...The night sky was covered by the heavy rain that had been pouring all day. Some would consider that a bad omen, but at this moment, it was just heavy rain. From time to time, the thunders would scare people in the city and could even make one shiver. This was no ordinary thunderstorm. A bad omen indeed....

...The room was poorly lit by the small yellow lights, but one could certainly see the man's silhouette sitting in the brown leather chair behind the big wooden desk. He was staring at the open window, observing the pouring rain. If one were to look closely, it would be possible to see the impatience in his eyes, but he was good at masking his feelings. He had always been. His face was blank. Not a single emotion could be read on his large pale face....

...He looked so calm that when the doors of the office opened loudly, he didn't even flinch. A man in a black suit slowly walked towards the table and bowed to the middle aged man, who was now putting a cigarette between his lips....

..."It is a boy, sir," The young man extended his hand, offering a lighter. "Would you like me to bring him to you, sir?"...

...He waited as the other man took a long drag and then exhaled the smoke, a small smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth....

...The man stood up and walked towards the window, staring outside for a while. He proceeded to sigh and turn his head slightly so the young man could see his face....

..."Perfect?"...

..."Perfect, sir."...

...The man seemed to laugh, but it was not loud or clear enough for anyone to hear. The silence made the room even darker and if not for the shift in his attention, no one would have noticed the small child playing with crayons in the corner of the room. He had his focus on the kid for a while and then a smile formed in his face again. It seemed rather endearing....

..."Leave."...

..."Yes, sir," the young man bowed and turned to leave the room....

...The young child was still immersed in his little drawing. He was not older than 3 years of age, but he already looked much older than he was. Big indeed. The old man still had his attention on the child and for a moment he seemed to want to touch that small head and run his fingers through his thin black hair. Still, he would not dare. The focus was back on the rain pouring outside of the window and he sighed as deeply and loudly as possible....

..."You must not trust anyone in this life, Kim Namjoon. Trust will be the death of you. Do not love broken things, they are the ones that cause the biggest damage," he said softly as he stared outside....

...The child did not pay any attention to his father's mumbling. He was drawing big red and purple circles on a sheet of paper and that seemed much more interesting than the complicated words he was saying. Big colourful circles in such a dark night. It would be comical if it wasn't tragic....

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...The thunder roared again and Jungkook was woken from his dreams. He hated thunderstorms. The wind could be heard, while it invaded the room through the cracks in the windows. The whistle was loud enough to make one wake up from one's deep slumber. He tossed and turned, but there was not the slightest possibility that he would fall asleep again....

...The boy in the bed beside his was sleeping soundly and tranquilly. Seokjin was not afraid of storms. In fact he was not afraid of anything. He was his big brother and he definitely acted the part. Jungkook would always be protected by his tall and mighty brother. He stared at his brother for a while before deciding to climb out of his own bed and try to snuggle with Seokjin in his bed....

...He knew his brother would not deny him the affection he desperately needed at this moment, so he did not think twice before lifting the covers and sliding his slim body beside the other one's warm body....

..."Afraid again?" Jin said in a sleepy voice. His eyes still closed....

...Jungkook had woken his brother, but he did not feel bad for it. He knew Seokjin was not going to make him go back to his bed or even get mad, he was nice like that. Not many people got to see this side of him, pure and gentle. Jungkook only felt lucky that he had such a nice person in his life since not many people were like that towards him. Affection was not something he would get from anyone else, apart from Kim Seokjin....

...He shook his head and buried his face in his brother's chest, pulling him closer. Jin shifted his position, making sure both of them were comfortable in the small bed. He would not hug Jungkook back, but Jin did not mind Kook hugging him so close....

...It did not take long before the younger one was fast asleep and Jin stared at him with soft eyes. He was 5 years older than his brother, but in moments like this he felt as if he was Jungkook's father. They did not share blood, but they were family nonetheless. Ever since his mother had abandoned that little person on the doorstep of the Kim family's house, everything changed....

...Jin was only 5 at the time and he did not remember that day, but his earliest memories all have Jungkook in them. The small little kid that was not bright nor had anything good about him, only that stupid smile whenever he saw Seokjin. He would light up like a Christmas tree every time Jin was by his side or just entered the room. He worshiped Kim Seokjin and his brother knew that. It was something he could use to his advantage....

...From an early age, Seokjin had been raised to take over his family business. He was the prince of a very large empire and he knew that. He knew he could not trust people, love or care for anyone. Still he cared for the little Jungkook, the 10 year old that was curled up in his bed hugging him. He liked Jungkook and he knew that kid liked him back. It was a comfortable feeling to have, it felt like home....

...The thunders were still roaring outside but Jungkook was deep in his sleep. He would always sleep very profoundly whenever he hugged Jin. His brother was his safe haven, his rock, the peace and quiet in the middle of the chaos. Jungkook knew he could count on him for whatever he needed. He had lost count of how many people Jin had beaten up because of Jungkook. Whenever someone would beat him at school or pester him because of his past, Jin would make sure that person got what they deserved, a black eye or a bruised lip....

...Jin closed his eyes again and this time they did not open again until the next morning. The storm had passed and Jungkook was still sleeping, clinging onto Seokjin like a leech....

..."Annoying," he said with a faint smile on his lips....

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..."Jungkook!" he heard his name as he was pulled out of Dreamland....

...The house was big and the sound echoed through the whole place. Jungkook was still in bed and was woken by the screaming. He opened his eyes slightly and the bright light almost blinded him, the sun was shining on his face. He must have overslept and he knew that would cause him a lot of trouble. He had spent most of the night playing games on his new video game, it was almost dawn when he finally closed his eyes and slept. He quickly got up and put on a t-shirt to make him more presentable. It was an Overwatch shirt, stupid decision. His quick steps got him downstairs in a very short time....

..." Hyung , did you call me?" he asked in a sleepy voice....

...Kim Seokjin was sitting in his office, staring at the young man by the door. He did not look happy. This was not a bad thing, Jin wasn't someone who smiled a lot and most times would make people shiver just by staring at them. Still, Jungkook knew this looked bad. His brother had that look that screamed with killing intent and Kook knew that he was in trouble. Jin looked him up and down, and he could see the twitch on his lips when he saw what the younger one was wearing. Shit....

..."I will sit here and wait for your explanation. My father did not raise a stupid child and I do not have a stupid person as a brother, so I will sit here and let you humour me with your version of the story. If I'm not amused, you will face the consequences," Jin said in a calm tone. Too calm....

...Jungkook shivered slightly and got closer to the big wooden desk, his eyes never leaving the elder. He knew he had messed up and knew exactly what he had done. It was his last year in school and he was on the verge of failing because of his excessive interest in video games. Seokjin most likely had gotten a call from the school to set up a meeting. Those snitches. Their father was never around, so everyone just got used to calling Jin whenever Jungkook got into trouble or needed an adult's signature....

..." Hyung , I promise I will not fail. I will get better grades and I will not play video games anymore."...

..."I am sure you will not. Jung-hwan already took out every single electronic device out of your room. You will not disappoint me, will you, Jeon Jungkook?" Jin stared at him with killing intent in his eyes, but a soft face....

...Jungkook hated when Jin called him like that, "Jeon Jungkook". He would only call him like that when he wanted to make sure Jungkook knew he had to obey. It was his form of humiliation and it always made his heart hurt immensely. Why did he need to remind him that he was not actually his brother?...

..."I will not, sir."...

..."Dismissed," Jin waved his hand towards the door....

...He was humiliated, sad and afraid. Jin had stopped using his hands to make people afraid of him, his words were enough and Kook knew that. His brother could kill a person with only the words that left his plump rose lips. He was a snake and his poison was extremely venomous. Everyone in Busan knew that. Hell, everyone in all of South Korea knew that. Kim Seokjin was famous like that....

...He went back to his room and sat on his chair, twirling a few times before feeling dizzy. His computer and video game were already gone. Jung-hwan hyung must have entered his room when he was talking to Jin. He was stealthy as ****....

...A feeling of dread took over his whole body and he could see him shake with the shivers that went up and down his spine. He was not scared of anything, except making his brother disappointed. Kook always thought so highly of Seokjinie. If he loved him any more, he would have a temple built in his honor. It was the only person he loved. But still, he was sad....

..."Jeon...Jung...Kook..." he murmured to himself....

...He hated that name, hated not being a "Kim" like his brother. But then again, Jimin was not a Kim either. Their family schematics was complicated. Their father had always been a ladies' man, but at some point in his life he met Seokjinies mom. He loved her so much and she was indeed the love of his life. Love was not something you would find in the Kim family, so eventually the love faded and Jin's mom passed away. He was seven at the time and Jungkook was only a two-year-old baby, he does not remember it. Their father was never the same after that, he became distant and cold. Seokjin knew that better than anyone, that was when he started his training to take over the company....

...In the years following his father became even more distant, focusing his entire time on his business and at some point he started spending a lot of time in Daegu. They remembered the nanny that would take care of them, but they did not remember their own father. A few months later, he came back to Busan with a small kid in his arms. He was younger than Seokjin but older than Jungkook. His name was Jimin, Park Jimin....

