Jeongukk quickly wrapped a soft, warm blanket around both himself and Taehyung, trying to shield them from Bora's gaze.

His heart raced as he gently pulled his hand away from Taehyung's mouth.

Bora stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with disbelief. "All this time… this is what you’ve been up to!?" she exclaimed, her voice echoing with a mix of shock and accusation.

Jeongukk groaned in frustration as he pulled his now soft, limp length out of Taehyung while lying beside him.

Bora's voice pierced through the tense atmosphere as she shouted, "Answer me, Jeongukk!" Her frustration was palpable, each word laced with urgency.

Jeongukk leaned back against the bed, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

"I wasn't rapping him," he replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

"He just came to me a moment ago, and I was simply helping him." He rolled his eyes dismissively, his tone icy.

Bora stepped closer, her brows furrowing in concern. "When did this start?" Her voice softened, but the underlying intensity remained.

"That's none of your business," Jeongukk snapped back, his cold demeanor unwavering as he tried to maintain his composure.

Bora's frustration boiled over. "For crying out loud, Jeongukk! He is our son! How could you engage in something like this with him?" Her hands balled into fists at her sides, desperate for a resolution.

With a sigh, Jeongukk shrugged nonchalantly. "It's simple," he replied, casting a sideways glance at Taehyung before adding, "I fell in love with him."

He rolled his eyes again, this time tightening his hold around Taehyung, pulling him closer protectively.

Bora's heart ached at the sight. "Taehyung, sweetie, come to mommy," she pleaded, her voice softening as she reached out, desperate to draw her son away from the confusing embrace.

But Taehyung clung to Jeongukk, his face buried in Jeongukk's chest. "N-no," he murmured, his voice muffled and shaky, revealing his uncertainty.

Bora's tone shifted to a warning, her expression turned serious.

"Taehyung." She said his name firmly, knowing she had to break through the emotional turmoil enveloping them all.

Taehyung leaned into Jeongukk, wrapping his slender arms around his father’s neck, seeking comfort as Jeongukk's warm hands caressed his back gently, despite the heated atmosphere in the room.

Jeongukk’s demeanor shifted abruptly, the chill of his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

“He’s not going to come to you. Now, just leave,” he commanded, a cold edge lacing his words.

Bora stood there, her eyes blazing with anger, refusing to back down.

“Not until I have answers,” she shot back, glaring defiantly at both Jeongukk and Taehyung, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

“What answers do you need?” Jeongukk retorted, raising his voice in frustration.

“I owe you nothing!” The intensity of his anger filled the room, pressing down like a heavy blanket.

“You are sickening,” Bora spat, her voice dripping with contempt. “You chose to do this with your own son when you could have come to me. We had so many chances to salvage our marriage, but instead, you picked him—your own son!”

“Of course, I chose him! I never wanted to be with you,” Jeongukk snapped, a smirk twisting his lips.

“Just so you know, this has been happening since he was a baby.” His voice dripped with disdain as he leaned closer, eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

Bora’s face was a mask of disbelief as she stammered, “W-what?” Her whole world tilted on its axis as she processed his declaration.

“Oh, and by the way, he’s pregnant with my child,” Jeongukk added darkly, a chuckle escaping him.

“I bet you regret forcing this marriage now that you see I chose our son over you.” He cast her a look filled with disgust, as if she were the most vile creature he had ever encountered.

Bora’s panic flared; her voice trembled as she fumbled for her phone. “I-I’m calling the cops,” she declared, her hands shaking in response to the reality crashing down around her.

Before she could even unlock the screen, a gunshot rang out, echoing like thunder in the tense silence.

Bora’s body crumpled to the floor, lifeless, her eyes wide in shock.

Jeongukk’s expression shifted from anger to a smirk as he stared at her fallen figure.

In the doorway stood Jungkook, gun raised, his demeanor dangerously calm.

“Stupid bitch. I told you to stay out of this,” he muttered, a dark satisfaction coloring his words.

“Jesus, you could have done that earlier,” Jeongukk said, rolling his eyes, his annoyance evident even amidst the chaos.

Jungkook chuckled softly, his amusement almost eerie. “I know, I just got too caught up listening to your little conversation,” he admitted, his laughter contrasting sharply with the grim scene.

“Thanks for the help,” Jeongukk replied, glancing at his son with a mix of relief and dread.

“Anytime, Dad. Where should I put her body?” Jungkook asked, his tongue poking his cheek thoughtfully, as if considering a simple chore.

“Burn it,” Jeongukk instructed, his tone flat as if discussing a mundane task.

“On it, daddyo,” Jungkook said with a wink, a smile creeping across his face as he dragged Bora’s body from the bedroom, the door closing behind him with a quiet thud.

Once the room was once again theirs, Jeongukk turned his focus back to Taehyung, who appeared lost in a haze of confusion.

“Let’s get some sleep, Bambi,” he said softly, his voice tender as he placed a gentle kiss on Taehyung’s forehead.

“O-okay,” Taehyung stuttered, blinking rapidly as he struggled to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded.

Jeongukk turned off the bedroom light, enveloping them in darkness as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s waist, drawing him close.

Taehyung nestled his head against Jeongukk’s chest, the familiar sound of his heartbeat slowly lulling him into a fragile sleep, the weight of the night’s horrors slipping away, at least for a moment.

