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Hoseok stares at the screen with tired eyes. Similar haunting eyes stares back at him though the paused recording; mocking him, watching his every move, his every decision.

This is so fucked up.

Everything is fucked up.

From the death of Taehyung's father to Yeosang's death, with Jimin's fucking with Taehyung, and now everyone is on their toes for something that may or may not come.

And the least thing anyone wants to think about is going against Yeosang's last dying wish.

Taehyung has single handedly managed to mind fuck with all six of them since the moment he breathed the same air as them, but they're all at fault. 

They wanted him, and he wanted them. 

Love and secrets fucked them all up. 

Now, they don't even know where he is since he completely disappeared from his apartment, so they can't even locate him. 

Despite this whole situation going on, the gang is still running on full pressure, but on different tactics. Other gangs are terrified going anywhere near them due to how that has shown result, let alone get on their bad side.

 Guess something good came out of this whole shit show, they are more feared than ever before.

However, behind these closed curtains of the apartment building, the atmosphere has been very tense, especially after Yeosang's death. The younger's best friends, Soobin and Hyunjin, have been very closed off from the world. They don't go to the rooftop to talk anymore like how they used to do when Yeosang was alive or eat at the familiar pizza shop down the corner of the street.  However, they still hold onto each other for support, if anything, they have grown lethal to those who mentions the young heir with distaste.

Everything is just not the same since he died.

It's been three weeks since they last saw the chaotic brunette, and everything feels like how it was the first week.

Numb.

Hoseok runs a hand down his face as he removes the recording from the screen, and lets his face fall on his hands.

I'm falling apart.

This all feels like a ball of stress.

The worst part of this whole situation is not knowing when Taehyung is going to strike.

He officially became a ghost, untraceable.

No matter how much they have tried, he's very well hidden, somewhere in this country.

The door suddenly creaks open and in enters the leader himself. His once cherry red hair is back to it's natural brunette, grown now with the tips just grazing his eyes, covering them entirely if it wasn't for him parting it down the middle. The younger comes to this room every single day since Yeosang died. He watches the recorded security tapes that has Yeosang appearing in them; running around the building with his vibrant smile, or reply the times Jungkook would sit down with him at the rooftop to help do his homework.

Hoseok has caught his leader crying a few times as he looks over them, he would either comfort the younger or leave him alone.

If there's anything Jungkook hates, its being comforted.

He doesn't like feeling weak.

Everything is just.... Different, but he gives major respect for Jungkook. Despite with all this going on, he still manages to handle his gang perfectly well, even better now actually.

He's merciless.

Maybe because that's just not himself out there versus when he's in here by himself.

Taehyung has made sure to chip off any string of mercy that was tied in Jungkook's heart.

"Hi Jungkookie," Hoseok says softly, watching the younger sit down on the chair beside him, instantly taking the mouse to one of the computers. He moves around to the digital stack files that had all records with Yeosang in it, even if he appeared for a split second.

What mattered was his existence, but even that didn't take away the void from his cold heart.

"Do you mind giving me sometime alone with my son please?" Jungkook mumbles lowly, his eyes focused on the screen.

Hoseok bites down his bottom lip, debating whether to actually leave Jungkook alone or not, but decided to listen to his leader. He gets to his feet, not before wrapping his arms around Jungkook's shoulders, pressing a firm kiss against the crown of his head.

"I miss him too," He mumbles lowly and gives Jungkook a comforting squeeze, causing a struggled hum to escape Jungkook's lips, holding back his need to cry as the clip is ready to appear the screen, he just needs to press play to see a new recording of his little child being around the lobby area of the building.

Hoseok slowly lets him go and was about to leave the room but a loud voice suddenly comes from one of the screens of the computers.

And it wasn't from the security recorded tape.

"Whuuhhoooo Jungkookie!!"