...His mother was some woman his father had had an affair with while he was still with Seokjin's mother. As soon as that tiny kid set foot in that house, Seokjin changed. He became as cold as his father and he looked more like an adult than a kid. He would slap Jungkook and tell him to not trust or love anyone, things like that were worthless....

...Jimin was a small little kid, he was sweet and quiet. Very shy. Jungkook always tried to be nice to him, to make him feel at home. After a while, he became his hyung too and they even acted like a family. But Kook knew it was only an act. They were not family and both his brothers did not like each other. Jungkook was just an annoying glue keeping them together and he liked to be like that....

..."KOOK, WHERE ARE YOU?" a voice echoed in his room. Jimin was calling him....

...Jungkook got up and walked to the door, snucking his head out of the small opening he made. He looked both sides of the hallway but did not see anyone there, so he got out of his room. He looked around, scared at the thought of seeing Seokjin again. Kook walked down the hallway and snuck into Jimin's room, scaring his brother....

..."Hell! Can't you knock?"...

..."I wasn't supposed to get out of my room."...

..."Seokjin?"...

..."Yeah..."...

..."He's extra nasty these days. Something happened with the business. Father has been gone for too long too," Jimin seemed to be talking to himself....

...Being the middle child was not easy and Jungkook knew that, but it was even harder for a bastard middle child. Jimin would not inherit the business and was rarely considered as family by his father and Seokjin. He had suffered in the hands of his older brother, who would use his venomous tongue to make sure Jimin knew his place in the family. It was brutal to watch, but there was nothing Jungkook could do....

...At some point, he decided he would only spend half of the year in Busan. The rest of the year he would go back to his mother in Daegu and would not even send a message. This was him escaping the sad life of the Kim family. Three brothers not bound by blood, but by obligation. Sad. It would be an awesome TV drama if anyone wanted to write a fucked up story of hate and sadness. Jungkook shook his head trying to chase those thoughts away....

..."He's just working hard, that's all. But where are you going, Daegu again? So soon?"...

..."Yes, I need a break from the craziness. I'll be back, Kookie. Behave, ok?"...

..."Yeah, yeah. No need to act like my mother."...

..."If I were your mother, your face wouldn't be ugly like that," he said with a sly smile on his face....

...Jungkook sat on his bed and watched closely as his brother put his folded shirts in his suitcase. He loved to watch his brothers do anything, it didn't matter what. It was his way of calming his thoughts and having something similar to a normal family, people who did ordinary stuff. Unfortunately, the Kim family was far from ordinary....

...At that time, Kook did not know that this would be the last time he would see his brother for a long time. Years would pass before Jimin stood in front of him again. At that moment, everything was much simpler than now. People were alive, he had his family and things were simple....

...The bag was packed and Jimin bid his farewells to Kook, holding his hand in a soft way. He had his puppy eyes and that made Jungkook laugh out loud....

..."Please, behave. I don't want to come back and hear that that motherfucker did something to you, ok?"...

..."That motherfucker is our brother."...

..."He's no one's brother, not mine nor yours. He's a devilish snake and an asshole. Don't think too highly of him Kookie, he is not the man you think he is," Jimin said with fire in his eyes....

...Kim Seokjin and Park Jimin hated each other immensely, but Kook loved both of them equally. He could not consider a life without either of them and the sheer thought of losing one of his brothers would make him shiver. Jimin noticed the youngest movement and put his hand on his shoulder, reassuring him that everything would be ok. Still, the warning he had given Jungkook was the truest thing he had ever spoken. Seokjin was a snake....

...They both had done horrible things in order to get rid of the other, unspeakable things. Jungkook knew everything they did, but never told anyone about it. Whenever he could, he would take the fall for the things his brothers did. He was loyal like that. Seokjin would find that stupid while Jimin would say that it was sad, Kook called it love. Blind love....

..."I promise to not get into trouble," he lifted his pinky finger in front of Jimin's face....

...That was Jimin's cute gesture. Kook knew that it would yank a smile out of that sour face of his and he was right. Jimin was smiling again and raised his tiny finger, locking it with Jungkook's. It was their little thing, a brotherly gesture. It was their way of expressing their love and care for eachother....

..."Have a safe trip. Maybe stay longer," Jin said in a deep voice....

...Their soft moment was interrupted by Seokjin's words as he leaned on the doorframe of his office, staring at them. Their older brother had a disapproving face, but still had his soft smile on his face. Kook knew that look, it was disdain and he hated it. If one were to look at the scene in front of them, the person could think this was just a jealous brother acting out. Jungkook knew that this was a warning, a big one....

...Jimin rolled his eyes so hard that it was amazing that he could not see his own brain by now and he turned back to Jungkook. He did not bother to dignify Jin with an answer, still he was mad. Very much indeed. Jimin wasn't a person that got mad easily, he was calm and shy. But when it came to Seokjin, anyone could feel the hatred he had towards that man....

..."Kookie, beware of the fox in sheep's clothing. Betrayal runs deep in Kim blood, JEON Jungkook." He emphasized Kook's last name with a higher note....

...Jin had had enough and walked towards his brothers with all hell in his eyes. Jungkook quickly moved in front of Jimin, now standing between his two brothers. He knew he was going to get hurt, physically and emotionally. Jimin was smiling and Jin had his serious face back on. The fight was inevitable....

..."Please hyungs , don't," Jungkook said with a sigh....

...Jin looked at him and for a moment, Kook could see something he had never seen before. Sadness. It was a weird mask and he did not know how to react to it. Jimin must have realized too, because his head was slightly tilted and his brows furrowed. He did not understand it either. Seokjin let out a big sigh and turned away from the two men, walking towards his office again....

..."Are you even human, Kim Seokjin?"...

..."I will not have another argument with you Jimin, I am extremely tired. Leave or stay, it does not matter to me."...

..."It never has. You cannot feel anything, that's the legacy of the Kim family. Sad and depressed people. I will not be like you or your father."...

..."Your father."...

..."A name on a piece of paper means nothing. I do not have a father and I would like to keep it that way"...

..."Wouldn't we all?" Jin said with his back to his brothers....

...Those words took both Jimin and Jungkook by surprise. Jin had never spoken ill of the old man, never said a bad word about him. Hell, he praised him to an unnatural extent. How come he was saying that he wished he was not his son? It did not make any sense and Jimin was clearly bothered by such a comment. Did they finally find something in common?...

...Jungkook was shocked and could not hold back the small tears that began to form in the corner of his eyes. He sniffled slightly, but both his brothers could hear him and turned their attention to the youngest. Jungkook finally understood the expression on Seokjin's face, indeed it was sadness. His brother had finally broken into a thousand pieces that were being held together by whatever glue he had and now they were all scattered. Something had happened....

..."Kookie are you okay?" Jimin asked in a soft tone....

...Seokjin slowly walked back to the two men and was now standing on his side. Jungkook could no longer bear the fighting of his brothers, he had had enough of it. It was sad and tiresome. Before any of them could do anything, he had hugged them together forcing the three faces to collide....

...Grunts could be heard and his brothers tried to break loose, however Kook was not that skinny young boy he had once been anymore. He had grown up into a well built young man and his strength was much bigger than Jimin's or Jin's, he was going to use that in his favor. The tears streamed down his face and made both of his brothers stop struggling against his grasp. They both sighed and stopped....

..."I don't know why we ended up together, but I do not want to lose either of you. I forgave all the mistakes you both ever made, I suffered for both of you and I even got hurt because of you. For once, stop. It's been years and it is enough," he said as he loosened the grasp on both and they escaped his forced hug....

...Jimin was staring at Jungkook, eyes red. Seokjin would not dare to cry in front of a living person, but his face was contorted. The silence was murderous and loud, but no one dared to break it....

..."I am sorry Kookie. I promise I won't make you sad again," Jimin finally spoke while holding his brother....

..."I am sorry, Jungkook," Jin spoke from afar, but honestly....

...Their conversation did not last long after that, in fact it wasn't even a conversation. Jimin and Jungkook exchanged nice and warm words towards each other as Seokjin watched both of them like a hawk. Jimin finally grabbed his suitcase and left, shutting the door behind him with a gentle tugg. Always the calm person....

...Seokjin was still staring at Kook, his eyes calm. He truly seemed like he wanted to talk, like he desperately needed so. But we were talking about Kim Seokjin, he did not let anyone in. He sighed once more and left Jungkook alone in the living room, heading inside his office and closing the door. Kook was alone again. Sometimes the mansion could feel awfully small and packed, but at times like these, it would feel enormous and lonely....

...He was not going to swallow this and go back to his room like nothing had happened. Seokjin needed him and he knew it. He would probably hear something nasty and then he would go back to his room, feeling sad. But he had to try. He walked up to the sliding doors and hesitated for a second. Did he truly want to enrage his brother? Feelings and Kim Seokjin did not mix well and Kook knew that. **** it....

