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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim
      Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
  Additional Tags:
      Step_Brothers, jinkook_-_Freeform, Top_Jungkook, Bottom_Seokjin, Angst,
      Smut, Incest, but_not_incest, Underage_-_Freeform, Blowjobs,
      Masterbation, Penetration, FaceFucking, Choking, Force-choking, Rape/Non-
      con_Elements, we're_gon_pretend_that_jungkook_is_taller_than_jin,
      Psychological, Attempted_Murder, Murder
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      Published: 2017-04-06 Updated: 2018-03-04 Chapters: 13/? Words: 50435
****** Drenched in Sin ******
by celestjals
Summary
     Jungkook finds his stepbrother, Kim Seokjin, suddenly appearing
     before him after leaving to Japan for 2 years. Not only does Jungkook
     have to deal with the recent death of his mother, but also how
     Seokjin glows brilliantly under the lights. He relives the memories
     he has buried deep in his heart every time he sees Seokjin in corner
     of his eye. As he journeys through the road to adulthood, Jungkook
     must choose between family and love.
***** The Resurrection of Cain *****
Chapter Notes
     The italicized phrases are Jungkook's thoughts.
     This is in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2016
     Jungkook: 17
     Seokjin: 20
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"I'm home." Jungkook exclaims after he opens the door. Tired from school, he
takes his school bag off his shoulder and puts it on the floor. He then begins
to untie his shoes at the door when he hears a distant voice.
"Welcome back."
Jungkook's eyes widen, and he realizes that the voice sounded familiar. He knew
that voice—the tone, the pitch—everything behind it. He looks up to find Kim
Seokjin standing in front of him, simply wiping his hands off with a washcloth.
Ah, I forgot, hyung came home.
"I made seasoned pork belly." Seokjin starts heading to kitchen. Jungkook
stares him like a young child. His eyes wonder lower and lower until he reaches
down to his shoelaces. Jungkook pauses and tries to process what had happened
the past week. After a moment, he finishes untying his shoes and heads for the
kitchen.
"Ah, Jungkook", his father greets him. "Sit down, I already set the table." His
father goes into the living room and turns on the TV. Jungkook loosens his tie
around his neck and then fills a glass cup with water. He sits down, and
Seokjin walks across the kitchen to the refrigerator and grabs 2 eggs.
Jungkook's eyes follow his brother as he walks over to the stove and cracks the
eggs into the pan. Seokjin has on his old senior shirt with "Class of 2014"
written on it.
Jungkook lowers his eyelids and takes a sip of water as he focuses on Jin's
hair. His hair is a light, musky brown, with some black roots peaking out as if
he had dyed it a few months ago. The bouncy strands resemble ocean waves,
following the same current, and soft pillows you would find in a hotel room.
Jungkook looks over to the refrigerator and spots a picture of the family at
his brother's graduation. Both of them had black hair and the same hairstyle
that looked like a coconut. Then, he looks back at his brother and wonders how
long it's been since Seokjin left.
It has been 2 years since Seokjin left Hoengseong to live in Japan. He had
surprised the family with his new apprenticeship under a sushi chef in Osaka.
Jungkook remembered the day his brother left. He remembered the excitement and
anxiety Seokjin had. He remembered the tears his mother shed and the flash of
the camera when they took their last picture together. He remembered the last
words they shared and the huge smile on his brother's face as he hugged
Jungkook. And he remembered the tightness in his chest when his brother
disappeared into the terminal.
HISSSSSSSSS
Startled by the sizzle of the pan, Jungkook notices that he had titled his cup
too much and forced the water to fall down his face onto his shirt.
"Ah" Jungkook places the empty cup on the table and grabs the wet spot on his
shirt.
Seokjin notices what has happened and grabs a napkin. "Aish, this kid", he
teases Jungkook. The older brother bends down in front of him with one knee on
the ground. He takes Jungkook's right hand and moves it away to begin wiping
his shirt. Immediately, Jungkook releases his hand from Seokjin's grasps. The
elder stops wiping and glances up with big eyes and a slightly confused look.
Jungkook looks down at his brother and realizes that Kim Seokjin is looking
straight at him with a magnificent gaze. He notices how his brother's fingers
grip the folds of his shirt and how close Jin is to his body. He could feel how
warm Seokjin's fingers are against the wet cloth that binds to his body. Now
realizing what has happened, Jungkook turns away from his brother's eyes.
Jungkook stands up and pulls his body away from Seokjin's grasp. "A-ah hyung",
Jungkook tries to break the silence in the room, "I can do it myself." Seokjin
stands up and the younger grabs the napkin from him.
"Aigoo", Seokjin brightens up the room, "I almost forgot, our Jungkookie is in
high school." Seokjin is smile back at Jungkook as he grabs the empty glass cup
on the table. He turns his back and walks to the sink to put the cup into the
sink. Jungkook admires Seokjin's figure, that had become slimmer. And his
shoulders that grew boarder. He notices the small changes in the person who he
used to call "pig hyung".
He turns his attention to his shirt and begins wiping his stain away, slowly.
And slowly, everything comes back to him. All the late nights, all the hot
summers. The shows they watched together, the games they played. He thought
about the holidays they spent at Jeju with their cousins. He remembered the
nights they spent together reading mangas. And how they broke popsicles in half
to share under the blazing hot sun. And then he remembered the pain Seokjin
left him with. When those late nights turned into endless ones spent staring up
at the ceiling. When the popsicle melted into Jungkook's hand as he sat in
front of the convenience store alone. And when their room suddenly felt bigger
with the addition of an empty bed.
Seokjin walks past his brother to the cabinet and grabs the salt shaker.
Jungkook pauses to study Jin's face and how 2 years aged him. His face had
become tighter, and his eyelashes create a soft shadow against his sparkling
eyes. His flawless skin radiates a brilliant ray, and his lips glow like a
bright red neon light. Jungkook notices that Jin had lost his heavy Busan
dialect. How Seokjin traded his sharp tongue for the soft words that rolls off
his lips. Jungkook couldn't figure it out. Something changed but somehow
everything didn't. How can the man that's standing in front of him now be the
same man 4 years ago?
"Hey, Jungkook." Seokjin's voice becomes hushed. Jungkook notices that
Seokjin's back is facing him as the older cuts the pork belly. "You're in your
last year of high school right?", he asks.
"Mmm", Jungkook answers. Seokjin pauses for a moment and puts his knife down.
He turns around to walk towards his younger brother. Jungkook's wild gaze
follows him like a tiger to his prey. 
"Yah," Seokjin's smile begins to appear, "do you have a girlfriend?" Seokjin
teases him and leans against the counter next to Jungkook, crossing his arms.
Jungkook almost chokes on the sight of Jin's prominent biceps.
"No." Jungkook answers with a stern face, eyes painfully piercing into Seokjin,
but his brother didn't seem to notice. His brother didn't seem to notice a lot
of things about Jungkook while he noticed everything about Seokjin. His eyes
wonders down, away from his hyung's face. Jungkook wonders why he was still
holding onto something that was already never there to begin with.
"Why?", Seokjin's accent starts to seep in. "You grew into a fine, young man."
The elder lifts his hand to pat Jungkook's head. Jungkook's eyes grow large as
he sees bits of his hair covering the sight of Jin laughing right in front of
him. He wanted to back away from Seokjin but he couldn't. He just froze. And
then Jungkook notices just how close they are. He watches the way his plump
lips shape his soft smile and the hearts in his eyes that glisten from the
reflecting lights. He feels just how gentle Seokjin's palms are on top of his
head and way his fingernails glide through his hair.
"Nah, you must be lying to me." Seokjin removes his hand off of Jungkook's head
and casually takes Jungkook's left hand instead. "Jungkook-ah, you're living at
the pinnacle of your youth, you know that?" 
Seokjin looked at him like he had 2 years ago. With the same naive look he had
given Jungkook as if Jungkoook was still the same 14 year old. No matter what
gaze the Jin gave, Jungkook was being pulled in, by something, he didn't know
what. The confusion, the denial, began to come back to him again. Jungkook knew
what it was, but he couldn't tell what it was at the same time. The eyes, the
lips, the nose—it wasn't something, it was everything. It was the same man,
somehow, he wasn't hallucinating. The same man from 2 years ago. In all of his
brilliance, in front of Jungkook, once again. In ripples, the pain and pleasure
came in, and he could feel every bit of it again. Jungkook's breathing
quickened, every breath seemed to dissipate as he tried to search for air. He
could feel a hammer beating against his head on the spot Seokjin touched. His
heart rate seemed to climb faster and faster the longer Seokjin held his left
hand. Inching closer and closer, deeper and deeper, Jungkook—
"Seokjin, is dinner ready?", Father came into the kitchen.
The older brother turns his head the other way and lets go of Jungkook's left
hand, "Yes, let me get the kimchi." Seokjin headed over to the refrigerator to
pull out a jar of kimchi and put some on the table.
Jungkook is frozen like a statue. "Yah, Jungkook," His father calls out "what's
that on your shirt?" He asked. Jungkook looked down at his shirt and then
looked at the napkin in his right hand. "Go to your room and change your
shirt." Jungkook looks at his father for a second.
"Ah, this." He puts the napkin down and heads for his room, eyes locked down
onto the floor.
He shuts the door after he enters and leans against the wall. The room is pitch
black, but Jungkook can still see the bright suitcases in the right corner of
his room. His vision shifts back and forth between clear and blurry. He holds
his beating head with his hands. It's no use, the heat gets hotter with every
touch. He puts his left hand on top of his chest to try to control his senses.
And then lowers his left hand down in front of his chest. His eyebrows bury
into a harsh expression, and he lowers his right hand to grab his left.
Shit.
His left hand was burning with desire.
Chapter End Notes
     hello! this is my first written work, so I would really appreciate if
     you left some feedback!
***** Crimson in the Skies *****
Chapter Notes
     This is in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Past: 2009
     Jungkook: 10
     Seokjin: 13
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Tired from the long drive, Jungkook walked into the door. "Jungkook say hello."
His mother told him. Jungkook looked at the boy in front of him, saying
nothing. His wide eyes wondered up and down the tall teenager, who was rolling
in two suitcases next to his new father. "Jungkook", his mother repeated,
"greet your new brother."
Jungkook bowed, "Hello."
The teenager bended down to meet his young brother, "Hello," he smiled," I'm
Kim Seokjin." Jungkook just kept his gaze on the elder. He thought the way
Seokjin smiled was strange and unnecessary. The way 'Kim Seokjin' sounded, it
didn't seem right. There was something, something that Jungkook could never
figure out.
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After dinner, his stepfather brought him up the stairs and though the hallway
to a room. He opened the door to what Jungkook thought would be his new room.
His frustration only grew when he noticed there were two beds at opposite ends.
Jungkook looked at the beds with aggravation. He felt so isolated, so alone in
this new environment. He had spent 6 hours sleeping in a shuttle bus, traveling
from Busan to Hoengseong. The beautiful skyscrapers that he used to look up to
soon became the millions of trees he was to supposedly "admire". The roads that
were saturated with cars and lights were left deserted in Hoengseong. And
instead, the vast green landscape stretched on miles on end, as if there was no
escape from this nightmare. Before he knew it, the warm, comfortable futon he
had shared with his mother soon was suddenly replaced with a single twin
mattress, accompanied next to a complete stranger.
When his stepfather left to help his mother unpack, he was left alone to sit on
his new bed and looked around the beige colored room. He saw a wooden shelf
near Seokjin's bed filled up with an array of the Dragon Ball Z series, lined
up in perfect chronological order. Below the collection of mangas, he noticed 9
figures, 4 of them were red. He walked up to shelf and found that the figures
belonged to the Super Mario franchise. Then, Jungkook came over to a black desk
that was placed in front of the ends of beds. He pulled the chair out and
flipped through the textbooks that laid on top. He noticed a Chungyeon
Intermediate School uniform neatly hung on the side of chair.
The door swung open, and Jungkook stood up from the chair. Seokjin entered with
a towel over his wet hair, water dripping everywhere on the wooden floor,
"Jungkook," Seokjin walked over to his bedside, "You can use the shower now."
Jungkook looked at him and then down at the trail of water he left behind.
Jungkook hated stepping in water with his bare feet because it felt slimy and
dirty. He walked over Seokjin's made river to his suitcase and grabbed pajamas
and shampoo. Seokjin stopped him, "Oh, we have shampoo in the shower. Use that
one instead, yeah?" he gave the young boy a smile. Jungkook felt annoyed, but
put his shampoo down anyways.
He stepped into the steamy restroom. The large mirror was foggy and the white
walls were lined with condensation. The shower was hidden by the burgundy
cotton hanging from the metal rod on top. The restroom had a sweet scent
lingering, concentrated in the shower. Jungkook turned on the shower head and
was immediately taken back due to the scorching downpour. The burden inside the
young boy developed into anger. It seemed as if nothing as gone right for him
so far.
Stepping out of the shower, Jungkook brushed his wet strands back. He patted
himself down and walked out to his new room. When he opened the door, he saw
Jin in his sheets, fast asleep. He slowly shut the door behind him to prevent
any sound from escaping. As Jungkook walked to his bed, he bumped into the
chair and forced the uniform to fall. At first, the young boy glanced over at
Seokjin and found that he was still asleep as if nothing had happened. Ignoring
the uniform, Jungkook continued to his bedside and sat in front of the sleeping
man. The peaceful face somehow irritated Jungkook. Or maybe it was the room,
how small it felt, even though it was significantly bigger than his last one.
Everything felt so suffocating, so unfamiliar. This new town, new house, new
brother. In reality, Jungkook knew they were all strangers and saw him as a
speck of dust. Nothing made Jungkook so angry then to see Seokjin sleeping
soundly, neglecting Jungkook's existence.
Jungkook jumped onto his bed, which produced a creaking noise from the spring
foam mattress. He flipped his blanket over himself violently. Why did this
happen to him? He missed his home in Busan and the beaches he would in the
summer. Why did his mother have to remarry a man and why must he have a son
that wasn't even his age? He swayed back and forth from his right side to his
left, unable to fall asleep. The more he thought about it, the more enraged he
became.
"Goodnight, Jungkook.", he heard.
Jungkook suddenly felt a burning sensation. He looked confused and turned over
to his right. He saw the sleeping man shining in the sapphire moonlight, coming
from the open window. A gust of wind blew into the room, and Seokjin's hair
danced with it in in perfect harmony. As the elder opened his eyes, the pearls
in his irises glistened under the blue hue of the stars. The soft tint
emphasized the bloodshot red of his lips and his milky skin. Jungkook held his
breath and watched Jin slowly close his eyes to continue his deep slumber. As
if time stood still, the younger boy felt weightless like he was floating on
clouds that surrounded the full moon. The young boy closed his eyes as the grey
clouds enveloped the pure moon bit by bit, turning the bright night into a dark
abyss.
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A white figure with broad shoulders filled his blurry vision. As his sight
became more clear, the more those shoulders resembled a whole man.
"Ah Jungkook," Seokjin turned around, "good morning" Jungkook rubbed his right
eye with his hand. Seokjin straightened his green tie and tucked in the white
shirt in his green khakis. The young boy noticed that there was a dirt stain on
the right pocket. Pain stabbed Jungkook right in his chest. It was precise, as
if it was an arrow. "Just wear anything for today, you'll get your uniform
tomorrow." Seokjin lifted his books off the desk and headed out the door.
Before Seokjin left the room, he reminded his stepbrother, "Ah, breakfast is
ready.", he smiled and Jungkook was left, caught up in his guilt.
After Jungkook closed the door, he was greeted by his mother, who placed a bowl
of rice on the table where his new father and brother sat. His mother sat down
in a chair besides his stepfather. In front of her was an empty chair, left for
Jungkook, seated next to Seokjin.
"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin's father called him, "sit down." he smiled at the young
boy and Jungkook obeyed him. He took a sit next to Seokjin, who grabbed a piece
of kimchi and placed it on his rice.
"Jungkook-ah," he looked to his stepfather, "I'm going to take you and Seokjin
to school today.", the man grinned, "Do you know where you will be going to?"
Jungkook stared at him and shook his head, "Danyang Elementary School.", the
man answered.
Seokjin was the first to finish his plate and left for his room again. After,
his stepfather finished and kissed his mother on the cheek as he headed for the
restroom. "Jungkook-ah, remember to finish your food.", his mother reminded
him. The boy stared at his bowl of rice. He knew wasn't hungry, but managed to
finish half before his stepfather came out with car keys in his hand.
"Where's Seokjin?", his stepfather asked. He called Seokjin's name out loud,
warning that they would be late, and Seokjin came running into the living room.
He had a blue cap in his right hand and bent down to Jungkook.
"Jungkook," he held the cap out in front of the boy, "This is my gift to you. I
used to wear this to the same elementary school you're going to." Jungkook
glanced down at the worn out cap, "Will you wear this for me?", Jungkook
noticed the existing dirt stain on Seokjin's shirt and looked up at the smiling
teenager. He took the cap with both his hands and nodded at his stepbrother.
"Thank you." Seokjin grinned widely.
"Yah, Seokjin-ah!" his stepfather called out to them from the outside. Jungkook
followed his stepbrother outside and into the Toyota.
On the way, Jungkook was fixed against the window, observing the countryside.
The bright blue sky contrasted with the lush green fields. He saw people
picking tea leaves and watering plots of dirt. They passed old buildings and
stores specializing in all types of traditional trades. A large stream appeared
after the car passed a cattle farm, which both amazed the young boy. Soon, more
and more people, dressed in the same uniform as his stepbrother, began to
emerge, and all of them stared at the vehicle passing through the street. When
his stepfather stopped the car, the teenager opened the door and walked out.
Seokjin had presence the moment he stepped out of the car and Jungkook could
sense that girls were staring at him, but trying not to be obvious. It wasn't
long until Jin was greeted by some students at the gate, which Jungkook assumed
were his friends. Seokjin laughed as they teased him for getting out of his
car. Jungkook couldn't hear what his stepbrother was saying, but was given
attention after Seokjin pointed at him. Then, Jungkook hid half his face under
the car window, only allowing him to see what was going to happen next. His
stepbrother smiled and waved at him, to which the surrounding boys then did as
well.
"Wave goodbye, Jungkook." his stepfather said as he waved to his son. Jungkook
followed and lifted his small hand for Seokjin to see. His stepfather started
the car again when Seokjin turned around and headed into the school grounds.
The pair traveled through a farm of chickens and more green land to the
opposite side of the town. They arrived at school, and the little children,
accompanied by their parents, all stared at the car driving into the empty
parking lot. Jungkook's stepfather parked in front of a building that was next
to the playground. He opened the car door next to Jungkook and the little boy
could see all the children his age, staring at the father-son couple. "Let's
go, Jungkook. School's starting soon." he told his stepson. But Jungkook just
froze as he saw the parents fix their strange gaze on him. His stepfather
looked to his left and to his right and then back at his boy. He took the blue
cap from Jungkook's hand and placed it on the boy's head. Jungkook's eyes widen
with astonishment as he looked at his stepfather. His stepfather smiled right
back at him and held his hand out for Jungkook, "Jungkook-ah, let's go to
school together, yeah?"
It was a smile Jungkook remembered from last night, but he couldn't recall
whether it was from a dream or a nightmare. However, it was smile Jungkook
found comforting. He took his stepfather's hand and both of them walked into
the building, hand in hand. Inside the air-conditioned room, he was greeted
with large, colorful paintings of flowers covering the wall and two women
behind the front desk. His stepfather spoke to one of the women and then called
Jungkook over. The nice lady introduced herself and told him to follow her
through the door where she took him outside. Jungkook examined the fat trees
and green grass that completely varnished the small school as he and his
stepfather followed the woman. They arrived in a room that was labeled "08" on
top of the door. They were greeted by who was to be Jungkook's 4th grade
teacher, Mr. Kim, who looked very tall and young to him.
He bent down to face the little boy and asked, "Hello! Can I ask for your
name?" He spoke in childish voice which Jungkook thought was very mocking and
immature for a guy like him. Jungkook answered as usual and then the teacher
stood up to converse with his stepfather. He studied the small yet colorful
classroom. Cut-out snowflakes, varying from what looked like the first snow to
a melting mess, hung from the ceiling and pieces of writing were stapled onto
the wall. The groups were arranged with pairs of tables placed in front of the
other, totaling 6 table groups. Suddenly, Jungkook heard the bell ring and new
faces started to enter the room. As more and more students came in, the closer
and closer Jungkook inched towards his stepfather's shadow. After the last few
students came running in, Jungkook's stepfather told him that he had to leave
and patted the boy's head before he disappeared out the door. Seokjin took his
cap off and the familiar feelings of loneliness and anxiety crept onto Jungkook
as he was the center of attention in the silent classroom.
Mr. Kim ended the silence, "Alright, class, we have a new student from Busan!
Please tell us your name." Jungkook looked at his new teacher and back at the
millions of eyes fixated on him.
"Jung J-" Jungkook stuttered, "Kim Jungkook." he shifted his eyes down on the
ground to avoid eye contact with anyone. Then, all of a sudden, noise, from all
directions, erupted in front of Jungkook's face.
"Are you Kim Seongguk's son?", he heard, "Are you Kim Seokjin's long lost
brother?" A voice came from the left, "But you don't look like Kim Seokjin at
all." Then from the right, "Yah, Eunjung-ah, I don't think he's Seokjin's
brother"
Mr. Kim yelled at the children to force them to quiet down. After they settled
down, he asked, "Kim Jungkook, how old are you?"
"Ten." he answered a bit louder as he looked timidly back at his teacher.
Before another uproar began, his teacher advised him to sit at the table in far
right back corner of the room.
He walked there slowly, trying to avert his eyes from the wondering stare of
his new peers. He quietly took a seat at a table which consisted of two girls
sitting on the opposite side and a boy, with heavy hooded eyes, who looked at
him abnormally and then moved his eyes off of him. After Jungkook thought all
the eyes were off him, he grabbed his pencil to practice cursive with the rest
of the class. When Jungkook finished his second line, the bell rang again,
which meant recess. He stood from his chair and started walking out the door
with the other children. When he was outside, he was met with a billion glares.
Everywhere he went, he could hear "Kim Seongguk" or "Kim Seokjin" in the air.
He choked on these names, and they quickened his breath. He felt the sun
beating down on him, and the stares jabbing into his abdomen. He sprinted
towards the field to escape under the shade of a small maple tree and sat down
alone. He looked around and saw that there were still a few classmates
gossiping about him from the blacktop. As soon as thought this town would be a
bit bearable, he was bombarded with this new dilemma. He started to recall
Busan. He remembered his old friends and the elementary he went to. He missed
the cool ocean breeze that came from the East Sea, instead of this blistering
fireball he was under. He looked up at the sky through the tiny holes of light,
that leaked from the leaves.
Hot. 
Then, he felt a something hit his left knee and looked down to find a soccer
ball.
"Ah, sorry!", Jungkook flinched at that sound from his left. Before he knew it,
he looked up to find a boy, with a defined nose and pronounced eyes, looking
down at him. "Wait, who are you?", The boy pointed his finger at Jungkook.
"Taehyung-ah!", A distant voice from the left called out.
The boy in front of Jungkook yelled back, "Jimin-ah!" And the boy that sat next
to Jungkook in class, appeared. He was shorter than the boy in front of
Jungkook. Taehyung averted his attention back to Jungkoo,. "Are you new here? I
never seen you around here before."
"Ah, he's the new kid in my class" Jimin answered him, "Kim Jungkook," Jimin
glared at him, which made Jungkook reluctant, "but it's probably better to just
leave him al-"
"Ahhh, so you are new." Taehyung cut his friend off, "Jungkook-ssi, do you know
how to play soccer?" he picked up the ball and threw it down to Jungkook.
Jungkook looked up at him cautiously, "Get up" Taehyung smiled. Jungkook had no
choice; he got up and placed the ball on the ground. Taehyung ran towards the
open field, and Jungkook kicked the ball to him. Taehyung kicked the ball over
to Jimin, who was a few feet away from Jungkook. Jimin eyed him for a while
before kicking the ball to him.
Jungkook found out that Taehyung is acutally from Yangpyeong, a neighboring
city. He goes to school here in Hoengseong because his father works in Chiaksan
National Park. And Jimin lived on a large tea plantation which his uncle owns.
When the bell rang, Jungkook asks, "Do you guys usually play alone?"
Taehyung was kicking the ball on the blacktop, "No," he replied, "It's just
today our friends were too busy finding this 'Kim Seokjin' guy." Jungkook's
stomach dropped and his throat tightened. He was careful not to speak again,
fearing that his new friends would identify him as his stepbrother. Jimin
noticed how nervous Jungkook became and studied how his classmate was reacting.
When they reached the building, Taehyung put the soccer ball away. "I'm in room
five with Miss Park." he pointed in the opposite direction Jungkook's class
was, "Oh yeah, I'm Kim Taehyung." Taehyung pulled Jimin by the hand, "And this
is Park Jimin." Taehyung grinned as Jimin's cheeks flushed.
They went their separate ways, Jungkook with Jimin and Teahyung with his
classmates. When Jungkook sat down, Jimin said, "We're coloring in our journals
now, so you'll need color pencils." Jungkook looked at him, hopeless. "But you
can share with me." Jimin took out a box of colored pencils and put them in
between the two boys. Next, he pulled out a notebook titled "Park Jimin's
Journal" and flipped to a section with two blank pieces of paper.
"Use this side" Jimin pointed to the right side and began coloring. Jungkook
continued to stare at the kind boy until he felt comfortable coloring next to
his new friend.
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School ended a hour after noon and Jungkook followed Jimin out to meet Taehyung
at the gate. Less eyes were following him because he of the friends he made,
which relaxed him. This all ended quickly when he spotted his classmates
looking in the same direction, towards Kim Seokjin himself. It looked like
there was a force field surrounding him because everyone kept a distance from
him. When Seokjin found his younger brother, he walked towards Jungkook and his
friends.
"Jungkook, I'm taking you home." Seokjin noticed the two unfamiliar faces next
to Jungkook. "Dad won't drive us in his car anymore"
"Who are you?", Taehyung asked bluntly.
"I'm Kim Seokjin. Kim Jungkook's older brother." Seokjin replied. Jungkook
stood still, afraid of Taehyung's response.
Taehyung clapped his hands in eureka, "Ah! You're that kid that everyone's
talking about." Jungkook wanted to die. "Yah, Jungkook-ah, I didn't know you
were his brother" Jungkook looked down on the ground, embarrassed out of his
mind.
"Kim TaeHyung." Taehyung pointed at himself.
"Park Jimin." he pointed at Jimin who looked up at Seokjin with curiosity.
"Seokjin hyung." To Jungkook's and Seokjin's surprise, Taehyung pointed at
Seokjin.
"Seokjin hyung." Jimin repeated. Jungkook saw a smile growing on Seokjin's
face.
"Are you both Jungkook's friends?", he asked them. Taehyung nodded as he
wrapped both Jungkook's and Jimin's necks around his arms. "Jungkook, you made
very good friends." Jungkook looked up at his stepbrother who was radiating a
bright light from his smile. "Well, I have to take Jungkook home." Jungkook was
freed from Taehyung's grasp and bid farewell to his new comrades.
"Bye bye." Seokjin waved to them as the brothers walked further and further
away from the school gate. When they reached the market place, Jungkook started
to feel the stare from strangers again. Seokjin noticed that the younger boy
began to feel discomfort and knew exactly why.
"Sorry", Seokjin finally emitted, "It's because of me, huh?"
Jungkook looked up at Jin, "This happened to me when I first moved into this
town." They continued down the sidewalk and everything felt more and more
tolerable as Seokjin spoke more and more. "You see, Jungkook, my father and I
moved here from Seoul 6 years ago. The people living in Hoengseong have been
here their whole lives. Everyone knows everyone in this small town. Rarely do
you see a new face, especially city folk, around here." Jungkook looked down at
the sidewalk, quietly listening to his stepbrother's soothing voice. "But it
will die down, eventually. I know it's hard, but I have to ask you to deal with
it." Seokjin assured him.
After Seokjin explained it to him, Jungkook now understood why these things
were happening to him. He hasn't seen any vehicle besides his stepfather's on
the road, with the exception of buses and shipping trucks. Why students and
their parents walking verus Jungkook who was inside a car. And when they passed
through the towns, people were living in small homes—nothing compared to his
stepfather's two story house, not even in Busan. The Kim family stood out here,
but Jungkook didn't know why. Why was his family different?
Jungkook jumped between theories in his head as he walked besides Seokjin. When
Jungkook saw what was a strawberry field, Seokjin was already heading towards
it. The older boy carefully walked in between the rows of greenery and bent
down. Jungkook followed him a few meters behind. Jungkook bent down and picked
the first strawberry he found. He inspected pink berry that was about the size
of his nose as he held it up to his face. Moments later, Seokjin stood up and
asked Jungkook to put his hand out for him. And his stepbrother placed a bright
red strawberry, nearly three times as big than the last one he picked, in his
hands. Jungkook's eyes sparkled with amazement, and he smiled widely. He looked
up at Seokjin who took a bite out of a similar strawberry. Naturally, Jungkook
bit into the juicy fruit, and it was delicious. It was tart, yet sweet. The
berry was crisp and refreshing, perfect for a hot day like this. Seokjin smiled
as he watched Jungkook enjoy the strawberry.
"Better hurry," he teased the younger boy, "before someone catches us!"
Jungkook flinched and shoved the rest of the berry into his mouth. Because
Jungkook couldn't contain the large fruit, juices started flowing out his month
and Seokjin burst out laughing. The younger boy tried to hide his mouth as he
swallowed the last bit of the berry and joined Seokjin in his laughter.
"Hyung, stop laughing," Jungkook chuckled, "or I won't be able to." Seokjin
stared at Jungkook for a second, astonished. He made a warm smile just before
laughing with his younger brother.
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When they arrived home, Jungkook's mother had a platter of watermelon for them.
Seokjin thanked her, but headed to his room to change out of his uniform first.
Jungkook saw this as a chance to ask his mother if his stepfather was someone
famous. 
"What?" His mother gave him a confused look, "I married Kim Seongguk. I doubt
he's famous, Jungkook."
"Who is he?" he looked even more confused.
"What? What do you mean 'Who is he?'" she replied, "He's your father,
Jungkookie."
"No, like, who is he?" the young boy asked again.
"Like, what he does?" she continued, "He owns a small fishing company in Busan
and Seoul."
It finally hit Jungkook. He took a moment to take a step back and look at his
new family. He realized how big and clean the marble counter was in the
kitchen, the 72" TV that was accompanied with two large speakers attached to
the walls, and the crystal chandelier hanging from the 4 meter ceiling.  
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After dinner, Seokjin excused himself to his room. Jungkook's mother warned
him, "Jungkook-ah, don't go to upstairs yet. Seokjin has homework, you'll
bother him" she stood up and put her dish in the sink, "Just sit and watch TV"
Jungkook looked over in the living room to find the large television screen. He
stuffed the rest of his rice in his mouth and sat on the sofa in front of the
TV. He picked up the remote and turned to channel 17 which featured American
cartoons with Korean subtitles.
At around 9 PM, Seokjin came down and opened the freezer. "Jungkook-ah." he
called out to the boy on the sofa. Jungkook turned around and Seokjin waved a
unopened popsicle in the air. "Do you want one?" The younger boy nodded and
Seokjin made a hand gesture at Jungkook, to follow the him as he proceeded up
the stairs.
"Seokjin-ah," his mother called him, "go brush your teeth and get ready for
bed, okay?" Seokjin answered her that he would. "Same goes for you." she looked
at Jungkook. Jungkook turned off the TV and ran up the stairs to catch up with
the teenager.
They ended up in their room, Seokjin sat on his bed, and Jungkook stood in
front of him. Noises of crinkling plastic filled the room, and Seokjin held a
red popsicle that had two wooden sticks coming out from bottom.
"Jungkook hold this tight, okay?" Seokjin held out one side of the red icicle
and Jungkook grasped the wooden stick firmly with his right hand. And with a
quick flick, Seokjin broke the pair split, perfectly down the middle. Jungkook
brought the lone popsicle closer to his face. He saw Seokjin had put the
popsicle in his mouth and then put his popsicle in his own mouth. The sweet,
yet tart artificial flavor of cherry coated his tongue with bliss. Jungkook,
trying to catch the red juice dripping onto his hand, turned towards Seokjin,
who looking to the right. Jungkook followed Seokjin's gaze to see the open
window that led to the night sky.
"Jungkook-ah." Seokjin turned back to face Jungkook, who was sitting on his own
bed. "I have something I want to show you."
He got up and walked behind his bed. Seokjin held the popsicle in his mouth
before he pushed the bed right in front of the window sill. Then, the teenager
stood up on his bed and started to climb out the window. Startled, Jungkook
took his popsicle out of his mouth and stood up.
"Hyung!" the boy called out, but it was too late—Seokjin vanished. 
"I'm okay." Seokjin poked his head out of the dark. "Come up here. It's fine"
he assured Jungkook.
So, the little boy climbed on top of the bed head and slowly put his foot on
the edge of the window. His feet was shaking and the heat from his hand melted
the popsicle faster. All of a sudden, he was pulled out of the room by a force
and was quickly enveloped in a blackhole. He felt the sharp stab of the cold
air and opened his eyes to see what happened. He soon realized that Seokjin
grabbed him by his left arm, and Jungkook had fallen into his arms. Now, his
vision was filled with Seokjin, and his stepbrother's face was inches away. The
elder peered down at Jungkook and gave him a reassuring smile.
