Amore Vendetta (Taekook)

Unveiling the Abyss

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"Alright, losers, make a line!" Jungkook's voice echoed through the dimly lit room, and twelve men hastily lined up. Fear was etched across their faces as they glanced nervously at each other. The tension in the room was palpable.

"So which one of you knows that asshole and isn't opening their filthy mouths?" Jungkook demanded, his tone laced with anger and frustration.

In the center of the room, Jungkook sat on a chair, one leg casually crossed over the other, his arms folded tightly across his chest. Beside him, Jimin wore a menacing grin, casting a long shadow in the dim light.

The twelve men, their faces bathed in a cold sweat, remained silent, refusing to make eye contact with Jungkook. Fear had paralyzed them, and they knew the consequences of speaking up.

Jungkook's frustration grew as he scrutinized each man in turn. "You think you can just stay silent and protect that bastard?" he snarled. "You're all going to regret this."

One by one, Jungkook began to interrogate them, each question more menacing than the last. But the men's lips remained sealed, and they exchanged fearful glances, bound by some unspoken pact of silence.

Jimin leaned in closer, his grin growing wider. "It's futile, boys," he hissed. "He won't stop until he finds out."

As the interrogation continued, the room filled with an air of despair. These men, for all their fear, refused to betray the one they were protecting. Jungkook's anger intensified, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Jungkook's frustration reached a breaking point. He lunged forward, grabbing one of the men by the neck, his fingers tightening like a vice grip. With a furious growl, he hurled the man across the room, sending him crashing into the wall. A deafening gunshot rang out just as the man was about to make contact with the wall, and a splatter of blood painted the surface.

The remaining eleven men stood frozen in shock, their faces drained of color. They watched in horror as the lifeless body of their comrade slid to the floor, a crimson pool forming around him.

Jungkook turned his cold gaze toward the terrified men, his expression unyielding. "Are we ready to talk yet?" he demanded, his voice dripping with menace.

But the fear had taken its toll on the men, and they remained resolutely silent. Jungkook's anger only intensified, and he made a ruthless decision. Without hesitation, he repeated the same brutal act on each of them, his gunshots punctuating the room with deadly finality.

Taehyung, hidden in the shadows, watched the horrifying scene unfold. His heart pounded in his chest, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. The intensity of fear in Taehyung's eyes surpassed anything he had seen in the men. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the brutality of Jungkook's actions.

The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the thud of lifeless bodies hitting the floor. Jungkook's eyes bore into the remaining men, daring them to challenge his resolve. But the men remained silent, paralyzed by the terror that had gripped them.

It was a cruel and merciless display of power, and Taehyung couldn't help but feel a chill crawl down his spine as he watched the man he once knew transform into a ruthless force.

Jimin's voice cut through the gruesome aftermath, a stark contrast to the brutality that had just unfolded. "That was awesome, Boss," he chimed cheerfully, "I love how you re-painted this room red."

Jungkook, his expression still unrelenting, acknowledged Jimin with a nod as he wiped the gun clean on his jeans. He carefully holstered the weapon back on Jimin's belt, the same belt from which he had retrieved it earlier. "Pleasure as always, Jimin," Jungkook replied in a tone devoid of emotion.