BODYGUARD | VKOOK

┌THIRTY┐

Taehyung inhaled a deep breath, savoring the aroma of his surroundings, as he meticulously loaded his exquisitely crafted firearm. With a flourish, he swung open the grand gates of the penthouse, revealing a group of impeccably dressed men awaiting his arrival.

"Is my father here?" Taehyung inquired, his voice dripping with authority, as he made his way toward Ky, who hurriedly approached him.

"Yes, he is in his chamber," Ky replied, his tone respectful yet tinged with apprehension. Taehyung nodded approvingly. "Excellent. Inform all the guards that henceforth, I am their new leader, and they are to obey both myself and Jungkook without question. Particularly Jungkook, for he is to be revered as your savior." Taehyung issued his command, leaving Ky visibly flustered. "Wait, why?" Ky stumbled over his words.

Without hesitation, Taehyung fired a shot at one of his subordinates, his aim true and unwavering. "Should you dare to question me again, the next bullet will find its place in your head," Taehyung growled, forcefully kicking open the door and ascending the staircase toward his father's quarters.

Ky remained silent, his fear of death overpowering any desire to speak, as the two men stormed into the room.

Upon catching sight of Taehyung and Ky entering, the man rose from his bed where he previously was with a woman, concern etched across his face. "Taehyung,what happened? You look worn out," the man asked, his voice laced with worry.

Taehyung swiftly drew his revolver, unloading its contents into his father's forehead, his heart aching as he witnessed the crimson tide flowing freely and the woman on the bed covering herself with the blanket, screamed. Taehyung shot her too. Reloading the weapon in one fluid motion, he tossed the empty chamber at Ky.

Wide-eyed and filled with disbelief, Ky caught the revolver, his fear palpable. "W-why would you do such a thing?" Ky stammered.

"Clean up the mess. No questions. Should anyone dare to inquire, inform me, and I'll silence them," Taehyung declared, striding out of the room. Inhaling a deep breath, he gracefully exited the mansion, once again greeted by his loyal entourage.

"And from now on, you shall all serve as the guards of Jungkook under my employ," Taehyung declared, his voice dripping with authority and opulence, before gracefully making his way toward his awaiting luxury vehicle. As he embarked on the journey back to his grand mansion, a myriad of emotions swirled within him, their true nature eluding even his discerning senses.

Yet, such trivial matters were inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. Taehyung had fulfilled Jungkook's deepest desire, and that alone brought him immense satisfaction. The man who dared to defile his beloved had met his untimely demise, and that was the sole concern occupying Taehyung's thoughts at present.

Taehyung was prepared to go to any lengths, to eliminate any obstacle that dared to threaten Jungkook's safety. Some may perceive it as an obsession, but Taehyung could not resist the overwhelming force that propelled him forward. It may have been a selfish desire, but he yearned for Jungkook's heart to belong solely to him, for no other entity to hold sway over his beloved's affections.

Was it too audacious to expect reciprocity? Taehyung had relinquished his entire existence for Jungkook, forsaking the world itself. Why, then, could Jungkook not reciprocate in kind? He professed his love for Taehyung, only to now harbor disdain? Such a notion was preposterously outrageous.

Yes, Taehyung had concealed the truth from Jungkook, weaving a web of deceit around their relationship. Yes, he had approached Jungkook with the intention of ending his life. Yes, Taehyung had orchestrated the demise of Jungkook's parents. Yes, he had betrayed him in the cruelest of ways. Yes, Taehyung had severed the ties between Jungkook and his nest friends. Yes, he had coerced Jungkook into a marriage against his will. Yes, he had committed unspeakable acts, the darkest of deeds. But still-

Never had Taehyung laid a finger on Jungkook without his consent, nor had he inflicted any harm upon him. In fact, he had eliminated the man who had dared to lay a hand on Jungkook, avenging his beloved's honor. He had even preserved the damning evidence, all for the sake of Jungkook's well-being. And yet... why did Jungkook not want him anymore..?

Upon arriving at the mansion, Taehyung disembarked from his car and strolled into the mansion. Inside, he spotted Jungkook seated at the elegant dining table, indulging in a sumptuous lunch.

Filled with excitement, Taehyung hastened toward Jungkook, effortlessly lifting him up in a manner befitting a prince carrying his beloved princess. Startled, Jungkook emitted a surprised squeak and instinctively clung to Taehyung's neck, fearful of losing his balance.

"Taehyung, what on earth are you doing?" Jungkook snapped, his voice laced with both astonishment and relief as Taehyung gently placed him back on the ground.

"My dearest, I have eliminated him," Taehyung said, enveloping Jungkook in a tender embrace and delicately brushing his lips against Jungkook's jawline. "I have slain my own father for you, my love. Now, you alone reign supreme as the Queen of this King's heart." Taehyung whispered, before sealing his words with a passionate kiss. Although Jungkook attempted to resist, Taehyung had already taken a step back.

"Is there something amiss within your attire? I could have sworn I felt a prickling sensation," Taehyung said, his brow furrowing in confusion as he noticed Jungkook's slightly panicked demeanor.

"It- it was my nipple," Jungkook replied, causing Taehyung to give him a perplexed look. "Seriously, Jungkook? Do you possess a third nipple in the center of your chest?" Taehyung questioned, growing even more suspicious as Jungkook began to scan the room, his gaze darting around nervously.

"What are you concealing?" Taehyung pressed, moving toward Jungkook with the intention of unbuttoning his exquisite blue silk shirt. However, Jungkook hastily pushed his hands away, leaning back against the table. "Don't tocuh me!" Jungkook spat, defensively placing a hand over his chest.

"Oh no, now I am truly compelled to uncover the secret hidden within," Taehyung declared, firmly holding Jungkook in place against the table and gripping his wrists with one hand, while the other deftly undid the buttons of Jungkook's shirt.

Taehyung stumbled upon a small equipment,. "Pray tell, what marvel is this?", meticulously scrutinizing the enigmatic contraption. Suddenly, his orbs widened in sheer astonishment as he unraveled its true identity.

"A microphone?" Taehyung uttered, his voice resonating with a profound timbre, as if emanating from the depths of regality.