Jungkook pov ,
His beautiful blue eyes were suddenly blurred by the mist of his tears.
"Jamin, are you sure?" Taehyung asked, him voice cracking as the smile grew on jamin face.
"I'm absolutely sure. This staff has so much more power than any wand. Minhoon won't even stand a chance if he fights you," jamin said, handing it to him carefully.
Taehyung ran his fingers along the crevices and over the sharp points at the top that were visibly crackling with energy.
"I'm going to give him hell," taehyung muttered
in a murderous tone.
Little did taehyung know, he was already giving my dick hell .
There was something about seeing taehyung in his element that set me on fire and made my chest swell with affection. It was not necessarily the violence in him, but the fearless and dominant parts of him.
"I know you will. The same way you killed that vile bloodsucker that held me hostage," jamin said proudly, ruffling his hair a little.
"Now, I need to go take care of some things for my father's memorial so I'll see you two in an hour."
Jamin gave me a nod and slipped out of the room in a rush, and taehyung turned to me,
"How about we go eat brunch?"
The corner of my lips twitched, and taehyung pointed a finger at me as soon as he noticed,
"I mean real food. I'm already sore as it is."
I chuckled and took taehyung free hand,
"Let's make a visit to the dining room then. I
was thinking we could make some new memories in that place by fu-"
"Jungkook! Food!"
"Right Little one."
***
The hour whizzed by with taehyung and
I discussing battle strategies and torture methods for minhy over crêpes and coffee.
By the time we were done, I was sure that every maid in our vicinity was tramautized and terrified by our enthusiastic discussions.
"Do you think it would be odd if I took his teeth and turned them into a necklace as that poo face take my necklace?" Taehyung asked, deep in thought as we trudged back to the conference room.
I furrowed my eyebrows, "Why his teeth?"
"Because he has a very punchable face.
You should see him when he smiles. It makes my blood boil when I think of how smug he must be knowing that the Minister is gone."
Taehyung nails were digging into my palm, and I pressed a kiss to the back of his hand,
"We'll wipe it from his face, and you can take as many teeth as you would like as long as his body ends up in hell with the rest of them.'
"I hope everything goes by plan," taehyung
said softly as we got closer to the conference room.
"I just have a weird feeling in my stomach."
"It's probably just battle jitters or you're
feeling dick-deprived," I smirked, trying to lighten taehyung mood.
Taehyung narrowed his eyes at me .
"The only thing I'm deprived of is feeling in my ass. I'm pretty sure you've made it numb."
I stayed silent, the proud expression on my face revealing all that he needed to know.
