'Inyeon' A taekook tale

It's been two weeks since Jungkook had moved into the mansion and no progress had been made. Taehyung 's pattern persisted, elongating his stay at the company more than usual, returning home late at night, apparently avoiding any form of interaction with the younger, dwindling his expectations and hopes for a propitious development.

Jungkook spent his days looking after Tata, getting to know him, his needs,his interests, playing games, teaching him how to draw, ambling around the flourish gardens, sitting by the pool reading his favourite book, that so happened to be his Papa 's, cooking together and watching cartoons.

The younger had to concede he enjoyed interacting with Tata. He had also established a great bond with the staff but he was far from achieving his goal.How could he since Tae was avoiding him like the plague? He was always absent.They had one encounter in a period of fifteen days,only because Tae had forgotten his briefcase and had returned home to get it. This was so frustrating!

At the moment they were in Tata 's room making a puzzle, talking.

"You are pretty good at this bun!" Jungkook complimented him, flashing a bunny smile.

"I love puzzles Kookie."

"You seem to be enjoying it! You are very skillful bun... Well done!" Jungkook praised the boy to boost his confidence.

" Thanks Kookie!"

" Do you make them with dada?"

" No...with grandpa and grandma... They have bought me lots of puzzles."

" What else do you like?" Jungkook was trying to bring the conversation to a particular subject.

" Drawing.. playing football... watching cartoons and..." He stopped to think for a moment before continuing." reading stories...Well dada reads them to Tata." He shrugged his tiny shoulders, occupied in placing a puzzle piece in the right place." I don't know how to read."

" You will baby. Once you go to school, meet new people ,make new friends your teacher will help you. Then you'll be able to do it yourself." He coughed." Bun, does your mommy read you bedtime stories?"

The boy seemed unbothered by his question and unwilling to answer. He exhibited no reaction when his mother was mentioned and to be frank

Tata's indifference baffled him ." Bun would you like to talk about your... mommy?" This particular subject was purposely abjured by everyone.However he found it unhealthy for the boy 's upbringing. What child doesn't talk about his mother?

" No." he answered sternly, occupied with his puzzle.

"Why not? Baby talk to me.Tell me what's troubling you." A few minutes of silence before Tata struck him with his answer.

" I don't have a mommy.She is not my mum."

His reply intrigued the younger. "Everyone has a mum."

" Do you have one Kookie?"

Jungkook was taken aback. Scratching his head, contemplating whether or not to explain. " Well...I have my appa Namjoon and my papa Seokjin."

Tata widen his doe eyes ,staring at him in confusion." You have two daddies?"

" Kind of..." he moued" I came from my papa 's tummy like you did from your mummy's..." That was as far as he could go. He was afraid he might confuse the young boy.

"Wow! Can I have two daddies too?"

" Bun you have a daddy and a mummy. They both...love you."

" Dada loves me....she doesn't ..."he cropped up his head ,gazing straight at Jungkook." Can you be my daddy Kookie?"

The younger almost choked on thin air. Him and his big mouth! Try explaining to a boy deprived of his mum's affection , that you can't exchange parents in case you don't like yours. In the short while he had been in that house , they had developed a strong bond and that was obviously the sourse of Tata's confusion. Jungkook was giving him what his mother tefused." Baby I am your friend.I will always be by your side. Loving and caring but I can't be your daddy...It will hurt your mummy deeply...Can you settle with me being your friend?"

Tata seemed genuinely aloofed with his response." Can I meet your daddies Kookie?"

" We'll have to ask your dada.If he agrees we can visit them." he replied, thaking God the boy changed the subject , avoiding making any promises he couldn't keep.He doubted Tae wouldn't dismiss the idea, due to his irrational overprotectiveness towards Tata.

Taehyung stormed inside , completely ignoring the younger, sitting next to the boy, stroking his hair.

" Hi dada.We are making a puzzle!"

" Excellent baby...I have brilliant news! Your mummy is coming in two days.Isn' t it wonderful?She is coming home to us!" His eyes hid so much joy for the news.

While Tata faced the news in complete dismay, Jungkook 's heart clenched.His hoarded despair was spawning.Duri was returning to her family and he was unprepared for the encounter.A squealing feeling slodged in his stomach, as his brittle heart sustained a sharp stabbing, battling to overcome the aching . Accept reality and ultimately face the inevitable truth. Taehyung belonged to another woman. How on earth could he watch the man he adored , hugging and kissing her? Knowing they were sleeping together in the upper floor? How painful it was to see the excitement and happiness in his eyes! He cursed in all the five languages he knew in his mind. Bloody hell!

