┌PROLOGUE┐

...MONSTER | VKOOK...

...After managing to protect himself from kidnappers with the help of his childhood best friend, Kim Taehyung; Jeon Jeongguk ends up in an everlasting dangerous spiral of obsession from which he may not get the possibility to get out alive....

...AKEMI © 2021...

...Reviewer © clicheismybae...

...Editor © Zarathustra Debussy...

...All right reserved....

...[MAFIA FANFICTION]...

...this book contains...

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...TOXIC RELATIONSHIP...

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...FORCED MARRIAGE...

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...CONSENSUAL EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES...

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...HOMICIDES...

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...all the characters death in this book is oddly vicious and explicit. those deaths are mostly inspired by the urban legends that i've heard and some that i came up with....

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...BLOOD&VIOLENCE...

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...(SEXUAL) HUMAN TRAFFICKING...

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...PORNOGRAPHY...

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...(FORCED) PROSTITUTION...

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...EXTORTION...

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...RAPE...

...even if the main characters are not going through this or participate in any form, the side and minor characters that i invented will be the victims....

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...SUBSTANCE USE...

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...GAMBLING...

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...SELF-HARM...

...there are graphic descriptions of self-harm throughout the whole plotline and characters with depression and trust issues. hinted at mental disorders such as bipolar. also includes suicidal thoughts and attempts of suicide....

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...MANIPULATION&ABUSE...

...i'll try my best to explain how manipulation doesn't happen only in one single form and there are form ways to do it; not all victims of abuse are being beaten or threatened either. it's more me trying to limelight the ones that are being overshadowed by the others....

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...ALARMING ACTIVITIES...

...such as stalking, obsessive behavior, blood and violence appreciation, probable-sadism/masochism, and psychopathic characters....

...anyway. i know this book contains disturbing themes, so i beg you to click off if you feel uncomfortable without reporting my work. like, leave. no one is forcing you to read or anything. you are free....

...most importantly, i'm not glorifying or romanticizing any of the subjects, these are things that people go through. it's more of spreading awareness and that's all....

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"He's dead as well." She alleged almost in a fragile whisper. Kneeling, She checked the halted breaths of Her companion, who had been fleeing with them with a deep injury in his stomach.

"Quite expected." The little one let out, managing his arms around Her neck, darting his eyes in awe at the crimson blood that oozed out.

She protectively secured Her bloody hands around Her son. "Only a fool would pretend to be alright with such a deep wound." The soft-toned mumble altered into a factual affidavit and She stood up, lifting him in Her arms.

"Are you scared, young man?" She crooned in a motherly rhythm, tugging back the hoodie of the cloak and covered his face. She jogged past the dark alleyway, Her feet stepping over the puddle of rain and he covered his face against Her neck, curling his tiny hands against the fabric of his Mother's ebony cloak, which allowed Her to protect Herself from the cruel world that was chasing them.

"No." He replied, face almost blank when gunshots fired and the loud noise echoed in the distance. "My fierce little warrior, aren't you?" Her grasp around him tightened and then She found herself marching between shops, stores, shopkeepers, peddlers, and passersby.

"Why are we running, Mother?" He asked in a small voice. "And why are all these people dying for us?" He tilted his head up and stared at Her.

She hurried Her pace, only slightly. "Bad guys are chasing us, Taehyung, just like those games you usually play." She attempted to smile at the glee, not wanting Her ten-year-old son to understand the horror that was occurring around them.

"What are you saying? People are dying for us. This is far beyond just gameplay." Taehyung almost chided, their roles were almost swapped as if. "How many people have died so far?"

"Quiet down, will ya?" She placed a hand around his mouth and Taehyung narrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. She fluttered Her gaze all over the place―the town was flashed with fury and unlike always, this time the joyfulness and happiness that had surrounded them were frightening Her.

"We don't want anybody to hear us now, do we?" She hissed out, eyes shifting over everyone- searching for someone suspicious that could be dangerous to Her and Her son's lives.

