The world went silent. Perhaps everyone was still talking, maybe the sounds of the plates and glasses were still clicking as the guests shuffled around in surprise. But you heard nothing, the space between your ears felt cavernous, as if you were drowning yourself into the depth while people were still talking above.
Your parents deserved it . That was all you thought about.
You were intensely aware that none of them came here to share your pretended happiness, everyone, you knew everyone including your ex fiance came to the ball only to put their hands on some sort of partnership with the green mafia considering that you were a member of them now.
but just like them, you entered the scene and you ought to leave it empty handed.
"y/n! say something !" you mom stood up as well, but you didn't think her shivery legs would hold her any longer. "say what mother"
"That's your problem not mine.I'm not a choi anymore, I'm Jeon Y/n and my role doesn't include saving you from a situation you put yourself in in the first place " you continued barely hearing the words slipping offhandedly from your tongue.
Your father looked up, his brushy eyebrows dripping over his eyes as his forehead wrinkled "you're a shame on the family" "and you're a shame on the empire you no longer own"
The rest of the room turned to you with queer surprise and Han who was ranking his finger through his hair froze in the spot "such an ungrateful slut you are"
Jungkook clicked his tongue against his cheek as he fought the urge to climb on the table and finish the life of that stupid man if it meant reaching him faster,but Jungsu was eager to save the situation by saying.
"woah woah calm down tiger, I'm sure you don't mean throwing your tongue around in such a disrespectful manner unless you want to gamble on your life"
Han brushed his hand above his mouth, imagining the feeling of his tongue being cut out, as Jungsu shot him a brilliant smile and continued to sip into his drink.
"So now, I'd like you all to charge your glasses and join me in toasting the new owner of the choi territory . Ladies and Gentlemen I give you Mrs Jeon y/n and the bride of the green family" The greens toast their glasses together as your parents stood at the corner, left to feel smaller than they had actually become.
"Now that all the points are made, I suggest you to leave my property just the way you got in,but of course without your bodyguards and cars, I can lend you some cash to pay for a cab though" Jungkook smirked, his tone approaching truculence.
After that dramatic dinner, the men moved on to the longue to smoke and drink and discuss whatever else needed to be cleared. You returned to your room but with everything going on inside your head, you couldn't fight for your sleep.
All your life, you had spent your time folded into that unstable house of cards. You lived trying to stand for your own beliefs threaded by your family's control, but all you experienced was abondance by their unforgiving association.Your world was a one interwoven web of reparation for the stronger ones, standing limp to limp, stone to beneficials, empires and families all together.
But you were so much simpler than that, a being compromised to something more than money and power, a character bound to a sentence between nothing but prosthesis, a small fragment in a big family formed through words of selfishness and lies.
Maybe that's why, when your claimants didn't match your family's hunger for power, they threw you to the other side of the table and forced you to be on the name of someone of their minions. That sad excuse of a man.
But now when you watched their papers fuming to aches, why didn't you feel satisfied?
Why did the strong character you always tried to protect crashed once Jungkook infected the truth over your erected love?
Eventually, you put your dignity over your broken confidence then slipped out of your room and crept downstairs.
In a psyched up coincidence of madness, you took the hall that led to the forbidden door that reached to the wall of the lounge room. You scoffed at yourself as you moved, sticking your face forward so you could peer through the keyhole,which gave you a perfect view of the people crowded around the fireplace.
Jungkook leaned against the stone edge of the fireplace, legs calmly crossed as he held a glass of alcohol in his hand. His twin was dangled in an armchair beside him, legs spread powerfully, and a devilish smile screwing up the rest of his sharp features. Jimin and Taehyung, their most trusted men, were seated in the other armchairs placed in the corner of the room.
"this could have ended worse, worse as for slipping your dead bodies off the room and throwing you in the nearest dumpster." Jungsu said scoffing, his expression carefully bored as he continued to move his gaze to the third party you still couldn't seem to get a glimpse on.
Jungsu might not seem as deadly as his brother, but you knew he was only able to hide it better.
"You know death is always better for a mafia who had just lost his power"
Your breath choked out, your tortured eyes came to rest on Jungkook s expression again as you fearfully recognized that wolfish hoarseness.
Han. Kim bloody Han.
"I know this game of filth you're pulling, since when do greens put women in business? you want revenge for your little slut of wife now?"
Jungkook's jaw twitched, his hand caressed an inch over the piston resting in his holster. Everyone saw it. Jungsu watched like a falcon but he didn't interfere, he knew Jungkook was only temporizing until he finds a good reason to swallow the soul out of Han's dirty body.
"shhh calm your balls and watch what you're saying, that's Mrs Jeon you are talking about. She's my wife and I'm your boss, don't make me spare your life only to make you work as a shoe wiper for her" Han had the grace to look a little uncomfortable upon raising the possibility of that happening.
Nevertheless, Han wasn't sure about it, but this hardly seemed a time to fit control over his angered brain. He took his last words from the palm of the devil himself and swallowed them at the tip of his tongue, not caring anymore for the drastic consequences.
"I don't blame you, the way she screamed and begged me while I plucked her filthy parts was a one to kill for . I enjoyed every bit of her resistance when I had her weak under me and raped her" Han threw in, enjoying this entirely way too much.
Venom seeped through Jungkook's eyes and the moment didn't let him inhale a proper breath before he shoved the awful man in front of him, and took out his combat knife as he maniacally dropped his hand backwards and let out a piercing horrifying laugh.
"If i find out that what you said is true, if i find out you dared to breath around her without her permission, if i find out you touched as much as her hand, I'll make you beg for death because it will be your only escape of what I'm going to do".
you inhaled a heavy sign trying to articulate the emotions inside you. Here comes a testament to how love sick you have become that you didn't even remember what he said earlier. He cared about you, at least that what you thought when you took a high leap to self conclusions.
"you're an outsider to the blue hierarchy, nobody will tell you if i raped her, I would ruin her in front of you and no one would budge"
Then before you could even flinch, Jungkook had thrown Han into his knee, and pierced his leg into his face, as one of your ex fiance's hand twisted above his spine.Han continued to retreat, but Taehyung and Jimin were already behind him in advance.
He tasted blood, but no agony could compare to the ache he felt once Jungkook pulled a combat knife and cut the roots of his index finger.
Screams of protest rung into your ears. You bit a fist into your mouth as you sensed a scream that could've awakened the dead scratching the back of your throat.
"9 fingers, this doesn't set right, I should cut another one to get an even number" Jungkook giggled and you didn't see any evident of disgust visible on his face. He rather looked satisfied, fulfilled, even happy. He enjoyed this very bit, loved the screams of pain Han let out once his finger was damped in blood and misshapen from meat.
Han begged, and whimpered but his human instinct led him to reach for the weapon seated at the back of his pants, weakly aiming the gun on the space between Jungkook's eyes.
"you had a chance to beg for your life . and you still want to point your gun at me? in the witness of my men? in my own territory?" Jungkook's gaze sought his brother's eyes.Honor demanded they wanted to enjoy the show before they have Han in a body bag.
Jungkook backed, drawing some space between him and the injured man as if to say" stand for me and fight like a real man"
So he did, he stood on his feet after a lot of struggle and pulled the trigger ready to fight for the last time, because according to him taking Jungkook to the hell hole he will fall in was better than burning there alone.
Then between the silence that had consumed the room and the voices screaming at the back of your head, a loud clatter was heard, and someone was terrifyingly pronouncing their last breathe.