When Forever Finds You (Mr.Rude)|Taekook|Kookv

Yes, both of them had started to change. The situation had forced them into this reality, and perhaps there was no hope left. 

Taehyung was once innocent, cute, and just a 17-year-old boy. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would become a mafia—and not just any mafia, but a famous and dangerous one. 

It's been 2 weeks

One morning, Taehyung woke up from a restless sleep. He reached for his new phone, but his mind kept drifting back to the old one he had left behind in Korea. The switched-off phone. He knew that if he turned it on, he’d see the countless messages and missed calls from the people who cared about him—people who had worried for him, cried for him, especially his Jungkookie. 

He was torn between his brain and his heart. His brain screamed at him to leave the phone alone, to not reopen old wounds. But his heart betrayed him. His heart wanted to see the messages, to know how much they had worried, to reassure them that he was okay. He wanted to reply, to tell them not to worry, that he would be fine. Most of all, he wanted to ask if *they* were okay—especially his Jungkookie. 

After five minutes of internal struggle, he finally gave in. He pulled the phone out of the drawer beside his bed, where he had hidden it to avoid the constant temptation. With trembling hands, he switched it on. 

His heart nearly stopped. 

1,003 messages** from Jungkook. 
**886 missed calls** from Jungkook. 
**500 messages** and **700 missed calls** from Jimin. 

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he wiped them away harshly. He didn’t want to cry anymore. He had already accepted his fate—he was going to be a mafia, a dangerous man. There was no turning back. 

He opened the messages and began scrolling. The first message was from Jungkook, sent the day before he was kidnapped: 

*“Taehyung, you have a checkup tomorrow. I’ll be the one checking you, not Jin. Be ready.”* 

Taehyung remembered how excited he had been to read that message. After their argument, Jungkook had been avoiding him, only coming into his room when he was asleep. Sometimes, Taehyung would pretend to be asleep just to catch a glimpse of him. How stupid he had been, waiting for Jungkook like that. 

And now? He was sitting in a luxurious room, miles away from the life he once knew, accepting that he was about to become a mafia. The irony was almost too much to bear. 

He kept scrolling. 

“Taehyung, be ready. The checkup is at 10:00 a.m.” (Sent the morning he was kidnapped.) 

*“Taehyung…”* 

*“Taehyung-ah, where are you?”*
 
*“Kwenchana?  

*“Are you with Jin?

With your uncle?

Are you outside?”* 

*“Don’t play with me.”* 

*“Baby…”* 

*“Taetae…”* 

*“Please reply.”* 

The messages grew more desperate: 

*“Taehyung-ah… baby, why did you do this to me?”* 

*“You just left after writing that damn letter.”*
 
*“Baby, reply to me.”* 

*“Did you really go somewhere?”* 

*“Why didn’t you tell me you loved me?”*
 
*“I love you too.”* 

*“Don’t go.”* 

*“Taetae, come back to me…”* 

Taehyung’s heart shattered as he read each message. He wanted to reply, to tell Jungkook he was okay, to say he loved him too.  Tears rolled ,now he didn't wipe, he let them to roll.

  So he decided, he want to make jk hate towards him.

Goodbye,move on, because i already did.

Taehyung click the send button, that's one of the worst lie he said .

You’re worth everything, Jungkookie, but I’m not. I’ll carry this love for you in my heart, but I don’t want you to break because of me. That’s why I’m making you hate me. I don’t want you to see the monster I’m becoming—not until you find out in your own way."you will get a good partner,he thought after he sends the message.

He tried to forget everything. When he first opened the messages, he tried to be strong, but now look at him—he said goodbye to Jungkook and lied about moving on. It was a big lie, but he wanted to put a full stop to everything. There was no going back anyway. 

Now, he was in London, living in a luxurious mansion. He had everything there—except happiness. He tried to forget his past, but the weight of his choices pressed heavily on him. Slowly, he began to change. The innocent boy was fading away, replaced by someone colder, harder. He had accepted his fate: he was going to be a mafia, a dangerous man. There was no turning back now. 

After that, he opened Jimin’s chat. His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before he typed a single word: *“Goodbye.”* 

Jimin was his best friend, his soulmate. Their bond wasn’t the kind that could be broken with a simple goodbye, but Taehyung wanted to put a full stop to everything. He wanted to make them hate him—to push them away so they wouldn’t suffer because of him. It was the only way he knew how to protect them. 

After that, he switched off the phone and tucked it away in a corner of his closet. After all, he wasn’t going to use it anymore. He didn’t want to throw it away—maybe he kept it there so he could see the replies, especially from Jungkook. That phone held pieces of his past. Only have little.

There were even some photos of Jungkook that Jimin had sent him when he found out Taehyung liked him. Maybe he kept it there so he could look at those pictures when the loneliness became too much. 

Maybe… who knows? 

But no—he kept it there simply because it was a gift from his uncle. That was the only reason. 

Afterward, he went to the bathroom and went through his morning routine. Now, it was time for training. But before that, he had to eat. He walked to the dining table, where his father was already eating. His father no longer abused him; he only spoke when it was something serious, and even then, it was brief. 

*“Eat and go to training,”* his father said sternly. Taehyung nodded silently. 

Today, he broke another person’s hand and beat them until they couldn’t scream. Now, he laughed when he did things like that. It was a hollow laugh, but it was a laugh nonetheless. 

“V!” someone called. Yes, he had taken that name in this world. In the mafia world, he would be known as “V.”

“Wae?” he asked, turning to see Hoseok. Hoseok was the only person he knew here, the only one he could talk to. He was like a hyung to him—like Jimin, Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook had been. Hoseok was a sunshine, but he was dangerous when angry. 

Taehyung only spoke to him softly. 

“Why, hyung? Did something happen?”

“Yah, you have to introduce yourself today, don’t you? Are you ready for this, V?”Hoseok asked, teasing him as he said the name “V.”
But there was a hint of concern in his voice, a silent acknowledgment of how young Taehyung still was. 

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