Taehyung pov ,
The evening after the Minister's funeral, jin called a meeting between all the leaders, and we found ourselves waiting miserably for him in the conference room.
There was an awkward tension in the air as we all stared at the table, deep in our own thoughts.
Jungkook would occasionally rub a circle in my palm to comfort me, but other than that no one made any sudden movements.
It was almost as if we were afraid to.
There was a soft knock on the door, and everyone raised their heads as jamin.
marched in confidently. He settled in the seat at the end of the table beside jungkook and nodded at everyone politely,
"Leaders, we have an issue on our
hands. Are you all up to date on what has occurred?"
There was a series of affirmative responses, and Jamin raised his eyebrows curiously .
"So is it safe to assume that all hands are on deck now? I am well aware that the only people who have been involved since the beginning are taehyung and Alpha jungkook, and just recently dargon king had joined in."
Naminon muttered what seemed to be a rude comment under his breath that I tried to ignore, but it caught jungkook and jamin's attention immediately.
"Mr. Naminon , do you have something to say?" Jamin asked, a warning undertone in his voice.
The said person sneered, "Nothing, Minister jamin . I was just acknowledging how all of this could have been avoided," he directed his glare at me.
I remained expressionless, but under the table, my hand was clasping jungkook's tightly in an attempt to calm him down as his rage started to bubble.
Jamin. narrowed his eyes, glancing at me briefly before returning his gaze to naminon, "How do you think that, Mr. Naminon ?"
"Taehyung is the reason we are in this position."
"I would tread carefully if I were you," jungkook hissed, his voice coming out as a snarl near the end.
Naminon pursed his lips at the threat, "All I
mean to say is that if taehyung had kept his legs closed for a few more days, the Minister would have been al-"
He was cut off as jungkook lunged him form his throat with a deadly growl, and I jumped out of my seat after jungkook .
"Jungkook, don't!"
While I had expected some subtle backlash over the Minister's death since all of us were in still in a deep state of grief, I didn't think it would escalate to the point where I would have to hold Jungkook back as he defended me.
I circled my arms around him from behind and hugged him, praying that he could feel me under the fog of his anger.
After a few moments, jungkook's body relaxed, and he loosened his grip on naminon throat and allowed jamin and dargon king to pull him away.
Naminon was gasping for breath but glaring murderously at jungkook as jimin tugged him away from the table and held him down so he would not launch himself at us.
I moved around to face jungkook and
cupped his face, caressing his jaw with my thumbs,
"Jungkook, look at me."
He turned his harsh gaze to me, and I
shook my head slowly.
"I know you want to rise to my defense, but you can't fling yourself at everyone who talks shit about me. Let me handle it, please."
"Little one ," jungkook started, but I sent him a knowing glance.
