The loud sound of heartbeat inside the chest is sufficient to expose how recklessly someone breathing confused, the fresh strange feeling of unknown sensation in someone else's tough masculine arms which occupied powerful around the soft flesh of his waist & under his thighs.

The broad palm of the tattooed arm not clutching his thighs but his sense, twisting them in so many weird different ways.

He's delicate not small, but from his inside he felt smaller against the wide chest. Holding him firmly in his arms while walking solemnly, Jungkook's firm gaze stared straight in his way.

Thoughts collide over thoughts . Not aware of surrounding .

Thick jet lashes blink with the same doe eyes lowered down when the soft mattress of his bed touches his back & feels the ache of his cut. Taehyung realizes he is in his room now.

The dominant existence in front made him grip both sides of the bed's edge beside him.

Putting him gently on the bed, Jungkook went away not standing more than a minute in front him. Opening some drawers & finally bringing out a first aid kit. Therefore, his steps returned in front of Taehyung again whose enthralling orbs were not looking up anymore.

In the silent room, all echoes Jungkook's movement only.

No one seems to utter a word. Silence reigns in the room. Nonetheless, Jungkook placed the kit beside Taehyung & turned his heels.

Before heading to the door, his deep solemn tone said out more that sounded like an order.

" Clean the cut & apply the ointment."

Petite male on the bed stared empty down at the kit beside him, deprived of letting out a word from his mouth & not even for a moment, the same mesmerizing glossy eyes bothered in need of looking up at the mafia.

There's silence, as always & in invariably. Only Jungkook's footstep could be heard, which is straight heading forward to the door.

Without saying anything, Tahyung opened the kit bringing out cotton. With efforts, he stooped down while sitting on the mattress & the stability fell heavy over his foot reasonably it didn't take long for him to feel the ache of his wound.

Rosy lips let out a hiss of pain with Jungkook's shoes halting at the exit.

After a while turning around his steps with the same cold face, sharp vision catches the petite male quietly sitting on the bed with white cotton held within his delicate finger while attempting to bend down & do something.

Jungkook's strong gaze happened to stare at the male for a moment -- soft messy hair, clumsily fluttering in wind coming through the large open window, takes place to fall on his side occasionally covering his side profile.

However slightly quivering rosy lips glowing noticeable & appealing collarbone was apparent in his hin white comfortable nightwear due to his constant trying of bending down.

On a stormy night like a thunderstorm, Jungkook's ebony orbs were fast enough to look away as he inhaled a breath closing his eyes & opening them afterward while exhaling in authoritarian with gritting teeth.

In a grumpy step yet steady aura Jungkook walked towards the male on the bed who's now looking at the cotton in his hand with his same composed face.

Reaching near him without bothering to utter a word, Jungkook simply knelt in front of Taehyung, startling the male & snatching his breath away.

In the sudden unexpected act, the cotton fell out of his hand on the floor. Jungkook picked up the cotton without looking up at Taehyung.

And the rough palm came in contact with the delicate skin of Taehyung's ankle. Accompanied by the shivers in his entire body, his own palm seems to clutch both sides of the bed more tightly than before.

Jungkook's palm holds the skin of his heel & Taehyung's palm clutches the bed. Holding his heels gently, Jungkook brings his sole in touch with one of his thighs as his one knee came in touch with the floor & Jungkook puts Taehyung's foot over his thigh.

Gaze examined the cut & a small glass piercing in the skin. As soon as Jungkook's hand came in contact with his cut near the small glass piercing, weak hisses left out from the soft lips of Taehyung's.

Jungkook's inky orbs looked up at him ultimately hearing the small sound & caught sight of the petite two almond eyes shut together squeezing his lashes while roseate lips between his teeth.

Dark gaze seems too immersed intensely in Taehyung. But the next moment Jungkook shifted his gaze & started to observe the cut again.

When his fingers reached out the cut for the second time, his immediate gaze didn't fall to notice the curling up of Taehyung's small toe. Jungkook sighed.

And the sudden firm deep tone reached sharp in Taehyung's ear ......

" Look at me."

Breathe it willingly or reluctantly, Taehyung found himself unlocking his lashes the next moment & devoting his greasy radiant gaze to Jungkook's ebony orbs which was brave enough into the four walls of the dead-silence room.

For an angel like him, the firm, demanding voice of Jeon Jungkook was sufficiently authoritative to obey his every word.

When the gazes were struggling together, at this immediate time Taehyung's eyes got close together & mouth happened to be wide open letting out a silent scream, no sounds appearing out of his mouth gulping a voiceless painful groan inside.

Taehyung breathes heavily afterward opening his eyes, a tiny piece of glass in Jungkook's hand caught his sight & the dark gaze which was on him divers down at the kit beside him as he took it.

But stealthily, two quiet eyes are not diverting away from Jungkook,

However, Jungkook's eyes are now focusing on treating the cut. He rubs the area with a cotton swab, then gently squeezes the area to allow blood to wash the germs out of the wound & re-washes the area before applying the ointment.

