Chapter (21) Petal

"Memories can be the best and can be the worst anyone have.."

24/05/21

Rewritten :: 08/11/22

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Third person POV

"I spilled water on Y-yugyeom's work papers, so he struck me, his ring scratched me."

The mafia felt his ears buzzing from the words the blonde had told him a while ago. His heart, angry in his chest. Eyes blazing red.

Jungkook's stern footsteps filled the dark corridors in which he was walking, his polished shoes tapping against the floor, veins popping out on his forehead so the healthy locks bounced.

The male entered a dark room, two of his guards bowing at him as he nodded his head in acknowledgment, Jungkook waited for them to open the doors.

The wooden door opened and the raven's orbs fell on the sight of a bleeding Yugyeom in front of him, tied to a chair. When everyone thought the male was taken away by the cops, Jungkook's men were disguised as the officers, taking him away to one of their hideouts, away from the city.

The mafia saw red as the sight of the mark on Taehyung's skin and the blonde crying out in pain from the strike captured his brain, the male marched toward the other, landing a hard punch against his jaw, Yugyeom coughed up blood.

The mafia pulled on the bruised Male's collar and his ears got filled with all those painful cries of Taehyung of that day, of those brown orbs pooling with immense fear, of the tight hold on his arm to not let him go, to him, to Yugyeom, to the beast.

Repeated punches were thrown at his Yugyeom, Jungkook's own fist buzzing from pain but he never stopped.

"I trusted you so much! You fucking betrayed me! How dare you hurt him? Hurt my, petal! You hurted him! You abused him! You harassed him! You gave him pain!" Loud yells filled the room, the mafia's forehead shining from the sweat as he let go of Yugyeom who was looking at him with his half open eyes, face bloody.

Jungkook looked around for something to take out his rage on, lifting the metal rod from the floor and in the air to hit the man before a broken whisper filled his ears and he stopped.

"Why so a-angry, Jeon?" Yugyeom uttered, spitting out the blood, he stared at the mafia who looked more angry and grabbed his collar.

"Fucking bastard—" Jungkook started bit a snort from Yugyeom stopped him, he raised his eyebrows, leaving the other's collar who looked at him with a smirk lingering on his lips.

"I am a bastard, then what are you?" Yugyeom's voice churned something dangerous in Jungkook's orbs who looked at him with confusion.

"I broke Taehyung's trust, didn't you too?" A glint of evilness glinted in Yugyeom's orbs who gazed at Jungkook;

A man in love was the easiest to fool and a man in guilt was the easiest to break.

"I insulted him, I-i dragged him to bed, didn't you too?"

"You don't know where your husband is– opps– my apologies, your ex-husband– opps, again I am sorry!"

"Boys take him, he is all yours–" Jungkook  said, looking at the two bulky men who shared a look.

"I abused him, forced him, didn't you too?"

The blonde was pulled out from his worry and fear when a hard slap was placed over his bread cheeks, making the unshed tear slip down.

"Need a slap again?" The mafia's threatening voice filled his ears, looking up, the blonde found the other looking at him blankly as his heart got filled with fear.

"You saw fear in his eyes for me, wasn't it there for you too?"

"No! No– I-i was scared of you!" Taehyung uttered, breaking down into loud cries, his words making Jungkook freeze.

The blonde's hands reached to his head, shielding himself protectively as he thought Jungkook was going to hit him, Taehyung's body shook in fear and his eyes poured tears.

"He begged me and I didn't show any mercy, did you?"

"Pl-please, l-let him go.." The blonde sobbed against Jungkook's leg making the mafia feel weird in his chest.

All the incidents flashed from the past two months in front of the mafia like a movie as he stumbled back with a gasp, eyes losing their redness and burning, heart that was loudly pumping from anger now clenched tight from guilt.

Yugyeom smiled watching the mafia lose its focus, his manipulated brain creating more sentences to get the male broken more.

