"Pl-please don't h-hurt me, it hurts!" Taehyung screamed, even though his body hurt and his heart cried.
But the man in front of him laughed harder in mockery, as he bent down to his level, causing his petite self to squeeze in terror.
The man rais...
"Why hurt someone whose only intention was to love you?"
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22/12/20 Rewritten :: 18/08/24
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Ignore the mistakes please. _________________________________***** Third person POV
"Sir Jungkook?" The man called for the third time, watching with confusion written all over his face. The mafia staring at the screen in front of him with unfocused eyes, the papers scattered all over the wide glass table.
Jackson waited patiently for the mafia to respond but the raven didn't move an inch as he hesitated before stepping forward and softly tapped the mafia's shoulder from behind. The raven's trance breaking as he now focused on the man in front of him.
His eyes were losing their focus, narrowing, glaring into the soul of the person standing in front of him as he pushed the papers away, loud yell resting on his lips.
"If this is what I pay you for? The fuck you are doing?" The male in front of him shrieked back, stepping a tiny step back as he apologised to the mafia boss, bowing. His hands shook at the furry.
The mafia continued to glare at the man in front of him, the employee young. "Do them again and before deciding to waste my time, reach Kim Namjoon, get out!" The male uttered, his words loud and cold.
The employee bowed, numerous apologies on the tip of his tongue, picking up the scattered papers with his shaking hands, he left. The mafia let out a deep sigh, throwing his hands angrily, the paper weight rolling down on the floor as silence followed.
His frown deepened on his face, jaw clenching and unclenching with undefined anger as he looked back at Jackson, "Did you find the backslider from last week's event?" The mafia asked, the other nodding his head.
As Jungkook stood up from his place, straightening his coat, he slammed his palm on the table. With rage as he stepped away from the room, the guard followed.
As he stopped at the door frame, "And, ask somebody to check on Taehyung." He said, his orders not something to defy as Jackson nodded, uttering a small "Yes, sir." but he flinched as the mafia looked back at him from his shoulder, his eyes darkening to a shade that scared Jackson.
"And don't dare mess this up." The threat made Jackson gulped, the mafia walking forward, furious.
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"Where are you, Tae?"
Seokjin looked around himself, the empty hallway in front of him allowing him to let his breath out as he caressed his little baby bump, worried and cautious as he stepped into Jungkook's wing.
