His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 8

The two boys grinned, the younger blushing as the walked hand-in-hand through the crowded amusement park. All of a sudden, the shorter boy gasped, "Jungkook, look at the lion plushie there!"

The dark-haired boy looked at the prize, the game was a shooting game. "Is that a lion or some kind of dog?"

Taehyung pouted, "It's a lion, Kookie, just look at it!"

The older laughed, before paying the employee. The younger watched in awe as his boyfriend hit the target dead-on with every shot. The employee seemed stunned as well, and obediently handed over the plushie that Jungkook pointed to.

"Kookie, how did you get to be so good at shooting? I never knew you could do that!"

Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed briefly as he remembered the shooting lessons his father had insisted upon from the time he was 7 years old. Giving a forced laugh, he lightly responded, "Video games. You know how competitive I can get when I'm playing."

The younger giggled. Everyone knew how seriously Jungkook took his gaming. Standing on his toes, he pressed a soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips. He could taste the mint gum the older had been chewing, while Jungkook could taste the cherry lip balm the smaller boy was wearing. His doe eyes sparkled as he smiled his boxy grin up at the taller boy. "Thank you for winning it for me Kookie!"

Present Day

Jungkook's eyes blinked open, taking a moment to register that it was just a dream. Or actually, a memory. 'Our first anniversary. He was so happy about that stupid stuffed lion.' He gave a heavy sigh as he combed his fingers through his tangled locks. 'He named it Yeontan. I wonder whatever happened to that thing?'

Elsewhere...

A quiet moan slips from his mouth at the feel of a pair of lips pressing soft kisses along the length of his back. Helplessly, he grinds his hips into the sheets beneath him, seeking some kind of relief, drawing a soft curse from the man behind him, "Fvck, you're so beautiful!". The harshly muttered praise making his honey skin flush.

He's yanked from his pleasure-induced haze by unexpected crushing pain, it feels as if his heart is being torn apart! That pain is followed by further agony as it feels like every bone in his body is broken, desperate pleas slipping past his bloodied lips as mocking laughter echoes in his ears, "P-please...Kookie...help me...".

The taunting laughter continues, a cruel voice answering him, "Nobody's coming to save you doll. Nobody gives a damn. Now be good..."

A sharp gasp tears from his lips as V lunges upwards in bed, a shaky hand raising to press against his racing heart, soothing away the echoes of that crushing pain in his heart. Realizing he was safe in his bed, moonlight slipping between the gaps in his curtains, he takes a shuddering breath and combs his fingers through his sweat-slicked ash-grey hair.

Laying back down in the messy sheets, V reaches out to grab 'Tan', his stuffed lion, and holds the stuffie tightly to his chest. When he'd woken up in the hospital, he'd been in so much pain, and so lost. Suga had brought him the stuffed lion, he'd found it in V's old room. For some reason it had brought the broken boy immediate comfort, and the name 'Tan' had just fit. Sighing, the assassin cuddles his plushie as he closes his tired eyes, hoping to avoid more dreams. 'Although, the first part of the dream was kind of...nice,' he remembers, before slipping back into the vacuum of sleep.

Morning-An penthouse apartment in Seoul

Baekhyun takes a breath as he restrains his annoyance. The woman sitting on the settee across from him looks equally annoyed, a scowl marring her normally attractive features. Her silky hair is still dark as ink, not a strand of silver to be seen. Along with her still trim figure and dark hair, her porcelain skin belies her age, the only sign being a few small lines at the corners of her eyes. Yes, physically, the woman is still quite lovely. 'If only she were as lovely on the inside...' he inwardly sighs.

"Eomma, I'm not going to entertain your ridiculous suggestion. I just celebrated my anniversary for goodness' sake! Chanyeol and I have been married for 7 years! When are you going to accept the fact I'm gay and quit trying to set me up with women??"

"You're not gay, you're just being stubborn and refusing to try dating a woman! Don't you want to give me grandchildren? Who else will inherit your position if you don't find a woman to give you babies?"

The man rolls his eyes, "Haven't you ever heard of adoption Eomma? There are plenty of children in need of homes."

She sneers in disgust, "You're not handing off everything to some orphan you take in off the street. Why are you punishing me??"

"I'm not punishing you, I'm just gay. I don't care that you refused to attend our anniversary party, and my husband is incredibly patient about you refusing to speak to him. But I will not tolerate you disrespecting him by throwing possible replacements at me every time I visit you."

Standing, he straightens his suit,"I have to be going Eomma, I have work. Please try to understand, if you don't quit this, I'll quit visiting you entirely. I love Chanyeol, and I will always choose him." Pressing a kiss to her cold cheek, he ignores her stubborn silence as he turns to leave.

He knows his mother loves him, but the woman is capable of being just as ruthless as the mafia leader she'd married. His regular visits to see her always left him stressed, and he was relieved to hear his husband's ringtone from his phone. Smiling happily, he answeres, "I miss you!"

AN: So I had to give a presentation in front of the research team I'm working with, along with the professor overseeing our project. Each member had to present, and the professor asked me to go first AGAIN. This is the 3rd presentation I've had to do for her over the last few semesters I've been working with her, and she always makes me go first for some reason. And it's not alphabetical order or anything. I was incredibly stressed, cuz I hate public speaking. Anyways, that's why this update took a few days. It may seem like filler, but everything adds pieces to the puzzle.

And OH EM GEE I can't believe I have over 500 reads! I 💜 you all! Thank you so much for all your kind words and support!