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Taehyung

Jungkook made a slow descent over my cock, as soon I rested deep inside him, I saw the panic in his eyes, his body freezing for a second.

My fingers instinctively tightened on his hips, I could sense him spiralling down toward the darkness, I wasn't going to let him lose himself again.

"Jungkook, open your eyes."

His eyes snapped open, fear glistening in his pleading brown eyes. He wanted this, as much as I do, yet he was scared of falling into the darkness. I tried to soothe him, slowly, the fear started to disappear from his eyes.

Slow, a strange word to describe sex. I've never done slow before, it used to be just raw fucking.

But with Jungkook, it was different.

Jungkook seemed to accept my words, his body relaxing.

There was only me and Jungkook.

Not my past or his.

It was just us.

Only Taehyung and Jungkook.

Both lost in each other's eyes.

Both lost in each other.

I never thought it was possible to feel that way, to feel so deeply connected to one person and with Jungkook, I felt it. His fear, his pain... it became my own.

At this moment, I felt everything.

A moan escaped past his lips, that was enough to snap the little shred of control I had.

"Jungkook, I'm going to switch us around." I groaned as his inner walls clenched around my cock.

When he nodded, I quickly rolled us around and positioned myself between his spread thighs before thrusting deep inside of him. A gasp whispered across his parted lips and placed a kiss.

I gave a tentative push and he moaned, his back arching up. "Don't let go of me," I whispered.

Jungkook nodded, and his hands frantically moved to my shoulders as I thrust inside again. Resting deep inside his tight hole, my muscles tightened with the need to come.

I pulled back slightly before pushing back in. Taking his legs, I pushed them upward and I picked up the pace, my movement urgent as we both raced towards both of our releases.

Faster and deeper, we found our rhythm, our bodies moving together.

I wanted this to last longer, but I knew he was close, I was too, my cock swelling inside, stretching his tight walls.

He moaned as his nails dig into my back, his body was strung tight, his muscles corded with tension and pleasure. Jungkook's eyes begged me for release and I gladly gave it to him.

Grasping his ass, I tilted his hips upward, slamming inside. I pumped his cock as I felt him clench tightly around me as he came over his stomach. His body quivered with his release, his face softened, his eyes turning glassy.

His tight ass sucked me deeper into him, driving me insane. Thrusting into him one last time, I found my release too. I jerked inside, my fingers tightening on his thighs in a bruising grip. Our eyes stayed connected as we came, that was the most intimate moment in my life.

This was more than just fucking.

It was more.

It meant more.

I didn't fuck him.

I made love to Jungkook, something I've never done before.

Jungkook was everything.

He was an Angel, he deserved more than just a simple fuck.

Jungkook deserved sweet loving.

I didn't think I could feel this way but with Jungkook, I had no control of my feelings. He overwhelmed my senses, surrounding me with his sweet, gentle soul.

Jungkook made me feel.

Collapsing on top of his soft body, I buried my face in his neck as we both rode our orgasms, both of us lost in raw bliss. No words were spoken, they weren't needed.

My breathing was harsh to my ears as my heart pounded rapidly, loudly against my ribcage, matching Jungkook's. Placing a kiss over his bare shoulder, lifting my head, I stared down into his hazy brown eyes.

"Are you okay?"

He hummed, I had worn Jungkook out.

Letting out a chuckle at the lack of words, I eased out of him, his eyes closed with a sigh, his body going limp. Smiling, I gave him a quick peck on the nose and rolled off the bed.

I made my way to the washroom, I soaked a towel and cleaned myself before returning to the room with another warm towel.

Jungkook was still in the same position and I couldn't help but smile. I could go all night but he wasn't ready for that yet. Kneeling on the bed, I cleaned the mess we made. He smiled groggily at me before closing them again. Shaking my head with a low chuckle, I joined him in bed again and wrapped my arms around Jungkook, pulling him into my body. His body cocooned into mine, my heart thumped to a strange beat.

"Sleep, Jungkook," I told him softly.

I watched Jungkook's eyes flutter closed and almost immediately he was asleep, his breathing soft and even. My arm tightened around his tiny waist as he snuggled tighter into me, a sigh of contentment escaping past his lips.

I stroked a hand through his hair, fingers softly gliding behind his back. After everything he had been through, he trusted me.

The thought of having any type of feelings for anyone almost paralyzed me. I couldn't allow it, it couldn't happen. History couldn't repeat itself. There was fear instilled inside of me, I had no control over what I felt for Jungkook.

But it was too late.

Jungkook had become my weakness.

My only weakness.

A weakness I couldn't have.

Even though this fear was constant in my mind, it was a fight I couldn't win. I had tried to steel myself, building a wall between Jungkook and myself. But he had broken those walls.

Without even doing much, he had made his way into my heart.

Jungkook had won, no matter how hard I tried to hold back, I was lost in him.

