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Warmth filled the blanket and kept the young male warm. The golden sunlight shimmered on the cream white velvet blanket. A scent was in the air and jungkook knew too well who it belonged to.

Slowly opened the tattooist his eyes, facing the sunlight. He closed his eyelids directly since the sunlight was too light for his eyes. After a while passed he opened it and looked out of the window, seeing the million city seoul.

His head hurt like hell and the pain was unbelievable. He groaned and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. The tattooist sat in the big bed and hold his burning head, it felt like it was on fire. He noticed that his cheeks were wet. Did he cried while sleeping? Or did his nightmare hurt him while he slept?

Questions grew in jungkook and he let out a sigh as he couldn't find answers but hoped it was his first thought.

"I see. You are awake now."

A gulp filled the room after a dark voice spoke. Jungkook knew to who this voice belongs to and he hoped he would never hear this voice again but why does he feel deep down some joy and excitement as he heard this voice?

"What do you want jerk?"

The tattooist planned on yelling at the older male but he couldn't do it. His words were quiet and he sounded so weak as he spoke them out. Both of the males faced each other and jimin had a expressionless emotion on his face- it confused the younger.

"My tattoo. You ran away. I told you that I will not touch your brother or someone else if you stay here but you didn't." spoke jimin out in a low dangerous tone that made Jeon shiver.

"Don't you dare to touch my brother! Don't involve him!" screamed jungkook and he sat straight in the big cream white bed.

"Aww how lovely it is. You want to protect your brother. How cute." grinned Park and couldn't stop laughing. "Let's see what i can do to him." With these words the mercenary turned around and was about to leave the room.

Sweat ran the forehead from jeon down and he fought about the whole situation. He bit his lips hard, so hard that they started to bleed.

"Wait!" called jungkook after the older male. Jimin turned around with his grin on his lips. "What is it? My decision is already made so you-"

"Punish me instead of my brother. You can do what you want."

Silence filled the whole room and the mafia member leaned against the wooden door frame. The warm sunlight shined onto the pale skin from jeon and his eyes kept looking at the velvet bedcovers. He couldn't face the older. He was too weak for that.