Everyone seemed to mind their own business, as the sky finally had cleared up after a heavy storm, giving everyone the chance to get back to their work.

"Mother, this is unfair," Taehyung remarked blatantly. "It's unfair how all these people are dying, just in order to protect us―You."

Her pace faltered down upon the words and She held Her breath to soothe Her surging lungs that continuously kept wheezing for air.

"We most definitely are going to die. I don't see what's the point of running away and using these people as prey." Taehyung declared, the grasp of his hands tightened.

She grunted, moving Her eyes around. "What are you trying to imply?" She questioned as if She was clueless, although She certainly wasn't.

"Let's just stop all these pointless sacrifices. There is no need for it." He demanded and then his brow rose when his Mother stopped over at a store―Her lips sealed together and Her eyes were holding too many emotions.

Fear dominated all of them though.

Taehyung was able to see the glimpse of fear between Her dark irises perfectly. It was the first time he saw Her scared, frightened, and not because She would die, but because She let too many people die already by now.

The loud slams of the butcher chopping the slab of meat with a meat cleaver reached their ears as silence fell between them.

Her heart raced on fast, portions of sarcastic dry chuckles arrived in Her ears and She felt goosebumps. He was here. She gritted Her teeth, turned around, and faced a crew of men.

The scene attracted the attention of some people but it still was not enough to create a stir.

"Running away from me again, huh?" A man smirked, a huge knife in his hands and the people around him held different types of weapons instead.

"Shut up and leave us alone! We got divorced already, and all because your pathetic *** is useless to raise a child!" She snapped, covering Taehyung's face under the hood a little more, firmly holding him against Her chest, flitting a look at the shop behind Her.

The butcher had stopped working and was carefully observing the sight before him instead. Knives were placed on the countertop, causing an idea to pop in Her head.

I can take one and use it to protect us.

"You can't run away now, my Queen." The man chuckled, walking forward, gripping the blade tightly.

It didn't take much for Her to raise Her eyebrows in confusion when her ex-husband began to laugh crazily, leading her to notice what was going on.

She brought a hand up and touched Her neck, feeling something wet. Her eyes widened as She stared at Her hand, which got tinted red. She couldn't feel any pain but blood flowed out of the scar frantically, covering the hood of Her cloak and Taehyung.

Her body shuddered and Her eyes teared up a little. The pain finally hit Her. The sound of the hued-in-red knife collapsing on the ground seemed like a dull, yet aggravating sound in Her ears.

"N-No! D-Don't take him!" She stammered when the man snatched Taehyung away and people started to stir up there.

The sight of Her vulnerable body falling reflected in Taehyung's eyes when even the butcher fainted at the view.

"Let me go!" Taehyung gushed as he punched his father in the face and kicked his stomach hard. The man loosened his grip and dropped Taehyung―who started to run away instead.

"What are y'all looking at?! Go and catch that mother's child! He must have all the evidence of our crimes!" He snapped, making his men instantly pick up their paces and rush behind him.

Taehyung's heartbeat accelerated and his legs also turned unsteady by the time he managed to escape from them and reached once again, the place where his Mother got killed.

His father was no longer there. Deep breath. But the whole place was stirred with people and whispers boomed all over.

"Isn't She-"

"God... How did this happen?"

"Who is going to save us now?! She had strength, authority, power, wealth, and always used them to protect us and for us!"

"Who killed Her?!"

"M-My co-worker works here- b-but he's unconscious right now."

Taehyung came closer, slipping past the crew, and stood before Her to scan Her body; Her features had become pale and Her eyes were empty. Lifeless. Dull. Flat. Dead. There was a pool of blood beneath Her head and the hood of Her cloak was off Her head.

"Isn't he-"

"Oh, God, oh. He's Her son."

"Such a horror for this child to have witnessed at such an age."

"Hey!" Taehyung's eyebrows arched when a pair of arms wrapped around him and in a matter of seconds, he was lifted.

"Why are you touching Her son?"

