Revenge

Chapter Twenty-Six

"We need to keep a lookout over the pack," Taehyung had stated as he kneeled down on one knee, eyes examining the body that was lying on the ground with blood pooling around their body, "You said this wasn't going to happen again."

Taehyung looked up at Seokjin, eyebrows pulled together as he narrowed his eyes onto the older, who held his hands up in defense, "I truly thought it wouldn't happen again. I don't know who's doing it or what's going on."

The alpha hummed with a small nod. Jungkook was kneeling beside Taehyung, their bodies so close their arms were only centimeters apart. The ravenette looked over at Taehyung, eyes round and waiting expectantly for the older to do or say something else.

Neither understood what was happening, nor who was doing this. Everyone was confused and now scared, unsure of when it will happen next and since they didn't have any leads, nor evidence, nothing could pinpoint who it was.

"This is the second body in the last two weeks," Taehyung said matter of factly, voice stern with irritation laced within it. Jungkook looked over but kept his mouth shut, uncertain of what to say or add on to that.

Jungkook looked back down at the body, but wasn't able to gaze at it for too long before his stomach began to churn and bile rising to his throat. The bitter taste spread over his tongue, making him stand and walk away as he covered his mouth with his hand.

Taehyung immediately saw this and his brows pulled down in concern and it had him standing from where he was and following the boy. Jungkook jogged away from the body, feeling the bile rise to his throat and stomach churning.

He ran upstairs and into the hall bathroom, opening the door and slamming it shut. He keeled over the toilet bowl as he emptied his stomach. Taehyung entered the bathroom behind him, hearing the boy from the other side.

The older had kneeled behind Jungkook, hand running up and down his back as he waited for him to finish. It wasn't long before Jungkook was wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist and flushing the toilet, and leaning back against Taehyung's chest with sweat glistening on his forehead.

"I don't know how you guys can do it," Jungkook mumbled under his breath as he painted lightly. His eyelids were heavy and his body was exhausted, head resting on Taehyung's shoulder as the elder held him close.

The blond-haired alpha only chuckled softly at him, a faint smile on his lips. "I grew up like this," He had told the boy, his voice husky against Jungkook's ear, "I saw shit like that my whole life while growing up. I'm used to it."

This had Jungkook frowning a little, making him realize their lives were polar opposites while growing up. Jungkook's parents wouldn't let them see any type of violence, no matter what, while Taehyung's parents made him watch it.

Jungkook had never seen his dad or his mom punish anyone within the pack, or anyone who had trespassed onto their territory. Come to think of it, he's never seen any of that before in his life, not even on tv, and this only made him realize how much his parents hid from him.

"You . . . You grew up in this?" Jungkook questioned the older alpha, earning a hun and a nod as a response. Hearing this made Jungkook's stomach churn more, not understanding how someone could make their kid grow up in this kind of environment. "Why?"

Taehyung remained quiet for a little while longer, the only sound was their faint breathing in the bathroom. The door remained shut while the pair stayed put, not daring to move.

"Well, I was next in line as alpha," Taehyung began as he remembered those days. They seemed so far away, but he felt like he could reach them at the same time. "They wanted to show me what it was like to be alpha. They wanted to prepare me for stuff like this."

"My parents never showed me or my brother any of this," The youngest murmured under his breath, thankful he didn't have a life that revolved around violence and was forced to see it every day. "They wouldn't dare."

"Not all parents are like mine," Taehyung had told the boy, internally frowning at the difference of how they were raised. Taehyung was raised around violence, having to endure it every single day of his life.

Jungkook was raised in a violence-free world, never having to see or endure it. That's what made them so different on how they saw things. But this also made Jungkook understand Taehyung just a little better.

Taehyung was raised around violence, taught it at a young age, and he didn't know what it was like to live in a world where there wasn't murder or pain. He didn't know any better. He didn't know those kinds of worlds even existed.

A violence-free one wasn't what he was used to, while Jungkook knew nothing about brutality. So, it explained a lot to Taehyung when Jungkook was so shaken up about the sudden attack on his pack, and the bodies they have been finding all around their territory.

It explained so much to the both of them.

"I've never saw violence in my whole life," The youngest began to say after moments of silence as Taehyung sat behind him with his arms wrapped around Jungkook's waist, "I've never been around it. I've never had to deal with it, and I never thought I'd have to in the future."

"I guess that's what's different about you and me," Taehyung mumbled as he rested his chin on Jungkook's shoulder as the boy turned his head and looked into the elder's eyes. "That's all I know. That's all I've grown up in. That's how my parents solved everything. It's either kill or be killed."

The ravenette frowned some more at this as his gaze shifted down onto the arms wrapped around his small frame, "That's not how it really is, and that's not how it should be. There's so much more than just brutality."