HATE TO LOVE YOU || TAEKOOK || JIKOOK || MAFIA AU

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The sunlight was spilling through the tall, open curtains, illuminating the elegant yet dark interior of the room. The warm rays piercing through the slight haze clouding his mind, forcing Taehyung to groan heavily as he rolled onto his side, shielding his face under the duvet again.

His head throbbing mercilessly, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat, sending a wave of discomfort coursing through him. The dull ache was extended to his entire body, making him feel as though he'd been hit by a freight train. A dry, bitter taste of alcohol still lingering in his mouth, and his limbs felt strangely foreign, too heavy to be his, and really uncooperative.

With a lazy grunt, Taehyung peeled his eyes open, squinting at the unfamiliar surroundings. The room was dim despite the sunlight. The luxurious furnishings, dominated by shades of black, deep grey, and muted gold. His gaze flitted over the abstract art adorning the walls, the sleek furniture, and the faint scent of familiar musk .

This wasn't his room.

In confusion, he propped himself up on his elbows, the soft fabric of the oversized black shirt slipped off his slim shoulder. Taehyung looked down at himself and froze.

The shirt clearly wasn't something he was wearing last night. The shorts he wore were sitting low on his hips, their edges brushing against his silk thighs. These weren't his clothes.

He sat up fully, running a hand through his tousled hair as he was now fully aware that what was happening.

His eyes widened, first with surprise, then disbelief and finally they escalated to the margins of utter shock.

He was in jungkook's room.

His thoughts were muddled, the events of the previous night fragmented and blurry. He closed his eyes shut, trying to piece together the shards of his memory.

The club. Flashing lights. The pounding music. Baekhyun's voice, his laughter ringing out amidst the noise. One wrong drink, blur of bodies on the dance floor and. . . .

And then the heated kiss...

Taehyung groaned, clutching his head tightly as the memories danced just out of reach. No matter how hard he tried, there was still a gaping void, a stretch of time that he couldn't still remember and then after few minutes of trembling in panic he remembered. . . .

*Flash back*

When a sudden force yanked him away from Taehyung's warmth, The world tilted as a heavy fist collided with his face, sending him sprawling to the cold floor.

The club fell eerily silent, the deafening music and chaotic chatters evaporating into an air of pin-drop silence.

Jeon Jungkook.

His name carried an unspoken weight, freezing the room in its tracks.

"Hyung..." Taehyung's drunken whisper barely made it past his lips as his bleary eyes took in the violence going before him.

Jungkook was looking like a storm, his rage evident as he pinned Baekhyun with a deadly grip, ready to end him then and there. The man who dared to cross boundaries, who dared to touch what wasn't his, was seconds away from facing Jungkook's wrath. His fist was drawn back, veins taut and ready to deliver the final blow.

But then Taehyung moved...

His drunken form stumbled forward, fragile and unsteady, and weakly wrapped around Jungkook's rigid frame.

His arms clung desperately to him, his face burying into the crook of Jungkook's neck. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding his mind, Taehyung managed to mumble some slurrying words"N-no... no violence, p-please... hyungie. No viol...en...ce..."