Right One

𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Tw: my all the periods mood swings in here~ 💃🧚‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧘‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤺
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A/n pov

"WHAT! THE! FUCK!"

That was the first thing Taehyung heard when he woke after the small nap he took after coming back from the headquarters.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked groggily as he made his way towards the attached washroom in the room and washed his face, after glancing at his husband's curled up figure on the couch, scrolling through the phone as he cursed out loud.

Well, it was not usual for the younger to curse until he hears something utterly shocking or else while it sheer pleasure, that he can't contain it inside. Which made it more amusing that Jungkook cursed. What must be the reason?

"Hyung! Here! See this, that Hyun-sik's garage had a blast! Man lost a shit ton of money!" ....Taehyung walked out after washing his faces wiping it with a towel and sitting beside the younger man, who was yelling just right now. The younger then continued, leaning onto his husband's shoulder, but with a normal voice now, not shouting anymore.....  "The news says he lost almost 7.5 millions! In dollars! And you know, someone named Neal was also found dead, just outside the garage, and the death timing also matches the timing of blast, but he died because of difficulty in breathing, his neck as some marks and so many broken bones!"

Pure shock was lacing in his voice as he wondered, while Taehyung leaned back, smirking slowly, almost mocking.

"What's there to be shocked about bun? Things like this are common nowadays~" Jungkook looked at him with a done face, "It's common to have blasts? Loss of 7.5 million dollars? Have you men dead right in front of your house? Yes yes. Definately. Very much common actually."

"Who would even do that? No common man would do such, almost every civilians close to his place knows about his underground business, no one will dare such stunt. You also said once that how much of a tight security the place has! You said, even a mosquito wouldn't fly in there without Hyun-sik knowing about it. And if it's true, did he let his man die like that and bared a shit ton loss of money willingly? Hah! I knew it! Someone's finally teaching that bastard of a man a lesson. At last, someone had to."

Taehyung pulled him into a hug, noticing the visible pout in his lips, "baby, you know that he won't be able to harm you in any way, right? Me and you pa will handle everything. Alright?"

"Mm.. i know."

Taehyung frowned at that. "Then why are you sad, sweet?"

"T-tae— h-how can he do that? I- am i a thing to be sold like that? To own? I'm exchange of money? I-is this all that I'm worthy of? M-my b-body? How many more people they had brought with money? I- i don't like it. Th-this, this thing should be stopped... they are so bad! Meanie! I- i felt so dirty when I got to know how they just made a deal out of me, to sell me.."

First time.

It was the first ever time jungkook was speaking his mind about the deal in front of Taehyung.

Before this, he never did that, or maybe he just didn't had the time to think all that, but nonetheless, he never did. But today, as he spoke all these words with the i-am-so-vulnerable gone while looking utterly lost and broken, Taehyung felt something stir inside him. He smirked to himself and placed a soft kiss on his husband's neck, reassuring him.

"He didn't made any other deals like this. You're the only one." Jungkook pulled away from Taehyung at that, looking terrified.

"Wha—! w-why..?" "He does human trafficking now. Delivers sex workers to other states, or countries." Taehyung cooed loudly, seeing the way Jungkook's eyes looked so close to pop out of his sockets, widened to the double of their original size.