The depth of his ocean blue eyes stares expressionlessly at the screen, unable to move his gaze away from the scene that has haunted him since the first day he had ever laid eyes on it; The suffocating chokes, gurgle of blood, hurdling cries similar to a mother losing a child.

Everything about this scene is horrendous. It stabs a vile emotion to raise up in his body, nearly making him sick to his stomach.

It's been a month and he's still not over it.

The guilt in his chest ate him alive.

He could've watched him better.

Could've scent someone better to follow him and not get easily killed by Harry.

Jimin's dead, and now there's nothing he can do about it.

Louis never expected to grow an odd sense of attachment to the younger male. Ever since Harry has managed to hack through the Oasis camera system, that they deactivated but Harry managed to active it on his account, Louis had an odd admiration on watching the younger man on a daily basis. As creepy as it sounds. He would watch him practice his fighting skill, and hisgun and knife aiming tactics. That's where he caught the habit of twirling his knife around the same pattern the younger did. He would watch him interact with people in the gang from the big lobby downstairs, seeing the respect the members would give him. He would watch him express his intense craze mind with killing, and Louis has found a sense of fascination in doing so. Louis always wished to have been able to speak more to the younger and not just watch him through the cameras or 'accidentally' bump into him in the streets, but because of their circumstances, that would've been highly impossible.

Jimin would've been dead sooner.

Louis closes his eyes for a brief moment, letting the memory of that horrid day play in his head.

"You did not just do that! Harry! Let Taehyung go! You went too far!" Louis screams in anger, his body shaking in utter wrath as he watches the tape over and over again of Harry shooting Jimin on the back, unable to to remove Jungkook's horrid screams from his head.

His heart only breaks every single time.

Jimin was an angelic fire in this dark world, and Louis saw that.

And he couldn't protect him in time.

"I warned you," He whispers lowly with half a heart in his chest, "I fucking warned you Jimin."

A feels a warm palm on his shoulder, along with heavy breathing against his ear, "No one could've saved him. Remember which team you are in before you end up joining him."

Louis shakes those thoughts and gets off the computer annoyedly and goes back to the original screen with many screens from a currently recording. There's the surveilience of the Oasis building but on a constant loop, but Louis knows it's only a matter of time before Harry finds out about it.

That's why he did the only thing he could do.

Slowly he moves his dazing icy cold eyes to the portraits scattered around the room. Most specifically, staring at Jungkook's self portrait. The more he stares at it, the more a flood sense of unease filled his stomach, but remembering Jimin's death instantly brushes it aside.

No, he did the right thing.

He knows he did.

This has gone too far, and as much as he cares about his best friend, he knows Harry will never care or respect him the same in return.

He doesn't mean shit to Harry.

All Harry cares about is Taehyung, and that's making him do stupid things without thinking properly.

Like mess with the most infamous gang in the world.

So Louis lets his eyes move to the camera hidden at the corner of the room. He sends it a steady look before moving out of the door, feeling more sure than anything that Harry will get what's coming for him.

Through the other side of the camera stares a familiar figure; sitting on the broad brown leather chair with pursed lips, observing carefully the blue eyed man leaving the room.

Not trusting him one bit. However, because of him, they have eyes on the Orchid leader.

That only makes him even less trust worthy, and more of a traitor.

Yeosang hates traitors.

Clearly.

"What are you doing here?"

Yeosang's sharp eyes calmly looks up from behind the desk, meeting Taehyung, who's leaning against the doorframe with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

The younger's doesn't say anything at first, only glances at the screen and then stands up, "I don't have to give you any explanations," He mutters bitterly and rises to his feet and moves to walk past the taller man and out the room, but Taehyung grabs his arm and yanks him back, slamming the door shut on his face, making Yeosang sigh annoyedly and look at the red haired man with unfazed eyes.

At this point, there's nothing that can ever intimidate him more if it's not Jungkook.

He taught him that.

While Yeosang was growing up in Oasis, Jungkook nearly taught him everything, so did the other main five in other criterias, but Jungkook was constantly there. And one thing Jungkook has reminded Yeosang from time and time again is to never fear anyone if it's not him. Since he gave him everything, he can so easily just take it away. That was before their whole relationship obviously, but that has stuck with Yeosang since then and it has made him braver to other's who try to intimidate him.

Only Jungkook has the control to smear fear in his eyes. Anyone else can die trying.