"See? It's safe." Seokjin positioned the shorter boy up, and Jungkook found his
balance. 
Before Jungkook could think, he was welcomed by the view before him. The night
sky stretched from the ends of the earth and the star were sprinkled
throughout. Steaks of light escaped out of the outlines of the hills which
illuminated the land beneath them. The stars flickered different undertones of
yellow and blue against the black ocean. He never saw anything like this, not
even at Busan's beach. On the roof top, he stood in front of green meadow and
saw a few scattered homes in the distance. Everywhere Jungkook turned his head,
the magnificent night filled him with hues of blue and purple. He breathed in
the clean, humid air of the countryside and took a seat, his head up to the
skies. 
Jungkook bit off the last remaining ice off his popsicle and looked out to the
right corner of his eyes. And in all his glory, was Seokjin. He watched as the
skies bestowed a majestic aurora upon the elder's face, creating a oil painting
of soft strokes. His black hair blended beautifully with the night sky behind
him, but still had soft strands peaking out. Jewels, floating in his eyes,
gleamed and tinkled. Then, it came back to Jungkook—he had seen this sight
before—almost like was from a vivid dream. He remembered the blue light
surrounding them and how Seokjin's pale skin glowed in the captivating lights.
However, something about being under the black night sky, enhanced the
teenager's brilliance. His sheer beauty was breathtaking, ethereal, so naked,
you had no choice but to stare at the pure grace that was Seokjin. 
Jungkook subtly watched his stepbrother's ruby lips, puckered around the red
popsicle, and how the cherry syrup trickled down his chin. The coloring had
stained his lips a rosy tint and plump from the icy dessert. And then, Jungkook
felt an impluse to gravitate towards Jin. He felt it in his muscles and his
bones, in his own lips. A flame ignited in his eyes, red hot, seeking for
release. The air became colder as his mouth became drier. He gaped at Seokjin's
lips, the sweet nectar dripping from them, thirsty for it. He felt hot and his
finger twitched from the sudden surge of heat. The heat became more and more
hot and more and more unbearable until it stopped.
Seokjin finished his popsicle and turned to his younger brother. Jungkook
stopped breathing and his heart rate paused for a split second as their eyes
met. And slowly, the light around them dissipated. Jungkook fixed his gaze on
Seokjin, who looked up at the skies. The clouds began rolling in, their ashes
devouring the bright moon. Seokjin became dimmer as if Jungkook was slowly
shutting his eyes. But he kept his eyes wide open, locked on the elder. His
desire grew as his view darkened and the clouds encased the starry skies. And
then, Seokjin disappeared, in such a way, kidnapped, into the darkness where
the crimson clouds ruled.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Didn't expect it to be such a long chapter. I probably won't plan out
     how long each chapter will be...Just going with what pops in my head.
     I felt like it was important to know Jungkook's past but I really
     didn't think his past was filled with so much fluff...LOL
***** Tainted Fingertips *****
Chapter Notes
     The italicized phrases are Jungkook's thoughts.
     This in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.The story is
     going to jump between the present and the past. I will indicate what
     time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2016
     Jungkook: 17
     Seokjin: 20
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Rise." Jimin exclaims. The classroom follows the class president and stands
up, "Bow." The group of students bows in unison as they thanked their teacher
to end the day.
The bell had rung a few minutes ago and Jimin, who sat in the front of the
classroom, walks to the back where Jungkook and Taehyung were sitting. Taehyung
puts his arm around Jungkook's shoulders, "How about we go to the PC room
today, huh?"
Jungkook denies him, "My brother came home yesterday, so I have to go home."
Taehyung's eyes brighten up, "Yah, Seokjin-hyung came home? From Japan?"
Jungkook nods his head and grabs his school bag.
Taehyung and Jimin follow him out the their classroom door, "Yah, Jungkook-ah,
can we go home with you?" Jungkook glares at Taehyung, annoyed, and answers no.
"Jungkook-ah, can't we at least see him?" Jimin asked him. They continue out
the school building, down the outdoor stairs.
"Isn't Overwatch more important than meeting my brother?" he retaliates, "I
mean, 2 years isn't that long."
"Yah, Jungkook-ah, is he your boyfriend or something?" Taehyung teases him, and
Jimin giggles with him. All at once, anger pours into Jungkook like a flood of
molten lava. His eyes ignite and his hands burn into a fist. He grabs Taehyung
by the collar, silencing all of them. Jungkook stares down into Taehyung's
pupils, tearing them out. Taehyung's breath is cut off and feels the strength
in Jungkook's grasp.
Jimin, who is standing behind them, calls out, "Seokjin-hyung!"
Jungkook releases Taehyung and both of them turn to their left to see Kim
Seokjin standing by the Hoengseong school gate. Seokjin turns to their
direction and flashes a smile. Taehyung follows Jimin to the gate and greets
the elder. Jungkook is the last one to arrive, feeling frustrated. He walks
behind the Seokjin and his friends as they begin to walk away from the high
school. Taehyung and Jimin bombards his brother with all sort of questions.
"How was Japan?" "How as the food?" "Did you go to Tokyo?" Seokjin laughs at
Taehyung and pats Jimin's head as they reminisce in the memories they all had
together. Jungkook, with his hands in his pockets, sees many of his female
classmates looking in his direction, specifically at his brother. This wasn't
rare for Seokjin and him. Everywhere they went, Jungkook felt the eyes of
strangers following his brother. Some even went up to Seokjin, asking for his
number and complimenting his beauty. Though Jungkook would always shrug it off,
he felt the jealously growing inside. How everyone could look at his brother
with infatuation and temptation, all except for him. How Taehyung easily wraps
his arms around Jin's broad shoulders and how naturally Jimin smiles when Jin
pats his head. These were none of what Jungkook could do, even though he
desperately wanted to.
"Yah, I have to go to the market with Jungkook." Seokjin tells the pair of
laughing teenagers.
"Ah, hyung, Jungkook doesn't want to go anywhere with us." Taehyung complained,
"Take us with you." he shoots an annoyed look at Jungkook.
"I'm sorry, I can't." Seokjin frowns and whines along with Taehyung and Jimin.
Jungkook breaks the group of clowns apart by grabbing Taehyung's arm and
distancing him from his brother.
"Hyung, lets go." Jungkook announces and Taehyung's and Jimin's whines become
louder. Seokjin waves goodbye and follows his younger brother out the school
grounds. When they reach the countryside and onto narrow sidewalk, Jungkook
asks his brother, "So, how was Japan?"
Seokjin looks at him, then up at the blue skies, "It was good. I had a lot of
fun there. Met new people, made new friends." He continues, still looking up,
"The training is hard, but worth it." Jungkook looks at his brother, "I tried a
lot of new foods. I like yakitori the most. It's like grilled chicken on a
stick." Seokjin continues to tell Jungkook of the qizine there and how terrible
his Japanese was. Like how once he drank hard liquor by accident, thinking he
had ordered tea. Seokjin's stories made Jungkook grin and laugh throughout
their walk.
Then, Jungkook hears the sound of himself laughing and turns to his brother,
who became quiet. Seokjin looks down at the ground and breaks a small smile.
"I missed you." Seokjin utters. And Jungkook's eyes widen to his words. A
slight flush runs across Jungkook's cheeks and his neck and ears turn bright
red. "I missed Hoengseong. And Taehyung and Jimin." Jungkook continues to gaze
at him, "I missed dad." Seokjin rises his head and makes eye contact with
Jungkook, "And I missed mom."
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They enter through the automatic doors; Jungkook pushing the shopping cart
behind Seokjin. Seokjin holds a flyer titled "Yu Yeon SuperMartket" in his
right hand, which was filled with advertisements and coupons. Jungkook sees the
rainbow of vegetables around them while Seokjin observes a yellow squash he had
picked up. They travel up and down the isles because Seokjin had forgotten
where everything was. They stop by the butcher, and the elder asks for a slab
of beef. Then, they enter the frozen food isle, where there the lines of
freezers never end. Jungkook watches as the rush of cool air brushes Seokjin's
hair back when he opens the freezer's door. Seokjin's beauty is completely
captivating, never ceasing to amaze him. 
They arrive at the other end of the store where Seokjin searches for mushrooms.
Next to the watermelons, Jungkook spots a sample table where a woman stood
behind a stove. Jungkook rolls the shopping cart over and sees that she is
cooking slices of beef in a thick sauce, very similar to bulgogi. He picks a
sample up with a toothpick and puts it in his mouth. Jungkook was right; it was
indeed bulgogi.
"Hyung," he calls out to Seokjin who was holding stocks of parsley in each of
his hands. "come here." Seokjin walks around the watermelon barrel.
"Here, try this." Jungkook picks up another piece of meat and holds the
toothpick up to Seokjin. Jungkook watches, to his surprise, as his older
brother bites the meats directly off the toothpick Jungkook is holding. The
younger boy feels how close his fingers are to Seokjin's lips, that are now
glossy because of the grease. Seokjin's eyes brighten up from the beef was and
turned to the employee, complimenting her. Jungkook stands in place, unable to
move anything except his arm, which he slowly lowers, in complete awe. 
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They exit the supermarket, both hands filled with plastic bags. On the way
back, Seokjin starts complaining about the lack of Korean food in Japan. How
hard it was to find decent kimchi and pickled radish.
"That was the only thing I wasn't prepared for." he said. Jungkook laughs as he
opens the front door with his keys. When they enter inside, they placed the
bags onto the marble counter. Seokjin heads to the sink to wash his hands.
Then, he takes out the vegetables to prepare them. Jungkook looks at the clock.
5:30 PM
Dad doesn't come home until six. 
Jungkook jumps on the sofa and turns around to face the kitchen. "Do you need
any help?", he asks.
Seokjin grabs the cutting board and knife from a cabinet. "No, it's okay." he
replied, "Don't you have entrance exams to study for? Aren't you going to
college next year?" 
"Yeah," Jungkook turns back around, "but I don't want to right now" Seokjin
would't have it and sent Jungkook upstairs. 
Jungkook opens his door to a dark room. He loosens his blue tie and falls onto
his bed. Jungkook raises his hand up to the dark ceiling and rolls his fingers.
He imagines his brother's lips and closes his eyes in frustration. He lusts for
the sweet taste of them and to destroy Seokjin in front of everyone. He
pictures Seokjin's long, slim neck and the desire to wrap both of his hands
around it. Jungkook opens his eyes, and his fingers reach out to the empty
ceiling before hitting the mattress. Jungkook shuts his eyes and falls asleep,
trying to escape the nightmare he knew to be reality.  
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"Jungkook-ah!", the sleeping man goans, "Jungkook-ah!" The voice in distance
becomes louder, "Yah! Jungkook-ah! Get your ass down here!" Jungkook opens his
eyes in fear. It was his father. 
Crap, what time is it? Did I oversleep? When does school start? 
He searches for the clock. 6:50 PM
"Jungkook, dinner's ready." Seokjin opened the bedroom door. He could hear
their dad curse in the background. Jungkook stood up and found he was still in
his school uniform. He quickly changes and heads downstair. 
Everything is laid out before Jungkook. The rice, kimchi, the bulgogi, pickled
radish. Jungkook pulls the chair out and sits in front of Seokjin and his
father. Their father compliments Seokjin as he puts the piece of bulgogi in his
mouth. 
"Thank you, there were samples at the store." Seokjin adds. Jungkook picks up
his chopsticks and heads for the pickled radish. 
Seokjin retells his stories to their father, who is laughing as he brings out
soju and two shot glasses. Seokjin pours a shot for his father, and he drinks
it easily. They laugh more before they switch, and his father pours one for
Seokjin. 
After three shots, his father pours soju into the empty shot glass and hands it
to Jungkook. "Jungkook-ah, here, drink some."
Both brothers surprised, Seokjin lowers his father's arm, "Dad, Jungkook can't
drink." 
"No it's fine." his father reaks of alcohol. Seokjin continues to protest, and
Jungkook notices how his father persisted to give him a drink.
Seokjin stands up as soon as their father grabs Jungkook's left hand. "Father,
stop it." The elder son grabs his father's right hand. 
"Aish, let go, will ya?!", Their father stands up violently and throws the shot
glass to the floor, shattering it. 
"Father." Jungkook says under his breath. Their dad stands in silence,
understanding the power of his actions. And he slowly takes a seat. 
Seokjin takes a seat shortly after, "What happened to mom?", Seokjin breaks the
silence. 
Their father's head lowers, and he takes in a deep breath. "It was last
Wednesday." his voice cracks mid-sentence,  "Jungkook found your mother,
unconscious on the kitchen floor."
Jungkook lowers his head. He remembers how he called his mother out and no one
answered him. "She didn't wake up. The ambulance came and took her to the
hospital." Jungkook recalls the sound of the sirens in front of their house.
"I came after Jungkook called me. The next morning-", his father pauses and
covers his face with both his hands, "The doctor told us that she had died of
cardiac arrest." 
Jungkook had never seen his father cry. He had always been this man Jungkook
respected and grew to love. The scene at the table made Jungkook feel lost. Or
he lost something. The table that sat four people had suddenly become three.
Jungkook couldn't remember the last time he had told his mother he loved her.
He vaguely remembers the pressence that sat in the empty chair next to him. 
"Where is she right now?", Seokjin asks. 
"At the funeral home, waiting to be cremated." The creeping silence returns.
And then his father slams his fist on the table, "Damnit!" and storms into the
master bedroom.
Seokjin lowers his face. Jungkook grabs the soju bottle and pours the liquid
into the remaining shot glass and downs it. The bitterness in his mouth
couldn't mask the pain in his heart. His first shot of alcohol. He had thought
he would hate it. But it tasted sweet, like honey. 
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Jungkook steps out of the restroom, with a towel over his wet hair. It's late
now, and he runs downstairs to the kitchen. 
"Hyung, you can use the shower." Seokjin wasn't in the kitchen. Jungkook hears
something coming from the living room. TV is turned on, showing a Korean drama
titled The Devil, and Seokjin is sleeping on the sofa in front of it. 
"Hyung." Jungkook bends down to his sleeping brother. He is now inches sways
from Seokjin's face. His eyelashes are long and thick and his skin looks so
soft. He could hear his brother's breath over the TV program. Seokjin's
sleeping face looks so peaceful, so beautiful. Jungkook's eyes travel down to
his brother's lips and his fingers twitch. He raises his fingers as he keeps
his stare on Seokjin's lips. The temptation grows inside of Jungkook, to devour
the defenseless man in front of him. His fingers creep closer and closer and
his heart beats faster and faster until- 
"Jungssuk-ssi." Jungkook pauses and looks up at the television screen. He sees
a woman's and a man's face, close to each other, like he is to Seokjin. He
watches the man slowly kiss the woman. Jungkook looks down at his brother and
then stands up. His fingertips graze along Seokjin's lips, and Jungkook lifts
his hand away. The young boy clenches his hand into a fist, which fill with
desire and disgust. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     next chapter is where the smut starts...FINALLY!!!
     im literally so bad at titling my work and the summary..so I'm prob
     going to stop titling them LOL
***** Holy Water *****
Chapter Notes
     This is in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Past: 2012
     Jungkook: 13
     Seokjin: 16
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jimin kicked the ball to Jungkook who was running to the opposite end of the
field. His brother catching up to him, and then Jungkook saw Yoongi right in
front of him. As Jungkook searched for Jimin, Yoongi managed to steal the ball
from under him. The six boys were playing soccer under the blazing hot sun.
They were on Hoengseong High School grounds on a Sunday.
"Yah!", Jungkook yelled in the middle of the field. Yoongi turned around and
ran to Taehyung, who was Jungkook's and Jimin's goalie. Seokjin called Yoongi's
name for him to pass the ball to him. Annoyed, Jungkook sprinted to Yoongi like
a cheetah to its prey. As soon as Yoongi kicked the ball, Jungkook intercepted
the pass with his foot and turned the ball around.
"Yah! Jungkook-ah!", he heard from Yoongi and Taehyung, both with different
connotations. He ran as fast as he could to Hoseok, the goalie on Yoongi's and
Seokjin's side. Jungkook kicked the ball in a random direction afraid of Yoongi
stealing from him again. Miraculously the ball went in before Hoseok could dive
for it.
"Yahhhhh! Jungkook-ahhhhhh", Taehyung yelled as Jimin fiercely hugged him. And
then he felt Taehyung's arms push the group of kids over, almost tripping them.
They gave Jungkook words of encouragement and high fives.
"One more round?", Everyone could see flames surrounding Yoongi.
"Ah, hyung," Taehyung put his hands on his knees, "I need to go pee."
"I have to go too." Jimin placed his right hand on Taehyung's left shoulder.
"Hyung, do you have the key?", Jimin asked Yoongi, who was the son of a
literature teacher. Yoongi handed him a silver key, and the two headed toward
the school building.
"Whatever," Yoongi said, "we can do a two on two." He picked up the black and
white ball, "Jungkook, you'll be with your brother. I'll be with Hoseok."
Jungkook looked at his brother and gave him a signal. Seokjin nodded and headed
over to the goalie post.
Yoongi put the ball on the ground, and Jungkook and him played rock-paper-
scissors. Jungkook won with scissors. "Fucking shit." Yoongi cursed.
When Jungkook was about to kick the ball, Hoseok yelled out, "Yah, does anyone
have water?" Jungkook and Yoongi looked at Hoseok, who was holding an empty
water bottle. All of them answered no.
"Aish." Yoongi's hand violently ran through his hair, "Yah, Jungkook-ah, run to
the inside. There's a water fountain near the restrooms." The older boys handed
their water bottles to Jungkook.
Jungkook arrived to the building, out of breath. Inside, the front was lined
with green shoe lockers. He walked through the east hallways, up a flight of
stairs, and two classroom to the water fountain. There, he filled up the water
bottles and headed in the opposite direction he had taken.
Before Jungkook passed the last classroom on that floor, he heard the floor
creak coming from the room.
"Taehyung-ah." It was Jimin's voice. Jungkook slowed his pace and silenced his
steps. As he approached the classroom, he could hear heavy and quick breaths.
Jungkook stood in front of the classroom door and peered through the top
window. "Jimin-ah." He saw Taehyung moan as the two boys stood; Jimin pressed
against the wall. Taehyung held Jimin's cock in his right hand, jacking him off
furiously.
Jungkook saw Taehyung grin, "Jimin, does it feel good?" It looked as if Jimin's
knees would give out any second.
"Taehyung" Jimin's hands were on the taller boys's neck. "S-stop, someone
might", Jimin moaned, "come in." And Taehyung quickened his pace. Jimin's moans
grew louder and longer. The shorter boy started drooling, and the saliva
dropped down on his dick, which mixed with his own precum.
"Taehyung-ah," he moaned again, "Stop." Jimin moved his left hand off
Taehyung's neck and placed it on his lover's right hand, "I'm gonna", Jimin
could barely make any literate sounds. Taehyung brought his lips to Jimin's,
and they pressed against each other in a sloppy kiss. Jimin moaned
uncontrollably as he screamed into Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung released his grip
on Jimin's head and let his lover sink to the floor. Taehyung lifted his right
hand, which was covered in a sticky substance.
"You came quick." Taehyung said to the boy on the floor, "Can you help me?",
Jungkook looked at the bulge in Taehyung's pants as he unzipped his shorts.
Taehyung brought his dick closer to Jimin's face, and Jimin held it.
"Suck it." Taehyung commanded.
His hooded eyes stared at the cock in front of him, and the boy kissed it. The
kisses turned into moans as Jimin devoured the cock into his mouth. Jungkook
watched how Jimin's pink lips wrapped perfectly around the head. Taehyung
moaned and held Jimin's cheek with his right hand. The sounds from Jimin's
mouth grew more intense and Taehyung moaned. "Fuck, Jimin."
Jungkook saw Taehyung's head fall back, and his eyes were filled with pleasure.
Taehyung moaned more and more, until he bent down to Jimin, who was gagging.
"Jimin, I'm close." Taehyung released into Jimin's mouth who swallowed it.
Taehyung dropped down to the floor, next to Jimin. Jungkook saw his two best
friends, eyes barely open, riding out their highs together. After they
controlled their breaths, Jimin asked, "Do you think we took too long?"
"Nah, I don't think they suspect anything." Taehyung leaned in to kiss Jimin,
"I don't think they even care, to be honest" They giggled with each other.
In complete shock, Jungkook quietly headed to the stairs, trying not to make
any noise. What just happened? Taehyung and Jimin? Did Jungkook really see
that? So many questions filled his head as he dashed out of the building.
Jungkook saw the world before him twist into all kinds of shapes.
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"There you are." Yoongi sounded pissed, "What took you so long?" Jungkook stood
silent, not knowing how to comprehend anything. Yoongi stared at him oddly and
reached out to grab a water bottle.
Seokjin walked towards Jungkook and grabbed his water bottle. Jungkook watched
as his brother, completely glowing in his sweat, twist the cap off and bring
the bottle to his lips. Seokjin wrapped his plump lips around the opening and
drank the liquid. The sunlight behind Seokjin surrounded him in a glorious
halo. Jungkook followed the water trickling down his brother's face down to his
neck and white shirt. He looked up at Seokjin's prominent Adam's apple, moving
up and down, swallowing the water. He looked back up at Seokjin's lips and saw
how red they were. And suddenly, the sight of Jimin and Taehyung flashed
through Jungkook's head. He envisioned the water bottle Seokjin held transform
into a dick, to which his brother's lips wrapped around. Jungkook
imagined moans that escaped from Seokjin's lips, when in reality, Seokjin had
taken a deep breath after drinking so much. The younger boy's eyes filled with
lust, watched as his brother lick his lips with his tongue. 
"Yoongi-hyung!" Taehyung and Jimin came running back, "Hoseok-hyung! Seokjin-
hyung!" Seokjin turned his head to his left. This stretched his long neck to
Jungkook, who was already at his limit. The younger brother hesitated to blink,
afraid he would regret missing out on the view of the beautiful man. 
"Finally, we can start." Yoongi complained.
Taehyung stood next to Jungkook and Hoseok tossed him a bottle of water to
drink. Taehyung wiped the water from his mouth and held it out to Jungkook, who
was in his own world. Taehyung looked up at him, confused. He tapped Jungkook
with the water bottle. He didn't budge nor take his eyes off of Seokjin.
Taehyung hit him again with the water bottle.
"Yah, Jungkook." This time, Jungkook flinched and looked at Taehyung. "Are you
okay?" Jungkook nodded, and Taehyung held the water bottle out to him again.
Jungkook looked down at the bottle which Taehyung's right hand wrapped around
and then up at Taehyung. Jungkook grabbed the water bottle, avoiding Taehyung's
fingers.
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Jungkook awoke from his nap and looked up at the clock. It was almost six and
Seokjin was still at Yoongi's. After the game, Taehyung invited Jimin and
Jungkook to his house, but Jungkook declined, learning about their
relationship. So Jungkook went home alone as Taehyung and Jimin left and
Seokjin and Hoseok headed to Yoongi's house.
Dazed from his slumber, Jungkook treaded out his room and down the hallway to
the restroom. He rubbed his left eye and opened the bathroom door. Hot steam
hit his face, and in the mist, there stood Seokjin, completely naked. Jungkook
widened his eyes as he realized what had happened and looked at Seokjin's face.
Jungkook's eyes then went down, and he saw Seokjin's penis, through the fog. 
"Jungkook-ah." Seokjin said calmly. Jungkook's eyes met with his brother. And
Jungkook slammed the door shut. The young boy, unable to breath, slowly walked
back to his bedroom. 
"Jungkook-ah." Seokjin showed up in their room, fully dressed in his pajamas
now. "Do you need to use the shower?" Jungkook looked up at his brother's bare
face. "Sorry, Yoongi spilled soda on me, so I had to rush home." Seokjin patted
his wet hair down with a towel. "But you can use the shower now."
After staring at his brother, Jungkook stood up and walked into the humid
bathroom. There was a lingering aroma—it smelled sweet. Jungkook never noticed
how his brother smelled. He took his clothes off and stepped into the shower.
As the hot water doused him, Jungkook thought of his brother. He had seen his
brother naked before, but he was never this bothered before. Then, the vision
of Taehyung jacking Jimin off mixed with the sight of Seokjin, just now, filled
his mind. And figures of his brother kept reappearing. His skin, his neck, his
lips, his dick. Jungkook felt hotter than the boiling water drenching him. He
positioned his right hand on his cock and grasped it. He moved it up and down,
satisfying himself with pleasure. At the same time, he continued to imagine
Seokjin, down on his knees, and his plump red lips sucking him off. Jungkook
gasped for air when the picture of Seokjin's flushed face let out a moan. 
"Hyung." Jungkook moaned under his breath.
Jungkook looked down at his right hand. He rubbed his fingers together and let
the water wash away the cum. Then, he raised his head directly below the shower
head, allowing the scorching water ruin his innocent face. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     first attempt at smut...
     PLEASE tell me what you think bc i have never written smut before,
     thank you!!
     im yoonjin TRASH
***** Mourning the Weeping Angel *****
Chapter Notes
     The italicized phrases are Jungkook's thoughts.
     This is in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Past: 2013
     Jungkook: 14
     Seokjin: 17
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The air was dripping with honey and the dark, soft colors of the hot moans.
"J-Jungkook", Jungkook breathed heavily with Seokjin on top of him. "A-ah", the
elder moaned out.
Jungkook looked up at Seokjin's gleaming face, eyes half shut from the pleasure
that filled the bedroom. Seokjin positioned himself on top of Jungkook's cock
and sank down on him. And Jungkook watched his brother make the most erotic
face he had ever seen. "Seokjin-hyung." 
His brother's pink nipples jerked up from the pulsating member inside him, and
Jungkook grasped Seokjin's hips with his hands. A red flush covered Seokjin's
face and neck down to his beautiful pale chest. A glistening sparkle escaped
through Seokjin's long eyelashes, and his eyebrows curled up into an lustful
expression, and his lips—rosy from temptation. And Jungkook watched his brother
begin to straddle him, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out. Sweet moans
escaped Seokjin's lips as they moved together in rhythm. 
"Jungkook-ah, I-I'm", Seokjin cried out. Jungkook grunted as he started to
thrust up into his brother's tight hole. Seokjin placed his hands on Jungkook's
broad chest for support and looked down into the younger boy's eyes. Jungkook
thrusts grew faster and more violent. The elder continued to jump up and down,
allowing for Jungkook to plunge deep into him. 
'Hyung", Jungkook lifted his right hand up to brush against Seokjin's cheek.
"Fuck."
Seokjin lowered his body to kiss Jungkook. Jungkook closed his eyes and felt
how soft and full his brother's lips were. Seokjin caressed Jungkook cheeks and
Jungkook wrapped his arms around Seokjin's sides, into a tight hug. 
And then Seokjin moans turned into screams, approaching his climax. "Jungkook,
I, I c-can't", he begged for more. The lewd sounds of naked skin smacking
together grow louder with Seokjin's moans. Jungkook felt heat from his groan,
desperately needed to be released. 
"Jungkook! I", Seokjin shouted, "I'm gonna, I'm gonna c-" 
Jungkook opened his eyes. He was met with the beige ceiling in front of him.
The cold morning air attacked him, and Jungkook took in a deep breath. His
blood shot eyes wandered furiously around the dim room. The clock above the
desk read 4:12 AM. His eyes dropped down to the bed end across him and saw a
pair feet sticking out of a blanket. He followed the figure wrapped in a pastel
blue fabric, to see Seokjin's sleeping face, directly to Jungkook's right. He
took a good minute staring at his brother's peaceful expression. 
Then, Jungkook felt something wet down near his pelvis and shifted his
attention towards it. He found a tent had formed by the sheet covering him. And
a wet spot encircling his tip. Jungkook let out a sigh.
Fuck. 
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"Jungkook." The dazed boy blinked his eyes and saw Taehyung's face right in
front of him. Surprised, Jungkook jolted back his chair, away from his friend.
It was lunch, and they were in their classroom. 
"You okay? You seem out of it." Taehyung asked him. Jungkook saw Jimin and
Taehyung both stare at him with concern. 
"Yeah." Jungkook grabbed his melon milk and took a sip. 
Taehyung, who held a custard bun, continues, "So, back to what I was saying."
He faced Jungkook, "My aunt just opened a karaoke place near the high school.
Do you wanna come after school?"
Jungkook placed his drink down on his desk, "Sure."
"Yah, is she the one that taught vocal lessons before?", Jimin asked.
"Mmm," Taehyung tore a bite off of his pastry, "but then my uncle-in-law
started getting into speakers." 
The more his friends talked, the more he dozed off. He looked up into space,
imagining the lewd scene from the morning. His wet dreams began about a year
ago, a bit after he witnessed Taehyung and Jimin together. At first, he felt
ashamed from waking up in the middle of the night, needing to jack off. But by
now, he had lost track of the number of times he dreamt about his brother.
Jungkook began to remember vivid scenes from his explicit fantasies. He knew it
was wrong to think about these things of his innocent brother. He would wash
his hands multiple times, after ejaculating in the restroom, trying to get rid
of the disgusting desires in his fingertips. But as much as he denied it,
Jungkook could still hear the sounds of his brother moaning and see Seokjin's
perverted face in his tainted mind.  
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They entered the small shop and was greeted by Taehyung's aunt, Ms. Lee Sun Gi,
who was his father's sister. She looked so young that it was hard to believe
that she had two children, both in high school. 
"Ajumeoni, where's Kibum and Yoojung?", Taehyung asked as he unwrapped a piece
of candy from the front desk. 
"They're still in cram school." she answered him. There was only one cram
school in the entire town of Hoengseong. 
Seokjin-hyung is probably in there too. 
Taehyung disappeared into the back of the front desk, leaving his friends alone
with his aunt. She led Jungkook and Jimin down a hallway and opened the last
door. She gave them a list of songs to choose from and turned on the
microphones for them. The pair thanked and bowed to her before she left the
room. Just a bit after Jimin started singing "Fiction" by B2ST, Taehyung showed
up, with a tray of three Colas and Samanco ice cream sandwiches. 
The three teenagers sung, what Jungkook felt was a million songs, ranging from
the 90's to 2000's. Taehyung screamed from the top of his lungs, and Jimin lost
his voice very quickly. Jungkook looked at the digital clock below the
television screen. It was almost six. 
"Yahhhhh", Taehyung exclaimed, "Jungkook, you love this song. You have to sing
this."
And gave the mic to Jungkook, who stood up. The screen read "Haru Haru" and
Jungkook grinned at Taehyung. The melodic piano started the song and Jungkook
felt the slow tempo of the song. And the teenager brought the microphone up to
face and filled it with his passionate and soothing voice. His voice was so
deep, so emotional, it sounded almost as if he was crying. There were tears
flowing from his voice, aching into the mic, like he was calling out for
someone. 
Then, during G-dragon's rap break, Taehyung's aunt opened the door and walked
into the room. "Ajumeoni." Taehyung whispered. His aunt shushed him and quietly
took a seat next to him, trying not to disturb Jungkook. His aunt closed her
eyes and smiled as she listened to the boy's powerful voice. The three of them
swayed in unison to the soft beat and heart-breaking harmony. When Jungkook
removed the microphone from his lips, ending the song, he heard the sound of
clapping behind him. He turned around and saw his friends along with Ms. Lee
standing up and clapping for him.
Ms. Lee turned to Taehyung, "Yah, Taehyung-ah, your father called and told me
that you need to go home now." She looked at Jungkook and Jimin, "You guys too,
I don't think your parents would want you out this late." Taehyung obeyed and
started packing his stuff. The boys left the room and headed down the hallway. 
Before Jungkook could open the door to the outside, where Jimin and Taehyung
was, Ms. Lee stopped him. "Jungkook, you sounded amazing." Ms. Lee complimented
him, "I heard a lot of voices in my life and I can say that you've got
something."
Jungkook blushed at her comment. "You know, there's an audition for kids like
you." She grabbed a flyer from the front desk, "It's on the twenty-second in
Seoul" She handed him a flyer titled "SuperStar K2 Auditions".
"It's a two hour bus ride to Seoul", she mentioned, "but I really think you've
got what it takes." Jungkook thanked and bowed to her. He exited the building
and saw his friends waiting for him. 
"Jungkook-ah, what's that?", Jimin pointed to the flyer. 
Taehyung snatched the flyer from Jungkook's hand. "Ah, this?", he muttered,
"Yah, Jungkookie, don't bother with that." Taehyung smacked the flyer against
Jungkook's chest. "Who'd want to be an idol anyways?", Taehyung wanted off
ahead of them. Jungkook seemed annoyed by Taehyung's words. 
"Yah, are you really going to do it, though?", Jimin asked him. 
Jungkook looked down at the flyer in his hands, "I don't know."
Then, he looked down at the ground. And began walking in Taehyung's direction,
on the same, narrow path home. 
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Jungkook pulled his wallet out and opened it.
Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four? Thirty-four dollars?
"Are you serious?", Jungkook said under his breath and dropped the cash onto
the desk. This wasn't nearly enough to cover the cost for his lessons. Jungkook
thought about asking his mother. No, she would attack him with millions of
questions. On top of that, his mom would tell his father right away if she
found out. Then he thought about his brother. 
Seokjin-Hyung?
No, he couldn't. But he could. Jungkook felt the guilt already creeping into
his heart and covered his face with his hands out of frustration. Then, all of
a sudden, he heard the door open and Seokjin's footsteps approaching the bed
behind Jungkook. Jungkook removed his hands, stood up from the chair, and
turned around. "Hyung-"
Jungkook held his breath as he saw his brother in the middle of taking his
shirt off. And then he saw Seokjin's bare back and broad shoulders.
