His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||

chapter ten

When Jungkook turns around, he's taken aback to see his men storming into the room, fully armed and ready for combat. He has no memory of giving the order for them to follow. So how did they know where he was? Then it clicks—Jimin must have sent them, just in case things went south and he needed backup.

Although reinforcement was hardly necessary—Jungkook's combat skills and ability to eliminate his enemies were well established—there was now another factor to consider: his rival, Hoseok. A faint smirk played at Jungkook's lips as his gaze swept over Hoseok's figure, then shifted to Taehyung, who stood silently behind him.

"Now what?" Jungkook remarks, noting the way Hoseok's jaw tightens. Moments later, chaos erupts as Hoseok's men force their way into the room, prompting Yoongi to open fire without hesitation. Taehyung lets out a scream, clutching Hoseok as the latter seizes his wrist and pulls him toward a nearby corner for cover.

"Stay back here and don't look at what's about to happen, okay? Trust me." He cups Taehyung's face gently, locking eyes with him as tears threaten to fall. Taehyung gives a shaky nod, and he steps away from his trembling form to grab a gun from the desk. But just as his fingers brush the weapon, Jungkook slams him against the desk, and his thigh scrapes harshly against the sharp edge, drawing a hiss of pain from his lips.

"You're just another piece of filth I have to put up with, Jungkook snarled, his voice dripping with venom. I've told you before, I won't tolerate you ogling or laying your hands on Taehyung. Clearly, you never listen.

Hoseok merely chuckled at Jungkook's warning, a smug grin spreading across his face. But Jungkook's patience snapped. Whirling around, he clenched his fist and unleashed a brutal punch straight into Hoseok's jaw. The force sent Hoseok stumbling backward, but Jungkook pressed his advantage, following up with a flurry of rapid-fire jabs and hooks.

Hoseok's arrogant laughter quickly turned to pained grunts as Jungkook's fists found their mark, painting his face with streaks of blood.

The brawl raged on, a chaotic melee of flying fists and clashing blades. Taehyung cowered in the corner, his heart pounding in terror as he watched the violence unfold. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, his gaze fell upon a shocking sight.

Taehyung's cry pierced the din of combat, cutting through the chaos like a knife.

"Yoongi, watch out!"

Yoongi whirled around, shielding his eyes from the blinding flash of movement. Before he could react, a heavy wooden chair slammed into the back of his skull with bone-jarring force. Yoongi crumpled to the ground, clutching his throbbing head as a low groan escaped his lips.

Taehyung's heart leapt into his throat as he witnessed the brutal attack. Without hesitation, he scrambled out of his hiding spot and sprinted towards Yoongi, desperate to reach his fallen comrade. The world around him melted away, leaving only the urgent need to protect the person he cared for most.

That was until someone slipped up behind him and covered his mouth. Taehyung screamed, thrashing his legs wildly as the person grabbed his wrist. Jungkook's eyes met his, then flicked up to see Junghyun holding him firmly. With a quick gesture, Jungkook signaled for Junghyun to take Taehyung out of the room—just as Taehyung suddenly bit down hard on his hand.

"Hoseok!" Taehyung's anguished cry rang out, his voice cracking with desperation. Hoseok's head jerked up, pain etched across his features as he beheld the bullet wound in his leg, courtesy of Jungkook's ruthless aim.

With a primal roar, Hoseok launched himself at Jungkook, tackling the taller man to the floor with brute force. They rolled in a tangle of flailing limbs, punches flying as each sought to gain the upper hand. Jungkook managed to seize Hoseok's hand, wrenching it cruelly behind his back as he pinned him beneath his weight.