A #taekookau where Taehyung had assumed that Jeongguk took away his...
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Oct 10, 2026
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A #taekookau where
Taehyung had assumed that Jeongguk took away his capability of feeling anything but rage, when he left him.
It’s only when Jeongguk lands himself in danger, the mob boss remembers how it feels to be scared.
Scared of losing his precious one forever.
Taehyung had assumed that Jeongguk took away his capability of feeling anything but rage, when he left him.
It’s only when Jeongguk lands himself in danger, the mob boss remembers how it feels to be scared.
Scared of losing his precious one forever.
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- mob boss DILF tae x police officer koo
- v!olence
- morally gray elements/characters
- tae calls jk 'little one'
- angst with a happy ending
- 6.6k, complete
- HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST @itsjeykeybwi 🫶🫶
- v!olence
- morally gray elements/characters
- tae calls jk 'little one'
- angst with a happy ending
- 6.6k, complete
- HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST @itsjeykeybwi 🫶🫶
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this oneshot is from this universe, but can be read as a standalone au :
dee ♥︎@taeggukis7
worship you (with my bloody hands) ; a #taekookau
✯ mob boss tae x rookie police officer koo
✯ for @btsagegapfest
✯ explicit, 10.3k
✯ fluff and humor
✯ light angst and sm/ut🔞
✯ top tae/bottom koo
✯ age difference
✯ morally grey elements
🔗: ao3.org/works/44749742…
✯ mob boss tae x rookie police officer koo
✯ for @btsagegapfest
✯ explicit, 10.3k
✯ fluff and humor
✯ light angst and sm/ut🔞
✯ top tae/bottom koo
✯ age difference
✯ morally grey elements
🔗: ao3.org/works/44749742…
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‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧
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tw// v!olence, bl00d
Taehyung taps the barrel of his gun on the arm of the chair he’s sitting on. His headache is strong, but the matter in front of him, or rather the mole who was caught yesterday is much more important.
Taehyung taps the barrel of his gun on the arm of the chair he’s sitting on. His headache is strong, but the matter in front of him, or rather the mole who was caught yesterday is much more important.
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It’s making him angry how this fucker was working right under his nose for a month now.
“Will you open your mouth or not?”
His voice booms across the mostly empty basement.
“Will you open your mouth or not?”
His voice booms across the mostly empty basement.
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Namjoon is standing on one end, while a few of his men are at either sides, with buckets of water in their hands. The mole is tied to a chair, his lip is ble/eding while the right eye is swollen.
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He’s young, Taehyung can see the baby fat on his face. The mole – Jaejun – mutters something incoherent under his breath, with half closed eyes, but the mob boss’s patience has nearly reached its limit.
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Taehyung gestures for his men to dump the ice cold water on Jaejun. The young boy gasps, petulant cries leaving his lips.
His jaw ticks, “Do you wish to d!e?”
His jaw ticks, “Do you wish to d!e?”
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Kicking back his chair, Taehyung raises himself on his feet, looming over Jaejun, “I don’t like traitors,” he bends to the mole’s level to look him straight in the eye, “I’ll k!ll you right now and whoever sent you would give no fυcks at all.”
“They – they will.”
“They – they will.”
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Taehyung snorts at Jaejun’s desperate argument, at least he’s speaking. Twisting his wrist, he slaps him across his left cheek. The sound of the same is deafening.
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Kicking the leg of Jaejun’s chair, he slaps him again, this time with the back of his hand, on another cheek. He makes sure that the bulky rings adorning his fingers scratch the skin.
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Jaejun whimpers like a dog.
“Give me a name Jaejun, I’ll make sure that no one will be left to mourn.”
His tone was menacingly low; with his words being delivered in a growl due to the rage consuming him.
“Give me a name Jaejun, I’ll make sure that no one will be left to mourn.”
His tone was menacingly low; with his words being delivered in a growl due to the rage consuming him.
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The boy shook his head, even though his frame was shivering in fear.
“V, leave him for now –”
Namjoon’s advice was cut off by the sound of three gυnsh0ts echoing among the walls of the basement.
“V, leave him for now –”
Namjoon’s advice was cut off by the sound of three gυnsh0ts echoing among the walls of the basement.
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Taehyung had sh0t Jaejun in the cr0tch, his heart and the forehead.
Some blo0d spattered on his face, but the mob boss didn’t care. These days he has been giving into his impulses, because each ounce of fury he should be feeling amounts to tenfold during the past month.
Some blo0d spattered on his face, but the mob boss didn’t care. These days he has been giving into his impulses, because each ounce of fury he should be feeling amounts to tenfold during the past month.
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“Clean this up,” he mutters, running his hand through his face, wiping the blood on his eyelids.
As he turns to leave, Taehyung feels a hand on his shoulder. +
As he turns to leave, Taehyung feels a hand on his shoulder. +
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Twisting his head, he sees Namjoon with a frown on his face, “Why the hell did you k!ll him? We needed to know who sent him –”
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“I’ll find it myself, this fυcker was pissing me off,” the mob boss cut him off rudely.
His right hand man wasn’t convinced, “Choi Sangtae’s son is still out on the streets, if you can’t get a hold of yourself –”
His right hand man wasn’t convinced, “Choi Sangtae’s son is still out on the streets, if you can’t get a hold of yourself –”
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In an instant, Taehyung twisted Namjoon’s wrist, bringing him closer to grip his jaw harshly, “Do you wish to d!e next?”
Namjoon’s annoyance had morphed into something akin to hurt and that made Taehyung step back, getting a reality check himself.
Namjoon’s annoyance had morphed into something akin to hurt and that made Taehyung step back, getting a reality check himself.
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Storming out of the basement, Taehyung wanted to shut off his mind.
He didn’t want to think about whatever was happening around him. He didn’t want to think about how he had been reacting –
He didn’t want to think about whatever was happening around him. He didn’t want to think about how he had been reacting –
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He didn’t want to think about /him/.
But who is he kidding? It’s impossible, for Jeongguk has never escaped his thoughts in the past three years.
But who is he kidding? It’s impossible, for Jeongguk has never escaped his thoughts in the past three years.