"I was a friend of Hers." A strange man with a warm gesture announced and the crowd hushed down shortly. "I'm afraid if he continues to walk out like this, his life will be on the edge too."

"If it's alright for everyone, I'd like to take him home with me and raise him like my own son." The man suggested, wiping off the blood from Taehyung's face.

"Is it safe to leave Her son with a stranger like you so easily?"

"Apart, we don't know if you can take care of him properly."

"D-Dad! I- I'm scared."

The man looked down and saw his son clutching on his leg, watching the deceased Woman before him scaredly. His wife soon came and lifted him as she wrapped her arms around her son, whispering some sweet words into his ears to calm the boy down.

"I have a son around his age, so I'm sure I will be able to take care of him perfectly." The man declared and Taehyung stared at him for a short period before peering at the other boy before him.

The woman caressed his back gently as he fluttered his eyelashes. Taehyung raised his hand and brushed the boy's tears away. Taehyung grimaced when he noted the other's eyes observing him in horror. The blood had tinged his plain white shirt.

"I think we should leave now. Being out here could be dangerous. I'll be back later and give you guys my address just in case someone wants to meet him." The man offered and the crowd hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing to it.

"It's such a loss to lose someone like Her, but the killers aren't caught yet. Her cadaver should be disposed of as soon as possible. I believe we can prepare for Her funeral after we get him to a safer place."

The crew agreed again and the man tilted his head at his wife. "Shall we go now, darling?" The woman hummed at that. The couple strolled out of there, emerging before their car.

"You're a mess." The man commented while opening the door of the car. Taehyung was quiet for the whole time. "Have you witnessed Her getting killed?"

Taehyung nodded.

"Can you recognize the killer?" The man asked as he placed Taehyung on the seat beside the driver's one. His wife and son perched behind instead.

Taehyung nodded again, eyes flatly on the road before him. "What can I call you by, sir?" He asked as the man fastened the seatbelt around him.

"Only Mr. Jeon would be fine." The man replied instantly, fastening his own seatbelt. "Can you tell me who is Her killer?"

Taehyung nodded again, eyes closed, and leaned back against the seat. "The killer-"

Taehyung opened his eyes and surprisingly found himself in a room.

It was just a dream.

The room gleamed up and beside him, there was a nightstand, where his cell phone was ringing. Taehyung grunted a little, ruffling his soft, ebony black hair by running his hand through it. He tried to get up but he felt a pair of arms around him. He frowned and pulled down the blanket before staring at the boy; soft, peach-colored hair fell messily all over and his arms were around Taehyung, nuzzling in his chest.

Taehyung shrugged him off and turned off the alarm instead. By the time his cellphone was hushed down, he had woken up the other boy.

"Good morning, Jungkook." Taehyung heralded as he shuffled behind and perched, moving back against the headboard.

Jungkook yawned, rubbing his eyes, too unconscious of his surroundings. He somehow came off cute and angelic like this.

"Good morning to you, Tae." Jungkook muffled out and then he blushed when he noticed something- everything.

Pain shot up in his lower back and his legs felt numb when he tried to sit down as well.

"W-What?! What are you doing on my bed- a-and- and I am wearing only a shirt- what's happening?!" Jungkook covered his legs with the blanket when he sighted his exposed thighs and legs not being covered by the oversized white shirt that was hanging down his shoulders.

"Don't you think I should be the one asking that? What are you planning by slipping into my bed, while wearing nothing but a shirt?" Taehyung's brows creased as he tugged down his sleeveless black shirt, which had clambered during sleep.

"Nooo! Don't make it sound like that- we- we are roommates, and- grrrr! I can't remember anything that happened last night! Jesus Christ, I am having a terrible headache as well!" Jungkook started to ramble, glancing around the room and his stomach dropped when he spotted his discarded clothes on the floor and all over.

"D-Did we have... sex last night? **** **** ****- I can't remember anything." Jungkook choked on his words, his body was weak and exhausted. He gulped nervously when he saw the ripped packages of condoms and a bottle of lube thrown on the floor.

