Amore Vendetta (Taekook)

Old clearence

Ignore the mistakes 🙏🏻

Jungkook's frustration morphed into a volatile storm as he stormed through the corridors of his mansion, the echoes of his wrath reverberating through the empty halls. The inexplicable breach of his sanctuary, the abduction of Taehyung from the very heart of his power, fueled an anger that demanded retribution.

In Jungkook's office, an oppressive silence hung thick in the air as the gravity of the situation bore down on everyone present. Jungkook, seated behind his imposing desk, clenched both photographs of Taehyung in his hands, the images etched with the haunting reality of his disappearance. The note at the back, a malevolent promise, seemed to sear into Jungkook's consciousness.

Jimin, Hobi, and Yoongi, each seated in somber contemplation, exchanged uneasy glances, their worry mirrored in the furrowed lines of their brows. The photographs lay on the desk like damning evidence, capturing Taehyung's vulnerability in a moment frozen by unknown forces.

Jungkook's eyes, usually sharp and focused, bore into the images with a mixture of anger and frustration. The betrayal of Taehyung's abduction, executed right under his nose, was a wound that cut deep into the very fabric of Jungkook's control. His jaw clenched, a testament to the turmoil within.

Jimin, sensing the tension, spoke cautiously, "Boss, we need a plan. We can't afford to waste time. Taehyung's life is on the line, and we need to act strategically."

Hoseok nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "We can't underestimate the enemy. They've proven they can strike without warning. We need to be a step ahead."

Yoongi, known for his calm demeanor, interjected with a sense of urgency, "Boss, let's focus on the note. What does it say? Any clues, any hints that might lead us to where they've taken Taehyung?"

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the note as he read the words aloud, each syllable carrying the weight of an ominous ultimatum. "I'll take good care of your beloved. Let's meet once and for all if you want to trade him." The malevolence in the message hung in the room like a dark cloud.

"We know they want something from you, Boss," Yoongi pointed out. "This is personal. They're trying to break you, to use Taehyung as leverage. We can't let them succeed."

Jungkook's grip on the photographs tightened, his knuckles turning white. "We need to find out who's behind this, and we need to find Taehyung before it's too late. I won't let them use him against me."

Jimin, ever the voice of reason, suggested, "We have resources, connections. Let's use them. I'll reach out to our network, see if anyone has information on recent mafia activities."

Hoseok added, "And I'll coordinate with the security teams. We need eyes everywhere. If they're making a move, we should be prepared."

Jungkook, a storm of conflicting emotions in his eyes, nodded in agreement. "Do whatever it takes. We find Taehyung, and we bring him back. No compromises."

As the room buzzed with a renewed sense of purpose, the shadow of Taehyung's absence lingered. The photographs, still in Jungkook's hands, served as a stark reminder of the stakes at hand—the unraveling of a carefully constructed facade and the descent into a perilous game where the cost of failure was too great to bear.

After discussions Jungkook dismissed everyone except Jimin, his eyes ablaze with a fury that left no room for mercy. The security personnel, already on edge, awaited the storm that was about to be unleashed upon them. Jungkook's gaze cut through the room like a blade, his voice laced with a venomous rage.

"Explain to me how the hell someone infiltrated my mansion, took Taehyung right from under your noses, and vanished without a trace!" Jungkook's voice, usually firm, now carried a dangerous edge that sent shivers down the spines of those present.