방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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I was impatient.
I couldn't sit still in my seat.
My gun was in hand, loaded, and ready for me to use as though I would need it throughout the small trip there.
I wanted to be the one to drive, however, both Hoseok and Namjoon advised me not to. They said they couldn't trust me on the road after how I reacted after Romero sent those sickening photos of Rey.
My stomach churned upon recollection, a queasy feeling settling deep in my gut. Soon, that feeling was washed away by the sentiments of pure animosity, tainted by my incessant ire, and what I was going to to do Romero and his team once I got my fucking hands on them.
My hands and knuckles craved blood, throbbing whenever I thought about all the endless torture methods I would use on them. I would give them a taste of their own medicine, I'd use the same torture methods that they used on Rey, and make it worse tenfold. I'd leave them begging me for death.
I clenched the gun in my lap, my knee bouncing rapidly as I kept an eye on the GPS map we previously marked, heading to an area in Thailand that I didn't even know fucking existed.
Romero really took the time to plan this all out and hide away like a pussy in a deserted area.
What pissed me off the most was how long it took us to find the area. How long it took us to track Rey.
I had a feeling Romero kept the phone off so that his location was hard to track. But, luckily, Hoseok was able to override that issue, tracking his location from the previous call, and text message. I didn't pay close attention to exactly how he did it, as I was too busy pacing around, getting everyone ready, and trying to keep my mind elsewhere.
I was sure Hoseok had become frustrated with me after the tenth time I had asked him if he had found the location yet. Each time he mumbled a decline, I began pacing again behind him, talking to myself like a lunatic, cursing under my breath, worried about Rey, and what else they were putting her through.
I would occasionally gaze upon the bracelet she gave me, that I still donned, and pray for her safety.
I was never one to pray, and neither was I religious.
But, it seemed, that maybe if I prayed, and really had my faith, my prayers would be answered. I still tried it, regardless. It did make me feel a little bit better, but I think that had to do with the fact that it always reassured my Rey, and thinking of her in a safe, reassured state made me feel better.
Once Hoseok got her location, I was the first one out of the door. The drive was supposed to be almost two whole hours, if I had taken over the wheel it would have only taken us about an hour or so, that's for sure.
Even when Namjoon drove around ninety miles per hour, I rushed him, telling him he was driving so goddamn slow.
"Hyung, it will be okay," Hoseok said from the back seat, the hard rains almost drowned out his soft voice. "We'll get there in time. Has he sent any more images? Called you again?"
