While Jungkook was desperately trying to forget, Taehyung did everything in his power to remember. To hold on to his memories of the younger. His days and nights were swamped with Jungkook's image, smile and laughter. His naked body trembling underneath Taehyung's. His soul was experiencing excruciating pain from losing Jungkook and the guilt of running away but what blissful pain! The one keeping him alive. Making the blood in his veins run scorching hot.
He had come to realise that leaving him alone was the only and the best gift he could have given him. V could never make him happy and Taehyung..he died a long time ago. What was left was a lowlife scumbag,who was heartless and caused only misery to the people that cared for him.
He bitterly chuckled observing the screens across his office desk. Another night of burying himself to work with the hope that when he'd go up to his penthouse, Jungkook would keep him company and he was looking forward to it.
He crossed one leg over the other, elbows bent on the metallic desk. The lowball glass in his hands was empty and the cigarette on the ashtray had burnt out. He lit another one, sucking in the smoke and filled the glass with more whiskey and ice.
His phone vibrated for the hundredth time and he looked away. It was either his friends or his brother and he wasn't ready to face their rage and talk to them. He was unprepared to hear their scolding and his own guilt for the way he treated them was pestering him up. Three more people, who were better off without a criminal in their lives. He should have never gone to Seoul. He shouldn't have mendled in their lives.
That was one of the reasons he cut all communication with them. He sent them emails concerning the company but apart from that nothing more.The other one was that he didn't want to learn news about Jungkook. He couldn't bear to know that he was forgotten and Jungkook had moved on, even though he understood it was the right thing for him to do.
The night was still young and everything was settled. The casinos were smoothly run because his men,his friends were doing a damn good job. He gulped the rest of his whiskey, snuffed out the cigarette, sluggishly got up, throwing his five thousand dollars Gucci jacket over his shoulders and strutting in a vain, pompous bearing to his penthouse.
He overstepped his horde of bodyguards, dismissing them." Go home. I won't be needing you." He got an eyeful of Adrian and Ryker on his way to the elevator and nodded. Halfheartedly, steady strides led him inside his bleak foyer, passed the living room, hallway and opened the door of his and Jungkook's bedroom.
Because it was designed especially for him and according to his liking. The old bedroom and session room were torn down and reconstructed to the last detail. Luxurious and modern but with a warm touch resembling Jungkook 's style and personality.
A king size plush bedding of the highest quality with a leather, oversized headboard in beige tints, crystal, encrusted chandelier, a custom-made plush carpet. A huge cream footboard bench in front of the bed and at the other side of the room a stone beige, Bouclé fabric,upholstered armchair combined to a matching ottoman and a sette.
His jacket was thrown on the footboard along with his black tie and pants. He felt Jungkook's presence was lingering in every part of the room without even being there. Taehyung was carrying him in every step he took, every breath coming out of his lips, every blinking of his eyes.He walked closer to bed, standing over the nightstand and smiled. It was still weird when his lips formed a smile. He wasn't used to it.
" Hi baby! I've missed you..I couldn't wait to see you.." His fingers trembled, picking up the golden frame with Jungkook's photo. The whole room and the walls had his pictures like a shrine of worship.The ones he had taken with the younger when pretending to be in love with him. When he was so oblivious to what his heart longed for.
" It's been a long day but I pulled through. The guys give me weird looks and to tell you the truth it's kind of funny watching them. Alexander,my PA,stares at me like I'm a freak and Yosef..well he's full of hints,trying to force me to break and tell him what the hell is wrong but you know me! I'm a tough nut to crack! And it makes him furious."He caressed the frame and softly kissed it." How was your day, baby? Did you eat? Knowing you, you probably had a rich lunch and dinner. Your papa would make sure of that..I like Jun hyung.. he's gentle and kind like you. I'm gonna have a shower and come back to chat more..Love you.."
He put it back in its place and ambled to the bathroom. Taehyung hadn't spared money in building it from scratch. A celebration of black and white. The first because it was Kookie's favourite colour and the second in honour of his pure personality.
He loved what he had done with the place. There was a skeek, glass, double shower cubicle, a huge tub and jacuzzi and opposite a mirror from side to side over the double sinks with integrated lighting. Two bathrobes hanging next to the towel warmers,two toothbrushes and he had installed heated floors because Jungkook liked to walk barefoot. He even made a balcony with an enormous heated swimming pool.
Despite what people thought about the weather in Vegas, believing it was always hot and sunny, winter could be heavy, especially during January and February. He got inside the shower and hurriedly washed his body before coming out,wrapping a towel around his torso and standing in front of the mirror.
