeTae smile happily after quite a long time.

"Love you too, Nae Sarang."

"Do you really?"

The younger stills at the question and frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you so closed off? Did I do something wrong?" Taehyung panics for a second, hearing Jimin blame himself in vain.

"No no. Absolutely not, Chim. You have done nothing wrong. I'm sorry if I made you feel like that. Please don't blame yourself for anything."

"Then why don't you talk to me?"

Why doesn't he talk? Why doesn't he feel like expressing anything to Jimin or to anyone? What stops him from holding his Chim close and crying his heart out and let go of the past ruins? Why doesn't he feel like himself?

Taehyung has no answer to it. He feels pathetic to be so weak, so useless, so burdensome. And he's unable to vocalise his feelings to anyone. He doesn't notice when his hands clutch the flower stock tightly, hurting him in the process.

"Ah."

"Taehyungshi, what even! Show me your hand. What a pabo! You..." Jimin keeps rambling with a deep frown and pries open his fingers clutching the stem of the flower tightly after hearing the slight wince of the younger, to come to the view of a thorn pricking his index, and a tiny drop of blood smeared over it.

The brunette complies obediently, watching his Nae Sarang wipe off the scratch with his handkerchief and press it till coagulation occurs.

I always bring trouble for you to take care of. I'm sorry!

"It'll be fine. We'll get the band-aid when we reach there." Jimin says in a hurry, driving off and forgetting what he was talking about to the younger previously and all he did was nod back.
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"Congratulations, for not being dead!"

"You didn't have to say that, Jiminie! The bullet wound hurt more than death, I can bet."

"And who asked you to go all John Wick on me back then?"

"Yeah yeah. Whatever!"

"Whatever, my ass. Now get up, you are getting discharged today, Kookie!" Jimin chirps happily, keeping the bouquet on the side table and taking a seat beside the bed on a stool while Taehyung stands quietly behind him, observing the conversation.

"Home? Didn't the property holdings of Yejun get ceased?"

"Yeah, they did. So Taehyung bought you another apartment."

"Who bought what now?" His eyes almost fall out of socket hearing the words said by the purple-haired male. Jimin laughs heartily at the reaction, almost toppling off the chair if not for Taehyung's hand kept around him protectively.

"Tell him, Taehyungshi... Wasn't it you who proposed the idea of getting him a house one fine day?" He teases the younger.

"Hm." The brunette simply nods, and the former's face falls yet again. He's been trying since forever to get him say something over it. Anger, frown, useless blabber, rant, laugh. Anything. But he seems to be in some other zone.

"You really did that?" Jungkook asks the brunette with narrow eyes, still not believing what he heard. No reasons, he just knows the older boy hates his guts, so it was naturally difficult to digest.

Taehyung nods. And when the two exes are back to talking over random stuff, he gives a short and calculated glare at the youngest that goes unnoticed by everyone before speaking again.

"I'll go get myself a band-aid. Take care, Jiminah."

"Be back soon. We'll have to leave then." He replies back and waits for the door to click close, before exhaling heavily.

"He's still not being normal?"

"No."

"What is wrong with this assh- human, I mean." His words change halfway upon the displeasure sprawled all over Jimin's face when he was about to curse the CEO.

"I don't know. He never says anything. I know his brain works weirdly, and he must be overthinking shit right now. But he's not even sharing it to me. I don't know how to help him."

"He'll be fine. Just give him some time."

"It's been two weeks, Kookie. I'm worried. I know he doesn't speak a lot. But to me, he speaks a ton. I'm his safe place to blurt all that the world classifies as noise. He knows I won't judge him. But..."

"But he him who needs to open up. You don't always have to worry for the whole world, Jimin. Cut yourself some slack" Jungkook really wasn't interested in hearing how the older cares for Kim. It always makes a sour feeling bloom in him out of nowhere.

"But he is my whole world. I want to help him."

That wasn't triple cheese, mozzarella stuffed pizza at all, Jiminie...!

"Only when he'll allow you." Jungkook scoffs inwardly at the situation of giving advice to the person he loves for the person they love. Hilarious even to imagine it, but it's his reality.

Jimin slumps exhaustively on the stool, shoulders low and drooping until the next words are spoken by the youngest.

"And thankyou for the house but I might not be living here anymore."

"What do you mean?" He perks up almost instantly.

"You remember, Jiminie, when you had told me to leave this life behind and have a fresh start, right?"

"Yeah. But you can do it from here as well."

And be reminded every second that I can very well snatch you from that Kim but I'm not doing it because I love you and don't want to hurt you? Nah, too much effort.

"I want to explore the world. Meet new people. Good people. Eat a lot of delicious food and watch pretty skies without any burden, which I haven't done in a good while. I hope you understand." He says dreamily.

Jimin pouts sadly at the youngest, making him chuckle at the cuteness of this warm human.

"Maybe I'll find myself a soulmate as well." He winks at the older playfully, knowing very well it was far from his thoughts for future. He found his special someone, and then lost him with his own hands, and again found him but now he's of someone else, and he can only admire him from afar. Not that he's complaining.

Maybe a little.

"I bless you from me and my soulmate's behalf, you'll find them soon." Jimin pats his head dramatically, giving him the blessings and then bursts out into a giggle, making Jungkook laugh as well.

Soon enough, Taehyung returns with the papers and Jimin helps Jungkook get on his feet properly until he growls that he's okay and don't need him to baby him.

"Stay at the house till you recover fully. Then you are free to go." Taehyung says curtly, eyeing the boy's hand resting over Jimin's for support.

"Okay."

"And Jimin, go get the car to the front. I'll bring him."

Jimin's head snaps at his direction, hearing the words. Taehyung and helping Jungkook? Never in a million years. The brunette seems to have read the hesitance as he assures him that he won't kill the boy on the way.

"Are you sure?" Jimin laughs, handing over Jungkook to him, unaware of the reason behind the sudden courtesy.

"Yes. Go."

When the purple mane of hair is gone from his sight, he glares at Jungkook, clearly displeased.

"Jealous much, aren't we?" Teases the youngest, as the duo keeps walking to the hospital's exit at a slow pace.

"Who's jealous? Not me."

"It's in your nature, Kim. You can never help it." He laughs subtly, knowing very well that it will only irritate the brunette.

"If you know already, then stay away from him."

There. The asshole Kim I know. Jimin is worrying for no reason.

"And what if I snatch him from you?"

"You can't. He will never choose you."

"We'll see." Jungkook smirks when he notices the uneasiness in Taehyung's eyes for a second.

"I believe him."

"But not me, right?" Jeon Jungkook winks and before Taehyung can say anything, Jimin arrives to them, bringing an end to their sesnseless bickering.

The trio leaves the premises with mostly Jimin talking, while the other two continue with their glaring competition via the rear view mirror of the car.

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"Jiminah?"

"Yes?"

"You don't want Jungkook gone?"

"What?"

"You said you'll miss him."

"Ofcourse I'll miss him, Taehyungshi. He is my friend."

"I was your friend too. But you fell in love with me. Will you fall for him too?" He waited for Jimin to answer, who seemed to be thinking too hard and Taehyung's heartbeat quickened with each passing second. Jimin wasn't supposed to think. He wasn't supposed to hesitate to say no. He wasn't-

"Maybe..."

"..."

And the brunette was sure he never felt the anxiety kick in so strongly as it did at the words from Jimin that moment.

"What do you mean maybe? How can you love him? You love me." He cried as he tried to reach to the purple-haired male, who stepped back refraining his touch and it broke the younger's heart instantly.

"He saved my life. He risked his own to protect me. He loves me unconditionally. Him and I have a romantic past as well. We'll be fine together, TaeTae." Jimin smiled.

"No you can't. I know you think he is better than me but you said you loved me. You'll never leave me."

"You never asked. I never promised. Don't lie, Taehyungshi!"

"I'M NOT LYING. Why are you speaking like this? You love me Jiminah. I love you too. I love you more than he can ever." His sobs were filled with agony and fear. Extreme fear to loose someone very close to his heart, mind and body. It hurt.

"You brought pain to me. You brought her in between us. In our lives. In my life. She tried to kill me because of YOU. Her brother tried to take revenge on me, because YOU humiliated him. You are hurting me, TaeTae. When I see you, I remember her. And along with her, I remember him. I relive the trauma everytime I look at your face, Kim Taehyung." Jimin said all this with a straight face, devoid of any human emotion towards the brunette, and the latter's breath almost hitched, feeling suffocated.

"I'm sorry, Chim. Please. I'm sorry I did all that to you. I don't deserve you but please don't leave me. I'll... I don't know... I will be a mess... Don't leave me Jiminah..."

"It's too late, TaeTae. Kookie is waiting for me. He will treat me better than you can ever. Goodbye!"

"No... NO... JIMIN DON'T GO PLEASE I BEG YOU... DON'T LEAVE ME I'M SORRY... JIMINAH..."

"JIMINAH..." Taehyung gasps as he springs up on his bed, screaming, heaving and crying. It was past midnight. Probably 2 AM. He had dropped Jungkook at his new apartment in morning and had left Jimin at home in the evening, after the two returned from the former's house. Even though the older insisted to come with him, he didn't agree. He didn't want Jimin to be anywhere near the memories of Tzuyu. He feared it'll hurt him. And so, he had went to sleep alone, hugging a pillow dearly, which was now drenched with sweat and tears.

It was a dream!

"But what if you choose him? What will I do, Chim? I can't loose you to anyone... I-I only have you in my life. I can't... I..." He keeps blabbering in that half awake state, his mind still repeating all the words spoken by Jimin, as clear as day. He throws the sheet over him away, hastily and grabs his keys, before making a run to his car outside.

Forty minutes later, he is standing at the door of Jimin's house, pressing the doorbell incessantly, uncaring of the fact that it was still too early for his antics. His eyes were still flooded, and nose red from constant sniffing. But he needed to talk. Jimin was right. He needs to talk or he'll combust.

"Whoever the fuck you are I'm gonna sell your soul to Satan I swear for distu- TAEHYUNGSHI? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?" Jimin almost yells with eyes as wide as saucers as he takes in the appearance of the man standing in front of him in disheveled nest for hair and a crumpled, straight out of bed attire with a wet t-shirt's sleeve.

Instead of words, he is greeted with a crushing hug, making him stagger back with the force but he manages not to fall flat on the floor with the huge human on top of him. Jimin instinctively wraps his arms around Taehyung, as the male's shoulders shiver with wrenching sobs, hidden in the crook of his neck.

"Tae, it's okay... Calm down. I'm here... Okay?" Jimin pats his back in soft, slow strokes, simultaneously kicking the door close. He tries to maneuver the younger to sit on the couch but he doesn't budge an inch. Instead, he brings the older even more close to his body, as if afraid that he'll vanish if he let go of him now.

The whimpers were deep, throaty and aching. It was evident, Taehyung was hurting, and Jimin almost knew the reason but the younger was stubborn. Everytime he asked to open up or say something or even rant, he would say he's fine. When he clearly wasn't.

"Taehyungshi, baby, please don't cry. It's okay. We are okay. We are safe. You aren't responsible for anything." Taehyung slumps on the floor, still holding Jimin and crying his heart out when the former whispers the words of assurance close to his ears, planting small kisses over his untamed locks. The older finds tiny droplets of tears roll down his own sleep puffed cheeks as well, as he sits on floor cradling the big baby.

"You said... You said you'll leave me for him... He is better... I'm useless... You will love him... You will go away..." The brunette chokes on his saliva but still manages to get the words out, making Jimin frown in bewilderment.

"What are you saying, TaeTae?"

"I... I dreamt of you leaving m-me. I'm sorry Chim. I didn't know about her, I swear. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I couldn't save you any of the times, but I love you. I promise I'll take care of you. Please don't leave me. I won't be able to live without you Jiminah."

The aforementioned male snuggles the younger closer, shaking his head at all the nonsense his TaeTae's mind is capable of thinking.

"What a huge huge idiot are you. You could have told me all these things. I would have slapped you for hurting me. And we would have been okay. Isn't it?"

"Huh?"

"You think you are responsible for hurting me, don't you? So I'll hit you and hurt you. We'll be even then?" Jimin says, sarcasm intended ofcourse.

"Yes. You are right. You can slap me. Kick me. Beat me as much as you want. Just don't leave me ever."

"Pabo! Shut-up. I'm not doing anything like that. But I sure am ready to kick you if you don't stop with the nonsense."

"I am an idiot. Not at all mature. I do stupid things. I am easily jealous. I may not be the best. But please don't go away. Don't go to him. I even managed to not react against him everytime he laughs with you or looks at you with those damn starry eyes."

"I'm not going to anyone, stop it. 'He's our responsibility.' Who had said this? Me or you?"

"Me, because he saved you."

"Who bought a goddam house for him to stay?"

"Me because I didn't want you to volunteer him into your or my place."

"Whatever! But you need to understand, Taehyungshi. I'll not leave you just because you had something to do with people who tried to hurt me in the past. You don't control what they do, okay?"

Taehyung nods into the older's neck, smudging the damp face into it.

"And you are never allowed to keep troubling thoughts inside you just for my sake. I have chosen you against everyone, along with your goods and bads. I will never be burdened by your thoughts just because they don't make sense. Share it to me. I'll hear them no matter what." Jimin says it with utmost sincerity, wanting to comfort the insecurities of the younger who slowly mellows down in his embrace.

"I'm sorry. I'll try to be the best for you."

"You are already my best TaeTae. Just be the best for yourself, to yourself!" The older holds his pretty face between his palms and says, looking right into his eyes. Taehyung breathes back to normal, without breaking into another sob like a few minutes ago, and when Jimin is sure he's calmed enough, he places a tender, very soft kiss over the younger's quivering lips, giving in all the love and assurance he needs

Taehyung too reciprocates back to the endearing gesture, as two pair of lips perfectly mould against each other, made for each other, used to each other. Jimin takes the lead and slips his fleshy tongue over the younger's, almost moaning at the ecstatic feeling it gives after having kissed the love of his life like this after half a month.

"Don't ever think you'll get rid of me so easily, baby!" Jimin's voice is a little whiny when he speaks against Taehyung's lips, their breaths mingling sensationally.

"I would never!" Taehyung manages to grin before pulling the shorter male over his lap and sucking the life out of his mouth desperately.

And all Jimin could do was to get drowned in the feeling of being so darn important to someone. That someone being his best friend, soulmate and love.

The older is so sure he'll never dare to fuck it up. Not after so much trouble they had been through. He will never add up another one into it, that can bring their world into chaos again. He will never!

Or will he?

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"How's this one?"

