✓ My Name is Vendetta (Taekook; Discontinued)

Chapter 1: Play to Win

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Taehyung hated church.

As a kid, he used to visit it with his grandparents. Not only he wasn't religious like them, but he'd also never found comfort inside. And that's why his father's funeral was taking place in front of a stately old church located in a wealthy area, in the middle of the sunny afternoon.

Less than twenty men dressed in black stood behind Taehyung, who was staring down at the silver-grey tombstone under the oak tree, on which his father's name, date of birth, date of death, and a special message to carry him onto the next world, were carved in.

They all kept quiet, only birds singing their tunes were heard in the distance. Even Taehyung, who kept a stone expression the entire time, wasn't mourning – in fact, he didn't even cry at all. Anyone who didn't know him well would say he didn't like his father. Because if it wasn't true, he'd feel broken. The pain would choke him and take him to his knees.

Taehyung knew he had a right to be weak, to shed a tear. Yet he couldn't feel anything. Only a strange emptiness settled in the pit of his stomach. 

And it wasn't because he despised him, though.

His father raised him by himself as Taehyung's mother—a beautiful prostitute in Daegu's bar Yongjoon owned—didn't care about him. She gave him birth only because Yongjoon demanded it from her – in exchange for a bundle of money. Taehyung was five when he found out the truth. At first, it hurt him that his mother didn't love him, it hurt that money was more important to her than her own son. But over time, he stopped caring and just enjoyed his carefree life.

Taehyung remembered that as a child he was very cheerful. They traveled a lot, yet he never complained. He liked exploring new places all around the world without caring about anything. 

Well, that was until he turned twelve. Since then, his father had become stricter and colder.

A small smirk played on Taehyung's face. His father indeed taught him more than anyone could. He taught him where all the limits were; that in the world they are in, loyalty and respect are the law. Taught him what fear is capable of, and how to avoid trouble. He showed him what he could own if he worked hard.

And that is how Taehyung, at the age of twenty, became an exact reflection of his father: a heartless killer and a ruthless leader.

A touch on his shoulder startled him for a second, but he didn't jerk away. Instead, he snapped his head towards Jimin, who stood by his right, his left hand squeezing his shoulder gently while holding a glass filled with red wine in another. Needless to say, Jimin was like a brother to him. After all, they've been best friends and partners in crime since twelve. Their fathers ran a drug business together, and Jimin could've easily been the boss, too. 

However, Jimin had never been greedy for power and money as much as Taehyung was, so that's why he agreed to be just underboss and Taehyung's right-hand man when Yongjoon let him become a lead.

"Here," Jimin muttered and handed Taehyung the glass before taking his hand off his shoulder and stepping backward. While watching Taehyung placing it in the center of the gravestone, he continued, "I found that guy."

"Tell me his name," Taehyung ordered, his voice colder than ice, and straightened up.

Vengeance.

Vengeance will definitely come for that bastard. Because no matter what, Taehyung won't let his father's death go unanswered.