He dried his wet hair with another smaller towel and took a good look at himself. He slithered his fingers on his strong chest,right above his heart where his tattoo was.
'Jungkook's ' was written on it and it brought a huge smile to his lips. He had it last month on an impulse along with another one above his dick which wrote ' Kookie's ',after getting so wasted, he could hardly remember the entire night, just bits and parts. His heart and body belonged to Jungkook and it was his way of shouting it to the rest of the world.
As he walked back to their room, he dragged his feet to the extensive walk-in-closet,grabbed his black shorts and yellow t-shirt and put them on. On the left side of the closet were his clothes, neatly organised in colour and on the right side were Jungkook's clothings. Puffy jackets, loose hoodies, baggy jeans, sweatpants, underwear, sneakers and boots.
Yeah, he was acting like a deranged man. He knew that. The whole house was designed for two and it was his way of remembering what he could have had and what he had given up. For Jungkook's sake. There were times his presence was too vivid and others his figure would fade away..
It was in those times he'd go inside the session room, filled with the equipment he brought from Seoul and sniff the younger 's perfume, touch their toys, hug his diamond collar, drink till Jungkook's image would appear, his sweet voice echoed in his ears, his soft touches embracing his aching from desire body and they would make love..His hallucinations had become regular but in a bizarre way kept him sane.
He wished Jungkook would forget he ever existed with the same power he was battling to remember him. Keep him alive in his blurry mind. Part of his life for eternity. He was holding on to his memories as if his existence was depending on it.
He sat on the bed, back leaning against the headboard,knees bent,turned on the music with the remote and grabbed a book from the drawer. He liked to read and listen to jazz. It calmed him. And God knew he needed it.
Half an hour later, he closed the book, put it aside, and laid down on the side, hands under his head, staring at his baby's photo while the music was still playing.
" You look stunning, baby. I remember the night you practically forced me to take photos with you. The night I proposed to you in the most idiotic way..I was too damn blind to see what was right in front of me.." he chuckled." I should have told I loved you, married you the next day and fuck all of them! You're much better without me. You'll find a guy who will love and treasure you..protect you from bastards like me.." His heart ached at the prospect of Jungkook in the arms of another man but he had no right on him. He had lost it the moment he decided to plot against him.
He took the photo in his hands, kissed the younger 's fluffy cheeks, hugged it tightly on his chest and yawned as he nodded off.
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"Are we gonna talk about V's crazy behaviour or gonna pretend everything is cool?" Adrian blurted out, grabbing a slice of pizza from the pile of carton boxes on the table. It was kind of a tradition for them to gather at Ryker's office, after the casino was almost empty, order pizza and drink beer. Their way of relaxing from work. The only people missing were Yosef and Guy.
" What's there to talk about? The guy has always been weird. Why change now?" Mason said, biting on his pizza slice.
" Don't you have anything more to say? You're responsible for his schedule. You run his life." Adrian asked Alexander who wiggled his shoulders.
"It's not the case anymore. I admit he's acting weirder than usual." Alexander hunched forward, taking a sip of his beer bottle." He terminated his contracts, threw away his toys, hasn't been with a woman for " he puffed " I don't know..eight months and let me tell you I saw the blueprints of his penthouse reconstruction and it gave me the impression it was designed for two."
" Is he gonna bring a chick to live with him?" Adrian wondered out loud.
" Who knows?" Alexander frowned.
" Spying on the big boss!" Ryker joked, winking at him,getting a smack in the neck.
" I wasn't spying! " Alexander nagged." I was curious and concerned.
" Curious my ass! You're a control freak like V!" Adrian added blowing a huff.
The door burst open and Yosef barged in, taking a seat between Alexander and Ryker, rubbing his palms."Come on shoot it! What did I miss?" He took a slice of pepperoni pizza, munching it as his stomach was growling from starvation. He had skipped lunch and dinner because the casino was swamped with people and required his undivided attention.
" Gossiping about the big boss." Mason answered, stretching his long legs and sipping down his cold beer.
" Shame on you assholes!" Yosef blew out, grimacing." You didn't wait up! How the hell will I know what's been said? Better fill me in."
Alexander facepalmed himself." You're all a bunch of morons!"he accused them and Adrian flung one of the couch pillows on his face." Hey watch it!" he yelled and threw it back at him, running his fingers through his hair to fix them.
" Bite me, shit head!" Yosef stuck out his tongue." We all love the vampire king but he has become..how should I put it?" He raised an eyebrow."Mmmm…Wacky..Dotty..Cuckoo!"
