Taehyung cocked his head to the side as he watched his father again pull the trigger at another innocent man.
"You see Taehyung. If you don't like the person, kill them." His father patted his shoulder.
Taehyung whipped the blood off his face and nodded.
"Good boy."
•-•10 years later•-•
Taehyung breathed heavy with his body against the cold cement building in the middle of the night. Slowly he was sliding down the wall, when he realised that, he tried to push himself back up only causing the pain to shoot through his body again.
"Hey are you okay?" A voice came from the dark ally way.
When the person came closer Taehyung saw clearly Park Jimin. The boy he worked with who shared the same year of birth.
"Taehyung?" Jimin questioned.
"What do you want?" Taehyung groaned.
"I'm here to help you." Jimin said bluntly.
"I don't-" Taehyung got cut off by the pain again effecting him.
"Come on." Jimin pulled the boy up.
Taehyung planned to push Jimin away but his body was not responding. When Taehyung was helped up, he grinned to himself seeing how much taller he is compared to Jimin.
"You're pretty short." Taehyung commented.
"And aren't you older than me?" He added.
"I can leave you for dead if I want." Jimin pointed out.
"Okay, okay. I'll shut up."
Jimin helped the boy to his small apartment which didn't have much, when Jimin and Taehyung entered the small apartment, Jimin helped Taehyung to the couch and carefully placing him down.
"I'll go get the first aid kit." Jimin let out a loud sigh.
When Jimin came back, he placed the box on the coffee table sitting next to it.
"Take off your shirt." Jimin demanded.
"What? Why?" Taehyung quickly asked.
"With the amount of pain you looked like you were in, I doubt it's just your face that got beaten up." Jimin said which had Taehyung quite stunned.
Taehyung pulled his shirt off even surprised at himself, he didn't think that the amount of bruises that were on his body looked so bad.
Jimin flipped open the box and pulled out disinfectant.
"Wait, there are no cuts." Taehyung swallowed hard he saw the chemical.
"I beg to differ." Jimin replied placing a cotton bud on the end of the bottle and flipping the bottle one to coat the martial.
"Wher-" Taehyung was cut off with a sharp pain coming from his lower torso.
The apartment was filing with pained screams while Jimin was fixing up Taehyung, anyone who walked past in that time zone would have thought Jimin was killing someone but to Jimin's advantage, this whole apartment complex only had him living there.
Taehyung laid down on the sofa still groaning due to the pain.
"That hurt Jimin." Taehyung said.
"It's your fault for getting yourself in that state." Jimin turned on the stove top.
Taehyung sat up looking over at Jimin's back.
"Why do you work for my dads company?" Taehyung asked.
