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You lifted me high.
Like Icarus who's been given wings to fly for the first time. I was in the state of ecstasy, my head was light and fuzzy. It's as if all my troubles in the world is none existent. The bliss of being in your arms is too much for my heart to handle, but I loved it nonetheless. I loved you nonetheless.
I was alone for the majority of my life, never really made friends that stayed. It was fine by me. I get to focus on my studies better that way; I would reason. It was during high school that my dull days was suddenly coloured with your presence. I joined the music club with hopes that I'll get to see music from a different perspective; the perspective of an idol. I had big dreams of auditioning to entertainment companies; to be able to go around the world and spread my music. But meeting you in that club, strumming your guitar strings alone, my dream changed. Being with you became my dream.
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Jungkook could only stare in awe as he grasped unto the microphone tightly. In the corner of the room where there's stacked desks and chairs by the open window; a well toned and handsome man made magic through his fingers. With every strum of a chord on the guitar strings, a sweet tune played out, filling the whole room with its grace. As if a sound that came from the heavens appear with every flicker of his finger on those metal strings, a wash of unknown emotions overwhelmed Jungkook.
The music was so raw and so beautiful, something someone would expect from a violin or piano. However, this music came from a guitar that a mere high school student is playing. The music is telling a story, a story of finding love and making promises to still be together till the next life.
Jungkook met eyes with the guitarist. He flushed as the man smiled broadly at him before inviting him over. He swallowed his saliva before lifting his feet and headed to the man's side. They exchanged flustered looks but didn't say anything.
The man began playing the same song once more, however his eyes are now trained unto Jungkook's large oxen-like eyes. For a moment, the other people in the room are none existent. Their chatters just all faded in the background. All Jungkook could focus on is the sweet music coming from the man's guitar and the man's thin and slanted coffee ground eyes.
Finally, the man's song has ended, and so has their staring session. They got closer to each other unconsciously, yet the both of them made no move in backing away despite realizing their situation.
"I'm Kim Namjoon, 5th grade; you?"
"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook, 4th grade."
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Since that day, I was your muse, I was your inspiration. You wrote lyrics of love and wanton for me. You can't sing so I will. Together, we play these written works of yours at the school plaza. You'll play your guitar while I sing. We were making small cash from the tips our schoolmates and teachers were giving. With the money we earned, we would have convenience store dates; buying cup ramen and just sitting beside each other to eat, gazing to one another from time to time.
You always find me amusing from the amount of junk I consume; constantly reminding me about my health and such. You would throw smart words like; "hypernatremia" or "hyperglycemia". Not only that, but you would also remind me to stay hydrated, constantly reminding me to drink water and not just banana milk all the time. I find your actions appealing.
No one has cared for me so much before... Born with the absence of a father and a constantly working mother, no one was there to reprimand me on what I ate. I find home and comfort in your words.
Like your music, I was enchanted once more. My heart was hammering against its walls, like a trapped beast awaiting to escape. I did not know this feeling before... I did not realize what I was feeling. All I remember is wanting more for your care, wanting to feel you in my arms.
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A light drizzle of rain but nothing serious. Jungkook's oxen eyes were fixated on the rain falling against the window pane. It was cold in the convenience store, the steam emitting from his cup ramen gave his face moisture. Unknowingly, he had his thin pink lips slightly parted as he watched droplets cascade down the window.
"Your ramen wouldn't be warm for long."
Jungkook turned around and giggled. Fog has formed on Namjoon's glasses, making the latter look quite silly.
"Yes, yes. How about you take your glasses off, Namjoon-ssi?" Jungkook teased, knowing how much Namjoon loathed to be labelled as such. Namjoon groaned before shaking his head. He turned to the side, gesturing at his notepad and pen laying on the table with his nose. "As you can see, I'm busy writing." Scribbles and random doodles were etched on the paper, along with lyrics Jungkook can barely see due to his very small yet pristine handwriting.
"Oh, let me hear some lyrics! I want to see what you need to be working on right now instead of eating." Jungkook insisted, slipping his slender fingers in a packet of Maltesers. He popped two Maltesers balls in his mouth as he stared at Namjoon expectantly. "It's actually a poem..."
Jungkook popped a Maltesers ball in his mouth before nodding. "I still want to hear it. I find your words beautiful always."
Namjoon visibly flushed but nodded.
"Gleaming like the moonlight reflecting on the dark sea, I'm lost as to how beautiful those eyes can be. Easily distracted, I find you so adorable my heart exploded. My words right now are lame, from my other poems, this isn't the same. For this song has a special end, Jeon Jungkook, will you be my boyfriend?"
