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The sudden electric shock on his temple is what startled the young boy awake from his unconscious state, along with an unbearable pain scattering all over his tiny body. The shadows that crept the dark corners of the room is casted away by the single light bulb that dangled above his head, shining the perfect spot light his beaten up body.

He can't remember exactly what happened, but small flickers of flashes flies through his memory; blood, beatings, gun shots..... Zayn.

Zayn caught him with Liam...

Oh no....

Yeosang...

Hwanwoong instantly attempts to move in his a frantic attempt to get away from this room and to find Yeosang, but then he realizes he's tied up to a wooden chair, with chains wrapped around his upper body and arms and legs.

Oh no...

No!

This can't be happening.

"Struggling there baby boy?"

His whole entire body paralyzed upon hearing that honey condescending voice, very familiar and angry against his sensitive ears. Slowly his gaze moves up, not seeing anything from the darkness but eventually he feels a warm breath caress his skin near his ear, along with the sensation of a knife being pinned to the side of his neck.

Oh no..

"I've been in this intense need to kill someone after my husband's death," Taehyung's mellow voice drawls, crawling his senses; making an involuntary shiver run down his spine, and he thickly gulp saliva down his throat, "So before I kill you, does your pretty little mouth have any interesting information to tell Karma, hm?"

Hwanwoong manages to release a quivering whimper as the knife taps lightly against his skin, making him wince with every touch, but he only blinks away his fear.

"W-Where's Yeosang?"

A deep chuckle reaches his ears and the tap stops to trail hard against ihis skin instead, hard.

"You honestly believe I will let you anywhere near my son with the possibility of you being the reason behind his father's death?" Taehyung sneers with his voice hoarse and then he aggressively yanks Hwanwoong's blonde hair, craning his head back with the knife pinning hard to the middle of Hwanwoong neck.

He closes his eyes to shield the light away from his line of sight and grows even more hysterical now than ever before, "I w-wasn't behind it. I swear, I d-didn't know! L-Liam is a d-discreet man and I didn't k-know his plan. I went to c-confront him but-"

And suddenly Taehyung laughs.

A chest, psychotic, and hard laugh.

Hwanwoong fear only sky rocketed at an unbelievable rate at this point. He's heard and seen many things Taehyung has done, and he's not ready to face that torture from the fallen angel first hand.

"And you expect me to believe that!" Taehyung snarls and slices a harmless cut on his neck, making Hwanwoong's body jolt and release a fearful whimper, "I know Liam and he wouldn't have done any of this without some help. He wouldn't know where we are fucking located-"

"Tracker."

The voice that Hwanwoong has been yearning to hear reaches his ears and he desperately moves his eyes to find the source of where it came from, but only sees complete darkness.

"What?" Taehyung snaps, his iron grip still hard on Hwanwoong's hair.

And that's when he appears; the wavy haired boy with dead eyes staring to the scene, not an ounce of emotion in his eyes.

He looks.......Dead.

"Tracker," Yeosang says coldly, "If he were to be an informant, he would always report back to Liam on the location and the upon other information, so a tracker won't be necessary. However, if he has a tracker, that means Liam used him as a toy without him being aware of it, only planning the perfect moment to strike and for us to accuse him and kill him."

The room falls silent. Hwanwoong's heart only accelerates faster by a milestone and it only increases when Yeosang makes eye contact with him, waiting for him to answer. Sadly he can't give him the answer to either theories.

He hasn't been informing Liam at all, but he also doesn't recall a tracker being put on him.

"Hm good thinking," Taehyung purrs and trails the knife to Hwanwoong's chest, right where his heart is, "Care to prove Yeosang's point with a little honesty? Are you a snake or are you a little pawn?"

Hwanwoong blinks back his tears and he licks his lips, "I-I never told Liam anything. I only w-went to him to confront him about Jungkook, and I knew his location because he's been staying here as an order from Harry while I was in Orchids. I didn't believe for him to be a problem. However, I d-don't recall a tracker on me e-either."

The two Oasis makes remains silent for a moment and then Taehyung sighs, "Alright, in that case, it's time to kill you."

Fuck!

Hwanwoong shrieks as the knife is suddenly raised in the air and slices down to his-

"Wait."

Millimeters.

Taehyung was only millimeters away from killing Hwanwoong from existence on this Earth.

Oh God Hwanwoong is seconds away from passing out on the spot right now. Being in Taehyung's presence like this is highly intimidating and unsettling, also adding Yeosang to that equation too just rises up his anxiety.

He can't die now.

Especially if he hasn't done anything wrong!

"Let me handle it," Yeosang says confidently yet monotone, eyes glaring down at the small boy.

For a moment Taehyung is frozen, not moving from his position in clear hesitation. He doesn't want his boy to fall for his affections for the other boy. He needs to only think with clarity. However, after his father's death, affection is definitely not in the equation.

Taehyung knows that much since he's experienced it before.

So with that little trust, he lets go of the blonde boy's hair and moves his knife away, slightly spinning it around his fingers as he strolls to the Yeosang, staring into his eyes and presses the handle of the knife to his chest.

