Mafia's Princess|TK

ten

double update cause it's clicheismybae 's birthday and christmas.
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10| answer

"let me take care of your wounds jeon."

the two of them only stared at each other for a minute, but jeongguk ripped his hand away from taehyung's hold and he hates that his body is telling him to let him hold him again.

taehyung looked down.

"do what i tell you and don't annoy me." jeongguk glared at him, but taehyung glared back now.

"i'm annoying you? you are fucking annoying! you are angry because of the slightest things, i didn't do anything wrong! i just wanted to help and be nice." taehyung snapped and jeongguk's glare got only firmer.

"you had an order—"

"gosh, just shut up!" taehyung pushed him back. "i only want to help you, i thought you— you were— you seemed like a complete other person a few minutes ago, so vulnerable... only thing i ever saw in your eyes was anger and hatred, but you.. you enjoyed what you were doing, don't tell me you didn't feel free when you played the piano—"

"you don't know me, you better not mess with me like that."

taehyung sighed. "i don't mess with you— okay, i do, but not right now." he took a step closer to jeongguk and the older froze. "why are you hiding what you actually feel?" taehyung asked softly, his voice quiet.

"what do you know about me?!" jeongguk asked, his voice sharp and that's exactly what taehyung means.

"i know nothing about you, that's true, but i can read your actions. when we were in the hallway, your mood changed from anger to blankness in a second when i mentioned..." taehyung stopped before he triggers something else in jeongguk.

"when i mentioned this one thing and then, you were so mesmerizing while playing the piano, you let your feelings out and you say you lost that one person that was dear to you."
taehyung didn't know why there was a tug on his heart.

"and this—" he took jeongguk's hand in his, "—you were angry, right? and you let it out by punching something and hurting yourself? jeon, i hate you, i hate you so much, but there's something that tells me i shouldn't hate you."

jeongguk scoffed. "you hate me then tell me you should like me? listen i don't want you to like me, i'm a bad person, i shouldn't be liked—"

"that's why there's something telling me to hate you, you aren't a bad person." taehyung said, his voice sounding like a plea.

jeongguk looked at him with wide eyes, then looked down to his hand, that taehyung was still holding.

"i am a bad person, i've killed hundreds of people, i even kidnapped you."

taehyung shook his head. "jeon, you're not a bad person. you only say that because you made yourself believe it."

jeongguk stiffened for a second but taehyung kept going. "whatever happened made you build up this facade of a strong, powerful mafia leader that everyone should fear and you are scared someone breaks down the facade. you don't want to seem weak."

taehyung's hold on jeongguk's hand tightened and he feels like he could always keep holding onto his hand.

jeongguk just stared at taehyung, the blond was avoiding his gaze though, looking down. the older didn't know what to say, because taehyung and him barely know each other, shouldn't even be talking like this with each other, shouldn't even be touching like this— but the younger has seen through him, like no one else did.