The Lie You Keep

COWABUNGA!

Gosh this is so long Im sorry. Pic from gugle in Spreadshirt. If u get the reference, heyyo!

"This is all your fault!" Jungkook yells at Taehyung, grabbing his collar and throwing another punch.

Taehyung had very high patience, but once it was tested, it can be thinned out.

He's cut the brat too much slack.

So he leaned his left fist back and made it come into contact with the brat's face.

"You think I didn't do what I could?" he gritted out.

"It wasn't enough!"

Taehyung had to scoff at that.

"Like you did your best to protect Jimin!"

Something snapped in Jungkook, and he roared out a yell as he threw his whole weight on the other, who gasped in pain once he hit the ground.

"You didn't do anything!"

"Oh yeahh??! Like you did!"

They continued like that, beating each other up, shouting insults and trying to make the other hurt than themselves, because they couldn't handle such situation. Who was ever prepared for matters of the heart anyway?

A third man walked the night, black cloak on to conceal his figure, fedora on to hide his face.

Once he saw the two agents scuffling around and going for the kill, he discarded the hat and ran toward them to separate the two tigers.

"YAH! What's all this, huh?!"

He pried them apart, though their eyes were unkind, and a sigh tumbled out his lips.

"Taehyung get ahold of yourself!" he scolded the black-haired man, whose eyes lightened once he heard his name.

His eyes brimmed with a second batch of tears, and he struggled in the hold, finally going free, and throwing himself on the man to offer a huge embrace.

"Hoseok-hyung!" he sobbed, hugging tighter in fear that if he let go, he might disappear.

Jungkook falls limp, the grip on his shirt loosening, so the third man called Hoseok could put his arms to full use as he hugged the younger back, a few tears escaping his eyes without permission.

"Hoseokie-hyung," he breathed, inhaling his familiar scent and seeking solace within it. "I miss you I miss you I miss you," he chanted, a smile curving his lips.

Hoseok held him close, petting his hair and pressing brotherly kisses on his hair.

"You turned around, huh?" The amusement was evident in the deep timbre, and Hoseok can't help but chuckle.

"I couldn't let them get my friend." His eyes found the youngest among them, and he offered an awkward upturn of the lips.

"Agent Gold," he greeted cordially, Jungkook nodding silently, feeling awkward amidst the sweet moment.

"From the same agency as this guy?" He gestured to a crying Taehyung, and Hoseok only nodded in confirmation.

When all three of them were calm, they headed to Jungkook's house to talk and set things right, despite the obvious tension between the younger two. Luckily Hoseok was there to step in between.

"I'll start," he said, pointing to his chest. "I'm Jung Hoseok, aka Hope. I'm more or less the second highest in ranking and I specialize in weapon-making and finding targets. I'm basically the 'hope' of the organization, and right now I've joined Taehyung's side to protect his boyfriend." He rolled his eyes at the last part, and he got an elbow to the side for that.