"There's no difference between you and me, Jungkook. We are the same. Fucking bastard! And that Taehyung a fucking bitch! Always ready to seduce men, tucking himself in pretty clothes for us to see." The mafia looked up at Yugyeom, tears holding onto his eyelashes for their dear life.

"Fucking slu—" A loud yell resonated throughout the room, the mafia sitting the rod straight to Yugyeom's head who fell into silence, heavy breahing followed from Jungkook.

The mafia threw the metal rod away as he hurried to his steps, bloody hands and a few drops of blood on his face. Jungkook entered in his black Mercedes-Benz, locking the car, he stared blankly into nothingness.

His charcoal orbs wavered to his own hands and on his face reflecting in the mirror, dirty blood on it. One, two and then another, soon a series of burning tears flowed from his eyes as Jungkook broke down into loud cries.

Punching the steering wheel again and again, Yugyeom's words resonated in his ears, Taehyung's cries resonated in his ear deaf to his own sobs. He broke him, and broke Taehyung's trust.

He was a beast, who didn't deserve anything in his life, not a family, not feeling, not happiness, no love. A memory still fresh in Jungkook's brain that caused him to cry out louder, after all the car's doors were locked, no one was there to see him, to see him breaking.

"I know– I know you will not hurt me– never, ever, Jungkook." Taehyung laughed, his husband rolling his eyes, a smile tugging on his rough lips.

"Love you more, petal." Jungkook whispered back.

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The mafia's eyes fluttered open in panic, sitting up straight, he blinked furiously. The male looked around himself, white curtains of the room flowing with wind, Jungkook rubbed his face.

Stopping in mid when saw his bandaged hand, he frowned at the white bandage, looking down and seeing the dried drops of paint on his still bare up, he realized, eyes widening as be stumbled to his feet. —Taehyung.

The mafia opened the door of his room to meet with a startled Jimin standing there, near to open the door, hands still in air, the elder glared at him.

But before the mafia could shout at the male and demand a reason for his appearance in his wing of the mansion, the mafia's squishy cheek was pulled by Jimin, making him yelp in pain and even if the mafia was double in strength, be could nothing but let his buff body dragged by a seemingly short one.

"A-ah.. l-leave—"

"You idiot! What the fuck was it last night, you got me and Yoongi worried sick! Taehyung was sleeping outside on the floor with tears and you were inside on the floor with tears!" Jimin yelled out, glaring at the raven, pushing him down to sit on the bed edge, himself sitting in front of him on a stool, not even once the elder let go of Jungkook's cheek.

At the mention of the blonde, a flash of worry raised in the mafia orbs but a yelp passed against his lips once again when Jimin grabbed his other cheek too.

"Thank god! Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon weren't here last night or they would have bury you alive, you stupid bunny!" A smack landed on Jungkook's head pretty hard, the male finding it difficult to decide on where to rub first, his cheeks or head to soothe the pain.

"T-taehyung, is he alright, I-i—" Jungkook started but was cut by a lump forming in his throat, Jimin's eyes softening, he smiled.

"Yes, he's alright. Yoon found him outside on the floor and shifted him to his room and because you didn't open the door or weren't replying, we got worried, so Yoongi got your room unlocked and shifted you to your own room." The elder finished, giving a look to Jungkook who looked down feeling bad for both the elders, and a glass of water was passed to his hand.

"Jungkook, don't do that again, please. We both were so worried and panicked." The male looked at the younger as he sighed and cupped his cheeks in his small hand, forcing Jungkook to meet his eyes.

"I don't know what it's about, Jungkook, as you never shared anything with anyone. But if it's about your heart, your feelings, your soul then decide to hear it, Kook. Don't make any assumptions by yourself, ignorance gives birth to misunderstanding Kook." Jimin hesitated but smiled when saw the younger looking at him with round doe eyes.