"No, Jin hyung. It's too flashy."

"Okay. How about the one with a solitaire?"

"Aniyo. It's too big for his tiny fingers."

"Ah, this one. Look, it has small gems all around the ring. It isn't too big or ostentatious as well. Perfect for your best friend."

"Hyungggg...!" Taehyung whines at the word chosen by Dr. Kim to address Jimin and the oldest laughs loudly right in the middle of the shopping hall, attracting everyone's attention. But the man is something else. He wasn't the least bit bothered and continues with his teasing.

"What? Weren't you the one who introduced yourself to me as his friend in the first meet?"

"That was in the past, hyung. Move on." He ducks his head to hide from the crowd and keeps checking the numerous rings sprawled over the glass counter for him to choose from.

"I will. I will. But will you choose the ring today? Or shall I call your best-"

"Hyung not again."

"Okay okay. If you are so confused, you better ask him instead. Afterall it is for him."

"Jin hyung, tell me one thing."

"What is it, kid?"

"Have you ever heard of the term 'proposal'?"

"I have. Why?"

"Do you go ask the person beforehand to choose which ring he wants to be proposed with? Seriously hyung?"

"What is wrong in that? Me and Joonie had gone to shopping when he took me to a jewellery shop and I chose a ring and then he proposed me then and there. Simple and romantic." Jin smiles dreamily, reminiscing his days of the past, and Taehyung is sure he must have lost a few cells from short circuit.

"Remind me again why I asked you to help me with it." The younger murmurs to himself.

"Did you say something?"

"Nothing, hyung. Shall-" His sentence is left midair when the phone starts to ring.

"It's Jimin. Be quiet okay?"

And Jin could never have looked more evil than at that exact moment.

"Yeah, Jiminah. What is it? ... Yeah the meeting the just ended. Working weekends are shit, you know.... Where are you go-"

"Hey buddy it's me, Jin Hyung. Your best frie-mhmppfffff..." Taehyung desperately covers the doctor's mouth, horrified, almost dropping the phone in the process.

"No Jimin. Ofcourse I'm at the office. What? No Jin hyung isn't here. It's network issue, Chim. I'll call you later okay? Enjoyyyy." He hurries with the call and ends it as soon as possible, glaring hard at the oldest who simply rolls on the chair, laughing yet again.

"I hate you, seriously hyung!"

"Same here, kid. This is literally the 9th shop since morning and I sacrificed my leave and a good makeout session with my husband for this. You better choose it NOW or I'm ruining your surprise of a proposal for real this time."

"Okay, fine. Don't get all revengeful. I'm choosing, Jeez!"

Taehyung hauls up the oldest as they sweep a look at the brilliantly shining rings yet again, trying to get the perfect one for Park Jimin.
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At Jungkook's house Jimin was skipping around the dining hall, while Jungkook sat on the chair. He was busy sipping on his banana milk, with one had resting under his chin, admiring the view of the certain someone for the last time.

"Kookie, did you check everything? Have you kept the medicines easily accessible to you?"

"Yes I have. They are in the first compartment of backpack."

"And what about the tickets?"

"Passport and ticket in my jacket, Sir." Jungkook parts the lapel of his huge puffer jacket to show to the older who gives a thumbs up in return along with a sarcastic smile at the honorific.

"And did you talk t-"

"Relax, will you? It might be my first time going abroad but it's not like I don't know the essentials. I've travelled much, you know. You can chill." He laughs at the shorter human who sits on the counter with a huff.

"I know you are a big boy and all. But you shouldn't be traveling so soon, Kookie. Are you really fit to go?"

It wasn't even the end of the month since his discharge when one day Jungkook had messaged him out of nowhere that he'll be leaving this Sunday, taking Jimin by surprise. And add to it the fact that he had already sorted everything up, from the flight to the stay to the finance and then to the next flights.

Jimin was glad Jungkook was moving forward, but he was just wary of his health, and so, he couldn't help but visit the youngest for one last time, and see him off on a happy note.

Not having the slightest idea that this was the second worst decision of the day, first was yet to come.

"Kim knows you are here?" The boy gets up and heads for the sink to wash up the glass, simultaneously questioning the older who's eyes follow his trail.

"I did call him earlier in the afternoon to tell that I'll be dropping you to airport, but the connection was poor. I don't know if he heard. Why do you ask, anyway?" Jimin says innocently, scrolling through his phone as Jungkook wipes his hand on the towel kept beside him, standing close enough for the older's fresh spring fragrance to invade his senses.

"Nothing important. Just thought to give him the house's key. Nevermind, here... Keep it." Jungkook slides his hand in his pant's pocket and hands over the bunch to the purple-haired male.

"You sure you will never come back?"

"Even if I do, I won't stay long. So there's no point of keeping it. Say thanks to Kim."

"Okay." Jimin sighs airily.

"Umm... Jiminie, may I-"

His words are cut off with Jimin's rushed voice after checking the time on his phone, much to his annoyance.

"Oh my God, it's already 8 PM. Isn't your flight at 9. Come, come. Let's go."

"But there's still an hour, c'mon."

"So what. There's traffic and airport rules and shit. Get going now." Jimin attempts to jump off the counter, but is interrupted when Jungkook cages him, keeping both his arms beside the older, on the platform.

"Shhh. Be quiet for a second, Jiminie. I've a favour to ask if you let me." His voice is soft, not at all assertive or demanding and he quickly backs away seeing the slight panic sweep across the older's eyes. This eases Jimin, because he was about to throw hands at the youngest for jumping on him like that.

"What is it?"

"I don't know when I'll be back here. Or if I ever will be. So... I... Uh..." Jungkook contemplates how to ask, or rather, how to word his wish, palms balled into a fist by his side.

"Just tell me, Kookie. No need to hesitate." Jimin says with a beautiful smile.

This guy never senses danger or weirdness, does he?

"May I... Uh-may I kiss you?"

"Excuse me? What?" Jimin really believes that he misheard, as he coaxes the boy to repeat what he said. But when he is sure Jungkook had said exactly what he heard, a frown appears between his eyebrows, as he pushes him away and jumps off the counter.

"What the fuck! You know I will never do it." The man snaps.

"Just... Just on the cheek. Please. Nothing serious. Just a friendly kiss. Promise."

"No. Why would you even want to? What the hell is wrong with you, Jungkook." Jimin tries not to raise his voice but fails miserably when the youngest is being adamant shamelessly.

"I just want to remember you. To remember that our last moment together was a happy one. I'll not ask anything anymore ever again, Jiminie. Please, for this once." He tries to reach out to the purple-haired fluffball dressed contrary to the endearment, in a black full sleeved t-shirt hugging him perfectly. Jimin moves away hesitantly, and Jungkook's face contorts, hurt.

He really did mess up at the last moment.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." He lowers his head in shame, not being able to look at the human again after what he did.

What was I even thinking!

"It's okay. Don't be that ridiculous ever again. Go get your stuff. We are leaving. Now!"

Jimin walks away with long strides towards the hall, grabbing his car keys from the dining table and sits on the couch with a huff and a very evident frown.

Ever again.

He won't even be here to say it ever again.

It's just a peck on cheeks. Friends do it all the time. Don't they?

For fuck's sake, he's your ex, Jimin.

But the man was in some other trance and memory lane, it seemed.

Shall I-

"I'm done." The youngest says in a small voice, almost pitiful and sad. The huge military print backpack is secured on his shoulder whilst a smaller one rests around his wrist, dangling.

Jimin hums as he stands up, with the youngest on tow who's dragging his feet and head almost touching the ground. After a few seconds of silence, the former finally speaks. And oh boy, was it for the worse.

"Fine. I don't want to send you off with that expression. Just a peck. On the cheek."

Well, here we go again!

Jungkook almost breaks his neck with the speed at which he snaps his head up at the older after hearing his words.

"You- wait... What?"

"It's okay if you didn't hear." Jimin shrugs, continuing in his steps.

"No. Wait... Jiminie. Really?"

"Just because I owe you the loyalty I never had in the past, I'll allow. And it's strictly friendly. You act out of line and I'll kick you so hard your next ten generations will remember, if they ever see the sunlight."

Jungkook's expression morphs into a funny one as Jimin glares, pointing out his small index finger in an intimidating manner, which fails miserably as he appears more cute than menacing.

"Thankyou. Really." The youngest expresses his genuine gratitude. He really wanted to cling to a beautiful memory desperately. This would be enough for him.

Jimin stands still as a stick with his back facing the front door, eyes fixated on the wall across him while Jungkook leans in, admiring the flawlessly glowing skin of the purple-haired beauty. His eyes rake boldly over those lips, but he gulps down his desire, not wanting to ruin the moment again.

"Quick, will you? We have to leave as well."

"Aaish. Stay quiet, will you? I'm nervous."

"What the fuck? Why are you nervous? It's me who should be nervous, wondering how will Taehyungshi react if he ever gets to know it."

"Then don't tell him."

"That's my business. You don't have to bother."

Shortly after, Jimin feels a light peck fall on his cheeks innocently. Nothing offensive. It's okay.

And that, was his best worst decision!

Because the moment those feather light touch of lips grace him, there's a click of the door knob, causing Jimin to turn over on instinct and meet Jungkook's cherry red lips on the way.

It's dramatic.

Absolutely uncanny. Isn't supposed to happen on a normal setting. But with Jimin and Taehyung, nothing ever remained normal as they lived through life.

And thus... Here it is. The anticlimactic freezing of all the three people now present in Jungkook's apartment hall, two of them in a seemingly visible wide-eyed lip-lock and the third one watching them with a blank expression.

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The supposed kiss does not last long because Jimin doesn't even get a gap to say or clear out anything when he finds Jungkook being yanked off of him and slammed against the refrigerator aggressively.

"T-Tae-Taehyungshi?" Oh, the stuttering was bad. Jimin almost feels like passing out, looking at the feral wrath in the said man's eyes.

"I WARNED YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM. HE'S MINE. YOU DID NOT JUST DARE TO TOUCH HIM WITH YOUR FILTHY MOUTH JEON JUNGKOOK!"

Taehyung was beyond enraged would be an understatement. He was purely drowned with a deadly intent. He could have killed the human being that stands in front of him with a bloody smirk, even after receiving a wholesome punch, if not for Jimin defensively shielding him quick enough.

"Tae calm down. He–"

"Calm down? After watching him forcing himself on you, you still want me to calm the fuck down? Don't worry, Jiminah. I'm here now. I'll not let this man leave the room alive tonight." Taehyung once again grabs the jacket of the youngest, dragging him from behind his Chim and throwing over the dining table rashly. The poor glass tumblers and all other cutlery shatter on the ground with a sharp chime reverberating throughout the hall, but Jungkook remains unbothered, laying carelessly and staring right into the eyes of the brunette with a blood stained smirk somehow only felt or seen by Taehyung.

"Taehyung stop it. You'll hurt him. He's just recovered from injury." Jimin panics at the sight of blood and tries to reason with the man but he just wouldn't hear.

"And that gives him the right to try shit with you? You are too good to deal with such people, I know. But he deserves it for hurting you, Chim. How-how fucking dare he... He better die now than anytime later..." The brunette lunges forward yet again with fingers curled in, turning his knuckles a ghostly white, painted with a faint splash of red.

"I ALLOWED HIM TO KISS ME, TAEHYUNGSHI. STOP HITTING HIM. HE- He didn't force himself on me."

Saying that out loud now, it sounded bitter. Add to it the fact that Taehyung was being so defensive just to protect him from something he willingly did. It sounded really offensive and adulterous even to Jimin's ears and he only confirmed his speculations when Taehyung's hand stop mid-air, the distance of a hairline between Jungkook's face and his fist. If breathing was a necessity, Jimin deems himself irresponsible for not doing it at that moment.

"You what?" Taehyung blinks, unbelieving and shocked. Jimin's head on the other hand, reels with finding proper words to justify how it wasn't what it looked like but he himself wasn't very confident about it. Lips or not, it was a kiss.

And that too from his ex!

"Just a friendly one, I-I swear he didn't mean anything. It was supposed to be on the cheeks and t-then you came and I–" Oh, whom was he kidding!

"He didn't mean anything? Are you a fucking idiot Jimin? He's your ex, who is still very much in trance of you. And you say he didn't mean it?" Taehyung snaps hard on the older, forgetting his duel with the boy who simply watches the drama unfold.

He got his kiss. Who cares what happens next. He is evil like that, and doesn't claim otherwise too!

"He... Jungkook tell him. You don't mean anything like that, do you?" Jimin desparately urges him to clarify, wanting to get the whole misunderstanding cleared off but given the glint in Taehyung's eyes, he is very much doubtful and is genuinely fearing for the worst.

As if!

Jungkook gets up with a little difficulty. Jimin wanted to help, but one glare from the brunette set him in line, and he didn't dare move a muscle.

The youngest makes a serious face as he turns to Taehyung, away from Jimin, and repeats the words as asked to do. Only, the expression doesn't match his words at all. He was totally being insincere and mocking the pathetic situation of Kim Taehyung. The latter clenches his fist yet again to give the man a handful when Jimin defends again.

Taehyung feels the unwanted rise of bile rush through his throat at Jimin's every word in favour of Jungkook.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. It was just the situation's fault, TaeTae. He's going to be gone anyway. Let's just forget this and–" The older doesn't get to complete his sentence as he is once again interrupted by a very irritated and loud Taehyung.

"Are you blind to not see it? I told you. I told you I didn't trust him one bit, but you? I trusted you to stay clear of his any advances. I trusted you, Jiminah..." There was a very stagnant pause before he spits his next words venomously, ofcourse driven by pure rage, speaking nonsense now.

"Or did you want it?" Taehyung doesn't think twice before it is out of his mouth and the way Jimin's face morphs into an ugly expression, he knows he fucked up but it was too late.

Too late to forget what he saw, and too late to understand the reasonable excuses... And–

"The fuck?" Jimin frowns deeply, bewildered by the sharp turn this conversation just took.

"Why did you allow him to kiss you? Even if on your cheeks, WHY? Even if a friendly one, WHY DID YOU? What does he mean for you to care so much, Jimin?"

"I owe him this much, Tae. He sav-"

"YES HE SAVED YOU AND HE HAS ALREADY BEEN COMPENSATED WELL ENOUGH FOR IT, PARK JIMIN. You don't owe two shit to him. Didn't I give him a fucking house? Didn't I get his name cleared from all the records so that he's free? Didn't I get the best doctors to treat him because you couldn't stop crying and feel guilty over it?" Taehyung growled, breathing so hard from anger and hurt.

