MY FATHER'S RIVAL (VKOOK)

CHAPTER 4

Author POV

After Taehyung calmed down Yoongi convinced him to have some breakfast while he explained things to him. Reluctantly, he agreed.

Taehyung was astonished by two things when he entered the kitchen,
1) it was more clean and well-cared for than any place he had ever seen
2) a blonde and a purple-head were eating each other's faces off on the kitchen counter.

Yoongi cleared his throat and the blonde pushed the purple-head to the floor.

"Jin I thought you were cooking. I wouldn't have come in if I knew Namjoon would be here too." Yoongi smirked.

"Oh hush you" the blonde said his face defiant as he turned to Taehyung."Hey I'm Jin. You must be Taehyung."

"Hi." Taehyung stuttered, somewhat taken aback by the friendly tone.

"Awww. You're so cute. Can I adopt you?" Jin asked taking a step forward. Simultaneously Taehyung took a step back, slightly wincing at the sting on his legs. Fucking Jungkook and his stupid belt. Well atleast it wasn't bleeding anymore. Still, screw that- (*ahem*)

Jin's gaze landed on his leg, eyes training on the shallow but still evident wound below his knee.
"Did Jungkook do that?"

Jin didn't even give him gap to answer before continuing,
"He's a fuckin idiot. Do you want me to help you bandage that cut?"

As much as he appreciated the offer, Taehyung couldn't help but be skeptical. He had been kidnapped. What is happening? Why was everyone-other than Jungkook obviously-so polite?
"No it's fine" Taehyung smiled tentatively.

"Babe you're creeping him out." The purple-head stood up and smiled at the brunette. "I'm Namjoon by the way."

"Yeah cuz you guys sucking each other's faces off wasn't creepy at all." Yoongi said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Hmph! You're starving today young man!" Jin stomped away with Namjoon trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

"Good luck. You're goona need it." Yoongi shouted after Namjoon and the purple-head flipped the middle finger at him.

Yoongi chuckled as they found some toast in the kitchen and sat down to eat. Taehyung flinching at the sting on his leg.

"You should have let Jin bandage that. He is kind of like our gang's doctor in a way. He has an actual medical degree so you can trust him" Yoongi chuckled.

Taehyung only shrugged lightly. "It doesn't hurt that much anyway. Just the occasional sting."

Yoongi nodded dismissively, knowing Taehyung wouldn't take treatment from someone in their gang right now anyway. Him being skeptical of them was only natural. They had brought him here against his will after all. And then there was the added fact that the reason he needed to be treated in the first place was because of whatever Jungkook did.

"The food is much better usually. But I pissed off the cook so this is the best we'll get." Yoongi said, changing the subject.

Taehyung frowned,not really interested. He needed an explanation. Now.

"Cut the bullshit and tell me why the fuck I'm here and what the fuck you are here for."

"Calm down. I'll explain. Stop overreacting."

"Overreacting?! I was fucking kidnapped and now I realise my best friend's boyfriend is part of the gang that kidnapped me." Taehyung's voice was barely controlled, as he held himself back from shouting. "Why. The. Fuck. Would I be calm?"

Yoongi sighed and leaned back on the chair, his face unreadable as he began,"I have been part of Jungkook's gang since I turned 15. He saved my life and in return, I gave him my loyalty. I met Jimin last year. We fell in love. He revealed to me that he was part of your father's gang. I revealed I was part of Jungkook's. We tried to kill each other. "
Yoongi took a deep breath.

"And?" Taehyung prompted softly.

"Obviously we couldn't. We decided that we wouldn't meet again. Shit happened. Jungkook found out about you, wanted to kidnap you cuz you were his arch enemy's son. I refused to help him since I knew hurting you would hurt Jimin. He found out about me and Jimin. You see,he loves his gang members, especially me, Jin and Namjoon so he would never hurt us. But Jimin meant nothing to him. He threatened to kill him. Obviously, I told him I'd screw his life over. He asked me to either help kidnap you or let me kill Jimin. So I helped him kidnap you. When our gang attacked I told Jimin that I would help protect you from Jungkook. He believed me so he informed me which room you were in. I told Jungkook. Namjoon knocked out Hoseok. I knocked out Jimin. I'm sorry but if it comes to you or Jimin, you should know I will always choose him." Yoongi finished.

Taehyung sat back on his chair, sighing.
"I get it. You love him. I would've done the same if I was in your position."

Yoongi gave him the most genuine smile Taehyung had ever seen him wear, "Thankyou for understanding, Taehyung. I can see why Jimin treasures you so much."

Yoongi's face turned serious,"Believe me when I say I'll try to stop Jungkook from hurting you. But remember that my loyalty lies with him. He orders, I follow."

Taehyung pressed his lips into a thin line. The message was clear,the mint- green haired man before him wouldn't help him escape.

Yoongi led him through the huge mansion, back to Jungkook's room.

"Sorry but you are allowed out only for breakfast, lunch and dinner. There are fresh clothes in the closet if you want to change, although I'm not sure if they will be your size, and the bathroom is next to it."
He smiled softly before closing the door and locking it.

Taehyung couldn't help but wonder if being kidnapped to be used as leverage is supposed to this comfortable. Three meals a day, fresh clothes and one of them was even polite enough to offer to tend to his wound. The people in their gang weren't even half as nice. Hoseok and Jimin were his only company. Everyone else acted like mindless robots following his father's orders and were all cold and indifferent.

Taehyung turned to face the dimly lit room. The curtains were drawn. He carefully walked closer and opened them, looking outside.

So this is Jungkook's room. But why did he lock me in here when there are millions of rooms in this hellhole?
(Technically not really a hellhole if you don't count the whipping but let's ignore that)