|| Louder than bombs ||
Here I stay, pray
Just for better days
Everyday a maze
Wonder if this is my place
You and I, we feel it together
Sadness and pain
It's not a coincidence
Yeah, we picked this game
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[ 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ]
Y/n's gone. My kids have been taken away from me. Jimin's gone. Now Taehyung is MIA.
"You still think she's not cheating?" I hear Hoseok whisper towards Yoongi, taking me out of my focus on the audio recording that's still being fix.
"Well it's not considered cheating," Yoongi says loudly, with no care at all that I'm hearing it. "They're in a middle of a divorce. So technically they're not together—"
"Y/n..."
I finally hear a voice from the audio microchip I had place on y/n. But suddenly my heart stops, recognizing that voice immediately.
"I...I love you."
"I...love you too, Taehyung," y/n sniffles. "I've always loved you from the very beginning. I.." her voice breaks, "I guess I was just confused...but it's you that I love."
My heart drops, feeling sick to my stomach. Am I hearing this right?
Before I could fully process anything, I hear lips smacking and rustling and almost immediately my body tenses. The sounds stop and I can hear them heavily breathing. Did my brother and my wife just betrayed me?
Anger curls hot and unstoppable in my stomach. I could almost feel my blood boiling in my veins.
"Find them," I jolt up in burning rage. "I want Taehyung dead. And for Jimin, find him and have him punished. I shouldn't have never trusted those two. In the end, they betrayed me."
"THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL JUST SITTING AROUND!" I shout with rage. "I WANT TAEHYUNG DEAD, IMMEDIATELY!"
"Woah uh—"
I pull out my gun and shoot pass Hosoek before he could continue. "I don't need anyone questioning me. I want him dead. This is an order!"
***
[ 𝗬/𝗡'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ]
A single drop of tear of grief falls from the corner of my eye. I wipe the tear and gulp down the glass of white wine in my hand to numb the throbbing pain in my heart.
Taehyung had just left. But that kiss and what we had talked about is all I'm thinking about. I feel a sense of relief but still, my heart is filled with misery.
I should head to sleep. Sleep is the only time my mind doesn't race. Where my heart isn't aching. If only I can sleep forever. I wish that was the case but I have my kids. Even though I didn't give birth to them, our bond is just as strong. I would do anything for them.
"Y/n...are you okay?"
"Oh Ken oppa," I say out of breath. "You startled me. What are you doing over? The kids are already asleep."
He looks at me for a moment. There seems to be something bothering him.
"Is there something important?" I asks but he's still staring at me as if I've done something to disappoint him.
"Nothing..." he says with a low voice and he suddenly takes the whole bottle of white wine on the kitchen counter. "Just checking up on you."
"Uh...everything is okay," I respond timidly. "I'm just heading to bed now."
"Y/n," he takes a big gulp of the bottle in his hand. "As the underboss I always have to make sure you're safe."
"Yes, I know."
"And you as the Don have to make sure you're not jeopardizing the mafia," he says, almost sounding like a warning.
I look at him for a moment, trying to figure him out. "Ken, I know what I'm doing. And as my underboss you stay in your lane. I do what I have to do and you do what I say you gotta do. And also as my older brother—"
"I'm not your brother," he says defensively. "We are not blood related."
My brows furrows, looking at him with contempt. He is usually so nice and calm. But today he seems a little off.
His face softens and his usual calm demeanour comes back. But I could tell something is stressing him.
"Y/n, the divorce trial is approaching," he suddenly says. "I've been working hard for us to win the case against Jungkook. Just make sure Jungkook doesn't have anything on you that he would use against us in court. You can't be seen with any guy. It would be very difficult for a cheating spouse to get a divorce decree under the Korean divorce law."
***
[ 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ]
Driving back home with a sense of guilt in my heart. How can I face Jungkook after what had happened between y/n and I?
But that kiss with her...was something I've been longing for. It was everything I had imagined it to be.
In that moment, I couldn't bury my feelings any longer. It has become stronger and I was unable to contain it. The taste of her sweet lips on mine was heavenly. I wanted more of it. I still can't shake off that feeling.
It was wrong for me to kiss her and I know I shouldn't be feeling like this but I couldn't stop myself. When I heard her say that she loved me back, I've lost all my self control. I couldn't help but kiss her.
Suddenly my mind floods with fond memories of us three brothers.
My heart sears in overwhelming pain. Those memories were only months ago. But now...it's completely different.
Jimin and Jungkook don't even speak anymore. Now it's going to be the same for me. I have to tell Jungkook. I was at fault and I'm willing to take any punishment for what I've done to betray him, not as my boss but as his older brother.
