Chapter (27) Love

"Not a man who says 'mine'

against your neck but the man who whisper

'yours' while on his knees"

30/06/21

Rewritten :: 02/07/23

Last chapter of Faith Against Fate, thank you so much for reading and making it till year, don't forget to comment and interact, the more interaction— the earlier update of epilogue. Lots of love!

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Please ignore the mistakes.

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Third person POV

▪︎▪︎▪︎7 months later▪︎▪︎▪︎

It was late noon, when the blonde was humming a tune to himself as he kept the already folded clothes in the cabinet, a soft smile sticking on his lips, skipping on his feet happily. He swirled around, only to giggle at himself.

Past months brought a sense of happiness to his heart, a wave of comfort always surrounding his petite figure and just like an aura, a security curling around him.

His bare feet stepped against the soft carpet as he slid the balcony door open, a soft gush of wind met his cheek, a little warmer and a little cold, the weather looked like he might cry soon.

He stopped by the railing as his blonde locks played with it. Taehyung's eyes rested on the flowers in the garden. His heart beating with peace, when his sight fell on the mafia in his usual white shirt and black fit trousers, the sleeves folded till his elbows, raven messy bun on his head.

And when his memories flashed with the boxy grin of the six year old, now seven, Taehyung laughed softly. Eyes not leaving the sight of Jungkook who now galred at one of his guards, he wondered if it was the same male who had whined and spilled the tears for no reason at all on that night.

Even though the mafia refused to accept but he had cried tears when the kid decided a choose a fucking trip, more like a work trip to expand their business and mafia's to Europe with Yoongi, Jimin and others. As they all ditched both him and Taehyung under the watch of the wall of the mansion.

And the blonde still remembered the way the mafia had gone all whining and pouty, even cursing the hyungs for separating a child with his father. Taehyung agreed that he himself had cried and asked his child to rethink his decision but the child was super excited to visit different places wanting to find more reasons to annoy his yoon yoon.

And when Jimin, Yoongi and others promised him to take care of the child throughout the whole trip, he didn't have to worry anymore as he waved goodbye to them with teary eyes.

But what he hadn't expected was to get home and immediately pulled into Jungkook's room with the elder complaining to him as he held him tighter on his waist, crying softly because he missed the seven year old already.

Taehyung had cuddled the other for the whole night after but in the morning he had laughed so loudly, causing to paint Jungkook's cheeks in embarrassing red.

Taehyung smiled wide, staring at Jungkook's back but he frowned when noticed Jungkook's hands, which were occupied by roses and new leaves a moment ago, now were curled around a pen and some file.

He shook his head. Turning around his heels, the blonde ran down the stairs with bare feet as he approached the mafia from behind in the garden.

Jungkook was busy reading the file, his secretary had just handed him as he went through the words with a pinch in between his brows, he glared down at the pages, the pen in between his digits swirling from left to right.

But the raven startled when two arms were wrapped around his waist, he smiled feeling Taehyung pressed his head on his shoulder. Tilting his head to his side, he looked at the blonde locks from the corner of his orbs. Hands still busy.

"You promised me, you will give me all of your time." The whisper made Jungkook's lips curl more upward, two front bunny teeth poking from behind his lips. He faced the younger, throwing the file and pen toward his secretary carelessly.

The arms now circled back around Taehyung's waist, his heart fluttering behind his limbs, when the raven pressed a soft peck on the crown of his head. Expressions beaming with love.

"I am sorry." He uttered, so soft that people around him blinked, shocked at the couple. The younger shook his head with lips unconsciously pouting.

"No. When Hyunie left and I told you that I was sad, you said, "I will take you to the pretty house I built. It had a garden at front and windows which opened to the view of Han river. I will give you all of my time."

Taehyung quoted the words and Jungkook wanted to beg the other to not be this adorable or he might lose his sanity. But he played along, hugging the younger closer.

"Hmm I did. But you missed something?" Jungkook asked and his heart skipped a thousand beats when the male in front of him blushed red.

"No I didn't." The younger said defensive, struggling to get out of Jungkook's grip which only tightened comfortably over his waist. He giggled.

"Fine. You said— I will give you all of my time, my p-pretty b-boyfriend." Jungkook laughed, as the younger tried hiding in his chest, he held him tighter.

"Oh god petal. My heart will explode."