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I said yes of course. Your proposal was just so adorable and so sudden, I choked on a Maltesers ball.
You don't know how elated you made me feel that day. In the rain we ran and got ourselves soaked wet before sharing our first kiss in the middle of the empty road with soaked clothing and hair. The next day, we missed school because we caught a cold, but we Face Timed each other the whole day despite me just laying and rolling around in bed the whole time.
Since then, we went on dates, slept over at each other's places, make out during study hall and all that dumb couple stuff. I learned more about you and learned you were from a rich family. Your parents loved me and I loved them back. They acted like real parents should to me. I felt comfort in them, and you're happy in learning so.
For years, we were happily in a strong relationship. We made money from our songs that made it to big companies. By the 7th year, you were given a chance to be a producer, and you took it. I remember being so happy for you, happy that I'm in a beautiful relationship with a successful man.
You have graduated before me and juggled college with your work. I can't help but admire you for that. On my graduation day, you did something I didn't expect at all.
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"Jeon Jungkook, will you do the honours of marrying me and becoming my wife?" Kneeling down on the granite pavement, a hundred eyes on them, and the both of their families watching in expectancy.
Jungkook's heart was aflame. Not once did he expect to be in this spot- this situation. He never once thought he'll get proposed to in his life. However, he looked at the one before him; the one who offered to take care of him for the rest of their lives and make him happy. Namjoon, the man he loved for so long, the man who made him very happy the whole time they've been together, and the man who belongs in a rich family that can definitely support them in the future.
"Yes! Yes! Of course!" Jungkook cried out loud before squealing as Namjoon slipped the beautiful diamond ring into his fingers before lifting him up and swinging him around. Tears of joy appeared on both of their eyes as they leaned close to each other for a sweet kiss. Jungkook swung his arms around Namjoon's neck and moved their heads closer.
Jungkook pulled away from the kiss and rested his head on Namjoon's shoulder, extending his hand out to admire the pretty ring on his finger. He's only 18, but he knows he made the right choice of saying yes to Namjoon. What would it change anyway? He'll go to college together with Namjoon, as his wife and best friend. Or maybe he wouldn't go to college at all and apply at the entertainment agency that Namjoon is working on as an idol.
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A pot fell and broke. There was a turbulence in Icarus' flight. Some would say I made a stupid decision. Some would straight up say I was a fucking idiot. But back then, I knew that I would've covered my ears and refuse to listen at all. I was blinded with love; blinded like one who's trapped in a blizzard with fog in my goggles; blinding myself the more I breathed.
Looking back, I should've tossed that dammed ring the moment those words left your mouth. But I was so scared to lose you. So I stood there, pliant to your words, accepting what you asked me to, cowering at the title you gave yourself in my life; husband.
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"Baby, you should stay home. I'll do the work and work hard for the both of us. You should relax here at home and take care of the house." Namjoon said, taking Jungkook's hand and caressing it before lifting it up to his lips. Jungkook was quick to retract his hand back, however.
"B-but I want to be an idol. I want to help you!" Jungkook tried to say, directly looking into Namjoon's eyes which was a mistake. The dark look in Namjoon's eyes scared him, but he wouldn't back down just yet. He's still 19, not underage, and he believes he'll be a good idol. If he'll do good, he could make a lot of money and help the both of them.
"Baby, I don't want you to be an idol. Your agency would force us apart and make you date some random person."
"But-"
"They would also force you to wear revealing clothing," Namjoon tugged at Jungkook's skirt as he said that, "and do lewd or suggestive dances. There are many lascivious people out there in this industry that I don't want you to get in contact with. Do you understand where I'm going with this?"
Jungkook let out a whine and pouted as he looked down and hung his head in sadness. His husband is right. He shouldn't be showing too much skin, much less open and spread his legs apart for a dance step when he's married.
"But can I go to college? I'll take nursing!" Jungkook looked up, hoping his husband would agree this time but was only met once more with a disapproving gaze. "Nursing? Baby, we would barely meet if you take that course- much less when you have the job! Why don't you just stay here at home? Do some work from home if you truly want to, even if there's no need. I've missed you so much during work and school, I'll miss you more if we can't even meet at all! Just stay at home and let me take care of us, alright?" Namjoon smiled at him before kissing his forehead endearingly.
Jungkook wanted to protest. He wanted to say that he'll go to college and work as well, so it'll be fair for the both of them. He doesn't want to feel inferior in a way or lacking, but if that's what his husband wanted for him, then he should go with it.