Both Hoseok and Jungkook snapped their heads to one of the computers screen to the far right. The one with the security cameras in active. Jungkook instantly clicks to the screen with the view of the front entrance.

Taehyung is outside.

A wide boxy smile spreads his lips as he faces up to the security camera, watching enthusiastically.

Hoseok's heart dropped.

Just as he was about to rush outside and order someone to get him, a hand slams against his wrist to stop him.

"Don't!" Jungkook shrieks as Taehyung takes out a new photograph of Yeosang to the camera. His face is still pale and his hair a tousled mess. The skin around his lips is a sickly pale color, sending an unease sensation to hit Hoseok's gut.

He...... He looks so lifeless.

Fuck I'm going to be sick.

"If I'm dead or if you try to kidnap me again, you won't get to see your beautiful dead son now will you?" Taehyung taunts with twisted smirk, "Now, stop sulking behind those pitiful security camera records and flip the camera to the outside parking lot view, I have a surprise for you!"

What now!

Hoseok watches as Jungkook hesitantly switched the camera and his heart dropped to what he saw.

People.

Dead people.

A large amount of dead men and women on the parking lot, lying lifelessly on the ground, their bodies piled together to form a large heart.

Taehyung extends his arms out to the bodies and wiggles his hands, "Ta-da! I hope you like it! It took me a while for sure, maybe got a few bruises from their struggles to live, but it definitely worked out!" Taehyung says proudly as he looks down at the body, his face suddenly cringing up when he steps on a blood pile on the floor, scrapping his foot down to remove the stain as if it was a piece of gum.

Is he fucking serious!!!

Hoseok didn't hesitate from darting out of the computer room furiously and takes the stairs down two at a time. He arrives to the lobby, pushing past the busy crowd as he flies out the front doors.

Taehyung is skipping around the pool of people, a bloody knife in possession as he chants a light melody.

"Ring around the bodies, a pocket full of naughties. Ashes, ashes, they all get killed down."

Hoseok stops for a moment, debating whether to either run away to how fucking creepy Taehyung is right now or kill him for being a fucking creep. The moment Taehyung sees Hoseok, he squeals loudly and skips towards him.

Up close, Hoseok feels a fierce shiver rush down his spine. Taehyung has blood splattered all over his face and shirt. His hair is fuzzy and dry, as if he was struggling a few minutes ago.

Struggling to kill...

All... These... People.

"What do you think? I wanted to be a little bit more dramatic and put Yeosang's body in the middle, but this is pretty intimate too, right? You think Jungkook will like it?" Taehyung gleams as he looks between Hoseok and the heart made of people, complete pride behind his orbs.

Not a string of guilt.

He's gone.

But that's not only the worse part.

Hoseok growls as he sees so many familiar faces on the ground and grabs Taehyung's shirt, shoving him forward, "What the fuck are you doing?"

The other whines and lightly stabs Hoseok's arm with the knife, making him hiss to the painful sting and pull his arm back, the injury making a string of blood slide out of his skin.

"Careful! This is Gucci!" The brunette huffs before easing the creases of his shirt, "Well, this is my gift to you guys! You know, since you guys sent me my dad's head, I gave you 15 of your gang members lifeless bodies in return. It's only fair."

He did... What -

Hoseok Looks back to the pile and immediately recognizes the many familiar faces laying on the ground.

Oasis members..

His people....

No...

This can't be - 

No! FUCK!

Hoseok could feel the trickling rage spiking up his body along with the added grief adding on top of that. From goons to dealers to young newbies, they were all there either stabbed or shot to death. Maybe even tortured. 

The more he stared, the more Hoseok grew distressed. 

Slowly looking at Taehyung, he could feel his own mind shutting down as he reaches for his gun and was ready to finish this off for the sake of his people.

But Jungkook's voice stops him instantly.

And that snapped Hoseok back, angrily.

"For fucks sakes!" Hoseok groans annoyed and furiously turns his head to see Jungkook standing by the entrance, his emotionless eyes staring at a giddily Taehyung with tattooed arms crossed over his chest.