As Jeongukk gazed at Taehyung’s serene expression, illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window, he felt a profound sense of reassurance.

The gentle rise and fall of Taehyung's chest as he slept peacefully confirmed to Jeongukk that he had made the right choice in involving his other son, Jungkook, in his carefully laid out plans.

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**Flashback- 11yrs old**

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Jeongukk stirred awake, slowly stretching his limbs.

He glanced down at Taehyung, whose serene face was nestled against his chest, breathing softly and blissfully unaware of the world around them.

The events of the previous day weighed heavily on his mind; it had marked a significant turning point in his carefully plotted scheme, the moment he had crossed a line by fully entering inside Taehyung.

Quietly, he slipped from the warmth of the bed and reached for a pair of boxers, pulling them on as he moved with purpose.

He tiptoed to the bedroom door, pushing it open with a practiced ease that ensured Taehyung remained undisturbed.

As he descended the stairs, the familiar creaks of the wooden steps echoed in the otherwise silent house.

Leading him to the living room where his other son, Jungkook, was lounging on the couch absorbed in his phone.

Taking a seat beside him, Jeongukk poked Jungkook gently in the shoulder, prompting him to look up with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

“Dad, what?” Jungkook rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood for conversation.

Jeongukk adopted a calm demeanor, masking the gravity of what he was about to propose.

“I have a deal for you,” he stated, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency.

Jungkook leaned back, skepticism etched on his face. “Which is what?” His eyes narrowed as he regarded his father.

“I need you to help me manage your mother,” Jeongukk replied, choosing his words carefully. “Just for a bit, so I can pursue my plans with your brother further.”

“Why should I do that?” Jungkook asked, a hint of defiance in his tone.

A sly smile crept onto Jeongukk’s face. “If you help me, I’ll let you take over my mafia business when the time is right. You’ll just need to follow my instructions precisely.”

Jungkook’s interest piqued at the mention of the family business. “Okay, I’m listening.”

Jeongukk leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.

“All you have to do is keep your mother occupied and away from my and Taehyung’s room. I also need you to act affectionately towards Taehyung in front of her so she’ll believe there’s something more happening between you two.”

A mischievous gleam appeared in Jungkook’s eyes. “Deal,” he responded with a smirk that suggested he was already plotting.

Jeongukk straightened, his expression turning serious. “But remember, don’t overdo it. If you cross any boundaries, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it. I’ll make sure no harm comes to Taehyung, but you need to tread lightly.”

“Understood,” Jungkook replied, a mix of excitement and trepidation evident in his voice as he considered the implications of such a deal.

**Flashback End**

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Meanwhile with Jungkook

Jungkook dragged Bora's body outside the house to the backyard as he approached his men with a blank expression.

Jungkook looked at them and said in a cold tone "Burn her body and get rid of the evidence."

"Yes sir." The man replied

Jungkook ascended the staircase, the soft creak of the floorboards accompanying his steady strides.

He reached the door to the shared sanctuary of Jeongukk and Taehyung, pushing it open to reveal the dimly lit room, adorned with scattered clothes.

As he stepped inside, he could feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable.

"My men are handling it," Jungkook announced, his voice steady but a hint of frustration lacing his words.

Jeongukk turned to face him, his brow furrowed and eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Good. But what exactly transpired before she stormed into our room?" The edge in his tone indicated that there was more than just annoyance brewing beneath the surface.

"It was your responsibility to keep her out of our space."

With a defensive sigh, Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the heat of Jeongukk's glare.

"I know, but she was being a complete bitch," he replied, his irritation bubbling to the surface.

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**Flashback**

Jungkook and Bora lounged in the cozy living room, the soft glow of the television flickering in front of them.

As they settled into the cushions, Jungkook busied himself with his phone, swiping through emails and messages while the ambient sounds of the show played in the background.

Just then, a muffled moan from upstairs broke the tranquility of the moment.

Jungkook furrowed his brow, a mix of irritation and disbelief washing over him.

"Seriously? They are so stupid," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Jungkook’s eyes flicked from his phone to Bora as she gracefully rose from the worn, plush couch, a puzzled expression crossing her face.

"What are you up to?" Jungkook's voice held an edge, each word clipped and sharp as he narrowed his gaze on her.

Bora replied, her tone firm yet composed, "I’m just going to check on what your father and brother are up to." She stood her ground, a hint of defiance in her posture.

Jungkook's expression hardened further. "No, just stay here. They’re perfectly fine— I was just texting Dad." The lie rolled off his tongue smoothly.

Undeterred, Bora countered, "I still need to see for myself."

Jungkook tightened his grip on her wrist, his voice cold as ice, "I told you they’re fine. What’s the point of going up there?"

"Let go of my hand," Bora commanded, yanking her wrist free from his grasp with determination.

She took a step back, her eyes blazing with resolve. "You know, you’re just like your father—rude and emotionally distant. I’m going upstairs, and if you try to stop me, I’ll call the cops and tell them you hit me."

With that, she turned on her heel and marched toward the stairs, her footsteps echoing with purpose.

Jungkook cursed under his breath as he ran to his bedroom, grabbed his gun, and made his way to Jeongukk’s and Taehyung's bedroom.

He listened to the conversation, but as soon as she began pulling her phone out to call the cops, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation, hitting her directly in the head.

**Flashback End**