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The air around them turned thick with silence and uneasiness. Yoongi held his breath as if he didn't know respiration. His eyes shot widened, muscles tensed. Fingers that were tight on the trigger now appeared to slip away.
Taehyung only tilted his head , smug deepened. His low, slurry tone rumbled once more, slicing the eerie silence of the room .
"You're looking at me like you're seeing a monster, Officer. Don't be ridiculous. Monsters aren't this charming."
The officers swallowed hard. Taehyung's confidence was crumbling their self-esteem. Yoongi was in understatement. His whole focus was on Yoona's injured unconscious body. Her breath is low. But she's alive. His heart writhed. After four years, he's seeing his sister but in such a condition ? His jaw tightened.
"You, Bastard!-"
Taehyung cut him off smoothly, adding
"Careful how you finish the sentence officer, I'm not too good with dealing insults,"
Yoongi paused. Eyes flickered rage, but he failed to retort anything. One of the officers tentatively moved towards him, whispering
"What now ? Sir ?"
"What else is there to do ? Get out of my house! And never show yourself again... or else..."
Taehyung's tone shifted into a glacial one as he trailed off. The smug faltered and face has hardened.
"We'll leave. We'll leave, just don't do anything to her !"
Yoongi retorted hurriedly. His face scrunched with horror. In no way does he trust this man.
"But sir, we waited this long to catch him. "
One of the officers questioned tentatively, Yoongi's head snapped behind. He glared, hissing,
"So ? Do you want my sister to be a sacrifice?"
No one protested. Yoongi glanced at Yoona's unconscious frame. His jaw tightened with humiliation. Without further words, he turned around and walked out. Officers glanced at each other and then pursued Yoongi.
Taehyung smuged. Eyes sparkled with mischief. He dropped the knife, caressed Yoona's cheeks, muttered
"Hope, your brother never disturbs me... ever again... Love."
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Polished, luxurious cars ran through the roads elegantly. Wheels rumbled against the concrete surface. Inside , Ina was seated on Jungkook's lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, mirroring how Taehyung had done a few hours ago.