I was completely and deeply lost in Jungkook.

***

I walked into the kitchen the next morning to find Jimin and Hae-sook finishing up with breakfast.

As soon as Jimin saw me, he waved. "Good morning. Where's Jungkook?"

"He's still sleeping. I'm going to take our breakfast upstairs," I said, nodding toward the tray.

"Oh." Jimin raised an eyebrow at me, his eyes glistening mischievously, I just glared. He shrugged.

"I'll set a tray for you," he mumbled, tilting his face down as he hid his smile. Leaning against the wall, I waited. "There you go," he said, giving me the tray.

Taking it from Jimin's hand, I turned around to leave. "Thank you," I said.

Closing the door behind me, I walked further into the room to find the bed empty. I frowned and placed the tray on the coffee table, looking around the room for Jungkook.

"Jungkook?" I called out.

When I heard the bathroom door open, I quickly swivelled around and saw Jungkook coming out with a towel in his hand. He was dressed in his maid outfit.

"Taehyung," he breathed at the sight of me. "I thought you left."

"I went to get us breakfast," I muttered, walking toward him

"Oh," he whispered, looking down almost shyly. I found it endearing that he was feeling shy even after last night.

Placing a finger under his chin and tilted his head up. "Why do you always look away from me?"

Jungkook bit down on his lips nervously, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. With a soft body plastered against mine, I felt myself harden as I remembered the night before. He shrugged at my question and placed his hands over my chest. He licked his plump lower lip and before I could stop myself, my lips were on his.

His lips were soft like velvet and I licked the seams, demanding entrance. Jungkook gave in to my demands, our tongues moved together in a fiery dance, he met my kiss with the same intensity, pushing his body closer to mine.

Jungkook consumed me - Mind, body, and soul.

He was right, he was fire and I was going to burn.

We're both going to burn.

Gasping for breath, we broke the kiss, his fingers tightened around my suit jacket and he sighed.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, pulling away.

Jungkook nodded with a smile and placed a hand over his stomach. "Famished."

Taking his hand in mine, I walked us toward the sofa. I sat down and grasping his hips and pulling towards my lap. Jungkook laughed and snuggled into my embrace.

"Are you going to feed me?" he teased, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Do you want me to feed you?"

"No." He laughed.

I had to smile, the free and happy expression, scrunched up nose much like a bunny, on his face was something I wanted to savour and never forget. Jungkook's laughter did something to my heart.

His happiness made me happy.

He calmed me.

In the same way that I brought him peace, he brought me peace too.

I haven't felt peace since my mother's death, it was now a foreign emotion.

But with Jungkook, I could forget all the darkness inside of me.

Placing a kiss on his forehead, I leaned forward and picked up a piece of biscuit and held it to his lips.

Jungkook looked at me strangely and hesitated for a second before taking a bite. I alternated between feeding him bites of eggs, toast, and some fruit. "Do you want juice?" I asked, brushing away the crumbs that rested on the corner of his lips.

"Hmm..."

I was about to grab the glass when Jungkook stopped me with a hand on my arm. "You haven't eaten anything yet," he murmured.

I chuckled low under my breath. I didn't even realize that Jungkook smiled and then leaned forward, taking a piece of toast in his hand and slowly pressing it to my lips.

Surprise filled me as I opened my mouth, letting him feed me the piece. Encouraged by my response, this time he took his turn to feed me. It was something unusual, it felt intimate. This moment shared between us was something special.

As Jungkook brought the glass of juice to my lips, I stopped him. "What are you doing, Jungkook?"

"I'm feeding you," he replied, cocking his head to the side.

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

Jungkook brought his other hand up and placed it over my cheek, rubbing a thumb back and forth.

"I don't know how to repay you for this, Taehyung. For everything you've done for me, I guess I just want to do the little things I can, to let you know how I feel."

He lightly caressed over my jawline and then pressed his fingers to my lips. "Sometimes words aren't enough," he whispered.

Jungkook's words did crazy things to my heart.

He moved the glass closer and I parted my lips, our gaze never left each other as I drank from the glass. When I was done, he took a sip and then placed the glass on the tray. Jungkook stared at me for a few seconds, his expression changing from happy to uncertain. I saw him swallow hard, and then he leaned forward, quickly placing a kiss on my lips before moving back.

I felt an eyebrow arch in question, and he ducked his head timidly. I lifted his chin, moving down until our lips were mere inches apart. Jungkook's eyes flared in surprise but he dared to lean forward again until our lips were joined together.

Our kiss was light and exquisitely gentle, he sighed almost dreamily into my lips as we broke off the kiss.

Jungkook made a little contented sound and snuggled deeper into my chest. He placed a kiss on my shoulder and rested his head there.

A sense of comfort filled my heart as I wrapped my arms around his tiny body. I never thought I would need this. Holding someone, just being like this.