At the time, Taehyung finally realizes an ache while his eyes still appear to be stuck on the person in front of him, not shifting away, he hisses out a pain. The inside heart is restless, continues pounding against his chest & tiptoeing incessantly.

All the time, the mesmerizing eyes stare silent yet blank at the dominant male who's busy treating him holding the same stern aura on his face.

When Taehyung's grip on both sides beside him on the bed loosened a bit? he himself wasn't aware.

Unknown to his sense of intention, two pairs of his soaked peaceful eyes seem to collapse on Jungkook's sinful infatuated face.

The sharp jawline was such a fine and eye-catching presence on his flawless face which screams only sovereignty. The parting jet hair locks were falling on the sharp side of his eyes, revealing an impressive forehead that shines enough through them all the way authority is flaming his entire feature.

Pairs of doe's eyes didn't stumble to observe. Not hesitated once, to hook on the sight in front of him, unlike his mouth does.

"Scared of words? aren't we ?"

Sudden raw husky voice was clear enough in the unspoken room. Jungkook stood up uttering those words. And there Taehyung's thick lashes lowered down with his gaze which seems to be for forever. Only then did his eyes notice that his cut had already been bandaged.

With heartbeat, breath seems to pretty intensify when he puts up with the sense of a dark shadow over his body. Standing in front of him, the masculine dominant figure causes him to feel small in contrast. He tightened the clutch of the bed sheets beside him at the edge so subtly for the third time.

And every time he did this, every time Jungkook's eyes were not oblivious to notice it.

Soon the shadow moved from him. Yet Taehyung's orbs never looked up anymore. But ears are all conscious of the sounds of shoes against the floor & then sounds of the opening drawer, putting something inside & then closing it. And therefore the person walks towards the door.

It was not hard to comprehend for Taehyung, that after placing the first aid kit in its previous place inside the drawer, Jungkook was walking out of his room.

But steps interrupted at the entrance,

" When I cause the problem unnecessarily. I take responsibility. As for I'm not the one who treats people."

Jungkook toneless voice echoes in the silent room before walking out of Taehyung's room.

The elegant male didn't voice out or look up all the time just sat there on the bed with a quiet stare directed at the floor hearing everything Jungkook did or let out before leaving his room.

After a while inhaling a breath, he lifted his leg gently on the bed, and his gaze fell on the fresh dressing on his ankle.

His calm eyes just stared at it with thoughts of unexpected realization, wriggling between conscious & numb. Here & there dangling, occasionally trying to withstand the asleep tinge of emotion.

But before anything can reach anywhere, soon his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. Breaking his gaze from the bandage,

finally his eyes slowly moved to look up & saw a maid standing with light sleepy eyes at the entrance holding a glass jug filled with water.

Finally catching Taehyung's attention, she gently asked out. "Can I enter? Master told me to keep this water in your room." She just got a nod as a response from Taehyung.

Placing the water on the bedside table, she poured a glass of water & held it in front of Taehyung to take it. " Here." She gently said. His ocean eyes shifted beside him at her before taking the glass & drinking all the water.

" I'll leave now, Young master. Sleep well." She bowed before placing the empty glass on the table again thereafter walking out of the room & closing the door.

Taehyung put his head on the soft pillow. He does not want to plunge into some pretty unusual thoughts again. His eyelids slowly brought them close together to embrace the restful sleep at least.

---

Seokjin was surprised at the physician's presence in the mansion early in the morning when he came to know that Hoseok had been called for Taehyung. And he felt even more shocked. However, he did not delay to take him to Taehyung's room.

The two of them have been in his room for a while now. Hoseok was busy checking and Seokjin was there present.

"The cut isn't intense. But it requires checking for sure. An injection will not be bad. So it will be risk-free." Hoseok said while dressing the wound after opening yesterday's bandage done by Jungkook.

The sun's rays are more glowing this morning which reaching inside the room through the window.

Seokjin was sitting there beside the quiet petite male whose eyes were just following the dressing Hoseok was doing.

After finishing the dressing, Hoseok took out an injection. " I guess you are not afraid of needles. Pull up the sleeve Taehyung." Without saying anything, Taehyung simply does what the physician said. And Hoseok inserted the needle into his flesh.

" It'll recover soon. He would be able to walk without feeling any pain." Hoseok said as he stood up to leave after doing all his duty.

Seokjin just sighed as he got up and walked to the door with Hoseok.

"I should have told to any maid to check in his room if he needed anything before he went to sleep. So it wouldn't happen. I feel bad, from the start he came here something has been happening. Uncle personally told me to look after him until he returns from America."

"Ahh, don't feel bad about it. It's not your mistake. And I guess he'll not feel good after hearing this from you. As an adult, he can take care of himself, not I am saying. I'm telling it from his perspective. All I am saying is that he can think like this, so you don't say it or feel sad." Hoseok explained as Seokjin just nodded.

" Then who's at fault?.... if not me. It's because I - " Seokjin about to say something again...

But their conversation was interrupted by the firm deep voice.

" For me, it has happened. And that's.... the reason I told Namjoon to inform Hoseok."

