His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 18

Needing to get away from all those prying eyes, V briefly considered going back to the room he'd been placed in. The thought of staring at the same blank walls was unappealing though, so he found himself climbing the stairs to the second floor. He'd glanced around the level earlier when he'd first escaped his room, and he knew this was where the others slept.  Wandering along the halls, he found himself facing a set of double doors, and testing the handle he found the room unlocked.

Entering, his eyes were immediately drawn to the massive bed against the opposite wall of the large room. Heavy drapes covered the windows, and as he explored he found a walk-in closet that was almost as big as the living room he shared with Suga. Humming to himself, he plucked a black hoodie from a hanger. Pulling the hoodie over his head, he inhaled, the faint scent of a spicy cologne filling his senses. "This must be Jungkook's," the boy murmurs, a part of him enjoying being wrapped in the other's scent.

"It looks good on you," the unexpected voice makes V jump, gun drawn and aimed at the intruder before he can register who's standing in the door of the closet.

Jungkook raises his hands, eyes steady on the younger who currently has a gun pointed in his direction. His mouth goes dry as he takes in the way his larger top swallows V's smaller frame. The older always loved seeing Tae wearing his clothes. It had been another way of showing everyone that the beautiful boy belonged to him, Jeon Jungkook, and no one else. The way Tae's sweet scent had blended with his own spicier one that clung to his clothes had given him a sense of satisfaction that echoed in him now.

"I see you found my room. I thought you'd gone back to yours at first. I was a little worried when I found it empty." He'd felt nervousness creeping at him when he couldn't find the boy at first. He'd worried the younger may have left the compound, and would disappear from his life again.

The silver haired snorted as he lowered his arm, roughly pushing past the taller, "That's not my room, Kookie." His voice is mocking when he calls the other by the nickname.

Jungkook's hand rakes through his hair as he watches V stalk around the room, tension evident in his jerky movements. "How did you find out about that name?"

The assassin stops his pacing, eyes fixed in a blank stare at nothing. "I sometimes have dreams. Sometimes I remember pieces of the dreams, sometimes I just remember how they make me feel. Lately, I've been remembering more of the dreams. I've remembered calling someone 'Kookie' a few times now, but I didn't know who it was. But I started to put things together after I got here, the way I was told said how protective you were of me, the pictures. And Kookie and Jungkook..." he shrugs,"The name just clicked."

The ravenette nods, struggling to hide his anxiety. He can't read how V is feeling about everything, and he hates it. There was a time when the younger couldn't hide any of his feelings from the older boy. He wore his every emotion right there on his face and in his eyes. But the man in front of him seems blank, no hint of how he may be feeling in his eyes.

"So you know. You know that you and I..."

"Used to fvck?" the assassin interrupts, his voice flippant.

Jungkook swallows irritation at the casual way the other refers to their relationship, "It wasn't like that. We were lovers. Boyfriends."

"Until you left me," the younger reminds him.

The mafia leader sucks in a breath, pain lashing at him, "Yes, I did. It was a horrible fvcking mistake. But I did it because-"

"Because you wanted to protect me. Yeah, I got that," he laughs, his voice harsh, "Seems like I've been hearing that a lot. Everyone has been hiding everything from me to 'protect' me."

Swallowing, Jungkook steps towards the younger, "I know you're probably pissed. And I know I screwed up, badly."

Turning his chocolate eyes to the older, V hisses, rage snapping "Yeah, I'm fvcking pissed. Everyone has spent years acting like they know what's best for me, and to hell with how they fvcking make me feel! You all pretend you care, but if you did you would have cared that what you were doing was hurting me! You didn't really give a damn about me!"

His raven head snapping up as the other lashes out, he stalks forward, grabbing the other's wrist, "Don't you dare say that! It fvcking gutted me! I know I fvcked up, and I know I should've told you the truth back then and let you decide for yourself. But I loved you so damn much and I couldn't stand the thought of you forcing yourself to stay with me and being miserable."

He continues, his voice rising,"Do you have any idea what it was like?? To hear you were dead, and I couldn't take back anything I'd said or done? I wanted to lay down and die with you! The only reason I didn't was so I could find who'd done it and make them pay. But I have spent every moment since that day regretting everything, wishing I could go back and undo what I'd done, imagining how differently things could be now. Yes, I made a huge mistake, I know that, trust me. But don't you dare try to say I didn't care about you. I fvcking loved you more than life, and that has never changed."

Anger and long-restrained passion raging through him, Jungkook yanks the smaller towards him, unable to hold himself back as he tangles a hand in V's silver locks and roughly presses his mouth to the other's cherry colored lips, pouring his feelings into the kiss, his other hand still gripping the slender wrist of the younger boy.

V freezes in shock as the mafia leader demandingly moves his firm lips against the fuller lips of the assassin. He tries to pull back as he feels the taller man's tongue lap at his closed lips, seeking entry, but the younger keeps his lips tightly closed, denying the other despite the longing curling inside him. Growling at V's attempt to deny him, Jungkook drops his hand from his wrist, instead wrapping it around the other boy's trim waist and roughly grabbing his thick ass, the surprise at the action making the younger gasp. The ravenette takes advantage and slips his tongue into the other's mouth, stroking V's tongue with his own and plundering the damp cavern.

V moans into the kiss, feeling his chest pressed firmly against Jungkook's broader, more muscled body. The older hungrily moves their lips together, dominantly exploring the other's mouth as his hand tightly grips the soft ass of the smaller boy, his other hand still gently gripping his soft hair. His lungs eventually demanding oxygen, he reluctantly lifts his lips from the other's, satisfaction filling him at the sight of V's dazed eyes and swollen, damp mouth.

The younger sucks in air, his heart racing and mind spinning. Why had Jungkook kissed him? Was it just because he'd angered him by accusing him of not caring? And who was the mafia leader really kissing? Did he just see the assassin as Taehyung, the gentle, innocent boy he'd loved? Before he knew it, the smaller felt his hand fly, slapping the other so hard his head snapped back from the impact.

"How fvcking dare you?" he snarled, "You don't get to pretend I'm someone else. I'm not some goddamned substitute for Taehyung!"

Jungkook gapes, but before he can respond the younger is already gone, dashing from the room. Frustration gripping him, he lashes out with a kick to the bed, "Dammit!"

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