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The three years of their relationship, where Taehyung gave his all.
And yet he was left with nothing.
He was left crying on his knees.
With a ring, which was exactly the size of Jeongguk’s ring finger, begging to not be left alone.
And yet he was left with nothing.
He was left crying on his knees.
With a ring, which was exactly the size of Jeongguk’s ring finger, begging to not be left alone.
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‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧ One month ago ✧˚₊‧⋆‧
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Jeongguk had been feeling particularly stressed with his work commitments for the past week. While it happens quite often due to the responsibilities that come with being a police officer, usually Taehyung’s methods to cheer him up work, taking a day or two at max.
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However, this time taking the younger one out on a picnic, arcade or a resort didn’t work. Every time Taehyung tried to make him open up about what was bothering him, Jeongguk only shrugged it off.
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Knowing that cornering his boyfriend wouldn’t give him a fruitful result, Taehyung dropped the matter altogether. He still made sure to comfort and reassure Jeongguk in all ways possible.
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Due to the contrast in their jobs, with Taehyung being a mob boss and Jeongguk being a police officer, the younger had expressed displeasure at the possibility of dating Taehyung after he got to know who exactly he is.
But how long could he have resisted Taehyung’s charms?
But how long could he have resisted Taehyung’s charms?
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At last, Jeongguk surrendered and fell into the mob boss’s embrace. Taehyung can confidently regard it as the best day of his life.
His love for Jeongguk only grew in the past three years. Despite their seven year age gap, both of them were understanding of each other’s wants +
His love for Jeongguk only grew in the past three years. Despite their seven year age gap, both of them were understanding of each other’s wants +
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and needs.
Before Jeongguk came into his life, Taehyung really didn’t believe in love. He always thought it’s a distraction for people who want to escape the harsh reality of life, +
Before Jeongguk came into his life, Taehyung really didn’t believe in love. He always thought it’s a distraction for people who want to escape the harsh reality of life, +
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by living in a delusion that they will find someone who will cherish them the way they deserve to be taken care of.
The police officer fundamentally changed his life, his views on love.
For the best, that is.
The police officer fundamentally changed his life, his views on love.
For the best, that is.
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Taehyung can still recall how he had expressed his uncertainty over Jeongguk accepting him because he was adamant with his refusal earlier.
The younger had kissed his knuckles, and he spoke a few words that made him understand what love is.
The younger had kissed his knuckles, and he spoke a few words that made him understand what love is.
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/“No matter what you do with these hands in the day, if at night, you love me with them, then it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”/
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It still gives him goosebumps.
Knowing that Jeongguk is the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with, when he sees a jewelry store in passing; Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to step in and buy a ring for his boyfr – no future fiancé and /future/ future husband.
Knowing that Jeongguk is the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with, when he sees a jewelry store in passing; Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to step in and buy a ring for his boyfr – no future fiancé and /future/ future husband.
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He knows that the younger is only twenty four and that is definitely considered a young age to get married, so he’s ready to settle with the label of fiancés until Jeongguk is ready.
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Taehyung doesn’t give a single thought to the possibility of the police officer rejecting his proposal because he /knows/, he knows damn well how much Jeongguk loves him.
The younger verbalizes the sentiment way too often, it’s endearing.
The younger verbalizes the sentiment way too often, it’s endearing.
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But Taehyung feels that the love is being transmitted from Jeongguk’s heart to his own.
He feels it every time he wakes up with kisses being peppered on his face.
He feels it every time he wakes up with kisses being peppered on his face.
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He feels it when he melts in Jeongguk’s arms after a long day, while his boyfriend reprimands him after seeing his wounds.
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He feels it when Jeongguk’s face lights up as his eyes fall on him. It’s as if his happiness is not a nine lettered word.
His happiness comprises eight letters and looks exactly like Taehyung.
His happiness comprises eight letters and looks exactly like Taehyung.
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So when the mob boss takes him out for a dinner date on the weekend to cheer up Jeongguk, his hands keep inching towards his pocket where the velvet box is kept.
He doesn’t even know why he bought it to the restaurant. Tarhyung has nothing prepared, no words, no lightning –
He doesn’t even know why he bought it to the restaurant. Tarhyung has nothing prepared, no words, no lightning –
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“ – re you listening? Hyung?”
Taehyung's stupor breaks, he smiles seeing the pout on Jeongguk’s face, “Sorry, I got zoned out.”
Taehyung's stupor breaks, he smiles seeing the pout on Jeongguk’s face, “Sorry, I got zoned out.”
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“The stew is a little spicy, don’t have it,” he cautioned him, taking the bowl away from Taehyung and bringing it to himself.
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Taehyung nodded his head, “Thank you, little one.”
“What would you do without me?” Jeongguk sighs, annoyed.
The mob boss hides his fond smile behind the rim of his wine glass, “I’ll lose myself or probably /d!e/.”
“What would you do without me?” Jeongguk sighs, annoyed.
The mob boss hides his fond smile behind the rim of his wine glass, “I’ll lose myself or probably /d!e/.”
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Jeongguk looked up, his face appalled, “Don’t say that.”
“I only speak the truth, my love,”
The police officer poked his cheek with his tongue, “I forbid you to talk about anything related to de@th.”
“I only speak the truth, my love,”
The police officer poked his cheek with his tongue, “I forbid you to talk about anything related to de@th.”
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Taehyung raises his hands in surrender, “Don’t talk like this, makes me all hot and bothered.”
He pretended to not see the light pink dusting Jeongguk’s cheeks and resumed eating.
He pretended to not see the light pink dusting Jeongguk’s cheeks and resumed eating.
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It was only when their bill was settled that Jeongguk offered him his hand, “They have a garden outside, let’s go for a stroll?”
The velvet box felt heavy in his pocket, as if it was ready to come out of his pocket any minute.
The velvet box felt heavy in his pocket, as if it was ready to come out of his pocket any minute.
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Taehyung’s heart beat thrummed loudly, he slipped his hand in the younger’s, “Yes, of course.”
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Jeongguk had a serene smile on his face as they stepped out in the garden. The moon light made his features glow and even if he wanted to, Taehyung could never look away.
