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PART 20: POV Taehyung

"Jungkook, if need be, I'll tie you up and throw you in the basement," Taehyung growled as Jungkook continued to insist on going with him.

"You wouldn't dare!" snorted Jungkook

"Try me!" Taehyung sent Jungkook a glare. Jungkook's jaw tightened, but he didn't say anything. "Good boy" Taehyung smiled.

"Back off" Jungkook snapped back.

"Listen to me carefully, Jungkook!" Taehyung said as they entered the office, alone. "I wanted you to stay here, but I'm not sure that you'll be safe here. Drive as far as you can and leave the car somewhere in the city." Taehyung couldn't fully trust his guard. He pulled out several thick stacks of cash and a disposable phone that only he knew about. "The better you hide, the calmer I'll be."

"Taehyung" Jungkook stared at him.

"I will save her. Believe me! She is as dear to me as she is to you. It hasn't changed!" Taehyung squeezed Jungkook's shoulder. "I'll find you as soon as she'll be in safe!"

Jungkook nodded, hiding the money and phone in the inside pocket of his jacket. They left Taehyung's office and headed outside. "Okay, you won. So let's do it! Go to your sister's house and stay there." Taehyung told Jungkook as he tossed his car key. He silently watched as Jungkook got into the car and separated from his house.

"Isn't it safer for him to stay here?" the bodyguard asked Taehyung .

"At least he will feel comfortable in her house, unlike this place."

"How many guards to take?"

"None. Just me and you," he said, heading for another car. Taehyung opened the trunk to check his gun bag before getting behind the wheel. He quickly drove to the other side of the forest that separates him from his father's house. "Now we walk," said Taehyung, getting out of the car. He looked up at the sky, which would soon turn dark. He did not care, he had run away from home and hid in this forest so many times that he could have reached his house with his eyes closed. He silently walked past the trees that held his blood and tears after his father's "training".

What the fuck, he swore as his phone vibrated. He dropped the call, shoving the phone back into his pocket. But it vibrated again. Who is this immortal asshole that calls him. He picked up the phone and lifted the phone to his ear.

"You can be offended by me, but I refuse to visit your family for the holidays!" his legs gave way when he heard your voice. He rested his hand on the cold ground. He barely held back tears of relief from hearing your voice. He seemed to be able to breathe again.

"______" he breathed out your name and the guard took a step towards Taehyung. Taehyung raised his hand, forcing the guard to stay where he was.

"Your father doesn't seem to like me. Weird I was so nice to him," you snorted, your sarcasm making him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, rising from the ground. "Where are you? Are you still at your father's house?" he quickened his pace heading towards the estate.

"I decided that running away from house without knowing the area around was not the best idea. I hid in the attic" you said and he smiled. You never disappointed him with your thinking.

"You're smart," he chuckled. "Are you okay?" he repeated the question that interested him most.

"If I'm talking to you, then I'm alive." you replied, making him mad at you. And why can't you answer his question directly. "Do you know that your father's guards have your personal bodyguard number?" You asked, making him stop.

He looked at his guard and chuckled. He really couldn't trust anyone. Not even how he thought who he chose on his own. "Great. So you hid in the basement. It's safe enough there," he said, and you laughed softly.

"You're smart," you said. "I have a gun and stun gun. So don't worry about me. Plus, like you said, I'm a better fighter than any guard. So" you stopped. "So please don't risk your life in wain! If you die, I will kill you" you snorted.

"Okay," he smiled broadly.

"Taehyung"

"What?"

"I love you," you said before hanging up. He stopped, closing his eyes, letting himself enjoy your confession, even if only for a second.