23

Taehyung

"I tracked down a lead and we got a hit," Seokjin states as he ran his fingers through his hair.

I was sitting behind my table, my arms across my chest. Hobi was sitting on the couch, his head back with his eyes closed.

"I sent the team to collect him, Taehyung. We found the fucker!" Seokjin continued.

Namjoon mumbled, "He 'was' good. He was very good. The fucking bastard knows how to stay hidden, but he slipped this time."

Moving my head left and right, I tried to ease the tense muscles there. I rubbed my forehead and leaned forward, placing my elbows on the table.

"You are right. He was definitely good and he can't stay hidden forever," I said.

I had to agree with that, my men had been looking for the matherfvcker. Looking at his watch, I had the best trackers and he's gonna be here in a few minutes.

"We found him."

Even though I appeared calm, I was anything but calm.

The anger coursing inside was indescribable.

I was going to make him pay.

Severely.

Bloodily.

He was lucky that I hadn't found him yet.

He got an extra few days to live.

Hoseok opened his eyes and stared at me, his lips parted and he was about to say something but the door banged open and Yoongi came rushing in. He was panting, his eyes wide with shock and his face twisted angrily, everyone stared at him in surprise, including me.

Pushing my chair away, I stood up, his chest heaved with each breath he took. Sweat formed on his reddened face, veins bulging in his forehead and neck.

"The motherfucker is here!" he snarled through his gasps of breath, "We have him!"

"What did you say?" I asked, punctuating each word carefully.

"Jung-ho is here."

"Fuck, yeah!" Seokjin growled.

Rage built like deep water currents inside of me.

It came out faster than magma but just as destructive.

My body was vibrating with it.

He will be dead and it will be me who will kill him.

I will get my vengeance, I felt the rage as it consumed me. My skin was scorching and I grew hotter until it felt like I was suffocating. My vision blurred with my fury and all I saw was my mother's lifeless eyes.

Muscles tensing, neck stiffening and back stretching, I roared, "Damn it!"

Every muscle in my body was twitching, itching, and on fire.

My hands tightened in fists, so hard, so tight that my knuckles started to hurt and my hands slowly went numb.

"He's mine to kill! Prepare the room." I growled, taking my gloves from my drawer before taking a menacing step toward the door.

Seokjin straightened his back before turning toward Namjoon and Hoseok and nodding at the door. They left without a backward glance, Yoongi walking behind them. There was too much fury coursing inside of me as I walked towards my intended destination.

Shrugging off my suit jacket, I yanked my tie and pulled at my collar to loosen it.

I ran a shaky hand over my face.

Looking down at my hands, I slowly clenched them into fists, my knuckles cracking. With a frustrated sigh, I walked to the door and opened it wide. The hallway was empty and my hard steps echoed as I walked downstairs to the basement. My muscles relax at the familiar feeling and smell. When I reached the bottom, I paused and my lips slowly stretched into a smirk.

"Hello, Jung-ho," I said calmly, my voice loud, vibrating around the silent room.

Jung-ho's head snapped up and he sent me a fierce glare.

"You fucking bastard, how did you find me? Let me go." he roared in fury, as he struggled against the chains around his ankles and wrists.

I chuckled at his failed attempt and leaned against the wall. I nod at Seokjin as he'd chained Jungho against the back wall, his ankles bound as well as his wrists, bloodied from his struggles, his head was bleeding from where someone hit him with earlier.

His face was covered with sweat and grime. A few strands of his hair were sticking to his forehead and he was breathing hard from exhaustion. I knew he'd been struggling, he looked like a poor bastard, a helpless man.

I laughed at the thought. He was never fit, he was too weak and now it was time for his end and I had to get him out of the picture, permanently.

"Now, now. Calm down," I said.

His face turned bright red and he spat at my feet. "Jung-ho, you should know this day would come…" he started, knelt in front of him and grabbed his face, my fingers digging deeply into his cheek. I leaned in close and hissed through gritted teeth.

"What are you going to do? Shoot me?" He goaded.

"Let me remind you. You are the one chained to the wall."

He winced at the pressure I was putting on his cheek and his pain pushed me on. I dug my nails deeper and then moved my hands downward and wrapped them around his neck. His eyes widened when I pressed my hands harder around his neck, choking him.

He struggled, his face turning almost purple, and he gasped for breath. When I saw him starting to lose consciousness, I let him go.

"Now, where were we?" I asked, moving to the chair in the corner. I sat down and leaned back, crossing my left ankle and my right knee and waiting for him.

"Wh… what?" he asked through his coughing fit.

After the words were out, he looked up and levelled me with a glare, his eyes showing me exactly how much he hated me.

Shaking my head at his attitude, I shrugged.

"You fvcking shit," Jung-ho roared. "Kill me, now!"

I quickly punched him in the gut. Jung-ho groaned in pain, folding in on himself, I continued my assault. He tried to fight back. When I noticed him growing weaker, I stepped back, away from him.

"Aren't you going to ask who sold you out?" I taunted him.

"I... My.. Son, m-my second in command. He's going to find.."

His talking didn't faze me. Instead, it made me feel powerful.

His life was in my hands.

I controlled everything.

Power and dominance coursed through my body as I stared at him struggling against his chains.

I couldn't help but laugh again.

It sounded harsh against the walls of the cold cellar.

"I doubt that, Jung-ho. He is deeply buried in his whore right now. He'll die within the hour. My men will see to it." I said in response before standing up and slowly walking toward him.

He stopped fighting against the shackles and looked at me straight in the eyes.