"I'll be watching," Taehyung says lowly, watching as Yeosang takes the knife with determined eyes and walks to the corner of the room, hidden by the shadows with arms crossed against the wall; Recoiling these familiar circumstances that he went through with his Jungkook many times in the past. This doubt of trust, need for answers, it's like he's seeing it once again before his eyes. It's like watching their younger selves reliving those moments, making Taehyung's think about their last moments and how that trust built and it became ironed solid.

Fuck he misses him so much.

And just like that, he lets a few tears escape his eyes, letting them swallow up into the darkness he feels inside as he rubs the bolt on his ring finger.

"I'll protect Yeosang until he doesn't need me anymore," He silently promises and kisses the bolt, "I promise Jungkook."

Yeosang stares down at Hwanwoong with a slight scowl and leans to his face, "You know what I'm capable of doing so don't fucking play with me, got it?"

Hwanwoong stares into his eyes and carefully licks his lips, "You are capable of many things Yeosang, I know that," He whispers carefully and glances at the knife he's holding, "But you've got to believe me, I am no snake. I really admired Jungkook, I wouldn't-"

Yeosang stabs the end of the knife to his arm, making a weak cry escape Hwanwoong lips and Yeosang's gaze only intensifies, "Stop fucking wasting my time! Why were you with Liam!"

Hwanwoong can't do this.

Not like this.

Hwanwoong's gaze suddenly intensifies as well and he launches his head forward, slamming it against Yeosang's face. The other groans painfully and stumbles back while gripping his mouth, meanwhile Hwanwoong swings his chair back with full force, making it break apart and the chains loosened around his body.

Much better.

With quick speed he removes the chains and scrambles to his feet, but before he can even face Yeosang, he's pinned against the wall by the neck, slightly raising him up from the ground to reach Yeosang's eye level, the corner of his lip busted now with blood and tears glistening his eyes in utter wrath and pain.

"You fucking idiot!" Yeosang snarls and bangs him back against the wall, making Hwanwoong's vision slightly blurred as he grips onto Yeosang's wrists, "How can I trust you? Huh? How should I know you aren't lying to me! My dad is fucking dead!"

At this point Taehyung is feeling a massive wave of deja vu as he witnesses this scene, his lips wobbling to the circulating memories in his head.

Taehyung huffs and turns him around forcefully, making him face the now brunette's angry eyes, "You killed my father-"

"Because I didn't know whether to trust you or not Taehyung!" Jungkook snaps, their voices not going above a whisper, "For all I knew, you could've been giving him information and wouldn't have told me the truth if I asked you! Why choose a gang leader over justice huh?You're not the first person Taehyung, this has happened to me before and I went to jail because I trusted the wrong person! A rat! So excuse me for having trust issues when someone I love is involved in the same equation as a cop!"

Taehyung purses his lips in anger and climbs on top of him and points the gun to his forehead, "You knew how much you meant to me! I wouldn't lie to save my own ass Jungkook!"

Taehyung snaps his eyes open, by now slapping a hand against his mouth to hold back his sobs. His body began to shake with a wave of hysteria flooding his emotions.

This is so similar.

By now Hwanwoong heaves heavily, fighting back the dark spots surrounding his vision, "You don't," He manages to croak out, "B-But you know me..... You know I wouldn't do.... Something like this.... Especially to Jungkook, s-since he t-took me in and s-saved me."

Taehyung slides down against the wall, heaving quietly against his hand, the pain swirling at a massive spiral in his chest as if he's been stabbed multiple times with no intention to stop.

Jungkookie...

His airways gets cut off when Jungkook grips a hand to his throat, squeezing so tightly as he yanks him forward, facing Jungkook's deadly eyes closer, "How should I know you aren't lying to me? Huh?"

Taehyung wheezes against Jungkook's grip and nearly loses his eye sight when Jungkook slams him back against the wall, his death grip still tight around his neck.

"You don't," Taehyung hisses and peers his eyes to look Jungkook, trying hard to not fall unconscious from the lack of air, "I am many things...... But I wouldn't hurt Jimin like this. You know my techniques, and beating isn't one of them. It's too childish, not unique enough. Y-You know it, you've s-seen it."

This is too much, and it's only crashing down Taehyung's chest in massive waves.

His Jungkook is dead.

He's gone.

And he's not coming back.

He snaps his eyes open when he hears a weak whimper from the pair, watching s Yeosang's body is shaking now as he holds Hwanwoong in place.

He's breaking apart.

Yeosang bites his bottom lip and leans to the smaller's face, tears already escaping his eyes at a rapid rate, "Then what are you? A pawn or a snake?"

The other only stares at him calmly, gasping slightly for air, "Your friend."

The grip around his neck loosens instantly, making Hwanwoong drop to the ground like a slump puppet, heavy heaves and rough coughs escaping his lips as he gasps for air. However he wasn't given much time to recover before he's yanked to his feet and pressed against the rough wall by the shoulders.

Yeosang by now is staring at him desperately.

