BIPOLAR ( VKOOK ) // COMPLETED

CHAPTER 32

"Wonwoo. I want you to bring Jung kook here. He would be delighted to kill me." Taehyung ordered.

"S-sir, are you sure it is safe?" Wonwoo speculated, keeping his head down as he received orders from his master. "You are sick... it is my duty to protect you."

"Of course...I am okay. Don't worry about me, take this when you are in the job." Taehyung said, pushing his chair away and handing Wonwoo a hand held gun. "This would at least frighten the enemy."

"A-a gun?! Sir, this doesn't seem very right!" Wonwoo protested, taking the gun gingerly like it was toxic.

"Everything isn't right in this world. Take it, I feel that you would need it." Taehyung curled Wonwoo's gloved fingers to it. "Now go, bring him to me unharmed."

"Yes, sir." Wonwoo bowed and took a few steps backward before proceeding to exit the door. He took his jacket form the hangar and went down the stairs, noticing that BamBam and Jinyoung were fooling around on the couch. Chanyeol and Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen.

Wonwoo cleared his throat to get the duo's attention.

"I'll be heading out to run an...errand. You two stay here and guard Mr. Kim. If anything happens, I will snap your necks." Wonwoo threatened and slipped into his navy blue coat, he adjusted his tie by getting reference from the tributes window. "Good bye."

He exited the door and set foot into the cold town in front of him. He took his time, he did not want to rush. If he did that, his job would never end perfectly, and it would bug him his whole lifetime.

"Find the pitiful boy and bring him to Mr. Kim. Provided if he does not kill me first." Wonwoo muttered, pocketing the gun. He strode down the path, which was littered with white snow. His black shoes sunk into the snow , chasing a little bit of difficulty when walking.

He heard a shout and he narrowed his eyes, hands reaching out to the gun inside his pocket. He scanned the area in front of him, walking slowly towards the noise. His heart raced and his hand was clammy against the cold metal.

He saw a dark figure dash out of nowhere and was speeding towards him.

"What the?!" Wonwoo gasped as another figure was chasing the first. When the light hit their bodies, he saw the vulnerable Jung kook and his pursuer , Park Jimin. The younger of the two was holding his rifle, hugging it to his chest like a soft toy.

"T-they m-met?! This is awful, if Jung kook finds out he would hate Taehyung once and for all!" Wonwoo grumbled. His train of thought was interrupted when Jung kook collided into his chest. The rifle dug into Wonwoo's skin, a dull pain resonated through his veins.

"Huh?! Who? What?!" The younger stuttered, peeling himself off the velvety material.

"I suggest you stay away from your pursuer." Wonwoo said, looking at the big doe eyes of the younger. His dark orbs shifted constantly, as if he was terrified. Jung kook scowled and looked back, his whole entire being shaking in his shoes.

"I suggest you give him to me." Jimin said, pushing his light hair color to the back. "I can take care of him. Control him, even."

"Hm... no. I have specific orders to follow. I am the man of my word." Wonwoo denied, shaking his head and wrapping his string arms around the younger boy. "I think you should take you leave."

"What if I don't?" Jimin ventured, taking a step forward, the snow below his foot crunched, which made Jung kook flinch.

"Then I'll have to take drastic measures." Wonwoo said calmly, however, Jung kook could feel the intense heartbeat that Wonwoo had. The older wasn't cut out for the job, he was too nervous to hold a gun, but he did anyways.