The Pride of Clan

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Shit.

He shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have killed him.

He shouldn’t have killed that bastard.

How can he be so stupid.

Jungkook gazed at the headless body on the floor as if frozen. He had killed the salvation with his own hands. He had killed the chance of cleaning Taehyung's name. But he couldn't stand it. The way he was talking shit about his wife…

Jungkook growled and started stabbing the lifeless body at his feet furiously. More blood splashed around as the sick sound of flesh tearing apart filled the room. Jungkook wanted to bring the man to life so he could kill him once again.

Cut the hands that touched Taehyung…

Jungkook stepped on one of Bogum's hands and tore it apart from his arm mercilessly.

Take the tongue that talked shit about him…

Jungkook gazed at the bleeding head.

Take away what he valued the most…

Jungkook kicked the body to turn it around and drove his sword in Bogum's crotch again and again till he was sure that there were enough holes for bugs to nest in the grave.

But it wasn't enough. He just couldn't...

"Jungkook, stop it!" Namjoon shouted finally but he still stab that lifeless body over and over again.

It wasn't his brother's warning neither Hyemi's vomiting that stopped Jungkook. No. It was the pained cry of his love.

Jungkook threw his bloody sword to the side and run to Taehyung immediately. He caught his wife before he could collapse on the floor.

Taehyung couldn't take this anymore. He wanted to go. He wanted this to be over. He didn't want to be put down any more. If it wasn't for his baby, Taehyung would have ended his life long before. He didn't deserve this. He didn't-

He cried in pain as a sharp contraction hit him. He whimpered as he wrapped his arms around his stomach and was about to fall down when strong arms caught his trembling form.

He looked up to his husband with his pleading gaze as he bit his lips.

"I'm taking you to hospital," Jungkook whispered as he walked fastly.

"No," Taehyung shook his head as he held onto Jungkook's shoulders.

"I just want my honor back."

Jungkook nodded. "One way or another."

He entered their room and let Taehyung on his feet. He was breathing unevenly but he couldn't keep himself in check. He wanted to burn down this whole house. He was startled when Taehyung held his hand gently and guided him to the bathroom.

Jungkook didn't protest as his wife started stripping him off of his dirty clothing. His eyes caught his reflection in the mirror and his eyes widened in shock.

His eyes were such a dark red that he couldn't believe it. His face, his hair, his chest... He had blood splashed all over his body. His face was so hard that he wasn't sure if it was him or another man in the mirror.

Was this the man Taehyung fell for? This couldn't be the man who was going to be a father to the child his wife was going to him.

Jungkook looked down as his hand was tugged and he walked to the small pool. He watched as his wife took off his clothes and joined him.