Mafia's Kim & Detective's Jeon •TK•✔️

Take Your Leave

One more Update cause i am happy 😊

(⚠️ Warning: self harm )

Third Person POV

It was 12:30 a.m. when Detective Taehyung returned home after meeting his so-called friend. His mind churned with a fabricated story, prepared to recount the tale without hesitation if the Mafia leader questioned his whereabouts.

With this thought, he stepped into the house.
Darkness greeted him, not a sliver of light piercing through any corner. He switched on his phone's flashlight, its beam cutting through the shadows as he searched for someone—or something—but found nothing.

As he passed the couch, his foot brushed against something—or someone. Looking down, a gasp escaped his lips instead of words as he saw Jungkook sleeping peacefully on the freezing floor, seemingly untroubled by the world around him.

Taehyung hurried to the kitchen, filled a glass with water, and returned quickly, sprinkling small droplets over Jungkook's face to rouse him.

Jungkook stirred, his body reacting to the sensation of water on his skin. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open.

"You... you're back. Did you have dinner, baby?" Jungkook whispered, his voice so faint Taehyung barely heard it.

Jungkook's condition was alarming—his face pale, as if he hadn't eaten in hours, his voice cracked and strained, barely able to form words properly.

"Jungkook, what have you done to yourself? You're completely wasted, and you're asking if I ate anything?" Taehyung said, his voice thick with worry for the younger man.

"No... we'll eat together, haan. Wait here, I'll make something for us," Jungkook rasped, his throaty voice heavy with the effects of alcohol. His eyes struggled to stay open, and with unsteady legs, he attempted to stand, only to collapse back onto the floor with a thud.

Taehyung couldn't bear to see him like this. He rushed to Jungkook's side, gently grasping his arms to support him.

"Shhh, Kookie, I'm not hungry. I already had dinner with Jennie, but if you want, I'll make something for you. You wait here, okay?" he said softly, his tone soothing as he helped Jungkook settle onto the couch, holding him steady.

A pang shot through Jungkook's heart. He had been waiting for Taehyung, consumed with worry—Was he okay? Had he eaten? Should he have picked him up? Should he have called to check if Taehyung needed him? But instead, Taehyung had been enjoying himself with his friend.

The thought stung, betrayal flashing in Jungkook's eyes as anger surged within him.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted. Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's arm and pushed him onto the sofa, hovering over him. Taehyung felt Jungkook's breath graze his lips, a shiver running through him as he trembled under the Mafia leader's intense, piercing gaze.

"I was here waiting for you, and you were enjoying yourself with your so-called friend. Did you forget about me?" Jungkook spat harshly, his words sharp, his lips gritted with barely contained fury.

"Jungkook, what are you thinking? It's not like that. First, hear me out—" Taehyung tried to explain, his voice tinged with fear and urgency.

But Jungkook cut him off, unwilling to let him finish. He pressed his lips to Taehyung's neck, showing no mercy as he bit into his collarbone, leaving a dark blue-red mark.

He continued relentlessly, biting, licking, and sucking, marking every inch of Taehyung's neck and shoulders, leaving no part untouched.
While Jungkook marked him, Taehyung remained silent, not resisting or moving.

Instead, he turned his face away, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. He didn't defend himself—he could see the raw pain in Jungkook's eyes and feel the desperation in his touch, as if Jungkook were trying to convey something profound through his actions.

Taehyung let him continue, allowing Jungkook to express his anguish.
After thoroughly marking Taehyung, Jungkook finally pulled back. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Taehyung in a tight embrace, a loud sob escaping his dry lips.

His shoulders shook violently as he cried, releasing all the pent-up pain he'd been holding inside.
Taehyung was startled at first, but he returned the hug, his hand moving in slow, soothing circles over Jungkook's back.

"Kookie, baby, shh, I'm here," he whispered, trying to comfort Jungkook despite the ache in his own heart.

"I hurt you again. I'm a monster. That's why you don't love me. I'm really bad. I don't deserve you. You're an angel, but I'm a devil who only knows how to hurt others. That's why you didn't accept me, and that's why you're meeting your girlfriend behind my back. If I could, I would let you go, but I can't because I love you—only you. You're my only family, my happiness. And if you want to leave me, then you can," Jungkook said, his voice breaking as tears continued to spill from his bloodshot eyes.

With that, Jungkook stood, his legs trembling beneath him, tears still streaming down his face. He began walking forward with slow, unsteady steps, his destination unclear, lost in his turmoil.

The words struck Taehyung deeply, Jungkook's tears mirroring the pain in his own heart.

"Kookie, what are you saying, baby? Don't think like that. I'm always with you, haan, do—JUNGKOOK" Taehyung called out, his voice laced with desperation as he tried to reach Jungkook.

Taehyung's eyes widened, and his mouth went dry as he watched the scene unfold before him.

But Jungkook's mind was elsewhere, consumed by his emotions. He grabbed the wine bottle from the ground and smashed it on the wall near him. Picking up a small piece of glass, he pierced it across his wrist, and blood oozed out from the new wound. He fell to his knees.

"Detective, you can leave me," Jungkook uttered, his voice weak, before collapsing onto the floor.

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