Just those few nights back did the older promise him to never leave his side when Taehyung had been apprehensive about loosing him. And then, he gets to witness this, after trying to be the supportive and non troublesome partner even though his heart burns everytime he sees his Chim with Jungkook.

"..."

Jimin was speechless.

Yes. All of that was true. But it was just his own guilt. Although Jungkook was an alias to Yejun, Jimin had still somewhere along the way, hurt the boy, using him as a rebound to get over Taehyung. And Jimin was an epitome of guilt tripping himself into being good to everyone, therefore landing himself in such disasters.

That doesn't mean Taehyung can say shit about me!

"Say? Counter me back. I'm waiting for your divine reason behind your kind actions. What is he to you?" Taehyung towers over Jimin, now glaring at him with red eyes who stares back with equal fire, ready to explode.

"I-"

"I'll leave now." A small voice interrupts their confrontation session but the oldest of the three was too engrossed in the hurtful words spiralling in his head, to notice when Jungkook left the room leaving it all for them to clean the mess.

"Fuck off and never come back, Jeon!" Taehyung makes sure to yell at the door soon enough so that the youngest can still hear and get lost far away from his Chim.

"Yes you did all that for him, Tae, but what do you mean by I wanted it? Do you think I'll just let anyone get close to me?" Jimin was livid. He had reasons to be lenient to Jungkook. He felt indebted.

But why? He almost had you killed, passively, and he also saved your life. It was all even. Why would you keep hurting Taehyung even after knowing everything, Park Jimin?

The voice of his inner conscience was so loud, Jimin almost cringed at himself but let it get drowned in the chaos of the outer world and his own frustration.

"Seems like it to me, Park Jimin. Whoever saves you from dying is worthy enough to kiss you, isn't that the case? Or is he your friend? A friend you care more than everyone else." At this point, the brunette was just finding excuses to fuel Jimin's anger which was all pointless when they could simply sort this out without screaming.

We were just friends too, Jiminah. And then you expect me to not be scared. I'm only human, not as great as you to overlook what I see.

"Don't fucking project your insecurities on me, Kim Taehyung. I've had enough of your fears blinding your rational thinking and then you exploding on me without a reason. You did it when you were jealous, you did it when you were in denial, and you are doing it now!"

"It's not my insecurity when I see it with my own eyes, Jimin. You–"

"And simply make an assumption. That's what you do. Always. Make assumptions about what I want, what I do, what I think. You never clarify it with me. Always in your own fucking world because you are the baby and I'm your goddam babysitter and not..." The older takes a deep breath, having run out of oxygen after ranting so many words of anger and frustration.

"Babysitter? So, when I share my apprehensions with you, you are babysitting me by hearing those? Is that all I am to you now? Were you pitying me by hearing it since I had no one else to go to?" Taehyung was visibly shocked by the words of the older, for the second time this evening. But with shock came hurt. One which was greater in intensity, blurring his eyes in an instant.

Jimin too shuts up abruptly after realising the depth of what he had just blurted.

Shit!

"No, I mean–"

"I know exactly what you mean."

"Hear me out Tae, I-" Jimin was almost at his limits. He had already said something he didn't mean, in anger. All he wants to do right now is slap Taehyung and apologise but the man's absolutely gone off the rails, not ready to listen anything and it's driving him nuts. And Jimin isn't the one to simply listen. He will give back twice as much as said to him and he just has the gut feeling that this won't end  well.

"You... Wow... And here I thought you were my best friend before being my–"

"Your what? What did you think, Taehyung, what are we? Tell me! Lovers? Partners? Soulmates? Did you ever think of naming our relationship? No. You were all into your head over your coward ass of loosing me to Kookie that you forgot I still didn't have a tag of importance in your life. Ever wondered how should I introduce you to the world? Best friend? Boyfriend? Have you ever even asked me to be one?"

Taehyung now listens. Standing stiff, he just listens to all of it. He soaks up all the words of accusations thrown onto himself as he tries to blink away the tears now threatening to spill out. The box resting in his pocket weighing heavier by every passing word.

"We confessed to each other. Even  had sex. And then what? Are we dating, Tae? No. You don't care to think of it. You just enjoy basking in my presence without once caring or asking me what I want. Just living in your own little bubble because the world and me revolve around you. That's what you think. What is even wrong if I really wanted Kookie to kiss me when you wouldn't get the fuck out of grieving over your own guilt since over a month?" Jimin's eyes widen at those last words. He wasn't supposed to say this, it was insensitive. It just came out trying to one up Taehyung's one single sentence of 'you wanted it'!

The tears don't fall. Taehyung doesn't let them fall as he staggers a few steps away with his eyes gazing the ceiling while he regulates his breath, giving both him and Jimin space. A space that's heavily felt by both of them. A defeated chuckle escapes him as he looks elsewhere now.

"Taehy–"

"No. Don't. It's fine, Jiminah. I'm sorry I troubled you so much." Suddenly, this understanding Taehyung doesn't sit well with Jimin, his breath going stuck in his throat when Taehyung pulls out a black velvet box and places it on the messed up dining table.

"I'm sorry, I was late." He whispers, but it thunders throughout Jimin like a trainwreck.

–too late to ask you to be mine forever!

Taehyung walks across the hall, now letting his tears fall freely to get crushed under his shoes along the single red rose lying by the door, as he leaves behind Jimin, and a wounded heart of his own.

Funny, how sometimes, that very small and negligible sliver of wood causes the most painful blister.

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Jimin stands there in utter disbelief for a good while until his senses of movement kick in and urges him to go look at the box lying prettily amidst the shards of glasses and a mess of broken pots and flowers.

Just like the way he is!

The scene resembles his own self right now. Pretty in black, surrounded by a mess that is his entire life, caused in a matter of minutes.

With trembling hands, he picks up the box. It feels velvety, soft. So soft, that it hurts. Pitch black in colour, yet having a beautiful glimmer to it. A click pierces through the now eerily quiet room when he opens the box and there it is...

A ring!

Jimin haphazardly brushes off the water blurring his vision as he cradles the little box in his palm like a fragile baby. He feels so scared to even touch the metal ring resting on the cushion.

There's a T and J engraved on the entwined bands on either side of the heart shaped diamond sitting in the middle, having a very rare but beautiful baby pink sheen to it. So delicate, as if representing Taehyung's feelings whenever he's with Jimin. The softness of his heart whenever he holds him close. The bland whites of his life that turn to a beautiful pink whenever his Chim smiles.

It's breathtaking. Blinding if you would exaggerate.

Quite literally!

Because the moment Jimin's eyes caress those initials of their names, he  takes a sharp and troubled intake of breath and breaks into another millions of pieces, slumping on the ground and sobbing over his utterly jinxed luck, all the while making sure he doesn't taint the beauty with his touch or tears.

"I'm sorry TaeTae...!"

I didn't mean to hurt you.

But he knew deep down, that the damage was done and it was a prominent one. Taehyung was sensitive. He always knew. And all those words Jimin said, definitely left a deep mark on the brunette. He knows that too.

He chose to hurt Taehyung deliberately at that moment because he was frustrated about being accused.

He knows!

He wasn't the only one wrong but ultimately, it was him who couldn't keep himself from spilling all that he had been thinking, in a very unhealthy manner instead of having a conversation like a normal human being about taking their relationship to the next level. He was frustrated about Taehyung not being himself for long, and he had run out of patience today.

Remembering it now, he feels even more terrible, knowing that the guy whom he dismissed by calling him an immature kid, was the same guy who had been nothing but patient with him since forever, always being careful about if Jimin needed time to heal from what had happened in the past.

Whereas the older downright deemed Taehyung's past as not reasonable enough to mourn, indirectly.

That was a low blow. Jimin felt so utterly disappointed over his own self. Getting a temporary hold on himself, he dials the younger's number but no one picks up.

Fair enough.

And after seven tries, the message changes to the number being switched off. Jimin sighs, still hiccuping with the remaining tears. A thought does cross his mind to go to his house, but he couldn't think of any plausible reason that will make him sound less of an asshole and redeem him in front of Taehyung. So he decides to go back to his own house, dragging his feet away from these cursed corners.
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"H-hyung..."

"C'mon kid, I know it went well and that you want to thank me for helping you but you can do it tomorrow. Its freaking twelve right now. You should be making out with you boyfriend currently." Jin teases Taehyung from the other side of the line, a happy chuckle escaping him and stabbing right onto where it hurt in the younger.

"..."

The phone line goes silent.

"Taehyung? Anyone there? Hello? Can you hear me?" Jin checks his phone to see if the call has somehow cut, but they are still on line. Then it reaches him. The very faint yet broken sob. A cute sniffing of nose, as if the person had been crying for quite a while and now was tired.

"Taehyung, kid are you okay? What happened? Why are you crying?" The oldest was now worried. No one cries after proposing the love of their life and getting accepted.

Did he...

"Is he not ready yet? Did he say no? It's okay Taehyung. He went through a lot. It makes sense if he needs more time. Don't cry for this, silly kid. He'll come around." Jin tries to pacify a now slightly more crying Taehyung, not understanding what exactly went wrong.

Oh, how he had taken up the job to be a Hyung to this Dongsaeng of his...!

(Dongsaeng means little brother in Korean)

"He doesn't w-want me anymore, Hyung!" Taehyung cries into the phone, voice scratchy and hoarse.

"What do you mean he doesn't want you? Ofcourse he does. What the hell happened between you both?" Jin screeches sitting upright on the bed, now absolutely confused.

"He doesn't want me. I'm not worthy to be with him, Hyung. I'm not someone he should be with. I'm immature, stupid, irresponsible. I'm not good enough for my Chim." Jin grimaces at the thought of the boy crying all alone in the darkness of his home. He had seen him breakdown before. For Jimin. And he knows how much effect that purple haired guy has on the younger boy.

"Hey hey hey... Shush. Stop spouting nonsense, kid. You are more than worthy of love. Stop with the self deprecating thoughts, will you! Tell me what happened so that I can knock some sense in you and then your best friend." He urges the younger to tell him but the latter wouldn't budge.

"No, he's right. I'm always in my own little bubble. Not caring for him enough. But it hurts, Jin Hyung." He hiccups before continuing.

"It hurts to hear it from him about how I'm a disappointment. I had always disappointed everyone. Jimin was the last person I would want to disappoint but I did it anyway. I wasn't able to protect him. I wasn't able to get over it quickly enough to propose him. I wasn't understanding enough to let go of the incident with that little shit Jeon. I–"

"What about him? What did he do now?" Jin was quick to catch on the words.

"Forget it. I was overreacting and now I ruined everything. He hates me." Taehyung now cries violently and before Jin could say something, the speaker beeps, declaring that the call has ended. He tries to call again but it doesn't connect.

"Aaish, these little brats." The doctor shakes his head with an exhausted sigh, snuggling back into the warm abode of his big buff husband's arms, thinking of his schedule tomorrow to see if he can manage to squeeze in a quick visit to Taehyung.

I really see us in them, Joonie. The differences in their thoughts, perspectives, beliefs, likes. They are so different, yet make space for each other's wishes. But sometimes, they forget they are just humans who get hurt when things don't happen as they want it to. And it makes them hate themselves because they feel guilty of feeling hurt by things their beloved does.

But it's only human! Mistakes happen. It can be sorted. But humans are silly.

"They will find their way back to each other, Hyung!" Jin jerks his head up to look at Namjoon staring back at him with sleepy eyes and a lazy smile. Jin sighs, hiding into the crook of his husband's neck.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, Joonie." He mumbles quietly, to which Namjoon pecks at the top of his hair softly.

"I'm already used to your emergency medical calls, remember?" The silver haired man chuckles at his cute, handsome husband who groans in response.

"Don't embarass me more. I already hate recalling us almost falling out because of my work commitments."

"I loved you too much then, but I love you a lot more now with a good sense of maturity, Hyung. I'm sorry for being such an ass back then. It wasn't very smart of me to expect fairytale romance in a world where responsibilities are equally important as love and it's not so easy to balance each as they show or write." Jin almost drifts to sleep, hearing Namjoon ramble about while drawing lazy circles on his bare, wide back.

"Mhm. I love you too!" Jin whispers, giving a soft peck over Namjoon's neck and the next thing they knew, they are far into the dreamland, with the latter snoring a little louder than what should be considered as comfortable, but then again, the flaws of your partner are what makes you realise that what you have is real.

The companionship is real.

The love is real.

The forever is real.

Somewhere far into the city, Jimin, who was currently drowning in the bottles of Soju, decides to stop mourning over all the declined calls, switched off phones, unread messages and unanswered voicemails. He will go to the office first thing in the morning, test the waters regarding Taehyung's mood, and plan a grand apology for being a trash best friend before being an insensitive boyf– okay, lover.

The words that brutally scratched Taehyung's heart had been haunting him since the evening and now it's 4 o'Clock in the early morning.

"Wait till I propose you in the most cringe way, Kim Taehyung!" Jimin wipes his tears on the shirt sleeves as he takes a big gulp of the strong, bitter liquor and scrunches his brows with determination.

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"Goodmo– Sir? What are you doing here?" A very surprised Darla asks Jimin when he walks into the office in his beige suit and not so tidy purple hair. He definitely had a massive and splitting hangover this morning and if it wasn't for seeing Taehyung, he would have never bothered to wake up today.

"What do you mean?" He gives her an incredulous stare but soon enough, his eyes wander to spot his fluffy brunette. But to his ill fate, he doesn't find anyone.

"You–"

"And where is Taehyungshi?" Jimin asks, interrupting the secretary before she could speak.

"He's not here, Sir. You didn't know? Did he not tell you?"

What more did I ruin? – Jimin thinks.

"What did he not tell me? What is going on? Where is he, Darla?" There was a slight urgency and panic in his voice now.

"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Kim took an early morning flight today to New York. You were supposed to accompany him. I had booked two tickets because he had asked me so, even though only he was required to be present for the conference to be held tomorrow at Madison Avenue. He even made sure I don't mail it to you by mistake. He said it's a surp– I thought..." She doesn't continue to speak about her own speculations of them spending a holiday together after looking at the disheartened expression on her boss's beautiful appearance.

"I– " What now?

Happy? Having ruined things by your own big mouth?

Jimin doesn't bother sulking over his thoughts. Not now. He wasn't just going to let his Taehyungshi stray away from him. He would do everything to get him back and never let him go inspite of everything they will endure in the coming future.

This ain't happening. Not on my watch.

"When's his flight landing?"

"At around 7:30 PM tonight which is 6:30 morning in US."

"When's the next flight from Seoul to New York?"

