Right One

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲

Already 60 chapters? Need to finish this one soon! 😭
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A/n pov

Subtle and soft yet rhythmic clicks of finger tapping against the table resonated in the whole room, breaking the eerie silence, expect for the calm and steady breathing, in the room. The person was sitting on the chair, manspreading, his eyes —sharp, calculating— lingering on the tied, unconscious, man in front of him.

Nodding at the person beside him, he took a glance at his wrist watch, 10:15 at the morning.

A loud splash was heard right after the man nodded his head and he looked up from his watch, taking the view in front of him. His prey. He blinked slowly, a lazy smirk spreading on his lips as he let out and amused chuckle. "He's so dumb. Isn't he?"

The chuckle was anything but entertaining for the tied, now conscious, man in front of him. The man looked petrified, as if he'd witnessing his death right front of him.

He gulped dryly.

The person's face turned blank. As if a blank canvas ready to be painted in—

Splash.

—blood.

The tied man flinched and pressed his lips in a thin line when the knife suddenly sliced through his face, making blood smear everywhere, on the person's face in front of him.

"Don't!" The men at the back shook their heads, disappointed and sympathetic.

Now, there's no escape.

The man laughed.

He freaking laughed which made the tied person pale. All the blood drained out of his body, his anger, cockiness disappearing into thin air as if it was never there to begin with. "Think you can escape?" He begun, looking as if he'd already won, as if everything is just a game, and he's the devloper and hacker of the game at the same time.

"I- i thought you'll let me go" he asked trying to appear tough but the cut on his face and smeared blood made him look anything but that.

The man rose from the chair, standing up, adjusted his cufflinks and dusted off his clothes while whistling, roaming in the room, ss if he'd all the time in the world, se if he owns the time and controls it.

He stopped and stood in front of him and looked down at him, "Kim Taehyung never forgets, let alone forgive."

The man at the sighed and called someone, "Get the cleaning crew ready.", and again focused at the scene. As though it's something entertaining, some show, "It's going to be a hell of a day for him. He so is gonna regret his existence today." Someone else spoke and the man nodded, pocketing his phone.

"Boss, young master's call"

Mark came in and said, unsure of what to do. If it was some another time, he'd have came in and sat there like any other friend would do and tease him while he talks to his husband, but right now, all he sees is, Taehyung, his boss, is ready to—

Taehyung halted in his steps, making the tied man sigh in relief. Relief because everyone just knew it for a fact that when it comes to THE young master, Kim Taehyung, as in Victor, care for no one.

Nothing matters to him other than his Queen/King/Prince, whatever you name it.

Well well well.

However, the relief was there for some fleeting seconds only, because Taehyung just whipped his head back to the tied man and said, "Oh my dear Kris it's time hun~" The look on Taehyung's face said back off. Run for your life and save yourself, yet, the man was tied to the chair. Literally. Helpless. Under Taehyung's mercy, which was the most pleasant sight for him after his husband.