Mama I am in love With a criminal (TK)

chapter12

“So,” Jimin began, holding a tray.

“What?” Taehyung asked, focused on cleaning his gun.

“Your lunch,” Jimin said, placing the tray on the table.

“How did the talk with Yoongi go?” Taehyung asked, still working on his task.

“Smooth enough, but we’ll have to stay here for more than two days. Jeon Yongsun has lost it. She’s trying every trick in the book to find her son. If it wasn’t for Yoongi, we’d be behind bars by now.”

“Not surprising. Anyone would go to those lengths for their own flesh and blood,” Taehyung said, now lost in thought.

“Right. If you’d kidnapped my son, I would’ve killed you,” Jimin said, instantly regretting his words as he noticed the sharp glare aimed at him. He chuckled nervously.

“Ha ha, just joking, Taehyung. Anyway, enjoy your lunch.” He quickly left, silently thanking his lucky stars that the madman hadn’t shot him for the disrespect.

Taehyung shook his head. Ever since they arrived in Korea, they’d grown bolder. He’d need to remind them of their place. But first, his stomach growled again. He took a bite of the fried rice and immediately spat it out.

“Fuck!” he swore. It tasted worse than bitter—worse than neem leaves. He could swear his entire mouth was on fire. It wasn’t just bitter; it was unbelievably spicy too.

“Jesus, fucking SHIT! AHHHHHHHH!” Taehyung screamed as the burning sensation in his mouth intensified. The water he grabbed for relief only made it worse, and his tongue continued to sting with bitterness.

“Boss, what happened? Are you okay?” one of his men rushed over, looking concerned. Taehyung glared, fanning his mouth. His face was as red as a volcano, invisible smoke seemingly coming from his ears, tears brimming in his eyes.

“DO I LOOK OKAY??? OH MY FUCKING MOON, I’VE NEVER TASTED ANYTHING THIS SHITTY! AHH. DON’T JUST STAND THERE, DUMBASS! BRING ME ICE, WATER, MILK, ANYTHING!” The guard nodded, dumbfounded.

Five minutes later...

Taehyung was taking deep breaths after finally drinking some milk with sugar. The burning had subsided somewhat. Everyone was gathered around him,

except for Jungkook, who was sitting on the railing of the second floor, one hand over his mouth, biting his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

He could see how much Taehyung had suffered—his face and eyes red, everyone else looking at him with concern. Everyone but Jungkook.

That’s what you get for even thinking about breaking your promise, Mr. Criminal.

Jungkook thought, giggling quietly as he watched Taehyung’s misery.

I only added a little (half a kilo) of red chili paste, some mahogany fruit seed powder, and a few dead dragonflies and cockroaches. Nothing much.

He pouted slightly, watching Taehyung suffer. “Sorry, Mr. Criminal, but Mama always says bad people need to be punished or they’ll never learn.”

He mumbled, now frowning a bit.

“I should’ve done this the first time you kidnapped me, but I was too busy thinking about my dad and Bun Bun. You even yelled at me... though that’s fine since I broke one phone. But you’re still too bad to be thinking about breaking your promise—especially when it’s about Bun Bun, my bestie.”

Jungkook quickly stood up as he saw Taehyung climbing the stairs.

“Who could’ve done this?” Seokjin thought, just finishing a scolding from Taehyung. He had claimed it was probably an accident, but Seokjin never made mistakes like this.