"S-shut up." The muffled voice of the blonde brought out another laugh from Jungkook as he looked around himself, still hugging Taehyung.

He smiled at his secretary softly, and she sighed, nodding her head in approval.

"If my baby wants something, he gets it." Jungkook whispered, making Taehyung bite on his lips who refused to let go of his hiding spot.

"You all are dismissed for the rest of the mo— till my baby says. Please head to the main mansion." The mafia uttered, his expressions soft and he swore he had gotten so polite just in a few months, thanks to the kid sticking to his side for all the time.

The men around them proceed, following the order. Leaving only a few personal guards of Jungkook who stick to the gates for security or when needed. The mafia glanced at his secretary, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Yoongi sir will kill you." But in the return she only got a bunny smile, shaking her head and she sighed. These two mafia brothers and her weak soul. Pitying herself and her ears for the upcoming rage of Yoongi's she left.

When everybody left, Jungkook half heartedly pulled Taehyung away from his embrace, looking down at the smiling younger with cheeks blushing red, he beamed.

"Happy now?" The syllable were soft but a frown occurred on the mafia's face when Taehyung shook his head,

"No. Am not" He said, the raven in front of him never let his smile fall down from his lips, as he cupped the other's face in between his rough palms.

His doe orbs scanned the blonde's face with love in his eyes, the blonde strands softly flaring down on his forehead, the strawberry lips jutting out adorably and big puppy eyes holding the whole galaxy.

"Then, to make my baby happy, shall I make him his favorite dinner with cupcakes like his cheeks?" Taehyung, unable to meet Jungkook's eyes, looked down, turning into a shade of crimson red.

"M-more?"

"But before that, can I take him to a simple grocery shop because he hates rich, expensive stores. Where he can giggle loudly as his boyfriend picks things up."

"A-a little m-more?"

"Hmm, what about a movie night on the terrace. As his boyfriend ask him for cuddles as he blush red, before his strong man scoop him into his arms and shower his pretty face with many kisses and pecks—"

But before Jungkook could complete his sentence, he was pushed softly by Taehyung who ran away inside the house, leaving laughing Jungkook behind.

"God— I love him!" Jungkook squealed, heart beating at an abnormal speed, he stared at the sky, a content sigh escaping his lips.

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The blonde giggled into his hand as both him and the mafia trailed in the grocery story with the trolley in their hands. The younger man balancing himself at the front of the trolley with his boyfriend pushing it.

He laughed, now knowing the reason why the child loved the trolley rides so much. The mafia stopped when Taehyung's stomach started hurting from laughing. There wasn't anything funny in this but it was funny.

The raven smiled looking at his boyfriend who was panting from giggling so much, he stood by his side.

"Are you okay?" The words weren't concerned but teasing, the younger pushed him back playfully. "My stomach hurts!" The other whined, receiving a soft laugh from the other.

"Am sorry."

"No. You should buy me ice-cream." Taehyung pouted, the mafia in front of him shaking his head. His heart fluttered in his chest. As he nodded his head, letting out a soft "Yes, boss."

The raven turned around on his heel, proceeding for the freezer section of the store as he left behind Taehyung with the trolley, glancing back in between at the blonde before disappearing at the turn.

Taehyung looked at the way Jungkook went, eyes swimming in love and softness, looking at the shelves of the different flavored ramen.

His smile got wider when felt a soft touch on his shoulder.

"Jungkookie, should I get this flav—" But he froze and a gasp left his lips when the hand on his shoulder traveled to his nape, slipping inside the collar as he turned around in panic, pushing the foreign touch away in the process.

The smile that was sticking on his lips stubbornly slipped down, heart that was feeling content a second before now beat in terror, Taehyung turned pale, shifting back, his back met with the shelf.

The man in front of him just grinned wider as he stepped forward, closer the younger one making him shiver with fear, faint flashbacks invading his mind.

"Pl-please let go." The blonde screamed as the foreign man in front of him groped his skin in a bruising grip. His eyes meeting with his husband.

"Yugyeom, pl-please.." He begged but the other didn't make a move to flinch, his eyes boring into his naked shivering form.

"Your husband is so fiesty, Yug. Just look at him, he looks so pretty while crying." The man in front of him passed a wide disgusting grin to Taehyung, who cried harder. Eyes flickering to the six month old, curled on the couch, steps away from where he was touched without his permission.

