Triple Update VIOLETS...

A treat for my sweets....

Taehyung gave himself some time to think. He don't know what he wants anymore neither he know what he should do next. Jungkook was still asleep and to his surprise, Jimin didn't say anything to him when he went for the dinner as Jin has sent someone to call him. Taehyung thought that Jimin will kill him with his deadly glares only but the short heighted boy was silent the whole time, he didn't even looked at the blonde.

He was still wondering why jungkook became so angry when he called himself a slut. Jungkook's possessive words from the party, his slap when Taehyung called himself a slut and then Jin's words were messing with his mind.

His mind and heart were in a debate.

But he stopped himself from coming to a conclusion just yet.

He wants to wait for Jungkook to wake up so that he can directly ask every question that was whirling in his mind. It was late in the night and he was lying in his bed thinking about everything he did since he met Jungkook and every little thing that the ravenette did for him till now. He didn't realised when the sleep took over him.

On the other hand, the ravenette was still lying in his bed unconscious. It has been almost two and a half days since he was made to lose his consciousness. Jin had monitored his condition and went to sleep.

Sometime after midnight, the ravenette stirred in his sleep and his fingers moved. He opened his eyes slowly to the darkness and felt his throat dry. After a few moments of lying still, he sat up to drink water placed on the nightstand. Jin never forgets to place everything that the ravenette might need after he wakes up.

Once his throat soothed, he placed the glass back on its place and looked around him.

And then he realised that he was out again.

And as he thought back to what happened before he passed out, images of Taehyung shouting at him and him losing his temper flashed in front of his eyes. His eyes teared up remembering how Taehyung accused his intentions when he actually was trying to be a better person, how he doubted his care and affection, how Taehyung told him that he has no right to tell him what to do and what not to.

Jungkook felt it difficult to breathe properly remembering how he had slapped the only person he wanted to protect from everyone, how he was ready to plunge onto him and do God knows what....he was so thankful that his golden five stopped him at the right moment.

But what hurted him the most was what Taehyung said to him.

He don't have a heart.

He felt his heart bleeding in pain recalling blonde's words. A tear rolled down his cheek when he placed his right hand on the left of his chest where his heart was beating.....beating for Taehyung.

How better it would have been if he really didn't have had a heart.

He composed himself immediately. It was his habit....a habit to stop anyone from hurting him. He lifts up his guards when someone tries to hurt him but this time, it didn't helped.

His heart screamed to have a look at blonde. It wanted to see that he is still there, that Taehyung hadn't left seeing his ugly face where he don't even realises what he does next.

Taking a few deep breathes, he stood up hastily and walked out. The corridors were dark and no one could be seen but it didn't matter to him. He stopped only when he was in front of Taehyung's room.

Taking a deep breathe again to calm his racing heart, he pushed the door a little to see if it was unlocked and to his surprise, it WAS unlocked. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows.

What if someone else was trying to get inside?

But his anger vanished when his eyes fell on the sleeping beauty ad the blonde forgot to switch off the light. He closed the door behind him silently and walked over to the blonde slowly who was sleeping peacefully.

The ravenette sat down on the bed hesitantly, his heart jumping in happiness but remorse took over his senses as soon as his eyes landed on Taehyung's cheek where Jungkook's fingerprints from the slap earlier were still present.

Those faded blue marks on Taehyung's beautiful face made Jungkook angry at himself.

He didn't realised when his fingers went to remove the hairs falling over his face. His hesitant fingers traced the faded mark on Taehyung's cheek, as if it was hurting him more than the blonde.

Jungkook stood up and went to the washroom to get the first aid kit. He did everything so silently not to disturb his sleeping princess. Once he came back, he sat down and took out the soothing cream.

Taking out a small amount of cream, he very carefully applied it on Taehyung's cheek who woke up at the contact of cold crème but didn't opened his eyes.

''I am sorry, princess.....I never wanted to hurt you. You were right, I am a monster. I promised myself that I will always protect you but see, I hurted you myself.....I want to change for you, but I don't think I will ever be able to. I have so many faults....I know I don't deserve your forgiveness....but please don't leave me...'' Jungkook pleaded in a whisper, his fingers still rubbing cream on Taehyung's cheek.

Blonde felt himself tearing up. He didn't know what he was feeling but he wanted to open his eyes and have a look at the ravenette. It has been three days and he hadn't got even a glimpse of him, his heart was shouting at him to just open his eyes and see that face but he wanted to hear what Jungkook was saying.

He wanted to know why the Mafia leader was doing all this.

