"Jungkook," Jimin called, "please go to Taehyung. How many times has he called you now? Go.""No, I never knew anything, Hyung. But he knows. Yoongi knows, but he doesn't tell me anything." Jungkook's eyes started to well up again.
"Kooki, please," Jimin pleaded. "Don't cry like this. That old people are like this. They don't care about anyone—not Papa, not me, and now not you. For them, sons and grandchildren are just things for making money and status. Leave it. Go to your room. Please, Kooki."
Jungkook looked at him and nodded. He stood up and walked towards Taehyung's room, but he met Taehyung in the hallway.
"Jungkook, it's actually..." Taehyung started, but Jungkook walked past him without listening.
Yoongi sighed. "Go and make up with him. I'll see Jimin," he said, heading towards Jimin's room.
Taehyung found Jungkook on the balcony. "You'll catch a cold, Kooki. Come inside," Taehyung said softly.
Jungkook just sat there, staring into the distance. "Kooki..." Tae sat beside him. "Please, look at me."
"Why didn't you tell me anything, Hyung?" Jungkook asked, his voice trembling.
"I didn't want to make you sad, Kooki."
"And now... they call me the killer's son," Jungkook's voice cracked. "My parents... they..."
"Jungkook," Tae said, hugging him sideways. "It was an accident..."
"But it doesn't feel like one," Jungkook whispered, tears streaming down his face.
Tae tightened his embrace, trying to offer comfort on the cold night.
"Hyung, I can't take this anymore. We aren't meant to be together, Hyung. Look at everything..." Jungkook's words were cut off by Taehyung's lips. Tae gently pulled Jungkook onto his lap and kissed him deeply. Jungkook hesitated for a moment before kissing him back, their tears mingling with the kiss, adding a salty tinge to their shared moment of vulnerability.
The kiss was slow and tender, a desperate attempt to convey what words couldn't. Their lips moved together softly, exploring each other's pain and comfort. Jungkook's hands gripped Tae's shirt tightly as if letting go would mean losing the only anchor he had left. Tae's hand caressed Jungkook's cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears that continued to fall.
When Taehyung finally broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against Jungkook's, their breaths mingling in the cold night air. "You were born for me, Kooki," Tae whispered, his voice filled with conviction. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together. Please stay beside me and be strong. Please."
Jungkook's eyes shimmered with fresh tears, but he nodded, "Hmm," Jungkook hummed softly.
"Love you," Tae said, kissing Jungkook's forehead tenderly.
"Love you too," Jungkook replied, pulling Taehyung into a tight embrace. It was a hug Tae needed desperately, one that spoke of comfort and reassurance amidst the chaos surrounding them.
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"Hoseok," Jin said softly as he sat down beside him, "I'm sorry for today. You know I'm helpless here."
"Why are they like this, Jin? Always causing problems. Since we got married, I've never had a moment's peace. Your father and mother never let me live in peace. First Jimin, now Jungkook. What do they actually want?" Hoseok's voice was filled with frustration and exhaustion.
Jin took a deep sigh, his expression pained. "They know we can't do anything against them."
Hoseok looked away, his thoughts troubled. "Did Jungkook's parents cause our child's death?"
"Hmm," Jin nodded solemnly. "But it was Jungkook who helped him. He never knew about his parents' involvement in the accident."
"Poor boy," Hoseok murmured. "Can we go back to Korea with our children? Far away from here, from your parents..."
"You know the consequences too," Jin replied quietly.
"I know," Hoseok sighed heavily. "We'll have to surrender every single penny to your parents. But let's do it. My children are more important than money. If I had made this decision earlier, maybe our son would still be alive..."
Both of them gazed into the night, the weight of their loss and the choices ahead heavy on their hearts. "Maybe," Jin echoed softly, a glimmer of hope mixed with regret in his voice.
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"He's asleep," Yoongi whispered to Jimin, the child nestled comfortably on his shoulder.
"Thanks," Jimin replied softly, reaching out to take the child from Yoongi.
"Hmm... Appa," the baby murmured, clinging tightly to Yoongi's neck.
"I will," Yoongi said affectionately, carrying the sleepy child to bed. He gently laid the little one down, his tiny fist still clutching onto Yoongi's shirt collar. With a tender touch, Yoongi carefully pried the small hand away and tucked the child under the duvet.
"Good night, baby," Yoongi whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the child's forehead.
"Oh... You're just waiting for him to die so you can sleep with someone else," Jimin remembered the cruel words Mr. Kim had spoken just two days after his husband's passing. Yoongi had been there, helping Jimin take care of their child just like this. The memory haunted Jimin as he closed his eyes, feeling the weight of those hurtful words.
"Jimin," Yoongi called softly.
"Good night," Jimin mumbled in reply as he walked towards his child. Yoongi closed the door behind him with a gentle click, then made his way towards his own room.
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"Hoseok is going to surrender everything and run away from here with his children," Mr. Kim said to his wife.
"Hmm... But he'll take Jin too," Mrs. Kim replied through gritted teeth.
"We'll have to do something to make him stay," Mr. Kim declared.
"Mr. Kang is calling," Mrs. Kim interrupted, looking at her mobile. "Jackson has landed."
"Tell him to come here and instruct him to stay hidden, especially from Min. Our daughter supports us, but Min and his son were with Hoseok," Mr. Kim said angrily, clenching his fists.
"Nothing is going to stop us now. We'll take everything Hoseok owns. How dare he? A middle-class boy and his children crossing the Kims," Mrs. Kim added bitterly.
"Just wait and see... This time, we'll end it all," Mr. Kim said with a smirk.
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"NOW I'M OBSESSED WITH AGED VILLAINS. I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT I HOPE IT'S NOT BORING."