...He slid the door open and walked inside. Jin was sitting in his chair and raised his head to look at Jungkook. Something was extremely wrong. Jin had tears in his eyes. What the **** was going on? Kook ran to his brother, ignoring the normal protocol to stay away at all times....

...Once he was in front of Jin, he fell to his knees and hugged his brother close. Jin sobbed. It was the first time in his life he had seen Seokjin cry. It was the saddest thing he had ever seen, a frozen man crying was a unique sight. It was scary. More than sad, Jungkook felt his heart tighten as he did not understand the magnitude of his brother's actions. Jungkook could no longer hold back the tears and cried with his face buried in Seokjin's broad shoulder. The brothers were the closest they had ever been in years, but they were the saddest they had ever been....

..."Let go of me, Jungkook," Jin said between sobs....

...He was scared of what Jin might do to him later, but right now it did not matter. Jungkook wanted to be there for his brother, wanted to support him and tell him that everything would be okay. He would not let go, not right now. Something big had happened or was going to happen, but he did not know what. At that time, Jungkook could only hope that everything would be okay. Years later, he would eventually learn why Jin had cried that day....

..."I won't let you go. Ever. Don't try to push me away, I will not budge," Jungkook said, taking his face out of his brother's shoulder....

...Jungkook was now staring back at Jin who had his face buried in his palms. It was heartbreaking to watch. He rubbed his fingers on his brother's cheek, like he used to do when Kook was younger. It would always calm him down, so he thought that it would calm Seokjin too. It indeed calmed him, but it also made him change his expression. He grabbed Jungkook's hand with all the power that he had. It hurt, but Kook did not say a thing. He took hold of one of his fingers and slowly bent it backwards....

..."Now, you listen to me Jeon Jungkook. Don't you ever feel sorry for me. Don't you dare think I am weak like you two." He bent his brother's finger even more. "Because I am not and I will not be treated like I am. You are different from me and Jimin, but you will eventually understand why I did every single thing I did. When that day comes, you will not forgive me. I do not or will not need your forgiveness. You will forget about me and leave. Do you understand?" Jin bent Jungkook's finger even more....

...He was scared out of his mind. Jungkook had never seen that face or heard that voice on his brother in his life. He felt as if he was talking to a demon and not the Kim Seokjin he had grown up with, this was not his brother. He did not know this person. Jungkook could not muster the courage to answer what Jin had asked. He was too afraid of the person in front of him....

...CRACK...

...His finger was broken and he was now curled up on the floor screaming and holding his finger. Seokjin got up from his chair and was staring at his baby brother, who was bawling on the floor of his office. His expression was even darker than before. This was the scariest moment of Jungkook's life, the day he saw Seokjin's true face. He finally saw the fox Jimin was talking about....

..."The pain you feel right now, will stay with you for the rest of your life and you will not forget that I was the one that made you feel like that. I hope you will remember that," Jin said in a cold tone....

...He grabbed his phone and seemed to call someone, a few moments later Jung-hwan took Jungkook out of the office and drove him to the E.R. Jin knew exactly how to break a finger, he had done it before. Kook had seen him do it to people who bothered Jungkook at school and he was always very calm about it, like it was something ridiculous or natural to him. Indeed it was, he had even done it to his brother. Still, Jungkook was a pathetic ****. He eventually forgave Seokjin, even though his finger remained crooked for the rest of his life....

..."Grab that tie. The black one," Seokjin said lightly....

...Jungkook had bloodshot eyes, his head spinning. Jin was sitting on the edge of the bed holding a black suit in his hands. His face was somber and his eyes were unfocused. Jungkook did as he was told and brought back the black tie to his brother. Funeral clothes never seemed to be easy to pick, but this was the first time Jungkook was wearing one for a family funeral so it made that task one million times worse....

...Their father had passed away....

...Hate was not that good of a word to define how he felt towards that man. When he was a kid, he used to look up to him and think highly of the man he once called father. After Jimin left, everything slowly began to change. The praise slowly turned into disdain and hatred, and now Jungkook despised that old man more than anything. He was not too keen on Seokjin either, but he was more tolerable because he had seen what his older brother had endured from his father. He would do anything to hide the purple and green bruises on his body. Father never hit where people could see, that was too much of a humiliation for him. Until the day Seokjin made a big mistake and his father cut his face with a letter opener. On that day, Jungkook declared war against that man....

...He was not a kid anymore and he had grown into a man that was very different from the highschool student Jungkook from a few years ago. He was now 23 and on his way to graduate from university. When Kook finished highschool, the old man made sure he was going to a good university to graduate in something that would be good for a career in their business. Weirdly enough, Jungkook was not really aware of what the Kim family business was. He did not want to go into accounting or anything like that. He wanted to major in arts or cinema, but his father did not give him an option. **** he hated that man. But still he went to university and was learning something for the business....

...He knew that they worked with trades and would have their hands on every single kind of business available, from apartment complexes to restaurants. It was almost like a mafia, but he knew better. His father was not that kind of man and Seokjin was definitely not someone who would get mixed up with anything of the sort. He was too much of a gentleman for that....

...He grew up shielded from the world with a total of zero friends, which was not weird since the kids in his school all feared his psychopath brother. He did not blame Jin for his lack of friends, he was thankful he did not have to deal with those fake people. One day they would bow to someone and the next day to another. It was all so fake, Jungkook hated it. So for this reason, he was not lonely. He was relieved....

...Seokjin would now inherit the business, Jungkook would finish his degree and go work alongside his brother in the family business. That would be their life from now on, but he did not want that at all. He wanted to get away, leave Busan behind and go live somewhere else. Somewhere he wasn't a part of the Kim family and he could just be Jeon Jungkook. He shook his head and focused on the task of putting on his black suit for his father's funeral. His brother was already dressed and everyone was just waiting for Jungkook....

..."Is Jimin coming?"...

..."I called him, but I do not know if he will come. Don't worry about that now."...

..."Did you actually call him? You heard his voice?"...

..."Jungkook, please focus," Jin sighed....

...They were already late and he knew his brother was losing the last bit of patience he had. Jungkook needed to put on his clothes fast and join the rest of the members in the memorial service. Jin stood up and left his room, the clothes carefully laid on his bed. Jungkook started crying as soon as the door closed....

...Everyone came to pay their respects, people from all over Busan and from neighboring cities. Jungkook did not know who those people were and why they all felt extremely suspicious, but he bowed and thanked all of them....

..." Aigoo , little Jungkookie is all grown up! Don't hesitate to call the family if you need something. Anything!"...

...Thank you....

..."My condolences, the family is extremely sad for you loss Jungkook-ssi."...

...Thank you....

..."Only your father could make all these grown men cry. Ruthless even in death. The family sends their condolences."...

...Thank you....

...At some point it had all become mechanical, so Jungkook just stopped listening. He was confused. Ruthless? Family? What the **** was going on? His father was just a businessman and somehow made people cry and think he was ruthless. He indeed was a brute and cold man, this was nothing new. Still, ruthless was not something Jungkook would use to describe that man...

...Jin looked at his young brother and could see the chaos in his head, he put his hands on Jungkook's shoulder and shook him out of his misery. Kook looked at Jin with fog in his eyes and saw his brother was worried....

..."Why don't you go eat something? I will deal with the rest of the service and then join you, ok?" he said in a soft voice....

...Jungkook nodded and proceeded to leave the room, walking to the dining hall. The smell of flowers was unbearable and it was making him dizzy. Jungkook hated flowers, one in particular, lilies. That obnoxious flower always seemed to find a way into his life and he would always throw it away or burn those smelly petals out of existence. There were no lilies at the memorial, but seeing all those flowers and smelling them made him think about it....

...His mother had left a lily on top of the basket in which he was found, he knew that was the reason he despised that flower just as he despised his mother for abandoning him. The funny thing was, a few years back he had tattooed the damn flower on his back. The drawing took up most of his back skin and there were only a few places where people could still see the skin. The tattoo artist asked if he liked lillies that much and Kook explained that there was nothing he hated more than that flower. He laughed at that man's confused face....

...He sat down on one of the tables that were empty with one of the trays of food, his legs crossed. He pulled on his tie making it loose and breathable, this thing was fucking annoying. As he swallowed the scary amount of food in front of him, he felt someone sit in the empty seat in front of him. He lifted his head and was about to tell that person to **** off to some other table, when he realized who it was....

...Jungkook choked on the food, making the other man laugh. He had not seen or heard that laugh in almost four years....

..."I see you haven't changed a bit, Kookie."...

..." Cough ...Ji... cough ...min"...

..."Yes, yes. I am back. For good, I swear." He raised his pinky to Jungkook's face....

...He was frozen in place and could only stare, Jimin was as handsome as ever. His face was thinner, his jawline could cut a curious finger and his hair was blonde. Damn, he was a pretty sight . He had always been extremely handsome and would make girls look at him twice before looking away. Hell, even men did that. It was hard to compete with such beauty, so Jungkook just accepted the fact that he was never going to look as good as his brother. But now, oh now this was just unfair. Jimin was seriously aiming for god-like beauty and Jungkook was a mere mortal....

