#taekook #taekookau ⎾LOST⏌ Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung — two idols immensely in love with each other. That is, until, the former’s label confirms a dating rumour with someone else. You can’t keep a secret safe forever, can you?

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Kim Taehyung — Solo Vocalist in MYG Ent. — would d¡e and k¡ll for the ones he love — out and proud Jeon Jungkook — Solo and Lead Vocalist in BH Ent. — head over heels over his love — supposedly straight taekook — are in a secret relationship

The Entertainment Labels

BigHit Ent. Members — Along with Jungkook; •• Namjoon — Producer, Song-writer •• Seokjin — Soloist, Vocalist •• Hoseok — Producer, Singer

MYG Ent. Members — Along with Taehyung; •• Yoongi — Producer and Owner of the label •• Jimin — Soloist, Vocalist •• Hwa Sa — Soloist, Rapper

Also!!! This is a repost of my old prompt so if you think you’ve read the conversation before, it’s because you have!! Here’s the og prompt of mine twitter.com/jkthverse/stat…

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— 7 — Taehyung giggles, feeling a pair of tattooed arms snaking around his waist, pulling him closer, “Fans, huh?” A raspy voice penetrates his ears, sending shivers and tingles in his nerves. He sighs, throwing his head back over Jungkook’s chest, intertwining

their hands together over his torso. “I missed you, bun.” Taehyung professes, his eyelids heavy, words sounding almost like a whisper. “Are you okay, love? Are we—... okay?” He asks with a hesitant, fearful voice. Jungkook sighs over his nape, presses his lips over

the bare skin of his lover, every inch in his body screaming, yelling at him to tell the other everything, but he finds himself at a loss of words. Unable to find the courage to do so, unable to let his grip loosen over the elder, unable to let his love go from his arms.

“Yeah, we are.” He answers — lies, instead. Guilt seeping in his veins with every kiss Taehyung plants over his lips, over his skin, those kisses burn. Burns like a wildfire. That burn courses in every part of his body, and he decides to let himself burn. Just for tonight.

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— 20 — Jungkook falls on his knees the moment his eyes fall upon the couch of their living room. Taehyung’s sleeping there, his cheeks puffed, eyelids slightly swollen, pink lips morphed in a deep pout. The younger’s heart breaks. He feels it shattering inside his chest.

Taehyung probably was waiting for him, for /them/ to have a dinner together. He doesn’t even remember the last time they ate on the same table, at the same time, in the same room even. “I’m sorry, my moon.” His eyes well up with unshed tears, Jungkook sniffles,

carefully slides one of his arm under Taehyung’s thighs and the other on his back, lifting the other bridal style, carrying him to their room. The burn yet again starts lingering, making his skin itch when Taehyung immediately rolls over to the left side of the bed,

his hand wandering over the empty end of the huge bed where Jungkook /usually used to/ sleep, a frown making its way on his pouty lips when he feels the space vacant.

Jungkook quickly gets on the bed, on his side, pulling the elder close to his chest, a silent tear finally rolls his cheeks when he feels Taehyung mumble something over his chest. Something in the lines of “I miss you, bun.” “Why do we need to hide?”

Taehyung doesn’t deserve this. He deserves only the best. And so, he’ll talk to him. Tell him everything. Because Taehyung is the best thing that could ever happen to him.

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— 53 — The drive to Taehyung’s home is silent. Jungkook is looking out of the window, his cheeks soaked with tears which get dried with the crisp air of Seoul but then fresh tears flow which makes his cheeks wet again. Seokjin simply lets him be.

He decides on letting the younger stay in his train of thoughts whilst he drives with a plethora of emotions swarming within himself. When they reach Taehyung’s penthouse, Jungkook simply thanks the elder for his help, they share a hug and the young idol runs inside.