Jimin waits, with the continuous bounce of his legs while Darla clicks away buttons on her keyboard to look for the flight details. After half a minute, she reads out all the options available, but he couldn't care less.

"Book the earliest one available and send me the details. I'm going home now. I hope you'll manage our work for a while, wouldn't you, beautiful?" He smiles gorgeously, determined and filled with confidence to claim his brat back.

Darla too gives him a double thumbs up, reassuring him of the office responsibilities.

"All the best, Sir!" She takes her chances and is glad when she gets a thankyou back from Mr. Park instead of any negative response for her partially intrusive wish.

Just when he reaches the elevator door, a sudden thought pings in his little head, if only Taehyung would bother to think about him, that is. Nevertheless, better safe than sorry.

"And Darla!"

"Yes Sir?"

"Don't tell him about it." He finally leaves with a wink and a goofy smile adoring his lips.

Jimin then drives off to his house and packs the necessary clothes and essentials. In an hour, he receives the flight details, but isn't much impressed after reading the departure time to be 7 in the evening.

"Darla, it'll take forever to reach Taehyungshi before the godforsaken conference of four hours start." He whines, calling the secretary and nagging her.

"That was the only one available, sir. Even the first class of other flights were booked. I couldn't get one for the earlier ones. Sorry!" She apologies in a small voice, but Jimin dismisses her with and 'its okay' and continues to sulk while waiting for the clock to tick faster.

"Even his phone would be on flight mode. Arghhh.." He curses and groans and whines aloud, reluctantly going back to his Google search list of how to persuade your very very angry significant other.
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"Hyung, I'm not even in the country right now. What are you doing at my office anyway?" An exhausted Taehyung speaks into the phone, flopping right over his bed with a thud as soon he enters the hotel room. A quick look around the space makes him sick to his stomach.

The perfect view of New York's early morning skyline with a perfect interior decor choice. Pale blue ceiling lights going dimmer as the morning arrives, blinds folded just enough to let the golden hour streaks of sunlight peak through them teasingly, all of it aligned purely according to the likes of his Jimin. The kind of modern getaway the older had always desired to have.

To have deliciously aromatic English breakfast sitting by the balcony in a bath robe, freshly out of shower... To add a little Taehyung to it, the brunette had arranged for a gramophone with personally picked set of Jazz records.

They would have slow danced to the melody of it in the night, after their exotic candle light dinner. No fancy restaurant. Just the two of them, lost in their own little world. And then, Taehyung would get on his knees and ask his beloved to be his, and only his, for the rest of their lives and all the coming ones. He would have asked his Chim to marry him.

Oh, if only!

"Hello? Hello can you hear me? Jesus, kid, this is the second time in a day that you've blanked out on me." Jin yells, absolutely pissed at having wasted his time, travelling to an absolute opposite location of the city just for it to be useless.

"I'm sorry. Sorry, I was just..." Pausing for a second, the younger clears his throat and starts speaking.

"Anyways, yeah why are you there?"

"What an ungrateful little thing! Ofcourse I came to talk to you since you had wailed like a dying whale yesterday and today you are off to a new country altogether. A WHOLE NEW CONTINENT, TAEHYUNG!"

Damn, this man's loud!

"You could have called me before landing there, Hyung. It's not my fault you wasted your precious time to care for me when you could have spent it with your husband, I understand and I'm so fucking sorry." Taehyung snaps, trying to get rid of Jin. He didn't want to talk. Not right now.

"Ofcourse now it's my mistake. These kids now a days, having no respect for the elders when they are being nothing but good and friendly to them." The oldest mumbles angrily at the straightforward argument by the younger.

Great. Now I pissed you off too.

"Fine. Be angry. I didn't ask for your sympathy. Everyone can just leave me alone. No need of pity party. I swear I'm fine with it. Goodnight to you!" Taehyung snaps his cellphone shut and throws it over the couch in a fit of rage.

"Everyone can go to hell for all I care."

Without getting out of the travel attire, he buries himself into the duvet covering his ears with one of the many pillows, trying to cancel out any stupid noise reaching his ears.

Especially Jimin's from last night!

Chapter Text

"What the fuck! What is wrong with everyone? Why is the whole universe headed to airport today and at this exact instant!" Jimin cusses for the umpteenth time, frustrated from the never ending traffic blocking his way to the hotel where the conference is currently being held.

Or not!

"Sir, it'll take another half an hour to reach Lotte NY Palace." The cab driver politely offers the information, only for Jimin's frustrating to heighten ten folds.

"Half an hour?" He screeches very immodestly.

"The meeting ends at 8 and it's already past 7:30. How am I supposed to find him without stay details?All I know about is that godforsaken conference and he isn't even picking my freaking calls. Damn these people of New York and their stupid traffic. I–" He stops in his rants after receiving a subtle glaring look from the driver through the rare view mirror.

Jimin softly apologies and continues to hurl tens of curses in his mind silently, counting minutes until he meets the younger and begs him for forgiveness if it comes to it.

On the other hand, Taehyung was busy socialising with the delegates and other businessmen, running on two hours of sleep since last 24 hours and a pathetic serving of a single croissant.

While trying to sleep in the morning, he had been plagued with the nightmares which he often suffered from, so he gave up and instead, decided to have breakfast.

But then, he remembered of how it would have been him and Jimin having it together, and it killed his appetite almost instantly so it was just a decorative bread he had.

Damn you Jiminah!

"Is everything okay, Mr. Kim?" A confused fellow female attendee asks him when the brunette shakes his head to get rid of the thoughts about one small, pretty fluffball with fainting purple hair.

"Yeah? Yeah, everything is fine. It's just the jet lag catching up on me, I guess." Taehyung dismisses her with a sheepish awkward grin and who's one to not be swayed by that beautiful boxy smile of the magnificent man in black tuxedo, looking drop dead gorgeous with hair tousled into a formal mess, if that's even a style!

"Oh... Um..." The woman appears visibly flustered with the overpowering aura of the guy, trying to find words for whatever she was trying to speak. Taehyung on the other hand was about to leave since the meeting was over and everyone was heading out, but the lady's hesitance keep him rooted to the place, waiting for her next words but then it gets stretched to a really awful duration. So the brunette decides to break the silence with his herculean efforts at having a normal chitchat.

"Is- What- Do... Do you want to say something, Miss?" He tries to be civil and hold a conversation, definitely not his cup of tea without Jimin's presence around him.

Jimin Jimin Jimin...! Stop thinking about him for once, can you!?

"There's an afterparty organised for everyone attending the conference. Would you, maybe, like to come?" She finally blurts, avoiding Taehyung's gaze, who by the way wasn't even looking at her but at his wristwatch, out of nervousness.

"I don't think that'll be a good idea. My senses are already revolting against me moving around. I guess I'll just take my leave and rest for a while in the hotel." He declines the offer with a truthful enough reason. He was feeling seconds away from passing out, anyway.

"Oh... It's okay, I guess." She gives him a warm but disappointed smile, before shaking hands and turning around to leave.

You'll go back and do what? Stare at everything and miss Jimin? Cry yet again and drown in your self pity? Fight the nightmares and not have a wink of sleep? It isn't like you'll be any good in the hotel, all by yourself anyway.

"Wait–"

"Huh?"

"I guess I can manage."

"..."

"The party?" Taehyung quirks up a brow as he makes himself clear.

"Really? I- I mean, sure. It's on the 19th floor." She says, literally bouncing on her feet with excitement.

"Thanks. I'll see you there in a few minutes." Taehyung too offers her an affirming nod before dashing out towards the men's room to wash away his depressive and long face he had carried throughout the keynote speech.
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"I'm sorry, sir, but you are not allowed inside. You need to have the invitation slip issued to all the members attending the conference." The guard tries to reason with a stubborn Jimin.

"But it's an emergency I really need to meet him."

"You can call them outside, sir. I cannot allow you inside."

"He's not answering my calls, goddamit. Why don't you understand?"

"That's not my problem. Please leave or I'll have to call the securit–"

"I know the rest of the line. Don't bother. Look, I'll just go in, find him and we'll both come out to talk, okay?"

"No sir–"

"What is it?" A third voice interrupts their conversation, making Jimin jerk his head to the side, and there stands a pretty lady, probably the managing staff since she has some kind of uniform on.

"Ma'am, this guy–"

"Park Jimin." The said man glares at the guard before speaking to the lady in a professional demeanor.

"The Managing Director of K&J Industries. I'm here to meet Mr. Kim Taehyung, the company's CEO. He's attending today's conference and has asked me for some documents he had left at the hotel. It's really important." The lie was almost believable but–

"I'm sorry to inform you, Mr. Park but the conference has already ended, about twenty minutes ago. You are late."

"What? But it's–"

8:34 PM

Oh!

"Yeah." She keeps a scrutinising gaze over the coloured hair male and his almost defeated expression.

"Sorry for the trouble then." Jimin turns to leave with a sulking long face when he's called again.

"Mr. Park, can I see your ID to verify if it's you?"

"Yeah sure, here..." Jimin rummages through his wallet to pull out the ID card and the lady clicks on her tablet to verify god-knows-what and only after she's satisfied does she speaks further.

"There's an afterparty going on at the 19th floor. Maybe you can meet him there, that is, if he's attending it."

Jimin's face instantly brightens after hearing it, although he had his doubts because Taehyung rarely attended after-parties. But he'll take the chance.

"Thankyou so much! I won't be causing any trouble. Thanks for letting me in." He bows profusely while walking into the lounge and absolutely bumps into a valet unceremoniously, making the whole cloth hanger collapse on the floor.

"Oh shi– I'm so sorry." Jimin almost cries as he apologises to a very annoyed staff.

'I won't cause any trouble–' my foot!

He takes a quick glance towards the staff lady.

And of course, she has a hard glare fixed on him as if challenging him to cause more trouble see her wrath.

Jimin then practically yeets himself into the elevator lift, heaving a sigh of relief as soon as the door closes.

Pheww...!

When he enters into the venue hall with slightly dim lighting and a soothing music playing in the background, he almost faints seeing the amount of people gathered there.

Wasn't it a business meeting? Why are so many old elderly people involved in wasting their delicate, diabetic life on pastries and alcohol?

Jimin shakes his head and  reprimands himself for making such biased opinions as he tries to locate a breath of fresh air among the dried winter leaves, that is, his one and only beloved soulmate without physical red strings.

"Uh, hello gentleman. Have you seen or heard of a Kim Taehyung around here?" He asks a man who was clearly in his late fifties but couldn't help flirting with the waitress serving him drink.

"No, no. I haven't seen anyone. Now if you'll excuse me..." The man dismisses him in a heartbeat and waddles away behind the girl while Jimin gawks at him with annoyance.

"Fuck you too!" He curses in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

He goes around asking a few more people but to his dismay, none of them seems to have seen Taehyung. There was even a high chance that he wasn't here, but Jimin didn't want to think about it. He really wanted to meet him and apologize at the very least.

After a few more minutes of roaming around with an untouched glass of white wine settled between his fingers and numerous negative replies, he feels exhausted to bones.

In a bout of slight dizziness, he once again bumps into someone and finally...

Finally, there's hope!

Chapter Text

"Sorry sir, I didn't–"

"Is the mic connected with the audio system here?"

"Excuse me?" The man dressed in the staff's black suit and bow, peers at the chaotic-looking man asking weird questions, with wide bewildered eyes.

"I need the mic. Please, I have an announcement to make!" Jimin gathers his straying brain cells together and pleads the guy holding a silver, wireless microphone, probably to bring it to the organiser.

"No sir. It's not for the attendees' use. What are you–"

"Just why the hell is everyone so stubborn here! Do you even know who I am?"

Jimin definitely wouldn't snap like that under normal circumstances, but oh, these people here are dumb; testing his patience, and also, extreme situations require extreme measures. A few heads turn towards him and Jimin glares back at them equally fiercely.

His sleep-deprived, red eyes even adds to the menacing factor of an angry Jimin with haphazard hair and taut brows.

"S-sir..."

"Is it connected or not?"

"I-it is but–"

"Deny me once more and I'll make sure you lose your job, and... Whatever, go away!" He snarls after snatching the poor device out of the staff's hand.

"And what are you people looking at?" He pushes through the crowd to reach the slightly elevated stage, absolutely annoyed about the fact that out of all the people paying him attention, there's not even a sliver of one Kim Taehyung.

Stupid dumbass, running away like that instead of fighting me!

Taking a deep breathe and the centre stage, Jimin starts speaking, giving the mic a few taps.

"Good evening everyone..." His eyes do a sweep over the vast area in hopes, but he continues to speak nevertheless.

"I'm looking for Kim Taehyung, the CEO of K&J Industries. Does anyone know if he is attending the party? Or if he has already left?"

Suddenly, all eyes are on him along with a piercing glare of the organiser who seems to be cursing the previously met staff for causing this abrupt nuisance.

"Anyone?"

And Jimin couldn't be more frustrated in his entire life because, all the crowd does is look.

Just fucking look!

They are all gawking at him for the audacity or whatever, with big eyes instead of trying to approach him and help a sad soul find his sullen lover.

"No, I haven't met anyone by that name in the party, Mister!" Someone yells from the back, a woman more specifically, after a good five minutes of judging him in and out.

"Yeah same. I didn't see anyone who goes by that name either." More and more people follow the crowd and soon, a low murmur of disagreement flows through the entire party below, much to Jimin's chagrin.

He sighs, this one being a heartfelt sad one. He didn't want to wait to apologise. He wanted to relieve Taehyung from the misery of overthinking he for sure must have delved into. He wanted to comfort him, tell him he is sorry, and that he's a fuckhead to have ever said such vile words without a second of thinking. That he had been insane to think even for a second that Taehyung was weak for taking his time to get over horrifying incidents.

He, Jimin, wanted to make everything right, do everything right. And as soon as possible, to save both of them the hurt.

Oh, but I'm never good with luck when my goodluck charm itself is angry!
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Taehyung walks into the crowd like a lost cub, watching everyone buzzing with urgent conversation as if a bomb was diffused mere seconds ago.

Whatever happened here?!

He moves around, trying to locate a secluded corner and simultaneously looks for drinks. He could really use one right now, after spending an awful amount of time in the restroom fixing his appearance to look akin to a corporate leader.

He tries to squeeze his way between two elderly men to reach the bar when he hears a snippet of the conversation with his name in it and freezes on the spot.

"What was wrong with that coloured-hair guy? How does he even know the CEO? I've heard K&J is quite successful in South Korea but who is it again? Kim Tae... Taeyon? Taeung? Tae– "

"Kim Taehyung. That would be me, gentlemen." The brunette smooths his way into the conversation, his interest piqued to max.