“Why are your palms sweaty?”
“Why are your palms sweaty?”
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Taehyung ripped his hand away from the younger’s, laughing nervously, as he wiped his palms over his pants, “It’s a little hot.”
Jeongguk gave him a confused look, “Are you alright? Should we go home? You look sick –”
Jeongguk gave him a confused look, “Are you alright? Should we go home? You look sick –”
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The mob boss shook his head, mentally cursing himself, “No! I’m fine.”
The couple walked towards the gazebo while Taehyung was trying to form words in his head. There was a yellow lamp in the middle of the gazebo, which gave an aesthetic look to the sitting area inside it.
The couple walked towards the gazebo while Taehyung was trying to form words in his head. There was a yellow lamp in the middle of the gazebo, which gave an aesthetic look to the sitting area inside it.
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Taehyung turned to the younger, “Jeongguk.”
His boyfriend raised a brow at him. The night breeze swept his hair, giving him an angelic look as he smiled softly at Taehyung.
His boyfriend raised a brow at him. The night breeze swept his hair, giving him an angelic look as he smiled softly at Taehyung.
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“I – um – I love you,” he stuttered pathetically.
Jeongguk stepped closer to him, “I love you more.”
Jeongguk stepped closer to him, “I love you more.”
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The mob boss licked his lips, stretching his hands to hold Jeongguk’s, squeezing them for his own comfort, “You already know I don’t have much certainties in my life, I cannot to know what will remain with me in the future,” +
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he gulped, “but when I think about the future, I know I want you there by my side.”
The younger’s small smile withered, with his features twisting into a serious expression instead.
The younger’s small smile withered, with his features twisting into a serious expression instead.
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Taehyung continued, undeterred, “Before you came into my life, I never thought that I would be able to have someone by my side, that I would be able to love someone so much that even the thought of them being in danger makes me feel like dy!ng myself,”+
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he laughed a little, looking straight into the younger’s eyes, “I want to grow old with you, little one.”
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Taking a deep breath, Taehyung took out the velvet box from his pocket and dropped on his right knee. Opening the box, he took out the ring and looked up at Jeongguk’s shocked face, +
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“I know you’re young for marriage, but you’re the only one for me. We can be fiancés until you feel ready enough to finally walk down the aisle.”
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The mob boss felt his vision blurring, “Will you marry me, Jeongguk?”
“Tae – I’m,” he heard Jeongguk sob, “/I can’t/.”
“Tae – I’m,” he heard Jeongguk sob, “/I can’t/.”
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Taehyung’s heart dropped. He wiped his tears to see how Jeongguk took a step back, with terror written all over his face, “Hey, love –”
“No, no I can’t get married to you, hyung,” Jeongguk raised his voice.
“No, no I can’t get married to you, hyung,” Jeongguk raised his voice.
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The mob boss tried to raise himself on his feet, but he felt his whole frame trembling, “Why…w-why baby?”
He saw Jeongguk running a hand over his face while his tears didn’t stop rolling down his cheeks.
He saw Jeongguk running a hand over his face while his tears didn’t stop rolling down his cheeks.
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“Every – every police station in Seoul is tirelessly working to catch you. Most of my supervisors are making attempts day and night, if it means that V and his clan will not be out in the streets anymore.”
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Now, it was adding up in his head. Maybe this was the reason why Jeongguk has been feeling stressed for the past few days.
Taehyung shook his head, trying to muster a smile, “They can’t do anything to me, Guk. I’ve been invincible for years.”
Taehyung shook his head, trying to muster a smile, “They can’t do anything to me, Guk. I’ve been invincible for years.”
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He stood up, bridging the gap between him and Jeongguk, only to halt midway after hearing the younger, “I feel guilty every night I sleep in your arms. I feel like an impostor, Tae. I….I don't know what to do, what’s right or what’s wrong….I can’t.”
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Jeongguk sank to his knees, raising a hand; a clear indication that he doesn’t want Taehyung to come closer.
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The mob boss has had a bυllet lodged in his chest twice, he has been in fights where it took him weeks to recover, but the excruciating pain in his chest that is spreading throughout his whole body right now, doesn’t come close to any physical harm ever inflicted upon him.
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He can hear his heart shattering in his chest as Jeongguk continues to cry.
Instead of stepping closer to the younger, he drops on his knees right where he is standing.
Instead of stepping closer to the younger, he drops on his knees right where he is standing.
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“Don’t I deserve love? What is wrong with me wanting to have something everyone craves? Am I that much of a m-monster?”
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Taehyung’s voice wobbled, and he felt as if a stone was lodged inside his throat. Jeongguk’s sobbing had turned into sniffles, and the mob boss couldn’t help but inch closer just to look at the younger properly.
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“Don’t y-you love me, baby? Bec-Because I lov –”
Jeongguk’s voice was sharp as he cut him off, “Love isn’t always enough.”
Jeongguk’s voice was sharp as he cut him off, “Love isn’t always enough.”
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A whimper bubbled in the elder’s throat but he didn’t let it escape his lips. Jeongguk’s eyes were teary but he had a feral glint in them.
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“I used to love my job before you came into my life,” Jeongguk chuckled, humorlessly, “I’ve always wanted to fight for the good,” he raked a hand through his hair, “That had been the goal of my life for years, Tae.”
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The police officer raised himself, “There has been a recent upsurge, new forces are being formed to find you after you took over the Choi clan…..I can’t keep lying to m-myself anymore.”
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Taehyung laughed but it sounded like a desperate plea instead, “Being true to yourself is leaving me, huh?”
The mob boss looked up to see a veil of indifference on Jeongguk’s face.
The mob boss looked up to see a veil of indifference on Jeongguk’s face.
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“I don’t want to be in a position where the choice is between you and m-my duty,” the younger enunciated, his voice icy cold.
Taehyung snorted, wiping his under eye, “Because I’m not w-worth fighting for. Am I?”
Taehyung snorted, wiping his under eye, “Because I’m not w-worth fighting for. Am I?”
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The younger’s eyes matched his, “The only way to fight for you, is to leave my job.”
