SECOND TRIAL | tk | ✓

69. RESCUE

they say wisdom that comes with great age makes people fearless.

but taehyung is neither old enough to achieve that nor does he consider himself wise.

in some ways he's still that timid young omega who ran away from home and roamed around the seoul street homeless,

now years later even after being a parent and with a roof over his head, there are nights when he silently cries onto the pillow.

but still all those things considered, taehyung sure isn't afraid anymore.

it has come to a point where he asks himself- "how bad can it get anyway?".

after years of living in fear, of days spend wondering if he'll make out of it alive, all the torture and pain he endured; life now fails to surprise him with new plots.

so that kind of means he can now jump head straight into a pool of trouble and still swim out without breaking a sweat.

but, taehyung is still taehyung,
he is soft, not a big fan of violence and practically an angel fell into the realms of hell.

so maybe thats why when kang lifted a hand towards taehyung and hoseoks bullet pierced the old man's forehead, taehyung yelped startled causing to accidentally press the trigger of his own gun, effectively shooting kang in the crotch.

ouchie!

oh well, he totally deserved it.

taehyung didn't spare a glance to the dead body after that, waiting for yoongi to confirm the location that kang had given to them before his tragic demise.

the beta with his fast fingers and the brain of a god only needed minutes to give taehyung the green go. so taehyung pocketed his phone and steeled himself.

outside, kangs guards are still unknowing of their boss's murder thanks to the silencers on the gun.

so the omega mussed his hair, smudged the lip stain on his lips and looked up at the ceiling and thought of his unfair life until tears pooled in his eyes.

then he got out of the giant room in his perfect facade, carefully closing the door behind, head drooped down submissive as he walked back the way he came.

the cooridors no more looked claustrophobic to him, even the cigarette and alcohol scents smelt like a reminder of victory.
of course snickers and crude comments followed him.
but all those people of power and strength were right now nothing but fools infront of taehyung.

maybe how taehyung landed back into the same mafia business from which he ran away was an act of impulse, for he himself surely knew that he didn't owe nothing to seokjin or jungkook.

as he walked out of the main gate, his hands still shook, the weight of the gun on his waist felt too pronounced; still, pride stirred deep in his heart, feeling not so powerless for once like the breeze turned storm he is, that dissipated into thin air after one last swirl.

after exiting the mansion, taehyung didn't have to walk too much through the empty roads until hoseok picked him up.
and once inside the car, the omega downed a bottle of water until hoseok assured him that he was indeed very brave out there.

the car moved swiftly, picking up yoongi too on the way and they after a short ride stopped infront of an abandoned multistoried building under construction.

as he gazed up at the grey mass of cement with the jacket hoseok lended him hugged close, rain splattered around in a muted hiss, the clouds hiding the sun making the atmosphere look like a slimy rainy day rather than the warm sunny the weather app claims it to be.