"Talk to him, Jungkook. Your heart, your feelings, if they say to let go, let go." Jimin paused, feeling Jungkook stiffened against his palm, as he continued.

"But if they say don't, then don't fucking let go, you are a damn mafia Jungkook, until your heart himself tell you to stop breathing for him, you can't stop. You can't."

The mafia's heart beat loudly inside his chest at his hyung's words, who stared deep into his orbs, before smiling and backing away from him. "Freshen up, Jungkook. Your breakfast will be served here." The mafia watched Jimin softly close the door and a breath escaped his lips, falling down back on the sheets back.

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"Where are you going?" The Male's steps halted as he turned around to see Yoongi looking at him with frowned eyebrows, behind him, everyone except the mafia sitting on the dining table, he smiled.

"I am going to my place, hyung. The one where me and Jaehyun were staying before." Taehyung uttered, his voice soft and eyes filled with emotion, the male missed his two room apartment. It was a rented place but also a place which gave Taehyung the comfort of home when he was alone with his son.

When Jaehyun had gone missing, the place's soul had left it. The blonde wondered after, nearly two months, how dirty his apartment would have gotten.

"Why?" Taehyung's trail of thoughts was broken when Yoongi raised his question, the blonde looking awkwardly at him.

"You are planning on leaving us?" Hoseok's voice was heard from behind and Taehyung stilled, his eyes widening slightly. Tongue coming out and wetting his lower lip as of the habit.

"N-no hyung, I-i mean, yes, no– I was thinking that, it's been a while since I and Jae are living here and Yugyeom is in prison too, I-i shouldn't burden you all anymo—" Taehyung stopped when a pair of shoes were in front of him as he was looking down, staring ahead, he gulped.

"Hyun–

"Say that again." Yoongi asked Taehyung, feeling his tongue tied,

"You really want to leave?" He asked again, and the blonde couldn't answer. As much as he wanted to live here with them, he didn't want to burden them and Jungkook.

A hand softly pat Taehyung's head, he looked up to find a Yoongi with gummy smile,

"Don't burden yourself with stupid thoughts, Tae. You and Jaehyun can never be a burden to us. Okay?" Taehyung smiled, nodding at his hyung softly.

"But hyung, I have some stuff can I bring it here, there isn't a lot just a few thin—

"Of course, you can Tae. The mansion is as much yours as ours." The blonde passed him a wide boxy grin, as he turned around to leave, not worrying about his son whom he checked upon sometime ago, the boy liking his Jimin-ssi a lot.

The blonde happily nodded, turning on his heels to leave but was stopped by Hoseok's voice, "Taehyung, you can't just leave.: the male uttered, watching the younger blinking confusingly at him, they all chuckled.

"But Yoongi hyung just said I ca—"

"No no, I didn't mean it in that way, Tae." Hoseok waved his hand at the younger, explaining to him how the mansion was surrounded by another private property and it was impossible for him to walk to the main doors without a car, the mansion being in the middle, surrounded with many small quarters of their guards, just like a small empire.

Taehyung looked at his Hyung's amusingly, blinking his eyes rapidly, when the mafia brought him here, he must have been very worried to not notice everything.

The smile that was on Taehyung's lips slowly vanished, wondering if he should ask for his hyung's to help, how? Yoongi looked at him and smiled.

"It's fine, Taehyung. Hoseo—" The Male's words were caught in his throat when noticed the mafia walking toward the door, he raised his eyebrows.

"Jungkook will bring your stuff." Yoongi completed and the blonde stilled, now peeking at the mafia with wide eyes, who stopped walking and glared at his brother with pinched eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" Jungkook's voice brought chills to Taehyung's spine, hearing the raven speak for the first time after yesterday's event. The male were ignoring the other's existence completely even when Taehyung repeatedly tried to have a talk with him.

"Yes, Taehyun will give you the address, go and bring his stuff." The mafia passed his brother a look of disbelief, his mouth opening slightly.