"Pl-please am sorry. Am s-sorry." The crying male didn't know what he was apologizing for but he did anyway, for the sake of himself and his baby.

"Aww Yug, I'm feeling pity for him. Okay, okay, what do you want, ask anything except for us to let you go." The man asked, his voice sickening sweet, making the bile rise up in Taehyung's throat, many tears leaving his swollen eyes.

He took a long puff of air inside his lungs, stuttering on his breath and flinching away from the touch. He had so many thing to beg them for, the male wanted to scream, please don't hurt me, please don't be rough, please be kind, please not after today but the words that left his mouth were;

"M-my baby, h-hyunie pl-please.. pl-please t-take him out, please.." Taehyung begged, his hands curling on his chest in a pleading. Both of the men in front of him laughed.

Before a guard was entering the room, his eyes away from the scene on the bed, with soft footsteps and hold as he picked the sleeping six month old in his arms. He left, cold heart hurting from the broken cries of Taehyung.

And Taehyung only remembered the loud click of the door before it was shut, the next hours blurred in his memory.

The hours were full of desperate cries of the younger as he was touched and groped without his permission, his body hurting and screaming from pain and when it all ended, when the devil's in front of him stopped, his tears had dried. There were no more water droplets left in his orbs but just a silent pain in his heart.

Taehyung gasped from the horrible memories, feeling such panic and terror crawling into his chest after a whole four years. He refused to look at the disgusting face in front of him.

The man in front of him raised his hand and a terrorized yell escaped from his lips when his fingers curled around his loose strands of hairs on his forehead.

"You are still so soft." The man's voice brought horror to Taehyung's heart, he tried to raise his hand and pushed the man away from him, but the blonde felt tied.

The hand trailed down to Taehyung's shoulder and painful tears slipped down the corner of his eyes, he gripped the skin in between his palm, the man groaned deep in his throat.

"God! I fucking asked Yug to give you to me but bitch disappeared suddenly. But look at you— is your new man taking care of you, huh. Look at your cheeks and ass, so full." The man's eyes stopped at the younger's curves.

"Pl-please leave." Taehyung struggled to breathe, trying to shove away the man in front of him who trailed his hand to his waist, in the way of groping his ass.

When a rough palm pushed the man away, and a sob escaped his lips when Taehyung's shivering body collided into the warm strong embrace of Jungkook, he clutched tighter on his shirt.

The blonde cried, the mafia's palm rubbing against Taehyung's back who snuggled closer to Jungkook, painful hiccups slipping his lips. The mafia's heart hurt and he held tighter on the other till minutes had passed, Taehyung's sobs getting softer, feeling secure in the warm embrace of the other.

The man behind him groaned, "C'mon are you done with consoling your little slut." And the raven saw red, turning around in fury, he pulled the man from his shirt coller, wanting to fucking smash his disgusting face.

But he stopped when Taehyung refused to let go of his bicep, looking down, his breathing still raged and broken. Jungkook pushed the man away as he softly held Taehyung's hand and pulled it away from his biceps, nodding comfortingly at the younger who had his eyes filled with tears.

He freed himself from the hold of his boyfriend, stepping closer to the man who was glaring at him, furious because of the push.

"Do you even know who the fuck you are messing with, I am—" The man started but he was immediately shut when the mafia pressed him against a shelf. Away from the younger's sight, only Jungkook's back, visible to Taehyung.

"Shh—" Jungkook pressed his index over his lips, staring at the man in front of him, with eyes darker than a vampire's, hand fisted around the man's collar.

"If I was you, I would have never told my identity to someone like me. My head is fucking screaming to spray kerosene oil on you and burn you alive now and here. But my baby is more important to me than a fucking pig like you." The mafia growled low in his throat, his voice so deep that the man in front of him gulped.

Jungkook stepped away, the man letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, but the chill giving smile the raven passed him, caused the air to knock out from his lungs.

"Aww Tae, I'm feeling pity for him." Jungkook whispered to Taehyung who looked at him with wide eyes, and in the next moment, the pen that was residing on the shelf was going through the man's left cheek to his right, his tongue in between, he fell down on his knees from pain, silent scream passed his throat.

"Yoongi hyung says, you should never hold your anger, Jungkookie. People around you will just die from fear." The mafia pouted, not sparing a single glance to man as he pulled Taehyung to his embrace and left the store.

