Engaged to a Snake

여덟째

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Translation: The Eighth

Chapter Eight § Jungwoo

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The day after Jungkook and Taehyung finally had their first intimacy, the couple grew increasingly close.

Taehyung had fully accepted Jungkook for who he was, and his path in life. He had moved on from everyone he'd ever hung on to from past relationships, his heart now set on the man he was going to marry.

Taehyung had gotten up to his usual alarm, and went straight to the bathroom, taking care of his usual morning routine before wandering into Jungkook's and his walk in closet for clothes to work in.

He finally chose a pair of black slacks and a large white button down that tucked into the slacks some. And somehow, Taehyung pulled it off. He pulled on a grey trench coat, and then leaned over to carefully brush away stray hair from Jungkook's forehead.

"I'll see you later, Kook ah. Sleep well, and be safe," Taehyung muttered before brushing his lips over the mafia's, and then leaving the room with his work equipment.

Yoongi was already waiting for Taehyung in the kitchen, dressed casually while munching on a piece of toast with a travel mug filled with coffee in his spare hand.

"Mornin'," Taehyung mumbled a bit as he too grabbed some coffee, debating on whether or not he would be able to eat at work.

Eventually, the blond decided against breakfast at home, and smiled tiredly at Yoongi.

"Jungkook's still asleep, but he'll prolly be up soon because I got up. You ready to go?"

The mafia nodded his head a bit, his feline-like eyes calm, yet calculating.

"Do you have the gun Jungkook got you?"

A nod.

"Good, then let's go. I've already got my stuff."

With that, the two headed out the door.

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When Taehyung and Yoongi finally made their way out of Gucci headquarters, both were exhausted.

Taehyung had to do more running around than normal, and Yoongi had to chase after him, so neither were too happy.

The walk to the car was quiet, but once they reached the car, four men jumped out from the darkness, guns raised. However, three of the four weapons were aimed at Yoongi.

One of the masked men grabbed Taehyung, trying to pull him away from Yoongi, but the blond quite clearly was not going to just let himself be dragged away.

Not again.

"Get your filthy fucking hands off me!"

Taehyung purposely made his already deep voice go deeper, which was a big help, because the man who had grabbed him immediately loosened his grip enough for Taehyung to break free and go back to Yoongi's side.

"Taehyung. We don't want to fight right now. Don't do anything that the group would do, got it?"

The blond glanced at Yoongi, nodding his head a bit.