I didn't realize I was so lost in my thoughts when a black Bugatti pulls up right beside me with the same speed. Then speeds up and drives in-front of me.
What the fuck? Is he trying to race or something?
My attention is on his car when I take notice of another car speeding beside me. It's Yoongi's car. I look at my rear view mirror and see the rest of the boys car trailing me.
What the fuck is happening?
Next thing I knew, Yoongi pulls down his window and points a gun at my direction. I immediately press onto my accelerator but I couldn't even drive faster with Jungkook's car in-front of me. They had me cornered.
I hear a gunshot go off, follow by tires popping. Yoongi had aimed for my tires as my car drifts harshly to the side of the street.
I try my best to take control of the wheel as my heart races in a panic. I manage to stop the car, making a harsh screeching sound and the back of my head slams onto my seat. My heart continues to race as I try to catch my breath from that scary situation.
Are they trying to kill me?
I glance ahead of me to see Jungkook's car pulled over. To my side is Yoongi's car pulled over and at the back is the rest of the boys' cars.
Anger mixed with adrenaline is rushing through my veins. I storm out my car to confront them.
But that anger slowly fades when I realize that Jungkook might have found out. Knowing him, he always finds out. Somehow, someway.
My shoulders drop in resignation. I will accept any punish that he will give me.
The boys walks out of their cars surrounding me. No guns in sight but I know they have it with them. I can see disappointment in their eyes but they don't say anything as they stare me down.
I open my mouth about to apologize, since I know I've caused them trouble, but I hear the sound of car door slamming shut.
Jungkook has finally walked out of his car and walks towards me with eyes deep and dark. But it's something I've been use to.
He stops right in-front of me but he doesn't say a word. Instead he pulls out a cigarette and lights it up.
"Taehyung," he says with a low voice. "How was your night?"
I stay quiet, watching his every move. From the way he's acting I know he's incredible pissed off. His body is calm but his eyes are filled with nothing but darkness, laced with bloodlust.
"When I ask you a damn question, you fucking answer!" He snaps out of no where.
"Look Jungkook, I—"
He swings his fist and plants it across my face with a crushing force. "You fucking bastard!"
I recoil quickly and look back towards him, trying to catch my breath. I let him hit me—I deserved it.
"How did my wife taste huh?" He growls and slams his fist on the other side of my face then onto my abdomen, making me grimace in pain. "A home-wrecker, just like your biological mother!"
I see Hoseok steps in but Namjoon pulls him back. He knows he can't disobey Jungkook. He is the Don afterall. But I'm letting Jungkook beat me. I want him to express all his emotions and anger, all on me. I'll take this as my punishment for betraying him.
"Taehyung, do you know what you started with me!" He rages. "It's already a crucial time, and you're out here kissing my wife!
"And that's the biggest disrespect." He drives his fist once more onto my stomach.
He scowls down at me with wild angry eyes. "I was worried about Mackenyu. But all this time, I should have been more focus on you and Jimin. Of course it's always the closest to you that will fucking backstab you like this."
"You and Jimin are done!" He scornfully shouts. "The only reason you two are alive is because you are my brothers. But I could care less now. You two have to put some respect on my name. I'm the Don. And you two were nothing but my underboss. That means you obey everything I do and never betray me. But you two don't fucking deserve that title."
I stay unmoving in my spot, keeping quiet. I didn't want to make the situation worst than it already is, especially when it is my fault.
"Jimin and you are gone from BTS," he says with bitterness. "Yoongi is now my underboss. I don't need you two bastards, who are only after my wife."
His fist slams again left and right onto my face then my stomach. He continues and I take every forceful hit until my body becomes weak and I fall down to my knees. Blood runs down my mouth and splatters onto the ground.
I remain on the ground with my head hanging low. My entire body is aching in pain. I take a deep breath but it only hurts my rib cage.
"Just don't hurt y/n," I manage to say, still trying to catch my breath. "Put all the blame on me. Give me the punishment. I'll take it."
"Ah Taehyungie, you make me sound like I'm the villain of this love story between y/n and I," he says cynically with a mocking tone. But I can tell he's deeply hurt. "Meanwhile you're her knight in shinning armor that never hurt her."
"Too bad, you won't be able to save her now due to your stupidity," his voice becomes dark with contemp. "It's your end Taehyung and so is for Jimin. This is why the mafia is down. I gave too much chances. Both of you will die." He loads his gun. "And for y/n..." he chuckles cynically again, "Oh y/n is going to get it from me. I'm done being nice. I was better off heartless."
