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ANGER. it's the red hot emotion of endless build up in one's chest and mind; the swelling of veins throughout the entire body just ready to explode. it's the way blood rushes to the head in a wave of destruction, clouding any logical thoughts and only saying the things that should be left unsaid.

there's no such thing and calmness and control, not when anger has the leash of the monster normally hiding in the back of one's mind, behind all the darkness that normally sits at bay. there was no stopping it now, not after the buildup and certainly not after sunwoo showed to be a real threat. it took a lot to make jungkook break, to make the monster of anger actually show — and maybe if he was alone he would have, but taehyung was there, he was always there.

he was there when sunwoo started talking, with his pretty eyes blinking up at the boy — all the hope in those brown orbs and just being happy that jungkook was here now. and taehyung was still there, with his fingers crossed and hopes high. he was also there, as sunwoo stepped aside and one of his men threw the person forward.

that was when jungkook snapped. the way sunwoo could carelessly order something like that, tossing the small boy forward until his knees hit the hard concrete floor of the warehouse, the sound echoing. his normally fluffy blonde hair was sticking to the sides of his temples, his cheeks stained with a mix of tears and snot.

"oh my god jimin." taehyung was standing now, partly out of shock but also because he was trying to hold jungkook back who now had one of the scariest looks in his eyes.

"what the fuck is wrong you." jungkooks words left like a hiss, dripping with anger and every other dark emotion towards the man in the suit. sunwoo didn't seem phased, that same cocky grin on his face as he watched this all unfold.

"jungkook." jimin was still crying, his knees on the ground and eyes red as he looked up at the couple, "i'm s-so sorry, i tried n-not to tell-" he kept mumbling apologies between sniffles and cries, none of it even mattering to the ravenette.

jungkook could care less, his chest was tight and he eyes stung, but he'd rather be dead then let sunwoo get the satisfaction of seeing him cry. "jimin," his voice nearly cracked, "are you okay?"

"i'm sorry." jimin kept saying.

"it didn't take long to get him to start talking." sunwoo said, nudging the small boys thigh with the tip of his fancy shoe. if there was anything more to say, jimin was there to speak for him, at this point he didn't care what happened to him. "jungkook he has a video, he's going to put us away this is really b-bad–" but he was cut off by a rough shove, his shoulder hitting the ground with a grunt.

"fuck you." jungkook stepped forward and crouched beside his best friend, pushing back blonde hair and brushing away some tears that kept wanting to fall. "come on." he whispered so only the boy could here, gently taking him by the underarms and helping his stand. taehyung was there in a second, taking over and helping pull jimin away to the couch.

"fuck you again," jungkook glared at sunwoo, but he did his best to remain the somewhat bigger man. "let's talk." he obviously was here for something, he didn't do this to jimin for nothing.

the two men walked over to a rickety wooden table, away from the couch and away from anything else further in the warehouse, mostly the lab and all of the equipment. "now what the fuck do you want." jungkook got straight to the point, there was too much anger in his system to even attempt small talk.

"i know you're the one responsible." sunwoo said. he sat down on the chair, despite the dusty ness of it touching his expensive suit.
the ravenettes expression didn't falter, and he stood leaning against the brick wall with arms crossed and one foot over the other.

"someone robbed the siwol gala, and mr. kim is holding me responsible to reimburse the koroleva." sunwoo started to explain his visit, not really missing any points as he paced while he walked. everything about him embodies wealth, except you could tell it was act, and all sunwoo was doing was trying to be something he wasn't. "i know you're responsible." he repeated.

jungkook rose an eyebrow, his poker face was natural by now, not letting anything through. "i don't know what you're talking about."

the man just hummed, looking over at one of the men and nodded his head over. "you know," he started to say, standing there with his eyes never leaving the raven haired males who stared back just as steadily. "they always say you eyes never deceive you. what do yours tell you?" he said, looking down as well at the laptop one of his men set on the table, a frozen screen of a familiar hotel room showing.

it wasn't until the video started to play that jungkook felt his hands turn into fists, seeing a very familiar brunette boy walking around and snooping through the closet. he knows exactly what was going on, and he remembers exactly the day when taehyung went in the find an engagement ring hidden somewhere. he remembers it so vividly because he can recall how worried he was for the boy.

"i can see the news stories now, rich brat turns on his father." sunwoo was grinning, "you're good at what you do mr. jeon, but you're not perfect. and i'll send this video in and have that boy convicted of this crime."

jungkook doesn't think he could have glared any harder then he had these past ten minutes, but he must have been. if it wasn't enough to mess with jimin, this man was going way too far now threatening taehyung. "what do you want." he said. "get to the point."

"i can easily reimburse mr. kim." sunwoo started, "but i want something out of this."

"alright, what do you want." jungkook was getting tired of asking. this man clearly didn't know how to conduct an actual negotiation.

"i want my wife." the man said. clearly he was serious, and apparently thought that was a wish he could be granted, but jungkook just rose his eyebrow again. "you got her put in prison, now i want her back." sunwoo said.

"i was doing you a favor." jungkook said.

sunwoo wasn't amused by that comment, and it was evident by wrinkle between his brows. "your friend over there is proof that i can't find anyone associated with you and have them disappear, don't test me jeon." it was another threat, and it didn't seem to be an empty, not given by the crying boy on his couch. "you're going to get me that money and seohyun, or else i'll come after everyone you care about." one his men took the laptop back, and he stood from the chair.

"you have six weeks." it was the last thing he said, and last thing heard was the slam of the warehouse door.

it was then that they were relatively alone, that jungkooks fist finally met the wall. it was the sound of bone hitting brick that had the two boys on the couch looking up so quickly, one no longer crying and the other no long whispering sweet nothings. "what the hell jungkook!" taehyung yelled as he stood up.

the ravenette wasn't even phased, his jaw clenched and eyes staring at nowhere in particular. taehyung had walked up and tried to reach for the boys arm to see his hand, which of obviously a mess of broken skin and blood starting to fall. "it's fine." he said, yanking away subtly. taehyung didn't miss how the boy wouldn't look at him. "call namjoon."

jungkook walked away, his shoulders tense and muscles flexing underneath the thin fabric of the shirt. his footsteps echoed again throughout the big space, and it was silent, before another door closed, and the two boys were left alone. and one was still crying softly, because right now nothing was ever going to be okay again.

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