<HORNS>|| BTS x Jungkook ~Mafia AU~

Vulnerabilities

Woobin stubbed his cigarette on the nearby ashtray as he watched his beautiful baby brother blissfully sleeping. An angel, a work of art and the younger, daintier version of him.

He closed his eyes momentarily and recalled all the precious memories they made and shared together. The older witnessed his first steps, first words and for a good year into his life, chewed the morsels of food for him before a baby Jungkook would clap his small hands in excitement and smile that angelic two toothed smile whilst opening his mouth.

The valuable moments soon dissipated when his slanted eyes turned to who was laying next to his baby brother. That slave, that wretch who corrupted my child- Woobin thought angrily. But he knew he could only deal with Park Jimin when Jungkook wasn't looking, or even better, when Jungkook became tired of him and disposed of him like a used condom.

But Woobin knew that wasn't about to happen anytime remotely soon. He hated to admit or even think about it, but Jungkook seemed too attached to the light haired boy, no, Jungkook was getting braver and more courageous as the days progressed. Instead of going to Jimin's penthouse, he was now allowing the slave boy to sleep and reside in the home, The Jeon family mansion which was only ever reserved and occupied by four.

Ignoring the smaller boy fast asleep in a curled ball on the other side of Jungkook's four poster feather bed, Woobin desperately tried to calm down, even when his younger brother's outstretched arm was draping loosely across Jimin's shoulders.

"Time for school Kookie," Woobin whispered in a gentle voice reserved for the younger only. Watching his pretty features and two teeth gently poking out from a pink pout made Woobin caw at the cuteness of the scene, but his anger levels were steadily rising when the blonde boy turned over to face Jungkook so their faces were now only a breath away.

Once his younger brother would wake up, the innocence always transformed into a merciless lust to see some splashes of blood, some form violence or battering. Woobin pretended not to see the morning erection when silken sheets lifted up at an angle as the pretty boy finally slurred from his prince-like slumber.

"What time is it?" Jungkook croaked as his moon orbs struggled to open and grow accustom to the fresh sunshine seeping through the huge glass window decorated with golden panes, giving an even grander glisten to the four walls of the huge bedroom.

Instead of greeting his older brother, Jungkook took this time to shamelessly drag his fingers over the puffy cheeks of the boy lying next to him.

Woobin smirked and clutched tightly to the slithers of patience left as he flushed all the conflicting emotions out of his system, "Its 6am. Does Abeoji know about your play-faggot sleeping over?"

Jungkook instantly rolled over and wrenched his eyes open which were now glazed with fresh anger, "Fuck off hyung."

Woobin clenched his jaw and didn't appreciate the early morning disrespect. Although he and Jungkook practically say anything and everything to each other, Woobin's moods switch all the time and right now, he was pissed.

Majorly pissed.

"I said get the fuck up," Woobin coolly replied, taking after Mr Jeon with the pitch and tempo in his never changing voice.

Jungkook glared at his brother one last time before throwing a non-verbal tantrum and finally proceeding to prod Jimin, "Wake up doll, time to drop you home."

All of a sudden, Woobin smashed his fist down on the nearby polished table as two glasses came crashing down on the marble floor, brazes of shattered glass hurled in between the fabrics of Jungkook's favourite Persian rug.