People in the store circled around the silently crying man, they clicked their tongues. "He messed up with the wrong man, no baby?" The girl asked the other girl beside him who smirked.

"Not man darling, but men." The girl shook her head as she watched the thrashing man pulled to the basement of the store. Two of the men cleaned the blood off from the floor.

As the girls sitting near the window, turned the sign board around which read;

"Closed (The Han store,

under the ownership of Jeons)"

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The ride to home was silent, the mafia's worried eyes fixed on Taehyung more than the road he was driving on. Pulling the younger inside the house as he shut the door behind.

Jungkook's heart sank deeper into his chest when the younger male refused to look at him, the smile and happiness that was on Taehyung's face before going to the store nowhere in sight.

His own eyes felt watery when Taehyung flinched back from his touch as Jungkook guided him to their room. The words on the edge on his lips, he hesitated.

"Taehyung.." The mafia called, voice soft and concerned but it made Taehyung flinch, the raven took a step back. He stared at the younger male.

"Do you want me to stay, petal, or you want some time alone, you can decide." Even when Jungkook knew that his heart would cry to leave the blonde alone but he respected Taehyung and his space even if that included sitting just outside the door till the blonde called him in.

"S-shower?" Taehyung stuttered on his tongue, making the elder frown in worry, taking in the uncomfortable shift of the blonde, the raven nodded his head very softly.

"Anything you want, darling." Taehyung nodded, even if the words comforted his heart. He still felt the touch of the man on his skin, wanting to rub off the disgusting feeling, he hurriedly went inside the bathroom.

Jungkook stared at the closed door of the bathroom, Taehyung hadn't told him to go away, so the mafia concluded that the younger wanted him there as he sat down at the floor with his legs crossed and back pressed against the bed edge.

He closed his eyes, fist clenching and jaw locking, he puffed in a deep breath— Jeon Jungkook wanted to fucking burn the whole world down.

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When Taehyung came out from the bathroom, he found nobody in the room and his heart sank but shaking his head. The man hurriedly slipped under one of his pajamas and Jungkook's shirt.

The shirts wide end slipping down his shoulder, Taehyung stared at the skin that had turned to an angry red from all the scrubbing he did. And yet again, he felt his eyes burn from the familiar ache.

Even if he tried his best, the tears filled his orbs and a shaking breathe passed his nostrils, the man stumbled back, his foot tripping but when Taehyung expected the hard floor, he fell into a warm embrace.

Looking up with a gasp, Taehyung's blurry sight caught Jungkook's concern orbs and he couldn't understand if he's own tears made Jungkook's eyes to look teary too.

"I got you, darling." Jungkook's whisper filled his ears, as he let himself pull toward the bed absent mindedly. The man made him sit on the bed, pulling his leg up and covering Taehyung with the comforter, his back against the headboard.

Slipping inside the duvets Jungkook hugged the blonde who curled into him deeper, a tear rolling down Taehyung's bread cheek as he took in the cologne of Jungkook.

"You don't have to talk about anything, if you don't want to, petal." Jungkook's voice made its way into Taehyung's ears and he felt the vibration of those syllables reach his heart. Looking up, he blinked the stubborn tears away.

"I-i want to, Jungkook. Pl-please just don't let me go." The vulnerability that filled Taehyung's vocals had the mafia holding on to him tighter, a silent promise of never letting him go.

The blonde shook his head and he let his hands curl on Jungkook's shirt to stop the overbearing emotions, pressing his head in the mafia's chest, the beating of his heart fell in his ears.

A lone slipped down his orbs as Taehyung's lips wavered.

"I-i remember that I didn't do anything wrong on t-that day, I-i woke up early, didn't sneak in for breakfast, cleaned the rooms and tidied the place, e-everything was normal b-but.." Taehyung sucked in a breath, Jungkook pulling the comforter over them. The blonde curled in between his legs, head still pressed against his heart.

"It was late evening, w-when Yugyeom returned. He was a-angry, f-furious. I-i was so scared. H-he didn't say anything, when I-i was done sleeping a six month Hyunie, he barged inside the room, not like he ever knocked." Taehyung tried to laugh through his tears, Jungkook's heart bleeding in the form of tears that formed in his doe orbs, placing frequent pecks on the blonde locks.

