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3rd Person POV

Even in Jungkook's young age, he knew when something was up. He knew when he was in danger. He knew what was dangerous.

He was raised in the mafia, after all.

So when he saw Seokjin whip out one of his favorite blades, laced with poison, he knew what was going to happen.

Yeongsoo would die.

Seokjin, of course, knew that the blade was Jungkook's favorite.

In fact, he had planned everything.

The capture of Jungkook.

The arrival of Yeongsoo.

He planned it all.

Because he wanted revenge.

Revenge against Jungkook.

Something had happened a long time ago that Seokjin still blamed Jungkook for, despite him not remembering the incident.

And so he planned out everything.

Down to Yeongsoo's death.

Jungkook would watch.

He would watch as his brother, his role model, his loving hyung died by the hands of one of his father's most trusted men.

By his most cared for blade.

Also despite Jungkook only being a decade old, he was smart, a genius almost, when it came to chemicals.

The poison that was laced on the knife?

That was a poison that Jungkook knew would give a slow, gruesome, painful death.

For he himself had concocted it.

Jungkook had been asked by his father to conjure up a deadly poison that would make the victim feel pain for hours, had no discovered antidote, and was surely 100% fatal.

He knew that the poison was exactly what had been asked of him.

Down to the last chemical formula.

It only brought more pain to Jungkook's small, developing heart to know that his hyung would die slowly and painfully by his own product.

But when Seokjin charged towards Yeongsoo, the worst part wasn't knowing that the blade was his.

The worst part wasn't knowing that the blade was held by one of his father's "most trusted" men.

It also wasn't knowing that the poison was of his own experiments.

No, the worst part was that Yeongsoo was unarmed and had nothing to defend himself with.

He wasn't even wearing anything protective.

Seokjin was violating everything that Jungkook's father's mafia, Buleugi, stood for.

"Never attack an unarmed man."

But here he was.

In the arms of an unknown man.

Helplessly watching as the knife entered Yeongsoo's abdomen.

As Yeongsoo's eyes bulged.

As Seokjin's crazed smile never once wavered.

As Seokjin let go of the blade.

As Yeongsoo dropped to the floor, body twitching as if he was having a seizure.

As Seokjin laughed.

As Seokjin called off his men.

As the arms wrapped around him left.

As the cold air encased his body.

As the five men left the scene.

As Yeongsoo's face contorted in pain.

As blood seeped into the rainbow fabric of Yeongsoo's shirt (he had always stood up for the LGBTQA community. He was gay, after all).

As after what seemed like decades, Yeongsoo's face showed an expression of relief.

As Yeongsoo's body relaxed.

As it went limp.

As the life left his eyes.

As Yeongsoo lay there.

Dead.

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Sorry. Dis be a shorter chapter.