"YOU ARE THE CEO? Wow..." The man looks really awestruck, but Taehyung is used to such reaction and he honest-to-God doesn't know why they react like that. But it makes him flustered everytime, anyway.

"I... Wh-who exactly were you talking about? Who was asking for me?" He tries to get to the point, having an uncharacteristically thumping heart.

"Uh, yeah right! There was this guy, who jumped over the stage out of nowhere. He said he was looking for the CEO of K&J industries. He... He looked really desparate."

Yeah, that really helped me, mister!

"I'm sorry. Can you be more specific? How did he look like? You were talking about hair, something?"

The other man pokes in then.

"Yeah yeah, he had this bubblegum like hair. I mean, his hair was really pink... Or maybe purple? Something like that. Oh, and he was Asian too. He–"

Jimin!

"Where is he? Where have you seen him? Where did he go?" Questions after questions tumble out of his mouth and thankfully, those men point towards the side of the stage, saying that he got off a minute ago.

"Fuck! What the fuck, Jiminah. What are you doing here!" Taehyung races into the direction of the stage, absolutely forgetting the existence of a cellphone which would have saved him the extra cardio.

"JIMIN..."

Etiquettes can die in a ditch for all I care!

This must be one of the most interesting corporate parties to have ever happened, with people barging in and yelling people's names out of the blue.

"JIMIN, WHERE ARE YOU?" Taehyung shouts once again when he finds the stage and its surroundings devoid of any Jimin.

Almost 90% of the people there, now knew he was the Kim Taehyung, and that, the other guy who was finding him a while ago, goes by Jimin. Someone even did a Google search and completed the name, Park Jimin, the Managing Director of K&J Industries as well as its co-owner...

Currently being summoned earnestly!

Taehyung keeps walking in other directions, shouting for his purple fluffball in the land of unfamiliar people, worrying how exhausted he would be, having travelled all the way to New York just for his sake.

Most probably!

A distant rustling, a few grunts and numerous shoves later, the crowd parts to make way for an almost tumbling mass of flesh and clothes struggling to not kiss the ground in the middle of the hall.

"Jiminah..." Taehyung whispers so soft it gets flown away with his breath, as if the air is trying to carry the endearment directly to the owner's ears, without any worldly disturbance. Untouched and vulnerable!

Standing in front of those hundreds of champagne glasses balanced one over the other on a huge table, Taehyung waits as Jimin throws himself onto him, taking his breath away from the overwhelming feelings swirling in his heart and head.

"TaeTae I'm sorry. Will you be my husband?"

And just like that, Taehyung forgets to bring back the breath that was carried away by the hug attack!

Chapter Text

"W...w-w-what?"

Come again?

Jimin chuckles airily, still hidden securely in the crook of Taehyung's neck because the latter was holding him too rigidly, out of shock or not, we'll have to deduce.

"TaeTae, will you let me put a ring on your finger and be willing to be stuck with this narcissistic flirt for the rest of our lives?" He grins into his ear while the whole world witnesses their over-the-top public display of affection with gasps and grunts.

"You... What... Are you serious?"

But I was supposed to propose you first. This is cheating!

...

Yeah right, ofcourse that's more important– Taehyung mentally rolls his eyes at the dumb reasons popping in his head out of sheer astonishment.

But then, the thought of the fateful night crosses his mind, and for a moment, he is pulled back into the black hole of negativity.

"You don't- you don't hate me?" Jimin grimaces upon hearing the self-doubt coating Taehyung's words.

Oh, how he hates himself for making his beloved feel like that!

Shimmying out of the hold, Jimin backs away a little, so that he can see the brunette's beautiful but melancholic face. He cradles the taller man, placing his hands on either side of his cheeks and speaks in a low, apologetic voice.

"I don't hate you, pabo TaeTae. I can never ever hate you. I'd rather die th-"

"Dare say that!"

"Okay, okay. Sorry, I won't." A smile breaks over the older's lips at the scrunched brows of an annoyed TaeTae.

"What I'm saying is, I love you, Kim Taehyung and I'm sorry for everything I said that night. I was as much scared as I was angry when... When you wouldn't... When you questioned me, but we could have solved it better than me blowing up with baseless accusations on you. They weren't even true. I'm..." Jimin didn't realise until now that he had a single, diamond-like tear leaving a trail across his flushed cheeks, when a warm hand sweeps them away gently, oh so gently.

"I'm sorry too, Jiminah! I shouldn't have acted on impulse. I-"

"Forgiven and forgotten." The older takes a deep breath before switching his nonsense button proudly.

"We can apologise in essay type answers later. But first, I need to make sure you won't run away to our pre-wedding honeymoon destination without me again." Taehyung gasps at the instant swapping from a crying mess to a shameless and blunt best friend of his. He smacks him on the arm, to which Jimin just shoves a teasing tongue out, like always.

And they almost had a breakup 24 hours ago, sigh!

Seems like the party was boring anyway, since, although the crowd has a lot of disapproving reactions to give, no one moves to disturb or stop whatever the two men here have going on, and they keep enjoying the show.

"Jimin, you sure this is the right place?" Seems like Taehyung too had the same realisation, and he is hit by a sudden bout of nervousness when he looks around and finds all the eyes on them.

But Jimin isn't having the nonsense of a bunch of some romance-deprived senior citizens ruin his imperfectly perfect plan.

Just my own, exclusive for my Taehyungshi!

"Look, baby, I'm not delaying this anymore. I'll lose the fucking ring TaeTae. You know I'm not good at keeping things safe, much less even myself." Jimin whines amidst adjusting his position on his knee while folding the other infront of him, as shuffles through his coat for the black velvet box.

Baby!

A small giggle escapes from the brunette after hearing the endearment that warms his heart everytime it rolls off his Chim's tongue.

Oh, he is gonna be so spoilt for his Chim!

A few younger females of the crowd laugh out loud as well, making Jimin grin wider to reveal those pretty crescent moon eye smiles. And Taehyung had obliviously fallen in love with, ever since he had seen them.

"Aww, you are blushing already!" Jimin teases while holding the pretty ring which was once meant for him, now presented to the love of his life.

"Who's blushing, don't be delusional."

"Oh c'mon. I know you love it when I call you baby. TaeTae, my babyyyy~~~"

"Okay Jiminah, stop. I will. Now stand up, will you?" The younger huffs and puffs while trying to stop Jimin from making a fool out the CEO that blushes...!

Blushes over a goddam nickname, Taehyung what will become of you!

"That was literally the worst response ever, Taehyungshi, really!" Jimin deadpans, and refuses to get up.

"I'm going to do it one more time, and you better be cheesy 'cuz I spent a whole evening planning about this iconic scene!"

"You planned for it to be here?"

"I didn't know my honeymoon location, Taehyungshi, c'mon!" Jimin pouts so innocent with a dangerously sparkling puppy eyes.

"OKAY fine shut-up oh my God!" The older almost falls to the ground, laughing at the exasperated words of the younger.

"So, here we go. Okay?"

"Okay!"

Ridiculous.

...

...

I love him so much!

"Kim Taehyung, my best friend of the past and beloved of the present, will you be my husband of the future? I promise I'll hear all your controversial theories about aliens and–"

"Jiminah..." The brunette folds his hands infront of him and warns the purple-haired man below with a narrow eyed glare.

"And I'll also let you cook for me–"

"You will?" Taehyung now gawks.

"... under my parental supervision ofcourse!" And lo behold, there's a pout on the 5 feet 10 inch tall human's lips.

What is he? 4?

Jimin shakes his head with an adoring dismissal and smile, and continues.

"And... There are more things, but let's preserve your dignity for now, Mr. CEO!" Jimin winks and Taehyung couldn't be more embarrassed at the snickers he hears from the crowd.

Aaish, this man!

"Will you?"

"And if I say no?"

"Try and we'll meet in the next 5 seconds, right at the gate of hell, baby!"

"You are impossible. So impossibly mine!"

"Shall I take it as a yes?" Jimin follows as Taehyung too kneels down to his level and engulfs his ring-held hand with both of his huge, carved ones.

"No way am I paying dollars for that English ass hotel and stay alone, so yeah. Take it as a yes, Park Jimin. You'll be mine forever and beyond." He smiles, that ever iconic boxy grin and Jimin swoons over for the umpteenth time.

"Wait... What are you–"

"Shh... The ring was supposed to be for you. And it should be yours!" The ring is taken out of the case into the younger's hand and he, very deftly, slips it onto the ring finger of Jimin's left hand. He then holds his little pinky with his own.

"Promise me, you'll never leave me. I won't as well, promise."

"Promise. I swear by every 4 O' clock chats we had about anything and everything, I'll be your friend and soulmate forever and will never leave your side. And will always love you like Namjoon Hyungie loves his plants."

Yeah it was definitely a remarkable, emotional and memorable event for both of them, but they had had enough tears for a lifetime, between all the ugly life truths they faced together.

So they smile and giggle, a smile that is full of past memories, full of the hope for a beautiful tomorrows and full of love and trust for each other, enough to last an entire lifetime.

Taehyung bends his head slightly, and brings the, now truly engaged, hand of his Chim upon his forehead.

"Devoted to your service, Nae Sarang! In this life, and forever!"

Oh!

For a while, Jimin remains speechless. 'I do' and 'I love you' is fine, but this was new. He felt worshipped, literally.

He felt important. So important, he had goosebumps

Jimin didn't know what to say to prevent, the vulnerability of a sincere commitment done for a lifetime, from breaking. So, he just mumbles one thing that he's by hearted now.

"I love you!"

And gets an immediate response too.

A quick but long enough peck on lips, which holds enough warmth to convey that his TaeTae meant every word.

Fuck those uncles!

With absolutely nil inhibition, Jimin crashes into Taehyung, knocking both of their breaths away with a searing kiss, exploring the taste all the seven sins lingering over their molded lips.

If the crowd cheered, they didn't care. If they vomitted, they couldn't care less. If they left, good for them because it was now a world of Kim and Jim, also fondly known as VMIN!

Chapter Text

"Jim–hmph..." Whatever two brain cells inspired Taehyung to interrupt the kiss were instantly eaten away in a biting assault from the older who just wouldn't let him breath his heartbeat back.

It wasn't even for eternity that they had their tongues into each other but the sheer intensity of the emotion was just too much, leaving him all worked up.

How does kissing you always feels like it's the first time, Jiminah?

Taehyung gives in quick enough, not minding if they were to be in the breaking news of tomorrow's headline. He already had one experience, and he handled it awfully. He might as well keep this one as an apology to his fluffball for the massive butthole he had been to him in the past.

Clink!

There's this one sound of glasses colliding, followed by an immediate shatter.

What in hell!

It somehow breaks the trance of the couple as Jimin reluctantly distances himself from the older's lips on his own accord. His gaze move towards the huge and tall wine glass arrangement put on display behind them and almost comically, he widens his eyes in horror.

"What–"

Shit!

"Taehyungshi, get away..." Jimin scrambles a very disoriented and flushed Taehyung away before the impending disaster before it dooms their make-out session.

Sure enough, there's a loud continuous crash of hundreds of glasses shattering, for next 10 seconds.

And then, silence.

No one even dares to breath as they stand far away from the sharp mess of shards on the ground, careful not to cause more damage either to themselves or their surroundings, this was enough of a party pooper.

Whereas Jimin pales.

"I won't be causing any trouble. Thanks for letting me in."

Oh, he's so royally screwed!

It takes Taehyung a while to digest the consecutive events that blew up his adrenaline rush off the roof.

"Mr. Park, care to explain?"

The same clipped, serious and now furiously annoyed voice makes everyone's head turn in her direction.

"I-I-I can explain."

We need to make a run!

"I would like that." She approaches Jimin with calculated steps and gives a one over from the tip of his hair to his shoes, judging so harsh it could almost manifest physically.

Jimin isn't the type to get intimidated or scared of such nuisances, it's just... His head is fucking blank and all he can think of is drag his freshly made fiance away and pin him to the nearest wall and make out some more, forgetting everything in between.

What revolutionary thoughts, Park Jimin!

The older male jibes himself and clears his throat to answer when a body much taller and broader than his shields him from the scary woman.

"Is there a problem, Miss?" Taehyung asks in his ridiculously hot accent and the small guy behind him melts some more.

The fuck! Am I some freaking omega in heat or some shit? Get a grip, Jimin.

"You don't see this as a problem, Mr... I suppose you are Mr Kim, the CEO of K–"

"Yeah and I would like it if you come to point." Taehyung fixes her with a calculative gaze and the staff lady's lips thin in further annoyance.

"Well, to answer your question, the guy behind you, Mr Park was sent inside under my supervision and thus it is now my responsibility, that he's created a mess, to clear it. I would like an apolog–"

"The cheque will be sent to you tomorrow morning for the damage done, both material and brand wise. My fiance doesn't need to apologise to you. Now, if you excuse me, we'll take our leave."

The brunette takes the little, ridiculously cute hands of his Chim in his own and marches out of the auditorium, not giving a single fuck if anyone dared to stop or lecture him.

No one makes my Chim bow for bullshit reasons!

A flashback creeps into Jimin's mind who was continuously staring at the spot where the younger was holding him and walking away in long strides, his shoes clicking on the tiled floor so very sexily.

Once Taehyung had similarly dragged the hospitalised ass of him when he had refused to be taken care of, for the sake of Tzuyu and Jungkook. Taehyung truly forgets all ethics and virtues when it is about Jimin.

Although they are way far off into this romantic relationship, a giddy feeling still envelops the older whole, making him blush like the ripe tomato he is.

Only after the couple settles into a cab does Taehyung speaks again.

"What the fuck!" He grins in mischief and the older swoons. Yet again.

Soon after, Jimin chuckles.

And the chuckle very quickly turns into a full blown laughter, so contagious that even the younger joins in with absolutely no inhibition.

"We are so fucking insane, Taehyungshi."

"Oh, I was a complete asshole to her. Damn! I feel guilty now." Taehyung manages between his giggle, trying to protect Jimin from falling off his seat who resembles a popcorn in making.

"No no... Don't be... It was ver... very badass and sexy of you..."

"Pabo!"

"Your cheque will reach you in the morning... Ahahahah...!" Jimin tries to mimic Taehyung from before and they end up in a laughter riot, with the former falling all over the place.

Popcorn. My popcorn to devour.

"Breathe, Jimin!" The brunette somehow switches his line of thought but it dangerously enters into a zone not good for public decency.