***
[ 𝗬/𝗡'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 ]
I finally walk out of the kitchen. Mackenyu left an hour ago. What he said only increased my stress levels. But it's already late. I should check on the kids and head to bed.
I walk pass by the living room to head upstairs but my heart stops and body completely frozen to see Jungkook.
His dark glare, sends chills down my body. I gulp in fear to see him standing a close distance from me. He finally steps forward with an eerie aura surrounding him. But to my surprise he takes a seat onto the sofa.
"How was your night y/n?" He calmly says, but his eyes are completely the opposite—soul-less.
"Because mine was great," he sits back. "I almost forgot the thrill of killing a human. It's been a while and I've never felt better."
All my mind can think about is my kids. The look in his eyes tells me I need to run and take them far away from him.
"How did you even get here?" I asks, trying to keep my voice calm and steady.
"Your security system sucks," he slyly says. "And the question you should be asking me is, why am I here?"
My body tenses. He knows?
He suddenly gets up, placing one hand in his pocket. "Didn't you want to play y/n?"
He takes a step closer but I take a step backwards. I couldn't help but gulp in fear and a growing sense of doom.
"So answer this question for me," he wickedly smiles. "Why is Jungkook, your beloved husband doing here so sudden?"
My body finally moves and I take the opportunity to run but he grabs my arms and slams me onto the glass wall.
"Why are you making me look like a fool!" His voice is loud and harsh. "You know how foolish you're making me look? For you to run off to another mafia? To have my own wife defeat me? To now kissing my damn brother!"
He scowls down at me, breathing harshly. "You made me your enemy now and that's the worst thing you can do. You know I'm capable of killing you. But you still chose to go against me."
I scornfully look up at me, trying hard not to show any fear.
"You want to play this game with me?" he whispers. "Then I'll show you how this game is truly played."
"I'll treat you, Don to Don," his eyes flickers with a dark excitement. "Not as a husband to wife anymore. It seems we are never going back to that and I accept it."
I push him off of him with all my strength, but it didn't even do much. I swing at him but he dodges.
I try again and again but dodges it every time, and blocking my every move and somehow we end up in the kitchen.
"Woah babe, I guess you still need some practice," he mockingly says.
I clench my fist and drive it with full force onto his shoulder.
"I guess I spoke too soon," he places his hands up. "Y/n, I'm not here to fight you. Because you know I'll just w—"
I didn't let him finish as I take the opportunity to slam my fist across his face. His face stays to the side for a moment before turning back to face me.
He doesn't say a word but I know he got my message.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This is not what I want. I have kids in the house and I can't have this type of things happening. Especially if it's their parents.
"Jungkook leave," I tell him, out of breath. "I do not want this to go any further."
I walk away but he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me back to him.
"Let me go!" I try hard to pull my arm away from him but his grip is strong.
"Where do you think you're going?" He says with anger.
"I've had enough!" I shout, still trying to get out of his strong hold.
"You had the luxury of being my wife," his eyes glaring down at me. "But you much rather be my enemy. How fucking stupid are you?"
"Now I'm going to treat you like my enemy," he continues on. "I've been holding back all this time because I wanted you back. But I can see that you don't give a fuck about us. You only want to get with Taehyung is that right?"
His angry eyes holds mine for a moment until his voice slightly lowers. "Is this your plan all along? To get with Taehyung, my brother? Is that what you wanted huh?"
"Tell me y/n!" His voice raises again, with his grip tightening. "Do you really love him?"
I keep quiet, but internally my heart is racing.
"You won y/n, is that what you want to hear?" His voices fills up with anger and pain. "Jimin and I are finished. Now even with Taehyung."
"What else do you want y/n? My kids? You took them away from me. What else? My father? He is angry at me for what this mafia has become."
"So now what y/n?" His voice breaks. "Tell me! What else?"
"You want me dead?" He finally lets go of my wrists and pulls out a pocketknife.
"Here kill me." He places the knife on my hand and closes it for me to hold.
My entire body is shaking in fear. I glance from the knife to him. Once I meet his eyes, my heart churns in pain. I can see the misery in his eyes.
"End this once and for all," he tells me. "Do it."
I try my hardest to keep my body from shaking but my heart continues to pound out of my chest.
"Ever since you had joined the Akautski, the questions I've been constantly asked was if I could kill you," his voice lowers and the only thing I hear is pain. "Because if I don't...then it's us BTS who are going down...You see I've been holding off with that question. I had to see for myself if this thing your doing is going to go any further. Then I'll take action."
