!!!!!please read through each chapter. All chapters have been completely changed and revised!!!!!!

VANTAE

Sequel to Two-Sided

Rated M for mature scenes/language, etc

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"I'm here! I've always been right here!"

"And you're an idiot for that."

"He was never there for you. Why can't you fucking see that?"

"I have seen that. I just...it doesn't hurt, loving someone you know you won't miss if history repeats itself..."

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After five years of living in a fairytale, the lies, secrets and broken promises surface, turning everyone's world, including Jungkook's, upside down all over again

And everyone finds themselves where they left off.

Choosing between staying alive...and love...

Running away doesn't mean getting away.

Running away means prolonging the inevitable.

There will be Mature features in this book

Taekook

Top!Tae

Bottom¡Kook

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Blood

Violence

Abuse(verbal, physical, mental, etc)

Disturbing/offensive language

Disturbing scenes

Story idea/written by: Taekook-Trasheu

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I would like to say that the Two Sided series isn't just a Taekook Lovey dovey story. It's Taehyung's story. Jungkook's story. A story about their lives. They just so happen to be in love with each other in their stories. So, please do not come after me like before because this series lacks A TON of gushy taekook content. If that's more what you're looking for, look elsewhere. :3

If you don't like this story, and/or the series, then just don't read.

All negative/hate comments will be deleted.

I won't allow the negativity to affect me here anymore, and I won't be a part of it.

Thanks :3

I will warn you, there is Namkook in this book, as well as other couples and ships. It is SOLELY for the plot. In this newly revised version, there will also be a lot of Taekook, way more than there was in Two-Sided. If you are an overly sensitive taekook fan who gets triggered and really pissed off to see Jungkook or Taehyung with anyone else, I suggest you not read this book.

I repeat, there is Namkook and other ships in this book

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I purple you guys. 💜💜💜

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Vante

Sequel: Two•Sided

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This story takes place 5 years after the last chapter in Two Sided, And two years after the epilogue.

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"M..move," V gulped and shakily lifted the gun back up, pointing it at Jungkook, his arm shaking bad enough for Jungkook to clearly see it. One of V's hands came up and grabbed his shaking arm, trying to push it down as if he was struggling with himself. Tears trickled out of his eyes while he shook his head. "Jungkook—Jungkook, move!"

Jungkook was frozen as the arm holding the gun became firm, pointing directly at him with an easy shot. "Wh-what-"

BANG

Jungkook jumped to the side, falling over as he stared at V with bewilderment. Did-Did V just shoot at him? He looked over his shoulder to a bullet hole in the wall behind him. Tears pricked at his eyes, and he turned to face the struggling man in front of him.

"St-stop-" V growled, face turning red. "Please, stop!"

Anger filled his eyes and he gripped the gun tightly, watering eyes not leaving Jungkook's as his hand cocked up, the barrel of the gun pressing against the underside of his chin. Panic surged through Jungkook and he scrambled to his feet, eyes wide as he let out a scream, reaching towards the male. Time seemed to stay the same as Jungkook felt himself go in slow motion. His eyes strained on the gun, watched the twitch of his fingers, watching the veins pulse beneath his skin in panic. "V!!—"

"I'm sorry-"

BANG

"Ah-!" Jungkook shot up, one hand gripping on to his shirt and bunching the fabric up in a fist. Beady sweat covered his body, the sheen layer glistening in the soft glow of the moonlight that snuck through the crack in the blinds. Shoulders heaved as he tried to calm his breathing, ragged breaths leaving him in huffs. Body trembled, and senses were overstimulated as he tried to fully come to, head twitching to shake away the horrid dream. That horrible nightmare.

That memory.

Thick lashes fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply, holding his breath. One...two...three...four... He exhaled and reopened his eyes, and let go of his shirt, allowing both hands to rake his hair back and detach his locks from his wet forehead. With being so shaken up by his mere mind, he would've expected to fall off the bed from how fast he jolted up. It was a wonder how he was still on the mattress, nowhere near the edges. Just snuggly sitting in the middle.

He reached around the empty bed and feelt around for something, but touched nothing but coldness. Emptiness. "Shit," he hissed, closing his eyes and resting his face in the palm of his hands, letting reality take over him and calm his nerves with an ease he hadn't expected so fast.

Why were those thoughts still haunting him after all this time? It wasn't like it was a recurring thing that happened. When was the last time he had that dream- almost a full year ago. Of all times, when he thought he had actually forgotten and moved on, now it decided to come back? How ironic for him...and on this day of all days, too.

Jungkook rubbed the fear from his face and dropped his hands. He slid over the bed and threw his legs over the edge, letting his feet plant to the floor and his toes to get used to the cold, hardwood floors. A shiver ran up his spine as he stood up, legs wobbly but nothing new to him after a night alone. In bed, that was. He was hardly left home alone at this time-- what time was it? Near 3 in the morning, he assumed. By this time, there was usually someone else there with him, occupying his thoughts if he was ever awoken by anything intrusive.

He walked out of the bedroom that he had been residing in for the past few weeks, eyes peering down the dark hallways before his feet stepped into it. Padding down the narrow opening, his hand glided across the wall as he walked, eyes trying to focus on the light that he could find coming in from windows. He peered into the room next to his. No one.