He doesn’t really need to knock, having known the passcode to his (now - almost - ex) boyfriend’s place, but they’re not in terms where he can just enter without notice. So he rings the doorbell, once— then twice. Then he tries calling Taehyung which ultimately goes unanswered.

An ugly feeling settles in the pit of his stomach, worry swims in his mind and fear swarms in him when Taehyung answers neither his calls, text nor the door. ‘3001’ Jungkook presses the code, the lock opens and his heart only sinks at the feeling.

The house is dark, pitch black darkness surrounding every nook and corner. It has Jungkook gnaw his bottom lip and then click the lights on. He carefully makes his way through the living room, checks the kitchen and then finally, with a heavy heart twists the knob of bedroom

The once /their/ shared bedroom before Taehyung moved in with Jungkook to their secret /home/ they have bought together as a haven, their very own oasis. “Tae?” Jungkook’s hoarse voice echoes in the drop dead silent room, he switches the lights of the room on,

only to meet with the sight of an empty room, an unmade bed with tens and hundreds of scattered polaroids and pictures of them. With each step closer to the room, Jungkook feels his heart constricting in his ribcage, his breath turning shaky, eyes burning with fresh tears.

“Moon...” Jungkook finally notices Taehyung’s silhouette over the floor of his bedroom balcony. He wastes no time, quickly pushes the door ajar and his knees only buckle at the state of his one true love, his only source of happiness he successfully managed to lose.

Taehyung’s seated near the railings of the balcony, wearing a plain white t-shirt which belongs to Jungkook and sweatpants, his knees pressed close to his chest, hands wrapped around his legs, he’s looking at the night sky that, surprisingly, was as blank and empty as his life.

Jungkook’s knees hit the cold floor of the balcony with a loud thud, he immediately cups Taehyung’s face, making the elder blink in confusion and bewilderment. “Baby..” Jungkook whispers, his voice shaky. Taehyung looks at him in disbelief, not really able to understand.

“Bun?” Taehyung breathes out, looks at the other with bloodshot red eyes. Jungkook wraps his arms around Taehyung, his body shaking with the sobs he’s trying his best ti keep in, “Moon, it’s me.” “Why are you here?”

Jungkook doesn’t pull apart, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t— didn’t take her there on my own will. I don’t like her, I never will. I begged Manager hyung to not send me there, he—” Jungkook chokes on a sob, “he said he can’t help me. I swear I didn’t want to go.”

Taehyung lets out a deep, heavy sigh, wriggles away from the younger’s arms, “Let’s break-up.” He chuckles humorlessly, “If there was a relationship to begin with.” His voice void of any emotion. “Wh–what?”

“You heard me. We’re breaking this little secret we kept within ourselves for years, bun.” Jungkook knew this would happen. He was the first one to not be able to fight enough for them. He knew they will have to break up and go apart. But it hurts. It hurts so much.

He felt his heart splitting into two, inch by inch his soul being ripped out if his body. He was always told breakups were hard, but he never knew how hard until he had to sit here, watch the one who owns his heart sit there with the one /he/ broke just because he wasn’t strong

enough to fight his own company, his label. “Baby please.. we don’t have to.” Jungkook’s face falls over Taehyung’s shoulder, the dam breaks, his tears start flowing yet again, uncontrollably.

“We can— we can find a way, baby. You know it’s not real. What I have with Myunhee, it’s just until my label withdraws the dating contract with hers, we.. we can do something. I’ll make sure we make it through this.” Jungkook blabbers. He knows he’s being irrational right now.

He knows it won’t work out. He knows it’s pointless to even suggest something like this but his heart is scattering into pieces, and he knows Taehyung’s just the same right now. Knows well that the elder is keeping it to himself but he’s breaking from inside too.