" Baby your mummy is coming.Won't you say anything? Aren't you happy?" he insisted holding his hand .Still no response." JungTae don't be rude! I asked you a question!" he demanded strictly as his beautiful eyes filled with rage and darkness.

" Bun please answer to your daddy. It's not polite to ignore him." Jungkook urged the boy with a stern expression.

Taehyung felt a knot in his stomach hearing the word ' daddy' from the younger 's plump lips. Warily his gaze stared at them, gulping. Suppressed needs emerged causing shrewed pain in his lower part.That alone aggravated him so he snubbed." ANSWER ME!STOP ACTING LIKE A BRAT AND ANSWER THE FUCKEN QUESTION!" he bowled , smashing both hands on the floor.

Tata blanched , slithering away to Kookie 's safety." No ...I don't care...I don't want her...tell her not to come." he lisped weakly , hidden in the younger 's embrace.

" Baby that's not a pleasant thing to say." Taehyung was trying to be understanding and avoid any conflicts in the presence of Jungkook. He hated that condescending look in his glowing eyes.

Tata tilted his small head to the left, scrunching his lips." Tell her not to come...I don't want her." the boy insisted.

"She is your mother. How can you reject her? She misses you...thinks about you...I didn't raise an ungrateful brat." he scolded him." I won't tolerate this behaviour any longer. She's your mother and you 'll show her respect."

" HE ISN'T MY MOTHER! I DON'T LOVE HER!" He flinged the piece he was holding, flipping the puzzle, folding his hands across his chest. Taehyung was in a raging spree and grabbing Jungkook 's arm violently, pulled him up , gritting his teeth.

" This is all your doing! What lies have you planted in his head to reject his own mother? What sort of a cunning person manipulates an innocent child? What do you hope to gain? She is my wife and HIS MOTHER! It's not your place to interfere in our lives." he blatantly accused him , unable to restrain his menace. He had to snub at someone and Jungkook was right there. An easy target.

Jungkook , mutilated by his aberrant bearing and false accusations , whistled on pain, attempting to jog his hand and escape his grip." Let go...you are hurting me!" he whimpered. His Tae would rather die than cause him pain. Who was this man? How could he be so cruel and inconsiderate? What the hell happened to his hyungie?

" DON'T HURT MY KOOKIE!" JungTae yelled , crying , stepping between them to protect his friend as Jungkook lifted him up.

Taehyung 's seething resentment had finally reached a boiling point, making him grasp he was venting his rage on the younger. He released his grip , touling back, steeped in guilt due to Jungkook 's teary eyes.

" How dare you?" He held the boy securely in his embrace, hugging him because he was shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm." I would never poison an innocent child 's mind or manipulate him in the most hideous way. What would I gain? I am not heartless to play dangerous games with his soul.

The reasons for his rejection and attitude are far deeper than you think. Try discovering the roots of his denial instead of accusing me or presenting me as the bad guy in your fictional story to fit your delusions."

" Are you implying I am responsible for his denial?" he enquired, showing no signs of repentance. How dare he ? He had a lot of nerve assuming he was to blame. He did nothing but try to bring mother and son closer. Watch them develop a bond suited to their relationship. And out of the blue this boy , with his gorgeous, doe eyes, rosy lips, incredibly curved body and a round ass to die for, had the audacity to ...WHAT DID HE JUST THINK?GOOD LORD! HE WAS LOOSING IT!HE SHOULD BE SCOLDING HIM NOT ADMIRING HIM!

"It's not my place to point fingers at anyone. My duty is to protect him to the best of my abilities. Although, I must advice you,for you son's shake to thoroughly search for the deeper reasons." Patting Tata 's back, he begun rocking his body to calm him.

"A child must love and respect his parents, especially his mother. He was inside her for nine months,sharing a unique bond.Gave birth to him, enduring hours of pain, held him in her arms, witnessed his first smile...heard his first word.How can he not love her?"he questioned outloud.

If he only knew how his sweet words about her , relentlessly hammered the younger's heart.Gathering all his strength he offered his boss the appropriate answer." Love goes both ways. Mother isn't the one who gives birth to you but the one who loves you unconditionally, raises you.Holds your hand when you are sick .Feels your pain.Dries your tears when you have nightmares.Puts her child' s needs above hers....not her career and forgets you even exist. Mother is not a title but a feeling . You either have it or you don't.You have a misconception about love and caring Mr.Kim." He turned , walking to the door." If you'll excuse me and if you are done insulting me...It's time for his lunch."

