“Oh we will. ” Taehyung said with his fucking shark grin. Then he leaned over Kim and brought the knife down on his chest. He left a long cut across Kim’s chest, making the bastard scream like a fucking coward.
And he smashed his fist into Kim side twice then into his stomach. Some men preferred to dish out pain with their fists, others with a cold blade. I enjoyed either, depending on my mood and what my opponent feared more. He punched the man again.
“I hope you will spend your last hours considering that not a fucking soul on this planet will be sorry you’re gone. If you find time for sane thoughts between the agony.” He inflicted a long cut on the man’s arm. The sight of the red rivulets trailing enticingly over bare skin made my body hum with excitement. Fuck, I wanted to spill blood, dish out agony. I wanted to fucking destroy someone.
Jin leaned beside me. It wasn’t time for him to help yet, and his attention was on me, not the scene in the center of the cell.
“Stop the assessment,” I said in a low voice.
Jin narrowed his eyes slightly but complied and finally turned toward the torture. Taehyung beating and cutting Kim until his screams and begging filled the cell.
Time skip
After a few hours, Kim, covered in blood and sweat, indicated for Jin to get involved. Jin rolled up his sleeves and after another lingering glance at me, he moved toward the medical kit that would ensure Kim didn’t die too soon.
Taehyung had torturing Kim over the last hour, and I had a feeling he’d be the ones to deal with him in the remaining hours of his life. My own body hummed with the need to destroy, the need to give pain and feel pain, to fill the fucking void in my chest.
Time skip
My body screamed for sleep, but except for a few toilet breaks, I stayed in the cell while Taehyung dealt with his bastard of a father. It wouldn’t be much longer.
Taehyung’s shoulders heaved as he stared down at his father. The man was breathing shallowly.
Taehyung turned to me, blood splatters dotting his face. His naked chest was completely coated with it. Our eyes met. “Jungkook...will you...?” His voice was hoarse.
I pushed away from the wall and walked up to him, not sure what he was asking of me. Taehyung clutched the bloody knife in a death grip, the look in his eyes reminding me of the boy I’d found in Lee territory many years ago— a boy desperate for death because his father had taken everything from him.
Jin closed the door. Taehyung swallowed before he held out his forearm with the Jeon tattoo. “You gave me a home. A purpose. You treated me like a brother...” He glanced down at his father. “Like family. I know you wanted nothing more than to kill your father and had that taken from you. I know it’s not the same, but... will you help me kill my father?”
I linked arms with Taehyung, clutching his forearm tightly. “We aren’t blood but we are brothers, Taehyung. I’ll walk through fire for you.” I stared down at the fucker who’d wanted his own son dead then back up to Taehyung. “And there’s nothing I’d rather do than kill him with you. It’s an honor.”
Taehyung nodded and then got down on his knees beside his father. I did the same. Taehyung raised the knife above his father’s chest then looked at me. I closed my fingers over his and together we jabbed the blade down, right into Kim’s fucking heart.
Taehyung’s shoulders sagged and he released a harsh breath as if the man’s death finally set him free. I wondered if anything would ever do the same for Jin and me?
End of Jungkook pov.