"-min", He released his breath. Jin turned around. Jungkook stared at Seokjin's
pale chest for a second. He was reminded of the dream he had of his brother's
chest on top of him. 
"Hmm?", Seokjin mumbled as he struggled to put on a new shirt over his head.
Jungkook continued to gawk at the beautiful figure standing before him. The
shirt was still on Seokjin's head, exposing his defined frame and flat torso.
Images of Jungkook's fingers rubbing Seokjin's nipples flashed across his mind,
and he felt something twitch down in his pants. Jungkook immediately sat down,
trying to hide his blushing face. 
"C-can I borrow twenty-five dollars from you?", Jungkook's voice cracked. He
heard more rustling noises as Seokjin wrestled with the cloth. 
"Sure." Seokjin grunted, which echoed down into Jungkook's pants. The young boy
jolted in response.
"What do you need it for?", Seokjin asked. 
"Taehyung's birthday is next week, and I was thinking of getting him a new
keyboard for his PC." Jungkook lied, "It's just that I don't have enough." 
"Okay." Seokjin sounded convinced. The elder unzipped his backpack, which
excited Jungkook even more, who was reminded of the sound of zippers on a pair
of jeans. The elder grabbed his wallet out and took out thirty dollars. Seokjin
held out bills in front of Jungkook's face, who was sitting down, his back
facing Seokjin. "Here." 
Jungkook looked up to his brother, feeling surprised and touched at the same
time. He slowly lifted his hand to grab the money. The bills were warm from
Seokjin's touch, uninviting to Jungkook's cold, shaking fingertips. 
"Make sure to wish Taehyung 'Happy Birthday' for me, too, okay?", Seokjin
patted Jungkook's head and messed his black hair up.
After Seokjin left the room, Jungkook stared at the bills in his hands. The
guilt, that haunted Jungkook, began to engulf him like a wave, pulling him into
the current and drowning him. A mixture of remorse and sin poured into his
mind, corrupting the young boy. 
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"Repeat after me." Ms. Lee sung a low note. She paused and allowed Jungkook to
sing the same note. She listened and critiqued Jungkook's flat pitch. She
looked up at the clock, "We went a bit past time today, but it's okay."
Jungkook packed up his things and headed out the hallway. He bowed to his
teacher, then stepped out the karaoke store. Jungkook took out his Samsung
phone and checked the time. 7:45 PM
Fuck. I missed dinner.
His house on the other side of town. Jungkook began sprinting in the direction
home, in the dark of night. 
When arrived to the front of the porch, he found his mother waiting by the
door.
"Get inside." The tone of her voice said it all. "Your father is waiting for
you." Jungkook obeyed and walked inside with his head down. 
"Where were you?", He stood in front of his father who sat on the sofa, arms
crossed. Jungkook was silent. "I asked where you were." The man repeated. 
"At Jimin's." Jungkook answered in a quiet tone.
"I called Jimin's and Taehyung's parents." His dad replied, "You weren't there.
Now, tell me exactly where you were."
Jungkook kept his gaze down on the ground. He heard his father sigh. And then
he heard a loud thump. His father threw down the SuperStar K2 flyer on the
ground, direcly in front of Jungkook. Jungkook shot his head up, eyes largen at
the sight of his father. "Your mother found this under your textbooks today."
Jungkook's expression worsened, and he looked back down to the ground.
"I didn't work my ass off for you to become a stupid idol!", His father yelled
which dissolved into complete silence. Jungkook could hear the water dropping
into the sink. And then he heard his father sigh again. "Look, Jungkook-ah,
you, you can't be doing this."
His voice softened into disappointment. "Your teacher called me today and told
me you were behaving strangely in class." The house became quiet again.
After what felt like an hour of complete silence, Jungkook's father finally
said, "I can't let you do this to yourself." His father stood up, "Starting
next week, I'll be driving you to school and back."
Jungkook looked up at his father, whose back was facing his son. "It's settled.
Go to your room" 
"Father!", Jungkook resisted, "You-" 
"Go to your room!", His father's command shocked the household. Jungkook stood
still, in agony, and slowly moved his limbs. He past his mother who sat at the
dinner table, with remorse across her face. He ran up the stairs, eyes turning
red. 
He opened the door to find Seokjin sitting on their chair, waiting for
Jungkook. Through the tears gathering in his vision, Jungkook saw his brother
clearly. His kind, charming, beautiful brother.
My brother.
Jungkook ran to Seokjin and dropped to his knees, in front of him. He wrapped
his arms around his brother's side and buried his face into Seokjin's thighs.
And burst into tears. 
"Jungkook-ah", Jungkook's name ever sounded so delicate, so pure. He felt his
brother's hand stroke his hair, and Seokjin eyes caress him in their warmth.
Jungkook cried into his brother until he physically couldn't.
Seokjin comforted him with soft words, "It's okay, it's okay." Jungkook turned
his head onto his side, still pressed against his brother. He sniffed and took
in a deep breath of air. 
"Jungkook-ah", Seokjin brushed Jungkook's hair away to reveal the younger boy's
face, "I love you." Seokjin spoke into the air.
A tear escaped down Jungkook's swollen face. Jungkook laughed at his
unfortunate fate. At his doomed love and his cursed delusions. And at his
brother.  
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 "Jimin could you walk me to the bus station?", Jungkook asked Jimin as passed
the school gate. 
"Eh? Why?", Jimin questioned.
"My audition's today." Jungkook answered.
"Why don't you ask your dad to drive you?", Jimin replied, "I mean, he's
picking you up today, right?"
Jungkook looked down at his steps. "Just come with me." Jimin stared at him.
And they continued to walk together. 
Taehyung was absent today because of a cold which Jimin passed on to him.
Jungkook was aware of this, but decided not to mention it. They kept their
relationship a secret from Jungkook, which constantly bothered him. But at the
same time, he understood them, because he kept his own feelings hidden from
everyone. Ever since that day, Jungkook always felt a distance between Taehyung
and Jimin. He just wanted to them to tell him. He wanted them to trust him. 
When Jimin and Jungkook reached the bus stop, they sat down on the bench.
Jungkook began to practice singing his song, besides Jimin.  
"When is your audition time?", Jimin asked.
"Five-thirty." Jungkook answered. There was a silence between them that
Taehyung usually filled. Jungkook hated that. He felt unappreciated, outcasted.
His frustration and anger grew inside of him. 
"I didn't think you were going to go through with this, you know." Jimin said. 
"Jimin," Jungkook stared at the concrete road, and his eyelids drooped down,
"about you and Taehyung, I know." The sound of an engine came from the
distance, and Jungkook knew the bus was approaching them.
"W-what?", Jungkook felt Jimin's anxious eyes on him.
"You and Taehyung are dating, right?", Jungkook turned his head and met Jimin's
eyes. "I know."
Jimin was speechless. "H-how?", he felt the hot blood rush to his heart. 
"It was a year ago, when we were playing soccer with the hyungs." Jungkook
calmly described, "I was getting water and I accidently saw him jacking you
off." Jimin shifted his eyes down, in complete shock. Jungkook looked at him
and felt the fear radiating from him. The bus stopped in front of them.
Jungkook grabbed his school bag and stood up. 
"Are you grossed out?", Jimin spouted. Jungkook looked down at his friend,
whose head was down to the ground.
"Grossed out?", Jungkook repeated. 
"Yeah," Jimin looked up at Jungkook, "Aren't you disgusted?"
Jungkook stared at his friend and then turned around and walked towards the
bus. He climbed up the stairs and paid the fee. He walked down the isle and
took a window seat in the back, facing Jimin. He saw his friend stare at the
ground before him. The bus started up again and Jimin slowly disappeared from
Jungkook's view. Jungkook replayed Jimin's question in his head.
Am I disgusted?
Jungkook laughed at those words in disbelief. How could Jimin even ask him
that? How could Jungkook ever be disgusted by his best friends? He stared out
the window at the countryside he would soon be leaving and closed his eyes. 
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When Jungkook saw the tall skyscrapers in the distance, he knew he was close.
The bus stopped at a station crowded with people. Jungkook stepped off the
vehicle and looked at his smartphone. He saw the time, 4:52 PM and a line of
missed calls notifications from his father. Jungkook felt a stab in his
stomach, bleeding with fear. He searched for a restroom inside the station, and
when he had found one, he dashed inside one of the stalls. He ripped his school
uniform off and dressed himself in street clothes and a beanie. The audition
was held in the Seoul Institute of the Arts auditorium. He opened his photo
gallery in his Samsung and clicked on a screenshot of the directions from the
station to the university. 
It had took him nearly twenty minutes to navigate through the streets of Seoul,
even though he only had to travel two blocks. When he arrived on the university
campus, he followed the signs that directed him to the auditorium. There, he
was told he was to be ready immediately because of the tight audition schedule.
The attendant helped him with the paperwork and quickly gave him a paper
labelled "0483" which Jungkook tapped on top of his abdomen. He entered a room
of people with similar labels of Jungkook's sitting down. Someone opened a door
on the other end and shouted "0479" and another person stood up. Jungkook
suddenly felt the anxiety come to him. He was so much younger than the people
around him. Like he had a chance. His head started spinning, and his body
heated up. More numbers were called and Jungkook wanted to faint. He wasn't
ready until he heard his number, "0483". He walked through the door,
nervousness in every step.
He then entered a stage and was welcomed by lines of empty seats, expect for
five, which sat the judges. They asked for his name, his age, and what song he
would be singing. 
"K-Kim Jungkook, fourteen, I will be singing 'Tears' by So Chan Whee." Jungkook
murmured into the microphone.
After a pause, he cleared his throat and waited for the music to start. And
then it started, and he sung into the mic. His voice filled the large space and
Jungkook watched the judges write down remarks on their. He continued singing,
for what he thought was an eternity, until the song ended. The judges clapped,
but Jungkook couldn't distinguish whether he had impressed them or disappointed
them. He exited the auditorium either way. 
He picked his things up and headed out the university, back to the station.
When he finally found the station, he felt exhausted and board the bus. He
quickly fell asleep, hugging his school bag around his arms. 
When he was woken by the jolt of the bus, he was issued to get off. When he did
get off, he was met with the bright lights of a station. 
Eh? 
Jungkook rubbed his eyes to open them more. It looked as if he didn't ride the
bus at all and stayed at the same station. Jungkook believed this was all a
dream until he read the station map. He widened his eyes. 
I-Icheon?? 
He was indeed in Icheon Bus Station at 8:14 at night. Jungkook panicked. How
did this happen? Did he misread? Because he was so tired? It didn't matter
anymore. He just needed to get home. He grabbed his wallet in his back pocket
and opened it. He lifted a single dollar bill from the sad piece of leather. He
needed at least six dollars to go home. He thought about his father and how
much stress he was in because of him. And how much his mother had worried about
him. He felt extremely guilty and immediately regretted ever going to Seoul in
the first place. He thought about his brother and his desire to go home. 
Jungkook sighed. He unlocked his phone in grief and pressed the "Call" button
next to his brother's name. Jungkook held the phone up to his face, and it
didn't take one full ring for Seokjin to pick up. "Jungkook! Where are you?!"
Seokjin sounded desperate.
"H-hyung," the guilt suffocated him, "I'm in Incheon." He said and dropped his
head in remorse.
"Icheon?!", his brother cried. Jungkook mumbled in dismal. "Jungkook-ah, do you
know exactly where you are?"  
"Yeah, Icheon Bus Station." He answered, "Bus stop number eight." 
"Okay! Don't go anywhere, I'll be there right away!", Seokjin hung up. Jungkook
removed the phone from his ear and held it in front of him. He then massaged
his stressed face. He could not believe what had happen. He kept denying his
existence as he waited for his dad to beat the crap out of him. 
But that didn't happen. Instead, his father ran down into the station,
searching for the bench Jungkook was sitting on. When he found it, he sprinted
to his son and embraced Jungkook. Jungkook, taken back from what just happened,
stood up, to allow his father to hug him tighter. His mother soon came after
and joined them by wrapping her arms around her son's back. His father released
Jungkook and placed both his hands on his son's face. 
"A-are you okay? A-are you hurt anywhere?", his father made such a pained face.
His wrinkled eyes wandered over his son's face, trying to find any physical
signs of damage. Jungkook looked up at him, completely stunned.
"Oh thank god, you aren't hurt, oh my god." His father brought Jungkook into
another hug. His mother started crying behind him. So much was happening, the
teenager didn't know how to respond. Jungkook slowly lifted his arms to his
father's back. 
"Abeogi!", Jungkook wrapped his arms tightly around his grieving father and
cried out. Tears ran down Jungkook's face nonstop as he sobbed into his
father's and mother's embrace. Then, Seokjin ran into the scene, completely out
of breath. The older brother stood watching his younger brother cry at the top
of his lungs, wrapped between their mother and father, at an empty bus station
in Icheon. 
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Jungkook woke up to the darkness. He felt already uneasy and decided to get out
of bed. He left the room and proceeded into the hallway. He walked down the
stairs and into the kitchen, where he pulled out a popsicle from the freezer.
He looked up at the kitchen room clock. 2:25 AM.
Jungkook sighed and closed the freezer door. He headed up the stairs and back
into his bedroom. He walked towards the window and opened it. He climbed up the
window and sat on the roof. Jungkook tore the wrapper and split the red
popsicle in half. He put one in his mouth and held the other one in his free
hand. The freezing air pierced Jungkook's skin and Jungkook looked up at the
pitch black sky. He could barely see his popsicle as the town was covered in a
blanket of darkness. 
And then he felt something warm on his left shoulder. Jungkook turned his head
to see his brother, lips inches apart from one other. Jungkook, startled,
turned his head away, "S-sorry, did I wake you up?"
Seokjin placed his head on Jungkook's shoulder. Seokjin was still standing; his
lower half inside the room and his upper body outside. Seokjin climbed up and
sat next to Jungkook. 
Jungkook held the untouched popsicle out to Seokjin. "Want some?", he asked his
brother.
Seokjin nodded, and Jungkook brought the red popsicle to Seokjin's lips.
Jungkook watched his brother open his mouth and wrap his lips around the stick.
The red necter dripped onto Jungkook's hand as Seokjin licked the long shaft
with his pink tongue. His brother started sucking on the popsicle, laughing in
between licks. Even in the complete dark, Jungkook could see Seokjin's gorgeous
eyelashes and his bright red lips. The sounds of slurping and sucking quickly
changed into moans and cries in his sinful mind. He was captivated by how slow
his brother bobbed his head up and down. And how close Seokjin's cherry lips
were to his fingertips. Then, Jungkook's hand throbbed and suddenly shoved the
popsicle all the way in Seokjin's pretty mouth, hitting the back of his throat.
This caused his brother to jerk away and gag as Jungkook pulled the icicle out.
He watched Seokjin cough and gasp for air. When his brother's breathing calmed
down, Jungkook started laughing, trying to hide his true motive.
"Sorry, hyung, that was so funny!", Jungkook continued to burst into laughter.
Seokjin's fearful eyes flashed at Jungkook. And Jungkook froze, unable to move,
unable to breath. The two sat in silence. 
"Hyung," Jungkook regained himself, "it was a joke."
Jungkook cracked a laugh and crunched down on the popsicle that was previously
deep in Seokjin's mouth. Seokjin's frightened expression melted into a smile,
which was reassuring to Jungkook. Seokjin hit his younger brother lightly, and
Jungkook teased him some more. Jin grabbed Jungkook's left thigh out and
positioned his head on top of it. Jungkook's heart stopped and allowed Jin to
rub his head against both of Jungkook's thighs. 
"Jungkookie," Seokjin whispered from below, "sing me the song you auditioned
with today."  
Jungkook flushed and widened his eyes, confused on what to do with his brother
and the song. He looked up at the night sky, trying to avoid looking at Seokjin
and accidentally getting a boner. Jungkook closed his eyes and took a deep
breath. And he sung with everything he had. His voice filled the black sea
above and the hills below. He sang for his father, his mother, and for his
brother. His dear brother. Jungkook opened his eyes as he sang his song. He
looked down at his brother who had fallen asleep. And he remembered what Jimin
had asked him. 
Aren't you disgusted? 
Jungkook laughed once more. Jimin would be disgusted at him. Because Jungkook
wanted to sabotage Seokjin the instant his brother glared at him with those
terrified eyes. He wanted to ruin his dear brother in ways no one could ever
begin to imagine.
 
Chapter End Notes
     i should..sleep......
***** The Day the Sea Bled Black *****
Chapter Summary
     BTS WON THE BBMAs!!!
Chapter Notes
     The italicized phrases are Jungkook's thoughts.
     This is in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2016
     Jungkook: 17
     Seokjin: 20
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jungkook puts the large cardboard box down into the car trunk, filling it.
Standing next to him, his father closes the trunk shut. Jungkook brushes his
dry hands together and heads into the house as his father follows him behind.
"Seokjin-hyung hasn't come home yet." Jungkook mentions, "We only have like
three more boxes left."
His father nods, "I'll give him a call if he doesn't return after we're done."
Jungkook stares at the box labeled "Mother's clothes". There was a silence
between his father and him inside the large house. Jungkook proceeds to pick
the dusty box wrapped securely with tape.
"Actually," his father grabbed onto the box, "I'll carry this out." Jungkook
couldn't see his face for his father looked directly down at the ground. The
son let go of the box. It was clear that his father didn't want anyone touching
the box. Jungkook sighs as his father turns his back to him, walking out the
door. And then suddenly, Seokjin pops into the room, bumping into their father.
His brother is carrying a plastic bag in one hand and a bright smile on his
face.
"Ah, sorry dad." Seokjin puts the plastic down on the floor, "Do you need
help?" His father looks up at him and Seokjin looks at the box. His smile
disappears as he reads the box. Seokjin stands in place their father walks past
him. Jungkook watches his brother turn completely lifeless and feels uneasy. 
"Why'd you come home now?" Jungkook breaks the silence, "Didn't you say you
were just going to get some snacks?"
Seokjin turns to his younger brother. He picks up the plastic bag off the
wooden floor and walks towards Jungkook. Seokjin places his phone on the
counter next to the cardboard boxes along with some snacks he pulled out from
the bag. "You wouldn't believe who I meet at the supermarket, Jungkook-ah." 
Jungkook opens the potato chips his brother bought, "Who?", he puts one into
his mouth.
"Min Yoongi." His brother answers. Jungkook nods and continues to stuff his
face. 
"Didn't Yoongi-hyung go to Seoul to study music?", Jungkook asks. 
"That's what I thought," Seokjin reaches into the potato chip bag Jungkook is
holding, "but apparently he's on a break or something." Seokjin eats one. 
"Ah, I see." Jungkook lifts the bag up to his face and pours the chips into his
mouth. 
"We caught up with each other." Seokjin spoke as Jungkook munched on, "He even
asked me to get a drink with him on Friday." 
Jungkook feels a pulse throughout his muscles to stop all movement and
pauses. "Really?", he brings down the bag from his face to see his brother's
cheerful expression. Seokjin nods and takes the last potato chip out of the
bag.
Their father walks into the house and walks towards them to grab another box,
"Seokjin, can you carry the last one out to the car?" Jin obeys and lifts the
box up to follow their father outside.
Jungkook is left alone with this sour taste in his mouth and bitter expression
on his face. Then, he hears something vibrate near him. Jungkook looks down to
find his brother's smartphone. The bright screen lights up, filled with
messages from "Min Yoongi". The young man stares at the phone until the screen
turns black. Jungkook crushes the empty potato chip bag in his fist and
continues to stare at the small screen. It isn't until his brother comes into
the house, looking for his phone, Jungkook turns away from the smartphone.
Jin walks towards him and grabs his phone, "Jungkook-ah, are you ready to go?",
Jungkook doesn't ansnwer.
"Jungkook", Seokjin repeats. Jungkook immediately turns to his brother who is
looking into Jungkook's eyes. And he relaxes his fist, releasing the empty
bag. "Jungkook-ah," Seokjin says to him softly, "let's go." Jungkook stares at
his brother breaking into a delicate smile and starts to head outside. He
follows him behind and watches Seokjin enter the bright sunlight. Jungkook
smells the sweetness of the fresh air and basks in the glory that is Seokjin. 
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Jungkook sits on the right end of the backseat of the car. Meanwhile, his
brother is on the left side and completely glued to his phone. Jungkook tries
to ignore the constant ding! of Seokjin's phone by staring outside the window.
However, watching the mountains pass by doesn't help Jungkook forget
about Yoongi. Instead, he decides to listen to the GPS guiding his father off
the freeway. It's been roughly five hours since they left Hoengseong to head
towards Busan for their mother's funeral. All of Jungkook's family members are
supposed to be there by now, well as some of mom's friends. It had been about
two years since he last visited Busan and another ten ever since the funeral of
his father which he didn't really remember much of. 
As they enter the ciry, they are greeted with the beautiful blue beach. Their
father heads towards it and looks for a parking spot. "Wait, dad, aren't we
supposed to be going to Ajumeoni's house?" Jungkook asks. His father seemed as
if he didn't hear Jungkook at all. Their father parks the car and gets out of
the vehicle. Seokjin looks at Jungkook, confused, and Jungkook looks back at
him, with a similar expression. They get out of the car and sees their father
about fifty meters ahead, walking towards the pier. They catch up to him and
follow their father behind, careful not to question the old man. The family
walks up the stairs, onto the wooden platform. 
The sun is setting into warm brushstrokes of orange and yellow which contrasts
the harsh line between the dark ocean. The breezes becomes colder and sharper
and their footsteps become muted by the crashing of the waves. They pass the
vast array of gift shops and fishermen spread across the edge of the pier.
Jungkook closes his eyes as he breathes in the refreshing ocean mist. He opens
his eyes to see his father and Jin walking close together, looking at the same
horizon. It's as if Jungkook was looking at a painting. They don't say a word
to each other, but they are painted together, with the same brush.
And then Jungkook feels his gut sinking into the waves below him. He is the
audience, alone, watching someone paint this masterpiece. He breathes the Busan
air and returns to a place eight years ago. The place his mother, his past,
left him. An empty room used to view this single painting. Jungkook reads the
label below the painting "Kim Jungkook" before it falls off. He looks back up
at the painting. The painting, now looking back at him.
"Jungkook-ah", he hears faintly, "Jungkook", his vision disperses.
"Kim Jungkook." his father stood in front of him. "Are you coming?", the sounds
of the waves immediately resonates. Seokjin waits behind their father and looks
strangely at his younger brother. Jungkook looks around. They are still on the
pier. The wind is still blowing and the waves are still crashing. He walks
towards his father and his brother and the blood orange sun.
They walk towards the end of the pier. The sound of the waves amplify and the
icy wind pierces their skin. Their father placed his hands on the edge of the
wooden barrier and let the wind fill him up.
"This is where I proposed to your mother, Jungkook." Behind him, the two
brothers watch their father stand in place. And Jungkook stands next to
Seokjin, still, as if time froze all together. He watches his father look down
at the violent waters and then up at the fading sky.
Their father lifts his right hand to his face and lets out a sniffle. "You
know, you guys should go around the beach." His voice cracks, "I think I'm
going to stay here for a bit."
The boys stare at their father pitifully and then Seokjin turns to Jungkook.
Jungkook turns to him and follows Seokjin out. 
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The skies brighten the beach in a beautiful yellow glow. The teenager watches
his brother step on the sand as Jungkook steps down the steps, joining Seokjin.
And the glow immediately fills Jin. He takes off his white converses and
sprints towards the glittering water.
"Jungkookie!", Seokjin naturally calls out.
Jungkook stares at his brother who is waving to him with a magnificent smile.
He, himself, can't help but smile and throws his sandals off. Jungkook feels
the rough sand on his bare feet and the fierce wind against him as he runs
towards Seokjin. He hears his name becoming louder and louder and his vision
fading more and more. He opens his eyes and sees the bright figure in front of
him. He keeps running until everything freezes. Seokjin is right in front of
him, his right arm wrapped around Jungkook. They are now knees deep in the
ocean. The younger brother watches his brother burst into laughter and
intertwine his fingers with Jungkook's. 
"Yah, it looked like you were going to attack me!", Seokjin complains, but
Jungkook stays astonished.
He watches his brother's playful expression and then disappear into a blurry
mess. Jin throws seawater into Jungkook's face and laughs even more this time.
Jungkook stands still and then cracks a smile. The younger brother responds by
splashing Seokjin with a burst of water. This ignites Seokjin who splatters
water back. And then Jungkook slaps the water which soaks Jin.
"Yah!", Seokjin giggles as he runs away. The golden sun illuminates Seokjin's
glowing smile as it approaches the dark horizon. Jungkook follows his brother
with a trail of waves from their game. The younger catches up to Seokjin and
then drenches him in a storm of water. "Jungkook!", Seokjin yells as he falls
into the dark ocean.
Jungkook reaches out his arm and grabs onto his brother's waist, quickly
catching him. He grabs Seokjin's arm with his other hand and lifts Jin up
towards him. All in a split second, the pair is now facing each other, bodies
perfectly aligned together. Jungkook can feel Seokjin's breath quicken on the
surface of his lips. Seokjin's eyes widen as they stare into Jungkook's
aggressive gaze. And all is silent, expect for the sound of the rapids beneath
them. Jungkook senses how tight Seokjin's soaked shirt binds to his warm body.
Jungkook stares at his brother's wet, pink lips and swallows the bit of salt
water caught in his mouth. He feels how tiny his brother's waist is and just
how soft his skin feels. He feels blood rush all over from his feet up to his
head. And the heat grows in his groin as it feeds solely on the sight of his
brother. 
Seokjin can feel the heat off of Jungkook and just how board his chest is. He
notices how much taller Jungkook had become and how much he has grown over the
past two years. His heartbeat quicken and his body gets hotter. As if all
movement has been halted, they, very slowly, inch closer. Seokjin stops his
breath and keeps his eyes on Jungkook's, luring him in. The ocean turns blacker
and darker as the sun begins to escape her yearning skies. Everything becomes
dimmer, and the waves grow violent. Jungkook's lips are burning with lust, and
the sweat from the heat drips on the side of his face. His stare grows more
intense as his sight of Seokjin slowly disappears with the light. Jungkook
pulls Seokjin's waist inward to bring their touching bodies closer and closer
until it disappears all together.
Jungkook feels a rush of water engulf him into the black sea. His limps fall
out and then he hears a loud splash. He instantly closes his eyes to a void of
pitch black. His back hits the bottom of the water, but he feels weightless,
peaceful, as if he is floating in a pool of ink. It slowly fills his body up,
tarnishing the young man in his own sins. But then, he feels something pull him
up. Out of the suffocating ocean and into the liberating earth. Drops of water
fall freely down his dark skin, and he opens his tired eyes.
He sees his beautiful brother smiling and holding him by the wrist. Seokjin
lets go of Jungkook and bursts into laughter, seeing his younger brother
drenched in sea water. Jungkook pauses and tries to comprehended what just had
happened. Seokjin fills Jungkook's vision, in all his brilliance. He glows from
the dying sun behind him, leaving him surrounded in a ring of luminous.
His brother then turns around, facing the lost star. The skies turn dark and
the wind start to howl. Jungkook's vision begins to fade once again. Seokjin's
back turns into a fizzy figure in the distance, slowly getting farther and
farther away. And then he hears a ring in his eyes, that gets louder and
louder. The air becomes colder and sharper than ever before. He feels blood
rush to his head and begins to get dizzy. Jungkook sees the tide rising as the
new moon enters the mourning skies. He closes his eyes as the black water climb
up to his neck, allowing the ink to completely consume him. 
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"Jungkook, do you know where your father is?", his aunt asks. 
"He's probably still at the ritual room." Jungkook answers. 
"Well, tell him to come here to eat." She commands, "It's been four hours. He
needs to eat." Jungkook obeys and enters the long hallway leading to the ritual
room.
The empty hallway is lined with massive bouquets from the shareholders of his
father's company and companies affiliated with his father's. The air is heavy
as he enters the ritual room. He sees his father in the middle of the room,
dressed in black just like he is. His father is staring straight at his
mother's photo, on his knees. The funeral started at noon. Jungkook led the
funeral, holding the picture of his mother, as his father and brother carried
the casket. The ritual ceremony lasted for three hours in this building. There
were so many tears from his aunts, friends, and children. However, he was not
allowed to cry. His father and brother were prohibited to, for it was looked
down upon in Korea if men were to cry. 
The ticking of the clock fills the dark room. Jungkook watches his lifeless
father, hesitating to make any noise. "What is it now?", his father's voice
speaks of death. 
"Ajumeoni said you should eat." Jungkook murmurs. 
"Again?", his father softly chuckles.
Jungkook stays silent and proceeds to walk towards the alter. He looks at his
mother, his graceful mother. He feels empty, confused. Alone, in a pitch black
room. Both his fathers are gone. He felt furious, betrayed.
That bitch. 
Tears start to form in his eyes. She had left him there alone, to rot in his
own hell. He tried to find a way out but there was fire at every turn. Selfish,
ignorant, and disgusting. These were all things Jungkook wanted to say, but it
just felt like they described himself. He missed her more than anything. He
would do anything to bring her back. The apartment they used to live in. The
bed they shared. The kisses she gave them.
I 'm sorry, mother.
Jungkook sniffled and a tear fell down his face. 
"Are they gone?", his father asked him. Jungkook turned to him, confused.
His father stands up. "Is everyone gone?", he repeated. 
"Y-yes," his voice cracked, "most of them are gone." 
"Okay," his father's voice soften, "good."
And his father put his hand on Jungkook's back and starts rubbing it.
Jungkook's eyes begin to water. As he feels the warmth of his father's
hands,his emotions begin to pour out. He looks down, trying to avoid his
father, ashamed. But his father brings him into an embrace. When he tightens
his grip around Jungkook, the son begins to bawl out. Over his own cry,
Jungkook hears his father sniffle as they wrap tighter around each other,
together in the middle of that empty room. 
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After his father was fed, Jungkook looks at the time. 2:34 AM and he yawns. He
walks out of the dining hall and out to the patio where the men drank alcohol.
There are many empty tables with empty soju bottles still needed to be
collected. He sees his uncle, his mother's younger brother, passed out drunk at
one of the tables. At another table, there was a small group of three men
playing poker and drinking soju. And then he saw Seokjin at a table in the
back, alone, looking at down at something. When he approaches his brother, he
finds, to his surprise, two soju bottles and a single shot glass.
"Seokjin-hyung", Jungkook calls out. As he turns his brother around, Seokjin
completely gives out and falls into Jungkook's arms. Jungkook's eyes widen as
pulls his brother up to find that he's knocked out and reeking of soju.
Jungkook notices that his eyes are swollen, and his eyelashes are still damp.
His skin is flushed with an alluring red glow from the alcohol. Sweat drizzles
off his gleaming face, covering him in a dazzling aura. And Jungkook stares at
his ruby red lips, so full, so dangerous. Seokjin embodied innocence, the
overbearingly defenseless. Breathing so effortlessly, so delicately. The young
brother pulls him in, closer to his face. Everything zones out, his mourning
family, the drunk gambling, the smell of soju. Jungkook's eyes study his
brother's face as he gets closer and closer. The night lit up in the most vivid
colors. Nothing could have shined brighter, any clearer than what Jungkook laid
before him.
"Mother?", Seokjin whispers. Jungkook freezes and stops breathing. He looks
down at his brother, his eyes still shut.
Jungkook begins to shake. His heartbeat climbs higher and his breath runs wild.
He continues to stare at his brother's lips, and his vision begins to shut
down. 
Ah, I see. 
His heart calms down, and he starts to breath normally. He closes his eyes in a
deep slumber as he inches towards Seokjin. Under the dark night sky, their lips
meet, creating a light ever so dim. And he feels weightless once again. In
Busan, the city of the sea, the lights go out at night, never to return by day.
Jungkook sees something in his own eyes—water, so dark, so black, you couldn't
even tell. He reaches out, spreading his fingers down to the bottom. He tries
to find something, but he cannot. There's a burning sensation the deeper he
goes. He pulls his hands out to find his fingertips stained with pitch black
ink. 
I'm sorry, mother.
Chapter End Notes
     im back \ ^ 0 ^ /
     excuse many grammar mistakes because im way too tired to revise it
     its hella late damn...
     also im gon do a huge revision of the whole thing because i made
     small errors so i gotta reread everything again
***** Inferno *****
Chapter Notes
     The italicized phrases are Jungkook's thoughts.
     This is in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2016
     Jungkook: 17
     Seokjin: 20
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jungkook rubs his eyes as he brings his phone up to his face. 8:05 AM. Jungkook
blinks and continues to rub his eyes. And then he feels something sink in his
abdomen.
Eh?
He kicks off the heavy blanket and gets off his mattress. He almost slips on
the hardwood floor while reaching for his uniform. He quickly changes and
sprints out the bedroom as he wraps his loose tie around his collar. He dashes
across the hallway and quickly opens the bathroom door. He uncaps the
toothpaste to squeeze it out onto his toothbrush. He stops brushing for a
moment to grab his tie around his neck. He starts to loop the two ends together
until he looks up at the mirror, not to his reflection, but a foggy figure.
Jungkook immediately feels the hot dew on his skin, and his eyes grow large. He
hears rain showers next to him and feels heat from it. He turns to find Seokjin
in the shower, behind the cloudy glass door. 