“Yeah?” Taehyung scoffs, “We’ll make it out. Just like the last few months, you ignoring me, doing everything your label asks— orders you to do. How will we make it through, bun?” Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, “I’ll —”

Taehyung places his index finger over the younger’s lips, “Let me tell you.” “Everyday, everytime you’ll be out with her in public, I’ll be here just like I’ve always been. A secret. I didn’t mind being one when it was just the two of us. But it’s different now. And—

everytime you go out with her, you’ll keep thinking if I trust you enough to let you be. You will be with her, you’ll also be packed with your schedule, so will I. But you’ll exhaust yourself to a point where everything in you will give up, bun. You’ll try to convince me —

that we’re okay every moment you spend with her even if it’s just for show. Deep down, we both know it won’t be. It’s only to better to let go then hold on to a burning rope until it starts burning your hand, my love.” Jungkook lets out a defeated sigh.

Everything Taehyung said was right and he had no rebuttal to it. He knows Taehyung loves him just as much as he loves Taehyung. Maybe they /are/ meant to be.. but just not together. Not right now atleast.

“So, this is it? This—” Taehyung nods, his fingers lacing with Jungkook’s when he feels the latter cup his tear-stained cheeks with both his palms, their foreheads resting over each other, “It is.” “I love you, Moon ” “I love you so much more, Bun.”

“Can I— just.. just once?” Jungkook asks with trembling lips, and Taehyung doesn’t need to be told what he’s asking for. He simply jerks his head in desperation, wanting to feel those lips on his own for one last time.

The elder then cups Jungkook’s face with shivering hands, wipes his tears with his thumb, presses his lips on the scar on his cheek, which only made a clear path for even more tears.

The two lean closer and their lips collide together over so gently. Their last kiss, a seal to their relationship, a confirmation of their break up. The kiss hirt more than they thought it would, but the seal was placed and their relationship over.

That night, the two lovers pass out in each other’s arms, not minding the cold air hitting their hunched up bodies, for they’re too basked in each other’s warmth for one last time.

Maybe their relationship would be fixed. Or maybe it wouldn’t. Neither of them knew when they would be back together, if they ever would be back together. But for now, it was done. Gone, withered like the cherry blossom after having bloomed for a while.

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— 75 — ladies and gentlemen, please welcome park seojoon a.k.a the man braver than the marines

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tw// mentions of alcohol, blood, injury

— 110 — Jungkook stumbles across the hallway to grab the photo frame set on the table of his living room. There’s broken trophies, CDs along with bottles of whiskey scattered across the room, remnants of alcohol spilled on the floor from those.

Two dark patches adorn the wall opposite to him, trails of the same whiskey painting the walls. With wobbly feet, he clutches the frame in his hand, his vision blurry, heartbeat fast. “Taetae—..” Jungkook chokes on a sob.

There’s shards of glass in his hands, some even pierced deep in his palms and fingers. His face is flushed telltale of the amount of alcohol he’s consumed, “I lost. I lost, Tae.” He closes his eyes, holding the frame close to his chest.

The picture in the frame is one of their first kiss. Taehyung and Jungkook’s. It’s the time when he finally gathered the courage to press his lips against Taehyung’s, hidden behind the trunk of the cherry blossom tree in the first spring they spent together.

The blossoms that fell upon them that time, the cool breeze that blew across them, and the setting sun being the only witness of their love. The picture was clicked after they shared the kiss. Taehyung has made a goofy face, teasing him for the blush that his cheeks has gained.

The first time Jungkook opens his eyes, he can’t really believe what he’s witnessing. His jaw dropped to the floor, louds sobs filling the room. “Moon, you’re here.”

Jungkook shifts closer to the other’s open arms, there’s streaks of tears flowing down his cheeks, Taehyung’s whole body is shaking, “You silly! What have you done, Koo.” Taehyung hugs him close, Jungkook’s face buried over the elder’s chest.

“I’m sor—sorry, my love. Please don’t hate me.” Jungkook has his injured arm wrapped around Taehyung’s middle, stains of blood spoiling his suit but Taehyung could care less.

