Chapter 2

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Authors Note: Jin is younger than everyone in this story. For context, he's a year younger than Kookie

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Kim Taehyung sat curled on the white leather sofa in his living room, mindlessly flipping through channels on their huge TV. He could have been playing video games, but it was already one in the morning and Seokjin still hadn't returned from his meeting. Taehyung was worried he wouldn't hear his boyfriend arrive if he had his headphones on.

The reasoning behind why Seokjin had agreed to meet a stranger in the middle of the night to accept a job that was most likely illegal was unfathomable to Taehyung. Why did Seokjin always insist on doing such rash and risky things?! He didn't need any more stress in his life! Regardless of how he hated it, though, Taehyung did his best not to start fights over things like this. No matter how much he wanted to just lock his boyfriend in their apartment and force him to rest, it wasn't Taehyung's place to question Seokjin's actions, and he knew that.

"That smug bastard had me followed!" Seokjin's voice shouted, as the door to their apartment flew open with a crash.

"I'm going to claw his eyes out with my bare fucking hands next time I see him!" he continued, as he stomped into the living room. Taehyung had started at the sudden explosion of noise in their previously quiet home. He accidentally dropped the TV remote and the battery compartment popped open, sending the batteries themselves rolling across the floor.

"Baby! Slow down! Who followed you!?" Taehyung exclaimed, coming to his senses and jumping off the couch. His boyfriend was clutching his dark jacket in one hand, the sleeves dragging across the hardwood floor as Seokjin began to pace. He was literally shaking with indignation.

"Jeon Jung fucking kook! My client! He had someone tail me all the way home, as if he didn't already know where we live!" Seokjin continued to shout. Taehyung stared at his boyfriend in a state of complete incredulity.

"That baby politician who's always on tv? Why would he want to meet a coder at 10:30 on a Wednesday? Why would he need a coder at all?" he asked, but Seokjin didn't seem to be listening.

"I'm going to straight up murder Jaehwan when I get my hands on him! I told him before that I was finished working for crime families after that favor I did for your Min friend! The stupid asshole tried to threaten- "

"Hey! Hey! Breathe for me baby," Taehyung cut in, hurrying over and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. With their chests flush together, Taehyung could faintly feel Seokjin's fluttering heartbeat.

Seokjin was shaking so violently that Taehyung was worried he would have a fit. Or pass out. Both options were equally possible with his boyfriend's current state. "Now, please calmly tell me what you mean by crime family, and someone following you."

After several shuddering breaths, Seokjin had regained the ability to speak without yelling. "Do you remember a few years ago, my darling and wonderful Taehyung, when you offered a free favor from me as a bet during one of your poker games?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

Taehyung felt his boyfriends' eyes staring daggers through the side of his head as he looked away. "Yes, and I have apologized profusely for-" he began to reply, but Seokjin cut him off.

"And do you remember how you, the world fucking poker champion, drank yourself senseless and proceeded to lose to your friend Min Yoongi?" Taehyung nodded, still avoiding his boyfriend's glare. He decided just to keep his mouth shut so he wouldn't accidentally get himself in trouble.

"And, how he used my favor, not as a sexual favor like I had hoped because the man is a stunner," Taehyung finally turned back to give Seokjin an exasperated look, but Seokjin wasn't fazed as he continued, "And instead, he had me hack into the security system of the Jeon families mansion so he and his buddies could break in and steal a bunch of shit without getting caught? I told you that was going to come back and bite me in the ass one day, and that day appears to have come."

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