"O-okay, Joonie..." Jungkook smiled, looking up at his husband who smiled broadly at him. "That's right. Let your hubby do the work. Allow me take care of us. Let me come home to you after a day of hard work." Namjoon began to kiss Jungkook's neck while he slithered his hand under Jungkook's skirt.
Jungkook didn't protest any more and let Namjoon do his way with him. Their past argument forgotten when he felt Namjoon touch him at his intimate regions, knowing just where to place his hands. His blouse opened and his torso exposed. Kisses at every part of his body, mouth on his sensitive bud that just lit his wanton for the man aflame.
He was carried to their bedroom, the safest place in their home where every night his body bare open to his husband. Where every night they make love. Their bedroom is where he makes those beautiful sounds that Namjoon loved so much. This is the place where Namjoon would look at him with so much love and lust.
Namjoon would run his hands all over Jungkook's body, making the younger a withering mess beneath him. He would know just where to kiss Jungkook's pale and smooth skin. By his inner thigh, kiss it, and it would send Jungkook squirming. It's the only knowledge no one but him would know. Jungkook is his and his to love alone.
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I didn't know I had female reproductive organs that's attached in my behind. Despite having the male sex organ, I didn't know I have female parts hidden within me. I was a hermaphrodite. Apparently at least 25 in a hundred of males in the world are like me, capable of carrying life.
When I got sick every morning and had an unnecessary craving for Red Lobster in the middle of the night; a craving so bad I started to cry, we went to the doctors the next day and have been blessed with this beautiful news. I remember crying so much that day. It was the highlight of my life. My heart was beating rapidly out of happiness.
I was pregnant. Pregnant with your child. Pregnant with the fruit of our love. You were so happy and excitedly shared the news to our parents. I'm still only 19 then. It's alright though because I was carrying our child.
I remember you kissing my belly every chance you get. You have always wanted to be a father and was planning to adopt, but it seems we don't need to adopt at all! The look in your eyes, how they sparkle every time you come home and see my round belly, I just fall in love all over again.
I wish I can just... Re live those moments again...
The months went by and when we visited the doctors, they showed us the ultrasound of our baby. Well... Babies. When we discovered that we're having twins, we cried once more in delight. Our babies. Our beautiful babies. Not only that, two male twins.
I was in the state of bliss once more. Looking in your eyes, you felt the same. If you were treating me like a Queen before, now you treated me as if I'm the empress of the world. You would answer every single demand I shouted at you. You remained patient despite my emotional outbursts and accidentally shouting mean and hurtful words at you just because you can't provide my cravings during ungodly hours.
Furthermore, you and our unborn sons mean the world to me.
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Jungkook lay on the bed, Namjoon carefully pressing his ear against his wife's swollen belly. The younger's belly is quite large, considering he's carrying twins. It's a cold autumn afternoon, Namjoon came home early and brought the food Jungkook has been craving. Now, they're just lazing around on their bed, Jungkook running his fingers through Namjoon's hair while the latter listened to the sounds in his belly.
"We need a name for our princes." Jungkook said, looking at Namjoon who moved away slightly so that they could make eye contact. "What do you have in mind?"
"I was thinking along the lines of KwangJoon and SeoJoon." Jungkook smiled whilst Namjoon looked at him with a silly grin. "What's with the Joon?"
"I just love your name so much. I want our babies to share a name with their father." Jungkook replied, flushing. Namjoon smiled broadly before kissing him. "KwangJoon and SeoJoon it is."
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I have gained weight and became a bit chubby. I didn't mind, knowing it's all part of the process. You didn't seem to mind either, and loved to harass my cheeks whenever you got the chance. You think my chubby cheeks are adorable, so I find them cute as well.
The twins were born on a winter day, I was 20 by then, letting the river of life take me where it wants me to go. The labour was not that painful as I was high on anaesthesia the whole time, taking the C-section. You were by my side the whole time, sharing the beautiful moment with me. The day our two angels were born. You cried when they were given to you, I can't help but cry as well. Seojoon is much smaller than his brother despite being the elder.
My friends came over often ever since the twins were born. You're busy with all these promotions and projects so Seokjin hyung, Jimin hyung, and TaeTae hyung helped me with them.
One day, you came home for a week off and landed your eyes on my best friend, Taehyung. At first, I was the only one who noticed your gaze at him every time he came over. I didn't think much of your wandering eyes as much before; I have our boys to take care and worry over. I have no time and energy to argue with you and jump into conclusions. Likewise, I was planning to continue being the perfect, silent, and pliant wife for you. So I didn't make any attempt to confront you.