“You hurt me, you hurt me so bad, bun.” Taehyung cries, his hand searching for any means to clean the wounds, eyes too blurry too be able to see anything clearly. “I’m the worst, baby I know. Please tell me you don’t hate me. Please.”

Jungkook closes his eyes again, this time wishing to hear that Taehyung still loves him. That he isn’t the worst, that he deserves Taehyung. That he should fight for their love, that he should fight for himself.

The second time he opens his eyes, Jungkook finds himself alone. No sign of Taehyung in the room. The blood still drips down from his hands, there’s a fresh cut from the piece of glass that pierced when he held onto the floor.

His eyes wander across the room, no trace of the one he loves. He’s alone. He’s lost.

The third time he opens his eyes, Jungkook finds himself in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by white walls. The smell of bleach and disinfectant making him frown in displeasure. His hands are connected to an I.V. drip, there’s monitors next to him displaying various charts.

There’s dressings on his hands, the cuts are covered now. Seokjin is sitting on the brown couch opposite to the white bed he’s lying on, Namjoon’s head on his lap. Hoseok is next to him, looking at Jungkook, concerned. Only then he realises, he’s not in his room but a hospital.

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— 117 — The car ride is as silent as it could get. Seojoon’s hand caresses the back of Taehyung’s palm while the younger fidgets in his seat, unable to word out his feelings. There’s soft music playing on the music system which goes to deaf ears.

Taehyung’s looking out of the window, hie eyes glassy, vision blur. Thoughts of Jungkook, Jungkook, and only Jungkook clouding his mind. Jungkook’s never been alone when he wast hurt and Taehyung doesn’t know how to feel about it. They’ve always had each other.

And it feels, although it shouldn’t, but it feels to him like he failed his love. Like he failed himself. Because Jungkook is alone, especially when he needs him the most.

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— 120 — “I–I’m here for—” Taehyung fumbles, looks around the reception so he could find a familiar face. Seojoon taps on his shoulder, reassuringly. As if silently conveying him the message, ‘he’s here. he’s here for him.’

Seokjin’s voice is the first one to penetrate his ears and Taehyung almost stumbles on his place, “Taehyungie?” The elder male rushes and engulfs him in a hug. “Hyung...” Taehyung breathes out, his voice muffled over Seojin’s shirt. “He’s—”

Seokjin passes a look to Seojoon who’s looking at them with confused, but not in any way offended, “I’ll wait here?” He ruffles Taehyung’s hair while Seokjin guides him to the room Jungkook’s admitted in.

“He’s been sleeping after the doctore gave him a shot of painkiller.” Seokjin cards his fingers through the younger’s hair, Taehyung, with wobbly feet, somehow manages to grab a chair and sit beside the bed. His tears threaten to escape his eyes but he’s holding them in.

For Jungkook. He can’t be weak now when he needs to give his lover the strength. “I’ll be outside, yeah?” The elder male mutters and leaves the room after receiving a nod in response.

“You fool!” Taehyung sniffles, his fingers inspecting the bandages wrapped around Jungkook’s arms, there’s stain of antiseptic and blood what he could figure out. “Is this how you were supposed to fight? The fuck is this cowardly act, Jeon Jungkook! This is not the man I loved.”

He knows his words are going to deaf ears, Jungkook’s sleeping soundly from what he could make out from the even rise and fall of his chest, his cheeks puffy, eyes swollen. “Where did my muscle bunny go, huh?” He whispers with quivering lips.

Taehyung rests his lips over the bandages, his hand craddling Jungkook’s face, eyes spilling silent tears. “Baby, how could you hurt yourself when you know it’d hurt me too? Is this how you love me?” He gulps, placing his head over the edge of the bed,

right beside Jungkook’s wounded arm. His eyelids flutter, lips wobble when he remembers how much Jungkook hates to get injections, how sensitive he is to smell, how uncomfortable he feels just at the mention of hospitals and yet— yet he’s here. Wired to those fucking machines.