"I can't remember either," Taehyung replied, sliding off the bed and walking to his closet. "Even if we did, which is most likely, I think we should move on because it was simply a drunken mistake that none of us wants to recall." Taehyung opened and yanked out some clothes and a towel.

"I told Jimin that going to Jackson's weekend party was a bad idea." Jungkook pouted, raising the blanket a little, and stared underneath it. "Can you get me some painkillers?" He blushed at the hickeys all over his inner thighs.

Jungkook did remember some things from the night before; he could remember when Taehyung was trying to sleep once they reached the dorm and Jungkook, being the needy baby he was, approached the older's bed and perched on Taehyung's lap, desperate.

A few more whines and writhing for Taehyung to fill him up eventually led to Jungkook being pinned on the bed and his hole being jammed with Taehyung's cock while he sang his filthy vocals and encouraged Taehyung to go harder.

And then everything becomes blank...? Jungkook couldn't remember what he did after that.

Jesus Christ. Why did he have to be so desperate for Taehyung last night? Jungkook was literally relieved when Taehyung told him he couldn't remember either, or else Jungkook would have died out of embarrassment.

"You shouldn't take painkillers with an empty stomach. It's not good for your health." Taehyung threw the towel over his shoulder, walking to the washroom. "Now, stop overthinking about that. It's not the first time you've had sex while being drunk, is it?" He stopped at the door to hear Jungkook's reply.

"Taehyung, there are people who actually think my parents ADOPTED you and consider us siblings, what the ****!" Jungkook complained, sniffing. He scrunched his nose at how he smelled of alcohol, sweat, musk and sex.

"Not biologically. Apart, your parents never legally adopted me after Mother's death and I don't consider them my parents either." Taehyung replied hastily and Jungkook huffed. "Therefore, what we've done last night was pretty natural for two drunk students. Don't bother yourself with inconsequential things now. You already did stuff like this before with the others. Understood?"

"But they aren't my childhood friends or my best friends, in general. It's weird." Jungkook continued to complain with a pout.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "It is? It's hard for me to decipher the amount of cocks you've taken into you, including those classmates, known as friends of yours." Jungkook rolled his eyes at the sarcasm that laced down Taehyung's voice.

"It's not anything diverse here, Jungkook. Two students had sex last night, drunken and accidentally. It should remain that way." Taehyung exhaled out a deep breath, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Will you PLEASE stop talking like that early in the morning?" Jungkook snapped with a groan and Taehyung hummed.

"No, no. I'd like you to answer me, Jungkook, is the situation any different from the other one-night stands you have had? At the end of the day, it's still you, who got fucked your brains out, but instead of strangers, it was me who ravished you." Taehyung clarified and Jungkook turned crimson red so Taehyung instantly rushed into the washroom and closed the door when Jungkook stood up and chased him.

"I fucking hate you, Kim Taehyung!" Jungkook slammed on the door harshly with a grumble.

"You do?" Taehyung opened the door and stared at Jungkook right in the eyes. Jungkook gulped, suddenly feeling small. He took a step backwards, watching Taehyung's murky irises, that were unreadable yet alluring.

"Jungkook, do you hate me?" Taehyung repeated the question a little firmly while stepping forward.

Jungkook's mouth went parched at the menace and dominance his best friend was shimmering. It almost made Jungkook's knees go weak at how, despite having just woken up and having messy hair, Taehyung still managed to look good as always.

"N-No- I- I didn't mean any of that." Jungkook stammered, lowering his head down.

Taehyung hummed, understanding. "Good. I'll go and take a shower. You can refresh yourself as well once I'm done. Are you alright with that?" Taehyung asked, his expression was empty, and that's why Jungkook couldn't read him or his thoughts.

"Not to mention, we have consented to each other beforehand, in case anything happens between us- drunken or not, it'd be fully consensual. So I don't know what you are on." Taehyung said, ever so smoothly. Jungkook blushed- and there was a small pause.