..."You are back? Where the **** were you? You know how much shit I had to endure after you left? You know what the **** happened the day you left? Do you know…" Jungkook was breathless....

...He had spoken so fast and so intensely that the air in his lungs disappeared, making him stop mid sentence. Jimin found it extremely amusing and propped his head on his hand while staring back at his younger brother. This was weird, but still it smelled like home....

..."How have you been, Kookie?"...

..."Fucking awesome! You see, let me tell you my life story. My beloved brother abandoned me in a house with my psychopath brother and absent father when I was a highschool student. I almost went crazy, but I was not allowed to because if I did, I would get hit either by the psycho or by the absent dad that would only show up to make me suffer. Then I went to college and tried to get rid of the abusive relationship I had with my family, but guess what? They are leeches and did not let me go. So yeah, I have been living under semi house arrest for the past 4 years. How about you dear brother?" he said in a weirdly calm manner....

...Those words had been stuck in Jungkook's throat for a long time and now that his father was dead, he had no reason to swallow it back down. The asshole was dead and Seokjin would inherit the business, which meant he would not see him so often and he would be finally free from his abusers. It was the only thing that made him survive all those years. The death of his father and the distancing from his eldest brother. Jimin's face showed pain and Jungkook knew his brother was suffering too, still he was not going to forgive him that easily....

...If there was one thing Jungkook had learned well was how to make people suffer with words and simple gestures. So why not make use of his ability and make his brother feel a bit of the pain he had to endure for the past four years while he was away? Life was certainly easy for Jimin, he had the looks for that. But what about Jungkook, his little Kookie? Did he deserve any of what had happened to him? **** no. Still, he endured....

..."You probably think life was awesome for me, don't you?"...

..."I cannot say you look like someone who has suffered a lot..."...

..."Oh Jungkookie, you are still so blind to what is in front of you."...

..."You are talking about the fox? Yeah, the psychopath is a fox alright. But so are you.”...

...Jimin was taken aback by Jungkook's words, indeed he had learned from the best. He was going to have his fun and Jimin was a good target for his dagger-like words. He could see that the man was pained but still remained calm. Jungkook had lost his appetite and pushed the food to the side of the table. He calmly put down his chopsticks and stared back at his brother, a sly smile on his face. He knew he had struck Jimin and he wasn't finished. This is only round one, my dear brother....

..."Oh Jiminie hyung , you might still think I'm the stupid kid that was blinded by his love for his brothers, but I have changed. Quite a bit actually. I now know I cannot trust anyone, especially those who are cowards and leave."...

..."Oh you take me for a coward, Jeon Jungkook? I'm not our father."...

..."He fucked your mom, not mine. He is nothing of mine," he said leaning closer....

...Jimin was hurt, deeply hurt. Jungkook always knew his mother was not a subject he could touch, but now he was speaking ill of her and Jimin let his annoyance show. He stared back at Jungkook trying hard not to show him anything, but Kook could see. Jimin was pained and it showed all over, his smile turning bigger....

..."Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot the Kim, Park, Jeon family has a lot of mommy issues. My bad."...

..."You talk like someone who has nothing to lose, Kookie. Don't think that because the old man is dead, that you are off the hook."...

..." Aigoo hyung , if I didn't know you, I'd say you are threatening me with your empty words," he said with the biggest smile possible....

...Both were staring at each other, murderous intent filled the room. The sparks were flying everywhere and Jungkook had no intention to stop, he was having too much fun. He knew Jimin was not stupid, he had never been, but Jungkook's words had taken him aback and Kook was just enjoying the taste of blood. Just another psychopath for the family....

..."Well Jimin hyung, I have no intention to waste any more of your precious time. Feel free to go pay your respects to your father, God knows how much he missed his little bastard."...

..."Jungkook, don't act so high and mighty. You are just a kid that was abandoned on the doorstep, you are no better than him. Jimin, come with me." Jin had appeared out of nowhere and had now ended the fun Jungkook was having in the worst way possible, humiliating him....

...Jin was staring down at both of his brothers, disdain written all over his face. He despised Jimin and he had no more patience for Jungkook's attitude. He had finally become the head of the family and would now, finally, discipline those two the way he saw fitting. First step, humiliation. Seokjin was a master at that. Take someone's soft spot and step on it until it bleeds, once you see the blood, continue stepping on it. But Jungkook was not done with him either. Let's go to round two, dear brother....

..."And here we have him, the head of the Kim family. How are you feeling now that you are no longer going to get hit by daddy? Did you know that, Jimin hyung ? A 28 year old that still gets beaten by his dad when he messes up. Well you can rest now dear brother, the dead can't hurt you."...

..."Jungkook, that's enough. You are pushing your limits." This time the warning came from Jimin....

...Jungkook wouldn't have it, he was not finished with either of them. He was bubbling with rage and those two self-centered motherfuckers were going to listen to him for once in their life. Going to listen to all he had to say and he would not be interrupted....

..."Why would I stop? Did you guys stop trying to kill each other when I begged both of you and received all the blows from father? Did Seokjin stop or did he continue to push my finger back until it broke? Did you stop when I begged you to not say those words against Seokjin? Did father stop..." He was breathless again....

...This time it was not the air in his lungs that had ended, a hand was holding his throat and interrupting the air circulation. First, he thought the hand was Jin's, it would make more sense. But when Jungkook looked again, the hand on his neck was pale and small. Jimin. He was strongly holding Jungkook's neck and he had a small smile on his face. Kook was gasping for air as the hand held tighter, still he did not try to make Jimin stop. Death was more pleasant than what his life was at the moment....

..."My baby brother, your voice has become annoying. This is not how the Kim family does business. We are all going back home to talk and you will remain silent until you are allowed to speak again. Understood?" Jimin said in a calm voice....

...Jin left and Jimin followed, Jungkook remained seated for a while before he could rise and follow his brothers back to the house. He walked up to the front of the building and could see Seokjin sitting in a black car in front of the entrance. He walked past the doors and entered the car, sitting quietly beside his brother....

..."Go," Seokjin told his driver....

...The house was empty as always, but for some reason it felt like it was even more lonely inside that big white mansion. When Jungkook and Seokjin entered the house, they could see another set of shoes on the doorway, Gucci. Jimin had already arrived. The living room was filled with the smell of flowers from all the bouquets that had been sent because of their father's passing and Jimin was sitting on a chair in the middle of the bouquets. Jungkook got dizzy with the smell. Fucking flowers....

..."You have arrived. Great. Jungkook darling, remember to stay quiet. Can you do that for your hyungs?" Jimin asked in a sarcastic tone....

...Jungkook did not dignify him with an answer, instead he walked across the room towards the small bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey. If he was having this conversation, he would not have it sober. **** those two....

..."It would be polite to pour some for your brothers too."...

..."Pour your own shit, I'm not your bartender," he said while he sat down on the chair....

...Seokjin sighed while he poured the whiskey into two crystal cups, one rock of ice for each. He took the drink and placed it into Jimin's tiny hand, not bothering to look at him. He then sat down and let out a deep sigh while he stared at both of his brothers....

..."No reason for politeness with any of you, you are not worth it. I will talk, after I finish Jimin can talk and at the end we will decide if you get to talk too, Jungkook. You are fucking annoying and I don't have the patience to listen to your crap right now."...

..."Agreed," Jimin said as he took a sip and crossed his legs....

...Such a fucking diva....

...Seokjin stared at both of them as if organizing his own thoughts. He was too tired to be nice and polite to either of them. It had been a long day and his father was actually dead. That was the truth, they hated each other to the bones and their father was dead inside a coffin. That day could not get any worse....

..."I will not apologize to either of you for what I did or didn't do. You both deserved what you got and so did I. I am not in any way responsible for what the **** you do with your lives, but if you want to stay in the family business you will do as you are told. Jimin, if you came here to try to steal my position, I am sorry to inform you that I will have to kill you if you try. Jungkook, it's time you understood the family business and decided if you want to be a part of it or not."...

..."Oh this is so much more interesting than I thought it would be. You actually haven't told him anything? You are indeed a fox, Seokjin!"...

..."I wasn't finished and I will not be interrupted in my own house. We are a family, not by blood but by obligation." He took out a paper from his chest pocket inside his jacket. "You two were too stupid to realize, but you did sign a document."...

...Seokjin handed the document to the amused Jimin and let him have a look at it. Jimin laughed so hard the chair tilted back and he almost fell out of it. He stared at the document and read it through twice. The laughter grew louder every time he read the words....

..."So I am a possession of the family? You OWN me, Kim Seokjin?"...

..."I own both of you. You signed and that's it." Jin said as he folded the paper to put it back in his pocket....

...At this moment, Jungkook could not hold back anymore. What the **** did he mean by owning him? He was just a possession to his father and the family? What family? Everything was confusing and the alcohol was not helping. He opened his mouth to say something, but both his brothers stared at him with a look that told him to stay quiet. He gave up and gulped the last drop of whiskey in his glass. He stood up and poured another glass of whiskey for him, this time he put twice as much....

..."Now that this is out of the way, we can move on. Jungkook, do you have any idea what the family business is?"...

