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35. Epicenter of data flow

Jungkook

Riots.

Riots were raising and swirling inside my veins. I couldn't save him. I should've stayed with him when I knew what he was thinking, but I got scared for a moment, thinking this wasn't the right time. Only if I followed him, he would be here.

Not only did I lose my only chance to get the bastard, but I was also dealing with heartache. I have never been so furious in my life. The only time I was almost this angry happened a long time ago. Now, I was running around like an incompetent child who wanted ice cream and didn't have money.

What was the point of me moving in with him if I couldn't protect him? I knew something was wrong the moment when I couldn't reach his phone. The last place where I tracked it to was in front of the police station in my Jeep. I was too late. Too fucking late.

Then I started searching for him, uprooting people's homes and their lives to find a single trace of him. Hanset was black-eyed, in my old apartment. I didn't care about anything anymore. I needed to find my Angel. I would do that or burn the whole fucking world.

Tonight would be the thirteenth night when he wouldn't sleep by my side.

Tonight would be the thirteenth night of my misery and inadequacy. 

I was getting ready for another sleepless night when I heard the doorbell for the second time since I moved into the manor. Tucking the gun in my back pocket, I moved quickly to answer it. My blood stilled at the sight of my brother. "What?" The word spilled out in anger. "What are you doing here?"

"You're unraveling, Jungkook," he said calmly. "Father has requested your presence."

"Fuck you and him, dear brother. I am busy," pushing his arm, I stormed out after letting the door fall close.

"You can't keep doing this, Jungkook. Do you seriously think I don't know that you have been trying to hack into the systems?" His voice was inflaming, and his emotions hurt.

I sometimes wished my brother understood how I felt. He always condemned my hobbies, saying I wasn't moral or ethical. I said that morality is nothing but a weak's excuse to defend his fears. "Protect them, then. It's child's play to fool you and your precious father," I snarled, lying through my teeth as I turned around. 

He tucked his hands into his pants pockets and breathed to calm my anger. "You are the same destructive child as ever. How does it feel to be a disappointment to your family?"

I was at his neck now, my hand gripping his collar. His indifference to my assault only riled me more. He didn't even flinch and gripped my wrists, pulling them down tactfully, easily. My whole body was shivering in indignation, in revolt. "Model son," I scoffed, pushing his chest as he stumbled. "Why don't you leave me be if I am such a disrespect to your family?"

"That's, baby brother," he smirked, straightening his jacket. "Is not in our blood. We look out for each other."

"Only if that was right... I don't need you to take care of me. I can put you six feet under right now and Father won't know or will be able to stop me."

"Oh, Jungkook," his voice was wavering even when he looked poised. "We don't want you to stop... No. We want you to slow down so you don't burn."

"I have no time for you or Father's political agenda. I have work to do." The next moment, I was hopping in my Jeep, knowing who fucking opened his mouth and told on me like a fucking child. I was going to deal with him later, but I needed to go and find my Angel.

Every night without him was turning me into an animal. The time wasn't far when I'd turn into an insatiable beast thirsty for blood.

I was speeding towards the branch of cluster 38. It was the office I was borrowing for seven consecutive nights, an epicenter where all the city's surveillance data flowed through.