"Why would I– Namjoon or Hoseok hyu— hyung!" The raven called out loudly watching both the male leaving from the place, waving their hands at him.

The mafia clenched his fist, looking around for Jin or Jimin who were with Jaehyun, he cursed, glaring at Yoongi who gave him an innocent smile.

"I am not going. Yeonjun will—

"You have given him off." Taehyung uttered, instantly biting his tongue for speaking without his permission, the raven clenching his teeth.

Jungkook remembered giving off to Yeonjun for a few days. The young boy being too guilty for his words, blaming himself for the chaos he caused even when they weren't his fault. The mafia felt bad when, remembered how the boy had cried and asked him to escort him to the fields.

"Hyung, I can't—"

"You will!"

"There are hundreds of guards and maids, anyone can bring—"

"Fuck off– Jungkook!" The mafia paused, shooting daggers at Yoongi who looked unaffected by his gaze, he fucking hate this man.

The raven nodded, watching the elder left, leaving only him and Taehyung there. The younger one peeked up at him in between, Jungkook's eyes softened, watching Taehyung looked down and up at him with the difference of seconds.

"Address?" The blonde asked, moving forward to get a pen and paper but was stopped as his wrist was softly held by the raven, who immediately let go.

"I already have it. No need." Jungkook said, Taehyung just blinking in response, uttering a small "Okay"

"There's only a box I want, it's under my bed, first room at left. You will not have any difficulty, my apartment isn't very big." The blonde muttered, whispering the last words as Jungkook turned around to leave, giving a nod of acknowledgement toward the younger.

"Jungkook.." Taehyung timidly called, the raven stopping but didn't turn around, looking from his shoulder.

"Thank you." The blonde said, wide puppy eyes staring at Jungkook, slender fingers fidgeting with each other. The mafia nodded again and left.

Taehyung's lips formed into a small smile, the small dimple at Jungkook's cheek cleared in front of his sight. His heart skipped a few beats.

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The mafia parked his car, he turned off the engine, walking toward Taehyung's apartment, his eyes roamed everywhere in a calculating gaze.

The man unlocked the door as he entered the house, after sliding a glass door and stepping inside, Jungkook looked around. The place was dark, curtains covering the windows and everything untouched from months.

The apartment almost looked lifeless, the mafia trailed his way toward an open kitchen and saw how every utensil and crockery were organised. The mafia noticed the dirt and dust particles covering the place like their home, clearly indicating that after the blonde there was no one to take care of his house.

The raven saw a small lobby at left and entered the first room he saw, remembering Taehyung's words, the room was spacious, a bed in the middle with cupboards at the corners, his eyes fell on the curtains and Jungkook frowned.

He stepped toward the balcony door knowing very well how much Taehyung loved the balcony's view of sky, the moon and the morning breeze.

A memory flashed in front of his eyes— Taehyung standing in their room's balcony as the morning breeze played with his blonde locks and Jungkook's shirt hanging loosely on his shoulder. His eyes fluttering close enjoying the soft blow of wind on his bread cheeks, Taehyung's back in his view, the curve of his hip and waist, tanned legs— the mafia shook his head, eyes horrifically wide.

The male blinked his eyelashes as he softly untucked the curtains but frowned in disgust when noticed a few men standing only in their briefs in their balcony with cigarettes between their fingers.

Now Jungkook knew why almost every window of Taehyung's apartment was hidden with curtains.

Jungkook looked around, after he closed the covers back. His charcoal orbs fell on the cardboard carton placed underneath the bed.

He crouched down and pulled the box toward himself with its edge, face void of any emotion or curiosity. He picked it up when his gaze fell on the soft pastel coloured material peeking out from the box.

Jungkook shrugged, but he struggled to keep his hands and curiosity to himself, the pastel coloured material diverting his attention in every possible way. The mafia hesitated, before he finally decided to just take a look into the box and its stuff.

