Bab 3: Prologue
Jungkook
I stared at my image in the mirror.
My chin was covered in blood and more blood was dripping from the cut on my lower lip, onto my shirt. My lip was already swelling but I was happy to find my eyes dry, no sign of a single tear.
Taehyung appeared behind me, towering over me, dark eyes scanning my messed up face. Without his trademark boxy-smirk and the arrogant amusement, he almost looked tolerable.
"You don't know when to shut up, do you?"
His lips turned into a smirk, it looked somehow wrong. Something was unsettling in his eyes. His gaze reminded me of the one I had seen when he dealt with the Yakuza captives in the basement.
"Neither do you," I say as I winced in pain shooting through my lip.
Before I had time to react, he gripped my hips, turned me around and hoisted me onto the washstand.
"True, that's why we are perfect for each other," he said in a strange voice.
The bastard stepped between my legs with an arrogant smile. "What are you doing?" I hissed, sliding back from the edge of the washstand to bring more distance between us, pushing against his chest.
He didn't budge, too strong for me, Taehyung's smile got bigger as he grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. "I want to take a look at your lip."
"I don't need your help. Maybe you should have stopped my father from busting my lip in the first place."
"Yes. I should have," he said darkly, his thumb lightly touching my wound as he parted my lips. "If Yoongi hadn't held me back, I would have plunged my knife into your dear father's fvcking back, consequences be damned. Hmm.. maybe I still will."
Releasing my lip and pulling a long curved knife from the holster below his jacket before twisting it in his hand with a calculating look on his face, then his deadly eyes flickered up to me.
"Do you want me to kill him?"
'God, yes!'
I shivered at the sound of Taehyung's voice, I knew it was wrong but after what that 'dear' old man had said today, I wanted to see him beg for mercy. I knew Taehyung was capable of bringing anyone to their knees, it horrifyingly excites me.
'That was exactly why I'd wanted out of this life, why I still wanted out. I had the potential for cruelty, this life was the reason for it.'
"That would mean war between the Cheong Ryong and Baekho clans," I simply looked directly at his eyes.
"Seeing that disgusting dragon head you call father bleed to death by my hands would be worth the risk. You are worth it."
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
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