Mistake Of that Night √ | TK

Chapter Twenty One

The sound of a metallic seat being pulled echoes in the dark dirty chamber, the screeching created by the friction of the concrete floor and metal is deafening, like a metal being screeched against a board. It's freaking annoying and Jungkook finds immense pleasure in seeing the way the man tied to the chair flinches.

Jungkook brings the heavy chair in front of him and then gracefully sits on it. He was in his torture chamber, as he likes to call. It was a 6 x 12 foot cellar. The place had fungus on the walls, the place smelling of rotten animals and water. Blood stains decorating numerous of the places as a flickering bulb blessed them with little light.

The mobster wraps his arms around his chest and puts his one leg on top of another.

“Name” the single syllable echoes in the chamber as Jungkook waits patiently for the male in front of him to speak. The guy was tied to the chair, it was the same person who had attacked taehyung and it took every bit of willpower inside Jungkook to not act like the reckless joker and kill him on the spot.

No, Jungkook needed him to know why the male had gone after Taehyung and who had sended him.

The male was looking disgusting in his hole filled clothes, blood covering his unperfect set of yellowing teeth, few of them were missing which Jungkook is sure were broken by some of his men. His blonde hair thinned from front leaving the male almost bald. Forget average, this man was way below it despite being really young. Jungkook guesses he's in his early or mid 20s

When he didn't get a reply, the male clicked his tongue and leaned forward, his hands intertwined together as he looked like a leader of some thief gang who were planning their next robbery.

Jungkook tilted his head, his hard eyes staring at the male who grinned as if he won a lottery. Right now, the mobster looked like nothing like the way he does out of this four walls of torture room.

This look, this emptiness in his eyes, the way his golden eyes look like the burning sun, so bright yet they look nothing but dull, void of everything.

Taehyung had already left to go back home, dropping Jaehun’s father to his house before he goes into his own. The mobster had offered him to take guard along but the racer refused soat last, Jungkook decided to remove his stress on the living punchbag in front of him.

“I don't like repeating myself, Name”

“Eat shit bitch” and to prove his point he spit on Jungkook’s face but the mobster doesn't sweat it.

He doesn't click his tongue, doesn't snarl, and doesn't look angry. He looks exactly the same way he did a few seconds away. The male just leans back, takes a handkerchief out and wipes his face. Folds the cloth and stands up to put it on the small metallic table kept in a corner.

He smiles at the male and then he pulls the metallic table with ease, settling it close to the male tied to the chair but not enough to reach out through his tied hands.

“You know…” Jungkook starts, his fingers skimming through the tons of torturing objects, pilers, screwdriver, hammer, pear of anguish, knifes, butcher knife, breast ripper, a bell, a gag, bottles filled with acid and other liquids, a pack of something which look like cocaine on the outer look.

The table had everything, from normal tools kept in home to extremely advanced tools especially made for torture to the substance you'll easily find anywhere around the world.

Jungkook skimmed through it like an excited child left in a candy shop.

“I really hate it when someone disrespects me.. Makes me feel like I should rip their eyes out” And on cue the male picks up a big gloater and looks at the male, grinning sinisterly.