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His fists clenched at the implication of Jeongguk’s words, “And I’m not worth that, right? I’ve devoted three years of my life to y-you, to /us/, Jeongguk!” He raised his voice, only to end up sobbing, with his head in hands.
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“And I’ve dedicated /half/ of my life to wear that uniform,” the police officer exploded in retaliation. Once Jeongguk realized his outburst, he walked closer to Taehyung, “Go off the radar, Tae.”
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Taehyung never knew that a pain like this existed, that heartache could create wounds that never stop bleeding.
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He lifted his gaze to see concern swimming in the younger’s eyes. Glancing at the ring in his palms, he looked at Jeongguk again, “Leave me, Jeongguk. Take care of yourself.”
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As Jeongguk walked away from him, Taehyung could feel every cell in his heart begging to not feel the ache which was consuming him wholly.
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What his heart didn’t know was that it would only get worse from there. It would only get desperate for the comfort it had in the past three years.
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Taehyung has touched de@th and come back to life, multiple times.
However, that day was the first time he felt like he had reached hell already.
However, that day was the first time he felt like he had reached hell already.
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‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧Back to present. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧
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Jeongguk was packing up for the day, bidding farewell to his colleagues, he stepped out of the police station to walk towards the parking lot.
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Once he’s seated in his car, the police officer leans back in his seat to breathe a little. His eyes stray towards the lucky charm hanging from his rear view mirror.
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It’s a bunny plushie keychain, with stars hanging around it.
The heels of his palms dig in his eyes as he tries to stop his thought process from going haywire. It’s always when he’s done with work that thoughts about Taehyung flood his mind.
The heels of his palms dig in his eyes as he tries to stop his thought process from going haywire. It’s always when he’s done with work that thoughts about Taehyung flood his mind.
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It’s not like he doesn’t miss him, or crave his presence throughout the day, but when there’s no one around him, no responsibilities on his shoulders or more specifically when he’s alone, Jeongguk remembers how it feels to be coddled all the way back home from work.
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He remembers how Taehyung would sometimes take him out or cook for him, while they would converse about their day.
Love is always about the simple things.
Love is always about the simple things.
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Like getting a forehead kiss, or maybe a tight hug before he sleeps.
It’s how Taehyung would always remind him to charge his phone before he gives into the slumber or how he makes sure to stock the refrigerator with lemon kombucha because it’s Jeongguk’s favorite.
It’s how Taehyung would always remind him to charge his phone before he gives into the slumber or how he makes sure to stock the refrigerator with lemon kombucha because it’s Jeongguk’s favorite.
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Jeongguk sucks in a breath, his palm stretching to caress the lucky charm, “I’m sorry, I love you.”
He can’t even begin to think about how he felt when Taehyung proposed to him.
He can’t even begin to think about how he felt when Taehyung proposed to him.
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From day one, Jeongguk had known that he was the only person to catch Taehyung’s eyes. He knew that Taehyung was smitten since the day he laid his eyes on the officer.
Slowly maybe, but the younger fell for the mob boss too, much much harder than Taehyung though.
Slowly maybe, but the younger fell for the mob boss too, much much harder than Taehyung though.
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Hard enough that Jeongguk would rather break his heart than let any harm reach him.
It has been a diabolical experience for the officer to see everyone around him working hard to get any intel on Taehyung while he himself was the biggest intel, working among them.
It has been a diabolical experience for the officer to see everyone around him working hard to get any intel on Taehyung while he himself was the biggest intel, working among them.
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Spending three years with Taehyung, he never made the choice to ask his boyfriend about the day to day details of his work, he didn’t wish to know that.
But working as a police officer, one way or the other he’d get to know about it.
But working as a police officer, one way or the other he’d get to know about it.
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It was bearable until recently, however, as he saw new forces being formed, higher ups flooding police stations to have meetings with supervisors, he knew that it was time to take a step.
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Jeongguk has zero clue whether he and Taehyung can ever go back to what they were, but he’d rather stay away from his love than see him behind the bars.
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He’s about to start the car when his phone rings.
The screen flashes with an unknown number as he takes the device out of his pocket. He frowns, contemplating for some moments before accepting the call.
“Hello?”
The screen flashes with an unknown number as he takes the device out of his pocket. He frowns, contemplating for some moments before accepting the call.
“Hello?”
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“Is this Officer Jeon Jeongguk?”
A gruff voice reaches his ears.
“Yes?”
He hears a throat clearing, “I have important intel on the drυg cartels of Choi Sangtae.”
A gruff voice reaches his ears.
“Yes?”
He hears a throat clearing, “I have important intel on the drυg cartels of Choi Sangtae.”
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Choi Sangtae used to run the Choi clan before it was taken over by Taehyung.
Jeongguk looked in the rear view mirror out of instinct, “He’s de@d though.”
Jeongguk looked in the rear view mirror out of instinct, “He’s de@d though.”
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“The supply hasn’t stopped yet.”
The officer sighed, “Who’s leading it? Someone from the clan –”
“I’ll text you the address, meet me there.”
The officer sighed, “Who’s leading it? Someone from the clan –”
“I’ll text you the address, meet me there.”
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“Wait –”
He hears the beep as the man hangs up.
Jeongguk pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s not out of the blue to receive a call like this, but it is definitely surprising that the caller knew the real name of the Choi clan’s head.
He hears the beep as the man hangs up.
Jeongguk pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s not out of the blue to receive a call like this, but it is definitely surprising that the caller knew the real name of the Choi clan’s head.
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For safety purposes, all such mob empire heads have code names, so the man knowing who Choi Sangtae is, and that the police are after his drug cartels is indeed suspicious.
His phone pings with a text, and Jeongguk taps on the notification immediately.
His phone pings with a text, and Jeongguk taps on the notification immediately.
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The location describes a farmhouse in Hannam-dong, it’s only a twenty minute drive from the police station.
Jeongguk lets his head fall on the steering wheel in exasperation, “Fυck this.”
Jeongguk lets his head fall on the steering wheel in exasperation, “Fυck this.”
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Shooting a message to Mr Kang, his supervisor, who must be returning from Incheon, Jeongguk sends him the location along with the intel.
