Amore Vendetta (Taekook)

Tale of two brothers

Ignore the mistakes 🙏🏻

Jungkook's piercing gaze honed in on Taehyung, scrutinizing every subtle detail that adorned the battered canvas of his once-vibrant companion. Taehyung, who once stood as a beacon of resilience, now sat with a fragility that sent an unsettling shiver down Jungkook's spine.

The stark transformation in Taehyung was palpable. His shirt, once snug, now hung loosely on his frame, signifying a weight loss that hadn't escaped Jungkook's discerning eyes. The dark circles beneath Taehyung's eyes narrated a tale of sleepless nights, a silent testament to the torment that haunted his every moment.

A pallor had settled upon Taehyung's skin, a noticeable departure from the vitality that used to radiate from him. His tired eyes avoided any connection with Jungkook's, evading the penetrating gaze that sought answers hidden in the depths of his soul.

Seated in front of Jungkook, Taehyung's restlessness was betrayed by the baggy shirt, the dark bags under his eyes, and a subtle shiver that coursed through him. His continuous scratching at the corner of his thumb nail hinted at an underlying anxiety, while the rhythmic bounce of his leg spoke of a mind preoccupied with a myriad of thoughts.

As Jungkook, the puppet master of the underworld, cleared his throat, Taehyung flinched so profoundly that it echoed the depth of his unease. With a sudden surge of tension, Taehyung sprang to his feet, hastily circling the back of the chair, creating a physical distance between himself and the formidable presence of the mafia leader.

In this charged atmosphere, Jungkook became acutely aware of the fractures that marred the surface of their complicated relationship. The air crackled with unspoken words, a silent dialogue of pain and secrets. As the echoes of Taehyung's flinch lingered, Jungkook steeled himself for the revelations that awaited, a heavy silence settling between them.

Jungkook smirked as he observed Taehyung instinctively putting distance between them. Though Jungkook maintained his composure, an internal turmoil churned within him.

"Sit. I won't charge at you without letting you know beforehand. I don't like taking you by surprise; that's not my style. I like to let you live in terror first and then attack!" Jungkook chuckled, his tone dripping with a sweet mockery. He leaned back on the chair, the picture of casual authority.

"You are only wasting time, yours and mine too!" Jungkook added, reclining with his head resting on the crown of the chair.

Taehyung cautiously approached, but just as he was about to sit, Jungkook kicked the chair away, sending it flying across the room. "Sit where you deserve to be seated!"

Although tears welled up in Taehyung's eyes, he maintained silence, sitting on the ground while keeping a significant distance from the mafia leader.

"I should start from the very start i guess!" Jungkook opened his eyes and sat up in alert position, his expressions also shifted a bit, there was a calm smile on Jungkook's face that Taehyung observed.

"There was a large fish market at the outskirts of a small village that was near Korea Maritime & Ocean University in Dongsam-dong. Thousands of people came everyday to buy fish or any other seafood. And in that market there was smallest stall of fresh fishes set by an 8 year old. The boy barely knew how to count money but knew well how to make profit or how to call on the customers to his small stalls. Right beside used to be his crippled brother,  he also had trouble talking but he was good at fishing even with his one hand and made sure to bring good fishes to his younger brother's stall. The 8 year old would sell the fishes and would let his brother count as much as they made for the day. On their way back home they would buy the best food they could afford and partied every night for a great day they had. Their house was also big enough from the two of them, and they were happy. But then, industrialists and wealthy people came, they started looking for good places to invest their money on and one of them got interested in buying the market place, the people shouted and fought for the free market place but they lost to the money. And the court allowed that person to have the market place as his property. The 8 year old and his brother was also heart wrenched thinking this was end to their good times but then it was announced that the people can have their stall but they would have to Pay 50% of their daily salary to the owner of that place daily and 20% as a rent fee for the stall monthly." Jungkook stopped, closed his eyes, his hands clenched together so tightly that the fingers were turning white because of the pressure.