"However, apologies. I promise I won't do something that makes you irritated or bothers you the next time." Taehyung concluded, then he closed the door. But, he wondered if he would be able to do that.

Being childhood best friends just made Taehyung have the right to pull on Jungkook with every chance he got and irk him. It was also cute how Jungkook would react, plus, of course, there were times when Jungkook went after Taehyung instead.

Jungkook tugged down the shirt to cover himself up as much as he could and walked to his closet to grab some clothes for himself.

Perhaps he should clean the dormitory room before somebody came in and witnessed the embarrassing mess they had made.

After Taehyung's Mother's death, he moved in with him and his parents, as to say, they ended up growing close to each other. The killer was still out there and that's why the whole family decided to move to another city and reside there.

"I find it quite amusing how, even though you are the richest student out here, you're cleaning off a room," Taehyung remarked, walking out of the washroom while drying his hair with a yellow towel.

"Being rich sucks." Jungkook got his clothes and towel from the bed and darted his eyes at Taehyung.

"No wonder you got kidnapped." Taehyung threw the towel on the bed and grabbed his cellphone from the nightstand.

After Jungkook got kidnapped, the family moved away again and, well, tried to have a normal life without worrying much about their wealth.

Taehyung entered the same university as Jungkook and started studying criminology as well to be with Jungkook always and protect him with everything he got, leaving his medical studies and everything related to it behind.

Although Jungkook told him many times there was no need for Taehyung to abandon his dreams of becoming a surgeon, he couldn't help but feel warm at how Taehyung did everything he could only for him.

Now they both were majors in criminology, Jungkook pursuing his dream of becoming a criminologist while Taehyung studied for being a forensic science technician instead.

"You should hurry up. It's 7:19 and we need to finish our breakfast before 8 o'clock as well."

"Wait, why 8 o'clock? Isn't it Saturday? How much did we drink?!" Jungkook squinted his eyes and his jaw fell when Taehyung showed him the screen of his cellphone. "Monday."

"What?! I- didn't we go to the party Friday night?! How come it's Monday now out of nowhere?! God. I can't remember anything." Jungkook complained, scratching the back of his head and darted his eyes down to the floor.

"I recommend you to have an existential crisis while taking a shower instead of spending your time here." Taehyung suggested while pointing at the wooden, oak door of the washroom.

Jungkook sucked in a deep breath and then marched his way into the washroom. He took a shower as fast as he could and then he and Taehyung emerged to the cafeteria room.

"That new student asked me on a date Friday morning." Jungkook sipped on the straw of his strawberry milkshake and sat down. His friends were all sprawled in different seats at the table.

"What was his name again? Ki? Kai? Bye? Hi? Kye? Ky? Yeah, his name is Ky, right?" Yoongi narrowed an eyebrow with a surprised look meandering on his pale features.

"Yeah. I told him alright since how long am I still going to be single?" Jungkook let out a suppressed chuckle, his eyes fixed on the boy before him, Jimin.

"Jungkook, don't talk as if you didn't have the whole school inside you, you absolute fake-****." Jimin irked and then he winced when Jungkook kicked his kneecap from under the table, glaring at him.

"Shut up or else I'll dislocate your kneecaps and it's no joke. I'm serious as **** right now." Jungkook warned sternly and then he giggled a little at the way Jimin was gawking at him in distress.

"You suck." Jimin tipped his head away and looked around the loud, dull and mundane cafeteria: The loud piping of the students stirred together as they ate their breakfast.

"Where were you and Taehyung the whole weekend? I thought you both were dead." Jimin recalled and he grimaced slightly as Jungkook cleared his throat, awkwardly.

"Anyways, I want to go and visit my parents this evening after my date with Ky since I couldn't visit them this weekend." Jungkook stifled out and then he quickly grasped a glimpse of Taehyung instead, who was sitting beside him and had a bored look plastered on his face while he ate slowly.

"You're coming with me, right?" Jungkook asked softly.

Taehyung nodded his head lazily as he stared daggers at the nothingness. "As you wish." He replied with a tilt of his eyebrows when he saw a new figure approaching their friends' table.