Alexander waved his index finger as no." Come on Yosef! You're supposed to be more reasonable!
" YEAH HE IS!" The rest chimed in together and burst out laughing.
When the fuss reached an end, Yosef's expression turned somber." Ok let's get serious. Something's up. We can see it. We can feel it. I don't know where the fuck he went or what happened there or who the fuck hurt him if that's even a possibility but he's changed in a way I can't pinpoint."
The gang seemed sceptical and muddled. V wasn't an easygoing person but a rather introverted one. He kept things to himself, including his emotions. Had no personal life except his sessions, which now belonged to the distant past and his previous life and family, assuming he had one,were well hidden. V hated displaying his personal life apart from what everyone knew.
" I think he's in love." Alexander threw a bombshell,making everyone stare at him in disbelief and astonishment.
" Oh please. V doesn't fall in love. He fucks!" Mason exclaimed." The day he falls head over heels for a chick, hell will freeze and the devil will be snowboarding on the slopes of eternal abyss."
" It's a possibility that he has fallen for a broad.Ok..just think about it. He cancelled all the contracts. He hasn't fucked in like ages, he spends his time in his penthouse behind closed doors. Not to mention he doesn't allow anyone to enter, including me. I was in and out of his bedroom and session room all the time. Hell, I organised it. Now it's a 'do not enter zone' for me and the cleaning lady."Alexander speculated, finishing his beer and gazing at his friends one by one to get a snappy comeback.
Adrian busted a gut( laugh hard),holding his stomach with both hands." No..no.. fuck no..I wouldn't..go..that far..V? In love?Brhhhhh."
Yosef scratched his nape, slouching back on the couch, stretching one leg." Hate to burst your bubbles but the geek there." He pointed his head towards Alexander."might have a point. I mean why else would he get rid of his harem and turn into a monk? And have you noticed that lost look he's got in his eyes? And how you talk to him, I mean repeatedly and he's staring like an idiot without answering? And sometimes his eyes get a sad look that makes you want to hug and cuddle him?"
Adrian abruptly stopped laughing and widened his deep, blue eyes." Are you fucken drunk? How many times have I told you to quit drinking in that cuckoon of yours? It has screwed up your brain!"
" I ain't wasted,motherfucker." Yosef snubbed at Adrian." And my fucken brain is fucken fine."
" Get a grip man! That's bullshit. Do you think a man like V can change for a chick? Any chick?"Adrian claimed.
" Why the hell not? He's a human..kind of..sort of..yeah." Yosef contradicted his friend but apparently he wasn't persuasive enough.
Mason stepped in." He's a freak in the sideshow! No heart, no emotions. No reactions. Nothing..just a bloodthirsty hunger for killing. And don't get me wrong I fucken love the bastard! He's family and he's been there for all of us when we needed him but I don't see it." He shook his head and knitted his brows." I don't see how this cold-hearted, arrogant man could be in love."
" Then how do you explain his behaviour?" Alexander inquired calmly.
" Dunno. That's a very good question. He might be going through a phase. Or he got bored of fucking the same pussies or better yet he's messing with us." Mason could only speculate because nobody knew what was going on in V's head. It was an uncharted territory!
They continued bickering like usual, shouting and drinking and making a fuss but deep inside they were sick with worry about Taehyung. Because apart from their boss,he was part of their family and they always took care of their family.
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Taehyung, comfortably sitting on a metal chair,legs wide open, one bent the other stretched, had his dark, menacing gaze fixed on the beaten,old man knelt on the floor. His men scattered around the dingy basement, waiting for instructions from their boss.
The fingers of his right hand were playing with a cigarette as he signalled his two guards holding the man's arms to release him. As soon as they did, stepping back the older fell forward, coughing blood.
" You never learn." V stated strictly but with a hint of mockery." You actually thought you could steal from me and I'd let it pass? I'm V! Nobody tries to fool me and gets to live to tell the story, Smith."
Smith, a known gambler and one of the casino's regulars, lifted up his bruised, bloody head, eyes squirming, half shut from the constant punching, attempted to speak but words couldn't come out. His body had endured heavy punches, strong kicks and the searing pain lacerated his body. As another blow of punches raided his stomach, he tried to breathe through the pain, letting out a loud grant.
"I'm.. sorry..I.. didn't mean.. didn't.. want..to..steal..my.. business.. is..in.. trouble.."