A heavy mist surrounds his brother's naked body. Jungkook watches as if a
marble sculpture is being built in front of his eyes. A set of board shoulders
develop, and then the curves of his back appear. Jungkook follows the smooth
arch of his lower frame down to his defined ass. With his toothbrush still in
his mouth, he watches the water drip down along the contours of his body onto
his beautiful bottom. His brother's thighs begin to move which gave help to his
plump ass. Jungkook smells a familiar scent as his cock recognizes the sweet
essence of morning. Blood rushes to both Jungkook's head and groin, quickly
snapping him out. 
"H-hyung." Jungkook's toothbrush falls into the sink. He sees the figure back
away from the concentrated clouds of heat.
"Sorry!", he rushes out of the restroom back to their bedroom where he falls
back onto the bedroom door, shutting it closed. He tries to breathe in the
morning air, but his mouth is filled with the bitterness of the toothpaste. He
wipes his mouth with his arm and looks down at his wet sleeve. And then he sees
his growing member in his buckled khakis. He looks at the clock once again. 8:
17 AM. And he lets out a sigh. 
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"Yah, what are you doing for your birthday?", Taehyung asks as Jungkook and him
put their books in their backpacks. The bell had just rang, indicating that
school had ended. Jimin immediately left to meet with the homeroom teacher and
asked Jungkook and Taehyung to wait for him in the classroom. 
"Why?", Jungkook zips up his school bag. "My birthday isn't til next month."  
"Yeah, but it takes a month to make fake IDs" Taehyung refuted.  
"Wait, what?", Jungkook double takes, "Fak-", Taehyung interrupts Jungkook by
punching him in his stomach. Jungkook flinches and quickly wraps his abdomen
with his arms.
"Jimin, you're back?" Taehyung asks. Jungkook looks up to see Jimin standing
outside the classroom, holding a pile of books. Jimin nods and heads over to
his desk. 
"Will you shut up?", Taehyung whispers to Jungkook, "You're so loud." Jungkook
flinches and gives him a sour glare.
The trio steps down the stairs under the smoldering sun. It is Friday and also
the last day of spring. However, the weather grew unusually hot for today. So
hot that you could see the heat waves afloat on top of the scorching road. They
walk in the crowd of students, which makes everything much hotter than it would
be, waiting to get off the campus. The air is dry, and a mixture of dust and
dirt saturate it. The heat is unbearable to Jungkook, for it doesn't help his
growing anger inside him. He waited impatiently throughout the week and
unenthusiastically waiting for this day to end as he thinks about Seokjin was
sitting at the bar, his arms wrapped up around Yoongi's and sweet alcohol
dripping from his breath. He realizes he might be overthinking, but he can't
help it. The heat surrounding him and the heat inside him, almost makes him
want to explode any second.
Taehyung explains that he had asked his cousin to take them to a club in Seoul
for Jungkook's birthday, which was on a Wednesday. He assures Jungkook and
Jimin that it would be foolproof and fun. Jungkook finds the idea intriguing,
knowing that he would spend his birthday somewhat as a high school student
would.
However, Jimin didn't agree with him. "I don't know, Taehyung." Jimin murmurs,
"What if we get caught?" Taehyung fully expects this, and keeps on reassuring
him, in his puppy-dog voice. Jungkook watches as Taehyung enlargens his pupils
and changes the pitch of his voice.
Just when Jungkook feels like his ears would fall off listening to Taehyung's
high-pitched voice, he decides to shut him off, "I'm down to go." 
"Really?!" Taehyung brightens up.
"Well, I'm going to be legal anyways." Jungkook replies.
"But we're not." Jimin adds. Taehyung immediately changes character and turns
to Jimin. The couple begins to bicker again, and Jungkook sighs. 
"Why not, Jimin-ah?" in his most innocent tone. "Ah, Jiminie, please? Please?
Please come?" And Jungkook watches as Jimin tries to distance himself from
Taehyung who chases after him. "Jiminie, please, please come? Please Ji-"
"Yah!" Someone yells. Jungkook turns to the direction of the cry. He notices a
group of about five male students looking straight at him. All five wear a grey
suit with red accents and a red tie. On the right pocket of their suits is a
red patch with the words "Yangpyeong High School" embroidered on it. In the
center of the mob is a prominent student, stocky yet deceptive, mostly due to
his captivating stare from his large eyes. His stance is of great confidence as
if he was really taller than the rest of his acquaintances.  
"Kim Jungkook." In an unexpectedly low tone, the student calls his name with
mockery. 
Jungkook examines the student a bit more and slowly approaches the flock. "Yes,
that's me." Jungkook raise his hand. The center student cracks a smirk. The
group begins to laugh in unison as Jimin and Taehyung stare at them. 
And then the student wipes of his smile off his face, "Think you're funny,
hotshot?"
Jimin leans towards Jungkook, "Jungkook, who is this?", he whispers to him, but
Jungkook continues to eye the group, trying to predict what he would do next.
"You," The center points at Jungkook, "if I see you one more time, I'm going to
beat your ass." he says with disdain.  
Jungkook's expression turns delusional, "What?"
"Cut the crap, moron." The center glares at Jungkook, "Just admit it, you're
dating Yeebin." 
"Eh?!" Taehyung exclaims, "J-Jungkook, what the fuck?!" Taehyung grabs
Jungkook's shoulder and turns him around. He sees that Jungkook is keeping his
glare on the students, completely unfazed. As if this was a game to him,
Taehyung tries to warn his friend, "Yah, Jun-"
He opens his mouth, interrrupting Taehyung, "Ah," Jungkook provoking the
student, "Yoon Yeebin?" He mocks him, and Taehyung and Jimin widen their eyes.
Jungkook stays calm as he had turned down Yeenbin when she confessed to him
last Friday. "I am dating her, but why does it concern you?" Jungkook finds an
odd pleasure from his lies, which enrage the student. But Jimin and Taehyung
hold a very confused look on their faces as they stare at Jungkook. 
The center bluffs again. "I'm her ex, Song Jaebum." He emphasizes the sound of
his name. "And I-"
Jimin leans back onto Taehyung's chest, and tries to whispers to him in the
loudest voice possible, "D-did Jungkook tell you about this?" 
Jaebum listens to Jimin in growing anger and then explodes, "Why don't you shut
the fuck up, fag?!"
And then all of a sudden, Jungkook looks out at the corner of his eye,
Taehyung, sprinting towards the group of students and grabs his body in front
of him. "Yah!" Taehyung yells, "What did you just fucking say?!" Taehyung
struggles in Jungkook's hold as he tries to attack the students. "Do you want
to fucking die?!"
Jaebum seemed to get fired up and starts to approach Taehyung. Jimin rushes to
Jungkook, trying to help him contain Taehyung, who is screaming more than ever.
Taehyung and Jaebum spill curses at each other, Jaebum threatening to throw
punches. The closer the pair gets, the harder it is for Jungkook to hold
Taehyung back. Taehyung commands Jungkook to release him, but Jungkook tires to
communicate that these kids just aren't worth the fight. 
"He fucking called Jimin a fag!" Taehyung shouts, "Now fucking let go of me!"
Taehyung puts all his weight forward in order to push Jungkook out of the way.
Jungkook follows Taehyung's force and then pulls him back, launching Taehyung
behind him, down onto the ground. Jungkook turns around to the face the male
student. 
"Look, I don't care who you are, where you're from, and who you dated."
Jungkook stares down at him with eyes of fire, "But you don't talk to my
friends that way." 
"And?", Jaebum sneers at him, "Do you think I fucking care?"  
Jungkook quickly lifts his fist and punches the student's cheek. The world
becomes silent as everyone tries to comprehend what just had happened. Jungkook
dodges Jaebum's attempted punch just before Taehyung grabs Jungkook's collar
away. Jungkook turns around to see Jimin and Taehyung run in front of him. He
then turns back to see a mob chasing towards them. 
"We have to lose them!" Jimin tells them. They run back inside the school as
group follows them. The loud sound of footsteps fill the hallways, and the boys
climb up the floors, trying to wear the group out. 
"Go to the roof!" Jungkook yells. The trio sprints towards the stairs leading
to the rooftop. They scurry up three flights with the students on their tracks.
Jimin opens the door, and Taehyung shouts at Jungkook to hurry. Jungkook sees
the light from the outside and rushes to it. He hurls himself into the door,
and falls onto the concrete. 
"Close it! Close it!" Jungkook repeats, and Jimin quickly closes and locks it.
Right after, they hear loud banging on the door about two minutes. They pant
heavily as the door curses at them. And when it all dies out, the boys breathe
again. 
"Fuck." Taehyung begins. And the silence creeps in again with the cold breeze
of the rooftop. 
"Yah, Jungkook-ah" Jimin starts again, "Are you really dating Yeebin-ssi?"
Taehyung looks at Jungkook for an answer. 
"No," he smirks, "he was just being an asshole, and I wanted to return the
favor."
Jimin's face turns sour, "Are you crazy? You almost got hurt ou-"
"He called you a faggot, Jimin-ah." Jungkook looks at him with his big stern
eyes, "Stop complaining when nothing literally happened." His voice becomes
static and serious. Jimin and Taehyung notice that something else is bothering
Jungkook, but they remain silent instead. Taehyung sighs as he begins to lay
down on roof. Jungkook takes a seat, and Jimin paces around them, in distress.
Jungkook almost calls out to Jimin to relax, but decides that it wasn't worth
the effort.
So, he lays down opposite of Taehyung, waiting for the mob to clear out. He
squints his eyes to look into the bright star and then blocks it with his hand.
And he is reminded of Seokjin. And how his smile could engulf Jungkook in a
golden sea of light and warmness, just like the gleaming sun above them. Then,
thoughts of his brother's fingers brushing Yoongi's hair and sounds of
flirtatious laughter come into his mind. This, once again, ignites the flames
inside the young man as he begins to feel the sun beating down on him. The heat
quickly intensifies, and his throat closes, searching for moisture. The
concrete below him start to burn, and he sees rays above him. A field of fire
surrounds him, and he tries to stand up, but he can't, as if he is caught up in
something. The flames, once inside him, char his chest as they escape through
his blistering skin. Then, he sees blue flames slowly approaching his fingers
and drips of sweat melt down his skin. His pupils dilate, and his throat
reopens. The moment he breathes in air, a mirror appears in front of him. He is
standing, and looking straight at his reflection, his black scorched skin,
painfully peeling off his bleeding body. 
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"Don't worry about it, Jimin-ah." Jungkook assures him, "They aren't here."
It's almost ten, and they just begun to walk out of the school building. The
moon is high up the sky, and the breeze becomes colder. The school has an eerie
aura at night due to the absence of students. When they reach the sidewalk,
Jungkook's phone rings. He looks at the screen, "Seokjin-hyung", it reads.
"Hello, hyung?", he answers.
What he hears is not what he expects, "Ah, is this this Jungkook-ssi?"
Jungkook immediately stops walking and his friends look back behind them. He
feels his stomach drop as he vaguely recognizes the voice. A hot sensation
quickly spreads to his muscles and he moves his burning lips, "Yoongi-hyung."
Taehyung and Jimin widen their eyes and walk towards Jungkook.
"Mhm, your brother passed out at the bar." Jungkook clenches his jaw and stares
out into the black horizon, "He's at my house right n-"
There is fire in his eyes, "I'll be there." Jungkook cuts him off and then
hangs up. He sees Taehyung and Jimin looking at him with an astonished look on
their faces. "You guys go on ahead." He says as he walks past them. Taehyung
and Jimin try to confront him with questions of Yoongi, but Jungkook ignores
them and quickens his pace. The yells from Taehyung becomes quiet as he begins
to run towards the dark road ahead of him. 
He could barely remember where Yoongi's house was, let alone see where he was
going in the pitch night. The cold pierces through his uniform, which is thin
and tight, and school shoes, which are bulky and heavy. He feels his phone
ringing in his back pocket and figures it must be his dad calling. The more he
runs, the colder and darker it gets. But he just keeps on running. Running
until he couldn't breathe anymore, until all his muscles become sore, until he
finds his brother.
He comes up to the street that he believes Yoongi lived at before leaving for
Seoul. He finally finds the building despite how dark it was. It's a yellow
house with a beautiful lawn and chain fence surrounding the perimeter. He
pushes the metal fence open and steps onto the walkway. When he is in front of
the beige-colored door, he rings the doorbell, hesitant if he approached wrong
house. The instant the door opened, he already knew it was Yoongi, expecting
him.
"Where is he?" Jungkook asks firmly.
"On the couch." Yoongi turns around, half-inviting him in, half-flipping him
off. "Also, don't be loud. My parents are asleep."
Jungkook walks into the white-colored living room. And immediately sees Seokjin
in his blue button-up shirt, three buttons down, exposing his white collarbones
and clean-cut shoulders. And everything rushes out of the young man like a
ticking time bomb.
Jungkook grabs Yoongi by his shirt collar and hurls him up into his face. "What
did you do?" His voice, hoarse from running. Yoongi enlarges his eyes, applaud
at what the younger man just did to him. Jungkook's fiery stare completely
freezes Yoongi. It seemed like he couldn't feel his lips, fingers, toes. He
coudn't help but look into Jungkook's large fireballs and hold his breath. 
Impatient of the silence, Jungkook repeats himself, "I said, what did you do to
Seokjin-hyung?!" He raises his voice and pulls Yoongi closer to his eyes. 
And then, the pair hears a sweet moan followed by, "Yoongi-chi". They both turn
their heads to the sofa where Seokjin twists and turns. Jungkook watches as his
brother slowly archs his back, creating an S-like curve with his majestic body,
torturing Jungkook. Yoongi feels Jungkook's grip on his collar loosen and
notices the young boy staring at Jin. And then, finally something clicks and
Yoongi smirks. 
"I don't think it's any of your business." Yoongi mocks him, and Jungkook beams
back at him. Jungkook feels an acute burn from Yoongi's skin and immediately
releases him. He shoots Yoongi a glare before he walks towards his brother.
Yoongi watches Jungkook bend down to button up Jin's dress shirt. And Yoongi
feels an itch on his lips, "Your brother was hot," Yoongi monitors Jungkook's
reaction, "so I just offered to help him." He threatens Jungkook. 
And then, in an instant, Yoongi is knocked down onto the floor by Jungkook and
makes a loud thud. Yoongi immediately holds his red cheek with his hand to ease
the pain and tries to control his breathing. And then, he hears footsteps
coming from behind him.
"Yoongi, are you home?" It's Mr. Min who awoke from the noise. He rubs his eyes
together and looks at his son on the ground. Jungkook turns around to face Mr.
Min, carrying Seokjin with his arms. "Y-Yoongi, what happened? Jung-" 
Yoongi lifts his hand up to cut his father off, "I didn't do anything to your
brother." Yoongi repositions his jaw. Jungkook bows to Mr. Min and begins to
head out the door. "But if anything did happen, you know you're still his
stepbrother right?" Jungkook ignores him and places his hand on the doorknob. 
"Or are you more than that?" Yoongi yells to him. Jungkook's hand stops for a
moment, and he stares at the doorknob. And Yoongi watches the younger brother
bridal carries Seokjin out into the darkness of the night.
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Jungkook slowly lowers his brother into his bed. He could feel his brother's
soft breathing against his cheek. And even in the dim light of their room, he
could still see Seokjin's puffy eyelids, glowing brightly. The red flush across
his brother's sleeping face makes Jungkook blush in return. He could see the
dew-like sweat dripping of Seokjin's glistening forehead. Jin's baby hairs
soaked from his slumber and his pulsating lips gleam bright red. 
After Jungkook lifts his brother's head up and onto the pillow, he begins to
pull his blanket out. He brushes his brother's tips of his hairs away from his
wet forehead. A finger traces down Seokjin's soft cheeks and stop beneath his
hot ear. Jungkook watches as he touches his brother's pale, long neck. He
searches for Seokjin's heartbeat and wraps two fingers around Jin's nape. He
feels how calm, yet strong Seokjin's pulse is on his fingers which are soaked
by his brother's sweat. He continues to stare at Jin's glowing neck, and his
fingers tremble. And then he lets go and gets ready for bed.
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"Yah," Jungkook faintly hears. And then he feels his body shaking. "Ah, wake
up." The weak voice repeats.
Jungkook slowly opens his eyes to a vibrating figure in blue. When he comes to
his senses, he sees it is his brother, trying to wake him up by shaking him.
Seokjin is kneeling besides his bed, wearing the same blue button up, with
three buttons down. Jungkook looks, with big eyes, at his brother who is
breathing heavily and completely dazed out of his mind. And then the younger
smells the scent of soju as Seokjin opens his puffed lips.
"I-I can't sleep." Seokjin barely makes out a whole sentence. Jungkook slowly
sits up while Seokjin searches for air. His brother lifts his head up towards
Jungkook, and the moonlight hits him just right. Seokjin's flush is redder and
brighter then ever before, and his sweat makes him glitter under the lights.
"Can you help me?" Seokjin barely keeps his eyes open and plops his head down
on Jungkook's lap. He moans as he rustles the blanket covering the younger man.
Jungkook watches Seokjin take off the blanket to reveal his boxers. And then
his brother looks up to flash Jungkook a lustful gaze with his large pupils and
long eyelashes, both yearning for him. The younger brother holds his breath
when Seokjin returns his gaze down to Jungkook's bulge and places his fingers
on the edge of his boxers. Seokjin slowly takes the cloth off to reveal
Jungkook's member.
The older brother stares at the hard cock before places his mouth over the tip.
Jungkook watches as his brother slowly moves his mouth down the head to the
shaft, spilling precum and saliva mixed with alcohol. And then his brother
pulled his mouth back, letting the sharp air attack the wet tip. He uses his
hand idly to stroke the long member, which makes squelching, sinful sounds.
Seokjin looks up at Jungkook with the prettiest gaze and licks his plump lips
together.
"Hyung." Jungkook takes a deep breath when Jin returns his lips to his cock.
This time, went down a bit further and pulled up, sucking the wet mixture
before swallowing. Seokjin continues to bop his head up and down, filling
Jungkook with the sweetest pleasure. The younger one starts to breath heavily
when Jin wraps his soft tongue around the member, working down and swirling it
around in his small mouth. Jungkook chokes as Seokjin sucks up, hard and loud,
hallowing his cheeks out, stopping at the tip before plummeting down again. He
watches his brother moan with Jungkook's cock in his mouth and his eyebrows
curling up into a lustful expression. The hums begin to pulsate through the
twitching cock, and Jungkook flinches. Jin grabs hold of the member to control
his brother, who quickly flings his head back. Seokjin pumps Jungkook, twisting
his hand in rhythm with his sinful mouth. The moans from his brother grow loud
as he digs deeper and deeper. Jungkook's tip jerks deeper when it touches
Seokjin's throat and fiery pleasure spreads across his dick. This forces Jin to
take the cock out of his mouth, creating a long line of saliva connecting his
red lips with Jungkook's thick cock.
His brother locks his tired eyes with Jungkook and licks his lips again,
letting the saliva to drip down. Jungkook, addicted to the pleasure from Jin's
throat, carefully nudges his needy cock closer to his brother's wet mouth.
Seokjin takes in the member and slowly starts to sink down on it. He flinches a
bit when Jungkook's dick touches his throat for the second time, but still
continues to swallow the cock. His eyes water as the cock pushes deeper down
his throat, and chokes, which massages Jungkook's tip and milks out a moan from
the younger. Just as Seokjin begins to pull back from the pain, Jungkook grabs
his his brother's hair and forces his head back down. He pushes further down on
the head and Seokjin gags in response. Jungkook gathers his arms on his
brother's head and forces his brother's face onto his dick. The more Seokjin
chokes and yells, the more pleasure Jungkook feels. And then he feels his
brother's face on his pubic hair, Jungkook grunts and releases into Seokjin's
closing throat. Jungkook holds Jin curled in that position in order to ride his
high through. After his breathing stabilizes, Jungkook releases his arms off
his brother, and Jin slowly pulls his mouth off his younger brother, taking in
a deep breath through his nose. Jungkook watches his brother, on his knees,
swallowing his seed while closing his eyes.
"H-hyung, I'm sor-"
Jin opens his sore eyes halfway, "My turn." He cuts off Jungkook in a sloppy
French kiss.
Taken by surprise, Jungkook is tackled down back onto the bed by Seokjin's
needy kisses. Jungkook closes his eyes and wraps his arms around his brother's
tiny waist, letting his tongue swirl with Seokjin's. He tastes the soju his
brother had with Yoongi and swallows it. And then, Seokjin pulls off of
Jungkook's strong hold and catches his breath. Jungkook watches his brother sit
up, ass on his twitching member. 
"It's hot" Seokjin moans as he unbuttons his blue dress shirt to reveal his
wide, beautiful chest, illuminated by the blue moonlight. He takes off his own
boxers to free his pink, hard dick, which bounces on Jungkook's stomach.
Jungkook looks up at Seokjin who takes his two slim fingers out from his mouth
and brings them down towards his ass. His brother grips Jungkook's limp dick
together with his own cock and starts to stroke both of them, up and down, in a
rhythmic pattern. Jungkook jumps at the intense sensation from his sensitive
cock, which is slowly growing hard in his brother's hand. He watches his
brother's expression turn even more erotic and listens to Jin's growing screams
as his brother shoves his two fingers into his tight hole. Every time Seokjin
breathes in, his sweat trickles down from his forehead to his white neck. And
Jungkook can see his cold breath in the dim room when his brother exhales
out. Seokjin increases his pumps around the two cocks and his fingers in his
ass. And Jungkook can sense how close his brother is by the whimpers he makes
and how tired his breath sounds. And then his brother stops stroking and pulls
himself up on Jungkook's thighs.
Jungkook sees Jin slowly take out his fingers out from his ass and moans. And
then Jin strokes Jungkook's hard on once more before placing himself right
above it. The younger brother eyes Seokjin's ass, sinking down on Jungkook's
member. Jungkook lets out a moan while Seokjin weeps for air. Jin's knees give
out when he feels Jungkook's bush brushing his ass and completely falls on top
of pelvis. The younger grunts to the way Seokjin's ass grips his cock tightly.
Seokjin takes in another deep breath and gives his brother an aroused smile.
Jungkook grabs Seokjin's hips as he begins to ride Jungkook. 
Seokjin's moans fill the room and become louder when he bounces faster.
Jungkook grips his brother's ass harder and softly moans to the quick bursts of
pleasure every time Seokjin plunges down on his dick. He lightly thrust up into
Jin's ass when their bodies meet, to reach deeper into his brother. This makes
Seokjin jerk up, screaming in bliss. 
"Yoongi." Seokjin moans and Jungkook freezes. Seokjin's movement slows down to
a stop in Jungkook's vision but he still feels his brother on top of his
crotch. Jin's voice diminishes, and a ringing sound grows in Jungkook's ear. He
starts to stabilize his breath by breathing in from his nose and stops moaning
from his mouth. And then as if time froze, he sees his brother bobbing his body
on him again, moaning frantically. "Y-Yoon-" Seokjin desperately wishes for.
And the pleasure from his groin spreads to Jungkook's head, eyes lit with
fire. 
Jungkook quickly grabs his brother's wasit, rotates him around, and fucks
Seokjin from behind. Energized by Seokjin's moans, he grabs his brother's brown
locks and drives his face into the bed. Holding him down in place, Jungkook
quickens his thrusts in his brother's swollen hole. And when Jungkook feels
Seokjin's head retaliate, he shoves him even further into the sheets and tights
his grip on his hair. The younger brother watches as his brother's head search
for air, which fills Jungkook with the satisfaction and heightens his pleasure.
Jungkook begins to build towards his second peak when Seokjin screams loudly in
the pillow and shakes his hands in fear. Jungkook suddenly stops thrusting and
lifts his brother's head up by his strands, allowing Seokjin to gasp for
oxygen. 
Seokjin coughs violently, "Y-yah, that hurt, Yoongi." He turns his neck around
to face Jungkook. 
Jungkook glares at Seokjin with the most cynical look. "What did you call me?"
Once again, Jungkook latches onto Seokjin's waist to turn him around, and
attacks his brother down with his fierce thrusts. 
"Ah," Seokjin moans, "f-fuck, ah! Harder, Y-Yoongi." Jungkook's head is on
fire. He assaults his brother's tight hole harder and faster with every thrust.
He watches Seokjin climbing closer and closer to his high by looking at his
red, inflamed face. Saliva runs down Jin's bloodshot lips along with his lewd
hisses. 
"Who's fucking you, huh?", Jungkook's voice vibrates with the rhythm of skin
slapping into each other. "Tell me who's fucking you right now, Seokjin-ah." He
commands in the harshest tone. 
Seokjin, literally screaming on top of his lungs, "Y-you are, you, Y-Yoongi!"  
"Say my whole fucking name." Jungkook demands. 
"M-Min Yoongi!" And Jungkook slams into Seokjin, spiked in all his senses, "Ah!
Y-yah, fucking, ah!" 
"Yes," Jungkook inhales his brother's moist cries, "Min Yoongi. Me, Yoongi."
Seokjin squirms and arches his back. Jungkook is now on top of Seokjin, leaning
for a kiss. He stops, inches away from contact, "I'll be anybody you want me to
be." He slows his pace down, "A-anyone, but your brother." Seokjin looks
straight at him, with lustful eyes, as if he didn't notice what Jungkook said
to him. And flames ignite inside Jungkook. He lifts away from Seokjin's face
and starts to beat into Seokjin furiously again. 
"Ah!" Seokjin screams, "More, more! Ah! I, I can't, Yoongi!" 
Jungkook stares down at his brother and speeds up. He feels a pulse in his
hands and reaches out for Seokjin. His hands levitate towards his brother's
neck, which is soaked in sweat. And Jungkook slowly wraps his fingers around
the curves and behind Seokjin's collar. His grip holds Seokjin sturdy and helps
Jungkook thrust faster. He watches as his brother stops moaning and hums in
discomfort. Riled up from this sight, the younger brother spreads his fingers
to cover every inch of skin on Seokjin's neck. Jungkook's heartbeat shoots up,
and he tightens his grasp on his brother's neck. Blood rushes to Jungkook's
hands, heat flowing to Jin's cold neck. 
"S-stop-p." Seokjin heaves, "I-I c-can't." Jungkook stops thrusting and pulls
his dick out. He rams Seokjin's head into the bed by constraining his neck.
Jungkook digs his sharp fingernails into his brother's skin as he clutches onto
his neck even harder. He feels his brother's Adam's apple bob up and down out
of fear, which enlivens him even more. He starts to twist his hands together,
wringing Seokjin's neck out. He locks eyes with Jin's, whose are full of tears.
Jungkook hears his brother gag in struggle for air and encourages him to
strengthen his hold. Jungkook cracks the tiniest smirk as he tightens his grip
more and more.
And then, his hands come together suddenly. He widens his eyes to find that
Seokjin had disappear. Jungkook looks around the dark room, confused and
afraid. He feels the room heat up faster and faster, warmer and warmer. His
vision turns black, but somehow sees the room close in on him. Blue flames
appear all of a sudden, making him shudder in fear. Jungkook starts to feel a
burning itch on his finger. He lifts them up and finds that the flames caught
onto his fingertips, spreading towards his palms. He tries to pat them out, but
as soon as he touches his palm, it leaves a brown scar, forcing him to remove
himself. And then his tongue tingles, and his eyes start to water. 
What? Wha-? S-Seokjin-hyung!
He opens his eyes and sits up. He turns his head left and right, searching for
the flames. But all he finds is his brother, peacefully sleeping on his bed. He
looks at the clock up above. 3:46 AM. "A dream?" He whispers to himself.
Jungkook calms his rapid heartbeat down and controls his breathing. He looks at
his alluring brother once again, in his tranquil slumber. And the image of
Seokjin naked and moaning from Jungkook's cock, flashes though his mind. And
his vision begins to distort. Then, Jungkook peers down at his hands and see
that they are badly burned, with brown scars rotting from his palms. 
Chapter End Notes
     reference to the blue button up jin wears: https://twitter.com/
     justdoeat_jin/status/865795095815012353/photo/1
***** Death of the Shining Corpse *****
Chapter Summary
     The italicized phrases are Jungkook's thoughts.
     This is in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2017
     Jungkook: 18
     Seokjin: 20
Chapter Notes
     I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS PRESENTED IN THIS CHAPTER. THEY ARE FOR
     ONLY PLOT DEVELOPMENT AND IN NO WAY AM I SUGGESTING YOU ATTEMPT THIS.

See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jungkook opens his drawers. He loosens his tie with his right hand and searches
around the mess of the pile with his left. A black cotton button-up catches his
eye and Jungkook reaches for it. He puts on a pair of matching black jeans and
the shirt on without buttoning it together.
As he enters the restroom, Jungkook hears the front door open downstairs. And
then he hears the sound of dangling keys hitting the marble counter. He returns
his attention to the mirror in front of him and starts shuffling his hair. The
boy leans closer to the mirror and parts his hair in half. Unsatisfied with the
look, Jungkook rushes into his room and opens the drawer again. He grabs a
black beanie with his left hand and turns around to find Seokjin entering the
room.
"Hyung." Jungkook utters.
Seokjin eyes him up and down, analyzing him, "Got a date or something?"
Jungkook glances down at himself, realizing he hasn't buttoned his shirt. "Uh,
no", he blushes, "I-I'm going to the movies with Jimin and Taehyung today."
Jungkook quickly starts to button his shirt, struggling with his fingers.
Seokjin approaches Jungkook and grabs his black shirt. He removes his hands
from the buttons and allows his brother to continue.
"What movie?" Seokjin asks. Jungkook peers down at his brother as Seokjin leans
closer to him.
And Jungkook breathes in smoothly, "Train to Busan."
"Oh, really?", his brother moves half way up the button-up, "The zombie one,
right?" Seokjin's voice rings in Jungkook's ear like a peaceful church bell.
His gaze deepens at Seokjin, and Jungkook smiles. He feels an air of lightness
and becomes lost in his cloudy vision. The heat from Seokjin fingers crawl up
towards Jungkook's nape. His eyes are still locked on Jin, who is focused on
the black buttons.
"You know, I wanted to watch that movie with you." Seokjin looks up and is met
with Jungkook's large eyes, staring into him. Jin widens his eyes and freezes,
his hands still on the last button. Their bodies are close—too close—and both
of them know it. But Jungkook continues to breathe as he stares deep into Jin's
eyes. He sees this glint in Seokjin's eyes, something new and different. They
stand there for a minute, but what seemed like an eternity for both of them.
Until Seokjin breaks the spell as he quickly takes his hands off the collar and
shifts his eyes down. Jungkook doesn't take his eyes off of his brother and
watches Seokjin's gaze fidget around the room, trying to avoid Jungkook's.
And then Seokjin looks back up, "Come home by 10, yeah?", his voice cracks.
Jungkook slowly nods, and Jin swiftly exits the room, down the stairs. The
young boy stands in place for another minute before wrapping the beanie around
his hair to then head downstairs as well.
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When Jungkook reached Taehyung's house, he spots a brown sedan in the driveway
and Taehyung walking towards the car. Taehyung recognizes Jungkook and waves to
him with a smile on his face. "Yah, the birthday boy is here!" Taehyung shouts
as Jimin and an unfamiliar face exits the household. Jungkook cracks a grin and
waves back to them. 
He is introduced to Taehyung's cousin, Kim Sunwoo, when they enter the sedan.
Taehyung and Jimin sit in the back while Jungkook is seated in the front
alongside Sunwoo, who starts the engine. The interior of the car is a muted
beige with worn out leather seats and trash littered beneath them. Jungkook
spots wrappers of cigarette boxes scattered near his feet and smells a pungent
odor from the ashtray next to Sunwoo. After Sunwoo enters the freeway, he takes
out a box of cigarettes. "Mind if I smoke?" And just as Jungkook begins to open
his mouth, Sunwoo had already lit the bud and opened the window. 
"Ah, no, its fine, hyung." Jungkook looks up at the rear view mirror and
watches Jimin's face turns sour as he breathes in the smoke. Jungkook smirks
and turns his attention towards his window, trying to ignore the harsh fumes.
He watches the mountains shape-shift into small and large cones and then into
the flat green landscape before him. The trees and lakes soon turn into
buildings and railroads as the car travels into the urban areas. It reminds him
of the trip to Busan for his mother's funeral. And it surprises him of how
accustomed he was to the countryside. Something about Hoengseong felt so
comforting, so natural for him. And he thinks of Seokjin. He had lied to his
brother about the movie and instead heads to Seoul for his birthday with
Taehyung and Jimin. His father headed to Busan the day before for a business
trip, so Jungkook didn't need to sneak out. He didn't know why he had lied
because Jin wouldn't think much about it. Jungkook didn't plan to drink a lot
anyways, but he just felt that he had to hide the fact from his brother. Or he
wanted to lie to his brother. And he didn't feel guilty, just curious. Curious
of how Seokjin would react and how he, himself, would as well. Almost as if it
had brought him pleasure, to deceive his own brother. And Jungkook sees the
grey smoke float towards him, alluring him. He watches as the dark vapor dance
around him and breathes in the intoxicating aroma. And allows the thick smoke
to fill him up, once empty from the all lies he's told. 
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The skies turn from a bright amber to a dark navy by the time they exit the
freeway. Jungkook is in awe of the vast sea of skyscrapers and headlights.