Jimin's eyes were dazed and crystal like, from all the laughing tears. Beautiful purple hair was a mess too from the aftereffects of their shameless PDA. And he was wearing the ring.

And then, it hits him again like a hurricane, as it should.

They are officially together!

The most official it can get.

Fuck!

"Jiminah?"

It takes a mere gaze of those coffee brown eyes, now darker, for Jimin to snap out of himself and stare dumbly.

The brunette wants to do a lot of things with his Nae Sarang, right then and there. But...

"You are sure? Like, it isn't all only about the happenings of the previous night, right?"

"Are you sure? Are you okay with me doing dumb shit again? You'll not run away like this again?" Jimin answers with more questions, scooting closer to the brunette, eyes as dark yet crystal like as it can get.

"For one, I didn't 'run away' okay?" Taehyung looks at him, unimpressed but anyway, wraps his hands around his waist, making Jimin straddle him over the backseat of the cab.

Which very rightfully consists of a third person!!!

"It was important to attend. I had already accepted the invitation weeks ago." The brunette mumbles, right above Jimin's carotid artery, feeling the rapid pumping of blood over his sensitive lips.

Vampire much?

He kisses it languidly, enjoying how the smaller male shivers all the way down to the tip of his toes.

"And didn't tell me." Jimin attempts to pout but a sickly sweet and low moan escapes his lips when Taehyung sucks hard over that spot which was now a little sensitive and wet from all the licking and kissing.

"And didn't tell you. Right, cuz I..." Having almost lost his mind in the citrus taste and scent of his Chim, the brunette trails a series of absolutely messy and loud kisses all over his jaw. While Jimin also wanted him to finish his sentence, he just couldn't help himself from tilting his head offering more skin to be devoured.

He was feeling so heady. Hot. Bothered. And yeah, horny.

".....Fuck! Don't move. Wait!" The younger tightens his grip on Jimin's hips to stop him from grinding onto him or he'll snap. But practically, he was just deliciously squeezing that thick muscle, earning another low moan against his hot and blushing red ears.

"Want you..." Unfinished sentences can go to hell right now, he has more pressing unfinished business going on here.

"I had things planned." He says, voice firm and not frayed, thankfully distracting the purple-haired man from driving him insane with lust.

"What plans?" But Jimin wasn't the one to give up. His kitten licks over that burning earlobe of his 'a little shy' fiance still made the younger loose his restraint and growl in frustration.

May God bless the driver who was busy with whatever was playing in his earbuds while his visual attention was fully on the road.

One glance towards the driving seat and the nastiest thought enters the older's not so holy mind.

Oh, he's missing out on so much live action!

"Who?"

Did I say it out loud?

"What?" Jimin distances himself a little and looks at Taehyung with a dumb and clueless expression.

"Who's missing out on—"

"Shhh... Tell me. What plans you had for me?"

Jimin isn't just going to confess this to his freshly baked and made fiance, it's embarrassing.

And so he distracts.

There was an obvious hunger in Jimin's gaze, mixed with surprise, admiration, giddiness and love. It was amazing and totally mirrored Taehyung's.

But he is the CEO and his brat's best friend for a reason.

"It doesn't work with me. Tell me now, who was missing out on live action?"

And Jimin turns into a tomato the second time this night.

Fucking cute.

"It's nothing. Concentrate on me, why asking stupid explanations." He hmphs and Taehyung chuckles at his pabo.

"If I didn't have it, I would have totally missed your little chat in my daze. So yeah... Tell me? Please?"

"The driver." He spits so quick and low, Taehyung almost misses.

"The what?"

Embarassed as fuck, Jimin doesn't repeat again, only motions his eyes towards the front seat.

Oh!

OH?

"Do you wanna put on a good show? Since there's a lot time before we reach the hotel..."

The way Jimin's eyes grow the size of saucers in seconds, the younger couldn't help but laugh out so loud in his deep voice, even the driver turns around to see whatever the hell was going on, but snaps away just as quick after finding them sitting in a fairly compromised position.

"I hate you, Taehyungshi. So much. Fuck you, he really saw." The small guy hides his burning face into the brunette's fluffy hair by the neck, whereas Taehyung continues to absolutely laugh his ass off, cocooning Jimin in his embrace.

Note taken, I ain't into exhibitionism.

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In one swift tug, Jimin literally drags Taehyung out of the cab and hauls him up the hotel's lift.

Why the fuck are there people EVERYWHERE in this city? It's 11 PM for God's sake, the lift elevator should be empty.

Horny and annoyed, Jimin gets into the lift with Taehyung in tow who, by the way, keeps snickering in every 10 seconds.

And this little piece of pie still has the audacity to laugh!

"Stop laughing, will you?" Jimin hisses with a side-eyed glare, directed to the brunette.

"What? Why can't I laugh, Nae Sarang?" Taehyung pouts innocently.

"Wait, you just wait." The older huffs, turning the wheels of his mind for ways to get revenge.

Exactly 4 minutes and 16 seconds later, Taehyung was pinned to the couch with Jimin over him, who is intent on giving the nastiest hickeys at the worst places.

"Fuck, Chim that one hurts... Stop... Ah, you feral animal." Of course his words didn't hold any sincerity, because soon enough he tenses and growls deeply when Jimin moves down and takes a delicious bite of his blessed collarbone.

If he could describe the feeling of Jimin taking lead, in words, it would be the length of a Chinese webnovel. And with those smooth expanse of abs displayed in his line of sight, he couldn't help but whimper.

Dear God, how much he wants to...

"Ji...Jiminah..." The sensual trill of his voice was enough for Jimin to know someone was enjoying it down there way too much and he rolls his plump hips with even more vigour, right above Taehyung's crotch.

"Yes, baby. My TaeTae, looking so pretty blushing like that." Jimin coos, now grinding his painfully hard erection still trapped in his trousers over Taehyung's firm thighs. He throws his head back, wrecked by pleasure with a particularly rough drag, moaning and blurting out curses. Taehyung couldn't concentrate clearly between his needs and wants, looking dazed and so very out of it.

"Tae... Baby... Fuck this feels so good."

"Fuck me, Jiminah!"

What?

"What?" Jimin stops.

It takes a few seconds to orient himself when Taehyung realises what he just blurted out in the heat of the moment.

Will he be disgusted?

"I... I-is it okay? I mean, I don't know how this works. B-but I.. I want to... You know..." Oh, Taehyung looks like a huge baby asking for something with the fear of getting scolded or rejected harshly and Jimin plants a sweet kiss on his forehead.

Don't ask how or why. Taehyung is still new to all the gayness in the world but he really wants to be as much wrecked by his Chim as he wrecks him. It is just a feeling he too wants to explore and experience with Jimin, his everything. He wants to feel it, wants Jimin to have control, over him, inside him, on him. Just wants him to own Taehyung and never give up.

"Of course baby, it's perfectly okay." Jimin hugs the younger in assurance that it is okay to voice your desires. No questions asked, no judgement passed.

"But are you–" The buts and ifs of Taehyung are all called off mid sentence because Jimin knows what he was thinking.

They are soulmates afterall.

"For your own good, I've been a top in a few of my past relationships with men." Jimin smirks, and Taehyung rolls his eyes dramatically as they look at each other with softness, contrary to how their visual condition looks like.

"Don't talk about your hook-ups now."

"Why not? You jealous?"

"Hah, as if."

"Jealous!"

"You wish!"

"So, this one time when I fucked this guy named–"

"Damn you, Jiminah. Get away from me, you horny little pabo. Go away!" Taehyung really attempts to push Jimin but somehow, that small looking man doesn't even budge.

He just laughs out loud, keeping Taehyung from moving and gives a loud and big kiss over his lips.

"Revenge exacted."

"I hate you so much."

"I love you too. Mwah!"

"Pabo! I'm going to bed. You sleep here. Huh!"

"Aaish wait... Ow, TaeTae I'm sorry, wait. You little..." This time, however, the brunette successfully places Jimin aside and walks away to the bedroom, still in his shirt and trouser while Jimin makes a run for him, half naked.

Just when he turns to close the door, Jimin launches himself over Taehyung and they both fall on the thick mattress on bed with a loud thud.

"What the fuck, Jim–"

Kisses are the best. They can vary from mood to mood. They can change moods too. And this one sure is anything but sleep inducing.

The sounds of slurping, licking, sucking and smooching reverberate all around the bedroom. Taehyung immediately gives in, letting the older's soft tongue roll over his own aggressively.

A few minutes goes by when...

"You really want it?"

The half dazed man could hardly understand shit!

"What?" Taehyung looks on, clueless, obviously waiting for more lips.

"Me fucking you?"

"Oh!"

Does he?

"Hell yes. Please!" Those eyes will be the death of Jimin one day. A twinkle of excitement flashes through both of their eyes, which is more of a darker shade in Jimin's.

"Get out of your clothes. Now!"

And Taehyung obeys as asked, getting rid of all the obscene pieces of clothing while Jimin does the same. When the former is done, Jimin instructs him to lay on his back while he climbs over him, two smoldering hot and naked bodies finally touching. It feels like a drop of water on red hot iron, immediately fuzzing out with a loud hiss, similar to the one led out by Jimin and Taehyung.

With their erections now touching intimately, Jimin rolls his hips in slow yet seductive circles. Leaning down, the tip of his nose trace every curve and bend of Taehyung's soft, red ears while all Taehyung does is gasp at the simmering heat down below.

"You always make me feel so good, Taehyungshi..." Jimin whispers, lips touching the younger's right ear and left hand busy squeezing the hell out of Taehyung's left nipple.

"Ah... Don't-don't stop..." The brunette pants, shiny lips slightly parted. Jimin leaves a series of kisses from his jaw till he reaches his lips. He slips his tongue without any inhibitions into Taehyung's mouth, licking the insides through a mess of drool but the sight is so raw and erotic, it makes a shiver run down Jimin's spine all the way to his penis.

"This time, it's my turn." He says, finally letting Taehyung catch his breath.

The younger lays flat on the bed, completely surrendered to whatever the older wants to do to him and Jimin loves it, too damn much. Grabbing the lube from the side drawer, he gazes at Taehyung with a new found lust.

"Spread your pretty legs for me, baby!" He grins, albeit an encouraging one and Taehyung is in no position or wish to disobey.

"So good. You tell me when it gets uncomfortable, okay?" Jimin squirts a good amount of lube on his palm and rubs it to dissipate the sudden chill of it.

"Ohhhh... Oh... Oh..."

Jimin almost laughs at Taehyung's reaction when he touches around his rim to lubricate it.

"What?"

"Feels... Something..." Taehyung is now propped up on his elbow, looking at whatever Jimin is doing, like the curious kid from Kindergarten but in an r-rated setting.

"Relax. Okay?"

"Mhm."

A few seconds pass when Jimin hears a giggle as he presses a little harder around the mass soft pink flesh.

"The fuck? What's so funny?

"Tickles... He he he..."

What the fuck?

Jimin straightens up and gazes at Taehyung with a deadpanned look.

"Give me a pillow."

You little piece of pie, I swear to God I wonder why I love you much, at times.

"Huh? For what?"

"Just give, will you?"

"Yeah, fine. Whatever. Here!" Taehyung throws the pillow right onto Jimin's face with a shit-eating grin still plastered over his lips.

Jimin wastes no time dragging Taehyung's hip down in on swift tug and rests it over the pillow.

"What the f- JIMIN FUCK WHAT DID YOU DO!" All but a scream resonates in the room when Jimin throws the younger's leg over his shoulder and settles himself in front of his clenching and beautiful hole, ready to give the best eaten-out experience. But that scream even startles Jimin because he didn't even put the tip of his tongue out yet?

"Jesus, Tae, now what? I didn't even do shit?"

"You breathed!"

"What do you mean breathed?"

"You blew over it, air felt soooooo cold...!" At this point, Taehyung was anything but a dominating aura that once used to rule as a CEO.

"Taehyungshi shut-up." Jimin is this close to hitting his head to a wall.

"But–"

"Just go back to your pillow, baby."

Baby!

Damn, Taehyung is a simp of that endearment when it comes from Jimin. He hasn't gotten used to it yet but he doubts if he ever will. He complies and lays back, but even those God-like lips of Jimin couldn't overpower his will for more than three seconds.

Jimin raises his head only to find out a heavily breathing Taehyung peeking at him with one eye closed.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Nothing..."

"Just what do you want to see, TaeTae? What has gotten you so curious that you can't just lay back and enjoy!" Jimin is confused, really.

Are my ass-eating skills that bad?

"No no no. I just, you look so good with all your attention on me."

"So selfish!"

"The pleasure is all m—OH... OHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!"

FINALLY!

Jimin smirks at the sudden screech of the younger when his index finger skillfully run across the circumference of the hole and violates it with a smooth entrance, all lined up and good.

Meanwhile, Taehyung has a death grip over the sheets already, at the overwhelming feeling he's experiencing for the first time in his entire life. If he was grinning like a buffoon two seconds ago, he is an asthmatic mess right now.

"You good there?"

"Fuck... Shit shit shit shit this feels FUCKING DIFFERENT JIMINAH!"

Jimin seriously laughs this time.

"Why am I even in love with you, pabo! I meant, shall I move?"

Taehyung responds with a hum after a few seconds. And Jimin's finger drag oh-so-good over Taehyung's soft and untouched inner walls. When he finds the muscles relax, the older starts probing around the other's insides to find that particularly sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Jimin Jimin Jimin... Shit... Fuck... What are you doing?"

Oh this guy can't shut up.

"Magic!" And just then, his fingers brush past Taehyung's prostate slightly and the guy jolts.

"FUCK... DO IT AGAIN!" Taehyung cries in the bliss of this foreign pleasure.

And Jimin obliges, his own erection aching with the lack of any friction. But he wants to make his TaeTae feel good, this once.

"Oh my God, I mis– ah fuck yes... Missed out t-this... For my..." Another finger slips in and Taehyung chokes on his words. His body beautifully arches into a perfect bow, in spite of his claims that he ain't flexible enough. Jimin really wants to take a picture of the spent expression of his beautiful boy moaning Jimin's name over and over again like a chant.

Next time!

With that thought, Jimin bends down and feeds that pretty and leaking penis of his fiance into his mouth.

"Jiminah... Slow down I'll... Yes, just like that... Oh... Hah..." Broken syllables and sensual moans make Jimin go harder, with his fingers pistoning in and out of Taehyung in quick succession. He hums in satisfaction, filled so good with the perfectly sized erection but a little too big for him to accomodate fully down his throat. So, he massages the rest with his free hand, wet lips sliding over the flesh in hot slurps of the leaking cum.