" And you thought to save it by stealing from my casino? If you needed money I could have given you a loan. It would have saved you the beating and the blood on your ugly, cheap suit."
" I.. couldn't..repay..you..too much..interest..you ask..too much.." he lisped,coughing spurts of blood.
"I'm a logical person, Smith. We could have reached some sort of agreement so that neither you nor me would lose." Taehyung got up, kicked back the chair, rambling closer to him. He scrunched down to his level, gripped his jaw and pressed his fingers on it." But you had to get greedy. Steal from me. And I'm having trouble forgiving you. You see, I hate thieves. They're bad for business."
He abruptly let go of his chin, pulling up his sleeves." What should I do with you?"
The man had a petrified look on his face and gulped." Please.. don't kill.. me.. I've got a.. daughter.. she's..all.. I've got.."
" You should have thought about your daughter before but you didn't. Now, you'll have to pay."
Smith's face shriveled in horror at the idea of what was coming for him and spoke without filtering his words." I can..give you..my daughter.. she's eighteen.. and a..virgin..I know.. you like..your women..young.. she'll be.. obedient.. please..spare.. my life.." he was crying and growling like a fucken pussy and had no idea that his offer made V lose his patience.
He snatched his bloody collar, pulled him up and his fist threw constant, powerful punches on the man,making him squeal in agony, hissing, letting out loud growls and shrieks, his body shuddering under V's ruthless, unstoppable beating that even his men were staring completely aghast. V jammed his knee into his groin sending shock waves of full nauseating pain deep into his abdomen.
" FUCKEN BASTARD! MOTHERFUCKER! OFFERING YOUR CHILD LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT! WHAT KIND OF A FATHER ARE YOU?" Enraged and infuriated,he continued to lash punches on his face, stomach,ribs. Kicking him with all his strength. Thick, red blood surging out and splashing on Taehyung's suit. His face, a mask of deformed, disfigured expression, plugged with blind rage and wrath.
" I SHOULD FUCKEN KILL YOU! SHE'LL BE BETTER WITHOUT A MONSTER LIKE YOU. OFFERING HER LIKE YOU FUCKEN OWN HER! SON OF A BITCH!"
Smith had passed out due to the extreme beating but V was still attacking his unconscious body with more rage than before. He was so woozy to think logically. All that was left burning him was his wrath and rage for the bastard who had the nerve to offer him a young girl without hesitation.
All of the sudden he froze. Is this how people show him? As a monster who exploited young women? A ruthless predator who fucked virgins? This pathetic man was willing to exchange his life with his daughter's without hesitation. His own flesh and blood.
But what killed him was the realisation he was exactly like that. Wasn't he the one who hurt women even if he had their permission? Wasn't he the one who practically forced himself and his twisted games on Jungkook? His Jungkook. Someone's son. Someone's brother.
" V are you ok?" Guy's voice echoed in the distance." Hey man? Are you ok?" He repeated the question but got no answer.
V seemed lost. His eyebrows were pulled down, his forehead wrinkled, mouth flattened and drops of blood scattered on it, his chin jutting out and his eyes..his eyes had become a raging ocean after a massive tsunami. It was so scary it brought him shivers.
He released the man's body, letting it fall on the dirty floor and quickly stepped back. He felt someone's grip on him and dodged him off. He needed to run. Run. Leave that moldy basement. Run to freedom. To a place he could breathe. And he went like a bat out of hell. Out of that stinkin place. His breathing shallow, his heart panting, his head hammering.
He bumped into one of his men on his way out and nearly stumbled but the other held him."Where to boss?"
Taehyung pushed him and hopped into the car,parked outside the warehouse."DON'T FOLLOW ME!" he yelled at him and drove off,raising a pile of dust.
Guy had rushed behind him, watching him drive away." Where is he going? Why didn't you go with him?"
" He said not to follow him."
" And you let him? Fucken idiot!" He jumped inside another car and followed the dust.
They were driving through the narrow, bumpy paths of the Mohave desert. Taehyung's car was speeding and was far ahead of Guy's but the dust showed him the way.
Taehyung's car screeched to a halt, slamming on the brakes,clouds of dust shielded the vehicle. He thrashed his fists on the steering wheel then his forehead till it opened up and blood gushed out. His rapid breaths were jammed in his throat and the acute banging of his ripped heart rendered his attempts to calm down.
His head fell back on the headrest as he felt strings of blood dripping on his cheeks.
He was nothing but a monster.
A weak,wretched soul wandering the earth spreading misery.