"Hey, Jungkook, are you okay if we set our date at 4 o'clock today?" Shiny black hair fell over his eyes, which he pushed behind with his hand and gave Jungkook a warm and friendly smile.

"Oh, Ky! Hi!" Jungkook glistened up a little upon the appearance of the new boy. "Of course. It's perfectly fine for me!" Jungkook returned the smile.

Ky nodded with a small grin and eyes gleaming. "Alright. See you in the first class then!" Ky winked and then walked out of there.

Jungkook giggled but his giggles faltered down when Taehyung started to talk. "I don't like the guy."

"You like no one." Namjoon trailed when Yoongi spoke over him. "I don't like him either. He's suspicious."

"What's gotten into you two?" Jin complained while glaring at Taehyung and then at Yoongi. "There's nothing wrong with Ky at all."

"I saw my father killing my Mother. Do you really think I'll trust that guy just like that and hand my best friend to him? Absolutely not." Taehyung confided, lowering his voice down when the others' eyes remained still on him.

"And yeah... Jungkook is rich as **** as well. It could be possible that Ky came here to trap Jungkook and do some bad stuff." Yoongi agreed with Taehyung's statement. His voice was low as well, something that should remain only between the seven of them.

"But Ky doesn't know anything about Jungkook. No one does!" Hoseok disagreed with a small whine and his body was thrown back to his seat.

"Being careful won't hurt anyone. We shouldn't start considering he's nice until we aren't actually sure that he's nice and doesn't have any bad intentions." Taehyung alerted, picking up the mug of his black coffee, and turned his head at Jungkook.

"You already got kidnapped once. Trusting people so easily could lead to further chaos. Be alert from everyone and anyone-that implies your own friends as well." Taehyung brought the edge of the mug closer to his lips, the steam was completely visible.

"You never know what people are hiding underneath their warm smile and friendly gesture." Taehyung closed his eyes and placed the mug down on the table after a small sip.

His head wandered off to the memories of his father and Mother. Despite their divorce, they still were in contact because of him. They might not have been a normal family, but when he was a child, he adored spending time with both of them together.

But the whole fallacy crashed on that day and Taehyung could still perfectly visualize his Mother's cadaver collapsing down and his father's laughter that enhanced.

"We should go now. Our first period is Victimology class." Namjoon stood up once he finished his breakfast and checked the time on his wristwatch. 7:51 AM.

"Isn't there a History exam today in the third period?" Hoseok asked in fear and his teeth began to tremble against each other.

"I have English class in the third period. Sucks to be you, man." Jin laughed, whacking the back of Hoseok's head and started to walk, picking up his bag from the floor and throwing it over his shoulder.

"Taehyung, please, help me by letting me copy you in the exam! Aren't you one of the most excellent students out here?" Hoseok whined, linking himself around Taehyung's arm.

"No." Taehyung pulled his arm back and walked away.

The whole day passed like this and all the classes had finally ended. It was 3 o'clock now and Jungkook was preparing himself for the date, anxiously.

"What should I wear?" Jungkook baffled out, gaping inside his closet before turning around to face his best friend slash roommate.

"Aren't you at the age to make decisions like this by yourself, perhaps?" Taehyung replied with a straight face. The cell phone seemed small in his huge hands.

"Can you NOT say that while making that face?" Jungkook huffed and he then started to look back for some decent clothes in his closet.

After his kidnapping, he genuinely started fearing people and socializing with them, which was the reason he hadn't dated anyone in the last two years. Now he was 20 and in the third year of university.

The whole thing had ruined Jungkook's life in the most wicked way possible since he could barely go out all by himself. He was scared that people would harm him, which was why Taehyung and Yoongi were always so overprotective over him although the other four boys would try to convince them he'd be fine since they were here for him and there was no need to be paranoid even though Jungkook couldn't help it at all.

