Desolate Innocence ||T.K.V||

▶︎Chapter 5▶︎

Pain

Pain

Pain,

That's what Jungkook felt in his heart, body and especially in his brain, anxiety was hitting him hard, making him stumble upon a conclusion that, this is what his fate is.

He is walking on his feet behind a big Limo, behind him, there is a big Van Mercedes, and his every step haunts him, he is at gunpoint, one mistake, either he will be shot immediately or the heavy weighted Mercedes will run over his small weak body, and nobody would get to know about his death.

He walked for a half-hour, and he looked forward when he saw the speed of the cars deliberately over the time passed, there he saw a big gigantic Black mansion, he craned his neck to see its height which was above his level.

The expansive mansion is swathed in a deep, enigmatic black, its velvety darkness juxtaposed by the inviting glow of golden lights radiating from its inner sanctum. Towering conical pillars stand proudly, one flanking each side with regal grace, orchestrating a captivating play of shadows and illumination that transforms the mansion into a mesmerizing symphony of opulence and mystery.

The Gates of the Grandeur mansion parted ceremoniously, revealing six guards stationed vigilantly. Slowly, cars approached, their pace matching Jungkook's wide-eyed wonder as he followed, his gaze darting in awe at the splendor surrounding him.

Jungkook's legs throbbed with pain, a relentless reminder of his physical limitations. Yet, he found himself bound by circumstances beyond his control, compelled to obey the commands of his oppressors. With a resigned sigh, he trudged forward, crossing the threshold into the imposing confines of the grand mansion.

The guards' piercing gazes bore into him, their dark and sinister eyes betraying no hint of warmth or compassion. Their stern, expressionless faces sent shivers down his spine, instilling a deep sense of fear and apprehension within him.

the cars reached a halt before the grand entrance of the mansion, Jungkook remained still, mirroring their motion. The Kims emerged from the vehicles, their presence commanding attention as they strode confidently towards the imposing entrance. Meanwhile, Jungkook's petite frame trembled, the strict atmosphere of the mansion. With a baffled expression, he gazed at the Kims, his confusion tangible amidst the imposing grandeur surrounding him.

"Ouch,"

Jungkook's cry was muted, barely audible, as a forceful shove propelled him forward, his fragile form unable to withstand the impact. With a soft thud, he collapsed to the ground, the rough surface scraping against his knees and palms. Pain shot through his body like a bolt of lightning, every scrape and bruise is proof of the physical toll of his mistreatment.

"Go behind Mr Kim,"

A rough and dark voice roared, Jungkook trembled at the abuse and hastily got up and ran wobbly behind Mr Kims, He panted heavily, and his breath was cut short, and then he stood behind the Kims.

Seok-Jin looked behind and smirked darkly at the physique of the body and then shouted in a cold deep voice.

"Thomas!"

A man in the prime of his thirties sprinted towards the Mafia figures, his demeanor reverent as he bowed down at a precise ninety-degree angle. In a voice as cold and deep as the abyss, he addressed them, his words laced with deference and obedience.

"Yes Mr Kim,"

Seok-Jin's frosty gaze bore into the man, a chill emanating from his piercing eyes as he spoke in his resonant, deep voice. A sinister smirk danced upon his plump lips, adding an unsettling edge to his demeanour, while Kim Namjoon stood stoically beside him, engrossed in his phone, his expression grave and focused.