A devil with the appearance of a handsome man. His own need for self-destruction caused other's pain. He had ruined his brother's,his friends' lives but above all Jungkook's.
He had invaded his life, destroyed it without guilt and left it in crambles and had the audacity to fall in love with the exact person he ruined. Now guilt was eating him up, gobbling his insides like a parasite and apparently it was too damn late to change what he had done or ask for forgiveness from everyone.
His brother hated him. His friends had enough of him. Jungkook despised him and he had lost the only chance of finding happiness. He banged his fists on the wheel again, trying to breathe and hold back his goddamn tears that started running down his cheeks.
" You're a fucken asshole! A fucken bastard! You've hurt everyone who cared for you cause you don't know how to love! God you're an idiot!" He opened the driver's door and staggering he went hell for leather ( run very fast) towards the path leading up the mountain,ascending the steep hill and reaching the top.
His heart was sprinting and breath was ramped up as he found himself at the edge of a scarp slope. The dizziness in his head went off the deep end due to his fear of heights but he didn't step back. Instead his shaky legs took another step towards the edge..and then another one.
Small rocks winkled out ,going down the vast void and he broke down in cold sweat. His decision was made. He saw no other option. Ending his wretched life would bring blessing to those he had hurt. Bring them justice. And he'd pay for all his crimes.
" Just one more step Tae..just one more.." His foot moved forward and…
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Jungkook had another date with SeenHe. The fifth that week and to be honest he did feel slightly suffocated but was reluctant to deny him as he didn't want to hurt his feelings. He knew where this was going. SeenHe liked him and sooner or later he'd ask him to be his boyfriend. His emotions were jumbled. The older was a perfect gentleman, thoughtful and kind, always guessing what he liked and disliked but..there was s but..
Jungkook wasn't sure he was ready to commit and trust a man despite being the exact opposite of Taehyung. His feelings weren't strong enough and although his mind recognised his luck, his heart still had doubts.
Yes, he liked SeenHe but he wasn't in love with him. He enjoyed his company but his stomach didn't have butterflies,his heart didn't flatter and his touch didn't give him shivers.
That night he had taken him to the movies and then bowling, one of Jungkook's favourite activities. It was like he was reading his mind and it was fun but also kind of creepy. Throughout the film, SeenHe had his one hand wrapped around Jungkook's stiff shoulder,whispered in his ear and all Jungkook could feel was itchiness.
At the moment they were driving to Jungkook's home, listening to music and occasionally chatting. SeenHe parked the car outside the house and helped him get out, by holding his hand.
" I had a wonderful time tonight but you always make my days and nights amazing. I look forward to our dates." The man was still holding his hand, his fingers brushing his palm and Kook didn't try to remove it thinking it was supposed to be natural.
" It was fun." A smile appeared in his plump,pink lips as he tossed his head slightly to the left.
" I'm glad. I like seeing you smile, Kookie."
Jungkook felt his heart banging in his chest. Kookie.. Taehyung used to call him that and he liked it because it showed intimacy.
" You have a nice smile too, hyung." he returned the compliment.
"Your dad mentioned once that you like horse riding and you have your own stallion."
The younger hid his free hand in his back pocket." Kookie. My hyung, MinJoon's birthday present.He's in Jeju in the villa's stables."
" Kookie? Just like your nickname." His brown eyes scanned Jungkook and stayed focused on his lips." We could visit him at the weekend and go horse riding. You'll get the chance to see him and I'll get to meet him."
The coherence of past events in his mind made the younger gulp and hold his breath. It wasn't just the recollection of his accident and his days in hospital but the thought of Taehyung and their passionate moments there. No, he didn't want to go to the island with SeenHe.
" I think I'm gonna give up on horses for a while." he responded softly. Nobody,including SeenHe knew about his accident and he'd like to keep it that way so he kept his mouth shut and avoided further explanations.
" Why? We'll tour around the island, visit local markets and go camping at one of the mountains. I've heard they are perfect for hiking and camping."
Jungkook was sometimes irritated by his persistence yet his kind nature made it difficult to turn down his offers. Not this time though." No. I don't want to go. I don't feel like camping anyway."
" Fair enough! I won't insist..What time do you get off work tomorrow?"
" A little late.. around ten." He knew his intentions and frankly he'd rather have a quiet night at home doing nothing and something told that was far from happening.
" Could I persuade you to have dinner with me?" he insisted, smiling.
Jungkook bit his lips and inhaled the refreshing night breeze." I'd love to but papa wants us to have a family dinner..so maybe some other time?" He lied and felt guilty about it as it was the first excuse he could come up with.