He took a few more steps and glanced into the living space he had spent most of his time in. Deserted as well. A hand came up and tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, squinting to focus on where he was walking. Feet came in contact with the wooden steps and he descended down the stairs until he was met with a soft glow of orange.

Jungkook shielded his eyes a little as he walked into the kitchen. "Joon?" he questioned with a soft frown before he dropped his hand, taking in the sight before him.

The older leaned against the dark island, a toothpick in his mouth and reading glasses loosely on his nose, a notebook in one hand while a pen rested in the other. Messy hair sat atop his head, the copper color slowly turning darker the closer it got to his roots. It had been a while since his hair was dyed. The beige T-shirt hung onto his body loosely, the neck opening a bit wide and exposing more of his shoulder than intended. Muscular legs were adorned in light grey pajama pants, and black socks fitted over his feet.

A smile appeared on his face when the other noticed Jungkook, and a small dimple appeared. "Koo." It was almost like a soft tune that played in Jungkook's ears. "Why're you awake?"

Jungkook approached the other and pulled out another stool near him, planting himself on it with a yawn. "M'not sure," he lied, something so effortlessly he could do. Spent years trying to perfect it. "Why are you?" He peered over at the notebook. "Inspiration?"

"I wish," Namjoon chuckled dryly, taking his glasses off and setting them on the table, along with his book. He rubbed his face and pushed some hair back. "I was hoping staying out here would've helped with it."

"It's not like you haven't written anything in months," Jungkook stated as he reached over and grabbed the notebook. "You just try planning ahead too much."

"Who would I be if I didn't?"

Jungkook cracked a grin but didn't reply to the man who spoke, a twinge of that irritation slowly rising but quickly fading. As strong as his love was for this man, his hatred seethed at having the number one spot in his heart. To love someone from the bottom of his heart, to also hate the same person with the same amount of passion due to unknown reasons. How unfair this life was.

His eyes skimmed over the page that was half empty. The words didn't entirely make sense to Jungkook. Yet they resonated within him, especially after the memory that appeared as a nightmare.

"Writing in Korean again?" Jungkook questioned after studying the few lines written, setting down the book. "A korean artist asked for your lyricism?"

Namjoon sat quietly for a few minutes, staring at the table with a sort of odd glint in his eyes. It wouldn't be a weird thing if Namjoon mained in writing Korean songs, but since their move to America years ago, the older had stuck with writing for the English speaking crowd. Talk of who they were, in that Korean music business, was forbidden with them.

It held too many scars, more than the memories created from the past. Of course, they spoke in their native tongue. But when it came to music, it was never thought of. Neither of them wanted that past to even relate to either of them. It had been like that for some time now.

"No," he finally spoke up, grabbing the book and closing it. "It's for myself. Some thoughts that linger every now and then." His eyes flicked up to catch Jungkook's, and the younger one stared back at him in question. "Thoughts about you."

Thoughts about me. More like thoughts about him. Jungkook forced a small grin and nodded. He scooted closer and yawned, wrapping both arms around Namjoon's arm, head leaning to rest against his shoulder. Namjoon hummed softly, and moved one hand over to brush back Jungkook's hair. "Your roots are showing."

"So are yours," Jungkook muttered.

"Are you planning on dying it anytime soon?"

Jungkook reached up and played with a strand of hair as he averted his eyes to look out the back doors in front of them, seeing snow stick to the glass and the wooden veranda. The pretty whitee color already covered the ground outside, the snow not having stopped in a few days. Not like either minded it. It's what they were used to when they went up to their cabin in Utah for a few weeks.

The perfect glow of the snow made a sudden nostalgia fill Jungkook's chest, and he inhaled deeply. The tightening was almost suffocating, and the emotions almost choked him from his calm stare. Lights, as if from an old movie, seemed to flicker around him as the snow fell harder. Soft sound around him grew louder and louder until the buzzing in his ears almost sounded real. Almost sounded like them.

'It's odd how much it's been snowing. Christmas is in a few days, though. So I guess it's okay.'

'Think we'll survive the storms with the group of people living under this roof?'

'Bogum- we'll be fine.'

'It was just a question, Lisa.'

Soft laughter, that buzzing laughter, filled his ears.

'Yoongi doesn't think we'll last.'

'That's not true, you ass. I never said that.'

'It's what you told Jungkook.'

'Oh, great. Lemme guess, you went and blabbed your mouth to him, didn't you Jungkook.'

'Him?'

'V.'

"I'll probably let my natural color come back," Jungkook answered, blinking his eyes a few times before turning his head, nuzzling his forehead against Namjoon's shoulder. "It's easier than redying."

Namjoon ran his fingers through Jungkook's hair and nodded, gaze moving to look outside. "Yeah." He gave Jungkook a squeeze. "I guess it is."

Jungkook inhaled deeply and moved to rest his chin on Namjoon's shoulder. A hand reached out and cupped Joon's cheek, directing his attention to the younger one. Namjoon stared into Jungkook's eyes, studying him. What he was feeling. What he was thinking.