Silent but still connected.

This wasn't what I was looking for, until Jungkook came crashing into my life and gave me something I didn't even know I needed.

My father was right.

An angel is someone sweet, kind, caring, calm, and mellow. The most beautiful person on the planet. Someone amazing in every way. The one who makes your heart beat faster when they walk into the room.

The one you will need wherever you go.

The one who makes you want to be better.

An Angel is someone who is your rock.

I gave up hope of finding my Angel a long time ago. After I lost my mother, the only person who was my everything, I believed that Angels didn't exist. I thought it was all a lie.

But Jungkook... he truly was an Angel.

***

Walking into my office, I saw my men already waiting for me.

"Give me a summary of everything," I demanded as I took a seat behind my table.

Seeing them reminded me of who I was. It wasn't easy, leading a double li - an experienced businessman by day and a crime lord, 'V,' by night. This is second nature for me, bred to do so since my first breath.

Yoongi leaned away from the wall and started. "I've done rounds through the clubs. Fifteen in all. The rival has been quiet and there has not been much activity from his men. The women are safe. as safe as they can be in a place like that." I nodded and looked at Namjoon. "What happened to the others?"

He shook his head, dejection clear on his face. "We didn't get there in time. There were kids with them too."

Pounding a fist on the table, I stood up as fierce anger assaulted me. "How the fuck didn't you get there in time? You knew about this for a week."

"Boss, someone knew we were spying. His men took a different route to deliver the women and the kids to the buyer."

"Fuck!" I swore, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration. "How many?"

"About twenty women," he said, looking down in defeat.

The Ganpeh was part of a human trafficking ring and because of their alliance with the Mexican cartel, it was too strong to stop. I had failed twenty women. Twenty women and kids I could have saved.

"You're no longer in control of this job," I growled at Namjoon.

His head snapped up, and he stared at me in shock.

"Yoongi is taking over," I said through gritted teeth. "Next time, I don't want a fucking mistake on this."

"Boss," Yoongi nodded, his face filled with conviction.

"Everyone leave. Seokjin," I looked toward him and waited for the rest to get out. After the door has shut, Seokjin started his report.

"I've been keeping tabs on our rivals, Hobi informed me with the details," he started calmly and then paused. "The rivals, they call themselves - the unknowns, are weak on their own but if they have the other's alliance then they are stronger. They want to expand his empire and are in deep conversations with the Mexican cartel. They know that the only way to weaken us is by getting the others on their side, business-wise."

Nodding towards him, Seokjin called them all back. I rubbed a hand over my face, my body vibrating with rage and a thirst for my enemies' blood. Squeezing my hands in first, I closed my eyes. I thought about asking for support from the other Families. Even though I was Vante, the King - V, consisted of four families in all. They would come to my help if asked but I had to deal with this shit on my own.

For now.

When I heard the door, my eyes snapped open to see Hoseok coming in. "Boss," he greeted with a nod.

"What the fuck happened to you?" Seokjin asked, looking at Yoongi in astonishment.

I was wondering the same thing.

The right side of Yoongi's face was red, quickly turning purple and forming a bruise, his nose was bleeding a little.

"Jimin punched me," he stated calmly, his face expressionless.

Namjoon's face turned stoic at the mention of Jimin's name, he turned moving into his face. "What did you do to him?"

Yoongi stood straighter, his shoulders bunching tensely. His eyes turned a shade darker as he replied, acting almost nonchalant. "Why don't you ask Jimin?"

Namjoon's expression was almost murderous and Hoseok quickly stepped in. "Yoongi, what is the meaning of this?"

Instead of answering, he turned to me and reported back. "There was a fight at one of the clubs. Two were badly injured. The mess was cleaned up before the police came. Everything is clear."

I nodded. "What about the underground rings?"

"The underground rings are running perfectly. We got two more fighters. They're really good. The best, I would say," Hoseok replied. "They fight for blood."

And that was exactly what the underground rings were about, blood., death or win. We could make millions in one night.

Easy fucking money.

Nodding, I closed my eyes and leaned back against my chair. I didn't have to say anything else.

They knew the meeting was finished. I heard my men shuffling around and the door opening.

"Seokjin," I called out without opening my eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Call Seung Won and Hae-jin."

I needed their help, Seokjin swore under his breath and didn't say anything else. The door closed and then silence, the silence was almost suffocating, my skin prickled with tension. I clenched my hands in fists and then unclenched them again.

Doing that for some time, I tried to control the monster inside of me.

Jungkook's face suddenly flashed behind my closed eyes.

The thought of him calmed me, I felt the rage slowly diminish.

Angel.

***

Jimin

My muscles ached as I quickly undressed. I need sleep now but I knew Namjoon was supposed to visit me, so I waited.

I was combing my hair when I saw the door open in the mirror's reflection. He closed the door behind him and walked toward me.

