Lord Of Seoul (on hold)

Chp 7

Taehyung soon discovered that Moon Tower was not a residential establishment. And nowhere near close to the beauty of Jungkook's Seoul Tower. It was the first time Taehyung had complimented something that belonged to Jeon Jungkook, albeit in his head. As they took the Dongchang Road ferry to cross Huangpu river Taehyung walked up to the railing and leaned over slightly, breathing in the crisp salty air. There was no comparison between Han river and Huangpu river. They both were beautiful and magnificent in their own terrifying manner. Night was setting in and the Bund seemed more alive than ever. Taehyung was still sour over the fact that he did not get to glimpse the Pudong Art Museum.

Not like I'm a tourist here.

Taehyung shook his head and chuckled to himself. He stiffened when he heard footsteps behind him. And then there was the pale guy, standing right next to him.

The male sighed, "Why couldn't you look like your father."

Taehyung turned his head to look at the familiar stranger with a frown. "Have we met?"

"Years ago."

"Were we friends?" Taehyung gulped.

"Fuck no." The stranger cracked a smile. "We spoke, once; I think."

"I don't remember." Taehyung said. "Maybe you're getting me confused with someone else."

"Or maybe the memory was beaten out of you." The stranger finally met Taehyung's eyes. They were so familiar. It took Taehyung a second to realise what the guy had just said. It connected to his childhood. A period of time he barely remembers. Or rather barely wanted to remember. If it wasn't for his sweet mother his father would have killed him long before he hit puberty.

Taehyung's voice was hardly above a whisper, his head low with shame, "how old were you?"

"Eleven, maybe twelve." The stranger turned his gaze away from Taehyung.

"I'm sorry." Taehyung wanted to say more. Taehyung wanted to admit and apologise, confess his crime. But if this guy was talking about a time when he was eleven, Taehyung must've been nine or eight years old then. And what could a skinny little boy do at that age except watch?

I'm sorry you had to live through that hell. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to help you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to save you. I'm sorry for not trying harder. I'm sorry for not being enough.

"I don't care."

"If you want to kill me right now-"

"I don't need your permission kid." The guy scoffed and turned to leave.

Taehyung whirled around, "wait."

He reached out to grab the stranger's wrist to stop him, to demand answers and possibly ask questions. But as soon as his skin touched skin Taehyung was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and thrown towards one of the bench chairs on the deck. He had no idea what had occurred in a span of ten seconds. But before he could even begin to comprehend he felt the cool barrel of a gun pressed to his forehead. He blinked the blur away, not achieving the clarity he desired.

"Don't fucking touch me."

"Yoongi!" Jimin's voice cut through the tense air.

Multiple footsteps were heard as Jimin was followed by the others onto the deck. Taehyung was hauled to his feet by one of Wen Junhui's men. He shook his head. His entire body was hurting.

"What happened?" Jungkook's tone was warm. When Taehyung managed to look up he realised Jungkook wasn't talking to him.

"Nothing."