Every turn they make, the neon lights from shops and the loud engines of cars
follow them. A mob of people begin to cross the street after Sunwoo stops at
the red light. Jungkook notices the graffiti on the concrete walls and hears
music all around him. They watch as more and more people fill the streets with
chatter and laughter. And then, Sunwoo makes a sharp turn into a dark alley
way, cutting off all light. 
"Hyung, where are we?" Taehyung jumps. 
"Hongdae," Sunwoo answers, "I'm just finding somewhere to park." Jungkook hears
the sound of glass bottles clinking together along with a string of muddled
yelling. They roam the dark void and finally find a spot.
They exit the car and the boys follow Sunwoo out towards the light. As they
walk, Sunwoo takes out an envelope and opens it. And Jungkook watches him flash
an array of ID cards. "Okay, so when we get to the club, there's going to be a
line." He hands each of the cards to each of the boys. "When we get to the
front of the line, there's going to be a security guard." Sunwoo spots a trash
can and throws the empty envelope away. "He's gonna ask for your ID and show
him it. Don't ask him anything, don't talk to him unless he asks you
something." Jungkook can see a huge line of people up ahead. "After he lets you
in, there's going to be a narrow walkway heading to the bar and dance floor."
They walk towards the end of the line and Sunwoo takes out his box of
cigarettes once again. "Just follow me up until there, alright?" The boys nod
and Sunwoo lights his cigarette with a Zippo. 
They wait in line for a good twenty minutes, but it had seemed like five
because they were busy watching a street performer dancing to "BOY IN LUV".
After Sunwoo is allowed into the club, Jungkook reaches the front of the line.
He brings his head up to the tall and brute man before him. Trying to look as
calm and natural as possible, Jungkook immediately hands the security guard the
fake ID card. The guard takes about a minute to scan the card and Jungkook's
face multiple times until he lets him through. It isn't long after Taehyung
waits beside Jungkook and Sunwoo near the entrance. However, the guard starts
to eye Jimin after Jimin gave him his card. And then the security guard begins
to interrogate the tiny teenager with questions. And the more the pair talk,
the more anxious Jimin seems to become. Jungkook turns to Taehyung and notices
how stagnant his expression is. His gaze at the security guard was so heavy and
fixed, almost like he wanted to kill him. And just as Taehyung flinches
forward, Sunwoo takes his cigarette off his mouth and casually paces towards
the two. Jimin watches, with fearful eyes, Sunwoo approach him and lean in
towards the guard. After the small transaction, the guard hands back Jimin his
ID card as Sunwoo smiles and thanks him. 
"What did you say to him?" Taehyung asks after Jimin returns. 
Sunwoo huffs out a stream of smoke from his cigarette, "Not much, just that
Jimin was with me." And they pass through the black doors of the night. 
Darkness encases the group as they enter the nightclub. Following behind
Sunwoo, Jungkook creeps closer and closer towards the loud beat of the EDM
track and the colorful flashing lights through the narrow path filled with
drunk couples linked in each other's arms. And he stops at the end of the
hallway because of the crowd forming in front of him. Jungkook peers up to see
a room filled with a dark neon blue with green lasers hitting the walls. And
the smell of cigarettes pulls him into the blue dance room. Females in tiny
dresses surround the tables with their martini glasses. And preying men flock
on the dance floor, trying to pick up any unsuspecting girls. The heavy cloud
of smoke covers the crowd of young adults, each of them with a bud in one hand
and a beer in the other.  
Jungkook feels a hand on his right shoulder and is pulled into a group huddle
by Sunwoo. "Okay, so, this is the dance floor." His breath reeks of tobacco,
"I'm gonna go to the back for a bit, but I'll catch up with you guys later,
okay?" Jungkook could only try to sound out what he was saying because the
music drowned out his voice, "Don't get into trouble and have fun, yeah?"
Sunwoo lets go of his grip onto the boys. "And happy birthday to Jungkook!",
Sunwoo shouts, and Taehyung adds in as well. 
"Thanks hyung." Jungkook smiles. He watches Sunwoo walk into a dark room
followed by men in suits. After Sunwoo leaves, Taehyung and Jimin run off into
the crowd on the dance floor. And he is alone amidst the fog that traps her
lovers and devils in.   
Jungkook decides to get a drink and heads to the bar on the left side of the
room. He takes a seat on the farthest side, trying not to bring attention to
himself. "Just a beer." He tells the bartender, nodding back at Jungkook. He
turns his body around to watch the dancers drifting on the dance floor. Pretty
girls dance in small cliques, eyeing others who didn't belong. With their
lipstick smeared on their necks and arms, they swing in rhythm, trying to look
as drunk as possible. Sweating in their gilded dresses, black mascara drip from
their blood-ridden eyes. And then he spots Taehyung and Jimin together.
Jungkook cracks a smile as he watches Jimin laughing at Taehyung who shakes his
hips to the loud music.
Jungkook hears a clink behind him and turns around to the bartender who hands
him an opened Heineken. He grabs the beer and takes a sip. And turns his head
to observe the criminals leaning beside the bar, boozed on their water. Just a
seat away from Jungkook, a couple in particular catches his eyes. Her arms wrap
around his neck while his hold her waist, and their lips press against one
another. Their embrace become tighter and more passionate along with the
growing the heat. The man moves down to her neck, and the girl begins to moan
softly. Jungkook takes another sip of his beer and closes his eyes. When he
opens his eyes, he sees Seokjin moaning as the stranger next to him slides his
hand into Seokjin's shirt. Jungkook feels an impulse in his fingers, but
continues to watch his brother melt into a complete mess. The man lifts his
head up to return to Seokjin's lips and grabs his body to turn Seokjin around.
And Jungkook sees Yoongi's face against Seokjin, his eyes pierce into Jungkook
as he stares straight at him. Jungkook immediately jolts up from his seat, but
bumps into someone sitting down in the seat besides him. 
"Woah there," Jungkook looks down at a woman with short black hair and large
loop earrings, "What's the rush?" She laughs, and Jungkook notices her matte
red lipstick contrasted by her white teeth. 
Jungkook glaces back at Yoongi, but only sees the couple from before. "Ah,
sorry." He apologizes to the woman. 
"Can I sit here?" She points down at the seat next to him, and Jungkook follows
her black-painted fingernails. He nods, and she brushes her silky bangs back.
"A beer please." She glaces at the bartender flirtatiously. And Jungkook's eyes
glide down her smooth thighs to her shinny, pearlescent legs as she crosses
them together. The woman is wearing a short black dress, not too tight nor too
loose, with bell shaped sleeves reaching her tiny wrists. The bartender quickly
brings her drink over, anticipating another encounter, but he doesn't get one. 
"The dance floor's too loud for you?", the woman asks after she placed her
black leather clutch next to her drink. 
Jungkook returns his focus back to her face. Her eyes are pitch black and
large, almost pearl-like. Her lips are full and lush while her nose is
prominent. She emits a mysterious, yet captivating aura. Everything about her
face fit together, like a extravagant orchestra. But what is most alluring was
her voice, deep and promiscuous. Jungkook notices how pale her complexion is
against her dark and heavy eye makeup. "Yeah." He mutters quietly and drinks
more alcohol. 
"What's wrong? Heartbroken?" Her voice rings in his ear. The sound of it echos
like a water droplet falling into a calm and clear lake. 
"H-huh? Oh, no, it's not that." He stumbles on his words. "This is actually my
first time drinking at a club." 
"Oh really?", she sounds surprised. Jungkook laughs at himself and takes
another sip. She stares at Jungkook, completely bewildered, and then continues,
"Well, a lot of people don't know this, but this is actually the best place to
drink." The woman grabs her bottle, stands up from the chair, and leans on the
bar, next to Jungkook. 
"Why is that?", he asks. 
"You know", He watches the woman finish her beer, "those fancy tiny bars in
Gangnam?" Jungkook blindly nods, "They don't have any privacy." Her voice
becomes more frustrated and depressed. Her false eyelashes wilt and glisten in
the blue hue. 
She turns her body around to face the crowd of dancing zombies. "But here," her
eyes grow along with her voice, "in clubs like this," Jungkook can't seem to
ignore her omnipresent voice, "you can be anybody you want to be." And, at the
same time, they turn their heads towards each other, eyes beaming into one
another. Both of them continue staring at each other for a minute, until the
woman breaks contact and looks down at her empty beer bottle. Jungkook turns
back and drinks the last of his beer. 
Anybody you want to be. 
Jungkook lowers the empty bottle and stares at it. And then he hears the sound
of plastic crumpling and turns to the woman again. She takes out a cigarette
from a Marlboro box and places it into her mouth. And the young man watches as
she lights it with a black lighter from her clutch. "You smoke?", the
woman extends the open cigarette box towards him. 
Tipsy from the alcohol and smoke in the room, Jungkook accepts her offer. He
curiously gazes at the rows of white cylinders and slowly reaches his hand out
to it. His hands approach closer towards the tiny white box with her black
fingers wrapped around it. Jungkook takes a bud from the container and looks up
at the woman who has a sly expression on her face. "Thanks", the boy replies.
He continues to carefully watch her carry the lighter to Jungkook's face. He
begins to sweat the moment he hears the click of the flame. He stares down the
approaching fire that lures him closer.
And suddenly, it disappears into the muddy air. He then hears a loud blast
calling him from behind. Jungkook turns his head towards the back of the room
and sees a crowd forming around the back door Sunwoo entered into.
"You piece of fucking shit!" A brash voice yells out. Jungkook stands up and
takes the cigarette out from his mouth. "Excuse me", he tells the woman, but
instead, she focuses on the noise ahead. He approaches the crowd of people,
trying to barge through the mass. Exhausted by the heavy heat from the sweaty
bodies, he finally reaches the center. 
Three large men in suits appear, and Jungkook's eyes immediately go to the one
in the middle. The man is suited in a cream beige with a single gold necklace
hanging from his plump neck. He looks familiar to Jungkook, but Jungkook could
only stare at the face without any clue of it. "Always drunk and high! Fucking
dumbass can't do shit!", the man yells at the ground. And on the greasy floor,
is Sunwoo, completely mopped with his hair covering his face. Annoyed, the man
sighs and then proceeds to kick Sunwoo violently in the stomach multiple times.
Sunwoo reacts weakly and begins to laugh like a madman. The stranger briefly
halts his cruelty and glares at the poor man below him. And in a psychotic
tone, he asks, "Listen closely, Sunwoo-ah. If I ever see you ever again, yeah?
I'll fucking kill you, that's what I'll do." After fixing his gold ring on his
finger, the man vanishes into the dark door and leaves the two guards to
continue beating on the drunk. The commotion grows among the crowd and Jungkook
spots Jimin at the opposite end of the circle. 
"H-Hyung!" Taehyung shouts desperately as he enters the confusion. But Sunwoo
seems to invite the violence as he lays still on the floor, like the dead.
Jungkook watches Taehyung's face turns petrified and demonic. "What the hell
are you doing to him?!" Taehyung cries out, forcing the men to stop. 
"Hah? He's yours?", one of the guards call out.
Taehyung locks eyes with the giant and instantly flares up. "Let him go."
"Here, take him and get out." The guards grab Sunwoo's shirt and throw him down
like a piece of trash. Taehyung looks at his cousin in absolute terror as the
guards walk away. Sunwoo lays there, beaten and pitiful with his sweaty hair
falling from his face. Jungkook watches Taehyung's expression turn more and
more cynical. He feels the growing heat coming from Taehyung's eyes. 
"Come back here, you fucktards!", Taehyung yells from the top of his lungs.
Jungkook sees Jimin's eyes widen with fear and anxiety. The guards stop and
slowly turn around. And immediately, one guard grabs Taehyung by the collar,
eyes waiting to kill. In the heat, Jungkook calls out to Taehyung, but he
doesn't faze.
"You better count your blessings, kid." The guard grips Taehyung's collar
tighter. 
Staring at the tall man, "Make me." Taehyung says and knees straight up into
the guard's crotch, causing him to swear and curl up. The other guard calls out
to the fallen and immediately rushes to Taehyung's direction. 
Seeing that Taehyung focusing on the collapsed man, Jungkook begins to run
towards him as well. The guard arrives first and throws a punch at Taehyung,
hitting his cheek. Jungkook grabs Sunwoo into his arms and heads towards the
two men. Taehyung latches tight onto the guard's suit, making it difficult for
him to maneuver. The guard swings viciously, trying to get the teenage boy off
him. He somehow manages to throw Taehyung towards where Jimin is standing.
Jungkook sees an opening and kicks the man in the abdomen, knocking him onto
the ground and next to the other guard. Jungkook races off the dancefloor,
carrying Sunwoo, and yells, "Lets go!" to Jimin and Taehyung who follow him
behind. 
The crowd quickly disperses, making a pathway for Jungkook to fly through. He
hears the cruses and screams from the guards moments later, which both startle
and encourage him to quicken his pace. His heart races, begging to stop, but
knows he can't. And his arms start to ache a bit from carrying Sunwoo's body as
he runs for his life. Jungkook can barely see the light from outside through
all the smoke in the air. Even with that, he also smells the sweet air,
yearning so dearly for it. Jungkook enters the real world, allowing the fresh
air to hit his sweat dripping on his forehead. He turns his head in both
directions, trying to remember where the car was parked. Jungkook hears Jimin
and Taehyung's footsteps following him after he turns left. 
"I still see them!", Jimin alerts them, and Jungkook yells in agony. The group
has now caught the attention of people on the sidewalk. Taehyung and Jimin pass
Jungkook, running ahead of him. And Jungkook is having a harder time hauling
Sunwoo. They run, for what Jungkook feels like a thousand miles, until they
reach the corner of the alleyway. And Jimin shouts out again, "Wait! W-who's
driving?" 
"Shit! Taehyung-ah!", Jungkook cusses. 
The trio finally see the vehicle after searching for it in the dark. "W-wait,
Jungkook-ah, can't you drive?!" Taehyung yells to him. 
"Yah! Didn't I tell you I failed my driving test?!", Jungkook lashes out. 
"It's something!", Taehyung's responds, but Jungkook continues to protest. And
then, Jungkook hears the sound of footsteps behind him and turns his head
around to find the two guards chasing after them. 
"Jungkook-ah!', Jimin begs him. 
"What the fuck!" Jungkook uses the last ounce of his strength to call out to
his friends, "Yah! Open the fucking doors!" And Taehyung opens the back seats
while Jimin opens the driver's seats. Jungkook throws Sunwoo into the car and
the body falls onto the dusty seats. Taehyung jumps in the back seat with his
cousin and closes both sides. Jungkook slides into the driver seat after Jimin
gets in the seat next to him. Instinctively, Jungkook reaches towards the
ignition slot and realizes that there are no keys in his hand.
Frantically, Jungkook hawks, "The keys! The keys! I don't have the keys!" He
hears Taehyung swear as he searches into Sunwoo's pants for the keys. At the
same, Jungkook spots the guards in the rear view mirror. "Taehyung-ah, hurry
up!", he demands. And after a minute had passed, Jungkook rams Sunwoo's keys
into the car and starts the loud engine. Checking his rear view mirror once
again, he shifts into reverse and steps on the gas. This forces the car to back
up dangerous near the two guards, frightening them. Confirming that Jungkook
hasn't hit into anything, he switches into drive and heads into the street.
Once on the street, Jungkook immediately speeds up, driving too close to the
card ahead of him. And then Jungkook sees it's break lights turn on and slams
into the brake, causing the car to skid loudly. He and his passengers are
pushed forward, but caught by the tight seat belt. Jungkook closes his eyes as
the car brakes harshly and then opens them, looking to see if he was still
alive. Exhusted, Jungkook lets out a huge sigh. He looks at the time on the
car's dashboard. 9:38 PM. And he leans his forehead on the top of the wherl and
closes his eyes as they begin their long journey back home. 
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"Thanks for taking us home." Taehyung says as Jungkook and him walk out to his
living room. Jimin was waiting for them to bring Sunwoo into Taehyung's room.
"And sorry about this. I didn't plan for things to turn out like this,
especially on your birthday." Taehyung sounds sincere for once. 
"Nah, it was fun." Jungkook responds, but his friends don't sound convinced.
However they were all too tired to continue the conversation any longer. It
was around midnight by the time they arrived at Taehyung's house. Jungkook
returns Sunwoo's keys into Taehyung's hand. And Taehyung leads Jungkook out to
the front door. Jimin doesn't follow them, but instead decides to sit down on
the couch. "So, where are you going to sleep?", Jungkook steps outside. 
Taehyung turns his head to the left to look at Jimin and then back at Jungkook.
"We're probably gonna sleep on the couches. Why? Wanna sleep with us?" Taehyung
leans closer and smirks at him.
"Gross." Jungkook pushes Taehyung's face away with his palm. Jungkook brings
his hand back into his pockets. "Well, I'll be going." Taehyung nods and bids
him goodnight. Jimin comes out with Taehyung to wave to Jungkook, wishing him a
happy birthday. Jungkook turns around and lifts his hand to wave back. He
continues to wave back at them until they disappear into the darkness. 
Yangpyeong was quite similar to Hoengseong in many aspects, but had its unique
characteristics. Most notably, the city was gifted with an abundance of trees,
and the air was clean. Everywhere Jungkook turns, the trees and buildings stand
together, co-existing peacefully. The trees are full and bright under the night
sky. He enters the thick forest, who fears his being. His shoes kick the dirt
up from the road with every step he takes. The dust dissolves in the pure air
and creates a veil of smog. Jungkook looks up at the sky, trying to find the
moon. But he doesn't find it and leaves him depressed, looking down at the
luminous ground. Hidden behind the smog, the curious stars above follow him. He
listens to the crisp and clear sound of lonely crickets and closes his eyes to
it. Jungkook feels a rush of cool air behind him, carrying dead leaves along
with it. They look like fireflies to him, flashing a beautiful green glow. And
the man watches the leaves float in the air and then fall melancholy on the
ground, lifeless and achromatic. But he keeps on walking ahead of time, like
god himself.
A cloud of smoke appears before Jungkook, catching his attention. It stretches
into a long thread, and mesmerizes him. The white glare in his eyes disappear
with the night as Jungkook begins to follow the ashen trail. He feels a rush of
blood through his veins every time the wind blows louder. His pupils dilate,
and his muscles contract. The night becomes colder, yet he starts to sweat from
the heat of the smoke. The smell of it allures him. He recognizes it from
somewhere, but he can't remember where. However, this time, it's much more
pungent and cruel. The fumes lead the young man around a dark building where he
sees three fuzzy blobs. He steps closer to the livid figures forming quickly in
his eyes. 
"Kim Jungkook?", one figure calls out. Jungkook fixes his sight and sees a
short boy around his age, smoking a cigarette. The boy looks familiar to him
with his deep voice threatening Jungkook. "Yah, it really is you." The young
boy laughs, and the figures around him join in. He inhales another whiff of
smoke through the cigarette and glints his eyes at Jungkook. "Did I tell you to
if I saw you again, I'd kill you?" The boy exhales a large puff of smoke.
Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows and lowers his eyelids. 
Ah, Song Jaebum. 
The sound of embers burning fill the air around them. Jungkook continues to
watch Jaebum's bud ignite with a blood orange light. Jaebum flicks away the
flakes of ash stuck on the shirking cigarette. After the flame had burned the
tips of his fingers, Jaebum tosses the narcotic. He reaches into his pocket of
his grey pants and takes out a box of cheap gas station cigars. With his other
hand, he grabs a small lighter. Jaebum puts the cigarette in his mouth and
brings the lighter up with his free hand to block the wind. More clouds escape
his nose, and Jaebum's eyes return back on Jungkook's.
"Yah, why are you standing there?", Jaebum takes the cigeratte out his mouth.
Jungkook doesn't answer to him. "I asked you a question, Jungkook-ah." Jaebum
raises his voice in growing anger, but Jungkook just stands there, unwavering.
"Yah!" Jaebum shouts at him, and his compatriots turn their heads towards
him.  Jaebum throws the fresh cigarette on the ground and runs straight to
Jungkook with his fist ready.
The boy strikes Jungkook down with a single blow on the cheek. Jungkook takes a
second to fix his neck and looks up at Jaebum, standing inches away. Jaebum
brings his face to Jungkook's and roughly grabs his collar. "Get up, dumbfuck."
Jaebum sneers. He prepares to throw another fist at Jungkook, but Jungkook
kicks his stomach in response. Jungkook sends Jaebum a few meters away with
dirt flying up from the impact. Jungkook stands up and feels his lips with his
thumb, leaving blood on his fingers. He sees two figures heading towards his
direction. Jungkook avoids the first throw directed at him and proceeds to
punch the second mate in the eye. However, Jungkook is pulled around from the
shoulder and hit on the other cheek from the first student. Jungkook holds his
cheek with his palm and regains his balance. He bolts at the boy and swings his
fist into stomach. He pushes him down on the ground and gets on top of him. And
Jungkook punches him in the face until there is blood all over his knuckles.
Jungkook hears a yell from behind and sees the other kid coming to him. He runs
towards him as well, dodging his fist. Jungkook elbows him in the abdomen, then
grabs his shirt, throwing the boy to where Jaebum was. Jaebum slowly stands up
and shouts to Jungkook. Jungkook turns around to a blow to his guts and falls
down. Jaebum mounts on him, aiming for his face once again. Jungkook swiftly
avoids his fist which makes contact with the ground instead. He then grabs
Jaebum's arm and hurls him down, switching their positions. Jungkook grabs the
boy by the chunk of his hair and slams his head repeatedly into the dirt
ground. Jaebum tries to stop the madman, but Jungkook continues his torture.
Blood begins to accumulate around Jaebum's forehead, and his eyes close.
Jungkook hears the chirps of crickets again, this time more prominent and
alarming. He finally stops and stares at the gore of a mess that he has
created. Nearly satisfied, Jungkook stands up and looks around at the three
bodies. And he peers down at his hands, tainted red and damp from the raw cuts.
His eyelid twitch as his blood mixes with his victims. He hears a terrible
groan spilling from Jaebum's crimsom lips. Jungkook turns around and bends
down, searching for something. He reaches his arm out into Jaebum's pocket and
grabs the same cigarette box and lighter. Jungkook stands up and opens the box,
seeing there were only two buds left. He grabs one with his blood-soaked
fingertips and puts it into his mouth. The distinct taste of iron coats his
tongue in a layer of red velvet. He ignites the gas lighter and lights the
bloody cigarette. And the same trail of smoke follows the young man's lips as
he stares up at the night sky, searching for his moon. 
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Jungkook takes out his keys out from his pocket. The sharp metal stabs into his
wounds on his fingers. He inserts it into the gold slot and turns the red
stained doorknob. The large empty house is still with the presence of the heavy
air. The dead silence escapes out the house as Jungkook slowly creeks the door
open. And he slowly steps into the darkness that lures him. Jungkook carefully
maneuvers through the hallway to find the light switch. A stuble glow from the
kitchen appears, calling him. The dim light grows brighter and brighter the
closer he approaches it. His eyes swell, being exposed to the light and nearly
blinds him. He enters the white space who embraces him with loving arms.
And inside that space, a soft figure resonates before him. Jungkook shuts his
tired eyes and opens them to see Seokjin asleep, fanned out beautifully on the
marble countertop. His head is placed on the cold marble with his body
supported in a chair. His brother has on a loose white shirt with an image of a
rose and a pair of faded blue jeanss. Next to him is a small cardboard box
reading "Paris Baguette Bakery" and some candles. Jungkook quietly walks
towards his brother, trying to avoid waking him up.
It captures the young man, the slight curl from his eyelashes, the intense red
of his lips, the peach fuzz on his white skin. The strands of hair on his
brother's head dance in the still air. He listens to Seokjin's peaceful
breathing among the croaks of the toads. The light from above covers him in a
graceful halo. Jungkook watches his closed eyes puff up as Seokjin stays asleep
in his trance. His essence, his sole being, was simply ethereal to a man like
Jungkook. Something like himself, he couldn't imagine how terrible such thing
would be. If he could deserve anything in life, Jungkook wouldn't be given
anything. The loneliness and guilt that resides in his mind—his hands. His
hands burn with blood and desire. The young man stares at Seokjin with eyes of
lust as a drop of blood hits the white floor. 
Seokjin opens his eyes and slowly shakes his head, lifting himself up. 
"Hyung." Jungkook whispers above the sleeping beauty. Seokjin rubs his eyes
with his gentle fingers and faces Jungkook. Jungkook's stomach turns when he
makes contact with Jin's tired eyes. 
Seokjin gives his brother a weak smile, still dazed from his nap. "Ah, Jungkook
you're home." And then Jungkook watches as Seokjin's face turns into a horrid
and frightened expression. His eyes fall down at Jungkook's feet that are
covered in bruises and then up to his forehead. Seokjin opens his mouth, but
nothing comes out.
"W-what, what happened?", Seokjin's hands levitate towards Jungkook, afraid of
his tainted skin. "Why? Why are you like this? J-Jungkook." Jungkook senses how
close Seokjin comes to him and sees how red his eyes becomes. "Who did this to
you?" Seokjin looks into Jungkook's ashamed eyes. The young man glances away,
unable to respond. They stand in the same spot for a good minute until Jungkook
turns his body around. 
"I'm going to take a shower." He tells his brother, "Just go to sleep, okay?"
Jungkook can feel the intense stare from behind him, trapping the young man. He
then feels something latch onto his arm. Jungkook turns his head around and
sees his brother's hand gripping his left arm. 
"Let me treat you first." Seokjin says in an serious tone. Jungkook looks back
into his brother's eyes, which are filled with electricity. He tries to
retract, but is instead pulled in by Seokjin's magnetic stare. And the young
man surrenders to his god. 
Jungkook takes a seat in the same chair while Seokjin comes back from their
room with the first aid. He watches his brother open the white box full of
cotton balls and band-aids. Seokjin grabs a pair of tweezers and tears open an
alcohol pad. Jungkook flinches as the liquid steaps into his wounds. Seokjin
apologizes to him, and he realizes that his brother's lips are centimeters
away. Jungkook looks up at Seokjin, who is focused on the alcohol pad. The
older brother then places a band-aid over the cleaned cut. He sees the worry on
Seokjin's face, and then looks down at his red feet. His guilt spreads into his
veins, overpowering the pain from the alcohol. 
Seokjin takes another pad out and lowers his body. He grabs Jungkook's damp
foot and dabs the alcohol on. "You didn't go to the movies, did you?" Jungkook
doesn't reply. But they both know the answer to that question. And so, Seokjin
moves down to his broken toenails. The younger brother flinches once again,
nearly kicking Seokjin. Jungkook widens his eyes in fear. He notices the dark
blood on Seokjin's pale fingers, which shakes him. "Can I see your knee?"
Jungkook looks back at Seokjin's calm voice and nods. His brother lifts the
black cloth covering the bloody skin. Jungkook watches Seokjin carefully press
a cotton ball against the his right knee. The white puff quickly dissolves into
a red sponge dripping with Jungkook's blood. They go through about three cotton
balls before Seokjin uses more alcohol pads and band-aids. "You smell like
alcohol." Seokjin looks sternly into his brother's eyes. And they stay still
once again, with a gust of air flowing through them. Seokjin flashes an
expression that Jungkook had never seen before. It had a sense of fierceness
mixed with disappointment to it. Seokjin moves closer to Jungkook's body, his
brother's head, almost resting on the his thigh. An image of his brother
wrapping his lips around his dick flashes in front of Jungkook. He nearly
chokes on his breath and blinks his wild eyes. Jungkook's heart stops as he
feels his blood rush into his groin. He watches Seokjin's pink mouth opens
again, "And cigarettes." 
Jungkook stands up and quickly turns around, "I'm taking a shower." Seokjin
watches Jungkook disappear into the dark living room and sighs. He then looks
at the cardboard box on the cold counter top. 
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The boiling water hits his blistering skin. Jungkook stands still under the
scorching rain. He looks down at his cuts and bruises on his body and remembers
the delicate touch of Seokjin's fingers. He stares at his hard-on, red and
yearning. His breath grows stronger and his face turns red with passion.
Jungkook lifts his head up to the ceiling, allowing the hot tears directly hit
his bleeding face. The young man slowly lifts his hand up towards his face and
carefully rips the band-aid off his cheek. The water burns into his cut with a
deranged pleasure. Jungkook continues to take off all the band-aids left on his
body, letting his blood flow out. He closes his eyes shut, entering his black
mind. Within that darkness, he sees a red light. It expands quickly, into a
wildfire. Jungkook tries to run, but his feet trap him on the ground. He begs
for his life to a god that doesn't exist. The flames soon engulf him, returning
him to the dark. A trail of red smoke appears, a shade darker than before.
He breathes in the foul gas, accepting his sins. Jungkook feels his heart beat
slow down to the ticking of the midnight clock. And he opens his dead eyes to
the same red smoke lingering off his skin.
After drying himself off, Jungkook allows the blood to dry. He throws on some
clothes and heads out the misty restroom, with his hair still wet. Jungkook
walks down the black hallway to the bedroom. He turns the doorknob and opens
the door to the darkness. He reaches for the light switch, but then spots a
small flame floating in the air. And hears a voice singing "Happy Birthday"
quietly. The flame grows larger and Jungkook can see Seokjin illuminated in the
soft light. Seokjin walks towards him with a cake in his hands as he sings the
tune. He stops in front of Jungkook and then ends the song. 
"Blow out the candle." Seokjin guides him. Jungkook looks up at Seokjin whose
smile shines brighter than the flame burning against their faces. And he
glances down at the white cake. Hot wax from the red candle drips down onto the
frosting, staining it with its blood. Jungkook leans closer to flame that
entices him. And darkness falls on them as he blows the fire out, leaving
behind a cloud of smoke to extinguish the light. It wraps around the two
brothers like the cunning snake it was. Jungkook watches the red wax dry into
scabs on the white frosting. 
Seokjin brings the cake down and puts it on the desk. "Did you make a wish?",
he asks and then turns on the lamp. The light barely reaches Jungkook who nods
his corrupt head. Jin grabs his brother's wrist and leads him to Jungkook's
bed. The younger brother stares at the long fingers that embraces his. He prays
be released from the seducing touch of his brother. But he is pulled in next to
Seokjin on his cold bed. Jungkook feels the hot skin of Seokjin's thighs
burning into his flesh as they sit side by side. The desire builds in his loose
basketball shorts, consuming his morality. With his last drop of willpower,
Jungkook distances himself from his brother, making room for his
withering innocence.
Seokjin drops down and pulls out a blue paper bag from underneath Jungkook's
bed. "Here, I got this for you." He announces, then places the bag onto
Jungkook's lap, "Open it." Jungkook peers down at the bag in front of him and
pulls out a white box labeled "JBL Xtreme" in red. "They're speakers." Seokjin
mentions. Jungkook notices his brother itching closer with every word he
speaks, "Taehyung said that your laptop's audio was acting up." Seokjin's face
lies inches way from Jungkook's, and his pure eyes luster with promiscuity,
which seduces the young man. Jungkook feels the heat in his groin growing
hotter. The young man lowers his fallen eyes down to Jin's red lips. His
silent ears slowly drown out his brother's voice. He tastes the sweet blood
covering his mouth and craves for a taste of Seokjin's. "I also know how much
you love music." His god has awaken. 
Jungkook leans closer and gently places his lips on Seokjin's. And Seokjin
freezes with his eyes wide open. His blood stops, and his limps lose feeling.
Seokjin feels his breath slow down to the dying beat of his heart.
His body shakes from the confusion, but stays still in shock. The room gets
darker as the lingering silence creeps in. With his eyes closed, Jungkook
shifts his head to the left; lips still connected throughout. Jungkook sets the
speaker down on their drawer and softly lays his hand on his brother's arm.
Seokjin's hand starts to sweat into the sheets, melting in the heat of their
lips. Then, Jungkook begins to suck on his brother's lips. Seokjin presses
against the mattress and pulls away. "J-Jungko-" Seokjin mutters, but Jungkook
reaches for his lips. And sticks his tongue into his brother's mouth. Seokjin
jolts and closes his eyes in the sensation of Jungkook's tongue circling his
wet mouth.
"S-stop!", Seokjin shoves his predator away. He pauses to cough, but Jungkook
quickly grabs his weak arms, pulling him in. He violently pushes his face
against Seokjin, tearing his lips. Seokjin flinches, shutting his damp eyes in
the pain. He can taste the blood mixing with the saliva from their tongues.
Seokjin opens his eyes to the sight of Jungkook's pitch black eyes staring into
his. He cries in fear, trying to fight against the strong grip Jungkook has on
Seokjin's neck. The young man forces Seokjin down onto his bed. Jungkook places
himself on top of Seokjin with his knees, trapping his brother as his hands
wrap around his neck. Seokjin feels a hand clutch onto his crotch, causing him
to kick frantically. Jungkook struggles to keep his prey still and knees
Seokjin in the stomach. Seokjin screams into Jungkook's mouth, searching
for air from the blow. Jungkook takes his hand off his brother's neck and
instead grabs Seokjin's wrists together above their heads. The sound of his
belt unbuckling rings in Seokjin's ear, terrorizing him motionless. He feels
the sharp icy air stabbing into his thighs as his jeans are forced off.
Jungkook moves down onto Seokjin's red neck, leaving his mouth free. But he
lays still and looks up at the dark ceiling above him, trying to take in
everything.
And Seokjin feels the same sensation down in his groin. "Stop", he whispers in
horror. Jungkook slowly pulls Seokjin's boxers away as he creates soft hickeys
on his brother's blank neck. Seokjin shakes when he feels the heat of
Jungkook's hand on his hips. "Stop it." Seokjin raises his trembling voice.