His fire is what kept him alive for this long, and Jungkook is his gasoline.

Taehyung only looks at him for a moment and presses a finger on his chest, pushing him back, "You're still mad at me, huh?" He snickers lowly but then his eyes grew darker, "Then get mad at me, but not at Jungkook. He needs you now and the fact you are still not talking to him is an asshole move."

Yeosang narrows his eyes up to him, "Don't you dare blame me for him being the way he is now!" The younger snaps angrily, moving his glaring to the bolt ring on his finger, "That's childish, don't you think? Pointing fingers? Real mature. Trust me, I can point fingers too but I'm not that petty."

Taehyung squints his eyes and pushes the kid back, making Taehyung snarl his teeth, "What? Getting mad? Imagine how Jungkook feels whenever you don't talk to him, just like this," He pushes him back again, "Like a damn push to his breaking point."

The smaller breathes heavily when his back is suddenly slammed against the wall, Taehyung's eyes glower over him, "Be mad at me, do anything you want to me, but you better talk to him and get your shit straight! He needs to get his head focused on what's at hand and with you being a fucking brat doesn't help!"

"I thought you were having a marvelous time helping him focus. Obviously since he will always put you first than me," Yeosang snap and slaps Taehyung's hands off him, "Don't fucking touch me?"

Taehyung sneer suddenly turns into a sadistic smile, "Or what huh?" Taehyung grabs a fist full of his hair and slams it against the wall, making the younger slightly wince from the pain, "Just going to struggle desperately like the times I stuffed a pillow over your face? Huh? Remember how you couldn't do anything, let alone move a muscle."

"Stop it," Yeosang growls, his body now vibratrating in utter anger. He knows very well Taehyung is trying to provoke him, and he's so close to just breaking apart.

"Remember when I use to beat you so bad whenever you ran away, poor boy couldn't move for days," Taehyung continues to taunt while growing closer to Yeosang's face, "Come on kid, you know you want to kill me. What's stopping you now?"

And suddenly Yeosang snaps.

He grabs both of Taehyung's wrist and kicks the taller on the stomach with full force, sending Taehyung to the ground in one blow. Yeosang's eye twitches uncontrollably to the firing sensation in his body, a broad maniac smile extends from ear to ear as he bubbles a burst of giggles. Taehyung groans from the impact of the kick on the stomach, but instantly gets to his feet to see a familiar psychotic look on Yeosang's face.

A familiar gaze to Jungkook's blood lust glare.

Like father like son.

"Ow, I'm hurt," Taehyung pouts childishly while rubbing his stomach, but then his lips forms a twisted grin, despite his soft eyes, "Let it out, come on Yeosang."

Yeosang only chuckles lowly and squints his dark eyes, "Is this your way of a bonding method?" He mocks and grabs a knife from his pocket, twirling around his fingers in a familiar pattern Jungkook has done, which involves a twirl within both hands, "I like it."

And with intense speed, that even caught Taehyung off guard, Yeosang throws the knife in his direction. If it wasn't for Taehyung's quick instincts, that knife would've been plunged to his chest in a matter of seconds.

Right where his heart is.

Taehyung didn't get enough time to recover from his move because Yeosang is suddenly climbing on his body, and with great strength he wraps his long legs around the red haired man's upper body and catches him in a headlock with his arms.

Fuck this kid is strong.

The older wheezes instantly from the lack of oxygen and stumbles back, slamming Yeosang's back against the door twice before the smaller lets him go, but instantly grabs the knife that is pinned against the wall from his earlier swing and tries every attempt to stab the older using quick and sharp moves. If Taehyung's mind wasn't as alerted as it naturally is, he would've been a bloody mess on the wooden floor by now.

Yeosang was clearly trained, very well.

Not only by the five and Jungkook, but also by Taehyung a few times.

He remember everything.

Taehyung shrieks by the sudden strength and velocity of the younger man suddenly launches at him and managed to grab his dainty wrist that held the knife. He thought he had him for a moment, but Yeosang smirks as he lets go of the knife and grabs it with his other hand, aiming to stab the taller on the abdomen once again, but Taehyung was quick enough to kick the knife out of his grasp and throw the younger to the ground aggressively.

This kid is tough and fast, he'll give him that.

Far better than any of the goons he has seen fight.

"I'll admit, I admire you tactics," Taehung ventures coolly, grabbing the knife from the floor and twirls it between his fingers, "But you're still weak. That's why against me, you were never able to escape, even now. I always win."