..."You are probably going to tell me we are necks deep in illegal shit, aren't you?"...

..."Yes."...

..."Well, we have a lot of money. We must be big then."...

..."Yes."...

..."So we are the biggest gang in Busan?"...

..."We are not a pathetic little kkangpae . We own Busan and some satellite cities. We are businessmen, but our business has more intricate nuances than the ordinary business. We only answer to the family from Seoul."...

..."Interesting..." Jungkook said while he took another sip of his drink....

...Jimin was thoroughly amused by now, he could see the anger in Seokjin's eyes and the lack of interest in Jungkook's, or so he thought. Jungkook stared at his drink for a while and then looked at both his brothers, expecting to see something. He wanted to know if he could speak his mind. Jin caught up on the unspoken question and then nodded lightly, Jimin understood and nodded too, a bit too intensely....

..."So we are a syndicate and I have to decide if I want to hang out with you criminals or if I want to leave? Wait. I can't leave. The family owns me. So I have no choice other than become a criminal like the both of you? Wow I love this family. So many choices!"...

..."If you are going to continue with this sarcasm, I will shut your mouth myself."...

..."Oh already the drug lord! So intense!" he clapped his hands....

...Jin was not at all amused at the stupidity Jungkook was spilling out of his mouth. In his mind, he was a spoiled little brat that needed to be taught a lesson. Seokjin knew exactly what he was going to do, he had the plan set out in front of him. But Jungkook knew nothing, he was just talking more than he should because he was in pain. He was sad and angry because no one had asked him how he felt, at this moment he finally exploded. Jungkook rose and threw the glass against the wall, breaking it into tiny pieces. Both his brothers flinched and stood on the edge of their seats....

..."Since I am tired of both of you, I will speak. Has anyone in this family ever asked me what I wanted to do? Any of you ever wondered what the **** Jungkook was feeling? Have any of these thoughts ever crossed your thick skulls? I NEVER GET TO CHOOSE! If I chose Jimin, I would disappoint and hurt Seokjin and vice-versa. If I chose to get another major, I would be beaten to death. If I chose to leave, you would hunt me down and bring me back. If I chose to befriend someone, that person would regret it five seconds later because they knew who the **** my family was." he was crying again....

...Neither Jin nor Jimin made a sound, they knew Jungkook was right. Still, no one could choose in that family. They never chose to be born into such a complicated world and they all just accepted their fate. Some people did it better than others. But Jungkook was a kid and he was angry. At that moment he did not think about the sacrifices both his brothers made and was solely focused on his own suffering. At this moment he made a grave mistake, to ignore their suffering and reduce their pain to something small. He would regret it later....

..."You," he stared at Jimin. "You went away! You left! You could have left all this behind but still you came back. Your greedy *** came back for more. You always wanted what Seokjin had, wanted his toys, his friends, his life and I bet you want his position now. You call others foxes, but you are a sly motherfucking fox yourself, you self-centered annoying ****!"...

...Jimin stared at him, the smile faltered for a second but it came back just as strong. He was amused and wanted to answer right away, but he was so curious to hear what Jungkook had to say about Seokjin. So he let the boy throw his tantrum at him, listening silently....

..."Oh and the almighty Kim Seokjin. YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH! You made my life miserable from the moment I set foot in this house. You are always looking down on people like everyone else was beneath you, like you were a god. You are shit! You only knew how to make people sad and break bones, that's all you are. That's all you know how to do. You are as pathetic as him, but at least he doesn't try to hide it like you."...

..."Jimin?" Jin said in a soft tone....

..."Can I go first? You don't mind it, do you?" Jimin answered sarcastically....

...Jin only nodded and Jimin got up. He walked past the youngest and reached the bar behind him. He poured himself another glass of whiskey and walked back to his seat. Jimin took a sip and crossed his legs again, resting the glass on the small coffee table in the center of the rug....

..."Well are you done with your tantrum? Good. You are a spoiled little brat who thinks he knows everything. You know nothing, my dear Kookie. You think I left because I wanted? Our dear beast of a father told me very nicely that he would kill my mother if I did not leave. I came back because I wanted to? I would live my whole life away from this place if I could, but my dear brother reminded me of my obligations and forced me to come back to fulfill them. So I did. Your stupid head is just too simple to understand any of it. So my dear brother, **** you." Jimin said calmly....

...Jungkook was startled by his brother's response, he had no idea. He never wondered what had happened to Jimin after he left, he just thought he was tired and ran away. He labelled him as a coward, as weak and Jimin was none of this. He felt desperate. He felt as if he had betrayed the only person that cared about him. Seokjin had not made a move, but now Kook was very much afraid of what was coming....

..."As Jimin said, you are a spoiled brat and indeed you know nothing about what we had to endure. Your life was hard? Tough shit, so was ours. You don't hear me throw a tantrum whenever things don't go the way I want them to go. There were so many times in my life when I wanted to just snap your pretty little neck, but I decided otherwise. And in all those moments, I was being merciful. You have no idea what our father had planned for you, no idea what I had to take in your place. So you are sad that you took a couple of beatings? Well, I am so sorry that it hurt, but life is like that. It's not pretty. And in the end, I had to kill my own father to save your sorry little ***. So you should at least bow the **** down to me, because I AM a god and I decided to let you live," he said while taking a sip of his glass....

...It was admirable how Seokjin could say the most fucked up things with a straight face and a calm tone. It was almost alluring. Jungkook was breathless and his head was spinning again. He felt as if he was going to throw up. What had he just heard? Seokjin had killed their father because of Jungkook? He had actually done that? The room spun twice and he fell to his knees, puking all over the rug. Jimin roared with laughter and this time he actually fell from his chair....

..."OH MY GOD, HE ACTUALLY THREW UP! Hyung did you see that?" Jimin said while he laughed out loud....

...Seokjin was unamused. He left the room and came back with a white cloth that he had wet on the kitchen sink. He bent his knees, cleaned the vomit on Kook's face and when he was done, he cleaned what was on the floor. It was mostly liquid, alcohol. Jimin stared at his brothers and gave them an intense look. He was intrigued. He stood up and walked towards them, kneeling as well....

...He took his small hand and ran his fingers through his little brother's hair, untying the small knots that had formed. Jungkook was half dead and half alive, not daring to look at any of the men that were kneeling in front of him. He had fucked up, big time. He spoke his mind and his mind was that of a child, clueless. He did not know what Jimin had endured nor did he know what Seokjin had done to protect him....

..."I am so...so...sorry, hyungs ." he finally mumbled, tears falling down his face....

...For the first time in a long time, Jungkook received a hug. Jimin and Jin exchanged looks and gave him what he so badly wanted, a hug. Both hugged him tightly, assuring him it would all be ok at the end of the day. But as of this moment, he was no longer free. He knew too much and he owed them too much. Jungkook had become part of the family he despised for so long. He was a member and he needed to learn fast, make sure he didn't **** it up....

...Jungkook was lying on his bed, recovering from all the fluids he had lost when he puked on Seokjin's favorite rug. He would have to deal with the aftermath of that later, but right now he had to make sense of what he had heard. His mind was racing and he did not know what to do at that moment. Should he beg Seokjin for forgiveness? Should he beg Jimin for forgiveness? Should he take out his own life? It would not be the first time. He thought as he looked at his bruised wrist....

...He got up from his bed and got out of the room, staring down the hallway and he could smell the faint vanilla scent mixed with smoke. Jimin was smoking. He was the only person Jungkoook knew that could smoke something as sweet and disgusting as that. He walked down the hall and found that the door to his brother's room was slightly open, the smell getting stronger. When he looked inside, Jimin was standing in his private balcony, playing with his cigarette between his fingers. ...

...Fucking disgusting. ...

...He entered the room and walked towards the balcony, startling Jimin who almost dropped the cigarette. ...

..."Want one? You used to steal my cigarettes all the time."...

..."Yeah, thanks," Jungkook said with his head dropping low. ...

...Jimin opened his pack of smokes and handed one over to Jungkook, lighting it as soon as the young man put it between his lips. He stared at his little brother for a while and then gave a light slap on his pale face. ...

..."Such an asshole," he said as he laughed and turned away from Jungkook, staring forward....

...Kook knew he deserved worse than that, but still he endured. Jimin could push him over the edge of the balcony of the second floor and he would be okay with that. He deserved every single punishment his brothers gave him. He stared at Jimin and became focused. He was extremely handsome and the parted blonde hair made him even more stunning. Damn, he was pretty. Jungkook liked both men and women, he could recognize beauty when he saw it. His eyes darted down and he could see Jimin's thick thighs in his tight jeans and his tiny waist hidden in his white t-shirt. He took a long drag and exhaled the smoke with a sigh. ...

..."See something you like, Kookie?"...

..."You look different."...

..."Different in a good way?"...

..."Different." he said in the end. ...

...Jimin laughed at his brother's remark and propped his chin on his arm that was propped up on the balcony railing. He sighed deeply and turned his head towards Jungkook again. He was sad. Not his usual sadness as in I've done something wrong, it was different. It was as if his eyes were saying:...