" I've been taking most of your time, haven't I?" the man awkwardly smiled." I don't give you time to breathe huh? I like spending time with you, forgetting about my job,the dirt we deal with everyday. It's a nice change to hang around people who aren't officers.."
" Or criminals!" Jungkook joked,giving him a bright, bunny smile." I like your company too but you know how pushy papa can be."
" Then I'm taking you out on Saturday?"
Jungkook nodded and noticing the bright sparkles in his eyes, his heart clenched. It was true,he was making significant efforts to like him more, get him out of the 'friendly zone' but Taehyung's ghost seemed to be hard to get rid of. He was giving SeenHe mixed signals, perhaps the wrong ones because he wanted so desperately to hold on to someone.
Mistake number one.
" Saturday then.. Thanks for a lovely evening and..goodnight."
That's when it happened! SeenHe, squeezing his hand, pulled him closer, bent over and his lips touched Jungkook's in a soft, tender kiss like the night breeze with no tongue.
Jungkook stood there flabbergasted, his lips refused to move,his eyes wide open,his body and senses numbed. There was no intensity, no butterflies dancing in his stomach, no fireworks. Just a bit of uncomfortableness and some bizarre form of guilt.
When the man hooked his waist and their bodies collided Jungkook felt desperate. He so much wanted to push him and run inside the safety of his home but didn't.
Mistake number two.
In the distance he thought he heard coughing so he slightly shoved the older, turning around, red as a poppy from embarrassment and unconsciously wiped his mouth with his palm. The kiss brought unexpected rumbling in his stomach. One he shouldn't have, not when you're being kissed by a handsome man you're supposed to like and date for months.
Yoongi hyung. And he looked pissed! His eyes had narrowed and mouth formed a very thin line!
" You're late!" His strict voice made the younger man flinch." Get inside." he ordered him, showing him the door and Kook scooted up, mumbling a ' Goodnight '.
" Thanks for bringing him home. You can go now."He shut the door to his face and shifted to confront Kook. However he was so irked, it didn't seem like a good idea to talk to him. He might say things he'd regret and make things worse.
" Upstairs now!"
" Hyung.." Jungkook began saying only for Yoongi to cut him off.
" Don't hyung me Kook! Don't get me started! I'm up to here! We'll talk about this when I'm a little less worked up!" He marched to the kitchen, banging the door behind him. He so much needed a drink to get that image of his head!
Jungkook was confused as he had no clue why his hyung got mad. I mean he liked SeenHe since they were colleagues and he hated Taehyung. So what was his problem? For months he was bombarded with lectures about letting go of the past, moving on and forgetting about that bastard but during the last few weeks his family looked reluctant and not exactly fond of SeenHe, even Jimin.
Every time he'd come home with him on different occasions,his brother would throw angry glances at the man and was rather rude,leaving Kook in a pickle. Jimin should have been thrilled he was finally dating and paying attention to another man that wasn't Taehyung.It was what he wanted for Jungkook.
A chance to become happy with a considerate and frank man,build a life and a future. Have a family. It was exceedingly burdensome to forget about Taehyung, his first love, his first lover, his first boyfriend and he was so exhausted from trying to erase the past and gaze at the future. A future he was uncertain he wanted.. however in his confused mind,it seemed he didn't have an option.
It had been almost a year and still no news from him. Like he had vanished. Hyunjin couldn't reach him,not even his best friends. Clearly he wanted to disappear and cut ties with everyone. And all the better for Jungkook because he shouldn't want to love a person who never appreciated him and what he gave him wholeheartedly.
While climbing up the stairs,turning left and walking to his bedroom he didn't notice Jimin hiding behind the half opened door of his room. The older had witnessed his brother kissing SeenHe and his numbed reaction and finally understood Yoongi's doubts. When a man you like kisses you, you don't freeze, you kiss back with passion.
He shouldn't have,under any circumstances, pushed his brother into the arms of another man, while being in love with someone else. Big mistake! Unforgivable mistake! For the last three weeks Jimin was trying to figure out why he insisted so damn much on Jungkook moving on. He had reached the conclusion it was his guilt leading him.
If he hadn't persuaded him to escort him to that stupid party none of this would have happened. He would have never met Taehyung, gone out with him, gotten his heart broken. Jimin was trying to ease his conscience and not fix his brother's life. And instead of giving him time to forget, he was adding more pain. People cope with their problems in different ways, taking their time, not rushing to another failed relationship.
'Some brother! ' he thought to himself, shutting the door behind him.