Yeosang screeches to his provocative words as he launches from the ground and tries to tackle Taehyung to the ground but the taller only barely moves, and his smirk widens.

"Weak, always weak."

But what Taehyung didn't know was that the tackle is only a sign of a distraction.

Yeosang is actually trying to reach behind Taehyung to grabs the small golden antique globe from the rosemary desk and suddenly slams it against his back, making a yelp escape his lips and Yeosang tackles him to the ground. Like a snake he slithers around him, and pins Taehyung by the back to the ground with a knee to the side of his face with hard hands grabbing his arm and pulling it back, making the older yelp from the uncomfortable sensation on his shoulder.

He's more clever than Taehyung thought.

For a second Taehyung wanted to cry. Not even out of pain from his sore shoulder or the pain of the kid's knee pinning his face and back on the floor, but because he's so proud of him.

At that moment, Taehyung saw himself in the little boy, and never has he felt the more connection to him until this very moment.

Yeosang is a twisted mold of Taehyung's quirky mind and Jungkook's quick thinking tactics, along with their fighting skills and psychotic blood lust for their enemies, Taehyung has never felt more like a father figure until now.

Is this how it feels?

If it is.... I want that.

"I can pop off this bone and dislocate it with just one slip," Yeosang giggles darkly and uses his other hand to brush Taehyung's red hair away from his face, "How did you feel upon seeing Jennie and Kai's head, hm?"

Oh he's definitely Taehyung's long lost son alright.

Taehyung sneers to his manipulative words, but regardless didn't feel that much disappointment in his chest. They weren't family to him, let alone did he accociate himself with them until it was to look after Yeosang. They never built a familiar bond to begin with.

So upon seeing their heads the next day of his recovery, he wasn't at all surprised by the younger's sudden action.

He has been raised by Oasis after all.

Most specially by Jungkook since Jungkook's habit in dealing with rats is with a head sliced off.

He's definitely learnt a lot for a kid.

"Feel better?" Taehyung huffs out instead, making Yeosang only tusk to this and softly smiles.

"I'm not like any of you guys that uses violence as amends. Just because I hit you a few times doesn't mean I will ever forgive you," Yeosang snarls annoyed and presses Taehyung face further to the ground, "I'm a person of compassion and art, not of darkness unless tempted. The only way I'll feel any better about you will never be involved with anything related to what we do here. You may have Jungkook wrapped around your pretty fingers, but he will always be my Kookie, do understand Daddy?" He hisses with a demonic mock laced deep in his tone that sent a straight shiver down Taehyung's spine. Yeosang aggressively shoves a hand to his face and gets off him.

Daddy?

What the fuck was that?

The words raced his head in a spiral and judging by the dead look in Yeosang's eyes signaled him that he didn't mean it in a sexual reference. He meant it as a mock.

Taehyung will never be a father figure to him, even if he tried, especially since Yeosang will never accept him.

That reality for some reason ached a small stab in his chest, and Taehyung couldn't help but stare as Yeosang approaches the door but he pauses and turns to the older, who's now rubbing his arm form the strong soreness, "Oh and, if you try to provoke me like that one more time, best believe I will kill you, even if I end up dead. Now stay out of my business with Jungkook and focus on your psychotic admirer instead."

Oh is he jealous?

Maybe there's a slight chance of hope after all, but Taehyung will obviously have to work on a way to settle a solid ground for the both of them.

Even if it only involves bickering most of the time.

Taehyung snickers lowly to this and leans back to the desk, "No problem, son."

Yeosang visibly cringes to that with a deep scowl before walking out of the door, leaving Taehyung impressed with the spawn of the blood king.

He's not as weak as he appears to be.

Good, he's going to need that for his little mission coming up. One that Jungkook most definitely doesn't know, and won't ever know either.

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A/N:

Update yay!!!!!!!! I had to write a Yeosang and Taehyung interaction because their clearly have an intense blood fuel still going on, well let see what happens from there hahah

Thank you everyone so much for reading! Today I did so good in my ballet rehearsal for my exam coming so wish me luck!

Oh and what do you guys think of Erroneous? Haha I had this idea going on for a while but let's see what happens!!

I might create a Vkook story too soon, but I'm not entirely sure yet. I'll definitely let you guys know more about it :)

Well, now off to write more chapters and to study <3

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