His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 41

The foyer is silent for a moment after Jungkook's declaration. After a long, tense minute, V manages to gasp, "What. The. Fuck?!"

Shaking his head, Jungkook smirks as he clicks his tongue, "Language, baby."

Stepping forward, Suga glares and scoffs, "Who the fuck do you think you are? Nobody here belongs to you Jeon."

Narrowing his eyes, Hoseok's smile drops, his voice hard, "I'd keep quiet if I were you. You're in enough trouble babe."

Throughout this exchange, Baekhyun and Chanyeol made eye contact, with the leader shaking his head and rolling his eyes in exasperation. Grabbing his husband's arm, he drags the taller man away while waving the guards off. "Ok, Jeon, go talk things out with my baby brother. Don't screw things up or hurt him or I'll set your dick on fire. And Hoseok, you go knock some sense into Suga; he needs someone to take him down a peg anyways. Have fun boys!"

Sputtering and betrayed, V and Yoongi are left staring at the departing leader's back.

"Hyung!"

"Boss!"

Baekhyun ignores the outraged shouts from the younger two as he drags Chanyeol away. 'Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind', he muses as he rolls his eyes.

Distracted, neither V nor Suga notice as Hoseok discretely pulls a weapon from his pocket and quickly fires two orange darts, hitting each of them. Hissing, the scowling older man reaches up and tugs the dart from his skin before shooting a furious glare at the redhead. Unrepentant, Hobi shrugs and smirks, "Sorry, not sorry, babe."

V gapes at Jungkook as he plucks the dart from his neck, his vision already getting blurry. Stuttering, he rubs at his eyes, "Jungkook..what-"

Lunging forward, the ravenette catches the younger as he begins to fall. Feeling his slender figure in his arms again, the mafia leader takes a deep breath and holds him tight, his heart pounding with relief. "Sorry baby, but we need to talk somewhere privately, and I'm not letting you avoid me and run away this time."

Muttering a curse word, Yoongi crumples to the ground, his eyes no longer able to remain open. 'I'm gonna kick that stupid redhead's ass when I wake up...' are his last thoughts as he slips into unconsciousness.

Eyes wide, Jimin slaps Hoseok's shoulder before running to the limp figure, "Hobi! You didn't catch him!"

The older man rubs at his shoulder and rolls his eyes, "Babe, he'll be fine. Besides, he'd have tried to break my nose if I'd gotten close before he passed out. Our Yoongi's a little grumpy, in case you haven't noticed."

Namjoon and Jin watch all of this with bemused eyes, before the older clears his throat, "What are you all planning on doing with them anyways? You can't just keep them locked up until they agree to stay."

"Why not?", Jungkook queries, his face calm, before yelping as the older man slaps his head. "I was kidding! I wouldn't do that hyung!"

Taking a deep breath, he looks down at the beautiful boy in his arms. "I just want him to talk to me. I know he feels something for me, but he's not going to admit it easily. I can't lose him again, and I'm not going to let him run away from his feelings."

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon steps forward, "Then we'd better get moving. The sedative is going to wear off in a couple hours, and we're going to have two very pissed off and very dangerous men on our hands."

Later

An ache in his shoulders is the first thing V becomes aware of as he rises to consciousness. Instinctively, he tries to move his arms to ease the discomfort, only to find that he can't move. Blinking his eyes, he squints as he looks at his surroundings, his vision slowly clearing and revealing that he's in Jungkook's room. And cuffed to Jungkook's bed. In nothing but his boxers.