“Wake up and fight, you idiot!” He cries out, hand wrapped around Jungkook’s torso carefully, one hand laced with the younger’s fingers. “Tae...?” A raspy voice enters his ears and Taehyung almost.. almost sobs out loud. “Bun?”

Jungkook shuffles in his place just so he could face the other, his eyes a bit heavy, mind hazy. He’s sure it’s because of the drug he’s injected. “I’m dreaming of you again.” Jungkook smiles, his hand reaching out to caress the elder’s face.

Taehyung chokes on a sob. “You fool! I’m here with you.” He shifts on the chair, cupping Jungkook’s face hesitantly. “You’re not. Why— why would you be? You should be h–happy, not here. Don’t look at me like that, Moon.” A tears rolls out of his eyes, and settles on the pillow.

“Like what?” “Like you still love me. Because—” Jungkook, with quivering hands, cups Taehyung’s face, “I don’t deserve your love.”

Taehyung scowls hearing those words, “Are you fucking doubting your— our love, just because we’re facing a fucking stupid problem?” Jungkook quickly shakes his head, “I’d never, moon. It’s the truth. I failed you.. I–I failed us.”

“You’re so stupid, so fucking stupid. Fight back, bun!” “Not at the cost of you, my angel. I won’t risk you for anything. Not even our love.” Taehyung passes a confused look, Jungkook feels his eyes getting droppy.

The elder peppers Jungkook’s face with soft kisses, tears streaming down their faces. Jungkook shifts a little on the bed, “C’mere. Don’t ask anything, just.. not right now.” He gestures and Taehyung somehow adjusts half of his weight on the bed, leaning over the pillow.

Taehyung securely places one of his hands over his torso, the one connected to the I.V. cannula. Jungkook cups the other’s face with his other, free but bandaged hand. “I love you.” “I love you so much more.”

They’re so lost in their own little bubble that both men misses the door creaking open, the light entering the room followed by clicking of heels and shoes. “Tae?” “Jungkook”?

Their heads snap towards the door and blood almost drains out of their bodies. Hands however refusing to let go off each other’s hunched up figures. “Seo hyung..” “Myunhee—..”

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— 123 — The four of them are sitting across each other. Jungkook snuggled up in Taehyung’s arms on the bed, Myunhee on one chaur and Seojoon on the other. There’s an unspoken conversation going on, none of them really wanting and figuring to speak a word.

Myunhee is the first one to sigh. “So , you’re gay.” Is the first thing she blurts out and all the three men crack into a laugh. She rolls his eyes, picks her bag and tries to hit the injured man lying on the bed, “You absolute idiot! I asked you if there was something—

I should know and you said it’s nothing. Your sexuality is literally the biggest reason you never once showed interest in me. And I—” She almost hits Jungkook if not for Taehyung to shield his lover and grab her hand. “Hey! Can’t you see he’s hurt already.” Taehyung scowls,

his hand craddling the younger’s face and protecting him from the lady. Seojoon snickers, “Tae, really? I mean.. I knew you were never interested in me but atleast you could've said if there was someone else who already owned your heart, sweets.” Taehyung passes him an

apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, hyung. I am really sorry if I unintentionally led you on, but I was just .. our relationship, as you can see, is not public, it’s not even— I don’t know how to explain it.” Jungkook pulls him close when he watches Seojoon’s hand caressing

Taehyung’s palm, “My label.. they’re not open to our sexuality, is highly homophobic and I am just waiting for my contract to get over. Besides, the chairman of our label, he kinda” Jungkook looks over at Taehyung, tugs him close with his bandaged hand, “Threatened me about Tae.”

Taehyung’s jaw drops, along with Myunhee and Seojoon’s. A “What!?” in unison is heard and Jungkook nibbles his bottom lip. “Yeah I— I would’ve fought to death if it was just about me, but they said they’ll make Tae’s life a hell if I don’t leave him and listen to them.”

