VEILED VISION [Taekook]

Ch 12

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"Morons! "

Apart from locking him in and sending his most trusted man , Matthews , Taehyung had a back-up plan which he didn't quite expect to be of much help, but it did.

A tiny, skin-safe tracker just below Jungkook's left shoulder blade, hidden where it wouldn't be easily noticed or dislodged.

Taehyung knew, he should respect the Ceo's privacy.

Should.

But he had never cared much about what he should do. What mattered was what he needed to do, and he needed it to safeguard the doe eyed who seemed to attract trouble with every step.

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Jungkook stood at the edge of the rooftop, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The neon lights of the city below him blend together in streaks of color, mocking his frantic heartbeat.

He couldn't shake the images that played on repeat in his mind: the masked man slipping into the apartment, the crackling sound of electricity as he'd electrocuted the intruder, and Taehyung's angry voice blaring through the communicator, cutting him off before he could utter a word.

But atleast the physics lessons that took away his teenage sleep came of help. He could almost hear the voice of his old physics teacher, praising him for his understanding of circuits and conductivity.

'Guess all those top scores weren't just for show!'

He'd reached the rooftop believing it was the safest place, only to find himself cornered with no exits. The distant thud of boots on concrete snapped him out of his daze. He turned, eyes widening as a group of armed men stepped out of the shadows.

Jungkook's throat tightened, but he forced himself to stand tall. Of course ,he won't raise his hands up or make a surrender position.

"Jeon Jungkook, Ceo of Jeon Enterprises!" he stated, trying to keep his voice steady.

When that only drew blank stares and scornful chuckles.

"And we are seven dwarfs of Snow white!"

'fuck, don't they believe me?'

Searching for anything that might buy him time, Jungkook couldn't think much as he found the gun pointed right at him.

Though he hated to associate himself with the mafia more than anything, exclaiming it out seemed to be the only possible escape.

"I-I'm with....Kim Taehyung."

The effect was instant; smirks disappeared, replaced by narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. One man's hand twitched on the trigger.