Bloodline (btsxjjk) (rewriting)

17[rewritten]

"Jungkook, can you try breaking this table, just to test your strength," the women, Katrina asked. She was curious about the enigma named Jeon Jungkook. A boy who had a shitty past and hates the country and suddenly he wants to rule over it after finding out that he was a heir. Yes, she knew almost everything given that she had spies in the castle and for all the government officials. In reality, it was only five men and women who did all the dirty work.

"What if i break my hand?" Jungkook exclaimed, he took a quick glance at the other members who seemed to be in a different dimension and Jeongan who seemed to be quite interested in the topic of jungkook breaking his hand.

"Insurance will cover it,"

"What insurance? I ain't got insurance just like jimin got no jams,"

"I don't care, punch it," the women told darkly. Jungkook gulped at the glare Katrina was giving him, he wanted to pee in his pants at that moment.

"Ok, i am doing this, woman. Just remember you owe me," jungkook told. It was supposed to sound high and mighty but turned at to be a little rat squeaking in front of a ravenous wolf. He closed his eyes and BANG. Jungkook yelped in pain as he had accidentally hit his fist against a surprisingly hard rock table. Nevertheless, it shattered into pieces and left jungkook with a huge cut running against his palm as a shard of moonstone cut it.

"What the fuck!" Hoseok screamed as he immediately inspected jungkook's palm with an odd energy running like adrenaline through him. Jungkook who was too busy whining about the wound, didn't bother to push the guy away.

"I know, what the fuck! Women, i told you my insurance isn't real like Jimin's jams," jungkook told as Hoseok had ripped a piece of his cloth and tied it around the boy's palm. The pain wasn't much for Jungkook but he had become a bit of a drama queen after living with Elena and honey who had spoiled him, that had included eating ice-cream with meat at midnight.

"I have jams, you jealous bitches," jimin roared, bringing out the bottle of jams he carries everywhere for all the haters out there.

"Shut up, you abusive motherfucker. You and you invisible jams can go to hell," jungkook retaliated. Before the other members can join in, the woman kicked jungkook's ass.

"All of you, be quiet. If this how you guys are gonna act then you have just lost our support," Katrina told, eyes reflecting anger and irritation.

"I just realised how unprofessional i along with my fellow comrades have acted through out this evening. Pardon us," jungkook told as he shoved both his hands in his non existent pocket.

"Though, i had not interfered in that delightful conversation, i hope you do not lose your interest in us. We have travelled far and our feet are tired. Can we please further discuss tomorrow?" namjoon asked and the women nodded her head. Jungkook wouldn't admit this but namjoon had been his role model and ideal type since day 1 and still might be, despite all those major flaws and their history. Every single time, no matter how much tension is in the air, namjoon would be able to stay clam, rational and mediate the conversation. His word play awed and made jungkook's jaw drop down to the floor. The ability to switch- now, jungkook's fantasies is diverting the main topic at hand.

"Ah yes, looks like i will postpone the important meeting to tomorrow. Michael will show your rooms," she told in a slightly distasteful tone.

"Look, Katrina. We would love to discuss and i know the meeting is important but it makes no use for it to happen especially since we, one of the essential members, are tired," namjoon told in a stern tone. Michael came and showed their rooms. Everyone had their own rooms except for Hoseok and jungkook who had to share. Yoongi was not happy about it, wary of what Hoseok might do, but ultimately he rolled with the punches.

It was a decent room with two queen sized beds and a weirdly bright bathroom. Hoseok just laid down on the bed, not bothering to unpack his bag. Jungkook, on the other hand, wanted to get into some nice pyjamas. From the corner of his eyes, Hoseok saw jungkook remove his shirt, revealing a slightly tanned fit body with tattoos decorating it. Guilt flooded his body as he saw the scar where he had stabbed jungkook.

The reason why he had stabbed the boy still remains unknown to him till date. Maybe he was just too caught up in the fight and stabbed him. But that made no sense because he didn't exactly hate Jungkook to almost murder him. Maybe it was because he was a sadist, and no, not sexually but in violence. But that wasn't possible because he had liked jungkook in the beginning and he would never be like that to a person whom he liked. Then what was the reason?

His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as he remembered the winter when jungkook had turned 11. A girl had appeared at their doorstep, and 'exposed' who jungkook's father really was. He was the guy who had killed tons of innocent people including almost every single relative of theirs and also had attempted to assassinate their parents. From there, they started to dislike jungkook and wanted the father of the boy to pay at the risk of his son's life.

Hoseok snapped out of his thoughts as jungkook threw a candy bar at his head

"I am taking a bath. Eat that and you probably will start being nicer," jungkook told, his tone was not angry as before but it was still there in a good amount.

"Jungkook, I have to tells something, it is about why we treated you that way," hosoek told, he swore he saw a flash of anger in the depths of jungkook's brown eyes.

"You can keep that shitty explanation to yourself as whatever you say will never change what had happened or the abuse you had done to me, both mentally or physically. What you guys had done was unforgivable and in a million years, you will never here the words ' i forgive you' slip out even when i am drunk. Now, excuse me, i have to take a bath and sleep, and i suggest you do the same as tomorrow will be a long day," he banged the bathroom door and a couple of minutes later he heard the shower running.

Jungkook came out within twenty minutes with red eyes and a swollen nose before laying down on the bed. Couple of minutes went by in silent awkwardness before jungkook broke it.

"Maybe I might need that shitty explanation of yours," he told in a hoarse voice, sounding like as if he had been crying for years put together. Well, he had been crying for years put together.

"What changed your mind?" He asked in a slightly confused voice.

"When i ask something of you, jung Hoseok, you give it to me,"

"Well, your father wasn't necessarily a good man to us. And since we couldn't take out our vendetta out on him, you ended up on the receiving end. Atleast for me and jin, i am not sure about the others especially namjoon and Taehyung," Hoseok told. He nervously anticipated the younger boy's reaction.

"Oh," was all he told before breaking down. Hoseok panicked before enveloping the boy in a warm hug. Small fists repeatedly hit his hard chest lightly.

"You are suck a big meanie, i lost my childhood because of some vendetta you had against my father,"

"Jungkook, are you drunk?" Which matured adult calls a person they hate a meanie.

"A little bit, but I am sure that i won't forget what you bastards did for some reason that i still don't understand. If you think abusing me will make my dead father fall at your feet when his current physical form and location is ashes lost in the sea, you are delusional. But i am glad you told me,"

"Where did you get your alcohol from?" Hoseok asked, diverting the topic but the boy had fallen asleep. In no time, he had also fallen asleep for some strange reason.

Something was wrong.

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Might be a long story. It is progressing quite slowly.