Forever & Always [Sequel to K&D]

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Listen to Who by Lauv (ft.BTS) for this chapter.

Xoxo,
Enjoy!
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A few days past and Taehyung was already planning his next present to Jungkook. OverWatch. The first game Taehyung had ever played with Jungkook.

He remembered holding Jungkook on his lap as he thought his how to hold the controller, kissing his neck softly as the younger played the game, giving him small happy pecks when the younger won.

His heart swelled at the times they played OW together, Jungkook's competitive side shining brightly when he won against Taehyung—gloating and cheering for himself. Something Taehyung found quite adorable.

"Ready to send it?" HyeJin chimed happy as she watched Taehyung neatly wrap the OW game. "I have the note all written for you, word for word."

Taehyung sighed softly, "Yeah." He stared softly. He didn't even know if Jungkook was keeping his presents—but he was going to keep sending them anyway. "Thank you, Jinie."

HyeJin huffed Taehyung and they put the finishing touches on the present. The younger could help but feel nervous to send it, but he hoped everything would turn out okay in the end.

This week Taehyung had wondered if Jungkook would be mad when he finds out that Taehyung killed Lucas. Maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would.

He didn't know. And that scared him.

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Jungkook arms ached with each harsh punch he through into the punching bag, and his wrists ached from the impacts. Sweat dripped off his forehead, a sleek gloss of sweat over his neck and his slightly grown out hair swooped back in a man bun. Something he did quite often when working out.

He liked working out, because he didn't have to think. All he had to focus on was the next punch or the next dead lift. All he had to focus on was pushing himself farther than last time.

And that—he could do.

Working out gave him a rush of adrenaline similar to the one he got from the violence he was a part of in his gang days.

His heart pumped, his muscles ached, and his music drowned out the world around him. He liked it this way.

Jungkook spent a total of two hours working out that Saturday. Two hours of pushing himself. Two hours of distracting himself.

Distracting himself from what? To put it simply, he was distracting himself from his brutal reality. The reality that he was twenty-three and working a full time job, instead of being twenty-three and partying. Getting drunk, experimenting with drugs, and having random one-night-stands.

Being twenty-three and living.

He thought about how the first time he witnessed a death he had only been seventeen. How the first time he had fully bankrupt a business, he was eighteen.

How he screwed his life over when he started a gang. When he decided he wasn't worth anything more than a dirty thief and killer. And even if he hadn't killed anyone personally, he had ordered people to be killed. He was just as guilty—if not more—than anyone else.

He realized that the first time he finally had something—that he was worth something—was with Taehyung.

Taehyung made him feel like he was worth it. He showed him a glimpse of being a real young adult. He showed him how to smile, laugh, and love.

It hurt that the only person who made him feel normal after so long betrayed him. So much so that Jungkook told himself he didn't need Taehyung. That he was going to get through life without the older—move past what he did.