“Bun you could’ve—” “No, baby. You didn't deserve it. For years our love was secret, you were my secret, hiding behind those four walls of our home. I couln’t let your light dim just because of us. You matter the most to me. It’s only a few months that I take over the company.”

Seojoon interrupts, “I’m sorry, what do you mean take over?” Jungkook chuckles, “The company belongs to my parents, when I lost them my uncle took over as the position of the Chairman. He never really liked me but I had no idea he'd stoop so low.”

“Wait, but what do we do now?” Myunhee asks, placing her hands on the edge of the bed, her chin on her palm, “Like— this is a whole mess. And if it's your family member, I loathe him just so you know, is the whole evil mind behind this, then you should do something, Jungkookie.”

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow at the nickname, a frown making its way on his lips but Jungkook is quick to kiss his palm, “My baby.” He chuckles and Taehyung rolls his eyes. “About this mess... Firstly, we’ll talk to your modelling agency, Myun. We need to withdraw this contract,

and I’m pretty sure my uncle will go feral and make a mistake amidst this all. I was just waiting for him to give me a loose thread and I still am waiting, I couldn’t have Tae suffering amongst this all,” He looks at Seojoon, passing him a small smile, “Thank you, hyung.

For making him smile when I all did was give him pain and tears.” His voice is laced with genuine sincerity, thankfulness and guilty. Seojoon nods, “I am no saint, Jungkook. I like him, there’s no doubt in that and maybe somewhere deep down I know I couldn’t have him, but—

I didn’t want to let go just yet. So, no, don’t thank me for something I did on my own.” Seojoon ruffles Taehyung’s hair, “Although, if I find out you hurt him again, I will be the first one to sweep him off his feet and make him fall for me.” He winks and Taehyung giggles.

“Thank you, hyung.” Taehyung gives him a side-hug and also to Myunhee. “Myunhee, I’m sorry. But I really love Tae and Thank you for being nothing but kind to me even though I didn’t even treat you well.” Jungkook pats her shoulder.

Myunhee passes him a soft smile, “It’s alright, Jungkook. I’m just glad that we found this out before I fell for you” She giggles, and then gets up from her place, “Now, I’ll take my leave. Take care you both. There’s a battle you need to fight and win.”

Seojoon accompanies her, bidding their farewell to the couple, leaving them alone in the hospital room. “So..” Myunhee chuckles, “I guess they're really meant of each other huh.” Seo smiles, “Some people are meant to be.”

— 124 — “Have I told you you’re an idiot?” Taehyung grits his teeth, his fingers carding through Jungkook’s tousled hair. Jungkook giggles, buries his face over the other's chest, “I’m your idiot though.”

Taehyung flicks his forehead, earning a groan from his lover, “Don’t you fucking dare play whole knight in shining armour shit again, bun.” “Tae, I am not letting you get involved in this shit. Let me fight for us, on my own.”

“No, you’ve caused enough damage. It’s /our/ love, /our/ fight. Not every battle is to be fought on your own, my love.” Jungkook sniffles lightly, snuggling close to his love, “Why don’t you let me fight on my own, why do you still love me, Tae. I’m literally the worst option

for you.” Taehyung kisses his head, nuzzling his nose over those soft locks. “Because— I’m as lost without you, as you are without me, bun.”

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— 146 — Yoongi sits on his swivel, his eyes carrying a disinterested look. Jaehwa seated on the opposite chair, his body slightly curled on it, hesitance clearly visible in his demeanor.

“I don’t have all the time in the world, Choi. Unlike you, I have a company with a lot of work to handle.” Yoongi clicks his tongue, stiffling a yawn that builds up, “Or were you here for my blessings?”

Jaehwa tutts, leaning slightly towards the desk, “Look, Min. I just want Taehyung to stop whatever shit he’s pulling and dragging my nephew in with. Jungkook is straight. He’s confusing him and making him do things he should not.” Yoongi slams his hand on the desk.