"I'll be back as soon as possible and then we'll go and pay a visit to my parents," Jungkook shouted out, viewing that Taehyung's eyes hadn't faltered even a bit from the screen of his cellphone. "Who are you chatting with by avoiding me!" Jungkook snapped, annoyed.

"Friends." Taehyung replied in a monotone voice. Jungkook's eyebrows creased. "You have friends?" Jungkook asked and then he began to laugh when Taehyung remained quiet and his face was blank. "Did you consider yourself my servant all this time, then?"

Jungkook snorted.

"Take care and don't get lost." Taehyung finally took his gaze off the screen and sprinted his eyes at Jungkook instead, who gave him a passive-aggressive grin.

"I'll call you if something happens or if I need something. Bye!" Jungkook opened the door of their shared dormitory room and sauntered out. He inhaled a deep breath, making his way to Ky's room.

Anxiety surged within him and he felt his legs tremble: What if something goes wrong? He kept thinking as he saw Ky over the elevator, smiling.

Jungkook swallowed a large gulp of lump down his throat, praying for this evening to go normally, if not perfectly.

Their date started typically: Trade of words and laughter as they grabbed some sweets for them and decided to go to a cinema to watch some movies.

So far, Jungkook found himself enjoying the day, even though his mind wandered off to what Taehyung was probably doing in the dorm room right now. He shrugged his thoughts off and focused on Ky.

"It's 7. Shall we go and have dinner together?" Ky offered as they walked out of the cinema once they finished the movie.

"I need to go and meet my parents. I'd love to have dinner with them tonight if that's fine for you," Jungkook answered in a small voice, his fingers trembling to call Taehyung and tell him to come over.

"Oh! That's sweet! And of course! It is completely fine for me!" Ky smiled warmly and Jungkook nodded. Ky interlaced their fingers together. "Do you want me to drop you there?"

Jungkook shook his head in disagreement. "It's fine. My best friend will be arriving here soon. I would like it if you wait until he arrives." Jungkook smiled shyly, not wanting to be all alone in the darkness.

Ky hummed. "Sure thing!" He exclaimed when Jungkook pulled out his cellphone and called Taehyung to come over.

The two lads headed to the bus stop, engaging themselves in a conversation as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

The atmosphere was cold, with a light breeze passing by them. Murky night and full moon, stars sprinkled over the sky.

"What-?" Jungkook's eyes grew wide and his heartbeat accelerated upon noticing some men, wearing all black clothes, approaching them out of nowhere and surrounding them.

Jungkook panicked, his breaths bumped when one of the men came and grabbed him by the back of his neck and covered his mouth, stopping him from letting out any noises.

Jungkook's eyes became teary, memories of two years ago flashed in his mind, and his legs became shuddering as well and he felt weak. Fragile. His body struggled under the tight grips of the strangers, attempting to run away, but it was all in vain.

His chest heaved up and down as he breathed loudly, peering all over, and then he froze when he spotted a familiar figure with his mouth parted, eyes wide and brows creased up.

Taehyung gritted his teeth, looking around to find something. He saw a metallic stick on the side of the road, covered with dust, dirt and leaves that fell from the huge trees.

He picked it up and instantly rushed closer to the scene and hit the man who had the firm grip around Jungkook, and then, one by one, he slammed the thick metal pole against all the men who were there, before they got the chance to pull out their own weapons and harm him.

Jungkook's body shuddered as he was able to see the blood that oozed out from the men when Taehyung hit their heads.

Taehyung dropped the stake and immediately took Jungkook in a tight embrace. "Are you okay?" Taehyung whispered deeply, rubbing Jungkook's back in soothing circles.

Jungkook cried a little, nodding, and then hugged Taehyung back tighter, scared even by the thought that he was about to get kidnapped once again.

Ky stood there awkwardly, his shoulders hurting from when the men had grabbed him tightly and, at this point, he could only observe the two.

"Let's go home and meet your parents." Taehyung broke the hug and tipped his head at Ky. "Will you return to the dorms by yourself or want us to accompany you there just in case?"

"I'll go by myself. Just take care of Jungkook."

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