64

Taehyung

There was a very satisfying sound.

Another broken bone.

This time Yoongi winced, his eyes shutting tight in pain. I grabbed his throat and squeezed, watching him fight for his breath. His face turned a shade of red

and then purple, his wide eyes stared at me in panic. The whites of his eyes turned red as he suffocated under my grasp.

His pupils enlarged and I smiled, watching him struggle for his life, for another gasp of air. The corner of his mouth was swelling, there was a laceration over his cheekbone. His nose was already swelling, turning an ugly shade of green.

I pressed my fingers just a little harder, feeling his windpipe, choked against the pressure building in his throat as it travelled up into his face. I fought against the urge to laugh at his suffering.

Jungkook was suffering because of him, he was innocent, yet paying for something he didn't deserve. All because of this man in front of me. Whatever was going to be handed to him would never be enough.

I would never be satisfied.

When I saw Yoongi's eyes rolling back into his head, I pressed one more time before releasing him. His head fell forward, he coughed dangerously, desperately gasping for his next breath. His whole body shook with the effort to take in as much air as he could.

I noticed him getting in control of his laboured breathing, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. I held his neck against the back of the chair and glared.

"Why?" I simply asked.

One word.

One question.

Yoongi was one of my men, he understood how I worked. He understood what I wanted without even asking. I thought the betrayal would hurt. It did hurt, I was mostly consumed by anger. The fury clouded my vision and every other emotion.

I had to find Jungkook and Yoongi was my only hope.

The thought of him being in danger and hurt because of someone I trusted sent a wave of pain through my body.

Was it my fault?

It was a constant thought in my mind, something that slowly killed me every day since he was taken from me.

"Why the fvck did you do it?" I snarled into his face.

Yoongi didn't flinch, his eyes darted to the side, betrayed his fear and pain. I knew my gaze promised violence and revenge.

My voice shook with it. He didn't answer, I punched him again, quickly losing my patience.

"Answer me!"

There was a gash next to his eye, he winced when my punch landed on it. It looked like Hoseok had already done a number on him. I looked down at my hand and saw his blood. I wasn't wearing my gloves, I didn't want to. I wanted to see his blood on my hands, knowing that he was suffering and in pain.

At the thought of Jungkook, I landed another furious punch on his face. I felt my jaw tighten and heard my teeth grinding together. If I could, I would string him up by his fvcking intestines for what he had done.

Yoongi coughed and choked, spitting out the blood that accumulated in his mouth. He glanced up at me through swollen eyes.

"You killed my father."

Oh, I knew this was coming.

There was only one reason why he would betray me.

His father betrayed my life, my father, and when I took over as Boss, I killed him. Without any remorse or even an ounce of guilt. I left him on the cold ground, bleeding to death. When I came back at night, his body was already gone and buried.

Yoongi had been kicked out of the house, he was seventeen. When I found him a few days later, he was starving, homeless and alone. I brought

him back into my house. We were friends, brothers not my blood, but still brothers. I never thought it would come to this.

All this time, I was getting betrayed.

For ten years, he betrayed me.

Shaking my head, I pulled away, with my hands behind my back, I glared down at Yoongi. He finally flinched under the weight of my murderous stare. I felt the corner of my lips twitch with satisfaction.

"You were the traitor all this time?" Seokjin growled behind me.

Yoongi glanced at him and then chuckled. He broke off and whimpered in pain before replying.

"Yeah. All this time… it… was me… but… you were too… blind… to see it."

Seokjin's face thundered, he reached forward, punching Yoongi in the stomach. He doubled over in agony and wheezed through his broken nose.

"Fvck!" he muttered under his breath.

Rubbing my face in frustration, I took a deep breath.

I couldn't kill him.

Not now.

Not until I found Jungkook.

And I knew he wasn't going to tell me easily.

My fingers itched with the need to kill him but for now, I was going to hurt him until he would feel the weight of the pain he caused my Angel.

"Why Jungkook? Your enmity was toward us… not him," Seokjin asked, coming to stand beside me.

Yoongi shook his head, "You are… right. My enmity was with you," he broke off and gasped.

Sucking in a deep breath, he continued in a low painful tone, "I didn't even know who he was until the day we went out to the fields of flowers. Byungchan might have trusted me but he was smart. I was never allowed into his house. Only his clubs. But that day, he called me to his house. I saw Jungkook's picture there. I put two and two together, and there you go. He was a Jeon."

"That doesn't explain why you handed him over," Seokjin snapped.

When I saw him moving forward in anger, I grabbed his arm, stopping him. Yoongi continued speaking. "Byungchan wanted him back and I wanted to make you pay. It was easy - Two birds with one stone. The best way to bring you down was by hitting you with your weakness. And Jungkook was your only weakness."

I stayed silent, forcing my anger into control.

If I moved, I would kill him.

"For years I waited, planned. I looked for your weakness, you were a strong motherfvcker. Your motto was to kill or be killed. And then Jungkook came into your life, it was almost too easy,"

Yoongi said through his harsh breathing, I saw his lip twitch in a small smile as he chuckled dryly, "You only made two mistakes. The first one was to trust me." He took a deep breath before delivering the final blow, "The second was falling in love with Jungkook. You see, in the end… it was your… fault. You let him… become your weakness."

Seokjin reached forward and pummeled Yoongi with three furious punches. "You fvcking bastard!" he roared.

He reached back for another punch, but Hoseok was quicker, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I heard Seokjin's voice, my eyes snapped open.

"Did Byungchan know I wasn't betraying Boss?" he hissed into Yoongi's ears.

Yoongi laughed through his pain, "Fvck… yeah… he knew everything. It was our plan. We'd make you think he believed you, while I was behind your back, giving him the correct information. How did you think he always knew your moves when Seokjin was giving him false information?"

"So it was all for nothing?" Seokjin snarled, pulling away in frustration.

Yoongi nodded, "It… was… obvious. Seokjin was…too… loyal. Even when he was… close to… death… he never spilt… anything." He paused, taking in desperate air through his compressed lungs, "He… knew you… would never betray Taehyung." Glancing back at Seokjin, he smiled through his broken lips, "You are… like… a… fvcking loyal dog."

Seokjin's eyes glowed fiercely with fury, "You little shit," he spat.

"It doesn't matter anymore," I finally spoke, "Where's Jungkook?"

Nothing mattered.

Why Yoongi betrayed me or how… only Jungkook mattered.

I fvcking hated that I depended on Yoongi to find him, there was no other way. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Did you… really… think… it would be this… easy?"

This time, a smile crept his way across my lips.

In no way was it a gentle smile.

No, it promised only pain.

"No, I didn't think it would be easy."

I shrugged a heavy shoulder, leaning forward until our faces were mere inches apart.

"It's not going to be easy for you. Not at all."

I leaned back and nodded at Hoseok, he pushed a white cloth into Yoongi's mouth and stepped back, looking at his handy work.