...You will hate me later......

...Jungkook was taken aback by his brother's expression and tried to make sense of it. Jimin could see his brother was confused and gave him a calm smile in return. He knew everything was wrong and soon it would all go to shit, but at least they had that moment. It was familiar and nostalgic, they were together again. Jimin was smoking his usual sweet cigarette and Jungkook was by his side. It took him four years to have him back, he did not want to let go anytime soon. ...

..."****!"...

..."What's wrong, Kookie darling?"...

..."Just wanted to blurt it out, I curse when I'm stressed."...

..."That's a bad habit, cursing doesn't suit that pretty face of yours. Promise me you will not use bad words if they are not needed, ok?" Jimin raised his tiny pinky and hung his hand in front of Kook's face. ...

...****, he had missed that. All those promises that once seemed meaningless, but now were so dear to him. Everything had to be a promise to Jimin, he needed that and Kook never once denied him it. He was not going to start now. He raised his hand and the fingers intertwined. ...

..."Kookie darling, at some point in your life you will have to choose. I just hope you remember this handsome brother of yours and make the right choice, ok?" Jimin said as he rubbed his knuckles on Jungkook's face. ...

...He nodded his head and agreed with a faint smile on his face. Jungkook felt as if he could be happy again, but at that exact moment he saw a faint shadow walk away from the bedroom door. When did Seokjin begin listening to other people's conversation behind the door? This was unlike him. His brother was always referred to as a gentleman, because that was what he was. No one would ever say he listened to other people through the door, this was something he could imagine Jimin doing. Something was off. ...

...Jungkook finished his cigarette and said good night to Jimin, walking out of the room in a hurry. He looked up and down the hallway and could not see anyone there, suspicious. Kook then proceeded to walk down the stairs while looking around, no one was in the living room. He walked even faster and soon reached the door for Seokjin's office, he knocked lightly. ...

..."Come in," a deep voice said. ...

...Seokjin had his checkered pajamas on and was sitting at his desk, staring at his computer. The sight was rather funny and Jungkook opened a small smile. Seokjin took off his glasses and stared back at the youngster with an arched eyebrow. Jungkook started to step closer and Jin shifted his focus to the boy's feet, as if to warn him not to come closer. He stopped as soon as he realized his brother wanted to maintain his distance and just sighed lightly. ...

..."Do you need anything or are you lost?"...

..."I wanted to talk to you."...

..."Talk."...

..."I am sorry for what I said earlier, I truly am. I was...am naive."...

..."You are many things Jungkook, but you are neither naive nor stupid. I did not raise you like that."...

..."How did you raise me?"Jungkook asked in a small voice. ...

...Seokjin would always berate his baby brother by telling him he was not raised that way, but he was always curious as to what Jin had in mind while he was raising Jungkook. It was the utmost truth that he had been brought up by his older brother, not anyone else. He owed Jin all that he knew. ...

..."I raised you to be smart and understand that we follow a moral compass. We do not mix ourselves with other people's dirty business and we respect hierarchy. But most importantly, we respect each other. That is what I thought about while I was raising you."...

..."Did I meet your expectations?"...

..."In many aspects yes, in others not so much. But you are still young," Jin said with a faint smile. ...

...This was a compliment, the highest Jin could give. His brother was not a man that gave out compliments lightly, people would spend a lifetime trying to please Kim Seokjin and could not receive a single word if he did not feel like the person deserved it. He was very hard to please and he did not bend to other people's will, so when he said those things, he meant all of them. ...

...Jungkook could feel the tears form in the corners of his eyes, but he smiled at his brother. He knew Jin was a hard person and at most times he did not understand his intentions, but at this exact moment he was happy. He did not disappoint Seokjinie. ...

..."Will you teach me?"...

..."No, but you will learn. Trust me," Jin said, staring back at his computer. ...

...He knew his brother was not actually working, Seokjin was most likely playing some stupid game on his computer and Jungkook smiled again. The oldest looked at him again and then looked at the door behind him, this meant that it was time for Jungkook to leave. He bowed to Seokjin and left the office, closing the door behind him. ...

...Back in his room, Jungkook was lying in bed again, staring at the ceiling. He had stolen another one of Jimin's disgusting cigarettes and was now smoking it as he lied down. There was more ash on his bed than on the actual ashtray, but he didn't care. Too much had happened in one day and he still felt dizzy. Apparently, his own brother had killed his father, the same one who had threatened to kill his brother's mother. Indeed Old Kim deserved even worse than that. ...

...For a while, Jungkook imagined how Seokjin did it. His father's death was declared as a heart attack, but did he use something to make that happen? Did he bribe someone to rule it as a heart attack, when he was actually murdered? Many questions popped up in his head. At this moment, his phone buzzed in the pocket of his sweatpants. He took out the small phone and could see that he had received a text from his brother. ...

... ...

...Seokjinie: I need you to wake up early tomorrow, we will have an important guest visiting. Dress nicely. ...

... ...

...JK: Ok, hyung...

... ...

...Seokjinie: Go to bed, I don't want you looking like a zombie tomorrow. Now. ...

... ...

...JK: ZZZzzzZZZ...

... ...

...Jungkook tried to be funny and he wanted to imagine that Jin had laughed at his text, but he knew his brother most likely ignored the message or rolled his eyes. Still he laughed at the text he sent. Such a stupid kid. But still he obeyed. He cleaned his bed and put the ashtray back on his desk. Kook jumped back on the bed and covered himself with the fluffy quilt. He liked fluffy stuff. ...

...--...

...The alarm went off and Jungkook rolled in his bed a bit before he turned to grab the phone that was playing his favorite song at the moment. He sat up on his bed and looked at the phone checking the time. ****, it was early. But he had obeyed his big brother and woke up as early as possible, the birds chirping outside of his window. ...

...He dragged himself to his bathroom, removing his t-shirt and staring at his muscular back in the mirror. The enormous black lilly covering most of his back, it's stem going down on the side of his thigh down to the back of his knee. He laughed at the sight and took off the rest of his clothes, getting into the shower. The only place Jungkook would sing was in the shower, even though most people told him he had the voice of an angel. He was just not confident enough to try to sing in a place where other people could hear....

...He closed the tap and tightened the towel around his waist, leaving his torso exposed. Jungkook opened the door of his bathroom and as he was walking towards his bed, Jimin went inside his room unannounced. They exchanged looks and Jungkook realized he had his back to the door, so Jimin could clearly see his tattoo. ...

..."WHAT THE **** IS THAT ON YOUR BACK, JEON JUNGKOOK?" he screamed at the top of his lungs. ...

...Jungkook was in trouble, he had the tattoo made after Jimin left and he had kept it hidden from Seokjin. His brother did not approve of tattoos at all. Jin always said that tattoos were worthy of criminals and ignorant people, warning Jungkook that he was neither. At this moment, everything had gone to shit as Jimin had seen his ginormous tattoo. ...

...He ran to his brother and put his hand over his mouth, stopping him from making another sound. Jimin had his eyes wide and tried to murmur something that Kook could not understand, he was definitely in trouble. ...

..."I will let go of your mouth, but you cannot scream another word ok?" he said in a soft voice. ...

...Jimin nodded and confirmed he would not scream again. Jungkook sighed and took his hand off of his brother's mouth, but still kept it close. Jimin was shocked and could not produce a single sound. Just like Jungkook, Jimin knew about Seokjin's deep hatred of tattoos, but unlike his younger brother, he knew exactly why. If Jin were to find out, Jimin was certain he would no longer have a younger brother after that. ...

..."Are you fucking insane? Do you have a death wish? Don't you know Seokjin hates tattoos? Turn around!" He said as he grabbed Jungkook and made him turn, so that he could see the tattoo up close. ...

...Jimin raised his finger and traced the outline of the tattoo with his index. Jungkook shivered slightly at the touch, but in the end he grew used to his brother's touch. Jimin was as curious as a cat and now that he had seen the tattoo he would investigate every single inch of that drawing until he was satisfied. Jungkook still had not said a word, he just let Jimin touch him. ...

..."Don't you hate lilies?"...

..."I do."...

..."How far down does this go?"...

..."Until the back of my knee."...

..."Did it hurt?"...

..."A lot," Jungkook said as he shivered, remembering the pain. ...

...His brother still had his fingers trailing up and down his spine, but Kook had become annoyed with the movement. He turned to face Jimin and looked his brother in the eye, making sure he was not supposed to mention what he had seen. Sometimes, many words could be conveyed in just one look. Jimin nodded and turned to leave the room, but before he did he looked back on the youngest and looked him up and down while he bit his lower lip. A disgusting smile appeared on his face and Jungkook growled at the sight. Fucking disgusting. The door finally closed. ...

...Jimin was too much sometimes, but he was harmless. He liked to have fun at other people's expense and Jungkook had grown used to it. Kook remembered the day his brother gave him his first taste of soju, it was his 16th birthday and his brother had bought a special edition of a rare soju just for the occasion....