Jungkook ignores him and continues to lick his brother's glistening neck.
Seokjin feels a rush of blood flow down into his member when Jungkook begins to
stroke it. "Jungkook, let go!", he orders and tries to break Jungkook's hold.
"St-" Seokjin shouts, but Jungkook violates him again with a reckless kiss.
Seokjin tries to escape from his brother's powerful hands, but fails for his
forceful tongue. He weakens his struggle the more Jungkook pumps Seokjin's
cock. 
"A-ah!", Seokjin cries in frantic pleasure. His cheeks flush bright red,
burning hot under his breath. Seokjin stops himself and widens his eyes in
disgust. He feels Jungkook's tongue escaping his mouth, leaving it open and
empty. Jungkook releases his hand off Seokjin's member and pauses to stare at
him instead. Seokjin looks up at the demon above him and sees the same dead
eyes from before. His mouth quivers with terror, unable to speak. He
feels Jungkook lessening his grip on his wrists. Seokjin immediately takes his
chance and escapes from his brother's constraint. He lifts his foot and kicks
Jungkook directly in the abdomen, throwing Jungkook off him. He then begins to
get off the bed and onto the floor, until Seokjin feels a strong tug on his
hair. Jungkook pulls him back by his black strands and shoves Seokjin's sweaty
face into the white pillow. His brother's muffled screams ignite the wild
flames inside Jungkook as Seokjin heaves for air. Jungkook holds Seokjin's
hostile legs still by positioning his knees on top Seokjin's joints, forcing
his brother on all fours. And Jungkook hears his brother's cry, which echos to
Jungkook's standing member. The grip on Seokjin's hair tightens and tears form
in his closed eyes. And then, Seokjin feels an cold hand on his ass, crawling
closer and closer to his pink hole. His body shakes as two fingers begin to
corrupt him. Seokjin yelps in pain when he feels one digit stabs into him.
Seokjin cries louder, the more Jungkook drives his finger deeper into his hole.
His voice dies out as soon as the next digit enters him. Seokjin sucks out dry
air from his tired lungs and shrieks from the intense pain. And suddenly, the
fingers exits his hole. He hears the sound of ruffling fabric and his stomach
turns viciously. Jungkook takes his hard member out and pumps it a few times.
He gathers his brother's flying arms together and holds Seokjin's wrists
together behind his back.
Jungkook softens his grip on Seokjin's hair, allowing Seokjin to turn his head
for air, before tightening it again. "Don't!", Seokjin coughs out. Jungkook
begins to align himself with his brother's hole. And Seokjin feels the wet tip
touching his hole. "D-", Seokjin hesitates as Jungkook brutally thrusts into
his brother, shifting the two bodies forward. Seokjin screams with all the air
left inside him. Tears fall down his face, soaking the pillow in a mixture of
blood and saliva. He feels his body splitting into two from Jungkook's sins.
And his virgin eyes tear open as Jungkook pulls out, only to return to thrust
into him again. Jungkook puts his weight into his hand and pushes Seokjin's
head further into the mattress. Jungkook quickens his pace, plunging deeper
into his brother. Seokjin opens his mouth to scream once again, but nothing
comes out. And his eyes begin to turn grey. He slowly closes his mouth shut as
Jungkook continues to thrust into him.
And the lonely sound of the creaking of the bed fills the room. Seokjin closes
his eyes and listens to the smoothing rhythm. He sees a cloud of smoke forming
in his dark mind. His eyes follow its trail downwards until the smoke stops at
his lips. He touches his lips with his finger, burning himself. And a flame
appears on his palms. Seokjin watches the fire spread to his fingers and down
his wrists. He stands in the same spot, allowing the flame to engulf his body.
He slowly closes his eyes as the flames consume him until he is nothing but
ashes. 
Seokjin opens his eyes to Jungkook's fingers wrapped around his numb neck,
pulling his body up to Jungkook's. "Hyung," Jungkook moans softly next to his
ear. Seokjin's eyes lower and peers out the window to the sea of darkness. He
hears Jungkook curse, "I-I'm going to cum." Seokjin continues to stare out,
trying to find the moon in the black sky. "Can, can I come in your ass?" But
Seokjin doesn't find it. "I'm sorry, hyung." Jungkook thrusts even faster and
throws Seokjin down into the damp pillow. Seokjin laughs, under his dying
breath, at himself or at Jungkook—probably both of them. Jungkook finishes in
his brother and slowly pulls out of his sore hole. The young man plops down
besides Seokjin's pale body and gently sets his arm on top of Seokjin's waist.
The elder turns his head to the side, staring at the grey wall. The tears had
dried up on his face, and a dark scab forms on his white lips. Jungkook begins
to fall asleep as if he was a newborn baby. And Seokjin lays there still, like
the dead corpse he was. 
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Jungkook slowly opens his eyes to a white blur of the ceiling. The morning air
welcomes the young man into the world. His vision begins to clear up and
Jungkook turns his head towards his brother's bed. But Seokjin isn't there and
everything rushes to Jungkook. He quickly sits up on his bed with his eyes wide
open. He places his hand on the spot Seokjin was befotr and then lifts it
towards his face. Jungkook stares at the perverted palm in front of him,
disgusted by it. And then, a string of smoke appears before his eyes. Jungkook
watches it slowly drifts in the room. And he sees the red candle, still burning
on top of the rotting cake. 
Chapter End Notes
     hello ! its been a long time since i updated. im so sorry for
     everyone thats been waiting. please understand that rape is a
     terrible crime and that it's sole purpose in this chapter is for the
     plot. also, i am not promoting the use of cigarettes. its only for
     the characterization of jk so please dont smoke
     what jungkook was wearing: https://twitter.com/1997_0901com/status/
     874784568485662721
     what jin was wearing: https://twitter.com/kimseokjinpt/status/
     855371480338751488
     what jin gave jungkook for his 18th birthday: https://twitter.com/
     JKs_speaker
***** The Time Promised in Our Early Years *****
Chapter Notes
     This is in 3rd person following Seokjin's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Past: 2013
     Jungkook: 14
     Seokjin: 17
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“And she didn’t even thank me after I paid for the meal.” Hoseok added and then
finished the last of his banana milk.
Yoongi turned his head to Hoseok who was walking besides him, “Don't expect the
girl you broke up with to thank you, idiot." Hoseok shot a glare at Yoongi, and
the pair began to bicker at each other while Seokjin watched over them. Lunch
had ended, and Seokjin threw away his chocolate milk in the trash can near the
restroom. Seokjin listened to Yoongi’s curses and Hoseok’s cries as the trio
walked through the hallway.
“Ah, that reminds me,” Yoongi paused and turned to the other direction,
“Seokjin-ah, my mom wants me to thank you for the seaweed soup.” He hesitated
for a moment, “It tasted good.”
Seokjin stared at Yoongi in as astonishment, blinking blankly, “A-ah, I’m glad
you guys liked it.” Yoongi glanced up at Seokjin whose eyes sparkled with
delight and satisfaction. He immediately turned his head away, blushing hard
from his white cheeks.
“You should cook us your kimchi rice again. I would kill for some of that.”
Hoseok mentioned. Seokjin peered to Hoseok, overjoyed at his compliment. “Yah,
Seokjin-ah, you should become a chef!”, Hoseok cheerfully giggled with Seokjin.
The two continued to laugh as Hoseok wrapped his arm around Seokjin’s
shoulders. And then, Seokjin noticed his own laughter growing louder and
lonelier. He turned to Hoseok, who has on a stern look, “No, but you should
really consider it.” He advised him. And Seokjin’s carefree smile began to fade
away and slows down his pace.
He watched Yoongi turned back at him, “Seriously.” Yoongi halted in place with
his sharp eyes aimed on Seokjin. Hoseok paused as well, concerned for his
friend. Seokjin’s innocent eyes watched as Yoongi turned his body around again.
“You think so?” Seokjin muttered, unconfident.
“Of course,” Yoongi began to walk ahead of them, “we’re third years after all.”
Seokjin lowered his head, looking at the ground beneath him. Hoseok continued
to stare at Seokjin until they stopped in front of a classroom. Hoseok pointed
to the end of the hallway, and Seokjin looked up to wave goodbye before
entering his classroom with Yoongi.
He followed closely behind Seokjin from the front of the classroom, through the
rows of desk, and to their seats paired together next to the window. Seokjin
noticed what was a white envelope on his desk and proceeded to take a seat.
Yoongi sat down in his desk in front of Seokjin and watched him lift the
envelope up. Seokjin’s curious eyes examined the letter and found his name
neatly written on the back of it. Yoongi lowered his body down and reached into
his school bag, taking a water bottle out. Seokjin tore the envelope open and
pulled out a piece of paper. Yoongi took a sip of water as he watched Seokjin
read the letter.
“What’s that?”, Yoongi asked although he had already known the answer, “A
confession?”
He screwed the cap back on the bottle. Seokjin looked at him with troubled eyes
and slowly shook his head. Yoongi returned the water bottle back in his bag,
“When?” He asked.
Seokjin brought the letter up to his face again and scanned through it, “Today
after school, behind the pool deck.”
Yoongi clicked his tongue, “Ah, I wanted to play league today.” He responded,
jealous and helpless. Seokjin placed the letter back on the desk and stared
straight down at his lap, looking sorrowful. Yoongi sensed the growing sorrow
on Seokjin’s face. He softens his glare and leaned back towards Seokjin, “I’ll
wait for you in front of the gate again, okay?”
Seokjin looked up at Yoongi with his beautiful and breathtaking eyes. “I’m
sorry.” His soft voice hummed into Yoongi’s empty ears. He felt a sensation in
his stomach and Yoongi quickly faced the opposite direction, away from
Seokjin. Unable to resist the temptation, he slowly turned his head back
towards Seokjin. And Seokjin flashed him a pitiful smile.
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Seokjin listened to the splashing of water as the mournful girl walked away
from him. After she disappeared into the hallway, he turned around and began to
walk to the gate. Numerous voices, from students and teachers alike, eagerly
call out to him, bidding him goodbye. Seokjin gently waved back to them,
smiling as he passes through the crowd. He searched for Yoongi among his
followers and spot him with Hoseok, leaning against the brick wall. Seokjin
approached them after calling out Yoongi's name. Yoongi turned his head,
searching for his friend.
"Did you reject her?" He asked blatantly.
"Yeah." Seokjin replied, facing the exit as they prepare to leave. Yoongi stood
in place for a moment and then began to walk out. Seokjin and Hoseok followed
him out, looking forward to their lazy afternoon.
Truthfully speaking, Seokjin liked the confessions. The letters he’d find in
his shoe locker or inside his desk, asking him to meet up at lunch or after
school. The random numbers that fill up his messages, trying to get him to
reply. The obvious stares from his timid admirers across the classroom, hoping
to lock eyes with him. He found it all flattering. Seokjin didn’t mind the
extra kimbap given to him from the food court aunites or the blind dates set up
by his mother’s friends, asking him to be their son-in-law. He was often told
how he would grow up to become a model by his family members, guilty from
bragging about him. And one day, without warning, a scout from a large
entertainment company approached him. But he rejected them, uninterested in
their binding contracts. Soon enough, everyone in town knew. From the proud
ahjummas working in the fields to the jealous teenage boys in Jungkook’s class.
His sweet name was always on their lips, and his lovely face never
escaped their eyes.
And Seokjin became accustomed to it, the obsession, their addiction. Ever since
birth, he understood the capacity of his beauty. That his omniscient eyes
blessed each creature he deemed worthy of. His delicate voice rang in their
ears like the morning church bell, alluring visitors from all walks of life.
His glowing skin purified the air around him, spreading his grace for all to
have. But none of it had corrupted him. It had seemed like nothing could
destroy his benevolent nature. He was humble towards their affection. Seokjin
was grateful and treated everyone politely and equally. He always made people
laugh in the most unintentional ways. People felt attracted to his being like a
magnetic force pulling them in. Seokjin was beloved by everyone near him, as
well as his critics. He was pure, untouched by anyone, but sought after by
everyone.
The town worshiped him as if he was a national treasure. And in a way he was,
in the most indirect manner. He embodied everything they desired, tall and
noble with a face sculpted by the heavens. He was the center of the universe,
their sun and moon. No one could compete with him, and everyone knew it. His
face was their god, and his body, their temple.
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Seokjin opened the front door with his keys and entered the household. He took
his shoes off and put his school bag down. And the stepped into the kitchen
where his mother waited for him.
"Ah, Seokjin, sit down," His mother called out as Seokjin kissed her
tender cheeks with his loving lips, "I made kalbi ribs." She pointed to the
dinner table. Jungkook had already sat down at the table and allowed himself to
grab a rack of meat. Seokjin watched his younger brother rip off a chunk of it,
then chew on the juicy flesh. And left a smudge of grease on Jungkook's lips.
Seokjin grinned slightly and approached his brother. Jungkook continued to gnaw
on the bone until Seokjin stopped across the table. The child slowly brought
the piece of meat down to the plate and watched his brother lean in closer
towards him. Seokjin reached out his arm down to Jungkook's mouth and placed
his clean thumb on the young boy's stained lips. "Jungkookie, you got sauce on
yo-"
And almost immediately, Jungkook flinched and pulled his face away from
Seokjin's tempting touch. "I can do it myself." Jungkook cut him off as he
turned his head to the side. Startled by his rejection, Seokjin stared at
Jungkook, confused and oblivious of his blushing face. And then Seokjin's naive
eyes softened at the sight of the embarrassed child.
"Hyung wants to do it for you, Jungkook-ah." Seokjin chuckled and set his
fingers on Jungkook's burning skin once more. And amidst the growing heat,
Jungkook lifted his hand up and slapped his brother's arm away. Seokjin's eyes
widened from the sudden outburst.
"Stop it! Stop treating me like a kid!", Jungkook exploded up from his seat.
"I'm already fourteen, hyung! When are you going grow up?!" His barbaric voice
shatter through the large house. Seokjin stood still next to his mother, both
with shocked expressions on their waiting faces. And they watched Jungkook
storm off into the stairs with his head locked to the ground.
Silence fell on the household as Seokjin stared at the empty seat in front of
him. The phrase "grow up" echoed in his ear, perfectly matching the tone of his
brother's. The words trapped him, along with the concept of time. That nothing
lasted forever and that everything was in motion, running ahead of him.
Everyone was ahead of him; Jungkook, Yoongi, his entire class. Signing their
names on the bottom of their college applications, they laughed at him. He was
just a pretty face and nothing else. Seokjin felt stuck in his cruel world,
being admired at like an artifact at a museum. As people stop to take pictures,
until they become bored and eventually leave him behind. He was alone, scared
of the real world that he soon had to enter. Seokjin wanted to cry out loud,
like a true child, innocent and weary. But then he jerked awake, to the sound
of the kitchen faucet turning on.  
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The steamy mist fell on the divine figure, covering him in a blanket of white
snow. Seokjin stepped out of the wet shower and grabbed the towel hanging from
the door. He looked into foggy mirror in front of him and saw a distorted image
of a child. Disappointed, the man quickly put on his pajamas and stomped out
the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
He headed to his room across the hallway and twisted the doorknob open. And
found Jungkook sitting at their desk with his schoolwork and a pencil, peering
up at Seokjin. The pair stared at each other amongst the awkward silence. The
sound of ticking clock grew louder around them until Jungkook returned his head
back down at his textbook. Seokjin lowered his head with a pained expression on
his face and then began to slowly enter the room. The elder continued to pat
his wet hair dry with the towel as he slowly walked over to his bedside. He
stopped in front of his bed, looking down at the white sheets, and listened to
the clicking of Jungkook’s lead pencil. Seokjin gripped the towel tighter and
dropped it on top of his bed. “Do you hate me, Jungkook?”, he asked.
The sound of pencil marks stopped and Jungkook sat frozen in his chair for a
moment. Seokjin turned his body to face his brother and waited for a response.
After a minute, Jungkook slightly turned his head towards Seokjin, “No, I
don’t.” He answered in a firm tone and turned back down to his notebook.
Seokjin watched his brother who sat still, focused on his study. And then
opened his lips, “Really?” Seokjin muttered. He waited anxiously for another
reply.
“Of course.” The fear in Seokjin’s eyes slowly began to fade away as Jungkook
continued, “I could never hate you, hyung.” Seokjin stood in place, as if they
arrived at the promised land. As if Jungkook had never left him, like a lost
child returning into his arms. And that Seokjin would hold him so tightly so he
would never leave him again. He was his child, his baby, everything stolen from
Seokjin by the hands of his uncertain future. They would stay in this space
together, never to enter the terrible chains of adulthood. Innocence and
ignorance trapped Seokjin in his fantasy called Neverland. Greed lingered in
Seokjin’s veins, disguised by false sympathy, and claimed his childhood.
Seokjin took a step towards the child in front of him, then sprinted to him,
wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck. He placed his chin on top of
Jungkook’s bed of fluffy hair. Seokjin smiles widely, “I’m so happy.” The young
boy froze in his seat as Seokjin hugged him from behind. Jungkook felt his
brother’s soft skin pressing against his own. He melted in Seokjin’s warmth
that embraced him so lovingly. Seokjin lowered his head down next to Jungkook’s
cheeks. And Jungkook’s heart stopped when Seokjin’s mouth opened, “I love you,
Jungkook.” Seokjin whispered ever so softly. His words resonated in Jungkook’s
ear, awaking his senses. Seokjin’s lips were so close to his face that Jungkook
feel his brother’s delicate breath kissing his skin. It seemed time had stopped
for those two. The ticking of the clock slowed down with Jungkook’s heart beat.
Objects in front of him appeared fuzzy as his pupils shrunk down. His large
eyes watched droplets of water from Seokjin’s damp strands slowly fall down,
staining his notebook. Jungkook lost his breath for a second until he heard
Seokjin giggle, dangerously provoking him.
Flustered, Jungkook grabbed one of his brother’s arm and tried to shake
Seokjin’s body off of him. “Ah, hyung, you’re going get my homework wet.”
Jungkook laughed, struggling to mask his shaky voice. But Seokjin tightened his
grip instead and continued to tease his little brother. He giggled gleefully as
Jungkook surrendered to him and smiled.
Seokjin set his head on Jungkook’s shoulder and peered down at his brother’s
notebook, “What are you studying for?”
“Oh, this?” Jungkook said, “English. I have a test tomorrow.” The boy picked up
his pencil and began to scribble some foreign characters.
Seokjin’s eyes widened, “Eh?!” He lifted his head up off Jungkook and moved
closer to the notebook. “Wait, don’t you start English in your first year of
high school?”, he asked frantically.
“They make third years take it this year now.” Jungkook explained, “I guess
they’re trying to prepare us for high school.” Seokjin watched his brother
finish writing down a sentence that had a few words he recognized. And he
lowered his gaze down, then pulled his body up straight. Seokjin took a few
steps back from Jungkook. He stared at Jungkook’s back. His eyes follow the
creases of Jungkook’s growing muscles. Seokjin noticed how straighter and more
defined his shoulders had become. Jungkook’s hair had grown down to his neck,
and his voice had gotten deeper every time he spoke.
Frightened by the sight, Seokjin took another step back. The lights seemed to
have dimmed around them. The ticking of the clock sped up and filled the room,
torturing the poor teenager. His eyes stayed fixed on Jungkook, who appeared
larger than before. Seokjin blinked his eyes again, and saw a man sitting in
the same spot Jungkook had been. The man had black hair and the same exact
clothes Jungkook had worn. Seokjin widened his eyes and slowly lifted his right
hand towards the man, unable to reach him. He began to step towards the
stranger, but then, he feels something constricting him. Seokjin turned his
head to find a large clock behind him, with the minute hand and hour hand
wrapped around his neck. And as he opened his mouth to scream, the hands
tightened their grip. They squeezed his fragile neck more and more until his
throat started to close. Seokjin grabbed onto the black hands and tried to
remove them off him. But he felt them strangle him even tighter, forcing him to
give up. Seokjin decided to reach his hand towards Jungkook, or some
manifestation of his brother. However, the blood stopped at his neck, and his
hands fell down to his sides. Seokjin slowly closed his eyes, allowing the time
to pass him off.
“Hyung,” Seokjin opened his eyes to the high-pitched voice, “you should really
start going to sleep.” Jungkook appeared turned his head around, facing Seokjin
with the childlike face of his. “It’s getting late.” Jungkook turned towards
the clock up above them on the wall. Seokjin stared at the black hands of the
haunting clock. 1:12 AM.
He slowly took a deep breath in, checking if his throat was opened. “Y-yeah.”
Seokjin replied to his brother. He began to walk over to his bed again, with
his palm rubbing the back of his red neck.
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Hoseok bursted into laughter and threw his arms over Yoongi, who had a big
smile on his face. Seokjin chuckled and packed his notebook into his schoolbag.
The bell had just rung, indicating the end of school. Hoseok standing next to
Yoongi’s and Seokjin’s desk and wait for them to get ready.
Seokjin reached out for his textbook until someone called out to him, “Seokjin-
ah!” He turned his head towards the door and sees his classmate, Kim Namjoon.
“A first year’s asking for you outside.” The surrounding students hushed
themselves and looked at Seokjin. And then after a brief moment, went back to
their world. Namjoon pointed out to the door, and Seokjin nodded his head in
response. He then waved back to Seokjin and disappeared outside.
“Yah, it must be nice being handsome.” Hoseok stated.
Seokjin quickly put the rest of his materials into his bag and stood up, “It’s
actually pretty tiring.”
“It shouldn’t take long, right?”, Yoongi asked. Seokjin turned to him and shook
his head. “Then we’ll wait for you here.” he added as Seokjin exited the
classroom.
A short girl appeared in front of Seokjin, waiting patiently near the door. Her
skirt reached her knees and her black hair was neatly tied in a low ponytail.
She was holding a pink envelope with both her hands gripping it carefully. Her
eyes stare at Seokjin's face until he made contact with them. Startled, she
lowered her gaze down to the ground.
“I heard that you wanted to talk to me.” He spoke in his soothing voice. The
girl fidgeted in place and clutched the piece of paper tightly.
“C-can you give this to your brother?” she sputtered and held the envelope out
towards him.
His eyes grew large as he glared at the pink paper. Surprised by the
peculiar request, he slowly grabbed the envelope from her fingers, “Sure.” He
said. The girl looked up at Seokjin and flashed an honest smile at him. She
thanked him as she covered her flushed face with her hands. He watched the girl
bow to him and vanish into the hallway. And Seokjin stood in place, in complete
awe of the situation.
He turned to the classroom and walked towards Yoongi and Hoseok, who were
laughing together. He stopped in front of them; the envelope down in his side.
Yoongi noticed him and paused Hoseok. “Well, what happened?”, he asked.
Seokjin stared into the air and slowly lifted the pink envelope up, “It’s for
my brother.”
“Eh? Jungkook?” Hoseok exclaimed. Yoongi looked up at Seokjin, who had on a
puzzled expression on his face. “Yah, what’s up with you and your family?”, he
complained.
Yoongi shifted his glare on Hoseok, “They’re not blood-related, dumbass.” He
stood up from his desk and swiftly dodged a throw from Hoseok. Yoongi walked
past the confounded statue towards the exit. Hoseok approached Seokjin wrapped
his left arm around his broad shoulders. The two quickly caught up to Yoongi,
who was waiting for them at the door.
After they passed through the school gate, they changed their usual route and
headed to the convenience store for some ice cream, as Hoseok suggested. The
group walked out of the store with Seokjin opening a king-sized drumstick in
his hands. Hoseok offered Jin to try his popsicle, and they all began to switch
treats. Yoongi especially hesitated as he watched Seokjin’s tongue lick a
stripe of his strawberry pop. Seokjin finished the ice cream and ate the waffle
cone quickly. The trio walked as they laughed at Hoseok, who had to lick the
syrup that was dripping down his fingers.
Seokjin caught his breath from the laughter, noticing their old middle school
across the road. Seokjin stared at the old building and reminisced in his early
years. His warm eyes scanned through the small children, then stops at a
particularly tall one. It was his brother, in a tight uniform and his clean
green tie. Seokjin slowed down a bit to watch Jungkook walk out with Jimin and
Taehyung. A pair of female students, who had been waiting at the gate, appeared
in front of him. Jungkook stopped with his friends to listen to one of the
girls speak. And Seokjin’s eyes widened as he saw Jungkook softly grin. A
sensation pulsed in his palms, spreading to his fingers. He stared at his
younger brother who laughed along with them. He realized how tall Jungkook had
grown, hovering over his peers. Jungkook looked mature and seemed mature enough
to be in high school already. Seokjin studied Jungkook’s smiling face and
dazzling eyes. He felt a sharp pain each time his brother laughed in response
to the girls. And he grew more confused, over this feeling uncertain feeling,
the longer he observed his brother’s bubbly smile.
“Seokjin,” a voice called out to him, “Seokjin-ah.” He turned his head towards
Hoseok. “You alright? Did something happen?”, Hoseok asked.
Seokjin’s eyes smiled at his kind friend, “It’s nothing.” He reassured him.
Yoongi watched Seokjin’s gaze return back onto the students. Yoongi turned his
head towards the school and spotted Jungkook in the center. Then he brought his
eyes back on Seokjin, whose ears turned a bright burning red.
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Seokjin stared at the pink envelope on his desk. It had been a week since he
received it, and he still hasn't been able to give it to his brother. He
lowered his eyes and cautiously reached out for it. Seokjin continued to eye
the piece of paper down in his hand. And then, his other hand began to levitate
towards it. He painfully watched his fingers peel back the lining and carefully
listened to the tearing of the paper. Seokjin opened his eyes to a yellow
letter sitting snugly inside the torn envelope. His fingers shook as they
reached out for the piece of paper, pulling it out. He put the envelope down on
top of the empty desk and glared at the folded letter in his hands. His fingers
touched the cold piece of paper, reluctant to open it. The letter unfolded, and
Seokjin's wandering eyes covered the whole paper. Sentences filled the entire
page, and Seokjin stared at the paragraphs as if they were in another language.
His eyes slowly scanned the lines of hangul and began to pick up some phrases.
"I've been looking at you for the past two years." Seokjin jumped down to the
second paragraph. "I think you are very handsome." His fingers gripped the
fragile paper tightly. "I like you."
His hands brought the piece of paper down and away from his face. He dropped it
on the desk, next to the crumpled envelope. Seokjin stood in place, as if he
was a deadman. His mind was left blank, confused over this new idea. This new
way of thinking, thinking that there was someone else, other than himself, who
was sought after. And that he wasn't the only god walking among these people.
He felt robbed, humanized into a tiny particle. Like he was left alone in a
corner, while everyone else was praying to their new prophecy.
But he felt there was something more to it. Unanswered questions left in the
letter for him to find. He picked the piece of paper up again and read the
first words. "Dear Jungkook-shi" in neatly written letters. His brother’s name
called out to him in his lonely mind. Where Jungkook stayed with him, all
throughout the warm summers and humid nights. Seokjin held his tiny hands and
smiled at his plump face. And Jungkook’s large eyes stayed curious and his
laugh overflowed with innocence. It was a time where winter never came and
never dragged him away into the still cold. Seokjin never would imagine someone
snatching his little brother from him. That Jungkook would have to leave him
someday for some other woman. The thought of jealousy arose in his head, and
just for a moment, Seokjin questioned himself. Was he jealous of Jungkook or
jealous because it was Jungkook? Seokjin didn’t know, and quite frankly,
Seokjin didn’t want to know. He just knew that he wanted to live forever, in
this space where time never ticked, and the sun would shine all night long.
Seokjin turned his head to the sound of footsteps outside and watched the door
fling open. He flinched as Jungkook charged in their bedroom, all out of
breath. And Seokjin stared with his large eyes at his brother who’s dripping
with sweat. He watched Jungkook’s growing chest pulsate with the rhythm of his
deep breaths. Jungkook’s white t-shirt dripped with sweat and clung onto his
build. Seokjin stared at his brother’s dark honey skin that glittered with
beads of dew. He noticed how much Jungkook has grown by the way his biceps
flexed when he opened the door. Seokjin’s eyes peered down at his brother’s
legs and saw tiny dark hairs growing from his calf muscles. And then looked up
at Jungkook’s glowing face, wet from his hot forehead. Seokjin silently watched
as the young boy lifted his arm up and pushed his black strands back and away
from his face. He dared not look away from Jungkook, fearing he would lose
sight of his brother’s innocence. But he couldn’t grasp the fact that it was
stolen from him, many years before.
“Hyung.” Jungkook called out to his dazed brother.
Seokjin looked up and made contact with Jungkook’s eye, only to immediately
turn away. “A-ah, Jungkook,” his wild eyes blinked madly, “W-why, why are you
here?”
He heard footsteps coming towards him and freezes, “Taehyung fell down from his
bicycle, so I had to bike all the way here from his house to get band-aids.”
Jungkook explained as he walked towards their cabinet.
“Ah, I see.” Jin tried to keep his breath calm.
Seokjin heard the cabinet close, “Hyung, what’s that?” Jungkook stopped behind
his brother, “A confession letter?”
Jin peered down and realized he was holding the letter in his hands. He quickly
folded it together and slid it into the open envelope. “Y-yeah.”
Jungkook stared at his brother’s board back with depressed eyes, “Ah, so are
you going to ask her out?”
“No, I’m going to reject her.” Seokjin clarified.
“Oh, okay, then, I’m gonna go back to Taehyung.” Jungkook declared.
Seokjin’s eyes lowered down to the envelope on the desk. He buried his brows in
as he listened to Jungkook walking away. He continued to stare at the letter
near his burning hands. And he pondered at the concept of jealousy again. What
it was and why he felt such a thing. His face turned bitter and his heart rate
doubled. The sound of Jungkook’s footsteps vibrated in his bleeding ears.
Jealousy taunted him. But why, it would never happen to him.
“Do you like anyone?” Seokjin muttered. Jungkook’s hand froze on the doorknob.
His head turned towards Seokjin who sat still in his seat. It was if time had
stopped for the first time and waited for the two of them. Jungkook dropped his
hand down and stared at his silent god. The boy looked down at the ground,
searching for something, anything. He blushed hard and felt the heat travel to
his head. And then he lifted his head up to Seokjin, still gazing at the
envelope.
“Yeah,” Jungkook’s voice was clear and crisp. “I do.”
Seokjin stayed still in his seat. His hands became colder and he felt a sharp
cut on his lip. He opened his red mouth slowly, “Tell me about them.” He paused
for a second, before the knife came sliding off his tongue, “What about that
person do you like?” Seokjin stopped, regretting every word he said. He braced
himself, unconsciously, for his brother’s response.
Silence fell upon them as Jungkook stared at Seokjin with confusion and
astonishment. This was the first time they ever discussed these types of
relationships to each other. He kept quiet and his eyes on Seokjin until his
brother turned his head towards Jungkook. Their eyes met at a straight line,
precise and perfect. Seokjin maintained his firm expression on his brother.
Jungkook’s eyes widened and blinked violently from embarrassment.
“T-that person,” Jungkook paused and toned down his nervous voice, “is very
important to me.” Jungkook watched Seokjin turn his head away. “They’re kind,
thoughtful, and could make anyone laugh. And when I see them smile, I feel
happy.” Jungkook blushed and looked down at the ground again, “I think they’re
the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He lifted his head up to his
brother, who continued to stare at the envelope. Jungkook waited for a reply,
but knew it wasn’t going to come. “H-hyung, I’m gonna go now.” Seokjin didn't
flinch.
Jungkook turned around and walked to the door again. Seokjin turned his head
towards Jungkook, watching him leave. And he felt as if he had saw this scene
play out before, somewhere in time. The figure of a board man, a man he
recognized. His eyes widened in fear as he watched the man’s back disappear off
into the distance.
Seokjin dipped his eyes down and stood up, grabbing the envelope in his hand.
His head pounded with this terrible pain, and his vision began to blur. He took
one step, and quickly grabbed his forehead. He stumbled towards his bed, and
slowly laid down. Seokjin reached his hand out to the trash bin next to his bed
frame. And he closed his eyes as the letter dropped from his weak fingers, on
top of the pile of college brochures.
Chapter End Notes
     hello there again ^^ i know you guys are anticipating what happens
     next with jungkook and jin but i feel like it was important to see
     seokjin's perspective and his past. also, something i wanted to clear
     up: when yoongi said he wanted to play league with seokjin, he means
     "League of Legends" the video game. anyways i will be updating less
     frequently because of summer projects and assignments but thank you
     for the comments and support. it really encourages me to continue
     this story <3
***** Cleansing the Hands of God *****
Chapter Summary
     I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS PRESENTED IN THIS CHAPTER. THEY ARE FOR
     ONLY PLOT DEVELOPMENT AND IN NO WAY AM I SUGGESTING YOU ATTEMPT THIS.

Chapter Notes
     The italicized phrases are Jungkook's thoughts.
     This is in 3rd person following Jungkook's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2017
     Jungkook: 18
     Seokjin: 20
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Did you get the question about the cross section of a pyramid?" Taehyung asks.
"Yeah, the answer was 36." Jimin replies.
Taehyung lifts his hand up and ruffles his hair, "Are you serious?! I got 29!"
Jungkook gazes at the ground as he follows his friends behind. And he sees
Seokjin's face in his eyes, smiling brighter than ever before. Jungkook peers
down at his luscious lips and leans in closer. Their lips meet, almost like a
dream, and Jungkook closes his eyes. Seokjin tasted sweet, he remembers, like a
cherry gumdrop. He slowly pulls away from his maker and opens his eyes. And
sees a tear fall down Seokjin's pale face.