"Jiminah... Fuck I'm gonna cum... Fuck me, just like that... Ah, yes so good!" Taehyung blabbers nonsense as he chases his high within the world dominated and painted by Jimin and only Jimin.

Jimin's eyes are slightly watered from all the satisfactory choking on Taehyung's penis, while the same is with the younger who is seconds away from sobbing due to the earth-shattering sexual stimulation.

A particularly high pitched whimper and the delicious shiver of his body indicates the older that Taehyung was close. He closes his eyes and continues to fuck him with his fingers, while concentrating on the warm and wet liquid that shoots down his throat in quick and numerous spurts.

Taehyung groans, feeling totally spent and exhausted but still turned on when Jimin pulls out his fingers and wipes his messy lips with the back of his hand. The sight itself is too hot for him to not want to pin Jimin down and take him.

"Give me a minute!" He drops his head on the pillow with a thud, trying to regulate his breathing.

"It's okay I'll take care of me. You–"

"Be quiet and let me have a moment. You aren't getting off until I say so." Taehyung glares.

Already over your bottoming streak?

"Says who?" Jimin challenges.

"Me... And if you dare, watch me make you regret it!"

And so, Jimin of course disobeys him!

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"I cannot wait, Kim Taehyung. And you are in no position to order me." An evil, naughty smirk decorate those beautifully plump lips as Jimin shimmies his juiciest ass away from Taehyung.

"Where do you think you are going, Jiminah?" Taehyung groans at the extreme sensitivity he has somehow aquired after being touched so intimately like never before that even moving feels such a task. Oh, but he wants to fuck away that smirk from Jimin so bad.

"You can't even lift a finger." Jimin scoffs. He walks back leisurely, facing the man sprawled on bed like an octopus and sits on the dark leather couch in all his naked glory, those fingers teasing his own hot and hard length.

"Remember when I told y.... Ah!" Jimin hisses so sensually, eyes boring holes into Taehyung's dark ones as he caresses the pink tip now leaking and messing all over his palm. Taehyung all but curses under his breath, watching Jimin play with himself oh so shamelessly.

"I t-told you that my... My fingers can do things beyond your imagination... You... Ah shit... You liked it, didn't you?" He wets his wide open lips with his tongue, breathing hard as he tries to reach the horizon of euphoria all by himself.  The very, very sinful moans and deep breaths go straight to Taehyung's core, turning him on like never before.

Who would have thought watching your best friend of six very innocent years masturbate right in front of your eyes can be this arousing!

"You sure are a pretty little devil of mine." Taehyung takes a deep breath, trying to gather his haphazardly strewn bits of consciousness.

"Tae...Taehyungshi... Fuck, this feels so good!" Spread all over the couch with legs spread apart to put on a show, Jimin pumps hard and fast, eyes half closed and head thrown back over the headrest.

His session comes to a rather frustrating and abrupt stop when the brunette yanks Jimin's hand away.

"Fuck you, Tae! Let m– Don't! Oh for fuck's sake..."

"I said you'll regret it, Park Jimin." The older watches with wide eyes as Taehyung manifests a dark green neck tie from god-knows-where and ties both of his wrist together firmly, pinning it far above his head.

"You can't be ser– umphff" Taehyung makes sure to shut-up his little brat with a dirty and passionate and punishing kiss. His tongue battles with the softness from the older and dives straight down his throat grabbing Jimin by his jaw and tilting it to deepen the kiss.

Even a mere indulgent and demanding kiss makes all the nerves on Jimin's body tingle with a spark so unnerving, it makes him want to be literally be eaten by his Taehyungshi.

And his Taehyungshi understands the assignment just right because he pins Jimin's neck over the headrest whose tied hand's hooked around his neck while Taehyung's bent knee rubs against the free and flailing erection of the older roughly over the couch, eliciting moans so delicious to swallow.

"Hah... Oh God... I almost choked myself on your tongue!" Jimin blabbers, dazed, when Taehyung finally lets go of his lips, all red and slick with saliva strings still connecting them.

"I liked it. True..."

Jimin blinks, still so out of it from the soul breaking kiss.

"But I believe you'll like my fingers more, Nae Sarang!" Taehyung whispers the last two words over Jimin's ears and before the latter can understand, two perfectly lubed fingers enter all the way inside him without a hint of warning.

"OH FUCK!" Jimin grabs the brunette's hair so tightly in reflex, multiple shivers wrecking his whole nervous system to function properly.

"That's right." Taehyung's deep chuckle gets muffled into the wet and hard kisses he plants all over Jimin's neck and shoulder, giving not a single moment to the guy beneath him breath.

"Shit... Fuck, Taehyungshi you are so deep, I'll... I'll..." Jimin gasps as the fingers keep brushing past his most sensitive spot and it edges him closer to his release.

"You'll what, love? Hmm?" Taehyung teases Jimin's dark pink nipples with a slow flick of tongues while his fingers work in and out of Jimin in the perfectly rhythm, curling in when he wishes to hear his little devil scream his name. Jimin tugs at Taehyung's fluffy hair harshly everytime he does that, shoving him closer to his chest to treat his buds properly.

"I'll... Shit I'm so close already... Taehyungshi go harder!" And Taehyung complies.

"YES! RIGHT THERE OH MY GOD... K-keep... Keep going..." Jimin cries in all the edging as Taehyung adds another finger and fucks him wide open with three fingers, the wet squelching of the continuous thrusts echoing throughout the hotel room.

"Oh, you wanna cum? Already? Nuh-uh!"

"WHAT DO MEAN? TAE WHY DID YOU STOP, I'M GONNA FUCKING END YOU!" Jimin yells out loudly in disbelief, eyes wide with tears brimming at its corners from the stimulation.

"Weren't you eager to have your release all by yourself, a few minutes back?" Taehyung cocks up one of his brow and holds still, thumb still rubbing Jimin's rim but not giving what the older demands or needs, as of now.

"TaeTae, baby please. I need you. Now!"

"Need me?"

"Yes, so much. Fuck me, TaeTae. Fuck me so deep that it breaks and ruins me apart. Do anything you wish. Just, just don't fucking stop. Please." Jimin pleads with sparkling eyes and pouty lips, leaving behind all the mischevious games he was onto before.

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Pick a safe word."

What?

"Wh-what?" Jimin literally snaps back to all his sense hearing what Taehyung just said.

Safe words? We never discussed about my kinks? Safe words for WHAT?

"I might have stumbled upon your kink list 3 years ago." Taehyung simply winks.

"How? And you... You remember my kinks? Oh for the love of God, you were never a straight man, TaeTae!" Jimin laughs albeit embarrassed.

Taehyung too smiles sheepishly but soon, comes back to business.

"Words."

"Bora."

(Bora is purple in Korean)

Taehyung's lips rise into a sly smile. He looks at Jimin as if he is the wild and soft rabbit ready to be devoured under his salivating fangs.

"On your knees, now!" Jimin readily does as asked, the dangerously commanding demeanor of his CEO always did things impossible to explain in words. He bends over the headrest, glossy cheeks squished against it while the position gives a clear access of his ass to Taehyung.

"Look at you being so obedient, my beautiful, beautiful love!" Taehyung licks over his lips, admiring that peachy bottom as he stands right behind Jimin. His throbbing flesh brushes past that dripping hole occasionally and he controls his urge to just shove it in and fuck that pink thing to a swollen red.

"Ah... Tae!" Jimin sighs when fingers dig into his flesh, kneading them merciless. Taehyung covers all over Jimin with his broad back, planting open mouthed kisses over his milky white skin along the skin.

"I wish you had moons here." Absentmindedly, he says, bruising every inch of the skin between his teeth.

"One here!" He kisses right over Jimin's nape and the older's breath hitches at every rough murmur of Taehyung against his sensitive and extremely responsive skin.

"One here!" A kiss little below the previous spot.

"The full moon, here!" He says as he goes down further, simultaneously freeing Jimin's wrist from the tie who digs his nails haphazardly over and into the leather, taking short breaths.

"The first retrograde moon here!"

"Tae...!"

"The last one should be here." Taehyung ends his tour with another hickey decorating Jimin's flawless back.

"This swan neck needs to be decorated too..." He whispers into Jimin's ears as he yanks his head back by the jaw.

"H-how?" Jimin slightly chokes from the firm grip around his neck, his own brutally neglected erection twitching at that one action.

"With this." A black leather belt enters Jimin's vision and he arches his back to look at Taehyung with wide eyes.

"You really read it?"

"Ain't lying, love!" Taehyung delicately wraps the buckled end around Jimin's neck and once secured, gives it a hard tug.

"Ah... Tae that's tight."

"Say the word and I'll let go."

"..."

"Thought so!"

Leaving the strap hanging, Taehyung aligns himself behind Jimin and with one single thrust, slides fully into him giving no time to adjust to his more than average girth.

"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...!" Jimin curses endlessly, rocking back and forth as Taehyung pistons into him without a stop.

"So tight... And hot! Taking me so good, Jiminah." Taehyung groans and grunts as he grabs tightly onto Jimin's hips to keep him from bucking forward due to his strong pushes.

"Deep... S-so fukin...Ah shit Tae, oh my god, fuck!"

"Scream all you want, love. Let the night in the City know who fucks you so good."

"You... You fuck me best, TaeTae... Hah... Ah yes, harder!" The sound of skin slapping goes around loud and clear even after the guttural noises of pleasure giving them the sensual finishing touches. Taehyung blindly searches for the loose end of the belt around Jimin's neck and with one swift tug, the entire sane world of Jimin comes crashing down on him in full force, choking him to a maniacal bliss.

"Now say, Jiminah. Who can fuck the life out of you?" Taehyung says between his loud gasps and tout brows trying to get a clear view of his Chim through the sweat and wet hair strands dripping right over his eyes.

"Y...you!" Jimin croaks through the cinched throat. His eyes almost roll back from the satanic pace of Taehyung's burning flesh in and out of his soft fleshy core which yearns for it after every pull, anyway. Add to it the fact that he has been edged since forever and now the darkness that swims across his eyes from lack of oxygen is tripling his sexual stimulation and sending all his senses on overdrive.

"You? Say the name, Jimin. Dammit! You suck me in like a hungry black hole." He slides in deep as he wraps one of Jimin's leg around his hips, both their breaths hitching at the new position. Jimin's rhythmic moans and whimpers and Taehyung's heavy and hard breathing align perfectly with each other at every action down below.

"Taehyu... Tae... I wa..nna. I wanna cum, please."

"Yeah?" He snaps the tip of his length right onto Jimin's prostate and simultaneously pulls his neck back by the belt. Jimin's toes curl from the extreme arousal and his back curves into the perfect bow, making the brunette loose his mind.

"FUCK! Tae, right there. I'll... You'll b..re.ak m-me it's s-so... Nghhh shit!"

"Do it. Cum for me, Jiminah." Another tug and the belt almost shuts off Jimin's airways in the most lustful way possible for him to imagine. The ungodly chokehold over his neck and Taehyung's smouldering hot erection sliding and rubbing and hitting his sensitive bundle of nerves make him cum so hard, he almost passes out for a good thirty seconds.

Taehyung too slows down a little and loosens the belt, keeping Jimin from sliding off the backrest while he rides out his overly intense orgasm.

"Don't stop. Go on, Taehyungshi. Wreck me over and over again." Jimin blurts languidly although still gasping for enough oxygen to fill his parched lungs.

The words go straight to Taehyung's hardness down below and his pupils dilate to pitch black orbs overwhelmed with lust for his best friend slash business partner slash fiance.

"At your service, your highness!" Taehyung slips out of Jimin and turns him around, only to fill him up once again. However, watching the ethereal, fucked out expression on Jimin's entire face and the beautiful red flush of his pale skin fucks him up in head instead.

"Will break you for the next few weeks, Park Jimin! You deserve the fucking of your lifetime since you promised yourself to me forever." Taehyung gives a quick kiss on Jimin's forehead before lifting the man up by his ass and fucking into him relentlessly.

"Yes! Oh my God. Fuck me so good. St..omach... Ah! It'll pierce my stomach!" Jimin once again starts whimpering bitterly, his legs and hands wrapped around Taehyung like a koala and bouncing over the man's dick as if he wasn't just washed by the best orgasm of his lifetime.

"Jimin... I-i love you so so much..." Taehyung says, absolutely engulfed by the heat of Jimin's insides squeezing him so tight.

"I love... Love y-you to... Nghhh fuck... Love you too, baby!"

Soon after, Taehyung slides over the bed with Jimin beneath him and pulls him in a messy and clashing kiss. Jimin's nails digs and scratches down his back from the overstimulation of his genitals and tears roll down the corner of his eyes in a continuous stream.

"I can jerk myself to finish, Jiminah!" He kisses away the tears from Jimin's face, cradling his cheeks into his huge palm.

"NO... No, I want you inside me. Want you to fill me up. Don't stop!"

Jimin pulls him in once more for a kiss and Taehyung doesn't stop. Every deep thrust to chase his own orgasm shifts Jimin upwards with the strength he uses. If Jimin could die then, he would gladly ascend to heaven from how high he feels right now.

Taehyung finally lets a out a guttural moan, his sweaty forehead planted into the crook of Jimin's neck as he goes through his climax, the sticky liquid flooding within Jimin in long spurts. Jimin, on the other hand, has his eyes rolled back from the mind-numbing sensation and his second ejaculation of the night subsequently.

No one dares to move an inch for next fifteen, twenty minutes, too tired and busy in catching their lost breaths to even lift their eyelids.

"I should clean you, Jiminah!"

"Shut-up and lay here, Taehyungshi." Jimin shuts him down immediately, not in the mood to even let Taehyung go away even though the huge human is literally crushing his small body beneath his own.

Taehyung chuckles deeply once again, lifting his head a little to look at Jimin resembling a ripe apple, absolutely red and stained with tears and saliva and... God knows what all body fluids.

"Sex in the City is good, isn't it?" He teases, kissing over the closed eyelids of Jimin gingerly.

"Sex, anywhere with you is best, dear future husband." Jimin opens his eyes weakly and winks only for Taehyung to blush so hard, this time the older giggles.

"Aww, look at you being all shy from being called husband."

"Such a tease! I'm not shy. Atleast the previous hour should clear your head, isn't it?" Taehyung tries to divert the attention, and Jimin finds it so adorable, the deep shade of his TaeTae's cheeks and the endearing shy but trying to be bold smile.

"You sneaky little piece of pie, where did you find the list?" Jimin asks instead.

"Why did you make it?"

"You really wanna know?"

"I shouldn't?"

"You'll be jealous."

