Jeon Jungkook
Age 23
Ceo of jeon enterprise
Number 2 richestman in Korea
Rival's of Kim
Hate Kim taehyung from the bottom of the heart
Weekness only Kim taehyung
One and only child of his parents
Divorced
Kim taehyung
Age 19
Now staying at a shady house with his brother yoongi.
Loves jeon Jungkook from the bottom of heart
Weekness Jungkook and his family
His more details will be revealed slowly.
Divorced
Kim yoongi
Age:27
Love his family only
Father figure to Kim taehyung
His more details will be revealed slowly
More characters will be revealed slowly
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The cramped, dimly lit cabin felt like a cage, its walls echoing with the soft, broken sounds of Taehyung's sobs. Yoongi sat beside him on the worn, thin mattress, his arm a steel band around the younger boy's trembling shoulders. The scent of pine and stale air hung heavy, doing little to mask the raw, aching sorrow that filled the small space.
"Tae-tae, let's go home now, baby," Yoongi murmured, his voice a low, rough rasp, utterly devoid of its usual dry wit. He gently ruffled Taehyung's soft, tear-dampened hair, the familiar touch a desperate attempt to soothe the inferno of pain raging within them both. "Hyung can't see you like this."
Taehyung shook his head, a desperate, almost feral denial. His face was blotchy, streaked with tears, his usually vibrant eyes swollen and dull. "No, Hyung," he choked out, each word a fragile whisper. "He will come back to me. He is just angry, so angry, but he will… he will come back." His voice, though barely audible, carried the heartbreaking conviction of a belief that was actively tearing him apart.
Yoongi's jaw clenched, his knuckles whitening as he gripped Taehyung tighter. The bitter taste of betrayal filled his mouth, sharp and acrid. "He gave you divorce, Tae. Do you understand? Divorce. He slapped you. I never even raised my voice at you, never laid a hand on you, and he… he fucking slapped you in front of me." The last words were spat out, laced with a venomous fury that simmered beneath his carefully controlled exterior. A low, dangerous rumble vibrated in his chest. "If it wasn't for you, Taehyung, if it wasn't for your foolish, unwavering love for that bastard, I would have put him six feet under by now. Six feet under, and I wouldn't have blinked."
Taehyung flinched at the raw violence in Yoongi's tone, but his belief remained unshaken, a fragile shield against a brutal reality. He looked up, his tear-filled eyes, wide and pleading, fixing on Yoongi's hardened face. "He was angry, Hyung. Someone must have given him the wrong idea about me. Please, just give him some time, Hyung. He will come back."
Yoongi stared down at him, his expression an unreadable mask of cold rage and profound despair. What could he do? This boy, barely an adult at nineteen, had been his world, his responsibility, since their parents' death. Yoongi, at twenty-seven, had been forced into a role far beyond his years, becoming both brother and parent, his life irrevocably dedicated to protecting this fragile, precious being. To see him shattered like this, heartbroken over a man who had shown him such cruelty… it was a wound to Yoongi's very soul.
He did the only thing he could in that moment of helpless anguish. He pulled Taehyung closer, crushing him against his chest, burying his face in the younger's hair. "Look at me, Taehyung," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Do you believe me?"
Taehyung nodded, his head pressing against Yoongi's shoulder. "More than me, Hyung," he murmured, his voice muffled but resolute.
Yoongi looked at him then, a flicker of something akin to desperate admiration in his dark eyes. This boy, so broken, yet so trusting. "Then promise me one thing," he said, his voice gaining a chilling edge of finality. "If he doesn't come back to you, on his own, before we go back to our own house, and ask for forgiveness… you will never go back to him. Do you promise me, Taehyung?" It was a desperate gamble, a plea born of both love and fear.
Taehyung's breath hitched, a fresh wave of sobs tearing from his throat. The thought of a life without Jungkook was a chilling void, a desolate landscape. He just wanted Jungkook, his Kookie, to return. "He will come back, Hyung," he wept, clinging to that faint, agonizing hope. "He will."