It went on for years until the twins were three years of age.
The first two years you were just flirting with him and Taehyung being the good friend he is would shut down every advance you made. However, he didn't tell me you have flirted with him. He's secretly enjoying your attention like a guilty pleasure. I overheard your conversations and seen your texts messages. Oddly, I was feeling too numb to act hurt. I could only remain ignorant to your actions and focus on our children.
I don't know what made you fall out of love from me when you used to treat me like your prized possession. Then I noticed, the answer is in that sentence. I'm just your possession. You have made me your wife, the mother to your children, the caretaker of your home and your pretty cock warmer. You have attained all of me, so now you find me a bore and plan to throw me aside. My dreams of being an idol and exploring the world, all of that ruined because I choose to stay with you. Because I choose you. The only good thing that ever came from loving you is the twins, not the expensive clothing you gave me, not the large mansion we're currently living in, not any of these expensive material objects you gave me. Not your love.
Your love was nicotine, addicting yet doesn't even feel good. It slowly killed me over time and when I realized, it was already too late. When I was tempted to ask for a divorce and take my children with me, I was already experiencing withdrawal symptoms before I could even stop. I couldn't live without you. I realized that leaving you, I can't provide an excellent life for my children. Not only that, but I'll kill myself with working dead-end and part-time jobs just to provide for the three of us. I don't have higher education to find myself a stable job. You knew that didn't you? That's why you didn't want me to finish college. You want me to be tied down and reliant on you no matter what happens. I realize your bullshit too late.
It's alright. Screw around with my best friend for all I care. I'll just play the role of an ignorant wife and continue to play house with you for our sons.
For my babies, I would do anything, even if it's hurting me. They're the only reminders of the times when you actually loved me...
And in the third year, you finally charmed Taehyung enough for him to agree. I pretended to be asleep in our sons' bedroom and heard the noises coming from our bedroom. Our safe place no more. It has been tainted by someone else. I was forced to listen to the sounds the two of you were making. Is his body more pretty than mine? Did he feel better than me? Did he please you more than I ever did?
I could only kiss the crown of our son as silent tears cascade down my face. The heavy feeling in my heart growing more painful as the days go by. It felt as if my heart had already died. It's constantly hurting day by day. I could feel Taehyung feeling the same, the difference is his is out of guilt, the decency he had to feel guilty for bedding his best friend's husband. Nonetheless, he's a sweet angel, isn't he? He didn't confess to me of his actions, but he's apologizing to me indirectly. He would help me with my chores and take care of our sons. I would only smile at him in genuine gratitude. Gratitude for even feeling guilty despite continuing to pleasure you behind the walls of our bedroom.
Sometimes, while cooking, I would look at the sharp knife I'm holding. It's so sharp and makes a clean cut. I always use it. I don't know where it fits better, in my heart to end all the heavy pain I'm feeling or in yours, so you'll feel the pain I'm feeling. But our twins would always hug my leg and look up at me, only saying; "Mommy." That's enough to snap me back to my rational mind. Even if you ruined my life and our relationship, I'm not going to ruin our family. Family, what a messed up word...
Then the worst thing that could possibly happen took place... My life shattered.
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"We're going to daddy and give him his lunch okay? So behave and don't run away from mommy while walking on the streets, okay?" Jungkook said, wrapping Seojoon's neck with a soft white scarf before kissing the toddler on the nose. Seojoon giggled at the display of affection, cupping his mother's face before kissing Jungkook on the lips. Jungkook wanted to cry, his children are the only source of happiness in his life. Without them, he would've left the world years ago.
Like a bandage, his sons are the only thing that prevents blood loss in his life that would kill him.
"Mommy! Mommy! I'm suwe daddy would love youw cooking! Mommy best cook!" Kwangjoon happily exclaimed, embracing Jungkook's side. Jungkook smiled at his son before picking him up. "Of course baby, I know that. Thank you baby." Jungkook cooed before kissing Kwangjoon on the cheeks. His babies are so sweet.
Jungkook packed Namjoon's lunch and placed it in the front seat of the car. Taehyung doesn't know how to cook and Namjoon wouldn't get out of his shit hole of a studio to eat; demanding Jungkook to deliver him food. Jungkook doesn't want to bother anyone to take care of the twins when he's just going to deliver Namjoon lunch, so he brought them.