"B-but he wasn't alone. The man was with him, he s-said I made him angry. I did something wrong. B-but I swear— I swear Jungkookie I didn't— I didn't do anything wrong." Taehyung desperately pulled over the fabric of Jungkook's shirt, looking up at the raven with eyes full of tears. A water droplet slipping down from his own orb at the absolute terror in the blonde's eyes.

The raven nodded his head, a forced smile on his lips as he caressed Taehyung's face, "You can never do anything wrong, love. I trust you." The statement was simple but the security and comfort it brought to Taehyung's heart couldn't be matched.

He trusts me, Jungkookie trusts me "I begged them but they didn't listen, a guard took Hyunie away from there, b-but they never stopped, b-both of them. Yugyeom kept screaming at me to remember my mistake but I just couldn't. I screamed, cried, pleaded but nothing stopped."

"From then i-it was a never ending cycle. Every week, every Wednesday, Yugyeom would return with some foreign man. Hyunie turned three years old from, six months— I myself stopped counting and crying." Jungkook's cries that were getting stronger with every passing second, suddenly lowered down with a gasp filled with horror and Taehyung gave him a painful smile.

"Till one day Jackson hyung found me, he saw me with him at some party and helped me to escape him. He was a mafia and a businessman so he overpowered Yugyeom. I escaped b-but my heart never did, the nightmares, t-the memories keep haunting me." A heartbreaking sob escaped Taehyung's lips as he met Jungkook's eyes from his chest, and with sobs on his mouth and warm water around his pupil, he begged.

"I-it was hurting, Jungkookie, so so m-much. It was painful, h-hurt. It is hurting, Jungkook." A loud cry finally escaped from Jungkook's mouth, hugging the younger closer to his chest, he cried harder.

"I am sorry. I am sorry. I-i am so fucking sorry." The mafia kept repeating in between his cries feeling a hand curl in his locks, he heard Taehyung spoke,

"Jungkook.." The whisper made Jungkook immediately pull away from Taehyung's embrace, he stared into the blonde's teary eyes. Watching the tears that rolled down his bread cheeks.

"Please don't h-hate me." The mafia's heart broke down into million pieces at the younger's words, he shook his head desperately but Taehyung spoke again.

"Please don't hate me. I-i promise I tried stopping t-them, every night I fought till I couldn't. I-i swear— please.." Taehyung's expressions twitched as he broke down into loud cries in the elder's embrace, who held him tighter.

"Petal—

"J-jungkook I-i promise I tried everything. I-i never enjoyed t-that. I-i tried protecting Hyunie. I-i promise. B-but they were s-strong, t-they would t-tie me.. I—

"Tae, please, pl-please listen to me.." Jungkook begged from the crying male in front of him, who looked lost in a trance, tears slipping one after another and words piercing like a poisoned arrow.

"A-am not a slut, am not a whore.." Taehyung cried loudly, meeting Jungkook's eyes, he saw the reflection of himself in his orbs. The tears intruded on both of their eyes, as he whispered;

"Am not a whore, G-ggukie.." He whispered broken,

before;

The rough flesh of Jungkook's lips were meeting Taehyung's softer one. The tears mixed with their breath and tongue colliding to stop the sob that was on the edge of both of their throats. The hearts want to break free from behind their limbs. Hands shivering but finding solace in the soft silky hair strands.

Jungkook tugged on the blonde lock, pushing the younger back on the mattress, the tug on his hairs was strong. It wasn't there to be painful or lusty, but it meant to remind Taehyung that he was with Jungkook, but not with some other man who was a devil.

The burn it left on Taehyung's scalp brought him to reality, tears slipping more furiously than before. Jungkook was a devil himself but chained to Taehyung's heart and the blonde trusted him. More than anything— anyone. More than himself.

When the lost breath forced them to pull away, Jungkook gazed into Taehyung's chocolate orbs with unwavering sight. The tears that had slipped down mixed with Taehyung's on his cheek.

The blonde wiped the tear away with his thumb, Jungkook's face in between his palm.

"I could never hate you, petal. Never ever. Y-you aren't a slut or whore. You are a warrior. You aren't weak but strong. You aren't bad but the best father to Hyunie." Jungkook whispered, eyes lacking any hesitation or doubt which caused Taehyung's lower lips to wobble.

"I could never hate you. Never. Those people— those disgusting shit who did you wrong deserve to die in the most painful way. And I promise you Taehyung, I will find them all, and will kill them all. If need be, I will pull them out of their graves to kill them again." Jungkook's voice was thick, a hidden growl in his throat, and his eyes spit fire when they were darker than hell.

