VENDETTA | VKOOK

┌TWELVE┐

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Bang.

The sound screamed in Jungkook's ears, wallowing up his insides. At once, he opened his eyes, a haze of his own tears limiting his vision. But he could see red, blood. And, the chef, on the floor, a black hole on his forehead, blood gushing out of it.

"Let this be a lesson to anyone who tries to betray me." Dokeun's voice boomed, sounding like white noise to Jungkook. Everyone had fear written on their faces, eyes widened and faces paled.

Jungkook stood there, arms still risen, gun still pointed, hands still shaking. His eyes were wide, hollow, glassed. He looked stricken, like every ounce of soul had left his body. He heard footsteps walking away, and once his father left the room, the room erupt.

Guards pulled the bloody body of the chef out of the house, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. Jungkook dropped the gun, tears rushing to his eyes, more feeble to release now that his father was gone. He felt arms wrap around him, his head being pushed to someone's chest.

"Hey, hey, it's okay-" Someone soothed, patted down his hair, and Jungkook felt eyes on him as tears began wracking his insides, sobs choking out of his lips.

"Jin," Namjoon's voice snapped, and Jin continued holding Jungkook close to him.

"People are watching. We can't have him crying." Namjoon hissed, and Jin pursed his lips and then realized Namjoon was quite right, because people were eyeing him, wondering whether the Boss' son was reprimandable.

Jin pulled Jungkook aside, seeing tears running down his face, his cheeks reddened and damp. "We don't cry, bubba- it's okay. It's alright. Everything's alright," Jin said softly, and Jungkook sniffled, unable to catch his breath.

"H-h-he's dead, Jin- I-I killed him!" Jungkook let out, and then he felt someone yank his shirt and pull him, his eyes turning to find Namjoon.

"Jungkook, now's not the time for you to be shedding tears. This was just a simple act you had to do to show your father you're ready for more. We can't have people thinking you're a weak kid, especially not after what your father said. Stop crying." Namjoon snapped, and Jungkook cowered his head, trying his hardest to control his sobs.

"I-I didn't want to kill him, Namjoon," Jungkook breathed out, and Namjoon almost got a soft look on his face, but replaced it with a look of anger.

"Jungkook, if your father tells you to do something, you do it, okay? If he hands you a gun and tells you to shoot me in the head, you-"

"No! T-that's not- I don't want to do that! I-I j-just wanted to be-e part of the-t-the mi-missions- not-n-not-" Jungkook started sobbing, eyes blurring again, Namjoon's figure in front of him turning into a splatter of colours.

"Seriously?" A deep voice snapped, making everyone except Jungkook turn their heads. "Go clean up this mess, clearly you have no intention on making him feel better."

Jungkook felt a hand grab his and lead him out of the room, and Jungkook just followed like a little puppy, because honestly that's what he felt like right now. A little puppy who just got told by his master to kill a cat that he didn't want to kill.

Once he was out of the room, and in the foyer before the stairs, he felt arms wrap around him, holding him tightly.

"T-Taehyung," Jungkook choked out, tears running down is face as he clutched onto a dress shirt.

"It's okay, you-you're okay. I'm sorry you had to go through that," Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook dug his head into his neck, shaking in his hold.

"I-I d-didn't w-want to-"