Kim Taehyung loves Park Jimin more than his life. He can die without any further thought for him, perhaps what happens when not only his life rather every person he was closed to come behind bullet holes, due to some psychosis mafia who seems obsess...
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Taehyung's head was getting exasperated from the piles of untouched files constructed buildings in front of him, still left to be checked and he'd already done many before and despite every thing he still couldn't crack any specific clue or slight hint towards Jeongguk or a way to find him.
It seemed like Jeongguk had clear way adapt in his mind about his motive for all this plotting, the swiftness displayed that really effectively. He'd seemingly mopped every tiniest dirt against him in a way that even someone as him was still unsuccessful to click any fact to take that man down.
Only thing at this point left was to stole his number directly to contact with him from Jimin's cellphone, because if he asked Jimin to give that to him himself, he wouldn't. So in order, he stood up to head towards their room, as it was this late at night he was trying his best to not produce any ounce of sound to disturb his boyfriend's sleep.
When he reached there, the older had his eyes closed, the dried tears strains sticking on his cheeks surface wasn't at all subtle. Jimin cried every night before sleeping in a manner that sleep wouldn't hit him if he didn't.
He even listened to his constrained sobs at some late hours, trying their best to be kept hidden, perhaps Taehyung wasn't left with any other choice than to wrap him inside his arms to confront any fraction of comfort that he could provide.
It hurled him to watch someone so precious to him losing his charms.
His phone was kept on the night stand, it was rather an easy task. Despite him wanting to stay with the older, he still had work to do so he'd to go. He'd make sure to seep out the roots of the older's sadness and grief, perhaps he'd to focus on that man for that.
He went back towards his office room, opening the contacts he found the certain restricted number and after some efforts he was able to trace the caller ID. He knew it wouldn't be directly connect him with the real devil, although he could catch some of his pets if not further.
Before he could do any more than that, a text pops up from notification bar from the certain number. He actually expected that.
"Tryna trace me, Kim ?"
It read and oh, he could easily pick the pokiness even from those texted words, it was like he could even hear it in spite the factor that only time he'd listen to his voice was saying those motherfucking few lines the first time he'd called in the car.
It'd been two weeks since then, he still remembered every tone of that bitchy voice—it was pasted inside his cerebrum.
"Don't make me wait, c'mon."
Shit, right he was supposed to reply otherwise he also wouldn't know whose life would be at stake. Although, when he clicked on the notification he didn't actually anticipated to find his boyfriend's nude pictures being sent by him. Was Jeongguk blackmailing Jimin?
