In laws 2 - (Yoongi X Thv)

Twenty eight: 28

Yoongi sat motionless on the bullet train, staring blankly at the ground. His eyes were dry, having shed all the tears he had left. Losing his parents and then his wife and child had left him emotionally drained. He had spent countless days and nights weeping, calling out to them, hoping for their return. But they remained out of reach, leaving him trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and despair.

Felix frantically ran towards the departing train, desperately shouting Yoongi's name. However, the train had already picked up speed and quickly vanished from sight. Devastated, Felix collapsed to his knees, breaking into tears. He sat there, curling up in sorrow, realizing the bitter truth that Taehyung was the sole culprit behind y/n's murder. He lied and deceived everyone once again, just as he had done that very day.

Upon exiting the train station, Yoongi hastily exited the throng of people. He scanned the paper for the correct address and hurried into the neighborhood. After searching the streets, he found the targeted house. However, before he could approach it, nurses quickly entered the building, followed by police cars. The police officers stepped out and briskly entered the premises.

Yoongi watched the scene unfolding before him, his gaze unwavering. He cautiously peered through the window and spotted a lifeless body lying there. He blinked as if to confirm what he had just seen. The paper slipped from his hand, fluttering onto the ground. Yoongi then retreated from the window and sat on the ground, silently staring at the window in disbelief.

Yoongi's mind reeled as he considered the enormity of the situation. Behind the scenes, someone was meticulously concealing their tracks, dodging accountability. A tear escaped his eye as he grappled with the reality of what was happening. He had never envisioned himself in this position, watching his once-happy and loving life crumble around him. His wife, his reason to live, had been taken from him, leaving him feeling like a mere shell, existing purely for one purpose-to seek revenge and take the life of the person responsible.

Taehyung rested on the bed, having instructed the nurses to tidy his room. He sighed, his subordinate stood before him. The man proceeded to speak, "Sir, regarding that Mr. Mark in England--" But Taehyung interrupted him, stating, "When I'm in Korea, refrain from mentioning any foreigners." Taehyung continued humming a song, eyes closed. He then inquired, "What's the status of my dear brother?"

His man reported, "We managed to kill him before he could reach him." Taehyung responded with a hum of satisfaction. He then murmured, "And now he's sitting there crying." His man asked, "Sir, are you certain that those individuals were present during the killing?" Taehyung affirmed, "Indeed, they were the only ones on duty, and my foolish brother had left for Seoul, so there weren't any other witnesses."

His subordinate nodded in agreement. Taehyung rose from the bed and announced, "I'm going to visit the art I've created. Care to join me?" His subordinate followed behind, a perplexed expression on his face.

Taehyung strolled through the graveyard, whistling as he looked around merrily. He stopped in front of a grave, labeled 'Min Y/N.' He knelt down, his hands gently caressing the sandy surface of the grave. "I apologize for being late to your funeral," Taehyung muttered. "Sometimes, even villains need a bit of extra beauty sleep. But as promised, I'm here to get a good sniff of your grave."

Taehyung took a deep breath, chuckling heartily. "Your husband is losing the game," he sneered. "I'm going to come out victorious. He'll never uncover my true identity until his very last breath. He's even more innocent and pure-hearted than I initially thought. He paid for my brain treatment, but ironically, it isn't even affected at all. It's hilarious how he's my own flesh and blood yet completely unaware of it. It's mind-boggling!" Taehyung rambled, standing up and glancing at the grave beside hers.