Brothers? BTS

PART II: 12

"YOU JUST LEFT HER?!" Rowoon's words shattered the hearts of her brothers. Jin and Hoseok were behind him with folded arms as they stared at the others in disappointment. 

"So we all should get killed waiting for her? Their men had grown doubts the moment the power went out the second time. They were dispersed around the whole house like ants. She knows the around the house well. Trust me, I would die for her, but the note she left behind with Jungkook told me everything about her willingness to be left alone" Namjoon glared at them. He had to act rationally even though all he wanted to do was storm into the building and die searching for her, it would be no use. 

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin were sitting on the couch staring at the note that was laid across on the table in front of them. Yoongi and Soohee were standing behind Namjoon, a silent agreement to his statement.

"Where is Sejeong? She went with you," Soohee asked. 

"She receiving treatment for a gunshot in her arm," Hosoek said carefully, glancing at Jin whose jaw clenched looking away, his hands resting on his knees frustrated.

"We will track down her. I believe she knows what she is doing, you know that too," Namjoon held Rowoons arm.

"How?" 

...

Eui

"Your water ma'am, do you want anything else?" The air hostess asks politely. I shake my head declining. 

I stare out the window as we fly through the sky. I know it was cowardly of me to leave them without any explanation. But my heart clenches at the mere thought of their smiling faces turning into a countenance filled with hatred for me. The bag I so desperately ran with held truth that would change my life, forever. 

I took the earliest flight to India. A chaotic yet peaceful place where my clustered thoughts could line out. My fingers are gripping hard with the horrors of the images I saw on that bastard's computer. It was a live show of the human trafficking of little girls and women. I felt a pit grow inside of me like a black hole, sucking all of my warmth. 

Somewhere in my mind, I was a little relieved to know that my brothers, although very well-known mafias, were at least somewhat a little humane enough to not do such things. I had read in their history that this human trafficking had stopped when Dad took over the organisation. 

I sighed. I hope they don't track me and leave me be for a few days, or well, I don't know how long. Jae had a file opened on his computer, a file about the deaths of my brothers' parents. The mere idea that his computer was open with no password to enter was a trap clearly, but im willing to fall into this one. I have now confired that he had knowledge we would break in to save my Father. The set-up of his computer was the proof. 

I can only know the truth once I step into his trap.

He probably thinks that breaking me apart from my brothers will weaken them, but he is so wrong. One thing I know within my heart is they would grow ten times stronger to protect me and I trust in them to do so. They will be fine. But I'm worried about Rowoon. I hope he doesn't miss me as much as I miss him now. It hurts to even think of leaving him alone but here I am being the worst lover ever. 

I'm sorry is all I can say to calm myself down. I can never mask my emotions in front of him anyway. In that case, I never truly masked my feelings in front of my family throughout these years. 

Hours pass. More than half a day later I landed in Goa. I hope he is here. I had given him a call before departing Seoul just to make sure. I grab my bag and leave. A cab towards the beach gives me peace that I've missed for hours. A hand rests on my shoulder. A tall man, brown-skinned, gorgeous brown eyes lightened due to the sunset with his black hair messed up with the wind though looking handsomme with his sunglasses pushed up. He stands confidently in front of me wearing a white shirt, a flannel on top of it with beach shorts. He grins, nastolgic.