He stares into his brother's bloodshot eyes that shut close in pain. Seokjin's
lips turns a dark burgundy from their forbidden kiss. Jungkook caresses his
brother's cheek and trails his fingers over his lips. Seokjin red eyes quiver
open with tears flowing down. Jungkook places his other hand on his brother's
face and leans his head closer to him. Seokjin attempts to push himself away
from Jungkook, turning his crying face to the other direction. However,
Jungkook grips his brother's face firmly and turns Seokjin's head back with
both hands. He peers into his brother's weeping eyes and they stand still in
silence. Hysteria and fear fill Seokjin's growing eyes as he frantically
trembles at the sight of his brother. Rushing into him, Seokjin shuts his eyes
and begins to shake his head uncontrollably in Jungkook's palms. More and more
tears flow down Seokjin's face. Jungkook tries to restrain Seokjin's his head
by grabbing his jaw. The tears pour into Jungkook's hands, struggling to
contain his mad lover. Frustrated, Jungkook digs his fingernails into Seokjin's
jaw and forces him still. Seokjin opens his mouth in pain and lets out a
terrible scream. Jungkook watches as his brother's eyeballs rotate back into
his skull with veins scattered in his whites. Blood floods his eyeballs,
flowing out onto his face and down into Jungkook's hands. Seokjin's jaw starts
to detach from his face and pieces of skin fall onto Jungkook's palms. He pulls
his hands away from his brother and sees Seokjin's body crumble down into an
abyss. Jungkook brings his hands to him and sees blood dripping from his red
palms.
"Jungkook," He turns to sound of his name, "What did you get for that problem?"
Jimin asks him.
"A-ah, I, I don't remember." Jungkook stutters.
Taehyung brings his hands down, "You know what? I'm done with this." He stopped
in behind the school gate. "Jungkook-ah, lets go to your house. I don't want to
study for tomorrow."
Jungkook widens his eyes and turns to Taehyung, "W-what?"
"Is Seokjin-hyung home? Maybe he could make something for us." Jimin adds.
Jungkook can feel their eyes on him. The sound of footsteps and various
chatters from the crowd around them grow louder. He feels a pulse in his head
that jolts his eyes shut. He quickly opens his eyes and sees two figures in
front of him. "No," he whispers, "H-he's with my dad, in Busan." Jungkook lies
to them.
"Really? When are they coming home?" Jimin asks.
Jungkook gets a hold of himself, "Thursday." Jimin and Taehyung look convinced
enough for Jungkook to feel safe. He stays quiet for the rest of the walk home.
Once they separate, Jungkook quickly walks home, anxious to find his lost
lover. 
After turning the last corner, the young man runs down the street to the large
white house standing in the middle of nowhere. He approaches the wooden door
that hides his secrets from the outside world. The door was a musty brown
color, flourishing with cracks and splinters, and black rust ate away at the
doorknob. Jungkook stops in front of the door, and the sun begins to set. It
was then you could see the true color of the house wasn't white at all, but a
rotten beige. The paint on the walls had already peeled off, and harsh lines
formed around each board frame. Unconcerned, Jungkook grabs and turns the
doorknob. A crack opens into the house as the door slowly turns. The creaking
sound grows louder from the aged wood, and darkness greets him at the door
front. He watches the house intensely, almost as if he was waiting for
something. A strong gust comes up behind him and instantly forces the door
open, slamming it against the old walls. And the black hole awaits before him.
A gentle breeze blows from behind and through his strands of hair, kissing him
softly. It flutters in his ear, like a voice had escaped to call out to him.
For that person had a warm and soothing voice. It disappears into the empty
house with the young man following behind, stepping into his death. 
Darkness fills the space around him. The light from outside leaves Jungkook at
the front door and returns back to heaven. He slowly lifts up his right foot
and takes one step forward, deeper into the black void. The sound of his
footsteps heighten as the struggling silence drowns itself in his tears and
sorrows. Jungkook takes another step and feels something firm under his shoe.
He brings his head down and sees a stack of mail. With it, a bright blue
postcard sits on top of the pile. He picks it up with his right hand and stands
up. A green toothbrush cartoon stick out against the royal blue with the bolded
"Come Into the Dentist For Your Seasonal Cleaning". Jungkook continues to read
and sees the name "Kim Misook" as the recipient. 
How long ago was the funeral? Two months? And Dad didn't call the dentist yet? 
Jungkook stares at his mother's name. It was a name he almost forgot how to
spell. He had already forgotten how it sounded like, where the accent was and
how your mouth moved when you said it. With his other hand, he runs his index
finger across the name in an attempt to save himself. He stands in remorse as
he holds the postcard in both hands.
And then he feels a sharp sting in his left hand. Dropping the red postcard,
Jungkook brings his left hand up and sees a line of blood in the middle of his
palm. More blood oozes out from the cut that seems to grow longer and deeper.
Watching the red blood bleed, the young man raises his right hand and wipes the
blood away, only to smear it across both palms. Tensed, he tries to relax his
hand, but the same sharp pain returns, along with more blood. His palm burns
hot with anxiety and blood overflows down onto his wrist. Heart pumping and
pupils ignited, Jungkook rushes into the restroom and turns on the sink with
his stained hands. The cold water pierces into his skin, forcing him to
withdraw his hand in pain. He peers down at his hands, red as if he had just
been bitten, bathing in his wet blood. A rather glorious sight, with blood
soaking into the lines of his palms. The candles lit with brilliant fire, and
the sins of the young man had awoken, playing in their bloodbath. Jungkook
reaches his left hand out and shuts the sink off, without a single drop of
blood dripping into the clear, white water underneath. 
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A number appears on the screen of his phone, vibrating on silent. "Hello?",
Yoongi answers with a monotone voice.
"Yoongi-hyung?", a familiar voice replies back. 
"Who's this?", he asks cautiously. 
"Jungkook. I need to ask you something." Yoongi, surprised by his call, agrees
to his request. "Have you seen Seokjin-hyung anywhere?" 
"What? Did you lose him or something?" Yoongi snickers at Jungkook, who
attempts to talk back but Yoongi interrupts him, "Look, your brother is an
adult, Jungkook. He doesn't have to tell you where he is twenty-four seven, you
know." 
Paranoid, Jungkook insists, "He hasn't been home for the past two days, and
he's not answering my calls." 
"Did something happen?" Yoongi asks immediately, almost as if he knew
something. "Did you guys fight?" 
Those words echo into Jungkook's ear as he clenches his phone in his hand.
Jungkook opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He nearly chokes from the
anxiety and uneasiness until the simple lie slips off his tongue, "No."
"Then he's probably out with some friends and forgot his phone somewhere. It
happens." Yoongi tells him. Jungkook looks down at the ground, with both guilt
and regret. He surrenders to Yoongi weakly, and Yoongi lets out a sigh. "I have
to go, but I'll try to contact him for you, okay? 
"Mmm, thanks hyung." The younger one mutters, "Bye." They both hang up.
Yoongi walks out from his bedroom to the kitchen. He places his phone on the
dinner table and takes a seat. "Who was that?" Yoongi lifts his head up towards
the soft voice.
"Oh, just a co-worker." He replies. "What are you making?" Yoongi asks
eagerly. 
"Ox bone soup." Seokjin turns around from the stove top, blowing on the sliver
spoon with his pink puckered lips. Yoongi watches him drink the steaming hot
broth, then licking his lips with his seductive young tongue. "Do you know
where the bowls are?" Seokjin asks him. 
Yoongi nods and stands up to open the cabinet. He grabs a small, white bowl and
hands it to Seokjin. Memories flash through his eyes like a million stars when
he touches Seokjin's fingers. It's a hot and tingling sensation, reminders of
his honest and infant love. Then his dreams disappear in an instant like the
explosion of the universe as a loud crash cuts into his ear. Yoongi looks down
at the broken pieces of china scattered on the floor. And the universe slows
down when white tears drip onto the marble floor. Yoongi lifts his head and
sees Seokjin clenching his hand tightly, with the most heartbroken look on his
crying face. 
He stares at Seokjin like he had years ago, never in the eyes, for he knew they
never looked back at him. His gaze is stagnant and fixated on the uncertain.
And his eyes are a shade of white, majestic yet doleful. Tired lines seep
deeper into his face, appearing more and more prominent. A faint tint of blue
shines through the thin skin under his eyes, which are damp with tears. It
looked like he had been weeping, for it was so sad, he couldn't bear with it.
Death was approaching, much like a horrible disease in his withering mind.
Could anyone save him? From his misery, for he had mercy? To the land of
creation, where glittering fish flew in the sky, and white sheep roamed the
calm oceans. But he was a malicious god, and therefore, he must be punished.
Since he was alone, no one could ever know how sad it was. The song of the wind
plays in his ear as he looks into the distance, tears falling so softly. His
fate had been decided and trapped in the hands of God.
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Hands in his pockets, Jungkook locks his eyes on the concrete as the loneliness
from this morning creeps back to him. It had been the third day he woke up
alone in his room. The third morning the white curtains had not been drawn to
let the early sun in. The same quiet void, before Seokjin had returned,
lingered in the fresh, crisp air of daybreak. And the young boy shivers from
the cold. 
"Jungkook-ah." He looks for his name, "Isn't your house down that way?"
Taehyung turns his head behind them. 
Jungkook turns towards the same direction and realizes that they had passed the
intersection he was to separate with the boys. "Oh, yeah, sorry." Jungkook
rotates his body around, "Thanks." Taehyung and Jimin watch their friend's back
grow smaller and smaller and then turn to each other, completely baffled.
Jungkook didn't look back. 
The wooden boards of the patio creak loudly as Jungkook walks up the stairway.
He inserts the key into the black slot Click! and turns it. The door doesn't
budge, and Jungkook looks down at the rusty doorknob, puzzled. He turns the key
the other way and rotates the knob once again. Another Click!and the dusty door
slowly swings open for the young man. 
Then, almost instantly, Jungkook notices a sweet scent in the air. The young
man carefully takes his school bag down, and continues to walk into the
household. The weak aroma grows stronger with every step he takes, deeper into
the heart. Turning his head as he walks, Jungkook searches for his unconscious.
The air around him gets warmer, and his palms begin to sweat. His pace quickens
and takes a turn up the stairs. 
And Jungkook's universe had just begun. For standing before him, is He, in all
his glory. It was like an explosion of whites, happening so fast, everything
seemed to move in slow motion. His pale, white face shines down on Jungkook,
nearly blinding him. They stand feet apart, the two men facing each other; one
peering down as another gazes up. His eyes somehow sparkle in the darkness and
a sudden flush of pink spreads across Jungkook's face. His white lips slowly
crack open as Jungkook holds his breath, watching his world come to a quiet
end.
"Why, why are you h-here?", Seokjin's voice cuts through the damp air. 
Jungkook continues to stare at him. "Finals", he answers and takes one step up
towards Him. "Third years get released early." Seokjin takes a step back away
from the young man. Jungkook notices and looks at his brother's trembling foot
and then up at him. He realizes that Seokjin has on his backpack from Japan and
the frightened look on his face. This made Jungkook furious with lust and
anguish.
And so, he lifts his foot, taking two more steps upward. "Where were you?", his
voice deepens and watches Seokjin react well as he takes two steps up. "I was
worried." Jungkook exhales, hot under his breath, and glares at his brother.
Seokjin's right hand shakes as he reaches to grab the backpack strap. His eyes
begin to water from holding his breath in, afraid of what would come. The
whites in Jungkook's eyes disappear as desire and rage fill his conscious.
"Since you didn't answer any of my calls." He takes his final step up and the
ground under them begins to vibrate. Seokjin removes his backpack and throws it
down towards Jungkook, then takes off up the stairs. Catching the backpack
swiftly, Jungkook flings it behind him and chases after his prey. 
The hallway seemed to stretch a mile long to Seokjin as he races down in search
for any bit of light. His heart rate soars and tears fill his eyes, blurring
everything in his sight. He feels the heavy footsteps behind him growing larger
and louder. Darkness incarcerates him the deeper he goes until he sees a a
flicker of light. A single doorknob in that black space, gilded in lace gold.
He reaches out and grabs onto it for his life. And it swings open, into his
future, golden and beautiful. Holding onto his destiny, he slams the door in
with his back against it. A terrible shriek echos throughout the household.
Seokjin turns his head to the left and finds a hand, caught in between the
door, with blood running down the fingertips. A weak force pushes against the
door, and the bloody fingers begin to crawl, reaching for anything they find.
His eyes flare up, and Seokjin lets out a dreadful scream out of fear as he
runs to the center of the room. 
The bedroom door thrusts open and a dark figure appears against the harsh light
from outside. Red eyes beam from the hungry beast with its claws sharpened with
blood. "No!", Seokjin cries out, "Don't!" and runs to the end of the room.
Immediately, Jungkook slams into Seokjin, lips smashed violently against each
other. Seokjin screams, muffled by the kiss, closes his eyes shut. He begins to
hit Jungkook's arm that is wrapped tightly around his neck while the other is
pressed against the bloody wall. "S-stop!", Seokjin fights his way out, but
Jungkook swings and smashes Seokjin's back against the other wall. He yelps in
pain, only to be cut by another brutal kiss. And then Seokjin hears cloth
shuffling around him. He opens his eyes to see Jungkook loosening his tie with
his bleeding hand, then screams into his mouth. He watches his brother's eyes
open and quivers into their ruthless gaze.
Then, instantly, Seokjin is thrown down onto Jungkook's bed, face down. He
tries to turn around, but Jungkook rams his knee down into Seokjin's back.
Seokjin screams once more as he plunges into the stiff bedding. Jungkook
collects his brother's hands together, wrapping the blood-stained tie around
his wrists. "Stop! Don't! I don't w-", Jungkook pushes Seokjin's head into the
pillow with one hand as the other ties his brother's bloody hands to the wooden
bed frame. The young removes his hand off Seokjin's head, allowing him to
breathe, only to rip his jeans off him. "No! Don't do that!" Seokjin
shouts when his brother's hand slides under his boxers. "Stop! No, Jungkook!"
He feels kisses on his back as Jungkook pulls his shirt up to his arms. "Don't,
please." Seokjin begins to beg, "Stop, pl-", his voice cuts off when Jungkook
grabs his member. Seokjin buries his head into the pillow, "Pl-please, stop,
no!" And Jungkook begins to jerk his hard-on up and down. Seokjin tugs the tie
taut, melting under the heat of the kisses on his bare skin. The heat travels
up to his neck as another sensation builds nears Seokjin's groin. The grip on
his member tightens and path begins to quicken, causing Seokjin to slightly
arch his ass nicely. Restless, he flings his head back into the air as Jungkook
gnibbles on his flushed ears. And then Seokjin feels a strange feeling around
his hole. "No, don't put th-" Jerking him faster and harder, Jungkook inserts
his red index finger in.
"Ah!", Seokjin cries in both pain and pleasure and then drops his head into the
pillow. The wild sensation in his cock grows while the pain in his ass lessens
with another finger. "S-stop, ah", he moans along to the rhythm of Jungkook's
hand. "Hhnng, n-no" whimpering, Seokjin feels a sudden craving, a bursting. He
curls his back into a lovely and deep contour, breathing heavily into the
pillow. All until Jungkook releases his brother's hard member from the
sickening pleasure. Seokjin whimpers once more and twitches as Jungkook adds a
third finger into his ass. Then, all the fear and panic returns the second he
hears a belt unbuckling. 
"No, no, Stop! No!", tears falling down his face. He feels the fingers slide
out of his hole, bracing for the worst to come. Jungkook grabs his brother's
hips as he guides his member in. Seokjin weeps in pain, although it wasn't as
painful as last time. The young man reaches for Seokjin's dick and slowly
strokes it once more. He feels his brother's hole tighten in response and
begins to move. Seokjin shrieks, just before Jungkook silences him with a kiss.
He pumps him faster, returning to the same speed while thrusting deeper. The
sweet cries from his brother vibrates in his mouth, who breaks away from
Jungkook to breath. "Ah!" Moaning more and more, Seokjin reacts nicely to
Jungkook's pumping, "S-stop, ah—ah!" The pain from his ass has died down a bit,
allowing Seokjin to enjoy his member. Jungkook watches his brother's erotic
face, full of lust and sin. Beads of sweat drip down his brother's blushing
cheeks like morning dew falling in the hot morning air. His moans intensify in
Jungkook's mind, carefully listening to every breath Seokjin exhales out. 
Jungkook jerks his brother's cock even faster and forces Seokjin to whimper in
arousal, "Mmnn, ah!" The slapping rhythm from Seokjin's ass and wet crisp
sounds from his brother's dick are music to Jungkook's ears. Seokjin's vision
turns completely fuzzy, and his head goes blank. He gently nudges his head
against Jungkook's hand which caress his face. And the same sensation builds in
his crotch. The violent thrusts savages his hole numb and the racing pumps
ignites Seokjin's desires ablaze. Biting down on his lip and closing his eyes
shut, Seokjin braces for rebirth. "No, J-Jung—ah!" The young man watches his
brother's stiff mouth close and relax. He pulls out from Seokjin and watches
him slowly shut his eyes. Dazed, Jungkook releases the flaccid member and looks
down at his palms. For his universe had exploded in his hand, all white against
the dark red blood. 
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Seokjin opens his eyes, waking up to a throbbing pain in his head. It takes a
while for his blurry vision to respond and focus on his surroundings. He turns
his head to the left. His bed. He notices the brown sheets encasing him and
then turns his head right. His younger brother. Seokjin's eyes widen as he
stares at Jungkook's sleeping face only inches away from him. And the sunlight
from the windows slowly enters the room, illuminating everything in its path.
Bewildered, Seokjin continues to gaze at his brother's youthful face, reminding
him of the past. The time in the summer when they fell asleep at beach. When
their mother woke him up first to eat watermelon. Then asked him to wake
Jungkook up so she could get their father. And the light from the Jeju sun hit
his brother's plump face so perfectly, Seokjin just laid there with him, gently
stroking his soft hair.
His eyes soften as he stares at his peaceful brother. And ever so lightly,
Seokjin begins to stroke Jungkook's hair with his blood-stained hands.
Chapter End Notes
     hello T T thank u for all ur support so far. ur patience and comments
     really encourage me to jump back in, even during my busy school
     schedule, and remind me how much i love writing these stories. i was
     really tempted to write complete bs just to advance the plot bc many
     of u guys wanted an update really soon but i felt that yall deserved
     the best since everyone waited for so long.
     also note: i know rape is terrible, and i dont need to be reminded.
     if you guys dont like the rape part, then i suggest you dont read it.
     its in my warnings and chapter summary before the chapter starts.
***** The Sweet Fruits of Our Labor *****
Chapter Notes
     The italicizedphrases areJungkook's and Jin's thoughts.
     This is in 3rd person limited following Jungkook's and Jin's
     perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2017
     Jungkook: 18
     Seokjin: 20
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"And a large Sprite." Jin adds. Their dad gives the cashier his card for her to
scan.
The woman returns the card back to their father, who puts it back into his
wallet. "Isn't it nice to go out like this once in awhile? You know, as a
family?", Their father proclaims and pats Jungkook's back. "Happy Late
Birthday, Son. Sorry we couldn't celebrate it sooner." 
An employee places a large box of popcorn and Sprite on the counter in front of
them. "It's okay." Jungkook grabs the popcorn and puts one into his mouth, "I
had a great birthday because of Hyung." And beams a sinful glare towards
Seokjin, who stiffens in front of them. 
"Oh really? What happened?" His father shoots a look straight at Seokjin like a
dart. His warm, old eyes pierce into his chest, making it harder for Jin to
breathe. Frozen, his body begs for mercy against its own king. Jungkook
continues to stare down at his helpless prisoner, melting under his gaze. And
before the gates of freedom close, Seokjin catches his breath, slightly opening
his mouth to speak.
"A speaker," Seokjin's red eyes shift towards the thief, "Hyung gave me a
speaker for my birthday." Jungkook smiles at his father, " JBL speakers", then
returns his gaze back to Seokjin. 
Silenced, he watches the grey world before him move in slow motion as the
warmth of the sun disappears with the touch of his father's hand patting his
back. The loving words of his father shrink into the background noise of the
cinema. He just keeps his eyes set on Jungkook, who steals one last glance at
him before turning around to follow their father towards the theater. He
watches the two men walk further and further from him and feels a sting in his
eyes, which begin to water. It was like looking at two completely different
paths going in the same direction. One made from bricks of gold and the other
of fire. But he soon realized nothing mattered in the end, for the weeds
consumed both of them. 
"Seokjin-ah", his father calls out to Jin, causing him to flinch. The two men
stop in place, just a few meters in front of Seokjin, "Don't just stand there,
let's go." His reddened eyes blink frantically to dry the tears out. He grabs
the Sprite from the counter and starts to walk towards the men. 
"The movie's about to start, Hyung." Jungkook gives him a soft smile, mimicking
the warmth of their late mother. And Seokjin follows the crimson lust in his
brother's dead eyes.
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They enter theater nineteen, under the flashing sign "Train to Busan 10:30".
The darkness of the theater overwhelms Seokjin while the sight of the empty
seats eases Jungkook. Seokjin's heart beats more and more violently as he
watches his father climb up the steps of the black room. 
"The back of the house?", Their father following behind Jungkook. 
"Yeah," they take a turn towards the row of seats lined up against the black
wall, "Best seats in the whole theater." 
"Well I guess it's okay, since it is your birthday." His father sighs, then
takes a seat in the middle of the row. Jungkook turns around, seeing Seokjin
pulling the seat down next to their father, and rushing over to steal it.
Taken by surprise, Seokjin glares down at his brother with frustration. He
takes a step away from Jungkook and towards the seat on the other side of their
father before a force quickly pulls on his wrist. Seokjin looks down at his
brother, whose eyes ignite with a black flame. He opens his mouth, but nothing
comes out. With frozen eyes, he stands still in the dreaded fear of being loved
by the world. His brother's lustful gaze creeps under his skin, like blood
oozing out of his rotting cuts. Seokjin watches Jungkook's tainted lips open,
"Hyung, it's my birthday," the words echo straight into Seokjin's ears, tearing
his eyes out of his face, "right?" He fixes his wild eyes on Jungkook, whose
sweet voice drips like golden droplets of honey. His firm and secure grip on
Seokjin's burning wrist lures him down onto his throne.
The darkness surrounding Seokjin diminishes as a few more people fill the seats
in front of them. However, the anxiety inside him returns when all the lights
go out, marking the beginning of the movie. Seokjin peers down at his lap, his
fingers tapping furiously on his left thigh. He slowly brings his left hand up,
shaking from desire and fear, to grab the soft drink. He barely moves it from
the left cup holder and into his mouth without water dripping onto his lap. And
then something hot grabs his hand, pulling the Sprite away from his mouth. He
turns his head to his right, immediately meeting the whites in Jungkook's eyes,
which are centimeters away from his. He watches Jungkook's burnt lips wrap
around the cold straw, sucking the white liquid up. Drawing Seokjin up towards
his eyes again, now striking a beautiful hue of blue. They stay still for a
lifetime, discovering the little things to lust after for. And for a second,
the screen lights up Seokjin's blushing face against Jungkook's cold, blue
eyes. Not until they return to the darkness, does Jungkook release the straw
and his scorching grip on his brother's left hand. 
Licking his lips with the devil's tongue, Jungkook pulls his face away,
revealing the intense flush from the tips of Seokjin's ears down to the hot
nape of his neck. His hot breath is steady with the air sticky from the wet
aroma above them. Seokjin slowly turns his head to the bright screen and calmly
brings the soft drink towards his mouth. And takes a sip of the white nectar
before placing it in the cup holder between them. 
Sweet. Seokjin thought.
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About an hour into the movie, Seokjin had recounted the number of people in the
theater in his head about twenty times already. Eight. A couple in the first
row. Trio of friends behind them. Another couple behind them. And one woman
four rows in front of us. His fingers begin to tap again, forcing him to find
another way to calm down. Jungkook hasn't made any move towards him since the
beginning of the movie. He couldn't differentiate the feeling inside him as
either relief or disappointment. But it certainly wasn't anything less than
anxiety. 
But what scares him the most is the moment his eyes gravitate towards his right
side, towards Jungkook. The bright flashing lights illuminate the young man's
face in the an array of colors. The warmest colors swimming in the black
reflection of his gilded eyes, shimmering with a hint of true love. And
Seokjin's eyes glitter in the smitten hues of red, sprinkled over the tops of
his cheeks and painted in the creases of his lips. Then, the whole world falls
in darkness as the movie transitions from scene to scene. But you could still
see the red glow of the morning sun in Seokjin's eyes.
Then, the sudden ringing of a phone forces Seokjin to jump in his seat and
turn to his right. He notices his father standing up and bowing to the people
in the theater. "It's an important client." He explains to Jungkook, "Sorry,
I'll be back in ten." Jungkook watches his father disappear as he runs off
quickly out the exit. Then shifts his eyes on Seokjin, devising a plan to exert
control over him.
It was never enough, never enough control. Each time Jungkook had touched his
brother, he had craved more. It felt glorious, to own him. Had he not become
everyone's god, Jungkook would still have desire for him. Had he not been
perfection, Jungkook would still love him. Because Jungkook wanted everything
for himself. He saw himself up on that screen, bloody and rotten. And he saw
Seokjin, white and pure, waiting to be corrupted.
Seokjin feels a warm sensation fall on the top of his knee. Shifting his eyes
down, Jungkook had placed his left hand on his brother's right knee. His eyes
widen and fixate on the hand melting him in the heat of their touch. The heat
grows, as Seokjin sits completely still, nearly burning his skin off.
"Ah, sorry Hyung." Jungkook lifts his hand off and grabs the Sprite between
them. But the sensation leaves Seokjin in waves, radiating to his damp palms.
He listens to the crisp sound of the ice clinking in the soft drink as Jungkook
transfers the soft drink into his right hand. Seokjin notices him set it into
the cup holder on his right, leaving the one between them empty. 
And after the sound of the train, Jungkook has the same hand placed on his
brother's knee again. His eyes stay set on the screen while Seokjin's eyes are
glued on the Jungkook's touch. The heat quickly builds again, however this
time, both of them knew exactly who held the torch. The light from the screen
begins to flicker between white and black as Jungkook's hand slowly crawls up
his brother's thigh. Seokjin's eyes carefully follow the precise movements of
Jungkook's left hand. The same sensation returns, growing more intense with
every inch his hand covers. Faster and faster, his hand travels with the exact
speed of the flashing lights, as if it was a stop-motion film progressively
becoming smoother and cleaner before their eyes. Seokjin's breathing quickens
and his flush reddens when Jungkook reaches past his mid-thigh. He forces his
brother to spread his legs wider for him to continue faster. Jungkook watches
Seokjin's eyes flutter in sinful excitement and listens to his deep, soft
breaths under the loud soundtrack in the movie. The heat between his thighs
becomes unbearable as the fabric of his jeans tightens around his brother's
palm. Seokjin feels a pulse of electricity from Jungkook's hand moving closer
and closer. Louder and louder, the music becomes and the light, faster and
faster. There's a ringing in his ear the moment Jungkook's finger touches the
tip of his metal zipper. The lights break with his blood spilling out of his
brain over the sound of the train.
Seokjin opens his mouth, "W-wai-tmmhm!", only for Jungkook to mute him with a
kiss. The warmth of his lips melt Seokjin into a hot mess. His eyes softly shut
as Jungkook wraps his right hand around his brother's cheek. Watching the
innocence escape from his glistening eyelashes, Jungkook lifts the cup holder
between them and begins to unzip Seokjin. He caresses the covered bulge in his
hands and feels the lust emulate from his brother's tongue. Desperate, Seokjin
begins to whimper into Jungkook's mouth each time his brother gropes his
growing member. His eyes fill with desire for his perpetrator, "N-no, stop." 
Seokjin watches Jungkook pull his cock out of his briefs, dazed and high. He
wraps his arms around his brother's neck after Jungkook brings his index finger
up in front of his mouth, hushing him. Seokjin nods and places his lips on
Jungkook as he begins to pump the member slowly. Seokjin's head becomes hot
with their tongues swirling in their kiss. He feels Jungkook's pace quickening
and nearly chokes on the muddy air. He pushes Jungkook's chest away, breaking
the kiss to catch his breath. Jungkook pumps faster and faster, forcing a quiet
moan out from under Seokjin's breath. Pleased, Jungkook watches his brother's
face melt in pleasure and his voice filled with passion. And then, Seokjin
feels a hand covering his mouth, soon placing his own hand on top his
brother's. The building pace continues vigorously as Jungkook's hand pulls
harder and tighter on the hard shaft. Precum coats Jungkook's fingers and down
to his wrist, which soaks the cock nicely. Beads of sweat sparkle on Seokjin's
forehead, covering him in an ethereal veil of lust. His hot breaths surround
him in a halo, glowing from pleasure. The pressure builds near his groin with
his naughty cries. The sounds of pumps and moans grow louder and more erotic.
Cautiously, Jungkook turns his head towards the screen and has his free hand
levitating towards the soft drink.  
The tip of his cock begins to twitch in desperation, begging to be released.
But Seokjin opens his eyes to the popcorn box on his lap, and the woman in
front of them, turning around in her seat. Regret immediately fills his stomach
as he sees the woman's face in behind the bright background. And then he hears
a loud crash from his right, and watches Jungkook fall down on the ground. He
sees the soft drink cup on the floor and a puddle of Sprite forming beneath
their seats. Looking back up again, he find the woman turning back towards the
movie, completely unfazed. In an instant, the feeling of relief overflows in
his veins. 
But then the popcorn box disappears from his lap as he feels a something wrap
his member in a blanket of desire. He peers down to see the tip of his cock
enter Jungkook's mouth and before he could stop his brother, he had already
covered his sinful mouth with both his hands. The warmth of Jungkook's mouth
fills him with a new sensation of pleasure. A forbidden world Seokjin never
knew of, but already lived in. His eyes shut tightly as Jungkook begins to bob
his head on his cock. Slowly hollowing out his cheeks, and sucking on him
gently, yet firmly, for fear of being caught. Soft moans slip out of Seokjin's
mouth, dripping with saliva. Jungkook's tongue grazes the shaft up towards the
tip, swirling a dozen of rounds on it, driving his brother crazy. His eyes
widen as Jungkook pumps the cock with one hand and sucks lightly on the tip. 
And then Jungkook begins to bob his head in rhythm with his hand, speeding up
after every pump. On the verge of crying, Seokjin bites on his lower lip in
order to keep his voice in. Seokjin throws his arms over Jungkook's head in a
tight embrace as he sucks on the tip until Seokjin fills his mouth. The weight
of his brother's body laid on top of Jungkook before zipping him up and lifting
him back onto his seat. His brother's eyes are shut closed, and his breath
softens as he falls asleep. Jungkook swallows and climbs back up in his
original seat. He sets his brother's head to lean against his left shoulder and
brushes his damp strands of hair away from his flushed cheeks. And then gently
places a kiss on his glistening forehead. 
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"Jesus, what happened here?" His father lifts his right foot in the air. 
"Ah, Seokjin-hyung spilled the soda." Jungkook explains. 
His father sits down in his seat, "And then he fell asleep?" he asks, peering
over at the sleeping beauty. 
"I guess the movie wore him out." The young man smiles innocently. 
"I guess so." His father turns to the screen, "What'd I miss?" 
"Not much, we didn't even get to the climax yet." Jungkook answers. 
"Jungkook-ah, you got popcorn on your lip." His father taps his finger on his
top lip.
Jungkook peers down and wipes the white substance off with his thumb, before
licking it with his tongue. It tasted like soda, lemon and lime flavored soda. 
Sweet. Jungkook thought. 
Chapter End Notes
     haha
     i will be updating before the beginning of december due to college
     applications :-(
     reminder: ao3 is my ONLY platform i post my story (and future
     stories) on, not wattpad under the name "aphrodisiac" or whatever
     haha
     thank u so much for yalls support (๑╹ω╹๑ )
***** Jesus Lived in a Motel Bathroom *****
Chapter Notes
     The italicizedphrases areJungkook's and Jin's thoughts.
     This is in 3rd person limited following Jungkook's and Jin's
     perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2017
     Jungkook: 18
     Seokjin: 20
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jungkook sighs deeply into the mirror, leaving a muffled image of him behind
the condensation. Both his hands grip the sides of the sink, and he opens his
eyes to his reflection. Jungkook spends more time on his hair, making sure
every strand flows uniformly with each other. He knots the last loop on his tie
and tightens it on his collar. "Fuck", he moans.
Looking down, he watches as Seokjin desperately holds his dick in his weak
mouth. Jungkook reaches his hand down and caresses Jin's jaw, watching how
glorious his brother looked. With the other hand, he grabs Seokjin's black
locks and burys his head into his crotch. Groaning in pleasure, he holds his
brother's head still and begins to thrust into his mouth. He speeds up, trying
to hit the back of Seokjin's throat with each thrust. Tears fall down his
flushed face as Seokjin gags from the pain and pleasure. Jungkook's breathing
become quicker and deeper, filling the air with a sweet aroma. Feeling
resistance from his brother's head, Jungkook grabs him with both hands and
forces him closer as he climaxes into his brother's mouth. 