“You do fucking realise that a damn lowlife homophone! I’m glad Jungkook finally decided to be who he is, and if anything, I will support them both in every possible manner. They love wach other and you know it very well. It’s 2022 and you’re here with beliefs and

shit older than the Neanderthal. You dare waste my time next time, I’ll fucking sue you, Choi.” Yoongi cracks his knuckles, “Do yourself a favour and educate yourself. Leave the kids alone or it won’t be good for you. Not that it is any way. Your company— which belongs to

Jungkook anyway—” He smirks when Jaehwa’s face paints with surprise, “Is on the verge of bankruptcy. I’m just waiting until Jungkook turns 25 and so he can transfer his company to his name and live the way he wants to.”

Jaehwa straightens up, “I won’t let him. I build that company, and I will do anything to save it. By any means. Even if it means hurting—” Yoongi jerks up from his chair, his hand curling over Jaehwa’s tie, tugging him by the fabric, “You dare come near him or my Taehyungie—

and I will make sure your life will be a living hell, Choi Jaehwa. Nobody comes near my family.” “Family?” Jaehwa gulps.

Yoongi smirks, a feral glint in his eyes, his grip tightening over Jaehwa’s tie choking him through it, “Kim Taehyung is my brother. And co-owner of MYG Entertainment.”

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— 151 — “So, you guys finally did it, huh?” Jungkook pulls Taehyung on his lap, his hand wrapped around his waist, “I remember the way I panicked when you told me you were Min Yoongi’s brother.” Taehyung giggles, presses his lips over Jungkook’s, “And then you dropped

the bomb of being the rightful owner of BH on me.” He looks at Jungkook, his hands cupping the younger’s face, “We’re such a powerful couple.” Taehyung chuckles. Jungkook hums, “We are. And yet I acted like a fucking coward.” His eyes downcast, voice laced with guilt.

Taehyung sighs, caresses the scar on Jungkook’s left cheek, “You were ready to sacrifice us — almost did— just because you were threatened and scared for me, bun. I don’t think you’re a coward. If anything, you’re far, far from that word.” His voice is low, full of admiration,

“You decided to fight on your own. Okay, you kinda messed up there,” Taehyung rolls his eyes playfully, earning a pout from the other which he kisses away quickly, “But we’re okay. We’re in this together.” Jungkook pins him on the mattress, a surprised gasp escaping

Taehyung’s lips, “We are.” He claims his lover’s lips. The night darkens with their breaths mingling together, words full of love, kisses full of passion being exchanged. An unspoken promise of love being sealed the whole night.

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— 157 — The silence in the meeting room is deafening. Jaehwa can practically feel his neck being strangled with the way the brothers are staring at him, his breath clogging up in his throat with every passing second.

Taehyung has his feline eyes set on him, piercing him, boring holes in him, he looks just one second away from snapping Jaehwa’s neck into two.

Yoongi, as though, has his normal, calm composure maintained. Even then Jaehwa knows well that he is being set on fire with the intensity his eyes are burning with.

Taehyung finally slices the silence with his words as sharp as a dagger, he snaps his fingers making Jaehwa look at him, leans forward with one hand on the table, the other grabbing Jaehwa’s collar, “Where the fuck is my lover, you pathetic loser?”

Jaehwa grimaces, “How do I know? He didn’t even show up for today’s meeting. I don’t— ” He wheezes, gasping for air when Taehyung’s grip over his collar tightens. “If there’s anyone who can do this, it’s you, Choi. Speak when I’m still being civil with you.” Taehyung’s voice

pierces through his ears, “Where. Is. My. Jungkook?” He grits, his eyes feral, other hand clasping the edge of the desk tightly. Jaehwa cowers, his breathing turning heavy, “I swear I don’t know!” “Stop lying!”