"Hmmm... that's what I like to see," he murmured, his lustful eyes raking over my naked body. Namjoon stood behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. "Do you know how beautiful you are, my tiny pixie?" he asked, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

"You tell me every day but I'm not complaining. I wouldn't mind if you say it one more time," I replied, placing my hand over his arm.

"You are so beautiful that you take my breath away. The sexiest man I've ever seen," he muttered, his arms tightening around my waist in an almost bruising grip. "And all mine," he growled possessively.

"Yours," I moaned.

His hand wandered toward my already hardening cock, I felt myself thicken in anticipation. And then he stopped. I moaned in protest, my head falling back against his shoulder.

"Damn it, Joon! Stop teasing me."

My eyes opened and I stared at our reflection in the mirror. I saw him frowning, his eyebrows pulled together thoughtfully.

"I was wondering. Why did you punch Yoongi?"

My eyes widened at his question and I froze. How did he know that?

"W-What?" I sputtered.

"Yoongi's face was a mess this morning. He said you punched him. What did he do? Is he being a problem?" he asked, placing his chin on my shoulder as he looked into my eyes through the reflection.

My throat went dry at the question, my hands clenched in fist, nails digging into his skin.

***

My legs were wrapped around Namjoon's hips as he pressed me against the wall. His lips claimed mine in a bruising kiss. "Good morning," he muttered.

"I like how you say good morning," I laughed against his lips.

His fingers tightened on my hips, and I kissed him again.

When I pulled back, I caught a glimpse of Yoongi standing behind Namjoon, his expression almost painful and murderous.

"Namjoon, Boss is looking for you," he snapped.

Namjoon pulled away from me and glanced behind his back at Yoongi. "Okay."

Putting me down, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you tonight."

"Okay," I replied, smiling up at me. He turned around and gave Yoongi a nod before going upstairs.

Yoongi didn't move, he kept his eyes locked on mine. I saw his hands fisted at his sides.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked almost angrily. "Every time you see me with Namjoon, you act like some type of caveman. This has gone on for too long now."

He silently took a step forward and I paused in my furious rant. Yoongi stalked toward me and stopped when our bodies were just inches apart and I was forced against the wall.

Swallowing nervously at his proximity, I took a deep breath and then glared up at him. "Move away, asshole. Ever heard of personal space?"

When he didn't, I placed my hands over his chest to push him away. "What the fuck is your problem?" I hissed, but he didn't move.

Instead, he grabbed my hands and held them to his chest. Before I could blink or think, his other arm quickly snaked around my waist. He pulled me into his body, his hold unyielding.

"What th—" I started to say, but he cut me off.

"Shut up."

And then he slammed his lips on mine. I gasped in shock, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. I didn't move at first, but instinctively, I surrendered to his kiss. My lips moved over his, tentatively at first. He growled low in his chest and deepened the kiss.

He pulled back and glared down at me. "This. This is my fucking problem," he said, brushing his thumb over my sensitive lips.

Gasping, I pushed him away and stumbled back into the wall. "You bastard," I whispered, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. "How dare you?"

"You kissed me back. You want this."

"I'm with Namjoon," I murmured in shock.

"He doesn't matter, he never did," he replied, his face expressionless.

"Fuck you!" I said through gritted teeth, my breathing harsh to my ears.

"That's what I'm saying."

Moving forward in a flash, I reared back and punched him in the face. He swore loudly and held his nose.

"Keep your hands off me. I swear to God, you come near me again, I will hurt you."

I walked away, leaving him behind. But as I went, my eyes prickled with hot tears. Blinking them away, I refused to let them fall.

How dare he?

After everything... after so long... why now?

***

The sound of my name brought me back to the present, I blinked in shock and stared at Namjoon through the mirror. He gave me a confused look and turned me around in his arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Yoongi was just teasing me and being annoying, I got mad and kinda punched him in the face. You know how I am."

"He isn't going to be a problem? I can talk to him if you want," Namjoon suggested, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"No, it's okay. I have everything under control," I replied with a shake of my head.

He still gave me a suspicious look, I sweetly smiled up at him, trying to distract him.

I didn't want him to think about Yoongi.

I didn't want to think about him too.

He wasn't important.

Not anymore.

It was just me and Namjoon. I wanted to get lost in the man who was standing in front of me, looking down at me as if I was his everything. Running my hands over his chest and hard stomach, I made my way down until I palmed his cock through his black pants. I squeezed him and he hissed, instantly hardening under my teasing touch.

"So where were we? I believe you owe me an orgasm, Mister. Or maybe several," I teased.

"Fuck," he muttered.

Grabbing me around the waist, he threw me on the bed before falling on top of me. Spreading my thighs, he settled between them.

"This is going to be a long night, baby."

"Oh, I was hoping it would be," I replied coyly, moving my hands to his shoulders.