"Okay babies, remember to not rough house in the car, alright?" Jungkook asked, holding the twins by their hands; leading them to the car. He first carried Seojoon and then buckled him on the baby seat, kissing his baby on the cheeks because he can't resist his cuteness. Seojoon giggled at the affection and cupped Jungkook's cheeks again before kissing his mother's lips. Jungkook smiled broadly at him before carrying Kwangjoon and buckling him up in the baby seat.
Kwangjoon looked up at Jungkook with a pout, making the latter giggle then peppered his baby's face with kisses. Kwangjoon squealed in delight, fluttering Jungkook's heart. Jungkook went in the front seat and buckled up as well before driving off.
Jungkook is always careful whenever he had the twins on board as he drives. He never speeds up nor cuts in front of everyone. His babies are the most precious persons in his life. He can't afford to lose them from reckless driving.
It was a red light and Jungkook was stuck in traffic. The twins were fast asleep in the backseat. There's still 60 seconds of the red light so Jungkook turned around to fix their sleeping positions so that they wouldn't hurt their necks.
It all went too fast. One moment Jungkook was just fixing their sleeping positions then suddenly their car was flung into other cars and finally a wall.
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A stupid police car chase. A robber on the loose dashed through the traffic and hit a large 16 wheeler lorry that wiped 5 cars clean off the road. I survived but the twins didn't. My lifeline, my will to live, my babies... You came in the hospital, crying with me for our loss. I was hysterical, your touch burns; I didn't want to be held by you. I wanted to be with my children.
Not being able to handle the grief, I ran through the hospital till I reached the rooftop. You and other nurses chased after me. Taehyung and the others were there too. I felt quite ashamed showing everyone this vulnerable and self-destructive state you formed me into. However, I don't care. I was hurting too much. The pain, the pain is too much.
It's a pain that can't be put into words properly. A vague description of how it feels is like drowning in my tears. I can't stop crying, and it felt as if all the tears I have shed all pooled inside my heart, weighing it down and bringing me to the ground. Looking at the sky, it just felt suffocating.
Unfortunately for me, the hospital always locked their rooftop door so the nurses caught me and knocked me out with a tranquillizer.
The next thing I knew on waking up, I was met face to face with a psychiatrist. Not you. Not enough words exist to express how I despise you and every fibre of your being. You weren't even there for me, you just locked yourself in that dammed studio as if our children didn't die.
I got diagnosed with severe depression. What a surprise. I got a prescription of an Anti-depressant for me to take. Citalopram, or Cipramil it was called. It wasn't that expensive; 23,000 won at most, yet you acted like they're the most expensive thing you brought me. You even had the audacity to chuck it at me as if I'm a target practice you can just throw things at.
I take them because they make me feel numb. You trapped me in our bedroom, giving me food daily and making sure there's nothing in here that I could use to kill myself. At this point you're just treating me like a pet.
Taehyung eventually moved in with us, you were claiming that he'll be my caretaker. I might be depressed and suicidal, but I'm pretty sure I'm not blind. I saw his bump...
He's pregnant.
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"Jungkook, I'm so sorry. I truly am. Please..." Taehyung cried before me, bowing before Jungkook and kissing his feet. Taehyung still looked so beautiful despite being a crying mess on the floor. Jungkook could only stare at the baby bump Taehyung had. He used to have that but much bigger. He used to carry his babies...
"Kookie, I'm sorry... Namjoon hyung is the father of my child. I'm so sorry for doing this to you but please let me keep the baby. Please... This little one is innocent... I'm so sorry." Taehyung cried. "And please let me stay here... My modelling career is over... I can't support myself any more and my parents disowned me when they learned Namjoon hyung is the father. Please... I'm so sorry..."
Jungkook was too tired to think. Too numb to care. Like Icarus who flew too high in the sun, the wax in his wings melted and sent him plummeting to the sea below. In Jungkook's case, his talents, dreams and opportunities were his wings. He was flying and having the time of his life. But he got enchanted by the sun and headed straight toward it like a moth to a flame. Namjoon was the sun and his actions were straight up foolishness. He was still high in the air and still soaring, living a life of luxury with his children; hurting from the heat, but it was tolerable. Then, his wax melted; the death of his children. He was then sent plummeting into this deep pit of despair and the death of his rational mind.
If he knew this is how he's life would be turning into years ago, he would've been a crying mess. The hard part is that he feels so lost and so trapped, not knowing what to do with himself any more at the tender age of 24. He should've rejected Namjoon's proposal. He should've not married at 18. He should've gone to college.
He should've not fallen in love with Namjoon.