...They both drank more than they could handle and at that moment, Jimin confessed to his darkest secret. Jimin liked men. Jungkook never judged his brother for what he was, since he also liked to have fun with the same gender, but he knew that if Seokjin or his father were to find out, he would probably end up dead in some ditch outside of Busan. So this became their ultimate secret. ...

...Years later, they both found out Seokjin already knew about that during a heated conversation they had. Jimin and his older brother were fighting for some stupid reason as always and Jungkook was trying to make them stop, in vain. Kook did not remember what exactly Jin said to Jimin, but at that moment he threw his fist in the direction of Seokjin's face, missing by an inch. The punch landed on Jungkook's face and while Jimin was busy apologizing to his younger brother, Seokjin made the most awkward comment a person could make at that moment. ...

..."I do not like being hit by another man, unlike you," Jin said in a deep voice. ...

...Jimin and Jungkook looked at each other and the only thing they could do was laugh. What the **** was that? Seokjin had just told them that he knew Jimin had weird fetishes when it came to sex, but did he have to say it like that? Seokjin left the room while they both laughed hard at that stupid sentence. ...

...The memory brought a small grin to his face as he continued to stare at the door for a few more seconds. He walked to his closet and picked a few clothes that he considered acceptable for a meeting with a visitor and Seokjin. All of the outfits he had picked were given to him by Seokjin, no chance of a mistake. ...

...Jungkook picked a pair of black pants, a shirt and a black jacket. He looked the part. If anyone was in his room at this moment, they would be able to see the sweet smile he had on his lips. He was proud of himself and he knew Seokjin would not be disappointed, that was the most important thing. He heard a faint conversation coming from outside of his door and he deduced that the guest had arrived. Jungkook styled his hair a bit more and quickly went downstairs. ...

...As soon as he reached the last step of the stairs, he saw the visitor Seokjin had mentioned. God he is handsome. The guest had a honey skin that looked extremely appealing in the grey suit he was wearing. He was tall and slim, maybe a bit muscular too. The suit was not letting Jungkook get the whole picture, but he already liked what he saw. ...

..."Jungkook, please come," Seokjin called him with a sweet voice. ...

...His brother was a very good actor. He could change his tone and facial expressions to make him look more appealing to people he was trying to impress. This was certainly someone important, otherwise Seokjin would not bother to make the effort. His tone was calm and his face looked almost as if he was happy. He looked at his younger brother and Jungkook could catch the faint smile that appeared on his lips. Jin had approved of the outfit. ...

..."Jungkook, this is Kim Namjoon," Jin said as he pushed Jungkook forward to greet the guest. ...

...Even his name is hot. ...

...Jungkook shook his head to make those dirty thoughts leave and extended his hand to the other man. He had a strong grip and his face was intense. The young man almost faltered but was able to maintain the grip. His effort made the other man smile slightly and he too seemed to approve of him. ...

..."Jungkook-ssi, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. You brother has told me a lot about you. All good things, I swear."...

..."I'm sure he did, sir. The pleasure is all mine."...

..."No, no," Namjoon clicked his tongue. "No reason to call me sir. We are family, you can call me hyung ," he said with a smile that made his eyes disappear. It could be called cute, but for someone like Jungkook, it just seemed fake. ...

...As soon as Namjoon said the word family , Kook understood who he was and what he was doing there. This was probably some big shot from the Seoul family and Seokjin was initiating Jungkook. Everything was going fast and now he was becoming someone from the family. He was excited, but he did not know if he liked that feeling or not. ...

..."Well, well," Namjoon took a sip of the tea. "Let's talk business, shall we?" ...

..."Jungkook will accompany you back to Seoul to help with anything you might need."...

..."He looks strong, he will be of great help." Namjoon took another sip of his tea, focusing on Jungkook. ...

...Weirdly enough, Jungkook got excited at the thought of living in Seoul for a while. He was going to miss Busan and his brothers, but this would make Seokjin proud of him. Now that he was indeed a member of the family, he should help his brothers and make sure that he did not disappoint either of them. ...

...The older men continued to talk for a while, but Jungkook did not pay much attention to that conversation. He was thinking about what he would do once he was in Seoul. He had been to that city many times in the past with his brothers, but he was never alone. The thought suddenly dawned on him and anxiety washed up on him. Jungkook had never been alone anywhere. He had never been left unaccompanied, he was either with one of the bodyguards Jin had assigned him, his driver, their servants or his brothers. ...

...Alone?...

...That thought brought a smile to Jungkook's face, but he was suddenly caught by his older brother. The smile vanished and he turned to pay attention to the conversation the two men were having. He was the subject....

..."Jungkook-ssi is young and inexperienced, but he looks like he learns fast. He is definitely a good acquisition for the family. Aigoo, the Busan Kim family is so lucky sometimes."...

..."Indeed he is and indeed he does. Jungkook is a good kid."...

..."Good, good. I will show him the way, Seokjin-ssi."...

...Jin acknowledged the information by bowing slightly to the other man. Namjoon actually looked younger than Jin, but his brother was extremely respectful of this person. Could this actually be the head of the Seoul family? He is so young. But then again, Jin was young too and he was the head of the Busan family and extremely respected too. Or feared. ...

...The two men stood up and headed inside Jin's office, he signaled with his head that Jungkook was not to follow them. His part had ended and he did a good job, he made Seokjinie proud. Jung-hwan came out of his brother's office and stared at Jungkook for a while. He was an imposing man but he had sweet eyes. ...

..."Don't worry kid, I am taking you to Seoul. Once you're there, someone will stay by your side. You won't be alone."...

..."Oh, thank you Jung-hwan hyung ."...

..."It's okay, just behave," he said in his usual stiff tone. ...

...Jungkook bowed to his brother's assistant and went upstairs back to his room. As he walked down the hallway, he passed by Jimin's room, the faint smell of vanilla was in the air. So fucking sweet. His brother was probably awake, so he knocked on the door a couple of times. The door unlocked and Jimin was staring at Jungkook, shirtless. ...

..."Yes?"...

..."Do you want to have breakfast? I haven't eaten yet."...

..."Ok, Kookie. Wait for me downstairs," Jimin said with a faint smile. ...

...Jungkook nodded, but he was taken aback by what he had seen. Jimin's body was covered in scars, they all seemed old but some of those were still red. Did Seokjin do that to Jimin? Or was it his father? The door closed again and Jungkook made his way down to the dining table. The staff had set a full breakfast for them and Jungkook set up two plates for him. ...

...A few minutes later, Jimin joined him. His brother stared at him for a while and Jungkook began to feel uncomfortable. Jimin had the type of eyes that could be extremely soft in a moment and uncomfortably intense in the other. He did not know why he was being stared at like that, but Jungkook felt afraid....

..."Are you going to eat all that?"...

..."Uh...yes?"...

..."Do you eat like that everyday?"...

..."Yes."...

..."Disgusting," Jimin said with a sigh. ...

...Jungkook stared at his brother with food falling down on his plate, his mouth was agape. Jimin did not pay him any attention, but you could see that he was displeased with the youngest. Jimin and food was always a topic at the house, but no one dared to touch it in front of him. From an early age, Jimin had caught up to his older brother and knew how to make people afraid with those intense eyes of his. No one dared to stand in his way and he liked it like that. When he knew he was no match to other people's intensity, he would use his looks. That never failed him. Disgustingly pretty. ...

...They both ate in silence and at some point Seokjin and Namjoon came out of the office. They could not see them directly, but one could hear the conversation. Jin had his soft voice and the other man was laughing. Weird. Their voice became fainter and Jungkook knew they were heading for the door. He got up, pushing his chair back and almost knocking it down. He startled Jimin, who groaned at him. He did not pay any attention to his brother and walked fast to the door. ...

..."It was a pleasure to meet you, hyung ."...

..."Politeness, I like that, Jungkook-ssi."...

..."Always."...

..."It is always refreshing to come down to Busan. Thank you for your hospitality Seokjin-ssi. I am excited to have your baby brother in Seoul with me. Goodbye," Namjoon said as he walked towards his car. ...

...Seokjin had his serious face again and Jungkook knew his brother was organizing his thoughts. His eyes dropped from his brother and focused on the man accompanying Namjoon. He was intense. He did not look Korean, but he was handsome nonetheless. He had broad shoulders and a caramel color in his hair. Pretty. ...

..."Jungkook."...

..."Yes, hyung ?"...

..."You will be leaving for Seoul in a week. Make sure you pack all of the right items. It is a cold city."...

..."Yes, sir."...

..."Jung-hwan will accompany you there and once you are in Seoul, I have assigned someone to take care of you."...

..."Thank you, hyung."...

..."Tomorrow you will accompany Jimin on a business trip to Daegu. Do not disappoint me," Jin said as he walked back inside the house. ...

...Jungkook was definitely excited, everything was happening so fast and he did not know how to respond. He was already going on a business trip and later he would go live in Seoul to help the main family. He did feel happy, but was it what he wanted for himself? Was it what he had imagined for his life? It did not matter anymore. This was his life now. Grow up, Jungkook. ...

