AFFAIR FROM HEART

#Y-you were a-abused?

Y/N

"The Russian mafia," I breathed out shakily, my fingers trembling like crazy. "We're being targeted by Russian mafia."

"You see Y/n, that's where it gets confusing." With my head still reeling with the new information, I turned to look at Jimin, who had spoken up after a long time. What could possibly be more confusing than this?

"None of the guns used were Russian," Jimin answered my silent question. "You can't be in a Russian mafia and not have guns at your disposal. The man Tae saved himself from had a gun similar to the one that was used to shoot you two weeks ago."

"How do you know that" I asked getting nothing but confused.

"We met a gun dealer of this area and he recognized the bullet," Jimin explained. "Tae was there too. He showed the dealer the gun he had, and sure enough, the bullet I had, was shot from one of the guns Tae had. We even got to know who ordered the guns, if we were to believe the gun dealer."

I wasn't stupid. "Junghyun."

"The man didn't say that," Jimin shook his head. "He said, that the person who asked for those guns looked similar to Jungkook. He did not name anyone."

I turned to Jungkook. "Do you have any more psychopathic brother or uncle or cousins that I should know about? Anyone who looks like you and wants to kill you?"

Jungkook pursed his lips.

"l don't believe this." I read Jungkook's silence perfectly. I knew what he was thinking, and I couldn't fucking believe it.

"You don't think it was Junghyun, do you?!"

I saw his jaw tense up. "No, I don't."

"Then you're out of your fucking mind," I sneered at him. The tension at our table was rising exponentially.

"Wake the fuck up, Jungkook! Your brother wants to kill you and he is very well manipulating you into thinking that he's not! He's the same man that has put you through all kinds of hell! Don't you fucking tell me that you cannot believe he isn't capable of doing this?"

Jungkook was turning red now, and his fists were lined with angry veins. "My brother is not trying to kill me."

I stood up, tired of this bullshit anymore. My heels were literally bouncing off the ground, unable to control the magnitude of emotions inside me.

"Your brother?" I hissed at Jungkook, my tone poisonous. Tae and Jimin looked at us in a dubious manner, not knowing what to expect. "The man who you hate, the man who is the root cause of possibly everything in your life, is suddenly showered with so much of affection! Why?! Why are you so adamant to see that Junghyun wants to kill you?"

"Because we're brothers," Jungkook deadpanned, not even looking at me. He was busy glaring at the table. "And even though I hate him more than anything in this world, even if he's the reason I am this way, even if he got to you before me, even if he's fucked up more than me, I know my brother, and I know that he would never do something to hurt me. He doesn't want to kill me, he can't."

I kicked my chair in frustration and stormed out of the dinner like a mad woman, tears streaming down my cheeks at an alarming rate.

After reaching back home, I went straight upstairs, to the room. I slammed the door behind me and my knees gave away, making me fall down limply.