But now, it's all over. He's a spiralling mess. He's tired, done with his life, but he can't just easily end it. A silver lining of hope he's hanging on is that Namjoon would come back to him and make him feel loved again. After all the shit Namjoon did to him, he still wants to feel loved one more time and bear his children. He still wants to fix their family...
However, Taehyung is pregnant. Pregnant with his husband's baby and asking to live with them. Taehyung, his best friend and the one his husband is cheating on him with for 3 years. They're going to create a family of their own and toss him aside. Jungkook just can't have that.
"Alright." Jungkook started, blank eyes meeting Taehyung's surprised and teary eyes. "You live here and all but you don't get to boss me around. I still own this house. I control whether I'll file charges against the two of you for adultery. That baby growing inside you is yours and Namjoon's ticket to prison. I'm sure you're aware of that."
"Thank you-"
"But first, help me make babies with Namjoon."
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Turns out one way to gain back your love is to get pregnant again. You sick fucker. The whole time you touched me and did your way with me like you used to just felt disgusting. It's like every kiss that you made; when in contact with my skin, it just felt like acid.
Finally, I'm able to get out of that dammed room. You were convinced that I'm not 'sick' any more because I'm carrying a new baby. This baby wouldn't be as beautiful as the twins. I can feel it. The whole month that I've been carrying this child, I was a cocktail of negative emotions.
Having to share you with someone else is not what I expected. However, Taehyung seems to be deep in love with you as well. The way his eyes shine in adoration for you is something I didn't understand. Everyone looked at me with pity and concern when they come over. You and Taehyung would get threatening and disgusted looks from our peers but Taehyung still manages to look at you with so much love; looking at you the way I used to look at you.
Many of our friends; Seokjin in particular, was trying to convince me to file a case to send the both of you in Taehyung to prison. I'd be dammed knowing Taehyung would give birth in prison, and it's not like two-three years jail time would be enough justice for the hurt I've gone through.
You went back to kissing me as before, only after receiving my share of kisses, your lips would be in Taehyung's next. I believe Taehyung fell in love with the wrong person, similar to me. You enchanted him and ruined his social life, his career, and his relationship with his parents; now he has to stick with this life you're making him live. The only difference between the two of us is that he doesn't resent you and happily accepted the fact that he's only a mistress, and I'm the wife.
You enjoyed coming home to two lovers and seeing them both carry your spawn, don't you?
Christmas Eve, it was chilly and my body was shaking to the bones. Where are you? Why is Taehyung dressing up? Where the fuck are the both of you going? Did you not know how important tonight is?!
It's the twins' birthday...
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"I'll wait for you here, baby." Namjoon said over the phone, making Taehyung morph his face into a frown.
"Only me? How about Kookie?" Taehyung asked, slightly pouting as he caressed his belly. He's on his third trimester and the babies are bound to be born soon. Taehyung couldn't wait to see his twins. Yes, he had twins as well, a boy and a girl. Namjoon was ecstatic when he knew that he'll have twins again and especially having a daughter.
"I want this night to be special for the both of us. I have talked to Jungkook, and we're going on a date tomorrow on Christmas Day." Namjoon reasoned, knowing Taehyung doesn't like it if Jungkook isn't treated the same way as him. "Mm... Alright then. I'll get ready honey. See you soon."
Jungkook overheard the phone call from the kitchen. He was dicing apples, about to make an apple pie; the twins' favourite Christmas and birthday delight. Jungkook was shaking, clutching onto his knife as if his life depended on it. His eyes followed a happy and excited Taehyung that went upstairs.
Taehyung hummed as he put on a cute loose grey dress. It had a huge ribbon as a collar, and he loves it so much. He also had a silver laurel headpiece that's clipped on his gorgeous blonde and fluffy hair. He was just putting his silver earrings on when he was suddenly flung on the bed. His first instinct was to cover his belly as a futile attempt to 'protect' his babies.
"Wh-what?" Taehyung groaned, looking at who flung him on the bed. It was a seething Jungkook. His eyes looked lifeless, no shimmer at all despite being a well lit room. It's as if his eyes refuse to reflect light, making it dull and blank. "K-Kookie? What's going on?" Taehyung stammered, not knowing why Jungkook was treating him so roughly when it could possibly hurt his babies.