...He sat back at the table and Jimin was still eating his fruits while he looked at his phone with a small smile. He looked up to Jungkook and the smile faded. He did not forget all those scars on Jimin's body and the thought of them made him sad. Like Jungkook, his brother never asked to be born into this family. As he said once, a name on a piece of paper meant nothing. It really did not, but this was not true for the Kim family. A stupid name meant a lot. Meant that you were bound to obey. ...

..."What is wrong, Kookie?"...

..."Oh...nothing...nothing at all."...

..."Doesn't feel like it." Jimin arched his brows. ...

...Jungkook had to lie, he could not bluntly tell his brother that he was worried about those scars. Jimin was close to Jungkook, but there were still limits that could not be crossed. Jimin's person al life was out of bounds and Kook knew that. He would never cross that line, not because he was afraid of what Jimin would do, but because he was afraid of the answer. He did not want to hear that his older brother hurt Jimin, that Seokjin was a psychopath like that. He indeed was, but he still had limits. ...

...The chair at the head of the table was pulled back and a man sat down. Seokjin. It had been years since Jungkook had gotten the chance to eat breakfast with his brother, so he was startled to see Jin sitting at the same table as him. ...

...Seokjin clicked his tongue. "First of all," he grabbed a bowl of rice and set it in front of him. "Tomorrow, Jungkook will go to Daegu with you, Jimin. Second, tonight both of you will meet me at the restaurant at 8pm. Look presentable."...

...He did not need to say anything else, they both would comply with whatever he told them to do. That was how it had always worked. Both brothers nodded compliantly and went back to their meal, not a single sound was made the whole time they sat there....

...Seokjin was the first to get up and left the house with Jung-hwan hyung . He had business to attend to in the city. Jimin stuck around for a while longer and even talked with Jungkook. The subjects were quite simple but it was still a conversation. Jungkook liked that, he had missed Jimin a lot. More than he cared to admit. ...

..."Get up kid, we are going shopping. I'm buying."...

..."Shopping?"...

..."You cannot go to Seoul with those pathetic video game t-shirts that you have. Seokjin would never forgive you if you stained the family name by wearing something inappropriate, would he?"...

..."Let's go," Jungkook said as he pushed back the chair and ran upstairs. ...

...This whole scene made Jimin laugh out loud, the chair wobbling in place. Before Jungkook disappeared upstairs, he told him he would wait for the youngest in the living room. As soon as Jungkook reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard Jimin on the phone. He was laughing loudly and seemed extremely happy to be talking to that person. The look on his face was...No way. Was it? Jimin looked in love. ...

...Jungkook was so taken aback by this that he did not even see the small piece of furniture in front of him. He hit his foot on the corner of the small table and was now screaming in pain. He probably broke his toe. Yes, it was definitely broken or maybe he was being over dramatic. When Kook looked up, Jimin was standing in front of him. He got startled again and almost fell backwards, Jimin held him in place. ...

..."Let's go baby boy, you drive," he said with a grin. ...

...Jimin had invited him, but he was the one driving. Fucking annoying. They went down to the garage and Jungkook unlocked his AMG GT 63 S Mercedes Benz. Jimin stared at him for a second and looked down at the car, he was unimpressed and Jungkook felt a tiny bit of annoyance. His brother truly was a judgmental bitch and he had learned to ignore it, but he had not dealt with that attitude for almost 4 years, so now it had become extremely annoying again. ...

...They both got into the car and before Jungkook could even turn it on, Jimin had already connected his phone to the media system and now the car was blasting some american song. Wait, was this Shawn Mendes? Jungkook looked at his brother who was focused on his phone, ignoring the youngest and his sour face. Fucking annoying. ...

...After hearing the whole of Shawn Mendes's discography, they arrived at a big fancy store. Kook parked the car easily and they crossed the street to enter the store. As soon as they set foot inside a tiny woman came to greet them. ...

..."Mr. Jeon, Mr. Park." she bowed to them. ...

...They both bowed back and the woman led them to a private room with endless racks of suits and all sorts of clothes. Jungkook walked up to a rack that had sweaters and coats and started looking closely at each of those pieces. Jimin was busy talking to the tiny woman, so Jungkook did not pay them any attention. He liked the hoodies and sweaters that were hanging from the rack, he wanted to buy them. When he turned back to his brother, Jimin had a disapproving look on his face that conveyed everything he needed to know. No hoodies. ...

...A few minutes later, the shop assistant was back with endless piles of clothes and Jungkook was going to have to try them all on. He sighed and went behind the curtains into his private dressing room with a few clothes for him to try on. They were all very fancy and all looked like clothes from luxury brands, then again Jimin had picked them and he was very much into luxury brands. This was going to be a long afternoon. ...

..."How do they look, Kookie?"...

..."Oh nice, I liked a few."...

..."Pick whatever you like, hyung is paying," Jimin said while he smiled. ...

...Jungkook knew his brother was smiling and he couldn't control the urge to open the curtains and stare at that smile. As soon as he snuck his head outside, he could see Jimin smiling. However, his smile was not directed at Kook, he was staring down at his phone and smiling brightly. He had the same expression as before, love. Kook could not hold back and he had to find a way to understand what his brother was feeling. ...

..." Hyung ?"...

..."Yes?"...

..."Are you seeing someone?"...

..."I..." Jimin choked on his words. "Am."...

...He did not know what to say anymore. His brother was actually seeing someone. He knew that it was hard for Jimin to truly be himself, especially in this line of work. Hearing that he had someone made Jungkook's heart warm up and he could feel the smile forming on his face. Seeing Jimin happy was enough for him. Both his brothers meant the world to him so their happiness mattered a lot. Still, Kook was worried. Seokjin knew about Jimin, but what about the other members of the family? Would they accept him just because he was the boss' brother? This line of thought was too sad and intense for that moment, Jungkook shook his head and came back to reality. ...

..."Can I meet him?"...

..."You will eventually, sooner than you think. Now, let me see those clothes on you," Jimin said with a big smile while he crossed his legs and propped his chin on the arm that was propped up on his knee. ...

...Their shopping spree lasted for a few hours, but it was finally over. Jungkook was tired and holding all the bags of clothes that Jimin had bought him. His brother could not be bothered to do anything apart from striding down the street to buy them coffee. Jungkook threw the bags in the trunk and walked around the car to grab his coffee from Jimin's hand. ...

...The iced americano slid down his throat like it was air, so good. He sighed and leaned against his car, Jimin handed him a cigarette. They smoked and drank their coffee silently. When they were done, they both got into the car and started to drive back to the house. ...

...Shawn Mendes was on again and Jungkook growled at the sound that now invaded his ears. Jimin was pleased with himself. They still did not speak a word until they reached the garage and Jimin helped Jungkook to take out all the bags from the trunk. ...

..."Kookie darling, I hope you know that you cannot mention what you learned today to Seokjin."...

..."I know, hyung ."...

..."Good, such a good boy." Jimin patted his brother on the head like he was a dog. ...

...Fucking annoying. ...

...--...

...Jungkook was waiting for Jimin to come down the stairs so that they could meet Seokjin at the restaurant. He was a bit worried they might be late. Seokjin did not do late. He could feel the sweat starting to form on his forehead. Jimin was finally ready and strode down the room like he was a princess in a fairytale. Such a diva. As quickly as possible, they got into the car that was waiting for them at the entrance and headed for the restaurant. ...

...Seokjin was sitting in one of the private rooms, drinking a glass of red wine. His younger brothers entered the room and were now sitting next to him at the big black table. Their glasses were filled with the red liquid and they were all silently drinking. It had been a long time since the brothers had gotten together to eat and drink at a restaurant, but something told Jungkook that this would not be an ordinary night. ...

..."I called you both here for a reason. Neither of you has a say and you will obey me, no matter what. Understood?" Jin said in a dry tone as he set his glass back on the table. ...

...Both Jungkook and Jimin nodded, confirming they had understood. As soon as they did, Seokjin let out a sigh and looked back and forth between the both of them. Jimin and Jungkook seemed to understand that something was off and they became apprehensive. ...

..."I must travel to Japan to take care of some unfinished business our father left behind, so I will be gone for a few months." He took another sip of his wine. "Jungkook you will do as told and help Kim Namjoon in Seoul. Do not disappoint me. Jimin, you will have to manage the family. Do not betray me or I will kill you."...

..."Our Seokjinie is always so dramatic. You know I am a better shooter than you," Jimin said sarcastically. ...

...Jungkook was extremely confused by that conversation, he did not think Jin could actually kill his brother, but what did Jimin mean by being a better shooter than Seokjin? Did Jimin actually use guns? He stared back at his older brother and nodded at him. They did not speak much during dinner, but now the three of them were smoking together in the room. ...

...The vanilla stench overpowering every single other smell in the room and you could see that Seokjin was bothered by it. Jungkook did not want his brothers to fight over something so small like that, so he just tried to imagine a topic that was good enough to grab their attention. When he looked back at Jin, he could see the murderous intent in his eyes and his hand laid on his hip. Was he going to shoot Jimin?...