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Episode 11

Taehyung stared at him with the utmost horror on his face and he began to fume. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, all in an effort to stop himself from exploding. He had gotten quite good at it over the years since his mother was so strict with him but something inside him just wasn’t allowing him to stay calm. "Why are you here then? Why didn't you just kill me? Why are you prolonging the inevitable?" Taehyung poured out the questions in angry fashion. The tattoed man pushed the boy up on the dresser with no warning. The end of his robe began to ride up his thighs and he gasped as he gripped them roughly. "I already told you, I'm not going to kill you. That is not what I meant when I said your ass was mine." He growled lowly but his eyes showed slight amusement. "Besides, death would be much too merciful for my business." Jungkook let go of Taehyung's legs and walked to the window, pushing the drapes aside with his rather large hands and quietly peering out. "And what exactly is your business?" Taehyung questioned as he wrapped the thin robe tightly around himself, afraid of being touched again. "Misery." A wicked grin spread across Jungkook's angelic features as he turned to stare him in the eyes. "Then why'd you kill Kellin if death is so merciful?" Taehyung retorted in curiosity, mostly. "Because you got me angry." He replied simply. "So you have anger management issues?" Taehyung said it out loud before he could stop himself. "I f*****g do not." "You definitely do." "Shut up." "You can't make me." "Yes I f*****g can." Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's forearm and spun him into his grasp. Without even allowing the boy to register their position, his lips crashed onto his. It was strange, feeling Jungkook's lips work against Taehyung's. The latter had never been kissed so he had nothing to compare it to. He didn't know whether it was considered good. It was just foreign, the whole situation. Taehyung was so stunned he didn't even pull away from him. The last thing he wanted was Jungkook's hands all over himself, right? When Jungkook pulled away, the blonde's cheeks were a flaming red color. He had stolen his first kiss and he was so angry and embarrassed he didn't know what to say. He was so dumbfounded, that for a moment he stared at him until he could conjure a coherent thought. "That was my first kiss, you fuck." Taehyung nearly hollered as he pushed against his chest. He hadn't even realized how angry he was until now. "Shut the hell up." Jungkook covered his mouth but instead of allowing him to have control, the other male bit his hand and he pulled away from him in surprise. Taehyung lurched for the door as soon as he let him go. But the ravenette slammed his body against his and pressed him into himself. The only thing that was between them was his thin robe. Taehyung didn't like it. He felt so exposed.

. "You f*****g won't tell your parents s**t. You hear me, bambi? If you tell them anything I'll f*****g kill them, you hear?" He shook the boy violently by the shoulders. Taehyung nodded as tears began to brim in his eyes. Jungkook was doing what he feared most, he was threatening his family. His family might be full of the most annoying and strict and ridiculous people in the world but they were his family. Taehyung might not openly admit it, in fact he might curse them behind their backs and sometimes wished they were never his family but he did care for them. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. Jungkook's hands left his body and when Taehyung opened his watery eyes, he was gone.

The balcony door was open and the curtains floated like ghosts in the air.

He was alone, and even more frazzled than before.