"The whole time... The whole two years of his flirting with you, I endured it; I didn't mind it. I was thinking that I was the one lacking. When he started to please himself with your body in the bedroom he and I used to share, I cried silently as I listened to your noises while holding my children close. When my children died, I was ready to give up, and then I was locked inside a bedroom, treated like a fucking pet. Put on medication that made me feel numb when I use it, and fucking sick if I stop consuming it. Then you told me you're pregnant with his children and asked to live with us. I was too numb, too tired to care. Now, I can't take it any longer. Do you know how it feels to be me? Do you know how it feels to see your husband go on a date and enjoy a night out with his mistress when it's the birthdate of his deceased children?!" Jungkook exclaimed, shaking in anger and sadness, making Taehyung cry at the sight.
"I-I'm so sorry Kookie-" Taehyung tried to reason, reaching out to touch Jungkook, only to have his hands pinned down and tied up by a rope Taehyung didn't notice Jungkook was holding. "I want to feel and know what's so good about you that made Namjoon cheat on me with you. I want to know if your cunt is truly more pleasurable than mine." Jungkook said bluntly, clutching the hem of Taehyung's dress before sliding it upwards.
All Taehyung could do now is to cry. He could've easily escaped by kicking Jungkook off of him, but he can't help but think about the baby also growing inside Jungkook and how he deserved this for stealing someone else's husband. He's at a loss, conflicted with himself. Jungkook didn't give him time to think as his panties were slid off.
"Kookie- please don't do this... I'm so sorry." Taehyung cried, only to moan when he felt Jungkook poke into his hole; managing to find a bud of tissue inside him that he continued to fondle. Taehyung continued to moan between cries and pleas of Jungkook to stop.
"Stop? Why would I when you didn't stop entertaining my husband's advances? What gives you the right to order me to stop?" Jungkook growled, quickly retracting his fingers and slapping Taehyung's hole. Slick leaked out of Taehyung's hole; a cry escaping his mouth at the same time.
"Please- Jungkook please don't do this! I-I'm so sorry." Taehyung cried as he felt Jungkook stick two fingers within him. It was quite easy to stretch Taehyung out considering he's quite loose. Namjoon must've used him recently. The thought fuelled the fury arising within Jungkook. He quickly retracted his fingers, and coated his dick with Taehyung's slick.
"I'm going to see if you truly feel as good as Namjoon makes it out to be."
It was quite a messy scene. Taehyung crying out in pain and muttering apologizes from time to time; his hands lowered unto his belly, a pathetic attempt to protect his babies when his hands are still tied up. Taehyung felt as if he was being ripped out apart. Jungkook might not be as long and huge as Namjoon; probably around 5 inches, but he wasn't properly stretched as how Namjoon does it. It doesn't feel good at all, he felt disgusted but the only thing in his mind is his babies. He just hopes that they'll turn out fine and okay after this. He wants to see them alive and healthy when they come out.
What can Taehyung say or think when he's pregnant and currently being raped. He just wants this horrible moment, this horrible feeling to be gone.
Jungkook doesn't understand what's so special about Taehyung. Sure, it feels quite good fucking his semi-tight and wet hole, but he's sure his hole is the same to. Nothing special. Is it his breasts? Taehyung has just started lactating, so he's sure his breasts are a bit bigger than Taehyung's. Searching for what is so special about Taehyung is like searching the difference between two pairs of plain black socks from different brands; they're the same and serving the same purposes, just different names.
Jungkook could admit Taehyung is beautiful, but he is too. Honestly, he thinks that he and Taehyung are at the same level of beauty so there's really nothing about his appearance that could possibly make Taehyung more special about him. These thoughts frustrated Jungkook as he cummed on instinct.
He pulled out of Taehyung, looking at his exhausted figure before him. Dry tears and ruined makeup. He truly made him a mess. But he isn't done yet. There's still hatred boiling within him.
"I'm sorry as well, Tae. I want to make Namjoon pay and unfortunately for you, he loves you back, so you'll serve as the payback."
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I don't want to look back on what I did that night. It was barbaric of me, lost in the bloodlust of my anger. All the pain I kept carrying for as long as I was living under your care has conjured up into something so ugly and unstoppable. I took the knife, I prepared on the floor, slit Taehyung's throat, ending his suffering before mine. I then carefully worked around his belly and pulled the twins out. They were not exactly premature as they were expected to arrive that week or the following week. They looked beautiful, so much like Taehyung...
They didn't cry or anything, they could be dead for all I care. I didn't check, I still find them beautiful because they're your children. I cleaned them up and dressed them in the clothes you and Taehyung bought for them. Afterwards, I swaddled them in thick warm blankets before placing them in the twins' cribs.