Jungkook decided to just take a seat on the ground, making himself comfortable on the floor carpet, he opened the curtain with hesitating hands, doubts filling his brain.

The male stopped before he shook his head and took a few breaths, deciding to just check the box even if the stuff wasn't his, even if there was something that he couldn't see.

The male pulled out the first pair of soft material he saw, his fingers brushing against the soft texture, the man undid the tissue safely and the mafia couldn't help but allow his lips to curl softly upward from both sides.

The white soft fabric of baby's cloth with a pastel blue elephant face over it made his heart skip a few beats, tiny cloth shoes feeling tinier in Jungkook's palm.

The male kept the first pair down and pulled the other one, taking in the soft texture of it and Jungkook's orbs sparkled from glee when a sight of tiny Jaehyun running in these clothes crossed his brain, the binnie and the shade of vintage brown were something that Taehyung would make his child wear.

Jungkook kept those down, now an emotion overpowering his eyes, he took out a photo album from the box, softly smiling to himself as the mafia opened it and instantly a giggle passed his lips which made the mafia freeze. Did he just giggle?

But the picture was itself so pretty and adorable, tiny Jaehyun tucked in a pink towel with bunny caps, his round bambi eyes staring adorably somewhere.

The mafia shook his head at his own rapidly beating heart, turning the pages one by one and taking his sweet time to adore every picture.

Tracing his fingertips down at every corner of those memories now captured in a piece of paper. He watched the pink bubble of how in those pictures, knowing very well why Taehyung loved his baby so much, Jaehyun was his light when the blonde was feeling dark like midnight.

The male closed the photobook of Jaehyun, and when his eyes fell on the last few pictures of the album, his heart stopped beating. Those tiny pieces of papers held the most beautiful moments and happiness in them, the mafia felt his eyes blurry from warm water.

They were the pictures of Taehyung with tiny Jaehyun and Jungkook struggled to keep himself steady.

His orbs trailed down the tiny human in Taehyung's arms and he wondered if his child was alive, if he or she had felt the same in his arms, if his own child had felt so tiny in his embrace.

If his child would have also showed him his notebooks and had tried to make him a proud dada?

The mafia felt his breath stuck in his throat, his emotions bubbling, Jungkook gulped down to keep them inside and to not burst out like a child, he let his eyes close and opened them again when his heart calmed down.

The mafia closed the photobook in his palm as he softly and safely kept it down, the raven clutched lightly around his heart, he whispered.

"I don't know where you are my bundle of joy but I wish wherever you are, you are safe and healthy and have gotten a loving parents and a better–" He paused, tightening his grip;

"–and a better dada."

Jungkook smiled, pausing for a minute, he picked up the photobook from his lap and settled it in the box safely, when he noticed one other photo scrapbook, the similar decoration halting his heart.

He picked it up, softly blowing over the cover page to get the dust away, no tissue paper over it as the scrapbook was placed at the bottom of the carton.

The raven felt goosebumps rise on his arms, his hairs standing and felt like Jungkook's heart had forgotten to beat and his lungs had unlearned how to breathe.

Jungkook's lips immediately moulded themselves into the words that were written on the cover page, tears yet again intruding his sight.

You have got the arms I want

To be wrapped in;

You have got the eyes I want

To be lost in.

You have got the smile I can

Never resist,

You have got the voice I want to

Listen for hours.

My fate brings me to you

But;

My faith will bring you to me.

I choose you and only you.

—Yours, petal.

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I just got something serious to say guys, You know, it takes hours, actually weeks to write a chapter with a thousands words, it take hours to find perfect pictures, but when you all don't appreciate it, it doesn't feels good.

We couldn't even cross a 300 votes mark in the last chapter, I know I just can't tell you all this, but I feel very bad when I pour so much efforts into writing a chapter, into planning it and you all can't even do an effort to hit a tiny star at the bottom. If you like my stories please do so, if you don't There's no one forcing you. I love you.

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