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He starts his car, after checking the bullets in his gun.
“Here goes nothing,” the officer murmurs to himself, adding the location in his GPS.
“Here goes nothing,” the officer murmurs to himself, adding the location in his GPS.
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‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧
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It’s completely dark by the time he reaches his destination.
Jeongguk obtains his leather jacket from the backseat. Discarding the gun holster, he tucks his gun at the back of his belt, wearing his jacket so that it conceals the weapon.
Jeongguk obtains his leather jacket from the backseat. Discarding the gun holster, he tucks his gun at the back of his belt, wearing his jacket so that it conceals the weapon.
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The farmhouse seems to be surrounded by a good amount of trees. He moves through the backyard to see a door half open.
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Looking around cautiously, he walks with mute steps, making sure he doesn’t alert anyone with his presence.
The door opens to reveal a blond man, he’s wearing a white button up with black pants. He raises his eyebrows at Jeongguk, “Officer Jeon?”
The door opens to reveal a blond man, he’s wearing a white button up with black pants. He raises his eyebrows at Jeongguk, “Officer Jeon?”
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“Yeah,” he replies, not being able to see the man’s face properly.
“Give me a second,” the man says, opening his phone. Jeongguk stiffens, only to see him turning on his flash to see the officer.
“Give me a second,” the man says, opening his phone. Jeongguk stiffens, only to see him turning on his flash to see the officer.
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His hand itches to take his gυn out, so he clenches his fists instead as the man looks at him with the help of the flashlight. Jeongguk can see his sharp eyes, the mole on his throat and a scar on his cheek.
“Please come in –”
“Please come in –”
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Jeongguk shakes his head firmly, “No need, tell me what you want,” he insists, “here itself.”
The blond takes a step closer to him, and the officer’s whole frame tenses.
“Grab him.”
The blond takes a step closer to him, and the officer’s whole frame tenses.
“Grab him.”
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Before Jeongguk can make a move, there are two men by his side, holding his arms to make him immobile.
The officer grunts, his heart in his throat as they push him inside.
“Your face is familiar, but I cannot recall where I saw you,” he hears the man tsk disapprovingly.
The officer grunts, his heart in his throat as they push him inside.
“Your face is familiar, but I cannot recall where I saw you,” he hears the man tsk disapprovingly.
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Jeongguk tries to jab his elbow in the ribs of the man holding him on his right, but he fails, getting kicked in his knee instead.
The blond turns around to inspect his features, “Check him for we@pons.”
The blond turns around to inspect his features, “Check him for we@pons.”
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The officer tries squirming as the men holding him pat his legs, he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling helpless for a moment.
“Wait!”
The hands on his legs halt.
“Wait!”
The hands on his legs halt.
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Jeongguk’s eyes flutter open to see the blond’s features turned into an expression of astonishment.
“No fυcking way,” he stares at the officer before tapping on his phone hurriedly.
“No fυcking way,” he stares at the officer before tapping on his phone hurriedly.
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His gut twists as the man chuckles loudly, throwing his head back, after gazing at his phone screen, “That bast@rd Jaejun was actually of use?” He laughs, clapping in glee. The happiness on his face makes Jeongguk want to retch.
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The blond pockets his phone, taking a few steps to stand right in front of the officer.
“You’re V’s boyfriend, aren’t you?”
Jeongguk’s heart sinks in his chest, his eyes widen on their own accord, unable to contain how shocked he’s feeling.
“You’re V’s boyfriend, aren’t you?”
Jeongguk’s heart sinks in his chest, his eyes widen on their own accord, unable to contain how shocked he’s feeling.
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“That’s not t-true, I’m an officer for fuck’s sake –”
The blonde smirks, “I have hit the fucking jackpot today,” he sneers, cutting him off.
“Knock him out, boys. We’re going to have Satan on his knees today.”
The blonde smirks, “I have hit the fucking jackpot today,” he sneers, cutting him off.
“Knock him out, boys. We’re going to have Satan on his knees today.”
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Jeongguk’s mouth parts in a soundless scream as he feels a harsh impact on the back of his head, before his vision goes black.
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Taehyung steps inside the mansion, unbuttoning a few top buttons of his shirt. Climbing the stairs, he’s on his way to the room when Namjoon comes in front of him.
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The mob boss is in no mood to have a conversation with him, so he tries to step away but Namjoon seems to be adamant as he stares at him.
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“I’m tired, Joon plea –”
“The phone number in Jaejun’s call log went active a few minutes ago,” his right hand man cuts him off in urgency.
Taehyung stills, “Can you trace it?”
“The phone number in Jaejun’s call log went active a few minutes ago,” his right hand man cuts him off in urgency.
Taehyung stills, “Can you trace it?”
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“I tried but it wasn’t fruitful, let me try again.”
He follows Namjoon to his work space, closing the door behind him. He sits on his chair, opening Jaejun’s phone and his own laptop.
He follows Namjoon to his work space, closing the door behind him. He sits on his chair, opening Jaejun’s phone and his own laptop.
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“Can’t you recover any texts he sent on this number?”
Namjoon sighed in reply, “Nah, he was smart with it.”
Taehyung leaned against the wall, staring at Namjoon typing on his laptop.
Namjoon sighed in reply, “Nah, he was smart with it.”
Taehyung leaned against the wall, staring at Namjoon typing on his laptop.
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The loud ringing of a phone makes both of them jump. The mob boss, checks his pocket to see if it’s his phone and then turns to Namjoon –
“Jaejun’s phone is ringing.”
“Jaejun’s phone is ringing.”
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Taehyung rushes towards him, to have a better look at the phone screen, “Isn’t this the number in his call log?”
He received a nod of Namjoon’s head, “Yes, yes it is.”
The mob boss accepts the call, putting it on speaker.
He received a nod of Namjoon’s head, “Yes, yes it is.”
The mob boss accepts the call, putting it on speaker.
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“Who the fυck are you?”
Taehyung’s angry question receives a chuckle from the other side.
“As welcoming as always, V.”
His blood boils at the man’s cool tone.
Taehyung’s angry question receives a chuckle from the other side.
“As welcoming as always, V.”
