54

Seokjin

My car came to a stop in front of Byungchan's beach house, I sat silently for a second, contemplating what to do and what was happening.

Whenever we had a meeting, he would call me to his clubs, but never to his estates.

But now, I was sitting right outside one of his houses.

He called me, asking me to meet him urgently.

And I came without a second thought.

Not because I wanted to.

It was because I had to.

Although one question burned through my thoughts.

What was he doing here alive?

Didn't Yoongi see to his demise?

Every time I saw him, I couldn't stand his ugly face, I had to repress the urge to cut his fucking body into pieces and feed it to the dogs.

My hatred toward Byungchan held no bounds. I was disgusted by the very air he breathed, I wished that every time I saw him, I had the power to kill him and watch the life slowly leave his eyes as I ripped his fucking black heart out.

But this time I would, I'd finish what Yoongi couldn't. I leaned against my seat with a sigh, taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my raging thoughts and the need for bloodlust.

I was here and I had to get my job done, that was a big fvcking coincidence that he would still be alive and requesting for a meetup, at the same time as Taehyung being out.

Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts and stepped out of the car. The door was already opened, so I walked inside without knocking. I didn't have to. His men would already know I had arrived.

I saw a maid walking, her back to me, "Where is Byungchan?" I asked, my voice grating.

She jumped almost five feet in the air before turning around, her hand over his chest, "Umm… he was in his office the last time I saw him," she squeaked, eyes filled with alarm.

"Where is his office?"

She pointed silently to the end of the hall. Without a second glance, I followed his direction. When I reached the end of the hall, I saw a man standing in front of the door, guarding it. I nodded toward the door before speaking.

"I need to see Byungchan. He requested me."

"Who are you?" he asked, his hand reaching for his gun.

"Jin."

Recognition flashed in his eyes. "He's not here. Boss went out about an hour ago. He had something to take care of."

"I will wait for him," I announced, sending him a chilling glare, daring him to refuse me. The man huffed and opened the door for me.

"He should be back soon," he said, nodding toward the room.

I went inside, and he followed me, closing the door behind him. Of course, he would follow me.

No way would he have left me alone in Byungchan's office. To him, I was an outsider.

What he didn't realize was that I was also the insider.

I didn't sit down, I paced the office.

Something felt wrong.

Byungchan would never request me to his house, especially if he wasn't here and most importantly, what was he doing here?

Did he have more spies than we thought?

I rubbed my hand over my head in frustration and tried to suppress the growl that threatened to escape. I was still pacing when something caught my eyes. It was just a small glimpse but it was enough for me to stop dead in my tracks.

No fucking way.

Fuck no.

I walked to Byungchan's desk and took the picture frame in my hand, I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me.

Maybe it was.

I blinked several times but the picture was still there - He was still there.

I was looking into brown eyes.

Jungkook.

My mouth fell open, I quickly snapped it shut, my jaw grinding with the force. I stared at the picture, my mind going blank for a second, "Who is he?" I asked out loud, although I already had my answer.

"Boss's plaything," the man simply replied.

My fingers tightened around the picture frame, "What's his name?"

"Jeon Jungkook. The bitch ran away months ago, but Boss just found him. That's where he went, he was hiding with the fucking Vante's all this time. Can you believe it?" he said in disgust.

My stomach dropped, and I froze, my muscles locking tight at his words.

This couldn't be happening.

Was he the traitor?

My chest tightened at that thought. No, I didn't believe it, there was no way Jungkook would betray us.

I stared at the picture... it's Jungkook, his face and posture were deathly stiff.

This Jungkook looked like the one I had met the first time when he was dirty, injured, and so fvcking scared.

The one who's broken.

Byungchan was the one who broke him.

He was Jungkook's tormentor.

The man's voice sounded like he was underwater as he continued to speak.

"Probably fucked every man there too, that's what he's good for. Though I'm not going to complain. His ass is one the best. He fit my cock like a glove."

My mind raged and I saw red, placing the picture down, I reached for my gun, he didn't have a chance to react or reach for his gun. I saw his eyes flare in surprise as I pointed my gun at him and then I pulled the trigger.

One shot.

One bullet, right in the middle of his throat.

That was all I needed to kill him, he sank to the ground soundlessly, his blood surrounded his seizing body. There was blood all over

the office and the wall behind him, where some of his flesh had been splattered.

No one fucking talked about the Boss's man like that, I would never show mercy on men like him.

Without sparing him another glance, I walked out of the office and got into my car.

My vision was blinded with Jungkook's picture.

The broken look on his face.

And then his words rang through my ears.

The bitch ran away months ago, but Boss just found him. That's where he went, he was hiding with the fucking Vante's all this time.

"Fuck!" I bellowed, punching my steering wheel.

I had to warn Taehyung, I tore out of the driveway and called his cellphone at the same time, he didn't pick up - Which never happened, he always picked up. My shoulders ached with tension, my throat felt suddenly dry. I kept my eyes on the road and drove mindlessly while trying to call the others.

Nobody fvckin answered their phones.

"Fvck! Fvck! Fvck!"

I swore loudly, throwing my phone on the seat beside me. The road was packed, I would never get there in time. Byungchan left an hour ago, he should have arrived by now.

'Or maybe he was waiting to attack?'

That would have been a perfect timing, there were not enough men to protect Jungkook or Boss.

Fuck no.

I couldn't let that happen.

Boss couldn't lose Jungkook.

Not now.

Not ever.

He wouldn't survive it.

Because I knew, if Jungkook lost himself, Boss would lose himself too - he would break.

And I couldn't let that happen.

I punched the steering wheel again, pain shot through my fingers. Quickly making a U-turn, I changed the route. For the next thirty minutes, I broke every traffic rule. When I reached the house, I stepped out quickly, the driveway was eerily quiet.

It felt like death hung in the air.

It was almost chilling.

I ran up the stairs and went into the house but froze in my steps at the sight in front of me.

The house was a mess, destroyed.

Hoseok and Namjoon were sitting on the couch, their heads in their hands, their posture defeated. Yoongi was leaning against the wall, his eyes close. Both of Boss's hands were braced against the wall. His face was turned away from me, I could see his tensed shoulders, whole body was rigid.

And I noticed something else, too.

Jungkook was nowhere to be found.

The realization almost brought me to my knees.

I was too late.