I returned to the room, emptying a large storage box in the closet before stuffing Taehyung's body inside, not caring how his neck snapped, his bones cracked; as long as he gets inside. I took some red wrapping paper and wrapped the box with it, tying it up with a pretty gold bow. Pushing the box to the twins' room isn't an easy task, yet I managed.
I cleaned the mess I made, changing the sheets, mopping up the floor, then having a bath before changing into a pretty dress; a pink chiffon maternity dress. I took the bloody laundry outside into the bonfire where you have usually barbecued with your friends. Pouring in some gas, cooking oil, a couple of perfume bottles and alcohol, I lit the whole thing ablaze.
There was nothing. I feel nothing; watching the fire cackling was oddly calming. Looking at the dirty ground, it's inviting. I just feel sleepy, so I slept...
--Kim Jungkook.
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These were the words founded in Kim Jungkook's (25) letter that he left in his prison cell before receiving Capital Punishment via lethal injection under South Korean Law at 7:20pm, December 24 20XX.
He gave birth to his son in death row during December 4 20XX. The baby is safe in the hands of his father, along with his siblings that miraculously survived under extreme treatment in the hospital.
Friends and family all mourned for Jungkook's death, including his husband who says he regretted everything he has done.
May Kim Jungkook's soul receive internal peace with his children on the other side.
He was just a poor broken soul.
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"Yoongi hyung! Stop working, dinner is ready! Seokjin hyung would be mad if you skip dinner again." A man with a black and white striped crop top, black skirt, black chocker with a silver upside down cross pendant, and black leather knee-high boots said, walking behind Yoongi's arm chair.
Yoongi turned around with a grin.
"Look at this funny story. They have the same name as you, TaeTae and Joonie."
"Oh! Master! What's their story?!" A beautiful man asked in excitement, appearing out of nowhere and plopping down Yoongi's lap, looking at the document laid on his table. The man wore a black mini skirt that barely covered his pink lacy panties and a pink woolly sweater with black doll shoes and pink knee socks. "That Taehyung guy seems dumb." The man with a black outfit scoffed as he briefly read the document.
"The Jungkook guy sucks!" The man with a pink sweater cried out in retaliation.
"Hush you two. This is the testimony as to why Kim Namjoon is sent here in hell. This letter is written by his wife who was accepted in heaven."
"Kim Jungkook went to heaven? Really?" The man with a pink sweater asked in surprise. "Sucks to be him. Hell is awesome."
"Well, he didn't have any major sins. Sure, he committed murder and rape, but he wasn't in the stable state of mind. His soul is pure, his mind is broken. In the eyes of those dammed angels, as long as his soul is pure and don't have evil intentions, he passes. Intentions are the sin, not the actions. If those angels didn't let him through, he would've been under my sin; wrath. But apparently wrath that is made of unstable minds don't count. Fucking angels." Yoongi groaned.
"So, what's Kim Namjoon's sin?" The man with a black outfit asked, laughing slightly. "He has the exact name as Joonie, that's so funny. What if he actually has the same sin as Joonie?!"
"His sin is greed, gluttony, and lust." Yoongi hummed.
"He has my sins!" The two men in skirts exclaimed at the same time.
"Wow, his bitch and wife share names with us, and now he's under our sins." The man in a black outfit grinned.
"Tae, Jungkook? Seokjin is getting pissy. What's taking the both of you so long to call Yoongi hyung for dinner?" A new man joined, voice a bit timid yet stern.
"Daddy! Master showed us a funny story!" Taehyung, who's sitting in Yoongi's lap giggled.
"Joon-ah, you have to read this. This is so funny." Yoongi said, holding Taehyung as he stood up, carrying the latter.
"You lot could tell the rest of us over the table. We can't have Seokjin exploding the whole castle again, could we?" Namjoon sighed, carrying Jungkook who made grabby hands at him.
Yoongi rolled his eyes. "And so what if he does? Satan loves it when he does. For the big man, he just loves seeing his children explode and destroy things."
Namjoon rolled his eyes back at Yoongi as they continued to walk down the hall, still carrying Jungkook and Taehyung respectively. "Satan might find it adorable, but I find it annoying, having to clean up the aftermath of Seokjin's temper tantrums over stupid things."
"I suppose Seokjin is getting bratty nowadays. A session in the punishment room should tame his pretty arse down." Yoongi grinned.
"No fair master! I want to have a session with you too!" Jungkook cried from Namjoon's arms. "I've been a good boy and all, but you're having a session with Seokjin hyung in the punishment room when all he does is being a brat!"
"Easy baby. I have something in mind already. For now, let's go to the dining room."