Voices echo in the room, Yoongi shifts in his place, leaning towards the desk now, his hands clasped together, his posture calm, “Jaehwa. My brother doesn’t really give people chances unless it’s one of those whom he loves. And you,” He grimaces, “are definitely not one of us.”

Yoongi looks at Taehyung, and the younger at his brother, an unspoken exchange of words and Taehyung leans back, throwing Jaehwa back on his chair who clutches his chest, panting and gasping for air, “You have ten minutes.” Taehyung asserts, “Spill everything you did to

him before I press this damn button.” He flashes his phone in front of the old man, his thumb hovering over the call button, the contact name on screen is that of the General Commissioner of Seoul City Police.

“Taehyung—” Taehyung cocks a brow at him, “It’s Mr. Kim to you, loser.” He rolls his eyes. Jaehwa balls his fists, “Mr. Kim,” He grits, “I really don’t know where Jungkook is. Yes, he was supposed to meet me today to talk about whatever is happening right now with the company,

But he never showed up. We’ve been trying to reach him but there’s no response. His phone is off and his location is not yet found.” “What was the meeting about?” “I just said... About all this mess.”

Taehyung rubs his chin, his eyes carrying an indecipherable glint in them, “What mess, Choi?” He asks, feigning innocence. “Oh for fucks’ sake! Don’t act as if —” “Lower that damn tone down, Choi. You’re talking to the co-owner of MYG Entertainment and the lover of the

rightful owner of this label where you are merely an employee. Do not forget your place.” Taehyung smirks. “I’m literally the chairm—” “For two days. It’s Jungkook’s birthday in two days, isn’t it? Then he’ll claim all his ownership over the company,you’ll be left with nothing”

Jaehwa’s face loses its colour, Taehyung’s grin only widens, Yoongi leans back on the swivel, “Let’s see— evaluate, who’ll be the only one who benefits the most if Jungkook suddenly goes missing right before his birthday.” Yoongi cocks a brow at him, “You.”

“Who was the one who forced Jungkook and other idols to keep his sexuality hidden for years just because of their puny mindset?” Taehyung slams his hand on the desk, Jaehwa flinches, “You. You forced him, them to be something they never were. Milked them for money,

threatened Jungkook to hurt me just because you wanted the company all to yourself. Why? What the fuck is your problem! All he ever was, was kind and respectful to you. You were his family, damnit! How can you—” “He’s the reason my son failed his career okay!” Jaehwa pants.

“What?” “My— my son, Choi Jung-hyun, him and Jungkook, they both trained together, grew up together but Jungkook— he got the spotlight while he remained in shadows. He took everything from my son and I will make sure I take everything away from him too.” Jaehwa seethes, his

voice high, echoing in the room, “Even if it means making him work to the point that he’s exhausted, even if it means making him hide his sexuality, his orientation, his identity. Even if it means making him force to date with anyone else, I will go to any lengths

to destroy him. To see him get jeopardize. First his father took away everything that was supposed to be mine, then he took my son’s success. It’s only fair if I take everything away from him as well.”

The door of the meeting room bursts open, two officers clad in uniform entering and clasping handcuffs around Jaehwa’s wrists, “Choi Jaehwa, you’re under arrest.”

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— 159 — [Two nights before Jungkook’s birthday]

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— 168 — They stay hunched up there, making love under the stars and moonlight repeatedly. The night deepens and then falters, until the stars have started to get replaced with violet hues of dawn and then golden rays of the sun.

They end up sending the dark night off and welcoming the light of a new day of their new life with their bodies bare, emotions naked and hearts beating in-sync with each other.

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— 178 — [ JUNGKOOKIE’S BIRTHDAY ]

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— brace yourself (just saying.. unless)

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— 183 — fuck subunit, imma give y’all a whole taekook album

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— 188 — forever iconic live in this whole eternity

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— fin — Thank you @Macky97 once again for trusting me with this one

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