Jungkook throws a random vase against the bricked wall with his uninjured arm, his anger being fueled by every lasting minute that the hospital hasn't called him back. It's been three days and Jungkook still hasn't heard a word about Jimin, and they still don't know who it was that fucked him over. Taehyung and Jungkook have come to the conclusion that it was Harry at first, as a message of some kind, but then Taehyung was a little unsure about that.

Harry kills, not beats up people.

He has no heart for mercy.

So they were left with absolutely no clue on who the culprit could be, and that alone is driving Jungkook to the blink of sanity.

"Jungkook calm down, the doctors said he's getting better," Seokjin advises but Jungkook is full on raging. He's moving way past he's breaking point and no matter how much cocaine he has snorted or weed he has smoked or alcohol he has drown down, nothing has been able to help calm him down.

He's reaching his breaking point of utter insanity.

It's all he can think about, apart from not being given Yeosang's body back and shot on the arm.

Whoever did this, will get a fucking-

The window to the living room suddenly slides open from the outside and Taehyung steps inside effortlessly, his eyes glittering with a slight excitement.

He found something.

"It wasn't Harry as we expected," Taehyung says as walks to the leader, swinging his hood down to reveal his brunette hair, "It was the Sages gang. I walked around the area and heard these bastards joke about taking Jimin-"

"THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS!" Jungkook screeches and throws this time a pretty lamp across the room precisely Seokjin's favorite lamp, but neither of them care at that moment.

"I should've known. I fucking should've known." Jungkook growls while running a frustrated hand through his hair, "They just love to fuck with me! Well I'll show them who the fuck is in charge here-"

"Wait Jungkook hold on," Taehyung interjects worriedly as he daringly places a hand on Jungkook's uninjured arm to stop him from marching to the elevator, "Why would they do that? You guys has respectful boundaries, why the sudden fall? We have to think this through first."

Jungkook glances between Taehyung's hand and his eyes before scoffing and slapping his hand away, "Because of you! They see all the bitch fit chaos you are causing! Of course they would think they have a fucking chance against us!" Jungkook explodes and takes out his gun, checking if it's loaded and continues his way to the door, "I'm going to kill every single last one of them!"

"Wait Jungkook!"

"WHAT NOW!" He screams with his arms in the air but that was a bad mistake since it shot a straight pain to his bullet wound. He bites his bottom lip to avoid making a painful noise as his eyes follows Taehyung, who wanders to the kitchen, who takes out a baking mix and a small purple vile from his pocket, a chaotic smile suddenly forms his lips as he meets his eyes with Jungkook.

"We have to be sweet to our enemies, remember?"

The man facing the screen studies the visuals with perplexed eyes, only grinning widely to seeing the kingdoms slowly fall right before his eyes. He watches his two favorite people join hands together to take down one empire, only to fall apart themselves the moment a certain trigger is being nudged once again to the familiar brunette.

The trigger of pain and betrayal from the ravenette of his past sins.

Removing three birds with a single arrow.

I have full control.

All thanks to Mi-

"The kid woke up this morning sir, he's currently being questioned by Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok about the incident to notify Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung," A man informs beside him, only making the manipulative man avert his gaze from the screen and then back to his painting before his eyes.

A wide grin slowly spreads his lips, "Soon enough everything will fall into place on my command, how lovely," He giggles while taking the pain rush and crossing out the painting with the silver shield, a representation of Sages, "It's so easy how a few charismatic words and death threats gets the job done. Sages are so fucking weak, no wonder Jungkook can't stand them."

"Indeed Mr. Styles, everything is working out as you said it would.

Harry only maniacally smiles and turns a head to Louis, who's standing beside the large painting with a stone cold face, eyeing the multiple portraits of faces behind the white board and the shield being crossed off. The green eyed man only approaches him with a twisted look behind his eyes, "Not quite. The only problem with this is Jungkook's devotion for Taehyung. He needs to kill him, and the father's head for Taehyung's rampage against his gang wasn't an enough motivation to nudge him. He's in too deep, and no matter what we throw, he will continue to not kill him," Harry growls annoyedly, his eyes then falling to Taehyung's face portrait and a sense of pride began to rise inside him, "Taehyung is moving at a rapid speed, he's going through a similar pattern I taught him when he was my right hand man, trying to make himself more heartless by killing more people. I trust he will kill Jungkook after he leaves him with nothing. He's always so poetic," He sighs dreamily but then a grim look spreads his face, "But he will still be alive, always being that fucking rock in my shoe of mockery, he needs to fucking go. He's only going to be in the way of my plans and this art won't be completed or drastic enough."

What would make someone break hard enough to want to kill their lover?

What would break Jungkook?

Taehyung took his son, his gang members, what else will make Jungkook remove his conscious and kill this bitch already?

What would make Taehyung move up the process and make him snap so he can kill Jungkook?

A beautiful ending would be if they killed each other, but Taehyung is blinded by rage and revenge to notice his love for Jungkook.

He hates him, but loves him at once, even if he won't admit it.

That's his only string to reality.

Taehyung doesn't have anyone else besides Jungkook-

Harry's eyes suddenly widens, the idea moving around in his mind rapidly like a beautiful work of art.

This is..... Marvelous.

The perfect ending of this Opera.

"Then what do you suggest sir?"

Harry didn't say anything at first, but then starts to maniacally laugh once his eyes fall to Jungkook's self portrait in the painting of faces, "They won't kill each other, that much is obvious. The lost lover's heartache is enough to make a man go mad, don't you think?"

Louis stares at his chaotic leader for a moment before his eyes widen, catching to his master's sinister plan, "But sir you dealt with Jungkook saying you won't touch Taehyung-"

"I know," Harry gleams, his eyes falling to the ravenette on the screen as he aids his bullet wound in the living room, Harry's sinister glint only darkens, "Who said I was going after him? At the end of the day, even if Jungkook does the most stupidest mistakes ever, he's still Taehyung's only weakness since he's all he has left. Take out the heart, he won't have anything to live for anymore."

And so Harry giggles madly in which turns into a chaotic laughs as he grabs the paint brush and crosses out Jungkook's face in red, his giddiness rising by the second as the plan flows in his mind like a beautiful melody.

So beautiful.

"Your time is ticking Jungkookie, we'll meet again very soon."

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A/N:
Oh..... OH!!!!!! This can't be good.... This can't be good at all.

Oh boy.... Harry ...... Is one mean and manipulative character..... It's insane.

To think Taehyung was his right hand man is also amusing to think about, especially since Harry taught him all he knows.

Ahhh I'll see if I can update sometime today or tomorrow. I have exams to study for and paper's to write, so I might not be updating as often but I won't leave you guys hanging for a month hahaha

I PURPLE YOU!!! <3