Subdued Stallion [21+] - Jungkook FF [COMPLETED]

Episode 28 - The Red Lotus...

Author's PoV

The three guards swiftly got off their black Mercedes and trotted towards Jungkook as he stood resting against the tall brick wall by the wheelie bins. A damp red paper flower on the ground caught the eyes of one of the guards and he quickly picked it up before following behind his fellow colleagues, including the senior guard Mr Hak.
The two middle aged men loading the bins to the waste truck continued their job, while being baffled by the well dressed young man stood there motionless, leanings against the wall.

Minutes ago he felt he almost found her, as if he only had to turn around to see her. Yet, now it felt like she was nowhere near him. He stood composed and ready to take on the suffering of her absence.
Mr Hak: "Young master, we found this."
The main guard extended him a black scarf.
Jk: "It's mine."
He said, slowly taking it from his hand.
Mr Hak: "We found it close to a public phone booth, near the station."
Closing his eyes, Jungkook pressed the scarf on his face and inhaled deep. His heavy chest reluctantly exhaled letting go of her scent.
Mr Hak: "I think it's better if you go home. We'll continue to search for Miss y/n..."
Jk: "Mrs Jeon..."
He corrected looking at him sharply.
Jk: "You're looking for Mrs Jeon y/n. My wife."
He redeclared moving closer to him. His impending calmness was alarmingly disturbing.
Mr Hak: "I'm sorry Sir, yes."
He swallowed keeping his head down.
The three men stood silently watching him walk towards the main street.

"I found another one."
One of the guards spoke after seeing Jungkook disappear, he opened his hand, showing the flower to Mr Hak.
"It's them isn't it?"
The other uttered still cautious but eager to know.

Mr Hak: "Yes, The Red Lotus."
He confirmed with a worried heavy sigh.

"We have to tell him."
The younger one holding the flower said in a rush.

Yet, Mr Hak's mature mind isn't prepared to play with the wounded stallion's temper, not now, not until everything was clear.

Mr Hak: "No. Not when he is in this state. Also we have to confirm it before we can tell him."
He took the damp paper flower from the guard and compared it to the one he had in his own hand, the flower he found next to y/n's scarf by the telephone booth. The damp one appeared a bit more darker compared to the other, but every fold and every line was identical, confirming it was made by the same person.

Mr Hak: "Hurry, we have to go."
He urged the others as he dashed towards their car.

Mr Jeon: "What do you mean he left? He was supposed to finalize the deal with Mr Lee first. That was the main reason I sent him there."
Frustrated Mr Jeon spoke on the phone to the manager in his Brussel's branch. The driver opened the car door for him and bowed. He got out and walked away with no regard to him while listening to the reply.
Mr Jeon: "Yes, and that's why I'm here, and I can sort those things out. Never mind, I'll speak to him when he gets here."
He abruptly replied and cut the call, stepping into the mansion while dialing Yoo's mobile again. The call connection failed and he tightened his lips, irritatedly.
His fast strides came to a stop and he frowned his eyebrows when his eyes fell on Jungkook sat in the middle on the hall.

It was almost evening and Mr Jeon never saw him before he left for his office and he was completely unaware of what his son had endured through the night.
Jungkook sat on the chair with his right foot resting on the knee of his left leg. Mentally wounded physically exhausted. The black scarf was still in his hand, his grip on it was firm. Mr Jeon sensed the intensity of the silence he just walked into. The senior maid slowly walked into the kitchen, giving them privacy.

Mr Jeon: "Jungkook! What's wrong? Are you alright?"
He advanced closer after seeing his quiescent son.
As he reached close, Jungkook immediately stood up and pulled him closer by his collar.
He didn't look at his face, maybe looking at his face would subdue the anger that burns deep within.
Jk: "Dad, if you had anything do with this, I'll tear you apart."
He warned with his clenched jaws and reddened eyes.
Mr Jeon stood dumbfounded, watching his son walk away. He dropped his head and sighed before looking at Mr Hak who stood with his head down at the main door.