His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 1

Present day:

The doors to the airport slid open as a group of men in suits strode out to the waiting limousine. Settling in and giving directions to the driver, Namjoon turns to his boss and friend. "You have meetings with your father's associates scheduled for-"

"I don't give a sh!t about those vultures," a smooth voice interrupts, "Now that we're back in the country, your priority is going to be tracking down every bit of information on Taehyung's case. I don't care who you have to bribe, torture, or kill. I want to know everything about what happened 6 years ago."

Jungkook had been hampered by his father for years. His old man had refused to allow him to investigate what had happened to his former lover, coldly insisting that he needed to move on, and it was a waste of resources. Now that the old bastard was dead and Jungkook had taken his place as the leader of their powerful group, he was free to get revenge for the boy he'd loved.

Namjoon sighs, "Jungkook, I understand you want to find the ones responsible; hell, so do I. But you're now the leader of the most powerful mafia group in Korea. You have responsibilities-", he's cut off again by the cold voice of the young leader.

"I don't give a damn Namjoon. Don't make me tell you again. Taehyung's case takes priority over everything else. Is that in anyway unclear?" Jungkook looks at his hyung, his eyes dark and face hard.

Swallowing, Namjoon shook his head, "No, it's clear." Pausing to think, he then continues, "I'll check with our contacts at the police department to see what they have."

Jungkook nods, eyes already fixed out the window. This was the first time he'd been home since he'd left 6 years ago. It still ripped him apart to think of his last night in Korea. He remembered the way Tae had looked at him, tears in his eyes as he absorbed Jungkook's cruel words. The pain on his face had been awful, but Jungkook had believed that it was best for Tae if he totally severed their connection. He'd hoped that if he was cruel, Tae would let go of him easier and be able to move on. Instead, his dreams were now filled with painful memories and what-ifs.

'I should have brought him with me. Or told him the truth and explained that he'd require guards 24/7,' he bitterly thinks to himself, his hand fisting on his leg.

Namjoon clears his throat, interrupting his thoughts. "Jin, Jimin, and Hoseok are already at your house."

Jungkook nods absently, before softly responding, "They're going to have to wait. We have two stops to make on the way."

The older frowns, "Where?"

Jungkook doesn't look at him as he takes a deep breath before answering, "First a florist. Then the cemetery."

Elsewhere in Seoul:

The front door slams open, startling awake the sleeping young man. Looking at the intruder, Suga runs a hand through his mint-green hair before scowling. "Dammit V! Why the fvck do you have to be so noisy? I was sleeping!"

The young man grins over at his grumpy hyung before shrugging, "Sorry Suga-hyung". Falling into a graceful heap on the couch opposite from the older, he yawns, running his fingers through his dyed-silver locks.

Suga narrows his eyes as he takes in the sleepy face of his donsaeng, along with the blood spattered clothing. "Someone was out late having fun."

V chuckled and nodded. "Baekie-hyung found out one of his associates had been stealing from him, along with abusing some girls at his clubs. He let me handle it."

The older snorted, "And of course you couldn't just put a bullet through his head, quick and easy."

The young man opposite him giggled, "Hyung, where's the fun in that? Look, it's a win-win. I got to have fun playing with a toy all night, and people who hear about it are terrified of ending up in the hands of V, so they're less likely to risk going against Baekie-hyung."

Suga sighed heavily, looking at the young man who'd come to be like a little brother to him. It was hard to recognize him as the same battered figure they'd found all those years ago. He was still slim and ethereal, so beautiful it was hard for people to take their eyes off him. But his hair was longer, and dyed an ashy silver. He also used blue contacts to cover his normally chocolate irises. He was so entrancing that when he worked he had to wear a mask, otherwise everyone would discover the identity of Byun Baekhyun's most treasured and reliable assassin, V.

Suga had spent years training him, turning him into a ruthless fighter and skilled marksmen. But Suga wasn't the reason he enjoyed torturing his victims, leaving them begging for death. When he'd woken up in that bed, he'd been in agony. The physical pain wasn't the worst part though. He'd felt utterly powerless, filled with rage and loss. He couldn't remember his life before that day, but something had left him destroyed. And V was determined never to feel powerless like that again. He still woke up gasping, tears slipping from his eyes as he clutched at his heart, unable to remember what had caused him such devastating pain. Torturing people who threatened or betrayed the few people he cared about helped to relieve that pain a bit. He'd become a monster in an effort to make the pain go away. The only people who mattered to him were Suga, Baekhyun, and Baekhyun's husband, Chanyeol.

Blinking, V looked up and saw the somber look on his hyung's face. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he gave his adorable boxy smile. "Aww, don't worry hyung, I know how to handle myself. I'm gonna go get a shower and get a nap."

AN: I know, you're probably eager for some TaeKook, but I want to set up some background first.