Dirty Duty || TAEJIN ☑️

Life Love Cruel

I just republished The Cast Chapter. I did an editing because of the errors in saving and publishing before.
Wattpad sometimes sucks big time. 😂

I will not put any more warnings. You know the drill. 💜

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Jungkook

Driving off to Hoseok and Yoongi's apartment is my first option. I don't know where else he will go. He don't have other place to go right now. He literally don't have any family to go home to. Just Jimin or Hoseok or me.

"Kook? What's up with you?" Yoongi greeted me as he opened the door.

"Is Jin inside?" I asked. He's why I am here for in the first place.

"No. Is he missing again?" Again. That's my fear. Him running away earlier was not a good sign. For the past 8 months, I don't know what he have been through. He has a gun in his hands. I'm scared he will do something crazy after all the suffering he went through.

"He runaway." I sigh.

"But why? What happened?" Hoseok asked hearing me from the front door. "That brat really is something else."

"He saw the stripper that Taehyung hired to investigate a target. The problem, she was half naked when Jin saw her. She was knocked down by Jin." I shrugged.

Yoongi and Hoseok laughed. "Knocked down? Jin is a whole mood." Hoseok laughed hard.

"I bet she did that in purpose. Anyway, that stripper is a good one. She's sometimes dumb but she works nice and clean. The problem, she likes boss a lot. She's working together with Namjoon now right?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes. Anyway, I have to go now and find Jin. Before he went somewhere far again. Or do something worst than that." I rushed towards the stairs and climb down running.

I keep on dialling his number. Hoping that he will open and my call will somehow get through. But nothing. Taehyung has been calling me a lot too. Asking for Jin's where abouts. If Jin don't want Taehyung to find out,I will respect his decision.

But right now, where are you Jin? Please don't do something crazy.

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Seokjin

Life.

Love.

Both sucks. Both are cruel to me. Why am I still here in the first place? I should have let my father's men kill me. That fucker who saved me should have let me die. With an unborn child with me that time, everything will be less painful. Unlike right now.

Life is senseless. I have no family left with me. My mother died when I was six. She was killed by no less than my father. My father whom I will do everything just for him to love me. But then in the end, I killed him.

Sometimes, I want to surrender myself to the police. Maybe staying in prison will help me move on. In there, I have no problems. Less interactions with people who will cause me emotional pains.

But sooner, I will get out of there and I will be exposed again to this world. This world full of lies and full of pain.

I stared at my gun. The gun Jimin gave me. I don't know why I need one. I don't need this. I don't want to defend myself from enemies. I wanted them to get me. To kill me. To die.

My Taejin don't need me anymore. He's happy with his father. He will be happy with his father. No doubt about it. Taehyung can give him the world. Everything he needs. Everything he wants. When I'm gone while he's still a baby, he won't remember me. He will not cry. He will not have any memories of me.

And that's okay. At least, that's okay.

I run my fingers through the corners of my gun. I press the magazine button. The magazine is full. Great.

I put the magazine back on and thinks for a while. No one will cry for me. I have no family. The only one I have left is my baby. But he will not cry for me. He is still a baby. He don't have an understanding that his appa is dead.

He will be fine. I don't need to worry. And you know what's nice? I'm not crying. I think I have no more tears left to cry. Or I'm just really tired? I don't know.

I smiled.

Am I happy?

Perhaps.

Life sucks. Love sucks. I, myself, sucks.

Nobody loves me.

Nobody.

No one.

No one cares.

I don't know why I can see my mother from afar. Perhaps, I'm hallucinating.

Tonight, I'm thinking of the fastest way to die. Jump off the building? Drown myself? Tie a rope around my neck? Cut my wrist? Overdose? Or maybe this gun is a big help? Of course, this gun has a purpose for being with me.

Somehow, I am thankful that once in my life, I experienced love. My mother, Jungkook.. Taehyung. They loved me. But now I'm alone. I long need for affection, love, intimacy. But they are all being deprived from me. Loneliness is my bestest friend. My everyday companion.

I'm done.

I raised the gun and pull the slide. I took a deep breath as I press the muzzle against my temple.

I smiled to myself. Hell is waiting for me. They will be happy to welcome me there.

I place my index finger on the trigger. Ready to pull. Anytime. No apprehensions. No guilt. No regrets.

I closed my eyes. Only two person came in my mind right now.

My son.

Taehyung.

My son for sure is not thinking about me. How about his father? I bet he's not. But I love him. I love him so much.

*Gunshot*

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