Little Cub (TaeJinKook) ✅

Thirty four

“Let go of me fuckers!”  V screamed, struggling as Jin and Jimin held him down to the chair, Jungkook grabbing some rope and securing him down. V squirmed, elbowing Jin in the thigh, causing the man to let go briefly.

V flung himself away from Jimin, but the man wasn’t stupid, he’d been through this before, he knew how to handle V. So he quickly grabbed the assassin with a stronger grip and shoved him into the chair, not caring how rough he was being because he cared so much.

He wanted Taehyung back. He needed Taehyung back. He didn’t want his best friend to suffer so much anymore, he just wanted Taehyung to be happy, and he could take some wild guesses and say that Hoseok was not what would make him happy in the long run.

Hoseok was messed up. He wasn’t a bad person, he was just raised under different circumstances, and he couldn’t help the way he had been forced to be from a very young age.

But at the same time, Hoseok could be cruel, and he was cunning. Jimin knew that Hoseok hadn’t really abandoned V, he’d read his cards and played the hand he’d been dealt. And once the next round started, he would make his move. Jimin knew it wouldn’t be today, it probably wouldn’t be for the next few days, but he was still on guard.

Jungkook finally managed to tie V down fully, and Jimin released his iron tight grip on the male. He turned to face him, frowning. “Taehyung.” He said lowly.

“That is not my name.” V sneered out. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“Taehyung.” Jimin said once again, his voice low, but calm. The assassin scoffed, rolling his eyes and turning. “Taehyung, look at me.” Jimin demanded.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” V shouted, turning to face Jimin full on, glaring straight into his eyes. “How many fucking times do I have to fucking tell you that that is not my fucking name—“

“Shut up.” Jimin snapped. V’s mouth snapped closed from shock, and he just sat there, silently staring at the man. “Taehyung, you know that this is wrong. Snap out of it. Before you do or say something that you regret. I know that this isn’t you, so come back to me. Come back to us. We miss you.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that. It’s V, I’m V. Taehyung doesn’t exist.”

“Taehyung.” Jimin began again. “Don’t you want to go back to the way things were? You’ve built a family for yourself, you have friends, you have two men who would do anything for you, you’ve finally gotten the job of your dreams, you’re happy. Don’t go back to this kind of lifestyle, I know how much pain it caused you and I don’t want to see you unhappy anymore.”

“You think I was happy before? No, your fucking wrong. This. This is what makes me happy. Being strong, having Hobi by my side—“

“Hoseok isn’t healthy for you.”

“We’re starting with this bullshit again? I’m not talking to you again about this—“

“Hoseok isn’t healthy for you, and you know it. He needs help, and so do you, but he needs help from someone else, not from you. And you…why can’t you just rely on someone for help for once? We’ve done this before V, come on. I don’t want to start over, we got so far last time—“

“And look where that got me. A job that I hated, chained to my bed half the time, being my brothers bitch—“

“You achieved so much after that! You were trying, you think as Taehyung you were weak but you weren’t! In fact, you’re weak now. You’re just a coward, hiding behind some persona that your brother created for you! You’re Taehyung! You’re the man who overcame everything your fucking brother threw at you, the one who achieved his own dreams, met two men who care for him and would lay the whole world at his feet! But no, you keep fucking insisting that your V. Well guess what, V? You’re nothing but an image Taemin created to make you seem weak and nothing but trouble! And you’re calling Taehyung the weak one? You’re just—“

“Stop! Just...stop.” Taehyung shouted, but his voice ended with a whisper. “I’m not...my brother does not get to define who I am.”

“That’s right...Taehyung.”