Jungkook kept sitting there for so long, his eyes not leaving Taehyung's face even for once as he played with Taehyung's hairs making it hard for Taehyung to keep still, to keep his eyes closed, to keep his tears inside his eyes, to keep his emotions in check.....he was finding it hard to control his fast beating heart, his strong feelings for the mafia leader.

'' I hope you don't hate me as much as I think, Tae.'' Jungkook said to an over conscious Taehyung who was listening every little thing. His breathe hitched when Jungkook leaned in and placed a warm kiss on his forehead. His mind short circuited as his heart took over him.

''I am not heartless, princess....I also have a heart and you made it alive, you taught it to beat.'' Jungkook took Taehyung's hand in his own and placed it on his heart.

''And I don't know how to make it understand that you hate me.'' The mafia leader said weakly, his eyes watering and he sniffled. Taehyung felt his heart squeezing hearing Jungkook's weak voice and sniffle.

Taehyung felt the heartbeats under his palm, he felt how fastly it was beating. The rhythmic contraction and expansion of a living heart....Taehyung felt it all. The blonde wanted to say that he don't hate him...this is the truth, Taehyung don't hate him....not anymore.

Just when he thought of opening his eyes, Jungkook spoke up again.

''I'll do everything to earn your forgiveness, doll.'' With that, the ravenette kissed the back of his hand and placed it on the bed carefully and stood up,switched of the lights Taehyung had forgot to switch off before falling asleep and went out after having one more look at the sleeping boy.

Once Taehyung heard the door closing, he opened his eyes and sat up immediately, his hand went to his heart subconsciously which was beating like it hadn't beat in years.

''W-What was he doing here?'' He asked to himself, his eyes still glued to the door.

''H-He was here to apologise?... He said he is sorry. H-...He was asking for my forgiveness?.'' The blonde asked to himself. His heart shouted in agreement while his mind warned him again.

''Don't let him play with you again, Tae....he was just acting...like he does always.''

''B-But he didn't know I was awake....did he? Why would he act if h-he know I was sleeping?'' Taehyung asked to his mind. He wanted his heart to win this argument. Jungkook's words and his weak voice made Taehyung so emotional.

''He is a Mafia leader....he is a Devil, Tae...He don't have a heart.'' His mind warned.

'' Then what did I hear....if it was not his heart, then what it was which was beating so fastly, just like my own heart?.'' Taehyung asked to himself and this time, his mind was speechless.

It didn't have a reply because Taehyung really heard a beating heart inside Jungkook, the cold, ruthless Mafia leader.

I can't kill you, Jungkook....I don't have it in me to see you dying, but I need to end this game now. Its time for everything to be over.....No more hide and seek, no more pain.''

Taehyung decided and tried to go back to sleep while Jungkook, after going out of Taehyung's room, went to the terrace where he had planned to confess his feelings to the blonde, where he dreamt of giving his everything to Taehyung, where he wished Taehyung to accept him with all of his faults and flaws....where he wanted Taehyung to give him a chance....a chance to love him.

But now, looking at the preparations he had done for making the day special for both of them, he felt his heart crying. The rose petals have flew in every direction due to wind, the drapes he wanted to be used especially for making the whole place look royal, they were entwined with each other. The candles were now melted wax only,The fairy lights were off and the place, which two days ago looked so beautiful and lively, it was looking so desolated.

A tear rolled down Jungkook's cheek. He don't know if he would ever be able to confess his feelings now because according to him, Taehyung will not even spare him a glance. He was so angry at himself for ruining everything.

He walked ahead and picked up the glass which were placed there to celebrate the moment with the champagne and clutched it tightly in his hand which raised to slap the blonde on the day when he planned to promise Taehyung that he will never let anyone hurt him, the day when he wanted to promise Taehyung that he will always keep him happy, loved, contented and protected.

The glass broke at the pressure Jungkook applied and pricked his hand, making blood run out but the ravenette didn't stopped. He wanted to punish himself.

The cut kept getting deeper and more blood flooded out but Jungkook didn't felt any pain except the pain in his heart. He don't know how to make his heart understand, he felt so helpless.

He was alone since years but it never hurted him like it was paining today. He, for the first time in his life after years, wanted someone to hug him, comfort him, say sweet nothings in his ears, tell him that everything will be fine and for the first time in his life, he felt defeated, unsuccessful and unable to control his emotions.

So he let it out.

He shouted.

A cry.

A heart breaking, heart wrenching cry that can make anyone shake in agony.

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