His blood boils at the man’s cool tone.
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Taehyung inhales deeply, his jaw ticking, “Answer my question.”
“I can give you a hint?” He giggles, “Your hands are stained with my appa’s blo0d,” the happy tone of his voice takes a one-eighty turn.
“I can give you a hint?” He giggles, “Your hands are stained with my appa’s blo0d,” the happy tone of his voice takes a one-eighty turn.
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He exchanges a glance with Namjoon, before speaking again, “You think I remember everyone I k!lle –”
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“You don’t?” His voice is dangerously low, “Let me send you a picture, maybe you’ll remember.”
Taehyung’s a little intimidated, he’d give the guy some credit.
When the phone vibrates with a notification, the mob boss clicks on it impatiently.
His throat constricts.
Taehyung’s a little intimidated, he’d give the guy some credit.
When the phone vibrates with a notification, the mob boss clicks on it impatiently.
His throat constricts.
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The phone threatens to fall from his hand as his fingers tremble after seeing the picture.
It’s his –
It’s Jeongguk.
It’s his –
It’s Jeongguk.
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He’s tied to a chair, with a bleeding wound on his forehead, his head lowered due to unconsciousness.
“Make sure to never forget my name,” he hears a growl from the line, “It’s /Choi Sungmin/, bast@rd.”
“Make sure to never forget my name,” he hears a growl from the line, “It’s /Choi Sungmin/, bast@rd.”
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He hears him hang up, with a beep resonating in the silence of the room.
It’s after a few moments of stupefaction that Taehyung gathers his wits. There’s another text, with the address written.
It’s after a few moments of stupefaction that Taehyung gathers his wits. There’s another text, with the address written.
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The mob boss is quick on his feet to move, before Namjoon holds his elbow, “Let me gather everyone, don’t leave –”
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Taehyung twists his body to face him completely, “I will burn the fuc/king city if something happens to him, Joon……I’ve lost m-myself halfway and I’ll lose my soul completely if any harm reaches Jeongguk,” his voice shakes,+
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but Taehyung wills himself not to cry, no matter how scared he feels, “Let me walk into the pits of hell if I can rescue someone so precious to m-me.”
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Taehyung had assumed that Jeongguk took away his capability of feeling anything but rage, when he left him.
It’s only now when Jeongguk has landed himself in danger, he remembers how it feels to be scared.
Scared of losing his precious one forever.
It’s only now when Jeongguk has landed himself in danger, he remembers how it feels to be scared.
Scared of losing his precious one forever.
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Namjoon’s features contort into pain, he throws his arms around Taehyung to squeeze him in a hug, “You’re not going to lose him, Tae. You won’t.”
He really hopes the same.
He really hopes the same.
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Because losing Jeongguk means there’s nothing worth living for anymore.
His life will lose its purpose, as will his body lose its heart.
His life will lose its purpose, as will his body lose its heart.
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Taehyung feels all sorts of emotions consuming him as he reaches the place mentioned in the address. Climbing out of the car, he removes the safety of his gυn, inspecting his surroundings.
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From the corner of his eye, he sees Namjoon instructing their men to surround the farmhouse. They will be on Taehyung’s beck and call after he gives them a signal.
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Hearing noises from the backyard, he makes his way towards it. Noticing the backdoor, Taehyung kicks it open, with his gun pointing in the front.
The door opens to reveal a blond mop of hair, its only when the man steps in light, the mob boss realizes who he is.
The door opens to reveal a blond mop of hair, its only when the man steps in light, the mob boss realizes who he is.
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“Sungmin,” he breathed, clutching his gun tighter after seeing no weapons in his hands.
But his biggest weapon is inside, tied to a chair. Big enough for him to make Taehyung submit.
God, his chest burns at the reminder.
But his biggest weapon is inside, tied to a chair. Big enough for him to make Taehyung submit.
God, his chest burns at the reminder.
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“Come inside, I have a souvenir for you,” he says as if Taehyung is a guest and he’s welcoming him inside his humble abode. The smugness of his movements makes Taehyung want to bash the blond’s head against the nearest wall.
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He’s extremely alert, but Taehyung also knows that Sungmin won’t kill him. Not before he makes a spectacle out of it.
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His breath hitches seeing two men surrounding a chair, as if it’s a surprise which will be revealed soon. It makes Taehyung sick, he feels the urge to choke the life out of Sungmin after seeing his eyes sparkle.
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“Let him see, boys,” he claps his hands.
The men move aside, and the sight makes the air escape Taehyung’s lungs.
The men move aside, and the sight makes the air escape Taehyung’s lungs.
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Jeongguk looks almost the same as he did in the picture, except his eyes look more focused. Blood drips from his lip on his jacket and Taehyung’s frame trembles with fury.
The injuries don’t look fatal on the outside but even a scratch on his little one is enough to piss him off
The injuries don’t look fatal on the outside but even a scratch on his little one is enough to piss him off
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“Leave Jeongguk out of this! He isn’t with me anymore.”
Sungmin laughs, clicking his fingers to see the men pointing their guns at Jeongguk, “Then why did you come here? /Leave/, if you don’t give a fuck.”
Sungmin laughs, clicking his fingers to see the men pointing their guns at Jeongguk, “Then why did you come here? /Leave/, if you don’t give a fuck.”
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Taehyung’s hand is on the blond’s neck in a second, “I will fucking end –”
“Tae – Tae, stop.”
“Tae – Tae, stop.”
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His head snaps to the left, hearing Jeongguk’s plea. One of the men has Jeongguk’s jaw in a death grip and he’s removing the safety of his gun, pressing the muzzle against his love’s forehead.
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His heart shatters seeing Jeongguk looking at him with pleading eyes.
In that moment of weakness, Taehyung’s stupor is broken by a kick delivered to his ribs. The mob boss grunts, as his back makes contact with the ground.
In that moment of weakness, Taehyung’s stupor is broken by a kick delivered to his ribs. The mob boss grunts, as his back makes contact with the ground.
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Recovering from the impact, he grabs his gun to fire a bullet as a signal for his men to come rushing inside the makeshift godown.