Meanwhile, in the Opulent Prison of Jeon Villa...
The air in Jeon Jungkook's sprawling, sterile villa was thick with a different kind of silence – a suffocating vacuum of rage and self-loathing. He stood by the panoramic window, overlooking the meticulously manicured gardens, but his eyes saw nothing. His mind was a tempest of bitter memories and searing justifications.
I divorced him in a day because I have power. The thought echoed with a hollow, unsatisfying triumph. I fucking slapped him. I insulted his brother. Still, he begged me to stay. A phantom ache, a ghost of doubt, flickered in his chest. His eyes screamed innocence. He brutally suppressed it. But I can't forget what he did. He cheated on me. He tried to seduce my role model, Kim Namjoon, just because of money. I'm also the number two richest man in Korea. I could have given him whatever he wanted. But he wanted more. He lived in a shady place, a cabin in the woods, and I brought him into my villa. I gave him fucking luxury, a life he could only dream of. I even brought his brother with me, even though he was just a burden. I introduced him to my society, showcased him. I married him, and only two days after our wedding, two days! I caught him with another man.
A single, hot tear, a traitorous drop of pure pain, escaped his eye, tracing a scalding path down his rigid cheek. He swiped it away with a furious hand. I loved him. Truly. Desperately. But I will never forgive you, Kim Taehyung. Never. I will make your life a living hell. The vow, cold and hard, solidified in his mind, replacing the lingering ache of betrayal. I'm coming, Kim Taehyung. As your worst nightmare.
Back in the Shady Cabin...
Taehyung lay curled in Yoongi's protective embrace, finally, blessedly, succumbing to an exhausted sleep. He couldn't sleep without the warmth and comfort of a cuddle, a vulnerability Yoongi instinctively understood. Yoongi, however, was wide awake, his mind a furious, desperate churn. Tae is my child. The thought resonated deep within his bones. He had fulfilled every single wish of Taehyung's since their parents' passing, no matter how outlandish. He had to fix this. He couldn't stand by and watch his baby brother slowly, agonizingly, wither away from heartbreak. Even though every fiber of his being screamed in protest against approaching that brute, Jungkook, Yoongi made up his mind: he would talk to him. He would tell him everything, explain the truth, if it meant pulling Tae back from this precipice of despair.
A sudden, jarringly loud bang, like an explosive thunderclap, ripped through the quiet morning. Taehyung's eyes shot open, wide and startled, his body tensing in Yoongi's arms. Yoongi hugged him tighter, a protective growl rumbling in his chest, trying to calm the younger's sudden terror. After a long, tense moment, when the echoes of the noise finally faded, they both cautiously moved towards the single, rough-hewn door of their one-room cabin.
Their jaws dropped.
The front of their 'shady house' was in ruins. A section of the wooden porch lay splintered, a clear sign of forced entry. Standing amidst the wreckage, a chilling smirk playing on his impossibly handsome face, was Jeon Jungkook. His eyes, though dark and furious, held a strange, desperate glint.
"Aw, look at this," Jungkook drawled, his voice dripping with icy disdain, yet underscored by a sharp, cutting edge of something akin to hurt. "Poor little Tae-tae. Again, you come crawling back to this… shady place. Didn't your sugar daddy take you back? Did Namjoon finally get tired of your gold-digging ways?" The words were meant to wound, to inflict a fraction of the pain he felt, but they tasted bitter on his own tongue.
Yoongi moved instantly, placing himself squarely in front of Taehyung, shielding his brother from the venomous words. His blood boiled, a furious inferno threatening to consume him, but he forced himself to breathe, to remain calm for the sake of the younger, who was trembling visibly behind him. With an almost superhuman effort, he kept his voice level, devoid of the rage that threatened to erupt.