"But all that's been happening is tarnishing on my name and on BTS," the anger in his voice returns but it looks like he's about to cry.
"But still..." his head suddenly drops down as if he's trying to hide his tears. "I...I just can't kill you."
"So y/n, I'll give you the pleasure of killing me," he glances back at me again. His eyes a dark and red. "Atleast if I die, I don't have to kill you. But I don't know if that even matters to you. The only good you'll get from killing me is that you'll remain on top of the mafia forever. The price on killing me is the highest price. If I want someone to kill me, I rather it be you."
My heart shatters to see the suffering in his eyes and voice. Although he's not physically showing it, I can feel it.
"Y/n, I've sacrificed a lot to keep you," he looks deeply into my eyes, as if he's trying to reach into my soul. "To keep you safe. To keep you all safe. I tried so hard to keep this relationship together. But you're making it harder. It's affecting my relationship with my father and my brothers and...us."
"But you know what...I'm willing to die for you if that will keep you and our kids safe," he laments, "I'm willing to do anything for our family. But you've won now. You have me defeated."
Deep emotions stir inside me and my eyes fills to the brim with tears. My eyes meet his but he quickly turns around as if he couldn't see me cry or if he's trying to hide his tears.
He stays like that for a moment while my feet stays glue to the floor, trying hard to keep my tears from falling.
"Is this really what you wanted? A divorce?" His voice is thick with emotions as he finally turns to face me. "My mafia down? My family ruined? I'm completely a wreck now. But what's crazy is that I still fucking love you like the fucking fool I am."
"Jungkook, just let me go," I bite my lips from crying.
"Is that really all you have to say?" His voice is thick with tears.
I miserably nod my head and I can see his eyes darkening with sadness. Before I knew it, he grabs my face and burns his lips onto mine. My heart skips a beat and everything around me fades.
"Please, just let me—" I mumble with misery against his lips. But he deepens the kiss, easing the pain in my heart.
I get startle by a loud slamming door coming from upstairs, taking me back into my senses. But Jungkook still continues brushing his lips on mine, making me realize he's distracting me.
My kids!
I push him harshly and swing but he catches my wrist. "Jungkook!" I rage. "I swear to God, I will become your worst enemy if you take my kids away from me!"
I push him away from me again, with a sudden new strength in me. But he wraps his arms behind me, holding tightly on my wrists.
He suddenly pulls out a handcuff. "Forgive me baby." The sadness in his voice earlier had disappeared. It's nothing but cold and unmerciful. "But handcuffing you is the only safest way I can take you, without you trying to swing at me every second. It was either this or have you knocked out. I prefer not hurting you."
Before he can cuff me, I manage to elbow him, grab the gun tucked on the back of his pants then turn myself around to face him and aim the gun at this face.
But his face doesn't flinch. He looks calm as ever. "Baby, I know you won't shoot."
"How would you know?"
"Well one," he smiles coldly, "It's because you wouldn't want sounds of gunshots when our kids are around."
"Two..." his cold smile turns to cynically, "You still love me."
"Three," he continues. "There's no bullets in that gun."
Son of a bitch.
My body jolts in anger and aggressively drop the useless gun.
"Fine, I give up," I sigh, and raise my hand in defeat.
I walk towards him with my eyes filling up in tears. "Yes, you're right Jungkook..." I look at him deep in the eyes, which are already glued on mine. "I still love you."
In nanoseconds I grab the handcuff from his hand and cuff him onto the fridge handle. I blink away the fake tears and glare at him with great bitterness. "Don't you dare use them against me! Jungkook, I swear, you're going to see another side of y/n you won't like if my kids are not upstairs!"
"Fuck!" He swears, aggressively trying to break the handcuff.
I quickly run out the kitchen and up the stairs, with all kinds of thoughts swirling in my mind. I continue to sprint towards my kids as my heart beats faster and faster.
I try to tell myself that they're fine and sleeping peacefully.
The moment I near their room and see their door wide open, my heart begins to sick in my stomach.
I storm inside to see no signs of my kids. My body becomes paralyzed to the spot, feeling myself suffocating to see empty beds.
This can't be happening.
My heart tightens in pain and panic grows inside me. I run back down the stairs to confront Jungkook, only to see no trace of him.
He's gone. Along with my kids.
Suddenly the home phone rings and I quickly answer it. "Don y/n," the guard is out of breath with hesitance in his voice. "It's BTS. They...kidnapped the kids."
Anger burns inside me and my body begins to shake. My pulse speeds up and my breathing becomes shallow.
This has now become war.