Taehyung was left more confused and baffled than ever.Perhaps because the younger spoke the truth. The one he avoided thinking, contemplating...admitting... mostly to himself. He had reached the point of questioning the foundations, his life and family, were based on. Taehyung detested changes.He preferred order, discipline but above all consistency.This intruder created reasonable doubts in all aspects of his perfectly built family ,that was crambling down like a sandcastle.

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The next day ,Taehyung decided to work from home to keep an eye on his son, due to Duri's arrival.Finishing his e-mails he marched to Tata's room to have another conversation , bribe him with a visit to his favourite amusement park and lots of ice cream.The room was empty and after prowling around the mansion he headed to the only place left.When he reached Jungkook 's room he halted noticing the scene unveiling in front of his eyes. Through the half opened door the younger 's naked upper body, blinded him. Lurking behind the lintel ,he held his breath ,eavesdropping.

"Tata is bored Kookie! Let's go out and play football." the boy pouted, squatting on the bed.Jungkook jungled up his hair laughing.

"Give me a minute bun to change my T-shirt...a naughty , little devil spilt apple juice on it!" Crounching down , he pinched his nose ,displaying his round, curvy like an oversized apricot ass.The image led Taehyung get a hard on, touching his cock just to make sure it was a fucken dream ...or a nightmare. Seriously what the hell was wrong with him?

Through the mirror next to bed, he got a clear image of his perfectly shaped collarbones,his busty, voluptuous milky chest , flat stomach and a damn tiny, feminine waist.What really caught his attention were the two seductive, pink nipples standing up proudly ,ready to be pinched, flicked and slurped.His ,now, huge erection, poking inside his loose blue jeans , was generating immense guilt , confusion , pestering him.

' NO...NO I NEED TO CALM DOWN.... IT'S NOT HAPPENING... IT'S A FUCKEN NIGHTMARE....I GOT TO GO...I CAN GO...DAMN IT' The voice in his head echoed in his ears, repeating the same words again and again like a broken record. Stepping back, he lumbered but couldn't make another stride without staggering.It took all his strength to walk and eventually hide in the comfort of his study.Duri had to come soon...he was losing his sanity.He simply wanted no...needed to fuck a woman asap.

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" Tata is sorry Kookie...promise I'll be a good boy." JungTae perched his lips , lowering his head.

" Hey bun...no harm is done! It's only a T-shirt! We'll wash it."

" You won't get mad or shout at Tata..."

" Why would I do that to the best boy in the whole wide world?" Jungkook put on another white, v-neck T-shirt, but observed Tata was squirming at the right side of the bed.

" She does .." he lisped, bitting his lips ,tears appearing in his eyes.

Jungkook settled next to him, gently lifting up his head." Who?"

" That ...woman...Duri..."

To say he was surprised was an understatement." What does she do?" he asked as calm as possible.

" She...shouts...screams...calls me a...brat..."

" Have you told your dada?" Obviously the woman lacked in patience and had zero maternity instincts.

Tata shook his head." No...no...he will not believe Tata ..Dada loves her... more than me...always scolds Tata for...her..." he mumbled ,his body quivering.

" I am certain that's not true.He adores you bun.Takes good care of you.Your hyungs, grandparents, everyone in this house loves you." he assured him." Your mummy ...loves you... Sometimes people are scared to share or show their emotions,so they hide them.That doesn't mean they don't have any." He hated lying.Lying was evil.It complicated things. In this case ,Jungkook felt as if he was committing a crime.

The boy hid his body in the younger 's arms, roosting his head in his neck.Jungkook's redolent scent seemed to calm him." She...squeezes my ....hand...locks me ...in the ...closet... it's dark...cold...Tata is afraid of the dark...she is mean. Kookie..." he stuttred , pressing his little hand on Kook's thighs.

Jungkook 's heart was ripped as many ambiguous emotions were gushing out. Sadness.Pain.Fury...How can a mother exhibit such cruelty to her own son?Her flesh and blood? Punishing him so brutally to the extent he would fear her?

Using punishment as a form of discipline? Ok, neglecting him is one thing but abusing him is an unforgivable crime.No child should endure such vile behaviour. He couldn't help wondering where was Taehyung in all this? Who else knew about it and kept their mouths shut? As a gentle soul ,he felt the need to protect him, keep him safe from evil, as if he was his own son ..He was rocking Tata in his arms, whispering comforting words.

" I am here now...I won't let anyone harm you baby...I promise." He meant every word coming out of his mouth.

" No more closet? You' ll protect Tata?"

" Cross my heart bun."

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Taehyung leaned against the cold wall in the solitary of his study, having the desire to bang his head on the white surface. The churning feeling in his stomach and tightness in his chest, an oppressive burden, were impairing his stored aggravation for his betrayal. His lustful ,unexpected thoughts and arousal were triggered by a man's naked body.

