The Red String Of Fate | tk

Chapter 47: Vignette

"I did. He must be busy. I'll bring yours when I go to meet him." Jeongguk says.

Namjoon looks at him, smiles but a sad one.

Sunwo beams at him, smiles so wide that it makes Jeongguk smile too.

"Wheres you going now?" He then curiously asks.

"Important work." Jeongguk says because surely he can't just tell a little boy he and Namjoon are going to an underground meeting.

"Okays." Sunwo says and waves at them and then skips away from them.

"What?" Jeongguk says when he looks at Namjoon looking at him with a look.

"Nothing. Let's go." Namjoon says and Jeongguk narrows his eyes at him but says nothing.

"Are you sure you should go because Hyunjae is part of the organizing process and after what has happened---".

"If I won't go, he'll think I'm scared of him. Which is not the case." Jeongguk says.

"Okay. Our team is set, the security is there." Namjoon says and Jeongguk nods.

The ride to the designated location was filled with a heavy silence, a weird feeling in his stomach and his heart was beating faster than normal and he was feeling jittery.

He was never like this going to any meeting before. He's not nervous or scared yet this weird feeling is what he can't shake off.

The club is as usual filled with dancing bodies and filth, all kind of it. They make their way to the vip section and are met with other members of the organization.

Jeongguk just nods at whatever greeting or taunt is thrown at him. He's in no mood to answer nor engage in any conversation.

It's then he arrives, walking as if he owns the world when all he just owns is this club and Jeongguk is thinking how to burn this one too.

But then he's proven wrong, about the only thing he owns isn't just this club right now---

Jeongguk should've known that the weird feeling was for a reason but he wasn't ready for this, he wasn't ready for this wound on his heart and soul, so deep and drawing out blood with immense pain.

The world stops spinning, the air gets squeezed out if his lungs and every fiber in his body itched as if needles are being stung.

Hyunjae doesn't just own the club but he owns, as it shows, the person next to him too, the person chained to a leash around his neck, the other end in Hyunjae's hand as he tugs him forward as if he's tugging an animal on a leash.

Him. Taehyung. Jeongguk's Taehyung.

Leashed and chained in hands of a monster. Upper body naked and adorned with some body chains, his pants being see through with a shimmery addition, barefoot and Jeongguk could fucking see the faint bruises that someone else might not see.

Hyunjae sits and Taehyung sits on the floor when he tugs on a leash.

Jeongguk is sure he isn't breathing, his heart isn't beating and this better be a fucking dream because he doesn't want to cry infront of all these bastards.

Cry because the boy he loves is caged in hands of a monster. His face looks slightly pale and even though he hasn't looked in his eyes, he knows they have lost their shine.

Jeongguk feels someone's stabbing his heart, twisting the knife to inflict as much pain as they can.

Jeongguk's in pain, heart aches with immense agony, his mind goes blank seeing the love of his life in pain.