"Kook," Yoongi said, his tone dangerously controlled, "I know you're angry. You have every right to be. But don't you think you should at least give him a chance to explain? After dating him for two months, you came to me with a marriage proposal. Didn't I warn you then? I told you to take more time, to truly know him. But what did you fucking say then, huh?" His voice rose slightly, the indignation bleeding through. "Now, because someone whispered a rumor or shoved some fabricated pictures in your face, all your grand declarations of love are gone? Where is the trust you swore you had? You could have asked him, Kook. You could have talked to him. But you just threw divorce papers in his face, without a single explanation, in just two days after the wedding! My brother loves you, Kook. Talk to him."
Jungkook let out a bitter, hollow chuckle, a sound devoid of humor. "Hyung," he spat, his eyes blazing, "I saw him in a mini-skirt and a crop top, hugging Kim Namjoon and kissing him. Kissing him, Hyung! The man I introduced him to! In these two months we dated, he never once let me even touch him beyond a chaste hand-hold. He never cross-dressed in front of me, never wore anything remotely revealing for me. Even after our marriage, he said he had something important to tell me, and until then, he didn't want any physical contact. I even agreed to this, Hyung! I respected his wishes! But he fucking went and seduced another man the day after our marriage!" Jungkook didn't know what he was saying, the words pouring out in a torrent of pain and rage, anger completely consuming him, twisting the truth into a weapon.
Yoongi's jaw was clenched so tightly he thought it might shatter. His own anger warred with the desperate need to fix this, to save his brother's marriage. Despite the simmering fury, he managed to force out, "Just talk to him, Jungkook. Please."
Jungkook violently shook his head, his eyes cold and hard. "I came here for our wedding ring," he bit out, the lie thin and sharp. "It's expensive, and I don't trust his poor ass to keep it. He'd probably sell it for a month's rent in this dump." The reality was, he had been haunted, obsessed, compelled to see Taehyung in these past two months. This younger boy, this infuriating, beautiful Kim Taehyung, had captured his entire, unsuspecting heart, and he was terrified.
Taehyung's heart clenched at Jungkook's cruel words, a fresh wave of pain washing over him. The thought of losing the ring, the last tangible symbol of their shattered marriage, sent a desperate tremor through him. He wanted to run, to hide, to deny everything. But before he could even move, Jungkook grabbed his hand, his grip like steel, cold and unyielding.
"Give me the ring, Tae," Jungkook demanded, his voice low and menacing, filled with a brutal coldness he didn't truly feel, but desperate to hurt. "It's way too expensive for someone like you. You're not worthy of it. You'll just sell it after a few days. Show some respect to yourself and just give it to me." Taehyung began to squirm in his hold, his eyes wide with desperate defiance, tears silently streaming down his face. He didn't want to give it up. It was special to him.
Yoongi, seeing his brother's distress, lunged forward, a growl tearing from his throat, ready to tear Jungkook limb from limb. But Jungkook, blinded by his own pain, his anger a roaring fire, instinctively shoved him away. Yoongi stumbled backward, crashing heavily onto his back with a pained grunt.
Taehyung yelped, a strangled cry of terror and concern, immediately dropping to his knees beside Yoongi, his hands flying to his brother. He didn't utter another word, didn't make another protest. His eyes, fixed on Yoongi's pained face, hardened with a new, quiet resolve. With trembling fingers, he carefully, deliberately, took off the wedding ring. It felt like tearing a piece of his own flesh. Without a sound, without even looking at Jungkook, he placed the ring into the larger man's outstretched palm.
Jungkook froze, the heavy gold of the ring feeling suddenly like a lead weight, scalding his skin. He hadn't meant to hurt Yoongi. He respected the older brother, knew how fiercely Taehyung loved him. The sudden, silent surrender from Tae, the stark pain in his eyes as he looked at Yoongi, not him, punched a hole through Jungkook's rage. He didn't dare to say another word. He simply turned, the heavy ring clutched in his hand, and walked away, leaving behind the shattered porch, the broken hearts, and the silent, burning promise of a family scorned.
MY BROTHER IS WORTH EVERYTHING. AND SOON, JEON JUNGKOOK, YOU WILL REALIZE IT. The silent vow echoed in Yoongi's furious mind as he watched Jungkook's retreating back, gently cradling his heartbroken baby brother.