That specific man 's naked body! A lith, wiry waist with a feminine twist ,along with a crowing ass ,for which Tae 's mind was making pervertive associations involving two sweaty, naked bodies colliding after engaging in rough sex.Ok ,he hadn't fucked a woman in God knows how long, but his reaction was unacceptable!

He was a married man! A father! And above everything straight! He was losing it! The blazing fire, overwhelming temptation surged from the depth of his soul once again .Cockling his dark hair, his feet shuffled towards the white Kang Myung Sun couch, flopping on it like a corpse. His long-term absence from any sexual activity, combined to his overloaded schedule were playing tricks on him.

A good fuck was all he needed to blow off some steam. Perhaps with Duri 's return he could revive the old sparkle.

' Love? What about love?' the voice in his head screamed, putting a bitter smile on his face. Overrated. Once upon a time he actually had the illusion of being in love, which led him to an unsuccessful marriage.

He and Duri had an mutual understanding. A silent pack between two adults, sharing intense sexual desires and experiences. Never in an exclusive affair ,but often engaging in sex ,free of obligations, commitments and hollow promises.No strings attached! The sex was amazing! Now he was questioning his own nature, doubting himself and his sexual orientation just because he got a boner from a man! Pathetic and inexcusable on his part.

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The day of Duri's return was by far one of the worst experiences in his life. The entire staff was frantically occupied in house preparations for her majesty 's arrival. Taehyung worked from home again, to welcome his wife , making significant efforts to soothe Tata's refusal, regarding his mother.

The boy was glued to Jungkook, following him everywhere like a lost puppy. The younger was going through hell as hours seemed like centuries. He wasn't fully prepared for this situation and tried his best not to break down.

Having seen her photos on several media he was slightly disappointed when encountering her in person. The whole staff was lined up to greet her ,as displayed in movies. Clad in her white , midi, bodycon dress, hugging her figure, highlighting her elegance and class, screaming more '. Look at me!' Duri strutted into the luxurious living room, her Manolo Blahnik high heels clicking against the marble floor.

With the certainty of a woman ,that always knew she was destined for greatness, fame, smeared with plenty of arrogance. A belief bolsted by her success and the Kim's name. Purposely ignoring her surroundings, she swaggered over a smirk, pulling at the corners of her red, cherry lips. She draped both arms over Taehyung 's shoulders , lifting her head cockily, pressing her lips on her husband 's in a passionate kiss. The man reciprocated, even if caught off guard , feeling uncomfortable for some weird reason.

" Honey! I have missed you so much! I was counting the days to see you." she emphasized, neglecting everyone's presence and apparent dismay. A sharp stabbing in Jungkook 's heart, witnessing their interactions.

" I have missed you too." he replied, curling her waist with his veiny hands.

Every word, gesture was coming out extremely hard , not fully comprehending why. Another stabbing in Jungkook 's heart. The hands once holding him passionately , the same lips whispering love words , kissing him were now for another woman. His wife. The mother of his son. His inner self wished to holler ' GET YOUR HANDS OF MY MAN! HE IS MINE!' But he remained motionless, holding Tata's trembling hand, finding comfort and strength in each other.

" I couldn't wait to see you, my love! This time I have no intention of leaving you!" she nazzled her head in his neck.

" I'm glad...Our son needs you...I need you..." As soon as the words slipped his mouth he instantly regretted it, caughting a glimpse of the younger 's face. Gloomy and sad. The man felt a sting in his chest yet once again he chose to ignore it.

"Our son! Our JungTae! Where is our precious boy? Mummy is here baby!" she exclaimed fake smiling, searching around for him. She spotted Tata , hidden behind an unknown figure.An impressively charming young man , she disliked instantly.For a brief moment ,her gaze turned dingy before putting up a show fit for Oscars.

" JungTae baby? Come to mummy! Come...let me hold you!" she blathered , without any attempt to approach him." Mummy is here baby!" Bending down a little, she opened her arms to welcome her son but the boy hid more behind Jungkook. She glanced at Tae." Why isn't he coming darling? Has he forgotten me?" Tears venting from the corner of her darting eyes, proving her great acting abilities.

" JungTae your mummy is calling for you.Go to her." Tae ordered his son." Stop acting so stubborn and come here!" The man was running out of resilience from his son 's rude confuct but mostly due to Jungkook 's hurtful look. Duri finally marched towards JungTae 's direction ,who shook his head repeatedly, bolting downstairs to Jungkook 's room before getting any kind of reaction.