"If you're my friend then tell me what you know and this will all be over. If not, Taehyungie might kill you. So talk," He says quietly in desperation with tears releasing his eyes.

Hwanwoong takes in deep breathes and numbly places his fingers on Yeosang's wrist, right where his branded scar is, and he clears his throat, "T-They knocked me out one day...... When they noticed how close we were getting back in California...... I don't know what they did, but I woke up with this," he says carefully and reveals his wrist, the same side as Yeosang's branded wrist, a medium slit on his skin.

A scar.

Yeosang's conscious grew blank.

Without thinking, Yeosang throws Hwanwoong to the ground and straddles his lap, a hand pins his scared wrist while the other twirls the knife in hand.

"Yeosang wait!" Taehyung interjects instantly but Yeosang already stabbed the knife through his skin, making Hwanwoong scream in utter agony and pain. With hooded eyes and a wave of hysteria running Yeosang's entire mind and body, he carved through the slit, the scar now open and he throws the knife aside.

And that's when he squeezed.

The burning noises that escaped Hwanwoong throat is anything close to horrifying as Yeosang presses against the object he could feel through the delicate skin, pushing more against it with blood pooling out of Hwanwoong's wrist like a river stream.

And that's when Yeosang saw it.

The blue glowing chip in the wound, slowly moving out until Yeosang grabs it and glares at it with a seething anger, while Hwanwoong beside him pants weakly, also mustering a glare to the chip.

Orchids knew what they were doing, clearly.

Meanwhile Taehyung stands there with gapped lips to what he just saw.

Yeosang did that.

All on his own.

Without his help.

He interrogated, forced his answers all while not being too attached to his emotions.

Jungkook would be so proud of him.....

Taehyung smiles weakly to the thought and walks towards the pair, grabbing the towel from the table in the room and presses it against Hwanwoong's wrists, while the boy continues breathing heavily with his skin drenched in sweat.

"I'll patch him up," Taehyung says, scooping the body in his arms and turns to Yeosang, "Figure out the tech software and how to reverse it so we are able to detect Liam's location instead."

Yeosang nods slowly and looks at the smaller boy, who looks at him with a small faint smile.

And that light behind his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Yeosang whispers with a guilty frown, but Hwanwoong only reaches his uninjured hand towards him, gently taking his hand and caresses his knuckles.

"This is for your dad. You're the Oasis's prince, there's no room to be weak," He manages to faintly whisper and gives his hand a soft squeeze, "All is fair in love and war."

Taehyung freezes in his spot, his breathing growing uneven with the familiar aching stings playing the sensitive strings of his heart.

Taehyung sends him a weak smile and presses a soft kiss against his lips, "I don't mind a little blood," He murmurs and nuzzles his face against Jungkook's neck, curling up to his body, "Can you hold me just a little while longer before you start to hate me?"

Jungkook's gulps thickly, holding Taehyung tighter against his chest, "I won't hate you, who knows, I might grow to love you."

Taehyung softly smiles to the words, tears being his eyes, "All is fair in love and war, hm?"

Jungkook weakly smiles and slowly nods, leaning down to kiss Taehyung's head, sighing heavily, "Indeed it is."

"Taehyung?"

The older peers his eyes open, seeing a concern Yeosang in front of him while Hwanwoong looks up at him in a painful understanding gaze behind his eyes.

The older can't muster any words to say without crying, so he only nods and offers the younger a forced smile before carrying the injured boy out of the torture room and to the medical room. His mind is desperately trying to brush away those lingering memories but it only hurts the more he tries.

Suddenly he feels the body in his arms curl comfortable onto him. The younger's head nuzzles onto his neck and his uninjured arm wraps around him, holding onto him tightly.

"I'm sorry you lost your other half," He whispers lowly, "He really loved you, I hope you remember that."

Taehyung's lips wobbled fiercely and his tears blurred his eyes, he's not sure if he can even hold his own weight by this point.

"I don't need you just because I want you. I need you because I love you," Jungkook breathes heavily when Taehyung takes a hard thrust inside him, feeling himself almost close in to his climax as well, "Now promise me you won't forget that, Kim Taehyung. Promise me you won't forget that I love you and I will always do the impossible for your happiness."

Taehyung's knees collapsed to the ground, a painful cry escapes his lips as the other boy holds onto him tightly, whispering soothing words against his ear as Taehyung wraps his long arms around him.

"Liam is going to pay," Hwanwoong whispers, his anger rising up, "Jungkook will not die in vain, I promise."

And that was all Taehyung needed to hear to build up his own scheming mind for revenge, finding the every reason to lurk under every rock for that species of a human being.

Liam is going to pay for taking his Jungkook away.

And he's going to fucking die.

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A/N:
Hello lovelies!!

I hope you all are doing so well! I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and Uh...... Can I take a moment to appreciate every single one of you that came this far with the book? In one of my books 'Flames' i wrote how I just posted the first chapter of this book and look how far it came. Thank you so much for reading this book, honestly I love you guys with every piece of me. If I could go to you guys, every single one of you and give you guys a hug, I would. I would love to sit down and talk with you guys, grow a mutual bond and see it grow within time.

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