Taehyung nodded his head, with a soft smile lingering on his face. The mafia pushed his head in his nape as he struggled to take calm breath, his arm curling around Taehyung's waist, so his weight rested on his knees by the younger's side and the elbow of his other arm.

The blonde closed his eyes, feeling the tickling breath of Jungkook on his skin, his heart calming down at the sense of security that surrounded his surroundings.

"You aren't ugly but beautiful, petal. And it's not about your charming smile or silky locks, it's not about your bread cheeks or your petite figure. It's all about your heart, Taehyung—"

"—It's about the way you stay strong even in the harshest situation. It's about the way you always smile. It's about the way you un-occasionally giggle. It's about the way you dance to soft music. The way you care for the animals." Taehyung listens to Jungkook speak from his nape with closed eyes, warm water droplets finding their way down from the corner.

A soft pretty smile formed on his lips and cheeks that were wet from crying now also red from the butterflies in his stomach. But his eyes fluttered open in worry when he heard a sob, wanting to see Jungkook who refused to face him.

"It's about the way you love, Taehyung. It's about the way you forgive people who hurt you. People like m-me." The emotions that were of concern and confusion now turned into one of pity and sadness, Taehyung knew that even after almost a year Jungkook felt guilt crawling up to his chest.

"I-i am sorry. I-i am sorry. I hurted you. I-i did you wrong. I-i didn't deserve you. B-but please, Tae.." Taehyung's heartbreak at Jungkook's every other word but he made no voice to stop the other.

"Please, please don't let me go. I-i beg. Y-you don't have to live with me, p-promise. You can choose a-anybody you want, j-just don't cut me off. I-i can do anything." Jungkook stuttered and Taehyung's hand found its way on his back, rubbing soothingly, he listened to him silently.

"I-i will leave my mafia position. W-will clean your house and wash your dishes. W-will do your laundry, even Hyunie's." A stiff chuckle passed Taehyung's lips, a tear leaving his eye.

"I-i— I can do anything. Anything, promise. J-just let me meet you and Hyunie. J-just one time a day. O-okay once a week. I-if you don't want to then once a m-month." Jungkook whispered but when he received no response from Taehyung, no rub at his back he looked horrified at the other with wide eyes.

"Please I can't go any farther than this." And in the urgency in which these words left Jungkook's lips, Taehyung laughed. Finding his doe orbs filled with fear adorable. A sound of relief passed from Jungkook's throat, he buried his face in between his nape again.

"Never forgive me for what I did to you, Taehyung. I will beg you everyday but do not forgive me. Make me do everything. Get me exhausted till I cry tears." Taehyung tilted his head to the side, only to see Jungkook's raven locks. No more tears in his own orbs but the emotions Taehyung had found a name for, long ago.

"I will not ask you to be mine, Taehyung—" The raven pulled his head away as he looked straight into the younger's eyes, not knowing the reason for the small smile on his lips and softness pooling around his pupil. "— But please, please make me yours."

New tears started forming in Jungkook's orbs but before any of them could escape, Taehyung pushed the raven away, turning on his side, he hugged the other.

Burying his face against Jungkook's chest, near his heart, he heard the loud rhythms, he closed his eyes. Taehyung pulled the duvets till his shoulder as he let his arm curled around Jungkook, and their feets to puzzle with each other.

"Tae.." Jungkook said, confused, the younger's hair tickling near his chin. He also wrapped his arms around Taehyung's waist.

"Shh, sleep." Only two words escaped Taehyung's lips as Jungkook bobbed his head confusingly, he closed his eyes, soon after his tense shoulder relaxing into Taehyung's warmth. Soft puff of air sneaked out of his nostrils.

Taehyung smiled, leaning a little away, he stole a glance at Jungkook, the button nose looking a lot round from the angle. He again hugged him, snuggling closer till it was impossible anymore. He let his eyes closed and heart pounded faster, till he was deep into the slumber.

Jungkook wanted to be Taehyung's, so he asked him to make him his and the blonde being the kind man he was had accepted the proposal. The proposal of making Jungkook his. Now, nothing of Jungkook was under the ownership of Jeons but;

Everything was under Taehyung;

Jungkook's heart and soul;

Under the ownership of Love.

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