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It’s satisfying to see horror filling Sungmin’s features as he grasps at the gravity of the situation. Taehyung makes a beeline towards Jeongguk, with the men surrounding him quaking in their boots already.
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Taking another gun from Namjoon, he pulls the triggers simultaneously aiming for their heads to knock them out together.
Taehyung kneels in front of Jeongguk, untying his hands and feet, with a quiver in his fingers.
Taehyung kneels in front of Jeongguk, untying his hands and feet, with a quiver in his fingers.
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“We’re going to dispose off their bodies, V,” he hears Namjoon’s voice, not registering it with much attention but nodding in reply.
His eyes burn seeing how Jeongguk winces.
Hearing their resounding footsteps, he helps Jeongguk to raise himself on his feet.
His eyes burn seeing how Jeongguk winces.
Hearing their resounding footsteps, he helps Jeongguk to raise himself on his feet.
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“Are you okay? Jeongguk I was so scared –”
The younger nodded, his eyes roaming over Taehyung’s face as if he was taking him in, drinking up his presence like he was starved too.
The younger nodded, his eyes roaming over Taehyung’s face as if he was taking him in, drinking up his presence like he was starved too.
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He wipes the blood from his lips, hissing at the slight sting, “I’m sorry you had to come because of me –”
Taehyung is about to retort, when he hears the door opening again.
The mob boss has reached his limit for today, “Who the fuck –”
Taehyung is about to retort, when he hears the door opening again.
The mob boss has reached his limit for today, “Who the fuck –”
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He turns towards the entrance with his gun pointing in the front, only to see a police officer stepping inside. He looks like a middle aged man, but Taehyung notices the recognition in his eyes when he notices Jeongguk behind him.
“Officer Jeon?”
“Officer Jeon?”
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He hears Jeongguk stepping aside to show himself, “Yes sir.”
Taehyung walks closer to the man, who’s probably Jeongguk’s supervisor, he sees the name ‘Jung Haein’ from the badge on his breast pocket.
Taehyung walks closer to the man, who’s probably Jeongguk’s supervisor, he sees the name ‘Jung Haein’ from the badge on his breast pocket.
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The position of Taehyung’s gun doesn’t falter, “Are you from the Choi clan?” He sees the officer, taking out his gun from the holster too.
There’s silence for a moment, as the mob boss thinks whether to kill Jeongguk’s supervisor or not.
“He’s V, sir.”
There’s silence for a moment, as the mob boss thinks whether to kill Jeongguk’s supervisor or not.
“He’s V, sir.”
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Taehyung’s head turns to Jeongguk, who has taken out his own gun as well. He feels something akin to betrayal spreading inside him, as he sees the younger removing the safety from his gun, pointing it straight at the mob boss.
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Jeongguk moves closer to him, holding his one palm open for Taehyung to surrender and give him his gun.
He feels frozen, as if a bucket of ice water was poured on him.
He feels frozen, as if a bucket of ice water was poured on him.
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His love’s face gives away nothing and Taehyung doesn’t know what to do anymore. He feels numb seeing Jeongguk’s police gun being pointed at him.
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When Jeongguk is only a step away from him, with his gun an inch away from Taehyung’s forehead with a finger on the trigger, he hears Haein say, “Do it, Jeongguk.”
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There’s a moment where he looks into Jeongguk’s eyes and then at the gun pointing at him. He realizes something in that moment.
Must he die, at least he has the privilege to have Jeongguk, /his precious/ as the last person he sees.
Must he die, at least he has the privilege to have Jeongguk, /his precious/ as the last person he sees.
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Must he d!e, at least it’s his love stabbing him from the front.
Taehyung closes his eyes, an ‘I love you’ lying at the tip of his tongue, but the words choke him instead.
Taehyung closes his eyes, an ‘I love you’ lying at the tip of his tongue, but the words choke him instead.
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Opening his eyes, he nods at the younger and hands him his gun.
Closing them again, he takes a deep breath.
A gunshot echoes among the walls of the godown.
And he waits for de@th to take him.
Closing them again, he takes a deep breath.
A gunshot echoes among the walls of the godown.
And he waits for de@th to take him.
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(nope i'm not that cruel :>)
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Jeongguk doesn’t know how he does it, but he manages to point his gun at Taehyung.
It feels like phantom hands are choking him as he sees how Taehyung surrenders to him. He doesn’t want to feel this pain, he doesn’t want to see the man he loves proving that his love /is enough/.
It feels like phantom hands are choking him as he sees how Taehyung surrenders to him. He doesn’t want to feel this pain, he doesn’t want to see the man he loves proving that his love /is enough/.
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It is only when he obtains Taehyung’s gun and sees him close his eyes, Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate.
He uses Taehyung’s gun and pulls the trigger.
He uses Taehyung’s gun and pulls the trigger.
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Haein’s body hits the ground, when he turns the gun towards him, right before pulling the trigger; and Jeongguk can finally breathe.
Since he fires straight at his heart, his supervisor dies immediately.
Since he fires straight at his heart, his supervisor dies immediately.
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Taehyung looks shocked to see that he didn’t die. In a fit of rage, he throws away his gun, to grab the mob boss’s collar, “Are you crazy?” He screams right at his face, “did you think I would /k!ll/ y-you?”
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Jeongguk heaves a sob, hitting Taehyung’s chest, “Don’t you t-trust me, you fucking assh-h0le.”
He softens seeing silent tears streaming down the elder’s face, but he sports a faint smile, “It’s okay, my love. I would have gladly di –”
He softens seeing silent tears streaming down the elder’s face, but he sports a faint smile, “It’s okay, my love. I would have gladly di –”
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“Shut the fuck up,” Jeongguk yells, his chest heaving up and down as he cries.
Cupping Taehyung’s cheeks, he pressed kisses over Taehyung’s tears, making sure to peck his forehead, eyelids, and nose. He murmurs ‘I’m sorry’ every time his lips touch Taehyung’s skin.
Cupping Taehyung’s cheeks, he pressed kisses over Taehyung’s tears, making sure to peck his forehead, eyelids, and nose. He murmurs ‘I’m sorry’ every time his lips touch Taehyung’s skin.