Both of them turned behind & caught the view of the mafia walking towards them with the same fine step & dark pointed aura of him. A black file in his hand while, as usual, a rich black suit perfectly fitting his masculine body.

" Quit saying things Seokjin. And warn all the workers to do their duty perfectly and not be irresponsible to check all the rooms if something is needed there or else.... they'll have to confront me." Jungkook's commanding tone was clear in the corridor as he walked past them.

" But how did it happen ?" Jungkook's step stopped at the voice of Hoseok.

Without turning around, the mafia looked over his shoulder. His sharp side profile was vividly noticeable to them......

" It'll be no use for you to know this. I'm sure of it."

And the mafia didn't wait for a second after letting out those words as his step went downstairs to the living room where Bambam was already waiting. Jungkook's file was being taken respectively from him by Bambam while they seemed to talk about their business when they walked out of the mansion.

---

Back resting on the headboard, Taehyung was on the bed sitting alone with canvas & painting equipment which Seokjin had already placed beside him when he came into his room for the second time.

" Brought you a drink. " Seokjin said after entering Taehyung's room. " Here." Taehyung took the glass from him. It is already five o'clock in the afternoon. Light wind is blowing outside.

" I thought you might be lonely or feeling bored but I know you love being alone. Ohh I have work by the way. I'll just leave you. Take rest Taehyung." Seokjin stood up to leave.

But before he could, a soft-spoken voice stopped him.

" Don't feel bad. Please."

Seokjin halted as he looked at Taehyung. A smile on his face hearing Taehyung actually saying something properly to him. But he couldn't understand why Taehyung said those words out of the blue.

" I don't understand Taehyung?" Seokjin gently asked with confusion

Slowly looking up from his canvas to Seokjin, the same soft voice spoke out for the second time.

" It's my responsibility to take care of myself."

Lettings out the sentence, the next moment Taehyung's gaze lowered down to the canvas in his lap as holding a brush his slender finger involved in decorating the white paper again.

Understanding the meaning of his saying. Seokjin smiled and before he left --- " Sure. " he caressed Taehyung's hair gently once, who seemed to focus on his painting. Giving a soft smile for the last time looking at him, he walked away out of his room.

---

" You just turned the deal down suddenly," Namjoon said when he reached the shooting range. There are some plants a little far away & all the other shooting equipment was near him.

" It's fun when they beg. But showing a nonsense attitude to me won't provide you any single help from begging. You should fear for your life there, not for your ridiculous attitude." Jungkook simply stated while one eye scanned the target through his rifle & afterward shot in the middle of the shooting board.

" Why are you into it suddenly? " Namjoon asked.

" Into what?" Jungkook's voice let out casually as he took the bullets from Bambam while entering all of them into the rifle. Therefore he started shooting again one after another.

"With rifle & bullets suddenly, testing out of nowhere. "

" Testing? Where though? I'm just having fun as you know." Jungkook said shooting for the fifth time.

Namjoon sighed " Yeah as I know when you are disturbed either you are in the gym punch over punch or here bullets over bullets. "

"Anyway, I've come to let you know that I'm going to fly tomorrow for that mission with Min. I'll be back in two days, as you know. I'm done for today and I'm going to the mansion to spend some time with Jin. You here don't be on testing too much. "

Namjoon said while motioning Bambam with his eyes to look after the mad & disturbed Jungkook. Bambam nodded in agreement.

" Nowadays your Jin seems to be not alone anymore. Got a quiet pretty boy."

And when Namjoon was just ready to go out, he stopped hearing Jungkook who said out those words while keeping his eye on the target.

" I doubt that actually, the quiet pretty boy is getting into everyone's mind in the mansion, not only his." Namjoon let out emphasizing the word ' pretty before leaving the shooting area.

As soon as Namjoon's words entered sharp in his ears, Jungkook's finger stopped at the trigger when he was just about to shoot his next bullet.

There was an outraged silence. But soon he moved his rifle to target a thing far away & pulled the trigger aiming a plant this time. A rose flower. But to his surprise, shockingly -- that's the only bullet until now got missed from his hand.

And thereafter only echoes the mad sounds of bullets one after another in the shooting range.

Namjoon's words were powerful as bullets.

" We never doubted your target. That rose petal is innocent. I guess it maybe wants to live. So you were unable to kill. I think you should stop, we are having a meeting in few minutes anyway." Bambam said.

" I don't care if it's innocent. I'm unable to carry all these feelings." Jungkook replied as he aimed something else this time through his rifle. His target his something else now. Firm eye on his new target as rough fingers holds the trigger tight.

" In the world of chaos, the damage was done when a hole of feeling pierced through the trigger into your sense............" Jungkook pulled the trigger & the bullet went straight to the rose flower. Jungkook smirked looking at it as he continued saying...

"....There in your sense or here in the heart or wherever , feelings are like bullets. They kill as good as any pretty gun. They live as red as any young rose. " Jungkook finished his sentence with his last shot reaching & piercing through a giant bee on the rose and the insect fell dead on the ground.

" No more sick rose." Jungkook walked out of the shooting range.