The drain behind his emotionless eyes is clear in this broad daylight, but he kept his head held high. After years of Hoseok knowing Jungkook, he knows that those emotionless eyes aren't even because he's trying to hide any feelings to show a cold and intimidating vibe.

He actually feels cold on the inside.

He doesn't feel anything.

No, not just that.

He's not himself. 

Raven.

"Kookie! So glad to see-"

"Your father's body just arrived," Jungkook interjects cooly, striding towards the two, trying hard to avoid looking at the dead bodies on the ground, "Tonight at midnight we trade, my son for your father."

Hoseok snaps his head to the leader, seeing those cold eyes more emotionless by every word that escaped his lips. He feels like he's interrupting or being in the middle of a moment here, but he's not leaving the younger to deal with this psychopath alone.

For a second Taehyung's smile falters and his wild eyes showed a glimmer of something deeper than just a condescending shine. For a seconds Hoseok saw his soul. Saw how broken he truly felt and how fragile he actually is in these moments. 

That didn't take away Hoseok pain of those in the background who has died because of his hands.

The preview of Taehyung's soul was cut off shortly when it all faded, replacing his hesitant frown to a more hysterical laugh, "It's a date!" He gleams and swings the knife between his fingers,  "See you tonight my babies!" He sings as he skips joyfully down the parking lot and gets inside a car. The windows are rolled up and tinted, not showing who the driver was as they drive away.

He had help.

He's not alone.

More fucking secrets.

The thought sent an unnerving shiver down Hoseok's spine as he watches the car drive away, and then a stampede of people rushed outside from the apartment building; seeing their brothers, sister, friends, all on the floor, dead.

And many of them lost their fucking minds.

"I'm going to kill that fucker!"

"My baby! Wake up! Please!"

"HE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN!"

"He was just with me! What the fuck! No, no, this can't be happening!"

"She was so young!"

"What the fuck Jungkook? Became a fucking pussy little bitch boy for a psychotic bastard-"

A loud gun shot slices the chaos in the air.

16 dead people now lay on the floor.

Jungkook glares down at the body he just shot, recognizing him as one of his recently hired goons, and then his hard eyes moves through the crowd, who all kept their lips sealed.

He's done.

So fucking done.

"Disrespect me, any of the members, or Taehyung, you die. Clearly Taehyung is a sadistic bitch, and I will deal with it. Me personally. As for now, gather the bodies so we could do our usual procedure by midnight tonight," He growls angrily, causing a wave of obedience from the crowd. Jungkook shoves his way past the people but a hand caught his wrist back.

He whirls around to meet eyes with Kihyun, one of his drug dealers. He doesn't know much about the other man personally but he has seen how well he gets along with everyone here, also being aware he was in a relationship with Minhyuk, who was a goon. They were a great team together, and they were always obedient to their leader.

So Jungkook relaxes slightly to the other man's hesitant eyes.

"Oasis needs their leader. Please tell me we will have our vengeance Jungkook," He murmurs as his teary eyes traces from the pile of people on the floor, focusing on his Minhyuk, who's dead on the ground, and then looks back to Jungkook.

Jungkook stares at him for a brief moment and finally looks back at the pile of bodies, his heart growing dark and darker by the second as he sees his members start to carry them inside.

One by one. 

His family who he failed to protect.

His people.

Oasis.

"He who seeks vengence must dig two graves," Jungkook whispers slowly, moving his eyes back to Kihyun, "One for his enemy, and one for himself."

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A/N:

To give credit, this quote was written by Confucius, but his direct quote is "Seek revenge and you should dig two graves, one for yourself."

Just to set it clear.

A lot is going to be happening so just be mentally prepared, especially in the 60's chapters.

Thank you so much for being so patient with me readers and I hope you continue to love this story so much and pamper it with support hahaha

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