"Jeez," Namjoon whispered. "It's almost the 12th..."

"We'll be leaving soon..."

"Back to California." Namjoon reached up and grabbed Jungkook's chin with a soft grip. "Are you ready for that?"

"Yeah." Jungkook closed his eyes. He composed himself from past thoughts leaking into his mind. Then he reopened his eyes. "Ready to continue my life with you."

"Jungkook." Namjoon's lips made a tight, straight line as he went quiet for a few seconds. "I love you."

A hurt smile appeared on Jungkook's face as he noticed the different look in Namjoon's eyes, the way the light shifted. He knew who that was for. Those words weren't for him. "I love you." And those words weren't for Namjoon.

"I know." And Namjoon knew that.

"I know, too." They both knew.

It was no secret.

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The crowded streets left Jungkook in awe, forgetting just how many people roamed Hollywood multiple times a day in hopes they could catch a glimpse of someone that would seem interesting to post about on social media. Even after being back for a few weeks, the heat was still exhausting to Jungkook, and he'd rather be in the cool winds of Utah again during this time of month.

Jungkook tapped the black bag in the passenger seat, tilting his head to the side while hearing some girls on the corner as he waited for the light to turn green. Talk of big American artists had gone around once Jungkook and Namjoon got back from their vacation, Namjoon announcing his collab with many people upon his return. Some artists were good friends of the two men, people that Namjoon worked with frequently. Other artists were new to the two, people constantly begging for collabs.

Jungkook didn't do the writing, no, but he did back up vocals every so often to help out the tracks if they weren't hitting the way they intended to. His job was something simple, just a dance instructor who taught young adults how to move to certain genres of music. It was a fun and carefree job for someone like Jungkook.

He could've easily claimed the spotlight with Namjoon, but after the horrifying past he lived in, he preferred to stay out of the spotlight. Preferred to stay hidden so not so many people knew of his name. Not in an important sense, at least.

But the two were doing good, with Namjoon following his career and making music, and Jungkook dancing to his heart's content.

They were both living their lives to the fullest, happy with what they were doing.

Jungkook made a sharp turn into to his dance studio's parking lot, quickly parking in an empty spot. He grabbed his bag and stood from the car, closing his door, then making his was to the building. Unblocking the doors, Jungkook slipped into the building, closing the door behind him with puffed out cheeks.

He muttered under his breath as he pushed hair from his face, turning around with a huff. His eyes widened at seeing the slender man before him, standing in front of the mirror. His now dark brown hair framing his astonishingly handsome face, eyes scanning his outfit with uncertainty.

Upon noticing Jungkook enter, Namjoon turned around and frowned. "I don't think this is professional enough."

Jungkook placed his bag near the wall before making his way to Namjoon. "I think it looks fine. You're dressed how you should be for a producer. You aren't going there to walk along a red carpet. When they say professional, they just mean 'nice', not in a suit." Jungkook patted Namjoon's chest and smiled. "You look good."

And that he did. There was no lie to it.

His legs were covered by nice, discolored whitewashed jeans that fitted his tall frame perfectly. His upper part was clothed by a black collared button-up shirt with the buttons near his neck unbuttoned, green, beige, tan and pale black designs scattered across to give the illusion that the shirt was green at first glance. His bright piercings complimented the tanned skin tone and the sunglasses in his hand were waiting to top off the look.

Jungkook reached up and ran his fingers through Namjoon's soft hair, loving the way it was styled to show off his gorgeous forehead. "I know, I know," Namjoon started. "I'm just nervous..." He looked off to the side and bit into his bottom lip. "Although, I'm not sure why..."

Jungkook noticed the glint of worry that passed through Namjoon's eyes, a few questions popping up in his own mind. He was no stranger to that look. Namjoon knew why he was overthinking. He just wasn't admitting it to himself. "What's there to be nervous about?" the younger asked with a smile, stepping back and looking at himself in the mirror.

He had a red and dark navy striped shirt that was collared, tucked into almost black pants that showcased his thick thighs and small waist, the unbuttoned blazer hanging on Jungkook's shoulders loosely yet fitting him just perfectly. "It's not like you're going to speak in front of countries and to lead a rebellion, Joon," Jungkook laughed, checking himself out in the mirror.

His black hair continued to fall in his face, leaving a small open spot to show his forehead, some loose strands falling to his eyebrows. "You're going because you were invited to the party. It's what you get for being a talented producer-"

"Correction, lovely," Namjoon interrupted, grabbing Jungkook's wrist and running his thumb over it. "I'm going to promote my music to people I'd rather not associate with. You're going to the party." Namjoon sighed, letting go of Jungkook's wrist and wrapping his arms around Jungkook's waist, pulling him close.

Jungkook stared into Namjoon's eyes and smiled his bunny smile. Namjoon lightly grabbed Jungkook's chin and tilted his head back before pressing their lips together, gently speaking against Jungkook's. "Am I the only one you smile at like that?"

Jungkook kissed Namjoon's lips multiple times, hands resting on his waist. "Mmm...is someone's possessive side appearing?"

"I don't know...depends on what your answer is."

Jungkook smiled against the soft lips before pulling away