Taehkook

Years had passed.

So many years that Taehyung had almost passed, he had to bury them in a corner of his mind.

The old mansion, the cold rooms, the sound of guards' footsteps, the heavy doors, and those names that everyone would hear...

Jungkook.

The head of one of the most dangerous criminal networks in the city.

A man who almost everyone knew, but few dared to stand up to him directly.

Taehyung had lived in that mansion for years, and from the very first days, he hated Jungkook. The relationship that had formed between them had never meant freedom to Taehyung. The shadow of power, coercion, and his bitter past had always hung over him.

Until that night.

A rainy night.

The mansion was distinctly silent.

Taehyung picked up the gun and for the first time decided to run away from something he had been afraid of for years.

The fight was short.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the mansion.

Jungkook fell to the ground.

Taehyung stood there for a few hours, shocked, motionless, and terrified by what he had done.

Then he ran.

He ran out the main door of the mansion and disappeared into the darkness without even looking back.

That night, Taehyung believed Jungkook was dead.

And for the first time, he felt truly free.

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Years later.

Taehyung’s life had become almost perfect.

A quiet home.

A normal job.

Days without bodyguards, without orders, without people moving behind him.

He had even slowly learned not to turn around or look when someone walked behind him.

That past was over.

Or so he thought.

One evening, Taehyung was walking through a large shopping mall.

The lights from the shop windows were shining on the shiny floor and people were talking around him.

He looked at the front of a local store and the clothes in the shop window.

He raised his hand to get a better look at one of the clothes through the back glass.

And he succeeded...

Someone gently grabbed Taehyung's waist and pulled him closer....A familiar voice was heard right behind his head.

Calm.

Cool.

Too familiar.

"Baby boy..."

Taehyung froze.

All the sounds around him seemed to fade away for a moment.

The same man's voice came again:

"Do you need something?"

Taehyung didn't dare turn around.

He could hear his own heart.

And after the last sentence, calmer than before:

"I can buy it for you... right?"

Taehyung slowly turned around.

His eyes saw only one man at first.

Dark coat.

Black gloves.

A face that was years old, but unmistakable.

The same look.

The same heavy silence.

The same terrifying presence that Taehyung thought was buried forever in the past.

Jungkook was alive.

Taehyung took a step back.

Jungkook didn’t react to the rush.

He just stood there, looking at him.

There was a silence between them for a few seconds.

Then Jungkook said very quietly:

“Did you think I was dead?”

Taehyung didn’t answer.

Jungkook glanced around briefly. Then he fixed his gaze on Taehyung again.

“You were wrong.”

And in that moment, Taehyung realized something he had been running away from for years, it wasn’t just a person.

His past had returned.

And this time, Jungkook had come to find out why he had actually been shot that night.

(Jungkook always wants to: fuck Taehyung all the time, loves that Taehyung is fragile, afraid of Jungkook himself, cries for Jungkook) (Jungkook loves that Taehyung cries for him, makes Taehyung obey only Jungkook, loves to see Taehyung pampering Jungkook, or even taking a shower in front of Jungkook, Jungkook always wanted Taehyung to change clothes in front of him..)

(Jungkook always calls Taehyung like this: little boy, my boy, my vanilla, my little, my sweet, baby boy)

(Jungkook is a mafia... A very powerful mafia, has many enemies but doesn't care about them, only his son... Taehyung...)