Dirty Duty || TAEJIN ☑️

The Weakling

Jungkook

I got the bullet removed from my arm through surgery. I really thought they will let me out as soon as I took a quick rest but I was advised to stay in the hospital as they needed to examine my arm and the severity of the damage if there's any.

I insisted that I am perfectly fine. That I can go out right now and will be back if something unusual happened. But of course, the hospital doesn't let me get things my way.

I can't simply wait here overnight thinking about what's happening to Seokjin. And I simply cannot let this day pass without laying my knuckles to Hyungwoo's face. I'll make sure his lips will shatter for hurting Jin.

Then two men went inside my hospital room. I know my father sent his men to look after me. Of course, by now, my father knows that I will not let Seokjin suffer there alone. And I know that he will not let me do ridiculous things that I have in mind.

And I wondered why he just let Taehyung took my brother and don't even give a damn?

"I sent my men to look after you." My father barged inside my room.

"I know."

"Good job killing one of Taehyung's men." My father looked at me with so much pride. I remained silent. It cost nothing. Even if I killed that man, they still manage to get my brother.

"I know your plans Jungkook." He said as he sat on the chair near my bedside.

"But father, how can we just let Jin suffer there in vain? He needs our help. We can't just abandon him!" Call me frustrated, but I am.

"So what will you do? Barge inside Taehyung's hideout and look for Jin? You will go there without concrete plans on how you will get him back? That's suicide!" My father yelled at me.

He's right. I'm not thinking of the consequences right now. All I am after is to get Jin but I don't even know where to go or how to do it. I can defend myself well but I believe Taehyung will not make it easy for me. And I know he has lots of men to defend him and ready to die for him.

"So are you going to help me get him back father? You're not serious telling Taehyung that you don't care about Jin right?" I asked, with hopes that he has another plan.

"You still don't know me. And you still have a lot to learn. Son, I don't need a coward in our family. And yes, by that, I mean your brother." My father glared at me.

"He's your son too. How can you do this to him?"

But my father just looked at me. He smirked and shook his head before going out of the room.

Seokjin
(After the Prologue)

Now, I am being ushered to my cell-like what Taehyung instructed his men.

A tall lanky guy accompanies me to a dimly light hallway. Soon after, Taehyung and the others went the other way. The lanky guy holding me on my right arm.

He's alone. I can defend myself. I thought.

Soon after, I got the chance to wiggle out my arm. I turned around fast to kick him on his shin. Then I immediately hit his throat with my elbow. He groaned and it gave me the opportunity to grab the gun from his holster and point in on his head.

He waved his hand as if surrendering.

"Now show me the way out or I'll blow your head off." I tried my best not to show how terrified I am. I tried to remain calm.

I felt a hard object pressed against the back of my head. "You really think it's easy to escape here kitten?" A very deep voice that I very well know by now spoke behind me.

I dropped the gun and brought my hands up.

It took me a while to finally decide what to do. I may not be good at shooting a gun but I know very well how to defend myself from harm.

I moved to the left and turned around, locking my wrist to Taehyung's arm and soon, getting the gun from his hand, pointing it on his chest.

"Let me out or I will shoot you," I said as if I really can. Of course, I can't kill people. If I have the guts to kill, then Hyungwoo would be six feet under by now.

Two of his men pointed a gun on my head. But Taehyung raised his hand and his men put their gun down.

Taehyung smiled. I swallowed. He looks good when he smiles. "You're not really a weakling like what your father said, right kitten?"

"Stop calling me kitten! I have a name. So now let me out of this house or I'll shoot you dead." Fuck you Kim Taehyung, let me out.

He grabbed the muzzle and pressed it on his chest. "Shoot!" He smirked.

Of course, I can't shoot.

"Show me that you're not a weakling, kitten. Shoot!"

I took a deep breath and put the gun down. One of his men get the gun from my hand and gave it back to Taehyung. I bowed down. Feeling defeated.

"Bring this kitten to his room. And tell Jimin to go to my room." Taehyung ordered as he turned his back away from me.

I was being dragged again to a room.

Perhaps, my father was right. I am useless. And probably, like what Taehyung said, I am indeed a weakling.