VENDETTA | VKOOK

┌THIRTY┐

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Taehyung stood up and walked out of Jungkook's bedroom, wiping the blood off his face. One of the guards who used to work outside was dead on the floor. Taehyung saw Mark and Jackson by the main door, Jackson still holding Jungkook over his shoulder like a rag doll.

Taehyung rushed up to them and then grabbed Jungkook. Jackson looked irked but let Taehyung grab the boy. Taehyung fell onto the floor, holding Jungkook in his lap.

Jungkook's eyes were shut, face pale. He looked precious, he always did. Taehyung brushed some of the hair out of his face and pressed a kiss to his forehead, lips lingering for longer.

"Tae- he'll be fine." Jackson snapped, and Taehyung looked up at him.

"No he won't! You don't know what your father will do!" Taehyung snapped back, holding Jungkook's head up.

"I'll make sure Jungkook doesn't get hurt, Tae. We need to get back to the house right now." Jackson said, and Taehyung lifted Jungkook up, his guilt weighing him down.

"Where-where are the others?" Taehyung asked, and Mark looked at Taehyung with slight remorse, eyes showing some indescribably emotion.

"That stupid stripper boy shot Bambam in the leg. He's at the hospital, I think Yugyeom's there with him. We drugged him and the other boy that was here. They're in the van." Mark said, and Jackson was already out the door, heading to the car.

"Mark- please. Let me take him away. I-I'll literally- I'll do so much-" Taehyung started, and Mark sighed.

"I'm sorry, Tae. There's nothing we can do. The boss gave us orders. We can't just decline." Mark said, and Taehyung looked down at Jungkook and then carried him to the car.

Taehyung climbed into the car, and placed Jungkook on his lap, holding the smaller boy tightly. He knew Mark and Jackson were giving him looks, but he didn't car. He needed to keep his baby safe.

"Jackson- it's your father." Mark said, and then handed Jackson the phone. The driver began driving, and Jackson pressed the phone to his ear.

"What?- yeah, we have everyone. Even the son. .......No- father- that's barbaric. You said torture, you didn't mention anything about anyone dying. No- that's-" Jackson took a deep breath, and rolled his eyes as his father continued talking from the other side.

"Alright fine whatever." Jackson mumbled, and then cut the call. Jackson looked up at Mark and sighed.

"I fucking hate him. Wish he'd just- ugh. Y'know, if it wasn't for him, we would've been so much further than we are right now. Leading stuff like he does isn't getting us anywhere. This is how people used to deal in the 80's, not now." Jackson grumbled, and Mark hummed, taking his phone.

"Don't worry, Jackson. When you become leader-"

"When, Mark? He's not that old. He's young enough to do missions and shit. He'd not going to give up on his position as leader until he's dead- which won't be for a long time." Jackson mumbled. His father was only in his 40's- rather young compared to Jungkook's father.

Taehyung, in the meantime, continued trailing his fingers through Jungkook's fluffy black hair. His eyes were closed, eyelashes casting a shadow on his face. He looked peaceful. Though he wasn't.

Taehyung held him close- because this might be the last time he would be able to. Jungkook would never want to see his face again. Taehyung doesn't blame him. Jungkook doesn't deserve someone as villainous and unjust as Taehyung.

"Tae- you need to get over this-"

"Shut up, Jackson." Taehyung snapped, looking at him with darkened eyes. "You don't know how this fucking feels, alright? You two never gave a shit about anyone. For once- I-I finally found something good in my life- and now you're going to take it away." Taehyung said, voice weak.