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The mob boss cries harder, embracing Jeongguk with his arms around the officer’s waist. Using the pad of his thumb, he wipes Taehyung’s tears, “I’m sorry I love you. You are worth fighting for and you’re not a monster, I love you, I love you so much. I m-missed you.”
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Taehyung joins their lips together, his lips move firmly against Jeongguk’s. He can taste the salt of their tears, but Jeongguk doesn’t care. All he cares about is Taehyung’s hands holding him, his nose brushing against his and the love he feels with the simplest of the kisses.
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Peace floods his system, its like he's laying down on the most comfortable mattress after a month long period of working and working.
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When they break the kiss, Jeongguk looks at Haein’s body.
His supervisor was a good person, and didn’t deserve to be killed at all. But Jeongguk had to make a choice and he’s selfish.
His supervisor was a good person, and didn’t deserve to be killed at all. But Jeongguk had to make a choice and he’s selfish.
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Jeongguk isn't a good person either, but if it means that Taehyung is unharmed, he’d rather be called a monster himself.
“Call Namjoon and some of your men, tell them to bring the bodies back. Tell him to bring stuff to burn a place.”
“Call Namjoon and some of your men, tell them to bring the bodies back. Tell him to bring stuff to burn a place.”
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Taehyung obeys, while Jeongguk kneels to take out Haein’s phone to check his messages, if he informed someone about coming here. Sighing in relief, when he sees no such thing; Jeongguk turns off the location.
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The officer removes his jacket to unbutton his police uniform from underneath.
“Give me your locket, Tae.”
Taehyung unlocks the locket, with the V- shaped pendant hanging from the it and hands him the same.
“Give me your locket, Tae.”
Taehyung unlocks the locket, with the V- shaped pendant hanging from the it and hands him the same.
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Discarding his uniform shirt, he throws it aside along with Taehyung’s locket, he rips a part of his pants from his foot and keeps it on the ground. Zipping up his jacket, he turns to Taehyung who gets off of his phone.
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“I pointed the gun at you because Haein’s body could go for autopsy,” he stands up, “if the bullet from a police gun is recognised by them, it could lead to a scope of ambiguity.”
Taehyung nods, “I could have killed him myself, though.”
Taehyung nods, “I could have killed him myself, though.”
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Jeongguk locks their arms together, “I know,” he begins, “but if heaven, hell and the concept of afterlife exists, then I cannot let you go to hell alone.”
“You wanted to stain your hands with blood because you love me?” Taehyung asks, as if he can’t believe it.
“You wanted to stain your hands with blood because you love me?” Taehyung asks, as if he can’t believe it.
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“I can’t be a goody two shoes and love you at the same time, it’s contradictory, Tae.”
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Taehyung caresses his cheek, unadulterated wonder in his features, “Because you cannot stop loving me?”
“Because I can never stop loving you. And I will choose you every time.” Jeongguk agrees, with a wide grin on his face.
“Because I can never stop loving you. And I will choose you every time.” Jeongguk agrees, with a wide grin on his face.
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Their moment breaks as Namjoon and a flurry of men step inside, with the bodies in their arms. Jeongguk pulls away from Taehyung to address Namjoon, “Hyung, I need this place to be on fire. I’ve left my shirt and V’s locket here.”
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Namjoon’s eyes widened, “You want to fake yours and his death?”
Jeongguk nods instantly, “Is there anything else we should leave?”
“Both of your guns,” he replies, “If you plan on fleeing then don’t go home, Jeongguk and your car has to stay here.”
Jeongguk nods instantly, “Is there anything else we should leave?”
“Both of your guns,” he replies, “If you plan on fleeing then don’t go home, Jeongguk and your car has to stay here.”
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He nods, “Consider it done.”
“Joon, how long will it take to get a fake passport for Guk?”
Namjoon tilts his head, smiling at their joined hands, “Give me two days, love birds.”
“Joon, how long will it take to get a fake passport for Guk?”
Namjoon tilts his head, smiling at their joined hands, “Give me two days, love birds.”
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Jeongguk leans against Taehyung and feels whole, while his cheeks hurt.
Not from wounds, but from the permanent smile on his face.
Not from wounds, but from the permanent smile on his face.
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/Somewhere in Paris/
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“You are fucking crazy you know that?”
Jeongguk giggles, splattering the black paint over Taehyung’s pristine white shirt.
Jeongguk giggles, splattering the black paint over Taehyung’s pristine white shirt.
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He was indulging in one of his hobbies, while not giving any of his attention to his husband so Jeongguk acted on his intrusive thought.
“You are at fault for ignoring your hot muscular husband.”
“You are at fault for ignoring your hot muscular husband.”
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Jeongguk is seated on his lap, probably thinking of making a design to save the shirt. Taehyung is peering at him with a smile, “Oh? Is that so? May his highness forgive me for the atrocity I committed.”
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The younger keeps the brush aside, to hold Taehyung’s chin in his hand, the light stubble must tickle his fingers, “Should I make you suffer?” He whispers breathily over Taehyung’s lips.
Taehyung’s hands slide to Jeongguk’s ass, “And what is my punishment?”
Taehyung’s hands slide to Jeongguk’s ass, “And what is my punishment?”
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His husband’s lips inch towards Taehyung’s ear, “No more cumming inside me.”
Jeongguk climbs out of his lap, running away after speaking his threat. Taehyung feels appalled, he stands up too, “What about fucking seven days a week, huh? Every hour, every minute my ass.”
Jeongguk climbs out of his lap, running away after speaking his threat. Taehyung feels appalled, he stands up too, “What about fucking seven days a week, huh? Every hour, every minute my ass.”
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“Hey! My ass is what gets bruised.”
Taehyung chases him, “And you like it.”
Their game comes to an end, when Taehyung successfully catches Jeongguk, trapping him against the kitchen counter, “You lose.”
Taehyung chases him, “And you like it.”
Their game comes to an end, when Taehyung successfully catches Jeongguk, trapping him against the kitchen counter, “You lose.”
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“Did I, really? I won in life, instead,” he declares before slotting their lips together.
And maybe they both won together.
And maybe they both won together.
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