His Buried Past| Taekook

Chapter 34

Jungkook's fist slammed into his desk repeatedly, an enraged shout echoing in the room. They'd arrived at the grocery only to find Jin in a panic, and Jimin unconscious in the back of the store. Thankfully he was alright, suffering only a minor concussion from the blow he'd received to the head. But both men were guilt-stricken, blaming themselves for caving to Taehyung's pleas to come along. The mafia leader was furious, but he was trying not to lash out at them, knowing that V would probably have snuck out on his own anyways.

Suga was pacing angrily, the look in his eyes terrifying. He'd been planning on tracking V's phone, but when they looked it up, they'd found the device tossed on the side of the street. Obviously, he'd been forced to get rid of it.

The stressed group are startled by Hoseok as he bursts through the door, his face taut with urgency. Seeing the look, Jungkook bolts upright, "Do you have him?"

The redhead nods, "Yeah, I've tracked them to a building in the warehouse district. We can be there in 30 minutes."

Until now, Baekhyun had been standing silently to the side, his face pale with worry and his husband's arms around his shoulders.  But hearing the two, he steps forward, "You mean V? I don't understand; how did you track them? He dumped his phone."

Jungkook's face is hard, his voice resolute as he instructs Hoseok to bring Namjoon and Jin, before looking at the other mafia boss. "I'd already lost Tae once before, I wasn't going to risk losing him again. So while his shoulder was being patched up the first night he was here, I decided to make sure I could always find him."

Suga freezes, his eyes narrowing before he tenses, looking alert, "You tagged him?"

The ravenette gives a curt nod, "Yes."

Baekhyun gapes, his eyes wide, "I'm guessing V doesn't know about that. He'd hate that, you know. He's gonna kill you when he finds out."

"He'll be alive to be pissed off, that's all I care about," Suga scoffs, "We can sort out the details later. Let's go, we've lost enough time already."

Elsewhere

V groans, his head aching and mouth feeling like cotton as he groggily looks around the storage room he's in. Looking up, he realizes he's hanging by his wrists, his toes barely grazing the floor. The position has pain shooting through his shoulders, and the rope tied tightly around his wrists has cut off his blood circulation.

Looking to the side, he sees a table next to him, various tools littering the surface. A hammer, saw, pliars, several knives. 'If I could just get down, there are plenty of weapons for me to use.'

"I see you're awake. How've you been, doll?" The smooth voice has his head snapping to look at the door, recognizing the blonde man from the store. Jackson.

"Where's Jimin?", his voice demanding, "What the hell have you done with him?"

Jackson chuckles, shaking his head as he moves closer, "What a difference a few years makes! The last time we met, you were a shaking, crying mess. I'll never forget how big your eyes looked, all filled with tears, as you begged me to leave you alone. And now, you're completely helpless again. No tears this time though...yet."

V clenches his teeth, struggling to keep up his calm facade, "Where. Is. Jimin."

The blonde smirks, moving close enough to reach out and run the backs of his fingers along the smooth cheek of the restrained man, "Your friend's safe. A lot more than I can say for you at the moment."

Relief sweeps through the younger, making him sag a bit. 'At least Chim is ok.'

Jackson eyes the silver haired assassin speculatively, "So the cute little crybaby I had so much fun with six years ago grew up to be the infamous 'V', huh? I've heard plenty about you over the years, you know." Eyes raking over the slim figure and tousled silver hair, he grins, "And I think you're even prettier now than you were the last time we played."

V watches as the dangerous blonde picks a large, wicked looking knife from the nearby table. Coming back to the restrained assassin, he smirks as he waves the knife in front of the younger's chocolate eyes, but is disappointed to see no reaction. Lowering the knife to the boy's shirt, he slashes the shirt open from collar to waist, before cutting the rest of the fabric from him.

Arching a brow, he takes in the black and violet marks spread all over the boy's golden skin. "Hmm, looks like someone's rather territorial. I plan on leaving my own marks though."

Slowly, he drags the knife down from the younger's collarbone, down the length of his torso then over his waist to his side, a scarlet streak following the path of the sharp blade. Despite the sting of the blade, and the shooting pain in his shoulders, V's face remains calm and still.

Narrowing his eyes, Jackson's face shows annoyance at the lack of reaction. Impatience flickering in him, he drives the blade deeply into the boy's side, watching with satisfaction as a pained hiss finally escapes the younger's lips. Smirking, he painfully twists the blade before yanking it out, pleased to see the blood now coursing from the injury and staining the fabric of his jeans.

"You know, I still remember the sounds you made last time, doll. You cried so prettily for me. I wonder if you'll make the same noises for me this time?" His lips form a smug smile as he uses the now bloody blade to flick open the fly of the other's jeans.

A sudden crash has the blonde whipping around to face the door. Silhouetted in the kicked open door is a tall figure, his eyes black with rage as he takes in the scene in the room. The silver haired boy, bare chested and hanging from the ceiling, blood trickling from the cuts going down his chest and abdomen, and yet more blood spilling from the jagged hole in his side. His vision turns red with fury as he raises his gun to point it at the stunned face of Jackson Wang. Jungkook's voice is filled with the threat of death, "Get the fvck away from him. Now."

Jackson raises his hand in an attempt to calm the situation, dropping the bloody knife to the ground in front of him. Taking a step forward, he offers a tentative smile, "Ok man, let's just calm down. I'm sure we can work something out here."

Behind the blonde, V notices as his other hand surreptitiously reaches for a gun tucked into the back of his pants. Just as the hitman pulls the weapon free, the younger lashes out, stunning both men as he kicks the gun from the blonde's hand, before jumping to wrap both legs around the man's neck, ignoring the agonizing pain the movement causes. His hands still tied above him, he watches with satisfaction as the face of the man who tortured him begins to turn purple. Pouting, he coos at the struggling older, "Aww, you're not making enough noise for me Jackson. That's not very fun!"  The fake pout drops from his lips as his eyes turn cold, before he wrenches the other man's head to the side, the loud crack of his neck breaking bringing a savage smile to the silver haired boy's face. "How's that sound for you, b¡tch?"

Dropping the dead body of his torturer to the ground, he winces as the movement pulls on his shoulders and jostles his wound. Raising his eyes to the mafia boss standing frozen, his gun now hanging uselessly at his side, the younger clears his throat, his voice sounding tired, "Um, Kookie? Would you mind untying me now?"

AN: Holy cow guys! 90k reads?? 😱😱😱
It was just a couple weeks ago that I was freaking out about getting 10k!

This took me a little longer to get out, mainly because this week was crazy rough and kinda overwhelming. Hopefully things will be a little calmer this week! And y'all have helped a lot with all your kind and funny comments, honestly. I really appreciate you all so much. I 💜 you!