VEILED VISION [Taekook]

CH 7

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1st OCTOBER,2019.
9.30 PM

The night was thick with silence, only the soft hum of the engine breaking the stillness as the car glided along the empty road.

With one hand in the pocket of his black trousers and the other on the steer wheel Taehyung takes the final turn to his home, his mansion to be exact.

The coat he was wearing since morning was long gone,replaced by his usual comfortable leather jacket, tidily flaunting a significant broad chest tapering to his narrow waist.

Neck long and slender accompanied by a sleek tattoo which finished the lower border of his jaw, additionally sharpening whenever he grinded his teeth ,which he luckily tends to do...a lot.

He circled to the back, opening the door and pulling Jungkook out with ease, his limp body offering little resistance. The gate buzzed open at his approach, and Taehyung strode forward with the unconscious CEO slung over his shoulder like a weightless burden.

"Get this body to the hall," Taehyung ordered. Two of his men rushed forward to take Jungkook, carrying him through the wide hallway and into a richly furnished room,meant only for hostages.

At this point, his mansion could almost be called a jail itself, for the countless number of men it holds as 'hostages', who often participate in daily chores.

It's not like he keeps preference for them, rather it pleases him to have people under his mercy rather simply killing at one go, that it's he who chooses death and life for them. Mostly what satisfies the hazel eyed the most is how anyone who tries to protest ends up bending to a mere worker,of course by his choice.

Taehyung followed, his eyes scanning every inch of the space as though he were absorbing more than anyone else could see. Nothing escaped him. It never did.

"Where should I keep him?" Yoongi points at Jimin,all unconscious.

"You see that. I told you he's not important and I have no place for him in my mansion." Taehyung retorted.

"I couldn't let him go. This wimp slapped me in the morning."

"Ego,huh?". Taehyung smirked, slipping a cigerette into his mouth.

In a minute, Jimin was carried out the place as per Taehyung's orders.

Taehyung's orbs scanned every inch of the space as though he were absorbing more than anyone else could see. Nothing escaped him. It never did.

As he moved deeper into the mansion, he was met by Mathew, one of his trusted bodyguards, standing with a bandage hastily wrapped around his arm, blood seeping through the edges. Taehyung's sharp eyes narrowed as they flickered to the injury.