Forever & Always [Sequel to K&D]

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¡Warning! : Violence, Murder, Vulgar Language, Blood, Gore, Mentions of Rape and Assault.

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He was dead. Scull crushed in and blood pooling onto the hardwood floor.

Taehyung's fists were bloodied and bruised, his clothing splattered with the man's blood as well. There was no going back now.

God, how did he even get her? To killing Lucas? One minute Taehyung was confronting him about his past with Jungkook and the next, he was caving the guy's face in.

He deserved it, Taehyung thought. The man didn't even deny raping and assaulting Jungkook—or letting it happen before his eyes. He deserved it.

The older stood up straight, sighing heavily. His arms ached and so did his back, from the multiple times Lucas had fought back and hit him against the walls and furniture.

"Damn it." Taehyung cursed, looking down at the mess he had made. There was blood everywhere. Some splattered on the nicely painted walls, some on the light couch fabric, but most of all; the floor.

Not only was there spots of Lucas's blood on the walls and other objects in the room, the floor either had smears of the thick red liquid or just full on pools of it.

Taehyung, for one, was glad that he and Lucas lived in a secluded neighborhood with sound proof walls. Or this would be a lot more complicated.

The older sighed again, wiping the blood on his hands on his black shirt and looked around for his phone. He eventually found it on the kitchen counter, making sure to not step in any blood or broken glass—though that seemed to a harder task than it should've been.

Taehyung pursed his lips and tapped round on his phone, going to the dial pad to call someone. He entered the number he wanted to call and pressed the cold screen to his ear, praying silently that the person hadn't changed their numbers in the last two years.

"Hello?" A man's voice spoke through the phone, sounding intimidating and a smile immediately appeared on Taehyung's face.

"Jackson Wang, nice to hear your voice again." Taehyung chimed, too happy for what he had just done. Maybe it was the shock—or maybe he was just a psychopath, that could be possible too.

"Kim?! I thought—I thought you died." Jackson gasped, making Taehyung imagine the shocked smirk that was most definitely on the other's face.

"Yeah, yeah. Long story. Which I will tell you, but I need a favor first." The younger spoke, leaning himself gently on the kitchen counter, looking out at his mess of a living room.

Lamps were knocked over, chairs were tipped, and as you know, the blood. It seemed like the only thing you would notice if you looked at the disheveled living room. The crimson red splotches being a drastic contrast from the light, more homey aesthetic it used to hold.

"Of course." The older spoke clearly, earning a hum from Taehyung.

"You still got the best cleaning crew in all of Korea?"

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"So you really did it huh? Killed someone?" Jackson said in slight disbelief as he looked out on his men cleaning up the mess in the living room.

"Yeah..." Taehyung trailed, hands crossed over his chest as his gaze focused on the same places Jackson's was.

"What'd he do that was so bad? If you don't mind me asking." Jackson looked over at his friend, stuffing his hands in his pockets.