VENDETTA | VKOOK

┌TWENTY┐

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Taehyung walked out of the living room, leaving the others baffled and silent. Taehyung went up the stairs and to Jungkook's bedroom, but opened it and found it empty. He went to the lounge, and the balcony, and his own room. He tried looking for Jungkook but didn't find him.

Taehyung rushed down the stairs and to the basement, hoping the boy would be there. He heard loud gunshots coming from inside the gun training room and opened it in confusion.

There he found Jungkook, standing in the last lane, gun pointed up, loud bangs echoing through the room as empty bullets fell out of his gun. Jungkook looked pale, stricken, tears rushing down his face, arms practically shaking as he continued shooting, and shooting, and shooting-

"Jungkook?" Taehyung called, walking towards the boy. He was sure Jungkook heard him, but kept shooting, blocking out his senses.

Taehyung suddenly grabbed Jungkook's wrist, turning him towards him forcefully, snatching the gun out of his hand. Jungkook saw him through his blurry vision. Keep shooting. Keep shooting.

"Jungkook, mindlessly shooting away won't solve anything-" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook shook his head.

"It will! You heard Yoongi, didn't you?" Jungkook wavered, trying to pull his hand back, but his wrist was tightly gripped by Taehyung's hand. "I'm incapable! T-they don't want me around, Tae! No one does! I-I should be the one at the hospital having to suffer through my mistakes! N-not Jimin," Jungkook cried, and Taehyung let go of his wrists.

The moment he did, Jungkook fell into his arms, and began crying softly into his shoulder. Taehyung wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to face Yoongi lashing out at you. None of what he said was true, baby. None of it. Your ability of being able to snatch away a life does not equate to your capability as a person." Taehyung said, and Jungkook pulled away slightly, looking up st him.

"I-It does, Tae. If-if I can't kill someone, then what good am I? At least here. In-in this house. In my home. I-I try to love, and I try to be sweet and I try to make friends and I try and try but it never works." Jungkook said softly, lump in his throat.

"What good is my purity if I live in a house where your cruelty is what makes you a better man?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung shook his head.

"But you don't only live in this house. You live in this world. A world where the evil perish and the good flourish. It may not seem like that right now, baby, but someday it will." Taehyung said. "Shit, I don't know if Heaven or Hell exists, but if it does, Kook? Then we're all fucked, and you're not." Taehyung chuckled, and Jungkook let out a choked up giggle.

"They hate me, Taehyung. I-I don't want them to hate me. I don't care about being good if it gets me nowhere." Jungkook said sharply, and Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows/

"What do you mean?"

"I mean.. that I need to buck up and do what I was meant to do." Jungkook said. "I'm supposed to be the next Mafia leader. I'm supposed to be the next leader of the underworld. I need to be Hades, not Persephone. I can't will away my time in gardens and running off in the midst of flowers, because the fact is- I live in the underworld. But I wasn't abducted, I was born here. And my father isn't going to wait until I'm ready. He's going to push me into the fires and watch me burn if I don't find a way to float."

Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but Jungkook stopped him. "I wanna be like you. You're not scared. You don't let your stupid emotions get in the way. You don't cry when someone upsets you, you kill them."