Taekook Oneshots

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House Of Cards

! WARNING! MATURE CONTENT

(A/N: Spoiler alert, someone wrote this for me. Too bad Anthea. Ok I did touch it up a lil to make it better, but still. Basically I had help. DON'T JUDGE ME U HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO DO THIS.)

It took years for Jungkook to find his way to Taehyung again.

When his parents banished their love, Jungkook was forced to be apart from his loved one. When they died, Jungkook spent years looking for him again.

And finally.

He found out where Taehyung was.

The House of Cards was the most renowned cult in the whole of Korea. Famous for recruiting boys and girls at a young age, especially the moody rebellious ones. They weren't exactly triads either; they offered shelter for people that needed it.

And from what Jungkook had heard, Taehyung got pretty popular when he got there.

The cult master, none other than the infamous Kim Namjoon, adopted Taehyung like his own son, soon after he married his high school sweetheart, Kim Seokjin.

Jeon Jungkook pulled himself together as he entered the dark hallway of the House. The unfamiliar surroundings brought fear and intrigue.

At the end of the corridor was a huge throne room, built with obsidian and black marble. The two seats were occupied, by the most regal, yet dark human beings.

Namjoon was immediately recognisable. His golden locks were streaked with his signature baby blue, and his black brown eyes were framed by black glasses. He was dressed in a black velvet suit, threaded with gold and precious metal. His ring finger gleamed white with a ring.

Seokjin was of course, beautiful. People said that he was a fallen angel. His dark hair waved above his doe eyes, lashes long and pretty, lips lucious and dewy. He was in a similar suit as his husband's, but his ring had a copper bling to it.

Jungkook dropped into one knee, and lowered his head.

"Sir," He began. "I'm here after hearing that you were in the company of one, Kim Taehyung."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want?" He demanded coldly, gripping a tall silver scepter. "Who are you?"

Jungkook bowed deeper.

"Forgive me for being so direct. My name is Jeon Jungkook. I..." His voice trailed off as he caught a glimpse of a familiar shadow on the sidelines, echoing in candlelight.

The figure stepped into the light.

Kim Taehyung had grown.

Into a young man. He had dyed his hair, to a sheen of black, like Seokjin. His eyes were still the same, feline like. His perfect mouth was shaped in a shocked 'o'.

"Jungkook?" He gasped, trembling. "Is... Is that you?"

Jungkook felt a hot tear roll down his cheek.

He dashed forward, regardless of what the two cult leaders were yelling. The two long lost lovers collided, embracing each other tightly. The leaders could only stare, as they exploded in tears.

"When did you come back?" Taehyung cried, burrying his face into Jungkook's neck. "How did you find me? Why didn't you come back sooner?!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't come back yet," Jungkook whispered. "But I'm here now and I promise I'll never leave again."