"I totally wanna know, tell me!" Taehyung now huffs, pulling himself out and moving beside Jimin so that he isn't suffocating the smaller man. Jimin winces a little, only for the brunette to cradle him close and murmur a soft sorry, eyes concerned and hovering over his face to look for discomfort.

"It's okay, just a little soar." Jimin assures.

"Now, tell me!"

"To give it to my hook-up." He sure enjoys the nasty grimace that adorns Taehyung's beautiful and flushed face, brows slightly narrowed but hidden under his wavy black locks.

"Whatever!" Taehyung says with lips thinned into a line, totally not impressed and definitely not before murmuring a 'fuck them' under his breath.

"See, you are jealous."

"I didn't even say anything?" Taehyung gasps.

"You cursed them, I totally heard it." Jimin says with wide eyes and innocent expression, riling up the brunette even more.

"I totally didn't, your ears are ringing."

"Yes you d–" The younger just plants a quick but suckling kiss over the pouty lips of Jimin and he stops.

Better!

"I... I made it because I was too shy to discuss it with any of my partners in the past." Jimin finally confesses.

"You were shy?" Taehyung gasps dramatically and earns a rightful smack across his chest.

"That's just one thing, okay?" Jimin whines.

"Okay, okay. Agreed, now let's get you cleaned up and–"

"Noooooo. I don't wanna get up TaeTae, please."

"But Jimin, how will you sleep like that. You'll be uncomfortable." Taehyung tries to reason for the sake of Jimin himself but the latter is just stubborn.

"Fine. If we get cleaned up, I won't let you fuck me in the middle of the night again today." Taehyung laughs heartily.

"It's literally past 1 AM already!"

"So, I won't let you fuck me at the break of dawn."

"You'll be asleep back then, there's not point to–"

"I'll ride you!" And Taehyung's jaw drops!

"Seriously?"

"No, let's get cleaned up Taehyungshi, baby!" Jimin smiles oh so sweetly, Taehyung wants to hit himself.

"No, no. It's okay. No need, let's just cuddle and sleep. We can totally do that."

"I changed my mind. I should hit the washroom right away, TaeTae."

"You are so bad!"

"Always learning from the best!" Jimin winks before struggling to get up from the bed due to his body still feeling so lithe and jelly like.

"Fine! You win. Now stop being a brat, let me take care of you. Stay still." Taehyung quickly gets up and cradles Jimin bridal style in his arms who simply giggles before snuggling cozily into the taut yet soft chest.

As the night melts into the pretty dawn, the two lovers sleep without a single worry, wrapped around each other physically as well as emotionally. Jimin's soft open-mouthed snores muffled into Taehyung's chest and Taehyung's soft breaths mixed into the purple of Jimin's hair.

And as Taehyung predicted, there definitely was no Jimin riding him at the break of dawn because they sleep through the entire morning and afternoon, catching up on both their strengths and mental stability they lost in the past few days.

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The first to crack his eyes open at the pitter-patter of raindrops over the window is Jimin. It was already a little gloomy and dark from rain, although the clock showed only 4 in the evening.

"We slept the entire morning?" Jimin grumbles, wriggling his naked body buried underneath Taehyung's limbs who doesn't even budge, drooling all over Jimin's shoulder.

"Aaish, this dork." Jimin tries to lift himself up to go freshen up and order something to eat. He hasn't eaten a proper meal since forever now and he knows Taehyung didn't as well; just one look at his face in the party last night was enough proof to the older. And if his dear fiance doesn't eat for longer hours, he tends to get nauseous.

Ofcourse Jimin knows. He has practically brought up his younger significant other for 4 years if not 6.

"Mmhhh... Don't move."

"TaeTae, it's evening already. Wake up, my sweetest piece of pie." Jimin smoothes the fluffy dark hair sprawled recklessly over Taehyung's puffy, sleepy face, admiring the view he now has the privilege to watch everyday. He grins with his entire face when Taehyung scrunches his nose and pouts from the strand of hair irritating his nose.

Jimin gives a quick peck on his nose and removes the hair strands away.

"Just one?" Taehyung says, eyes closed and in his husky sleep-laden voice that reverberates through Jimin's heart, a tremble he could never get used to.

And so, Jimin kisses him on both his cheeks.

"Hmm... Not enough."

Jimin kisses over his eyes then.

"More?"

The last peck is planted on Taehyung's broad forehead.

"All done." Jimin says and that's when Taehyung opens his eyes.

"Did you forget a few spots?"

"I believe I didn't?"

"Should I help?"

"Sure, Professor!" Jimin giggles but those are soon drunk by Taehyung's lips over his own. They kiss slowly, leisurely, languidly, taking time exploring each other's flavours like tasting it for the first time.

Remember blueberries?

Taehyung moves away first, and Jimin ofcourse tries to follow the sweet nectar, completely addicted.

"Desparate, aren't we?" The brunette laughs.

"You know, TaeTae..."

"What?"

"You said this exact line after our first kiss." Jimin reminisces the past incidents with a sweet and shy smile adoring him, and Taehyung absolutely wants to eat him, not in a sexual way but in a cotton candy way.

Does that makes sense?

"Ah, yes. I remember." Taehyung pulls Jimin closer, tracing random symbols over his nape which sparks a certain memory in him.

"By the way, TaeTae?"

"Mhm?"

"What was that about the moons?"

Taehyung abruptly halts, a distant darkness crossing through his eyes but it quickly disperses from the cheeky grin he displays.

"I just thought it will suit you, Chim."

Jimin doesn't buy it.

"You remembered a random pattern that will suit on me in the middle of nowhere? In that absolutely vulnerable state of mind?" Jimin says between his hesitant smile, trying to decipher the earlier change of mood in Taehyung.

"I... I don't–"

"TaeTae!" He warns, firm and serious.

Taehyung's lips shut just as quickly and he runs his free hand to push back his hair.

What is it that has you stressed from a simple question, Taehyungshi?

"It's really nothing, Jiminah. I just..." He pauses once again, tasting words in his mouth before saying them.

"Just what? What is it that you can't even share from me?" His tone borders accusation and Taehyung dislikes how it sounds, triggering a reply he will most likely regret.

"It's not like you tell me everything too!"

Oh?

"Right, ofcourse." Jimin blankly looks at Taehyung for a good minute before pushing him away and goes straight towards the washroom, shutting the door with a loud thud.

Shit!

"What the fuck, Kim Taehyung! Are you fucking out of your goddam mind?" Taehyung pulls at his hair in frustration from clearly speaking shit and hurting his Chim once again.

You never learn, do you?

"Jiminah?" He quickly pulls on a random shirt and goes knocking on the washroom door urgently.

No one replies. There isn't even the sound of a running tap.

"I'm sorry, Nae Sarang. I was being an absolute idiot. Please let me in or come out. I'm really, really sorry."

"Get lost, Taehyung. It hasn't even been 24 hours since we promised to be together and you are already spouting nonsense and hiding things from me."

"I'm sorry, Chim. I really didn't mean it. You can fight me, beat me, just please come out."

"And what purpose does it serve? You will still never consider me a safe place for you to share all that troubles you. And you know what? That's fine too. But you have no right to question my trust in you."

"I TRUST YOU, Jiminah." Taehyung utters desparately, clinging to the door.

"I trust you, the most, more than my life. I just don't trust my life, my luck, my fortune, my chances of keeping you with me forever, close to me. I'm scared! I've always been so scared."

"Just what are you so scared of? You've always been like this when it comes to me. Even after so much assurance, you are so insecure of me that it is starting to look like a problem, Taehyung!" The aforementioned man crumbles into pieces hearing what the older concludes.

But it is impossible for me to not be scared of losing you when all I've ever had was you!

"I'm sorry... Nae Sarang! I can lose my entire universe but not you." He says truthfully, voice so vulnerable and cracking, it breaks something in Jimin's chest.

There is a prolonged silence between them, just the sounds of raindrops thumping resonating with their troubled heartbeats. Finally, Taehyung sighs and breaks the silence.

It's high time. You should know, Jiminah!

"You are the moon, Jiminah. My moon. The only thing worthwhile in my entire "

Jimin is confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you."

"Huh?"

"I'll tell you everything, everything from the start." Taehyung slides down the door and sits there with his back resting on it. Jimin too sits there, right on the other side, twisting his bathrobe with unease.

"You remember how we met?" Taehyung whispers but Jimin still hears.

"I literally found you passed out right in front of my apartment door." Jimin wants to scoff at the memory but he doesn't. Something tells him he shouldn't.

"And do you remember why I was passed out?"

"Because of some drug allergy?"

"That's what I told you at the moment but it's not that."

Jimin's heart gives a loud thud hearing that.

"W-what do you mean?" He sounds really scared and Taehyung senses it too, knowing very well just what theory his Chim conjured up right now.

"No no no, I'm not dying or anything, Chim. It's just, I was too exhausted. Not only from shifting next door to you, but also from my entire life before that beautiful, oh so beautiful change in it." Taehyung smiles, remembering the worried black orbs he met with after coming back to senses, that day.

Jimin doesn't say anything. He listens quietly.

"To begin with, I'm not an orphan as I've told you."

Jimin sucks in a deep breath.

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"I... I'm... Jiminah I wanted to say that...."

Jimin waits patiently.

He doesn't know what to expect from the younger. It's not like they are in a cliche novel with Taehyung as the protagonist with a troubled past, are they?

"I am an abandoned child. I was thrown out of my home when I was six."

Guess we are!

"WHAT?" Jimin couldn't help but yank the door open swiftly after hearing this, totally making Taehyung stumble back on the ground with a thud.

"Shit, sorry TaeTae." Forgetting the argument he was having literally a minute ago or the fact that his best friend had just dumped a secret so astonishing, Jimin fumbles down and cradles Taehyung's head on his lap, incessantly rubbing the spot that hit the floor, murmuring numerous apologies.

"It's okay love, I'm fine." Taehyung smiles fondly but does no attempt to get up or move away, preferably comfortable in his Chim's embrace.

"So yeah, your precious Kookie not only reminded me of my childhood, but it also infuriated me when you took his side just because he had a hard life." Taehyung truly bares his heart and its ugliest truths and still tender wounds for Jimin to do anything with it, crush it, heal it or kill it.

"You heard us that day!" Jimin doesn't know what to make of this information. He clearly remembers to have asked Taehyung not to eavesdrop during his and Jungkook's conversation.

But does it even matter anymore?

"Sorry! I couldn't help. I hated him before because he was taking you away from me, my only sanity away from me. But from that day onwards, he became an ugly reminder of the part of my life which I've never shared to anyone. Not even my shadow. Never once have I recalled that life consciously." And Jimin knows Taehyung isn't lying from the way the brunette clings to his arms draped around the younger and looks at him with vulnerable eyes.

"But still, they haunt you subconsciously." Jimin finishes, a frown marring his pretty face.

The nightmares. You were always haunted by your nightmares though.

"Mhm." The brunette quietly admits and remains quiet for a while, numerous mixed emotions flailing through him like a broken kite caught in sandstorm. Those were the times when he actually was that kite... With no aim, no control and no thread to keep him grounded.

Until Jimin happened!

"I was six..." He slowly starts again.

"I didn't know back then that I could have taken help from some orphanage. I was six, Jiminah. I knew nothing of how the world works and I was fairly dumb. Those who should care, never cared. All that I had was the two pieces of clothing on me and a dried up strawberry. It was the last thing my grandmother gave me before she died and I was left with no one to care for me ever again. Sadly, I don't even remember how she looked." Jimin's heart breaks at how delicate and fragile Taehyung look right now.

"But you know what. It's in a way, good." The brunette then clenches his jaw in utter annoyance.

"Thank God I don't remember OTHER'S faces. Or else I would have been a murderer and not a CEO. I would have found that man and woman for whom I was a useless trash, who didn't even let me attend my grandmother's funeral. They took away from me the only person I loved so dearly back then, Jiminah. They broke me into pieces and then discarded me." The younger says, lips working too fast that he has to lick them several times and eyes as red as a volcano on the verge of eruption, but not an ounce of water present around to soothe the fire.

Because Taehyung doesn't cry, not even a hint of letting go of that fire that burns under his skin subtly everyday.

For Jimin, it wasn't the first time that Taehyung resembled a broken dam of stuck up emotions. But it was the first time he looked so anxious, so scared and yet so scary. The mix of all these emotions gave him a sort of unhinged look, and Jimin feels...

He doesn't know. It's not that he pities Taehyung. He isn't scared too. He is shocked, yes. But that's it!

He feels...

Special!

Special enough for this amazing human being to open up to him. He feels trusted. And Jimin relishes in the feeling.

He wonders if it's okay to not have a drastic reaction or if he's just as unhinged.

Or just too destructively in love!

"I could have easily been what your Kookie is or was." Taehyung scoffs and Jimin feels sick for unknowingly pushing Taehyung so far that he compared himself to Jungkook.

"But I didn't. You know why?"

Jimin's eyes are enough for Taehyung to know he is listening, asking and comforting him.

"Because someone told me- planets are many, but there's only one Earth, stable and loving. I asked him why was he telling me this when I was brooming the roadside, when I was a nobody. And I wasn't looking like I gave two shits for his philosophies. I..." The brunette suddenly feels self-conscious and stops, looking at Jimin with timid eyes.

"I'll never judge you, TaeTae. I need you to believe me, even if it's the hardest thing you'll ever do. Believe me when I that you're irreplaceable. No one can take the spot you have in my life, my heart and no one can come close to it."

Taehyung then closes his eyes, taking a deep breath when Jimin's soft, full lips caress his own dry ones affectionately.

Thankyou, Jiminah!

"I used to do all that meager jobs for a living until I was ten or eleven." He was ashamed to tell this side of him when all Jimin saw was a prim and proper Taehyung from the start, who atleast had a certain quality of life.

"I used to wonder back then about why no one ever helped me, or even asked me if I needed help."

"Do you still...?"

"No, I let it go a long time ago. I'm fine now, and that's enough! I have you. I always had you."

"Why me? Why am I so important to you? You weren't in love with me forever. So, why?"

"I'm sorry that I'm dumb, Nae Sarang. Anyway, hear me out. You'll know why I crave you and need you like a drug."

Seriously Jimin? You'll blush from this? At such a moment? Such a fucking lost case!

Jimin reprimands himself for getting carried away at the most inappropriate moments.

"The man, he dared to follow that 11 year old me and continued- because Earth had his moon to balance him at his worst. You need it too. And once you find your moon, no can stop your supremacy from conquering the universe."

Jimin's breath hitches at the analogy as well as Taehyung's sudden stare boring into his eyes.