I saw disgust and hatred there, and none of it mattered.

He couldn't do anything. He was helpless, he knew it.

In the depth of his eyes, I saw resignation and fear.

I saw him swallowing hard, his prominent adam's apple bobbing almost painfully in his throat.

Getting my gun from my back and fired two shots in his left knee, another two for the other.

Pulling my gun away, I brought it forward with force and smacked the back of it against Jung-ho's cheek. His head snapped to the side and his eyes closed tightly with pain.

"You're a monster!"

"You are not any better," I hissed, grabbing his chin, I made him look at me before continuing.

"Did you forget about Myung-hee, your wife? The same wife you murdered in cold blood because she was fucking another man?" Jung-ho's eyes widened in shock and I laughed at his reaction. "Or what about my mother? Ah, that one was the best. Attack their mansion, kill half of his men and then kill the unprotected Se Ah. She was pregnant with our princess. She. Was. Pregnant. With. My. Princess!"

My whole body was shaking.

I couldn't get rid of the rage.

I released his chin and pushed his head back with force.

It banged against the wall and this time he winced.

Time for him to meet his maker.

"Any last wishes?" I asked, the corner of my lips slightly lifting upward into a smirk. Jung-ho struggled and tried lurch forward but his chains stopped him.

"Fuck y—"

My eyes widened slightly and fury surged through me. With a deafening roar, my feet lurched forward, a red mist of anger clouded my vision as I made the first strike. Jung-ho groaned and then winced in pain. Seokjin pulled his head back and bellowed at the top of his lungs.

"Don't die too easily, Jung-ho." My lips turned up in a small smirk.

I nodded to Yoongi and he took his turn together with Seokjin after he had rolled his sleeves, Jungho tried to brace himself and I gave a nod.

They didn't wait for another signal.

Letting the rage take hold, they rushed forward.

Yoongi moved out of the way and landed a punch on his shoulder instead. Seokjin kicked him in the leg. Jung-ho stumbled back the shackles holding him up. They kept going like that, back and forth, teeth clashing together in anger as they revelled in their fury. When both were done, Hobi and Namjoon took their place.

Jung-ho's body eventually started to weaken and I could barely sense him alive. After Namjoon he fell to the ground with a loud thunk.

"Seokjin, keep him alive."

"Taehyung.." Seokjin started, but I quickly cut him off.

"Don't. Just don't say anything..." I sighed before running my aching hand through my sweaty hair.

Seokjin nodded and I walked out of the room. The fury inside of me, the beast, the monster inside me was finally calm. Beside Seokjin, Hobi, and Yoongi, these men had my back - They were my brothers, not by blood but by choice.

I went straight upstairs. But instead of going into my bedroom, I walked to the room beside it, the one between my room and Jungkook's. Pushing the door open, I turned on the lights, my gaze went to the large piano in the corner of the room. My heart stuttered in pain at the sight of it and my stomach twisted painfully.

I made my way to the piano.

As I neared it, my heart ached and my eyes started to burn.

I stopped in front of the piano and slowly brought my fingers up, pressing softly over the keys.

I couldn't stop the memories that came crashing around me.

Utter and complete silence.

***

Another day and I made my way back to the basement and I stared at Jung-ho, his pitch-black eyes open, glazed over and lifeless.

Empty, hollow, opened wide in his final death throes.

He was limp against a chair tightly bound.

Finally, I can take my time with you and soon enough, the Ganpeh will cease to exist.

Father would be proud.

His wrath opens by nonchalantly borrowing a set of pins and stabbing them harshly through his bond hands, aiming under the fingers. The man screams. Having his prey pinned right where he wants him.

Taehyung takes a stroll about the place and finds himself with additional pins stabbing Jung-ho's thighs. Still not satisfied, he recoils himself to a nearby desk and a small but sharp razor blade. He slices the man's eyes to blindness. After the man is pinned down like a rabid animal and viciously blinded.

When I noticed him growing weaker, I sat beside him.. "Don't die yet, I can still continu.."

"Better?" Seokjin entered the room, turning his face toward me. He stared at me through narrowed eyes and I shook my head.

"Not even close." My whole body was vibrating violently, I couldn't get rid of the rage.

"Pull him up. I need to vent this anger out."

I ran a hand over my face, looking down at my leather-covered hands, I slowly clenched them into fists, my knuckles cracking. With a sigh, Jung-ho was heaved upwards, his body off the floor, my hard steps echoed as I walked towards him.

Without a second thought, I landed a punch on the bag, my knuckles hitting it with a crack. I didn't know how long I kept at it. Punching. Kicking. Roaring in anger with each punch and kick. My knuckles were bleeding, I can feel the skin underneath the leather was torn apart. My fingers were hurting and a crippling pain went through my hands and arms, but I kept going.

The pain.

It felt good.

I needed it.

I heard the door open and stopped in mid-swing. Hissing through gritted teeth, I turned around to look at the intruder.

Yoongi walked forward, his steps slow.

I stared at him closely, following his movement with unflinching eyes.

He held my shoulders.

"He's already dead, Taehyung."

My skin was scorching and I grew hotter until it felt like I was suffocating.

My vision blurred with my fury and all I saw was my mother's lifeless eyes.

Muscles tensing, neck stiffening and back stretching, I roared, "Damn it!"

I leaned forward and I took his life.

His blood on my hands!

I have avenged my mother.

But now…

Every muscle in my body was twitching, itching, on fire.

My hands tightened in fists, so hard, so tight that my knuckles started to hurt and my hands slowly went numb.

I gripped my hair and pulled.