Belong To The Mafia | V.K

Gunfire

"Sir we brought 'em in"  

Taehyung relaxed his hand on the rail and sighed. He wanted to get this out of the way immediately as he didn't want to spend a single second wasting away thinking of anything other than building a life with Jungkook. Taehyung cut the call, and slowly closed the balcony doors, cutting off the wind that made their white curtains flow to the ceiling. 

Moonlight beamed through glass doors, falling on the little bump covered by bedsheets. An unconscious smile tugged on V's face as he pressed a feathery kiss on Jungkook's barely visible forehead. He closed the bedroom door and walked out, slipping on a white shirt on his bare torso. 

His steps resonated along the empty halls, yellow bulbs eerily lighting his way to the basement. 

Hidden from the world above, lies the cold, dark stone basement turned prison. The air is heavy with dampness, carrying the musty scent of old stone and earth. The only light filters down from small, grated windows near the ceiling, offering mere glimpses of the outside world and casting dim, irregular patterns on the walls.

V's footsteps echo softly as he navigates the narrow corridors leading to his in-built prison cells. Each step is deliberate, echoing the resolve that drives him forward. The air is thick with anticipation, charged with the animosity that has festered between them for years.

August D, imprisoned behind rusted iron bars, waits in stoic silence. His eyes, filled with a mixture of defiance and resignation, meet V's as the latter approaches. The flickering torchlight casts shifting shadows across August D's face, emphasizing the lines of weariness etched upon it.

V stops a few paces away from the cell, his gaze unwavering. The silence between them is heavy, pregnant with unspoken words and the weight of past confrontations. They are like two predators sizing each other up, each waiting for the other to make a move.

"You came," August D's voice cuts through the stillness, a low rumble that carries both defiance and a hint of weary acceptance.

"I did," V replies, his tone measured but tinged with an undercurrent of restrained anger. "It ends here, August D. No more games, no more running."

"You took Jungkook from me," V's voice was low, but it reverberated with accusation. His eyes bore into August D's with a mixture of pure anger and animalistic hunger. Suga met V's gaze with a solemn nod, his expression grave. "Jungkook followed Namjoon," he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of remorse. "I didn't intend for things to go this far."

V clenched his jaw, struggling to contain the surge of emotions within him. "He didn't deserve to be dragged into this."

"I know," August D's voice softened, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes. "Namjoon was like a brother to me. I never wanted this to come between us."

Outside the cell, the fortress remains silent, as if bearing witness to the rift between former allies turned adversaries. The torchlight casts flickering shadows that dance across the stone walls, adding to the atmosphere of grim resolve.

"He's lost now," V continued as if in a trance. "Caught between our feud, between your choices and mine." Jungkook, caught in the crossfire of their feud, had not yet found the courage or clarity to voice his true feelings or confront the complexities of his allegiances. He remained in a state of emotional turmoil, torn between his love for V and his loyalty to Namjoon—a tension that V keenly perceived but understood could not be easily resolved. Jungkook, still young and impressionable, grappled with conflicting loyalties between V and Namjoon.

The realization hangs heavy between them, a stark reminder of the innocence unwittingly caught in the crossfire of their conflict. In the dim light of the basement, their roles as captor and prisoner blur momentarily, overshadowed by the shared guilt and regret.

"I can't undo what's been done," August D finally speaks, his voice tinged with resignation. "But I'm ready to face the consequences." Taehyung remained stoic, neither wavered nor bothered by the palpable tension in the air , "We all have to answer for our choices, and you made yours"

Taehyung slowly walked towards the wooden table pushed to the corner. Ignoring every knife he would usually torture people with it, he reached for the 'Glock 17', a personal favorite.
Suga chocked on a laugh, " Come on kid, you gotta have more respect than that" 

"Less messy" He cocked the gun and held it in arms length. For Taehyung, this moment wasn't merely about ending a life but asserting dominance, a ritualistic culmination of their longstanding feud. His eyes held a chilling intensity as they locked onto Suga's. Each second stretched agonizingly, the silence punctuated only by the faint hum of distant machinery. 

"Remember this moment, August D. It's the last time our worlds collide."

"STOP!" J-Hope's voice rang out, raw with emotion and urgency. He and Jin, still disoriented from gaining consciousness after getting knocked out by Taehyung's men were pressed against the bars of their cell, their eyes fixed on Taehyung and Suga.

Jin's voice wavered, "V, don't do this. There's been enough bloodshed."
Taehyung's lips pulled to a smirk,  "The only person with their hands clean is Jungkook and I intend to keep it that way. I will destroy everyone in his path. I will burn the world for him and him only"

"We kill people V. It's all we've known. Jungkoo-FUCK!" Jhope collapsed to the floor just as a loud gunshot rang in the room. Jin yelled and dived towards Jhope who had an open gun wound on his gut, blood gushing out nonstop. " WHAT THE FUCK- WHAT THE FU-" 

V raised his gun again, " Keep Jungkook's name out of your filthy mouth" 

Jin shook his head in disbelief and mock laughter "You're fucking c-crazy. You're obsessed !" 

A second gunshot rang and Jin fell with a scream, holding onto his thigh that had a fresh bullet in. 
" Look at me " Taehyung called out to Suga, whose face had paled under the beam of light that fell on his face. Sweat drops trailed down his forehead but he made no sound nor any move to check on his brothers. He made eye contact with V, his death. 

"Go ahead. Finish what you started " He gently closed his eyes. 

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WELL........

EVERYTHING WOULD BE SO FUCKED IF THEY WERE TO DIE RIGHT?

LMAO

JUST KIDDING

I THINK.