Slowly, Jungkook lifts his head up to the mirror once again. Breathing heavily,
he could barely recognize himself. The morning sun shines through the bathroom
window, turning his eyes a powerful red. Striking a satisfied grin, he brings
his head down to his brother, sitting lifeless beneath the sink. Jungkook
gathers his khakis together and buckles his belt. He then kneels down to face
Seokjin. With love in his eyes, he gently places his fingers on his brother's
wet lips, "Beautiful." He stands up with a trail of semen connecting his thumb
to Seokjin's lips. Jungkook lifts his brother's chin violently up to him and
looks down into Seokjin's dead eyes, "I'll see you at school, right?" 
Seokjin stares straight up into his brother's eyes and nods his head slowly.
Jungkook smiles and leans down to place a kiss on his brother's forehead before
wiping his fingers with the towel. He exits the bathroom and shuts the door,
leaving Seokjin behind to vomit into the toilet bowl. 
===============================================================================
"And now, I have the honor to bid farewell to the graduating class of 2017
of Hoengseong High School!" The speakers roars and the crowd screams. The loud
wave of clapping fills the auditorium as the body of third year students stand
up together. Jungkook looks to his left and finds Taehyung smiling back at him,
five seats away. He watches as Taehyung turns away and follows his gaze to the
front, where Jimin stands clapping. Jungkook lifts his head above the crowd and
searches the audience. Scanning through the blank faces, he spots his father
and his brother, both clapping towards the front. He stares at Seokjin, waiting
for him to turn and find him just like he found his brother. Once the clapping
dies down, Jungkook watches as his brother turns towards him and freeze, eyes
meeting instantly. And a breeze flows through them as if they were the only
people on the earth. A straight line, connecting the two of them, with nothing
blocking them except the bloodless bond between them. They stand completely
still, one with a fierce, passionate stare and the other, regret and unrest.
And suddenly, the string breaks between them as Taehyung places his hand on
Jungkook, turning him around, "Let's go take pictures." Jungkook nods quietly
before Taehyung begins to take him to the exit. Turning his head around, he
peeks up above the crowd once again to find his lover. He spots his father, who
stands up from his seat, and to the right of him, Seokjin, already walking out,
with the tips of his ears bright red. 
"Hey, where's Seokjin-hyung waiting?", Jungkook hears and turns towards it.
He finds Jimin and answers, "Near the entrance." And follows his eager friends
out the gymnasium. 
They meet Jungkook's father with Seokjin, who is leaning against the wall and
looking out into the distance. Jungkook watches Jimin and Taehyung run up to
his brother for a hug, only to brag about their high school diploma. He listens
to Seokjin's high pitched laughter and stares at the three of them before his
father suggest a group photo. Taehyung and Jimin agree and separate from
Seokjin. They begin to walk towards Jungkook until Jimin proposes, "Hyung, come
take a picture with us!" 
Both Jungkook and Seokjin freeze, once again meeting eyes like they just had
back inside. The encouraging sounds of their father and Taehyung fade out as
fear fills the mind of Seokjin. The heat from inside him grows hotter with
every step he takes towards Jungkook. His eyes lower to the ground and stops
suddenly to the sight of Jungkook's shoes. Seokjin feels a tug on his arm and
lifts his head to find Taehyung putting his arm over his shoulders. He feels
heat from his right as the touch of Jungkook's hand burns his other shoulder.
He steals a glance to this right and sees a calm, mature face on his once
innocent brother.
"Okay, get closer, closer." Seokjin sees his father holds up the camera. He
begins to wrap his arm around Taehyung until he feels a hot finger crawling
down his spine. "Okay, smile!", their father shouts and starts to countdown
from three. The tingling sensation spreads throughout his back and Seokjin
turns his head towards Jungkook. Seokjin's eyes widen, being inches away from
his brother's face, that had nothing but a blank expression. An unbothered, yet
relentless expression to which a mixture of anger and excitement stirs inside
of Seokjin. "Seokjin-ah, look at the camera!" he hears his father and misses
the smirk on his brother's face when he turns towards the front. Another
countdown starts again, and Seokjin feels Jungkook's hands fall just below his
bottom, circling the back of his hips. He begins to pant and his body grows
hotter as his brother massages down until Seokjin jumps at the flash of the
camera.
Immediately, Jungkook turns and smiles at him, "Let's see how the photos turned
out." He innocently says as he leaves his grip on his brother's ass. 
The high school graduates crowd his father, who shows them the fresh pictures
on the camera. Seokjin stands still, unable to move. The hot sensation still
lingers under his clothes and all over his skin. His quick breaths begin to
stabilize with the beating of his heart. He slowly raises his head and obverses
as Jungkook cracks a grin at the camera. He watches his brother lift his head
and their eyes met once again, to which Jungkook sneers at and quickly breaks
away from his friends. A sudden surge of fear runs through Seokjin's veins and
he rushes to their father. He passes Jungkook and quickly takes the camera from
his father's hands. Seokjin freezes for a moment, taking a good look at the
photo. His hands and the camera drop to his sides as he looks up at Jungkook,
who has a smirk on his face and red in his eyes, almost as red as the tips of
Seokjin's ears were in the photo. 
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"That place was really good, Seokjin-ah." His dad mentions as they walk into
their house, "I never even knew a ramen place opened up here." Their father
puts the key on top of the marble countertop and loosens his tie.
"Yoongi took me there." Seokjin quickly glances at Jungkook, anticipating a
reaction, but sees him calmly take his shoes off instead. "I'm glad you liked
it." He switches back to their father, who grabs the remote and falls onto the
couch. 
"Jungkook-ah, can you bring the laundry in? I think it's done." Their father
shouts over the loud television. 
Seokjin turns to Jungkook, who answers back "Yeah" to his father, and watches
him head down the hallway into the garage. As soon as his brother disappears
into the dark room, he races up the stairs to their bedroom, shutting the door
behind him with shaking force. 
Jungkook brings back the laundry basket from the dryer and places it near the
stairs. "Dad, you want me to fold yours?" he asks loudly. He waits for a moment
and a wave of silence fills the living room. "Dad?" He walks over the couch and
finds his father had fallen asleep with the remote in his hand. He breaks a
cynical smile as he slowly takes the remote out of his father's grasp. He holds
the volume button down just enough to avoid waking his father up and then looks
up the stairs with a bloodshot glare.
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Shivers flow through Seokjin's fingers as he releases his hand off
the doorknob. His heart throbs with fear and excitement, wonder and confusion.
He questioned himself, his actions and reactions today, towards his brother. He
remembers the sensation of his brother's fingers against his hot body and the
dominant gaze that carefully watched his every move. Those degrading eyes, that
seemed to undress him in just a blink, violated him. But made his skin feel hot
with every touch, and his mind dripping in lust. He stood in place, against the
cold bedroom door, shaking in heat. His hot breaths dissipate quickly in the
chilling air as he begins to slowly move across the dark room. He turns on the
desk lamp; its dim lights illuminates a small corner of the room with a soft
orange halo. 
Hot. 
Seokjin begins to unzip his jacket, lazily pulling the sleeves off his arms and
letting it drop onto the floor. He stands still for a moment, contemplating his
actions and consequences. But his body grows hotter, and he quickly removes his
shirt off his naked body, knowing his fate was coming. He waits again, fearing
for his life, before reaching for his jacket on the ground. And just as he put
on the left sleeve, the bedroom door slams open and a bright light falls onto
Seokjin's back. A shadow of a large figure moves towards him as he turns his
head around to the red-eyed beast.
The moment Seokjin feels his brother behind him, he shuts his eyes and embraces
for the worst, "No, don-!" A sudden rush of warmth overwhelms Seokjin as
Jungkook wraps his arms around his body. Seokjin's breath stops, and his limbs
lose all feeling. His eyes widen when he feels Jungkook's head placed softly on
his bare shoulder. They stand in place, frozen in time, with just the tickling
of the clock flowing through them. They were alone once again, together for
what seemed like an eternity. And he holds him tightly in his arms. Seokjin
feels the heat from Jungkook's breath on his nape, and his heart begins to beat
loudly. Anxious of his younger brother noticing, he attempts to escape
Jungkook’s embrace.
But Jungkook holds him tighter, "Hyung." The sweet voice resonates into
Seokjin's ear, freezing him still in his brother's arms. Jungkook begins to
lightly kiss the surface of his brother's shoulders, causing him to flinch
slightly. Moving up to his neck, Seokjin's breath grows shorter and hotter
again in response to the young man's soft pecks. The soft thump of Seokjin's
jacket dropping onto the hard floor echoes throughout the room. A red flush
glows across Seokjin's cheeks as his brother kisses him slowly and carefully.
He closes his left eye when Jungkook delicately places a kiss near his eyelid.
As Jungkook places his right hand on his brother's cheeks, Seokjin quickly
turns his head away from the younger man’s touch. Jungkook stops and stares at
him. The soft glow from the desk lamp shine on Seokjin's peach skin. Jungkook
studies the features on his brother's face, from his cherry lips, to the
flutter of his eyelashes. And then sees the tips of Seokjin’s ears had turned
red. "Jungkook." His brother's voice gets drowned out by the desire building up
inside the young man. "We need to st-" Jungkook grabs Seokjin by the wrists and
plants his lips on his brother, cutting him off. Invading him with his tongue,
Jungkook pushes Seokjin down on his bed as he violently kisses him. Seokjin
shuts his eyes in pain when he hits the cold mattress and tries to shove his
brother off of him. "St-mhmm!" He cries out every time Jungkook lifted his head
to breathe, but quickly dived back in for more. The tingling sensation comes
back and Seokjin's body becomes scorching hot. Afraid of drowning in his own
desires, Seokjin bites the tip of Jungkook's sly tongue.
"Fuck!" Jungkook yells in pain.
"Stop!" Seokjin immediately follows, "Stop it!" Jungkook stares down his
brother silently. "We can't do this anymore!" Seokjin tries to catch his breath
and then waits for a response. However, Jungkook sits completely still on top
of him, for a moment, and lowers his head. Seokjin watches as his brother
unbuckles his belt and the whites in Jungkook's eyes turn blood red.
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The sharp, cold air of the night pierces through Seokjin's skin. He lets the
balls of his feet fall down to the hardwood floor. Slowly rising up from the
bedside and into the clean moonlight from the window, revealing the scratches
left on his naked body. His weak breath condenses in the suffocating air, and
his tears begin to dry on his tired face. He takes a step away from the bed,
making the floor creak. He hears shuffling behind him, and quickly turns
around. Seokjin sighs in relief as he finds his brother, still in deep sleep
under the bright moonlight.
He attempts to find the door handle in the dark, soon entering the bathroom.
Seokjin slowly walks in and sees his figure in the mirror. He turns to face his
reflection, noticing purple hickeys covering his chest. He raises his hand up
to his neck, caressing the red imprint left by his brother. His hand suddenly
falls to his side, and he turns his body away. Continuing forward, he steps
into the bathtub and turns the shower handle. Smoke escapes from his skin as
hot water burns his body. He stands still with his eyes fixed on the shower
floor. He watches the water flowing down, collecting into the drain. A white
substance falls into the current, catching his eyes. He soon feels a thick
fluid slowly oozing down his thigh and his leg. Seokjin slowly lifts his head
up, allowing the scorching water to hit his weeping face.
Chapter End Notes
     so, I think I owe everyone an explanation to why my leave of absence
     took so long. to put it simply, I got extremely busy. so busy, that I
     couldn't keep up with BTS. I apologize, deeply. really, im sorry.
     I will finish this story because I have alot more time now. just a
     heads up, the story will turn psychological. so if you cannot handle
     explicit content, then do not proceed. thanks.
     And I will be updating regularly. thanks for all the comments and
     support. I didn't expect them at all. i know I don't sound sincere,
     but just know I am. i really hope you find some enjoyment in this
     chapter. once again, I am so sorry.
***** The Cleaned Cleaver *****
Chapter Notes
     The italicizedphrases areJungkook's and Jin's thoughts.
     This is in third-person omniscient now, but mainly focusing mostly on
     Jungkook's and Jin's perspective.
     The story is going to jump between the present and the past. I will
     indicate what time it is every chapter.
     Present: 2017
     Jungkook: 18
     Seokjin: 20
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jungkook opens his eyes to a bare back facing him. Astonished by his brother,
he stares at Seokjin laying next to him on his bed. The peaceful morning light
illuminates his brother's body in a white halo. Jungkook continues to stare at
his large back, unaware of his own body moving towards Seokjin. He notices his
face inches away from his brother's head and slow brushes his nose against
Seokjin's neck. Careful of waking his brother up, Jungkook watches Seokjin
attentively for any movement. And to his surprise, his brother stays soundly
asleep. To this, Jungkook slowly lifts his free arm up, over Seokjin's side,
and softly wraps his arm around his brother's waist. Jungkook holds his breath
in, afraid of disturbing him. But, he doesn't detect any of the sort from his
brother and then yawns weakly. Jungkook begins to close his eyes and falls
asleep once again, as Seokjin slowly opens his tired eyes. 
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Walking down the stairs, Jungkook finds his father, already dressed in a suit,
on the couch and watching the morning news. Seokjin is in the kitchen,
preparing breakfast for them. He watches his brother as he enters the dining
room, and for a moment, their eyes meet, before Seokjin turns around. 
"Ah, Jungkook, you're up." Their father announces and stands up from the couch.
He heads into the dining room and sits down with Jungkook. Seokjin walks to
their father's side of the table and places multiple dishes down. "Sorry I
couldn't tell you guys sooner, but I have to go to Seoul today. Apparently, an
important client wants to end their contract all of a sudden, but I'll be
coming back tonight." Their father thanks Seokjin for the meal and then turns
to Jungkook. The young man watches his brother's face, conflicted with himself.
"Jungkook, are you listening to me?", his father raises his voice. Both
brothers turn to their father simultaneously, shocked and confused. "Is there
something on Seokjin's face?", he asks his son. 
Jungkook freezes for a second, and then apologizes. "I'm going to Seoul today,
and I'll be back by 10 tonight, okay?", their father repeats. Jungkook
apologizes again and then waits for his father to take the first bite. Seokjin
takes a seat between them and eats after their father. His eyes are glued on
the bowl of rice in front of him, embarrassed by his father and brother. He
then slowly grabs his chopsticks and then quietly begins to eat. 
A few minutes of silence pass the men and then is disrupted by their father.
"I'm heading out now." Their father walks over the to kitchen and grabs the
keys off the marble countertop. 
"Wait!", Seokjin suddenly stands up from his chair, "Can you take me to the
market? We're out of kimchi." Jungkook watches his brother run towards his
father. 
"Kimchi? I just bought a jar yesterday, though." Their father questions. 
"We need more." Seokjin immediately adds and grabs his wallet from the
countertop. 
Their father's puzzled face soon resolves, "Ah, you need some for Japan." 
Jungkook immediately raises up from his chair, knocking it down. His head turns
towards the pair, and Seokjin feels his brother's eyes fall on him. "What?"
Jungkook responds. 
His father turns to Jungkook and in a casual tone, answers, "Oh, I wasn't
supposed to tell you this, but your brother is going back to Japan." 
Jungkook stares at Seokjin in disbelief, looking for any sign of regret in him.
But his brother stands still with his back facing him. Feeling anger grow
inside of him, Jungkook holds back his voice, "When?"
Their father looks at Seokjin, expecting him to answer. Jungkook watches his
brother's head turn a bit, stopping just before each of them can see each
other. "Tomorrow." Seokjin firmly states, then walks out the room to exit the
front door, leaving his father to follow and his brother speechless.
Jungkook stands in the dark dining room alone, ashamed. Understanding the
reason of his brother's departure, he feels the gravity of his actions. As the
guilt begins to seeps in, anger against himself grows as well. Jungkook lowers
his head to find his shadow on the cold ground. The black outline stretches
out, soon filling the entire room, until there is no more light. Afraid of the
growing figure, Jungkook shuts his eyes and falls to his knees. He curls up in
a ball, exhausted from the ecstasy. How can he stop himself? Is he able to seek
redemption? Is he allowed to feel guilt and regret? Conflicted between his true
desires, love and lust pulls him farther from glory.
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Yoongi takes out his left earbud after he hears the doorbell ring. He was in
the middle of composing a piece for his midterm when he hears his father
shouting, “Yoongi-ah, Seokjin’s here!” He immediately stands up from his desk
and rushes out to the front door. He hadn’t seen Seokjin in nearly a week after
he went back to his house to get more toiletries. The last time Seokjin
contacted him was through a text message stating that he was going back to his
own house instead, even though he had asked Yoongi that exact day to stay with
him for the rest of the week. Feeling worried for his friend, Yoongi sent
messages after, asking if Seokjin was okay. However, he never responded back.
He also never came back to Yoongi’s house to get his stuff, which lays in the
same spot in his room. 
When Yoongi arrives at the door, he sees his friend taking off his shoes and
stepping into the living room. Seokjin raises his head up and their eyes meet.
Yoongi holds his breath, careful not to blush, until Seokjin lowers his gaze,
almost as if he had been mourning for someone. Yoongi continues to stare at him
as Seokjin approaches him. His eyes follow his love, but stop when Seokjin
passes past him. Yoongi then glares down at the spot on the ground Seokjin once
was. He hears Seokjin opening the bedroom door and then turns around to follow
him in. 
Silence fills the distance between the two friends after Yoongi closes the door
behind him. Seokjin sits patiently on the edge of Young's bed, keeping his eyes
on the ground. Yoongi takes a seat on his desk chair, facing Seokjin. Yoongi
looks at him, concerned about his sudden disappearance and reappearance. Unable
to start a conversation, Yoongi opens his mouth that is empty of words.
Disappointed, he lowers his head and places his hands over his eyes in shame. 
"I'm going back to Japan." Seokjin abruptly announces. Yoongi's head shoots up
in shock, and their eyes meet again. Another wave of silence passes them before
Yoongi can recollect what Seokjin just said. 
"Really?" Yoongi attempts to lift the mood, "That's great. When?" He watches
Seokjin, whose eyes fall down to the ground once again. 
Seokjin replies weakly, "Tomorrow." 
"Oh." Disappointment echos from his voice. Searching for the right thing to
say, Yoongi fails as the pair sit quietly again. He painfully looks at Seokjin,
who keeps his eyes down on the ground. Tension in the air chokes Yoongi, who
fears for his friend's departure. He feels uneasy about Seokjin's mysterious
disappearance and situation with Jungkook. Unsatisfied with the current state,
Yoongi takes in a deep breath and directly confronts Seokjin. "Why didn't you
respond to my messages?" 
Seokjin lifts his head and looks at Yoongi with guilt, instead of shock, as if
he was expecting this question. He opens his mouth to prepare to say something,
but then closes it and turns his head away from Yoongi in shame. 
Discouraged by Seokjin's response, Yoongi pulls himself together, "I was
worried, you know." Yoongi steals a glance at Seokjin. "You left so suddenly."
However, Seokjin doesn't react at all and just continues looking down at the
ground. In one last attempt, Yoongi's voice nearly cracks, "I, at least,
deserve to know why." 
Yoongi waits for him to say something as he watches Seokjin lifts his hands and
places them over his lowered face. "I forgot." He answers Yoongi. 
Looking at Seokjin with disappointment, Yoongi stands up from his chair and
approaches his friend. "You forgot?", he grabs Seokjin's right wrist. But
immediately, Seokjin swings his arms outward violently, throwing Yoongi's grip
off and revealing his crying face. Yoongi widens his eyes in shock from his
friend's rejection and tears running down his face. In response, Yoongi weakly
calls, "Seokjin?", as he reaches his hand out again. And almost as a reflex,
Seokjin physically backs away, in fear, from Yoongi's reach, causing him to
withdraw his hand. 
Understanding more than enough, Yoongi retracts himself from Seokjin and takes
a seat back in his chair. He lets out a deep sigh, which echos into the silence
along with Seokjin’s weeping in the background. Frustrated even more so, Yoongi
jumps out of his seat and walks out towards the opposite corner of his room
from Seokjin. He notices Jin’s luggage and then turns around, determined to
find the answer, “Ever since you came back to Korea, you’ve been off.” Yoongi
looks at Seokjin, who continues to cry. He lowers his head down to the floor
and then up. "Is it because of your mom?", speaking in a more respectful tone.
Seokjin shakes his head and wipes his tears on his sleeve. "Your dad?" Yoongi
adds, "Jungkook?"
Seokjin freezes in place and stares intensely at the ground as Yoongi catches
him in his tracks. Seokjin feels a sharp tightness in his throat, as if someone
had stabbed him, and begins to cough violently. Yoongi takes a step towards
him, but then pulls his body back, and patiently waits for Seokjin to calm
himself down. After his coughing died down a bit, Yoongi sees Seokjin shaking
his head again. "Did Jungkook do anything to you?" He begins to approach
Seokjin. 
"Nothing." Seokjin could barely make out the word. The same discomfort
grows again in his throat, becoming more painful when he opened his mouth to
speak, and thus shuts his mouth. 
Yoongi notices this and asks painfully, "Why can't you tell me the truth?" He
looks directly in Seokjin's eyes, desperate for anything more than love.
Seokjin looks back at him, finding a knife floating in the air right behind
Yoongi. Seokjin attempts to warn him of it, but as he opens his mouth, the
sharp pain intensifies and strips him of his words. He watches it, in complete
terror as it pierces through the back of Yoongi's neck. And almost
instantaneously, Seokjin feels the flesh on the back of his neck being cut
open. A sharp point penetrates into his throat, and blood begins to drip. He
looks back to Yoongi, who looks perfectly fine and unbothered, and without a
knife near him as well. He soon feels the knife's handle pushing against his
skin and the tip cutting through his throat, then out his mouth. He stands
still for half a second, in both horror and relief, until the blood begins to
spew out. Seokjin cannot help but scream horrifically as Yoongi becomes
drenched in his own blood. 
"Seokjin!" Seokjin hears and turns his head towards his name. He finds Yoongi's
face, completely impeccable and spotless of anything such as blood, inches away
from his own. He has a strong grip on Seokjin's arms, shaking him awake, and a
concerned look on his face. Seokjin looks for the bloody knife with wild eyes,
but falls into the warmth of Yoongi's eyes. "Tell me the truth." Yoongi
demands.
Seokjin's tears had disappeared and an intense flush is left under his puffy
eyes. "The truth?" He chokes once again. 
"Yes, the truth." Yoongi repeats as they stare into each other's eyes, inching
closer and closer. The terrible pain in Seokjin's throat begins to throb again.
His heart beats louder and quicker with fear and mercy. The passion in
Yoongi's eyes pulls Seokjin in, nearly freeing him from his misery. With a few
simple words, his suffering would end and his murderer would be convicted.
Seokjin had never once imagined how the promised land would look like,
yet saw it all in his loving eyes. A tear leaves Seokjin's eyes and travels
down his cheek as he achingly opens his mouth. But, his words are cut off by
the sharp crash of the bedroom door against the wall.
The pair turn their heads towards the door to see Jungkook, standing firmly
before them, as if he was their savior. Seokjin freezes in place as he watches
Jungkook calmly step into the room. Terror spreads to all his limbs, shaking
him at his center. Yoongi glares at Jungkook as he shields Seokjin from him.
"How did you get in here?", he demands. The young man stares directly into
Yoongi's eyes with arrogance. "Jungkook." Yoongi commands. Refusing to answer,
Jungkook shifts his eyes onto his brother, who stays completely still. 
Seokjin watches Jungkook's mouth open, "Dad wants you home." Jungkook focuses
on him as Seokjin into his emotionless eyes. Fear paralyzes Seokjin, but he
feels a need to follow him. 
"He couldn't just call him?" Yoongi retaliates.  
"His battery died." Jungkook immediately answers and shoots a glare back to
Yoongi, who steps back timidly. He turns to Seokjin, "Hyung." The young man
calls for his lover with a gentle tone. His sweet voice soothes Seokjin's
uneasiness, and the fear of his brother slowly dissolves into
trust. Jungkook's tender eyes leaves him under his spell, and Seokjin's body
begins to levitate towards Jungkook, foolishly mistaking love for lust. Yoongi
attempts to warn Seokjin, but helplessly watches as he follows Jungkook out the
room, like two magnets attracting each other. 
He looks down at his feet, feeling ashamed and betrayed. Anger builds up inside
him until he hears the front door shutting close. Yoongi rushes out into the
living room, but the brothers had disappeared. 
"Did they leave already?" Yoongi turns around to see his father. 
"You let Jungkook in?" he snaps at him. 
His father, stunned at his son's tone, defends himself, "He apologized and
bowed when he asked to come in."
"You didn't tell me first?!", Yoongi slams his fist against the wall in
frustration. The sound rings throughout the house for the first time in years.
And then is replaced by a loud smack when his father slaps him across the face
in one swift motion. The sharp strike pierces his red cheek as he widens his
eyes, trying to comprehend what just happened. 
"If you're going to act like that, then I want you out!" His father roars at
him. Yoongi stares at his father in dismay before stepping outside into the
cold night.
He looks left and right in the dark to try to find any figure resembling
Seokjin. But the road ahead of him seemed to stretch longer than he had hoped,
and he already had gone too deep where nothing was left except the unavoidable
truth. 
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Seokjin keeps his head low, counting the cracks in the sidewalk. He watches
Jungkook's shoes ahead of him and matches his own step with his brother's. He
notices Jungkook's hand swinging beside him and clenches his own into a fist to
imitate his brother's warmth. Seokjin lowers his head back down onto Jungkook's
feet, who suddenly stops before him. He looks up at Jungkook's back and turns
to his left. They had arrived at the front of his house. The younger brother
takes a step onto the front porch, with the elder immediately following him.
The door opens with an eerie creak and the cold air from the dark house cuts
into his skin. Seokjin turns his head to his right and see the driveway empty.
And before he could even even his mouth in revolt, Jungkook grabs
Seokjin's hand, forcing him into the house and shutting the front door close. 
The younger brother slams Seokjin's body against the wall, and grabs his wrists
tight. Fighting back, Seokjin kicks his brother in the stomach, releasing his
grip on his wrists. "Dad isn't home, is he?!", he demands from Jungkook before
taking off into the dining room. However, Jungkook quickly recovers and chases
after him. They meet at opposite ends of the dining table, facing one of
another. Jungkook’s eyes light up with fury and lock onto Seokjin. He races
after the elder like a mad dog, grabs him by the collar, and pushes him down
onto the table top. Seokjin shuts his eyes close as the back of his head makes
impact with the hardwood surface. He opens his eyes to find Jungkook’s fist
flying down at him, forcing him to shut his eyes again and turn his head the
other away. Preparing for a hit, he hears a loud bang next to his left ear. He
opens one eye at a time before realizing he had not been hit, and Jungkook had
slammed his fist into the table instead. 
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Jungkook yells from above. Seokjin shifts his eyes
onto his brother, whose hair covers his concealed face. Jungkook hovers over
his brother, and without having to hold him against his will, Seokjin lays
still, completely stunned at his words."Why are you leaving?!" Jungkook lifts
his head towards Seokjin, leaving him completely frozen with confusion. A tear
lands onto Seokjin's cheek. And a sight never once imagined would be possible,
existed only for him. He keeps his eyes on Jungkook's face, afraid of blinking
and missing this phenomena. He watches as Jungkook brings his hand up, to wipe
his misery off his innocent face. And Seokjin feels, in his core, a pulsating
guilt. It had been primitive, his love for his younger brother, who continues
to weep before him. Seokjin still has his gaze on him, and almost takes pity on
the poor thing. "Please don't leave me." Jungkook cries and lowers his head on
his brother's left shoulder. Seokjin's eyes stay still and continues to stare
at the ceiling above him. He still doesn't fully comprehend what just happened
as a few minutes pass. And then he suddenly feels an impulse running through
his fingers. 
His eyes watch, in disbelief, his right hand begin to float towards Jungkook's
head. Landing on the younger's soft bed of hair, Seokjin unconsciously strokes
his brother's head as if he were a child again. Jungkook lifts his head up
towards Seokjin, and the elder immediately takes his hand off. They both stare
at each other straight in the eye, completely shocked, for half a minute. "I-",
Seokjin attempts to explain himself, but is at a lost for words. He directs his
eyes away from Jungkook's eyes and turns his head to his left. But he feels his
brother's intense gaze on him, forcing him to speak again. "Let me expla-", and
at the same time, Jungkook grabs his brother's right wrist, lowers his head
down, and places his lips on Seokjin's. The kiss is gentle and warm, like the
autumn spring. Seokjin closes his widened eyes as he nearly melts under his
brother's loving touch. Never was a love so delicate, so desperate. The way
their lips moved together resembled the natural movement of the ocean waves.
Dancing in unison, perfect in harmony. Warmth overflowing in both men as their
passionate breaths match the rhythm of the midnight breeze. Seokjin's vision is
blurred red when he opens his lustful eyes. He sees Jungkook's eyes sparkle in
the blue hue of the moonlight, brighter than any star in the universe.
But Seokjin's breath stops after he sees Jungkook lift his other hand towards
his face. And his vision comes back and darkness begins to seep in.
He feels the chilling movement of his brother's hands as he nearly places them
on Seokjin's cheek. However, Jungkook finds himself on the ground in a span of
a second, after his brother kicks him in the stomach again. He hears him
running and quickly stands up to chase him into the kitchen. Turning into the
room, Jungkook sees Seokjin, standing in perfect position, with a kitchen knife
gripped tightly in both hands. The young man freezes as his brother continues
to point the cleaver at him.
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Yoongi takes out his phone. 11:34 PM. 0 Missed Calls. It had been about five
hours since his father kicked him out of the house after they fought. And he
concludes that his father had no intention of reconciliation any time soon. He
puts his phone back into his pocket and sighs as he walks into the convenience
store to avoid the cold night. He walks past the half-asleep cashier and
straight to the instant ramen aisle. His stomach begins to growl at the sight
of noddle paradise in front of him. He takes out his wallet to count how much
cash he had. 4000 won. Calculating the various prices, he chooses a cheap bowl
as he plans to get a drink as well. After selecting coffee from the beverage
cooler, he heads to the cashier and finds a well-dressed businessman in the
instant ramen aisle. As he approaches him, Yoongi distinguishes the familiar
figure and calls out: "Mr. Kim!" 
Seokjin's father turns around, "Ah, Yoongi." And recognizes him. 
"What are you doing here? Did you finish talking to Seokjin?" Yoongi
unknowingly asks as they examine the vast array of ramen. 
"Talking to Seokjin?", Mr. Kim turns his head towards Yoongi in confusion. "I
just came back from a business trip in Seoul." The old man laughs Yoongi's
comment off and then turns his head back to the noddle shelf.
Yoongi's eyes stop, and his body freezes. He watches Mr. Kim take a packet of
ramen off the shelf in silence. Yoongi looks down on the ground and whispers
under his breath. "Eh?" Unaware of Mr. Kim bidding goodbye to him, Yoongi
raises his voice, "Wait, wha-what about J-Jungkook?" He lifts his head, but
finds no one standing near him. He then turns around and sees Seokjin's father
walking towards the cashier. He begins to follow him, but a sudden loud boom
fills the area. 
"This is a burglary!" Yoongi hears a male voice shouting, "Give me all your
cash now!" Aware of the possible situation, Yoongi carefully walks toward the
front of the convenience store. He sees a short figure near the door, dressed
in all black with a ski mask on and holding a cleaver in his left hand. He also
spots Mr. Kim in front of the cashier, who is fully awake now and scared to his
wits. The man dressed in black approaches the cashier, shouting profanities and
waving the knife violently as he demands money. The cashier backs away from the
till and has his back up against the walll. However, Mr. Kim stays unwavering.
He glares at the thief with arrogance and vengeance.
"Get out the way, old fuck." The man commands Seokjin's father. But Mr. Kim
stands his ground, completely silent. Visibly shaken and uncomfortable, the
thief takes a step towards Mr. Kim. "I said, get the fuck away before I fucking
kill you!" He yells unconfidently into Mr. Kim's stone face. Yoongi watches Mr.
Kim's mouth open, but could not hear the words he spoke to the man. A half
second later, the two men are wrestling over the knife, and then Yoongi hears a
scream then a thud. He takes a step towards the two men, and immediately stops
at his feet. 
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The room is silent, except for Seokjin's hand, gripping the knife so tightly
and shaking it uncontrollably. Noticeably scared, Jungkook watches his
brother's eyes grow unnaturally large in fear. He carefully takes a step
towards Seokjin, each observing every single move the other makes. Seokjin
immediately shouts, "Stay back!" waving the knife side to side, hoping to
intimidate his younger brother. However, Jungkook raises both his hands in
front of him, and motions them to Seokjin as he slowly approaches him. "I said
stay back!" Seokjin recklessly screams and his fearful eyes ignite. Jungkook is
now about two feet away from his older brother, attempting to calm him down
with hand signals. Seokjin loosens his grip on the knife and releases his left
hand off the handle. Now pointing the knife perfectly still at Jungkook with
his right hand, Seokjin looks him dead straight in the eye, "Jungkook, don't
make me do this." He warns him calmly. The young man watches streams of tears
fall down Seokjin's beautiful face. And all Jungkook had thought at that very
moment was how the pearls in Seokjin's eyes sparkled brighter than all the
stars in the universe combined. 
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The sharp, crisp sound of the stainless steel tip hitting the ground rings
through empty space. A string of metal clinks and clatters soon follow as the
base and handle of the knife fall onto the cold, hard floor. One stained with
blood, another cleaned in the river of tears. Had they known that it had been
the same knife all along? But the killer had already been walking down the
same, long road, carrying his cleaver in one hand, and his lover's heart in the
other. 
Chapter End Notes
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