Half & Half (Taekook_🐰🐯)

Chapter- 26

Ignore the mistakes

The engine stopped when Mr. Choi's mansion came into view. Fixing his glasses Jungkook got out of the car. The sun was not hiding behind the clouds, the fog was not blocking the path. Everything was just entirely clear.

Passing the gate Jungkook noticed how Mr. Choi's man was eyeing him like they saw some newbie. It was not hard for him to drag everyone down and pierced the bullet deep inside their chest but he had no interest in dealing with small fries. As he made his way toward Mr. Choi's room a tall man stopped him by calling his name.

Turning around the brunette was met by handsome Namjoon, in a beige turtle neck and cargo pants. Brown overcoat hanging on his arm, hair perfectly done, and glasses on. Jungkook would be lying if he said Namjoon was not husband material. The man was damn attractive to be in the gangster world.

"Where have you been"- Namjoon more like whispered. His eyes roamed around searching for anyone witnessing their quick meeting. "I was busy"- Jungkook wore his dead expression. Namjoon exhaled deeply,- "I mean where are you staying these days"- Namjoon kept checking their surrounding. "My home"- Jungkook followed his gaze.

When Namjoon was sure enough that they were alone he came close to Jungkook and whispered as quietly as possible,-"I want to talk to you about Kim Seokjin". The brunette felt the ground slip under his feet. What did Namjoon want to talk about, did he find out about Taehyung? About what they did, about his plan, a plan that was still in process.

"Namjoon, I....."- he didn't start when the tall man shushed him putting a finger on his lips. Jungkook saw when Namjoon slid his arms into the overcoat and left the mansion in a hurry. He wanted to run after him, stop him from going wherever he was going. He wanted to drag this man somewhere far so Namjoon wouldn't harm Taehyung or the doctor.

It was not like he didn't believe Namjoon but the gangster world was dangerous, in this dark world people listen to their boss more than anyone and he was not the boss here. He threatened Kai but he had a target point, Jung Hoseok. But Namjoon had nothing to worry about, nothing to lose, and it scared him.

Before Jungkook could move his gaze landed on Kai who was looking at him with a you brought this shit to you expression. Jungkook didn't give a fuck about it and walked toward his uncle's room.

As soon as he entered Jungkook was met by his caretaker, Bogeum, who had a cigarette package in one hand. Mr. Choi smiled and gestured for him to sit on his usual chair, in front of him, and Jungkook knew there was something important or maybe wrong. The middle-aged man offered him cigarette but the brunette refused. There was no way he was gonna smoke in this room. "Lately, you are not staying here"- Mr. Choi blew smoke ring and pressed a cigarette again between his lips. "I'm busy with the factory. Hoseok told me there was some problem"- Jungkook didn't lie, he was solving the problem while spending time with Taehyung. Mr. Choi nodded and gestured his caretaker for another cigarette, who immediately gave him one. Jungkook gaze was burning through the caretaker's skin. There was something about him that he never liked, and tried to avoid him as possible as could.

"We are heading toward our next step for the mission"- Mr. Choi said monotonously. The brunette frowned and inquired,-"Didn't we already finish it? I thought factory attack was final". He was confused Mr. Choi kept coming with new plan without telling them what he really wanted. "Who said it is over? I didn't get what I am looking for."-Mr. Choi scoffed.

"What you want?"- the brunette had not planned but it came out its own. Jungkook knew there was something wrong when Mr. Choi stood up and walked toward the window. He saw how a middle-aged man fisted and his jaw tightened when a cold breeze hit his face. "What I want, I'll get it"- an evil smirk appeared on his face. For the first time, Jungkook wanted to look away, not wanted to look at his uncle's face. But at a point, he was immune to everything, every disgusting thing, that he had witnessed since his dad was killed.