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Namjoon subtly touched the ear peice he had as he leaned back on his chair. The man in front of has had him working his ass of to get a firm, nice grip. And today, was the day when it all was coming together and his hard work would make sense.

It was like the day of result for school kids, where they'd be getting their scores after giving all the tests that they had studied for all day and night. Namjoon laughed along with HanJae at something he had said as they sat in his house.

"No no its not like that. I just played with a little. Jung is alive and under my care." Namjoon said.

"Yeah whatever you wanna do with him. I don't really care, he was so stupid. I don't need people like him." HanJae laughed then took a sip of his drink.

"Hey, did you hear that?" Namjoon asked, gesturing him to be quiet. "Is there someone else in the house?"

"No" HanJae shook his head, "just the two of us." He stood up and went upstairs to check what's causing the noise there.

Namjoon threw away his drink, and quickly adjusted his ear peice while walking to the door.

"Done" he spoke, pulling out his phone and checking the time as he nodded firmly.

"There's no one Namjoon" HanJae said.

"Oh it must be us hallucinating then" Namjoon laughed.

"Hmm maybe" HanJae shrugged.

He turned to the door as the door bell rang. He virtually told Namjoon to wait there and he'll be back soon. He opened the door and was pushed to the wall by two enormous men covered in all black. One of them placed a gun on his waist and signalled him to lead the way quietly. His jaw clicked as he glared at the two, but didn't say anything.

"HanJ- Woah! What is all this?" Namjoon stood up, seeing the two largely built men ganging up on Song HanJae.

Footsteps became audible, making them turn towards the stairs as another man walked upto them. He kept a straight face, while Namjoon smirked.

"Welcome, Jung Hoseok." He spoke.

The red haired man glanced at Namjoon and pointed his gun at HanJae.

"You bastard, You ruined everything. You deserve to die!" He growled, almost pressing the trigger.

"Uh-uh" Namjoon spoke, standing in front of HanJae, "You don't get to do all that Jung." He said, then turned to face HanJae.

"I'll get you free from them" he said, earning a small smile from HanJae that didn't last long as he fell unconscious. Namjoon signalled the men to take him as he lead the way.

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*Splash!*

"Oh Good Morning!" He said flashing gummy smile.

HanJae flinched by the sudden attack of chilled water on him. He coughed and opened his eyes, looking around as he tried to make out where he was and who was the person in front of him.

"Don't panic, Don't panic!" Yoongi said, "You're safe here."

"Min Y-Yoongi?" HanJae uttered, as he realized he was at the wrong place. It was like a deer in a lion's den. Horrific.

Yoongi let out and amused laugh and nodded, "Oh you know me? Well good for you. I won't waste time introducing myself then." He said.

The man wiggled trying to make himself free, for the first time since he opened his eyes. Yoongi sat himself on the chair opposite to HanJae.

"Alright, let's start with you're brought here." Yoongi said, "there are quite a few reasons. And none of them are forgivable, at least not from me."

"I don't know what you're saying. Lemme go." HanJae spoke. Yoongi laughed.

"At least find a nice lie to tell me." The lawyer said shaking his head. "Anyways, here's the first reason. You, Song HanJae saw something you shouldn't have seen."

The man averted his gaze from Yoongi's face to his the ground. He lifted his head when he saw Yoongi placing a few things on the table in front of him, but keeping his hard gaze on HanJae as he spoke,

"Second, you made an innocent man upload those shitty pictures." Yoongi said as he placed a knife beside the gun.

"Third, you played that innocent man's sister." He said, placing a leather belt next to the knife.

"Fourth, well you messed with me." He said and kept a white switch at last and smiled at him sarcastically.

"Now you chose, how do we start?"

HanJae knew he had nowhere to go and no plan to escape Min Yoongi. He saw him slowly getting up and leaning forward, resting his palms on the table. He glared back, not wanting to play weak with the man in front of him.

Drop that bloody attitude when I'm here. You're nowhere in control of the situation, I can kill you if I want, right now; and guess what? You can't do anything." Yoongi stood back straight, "let's start the game. Choose."

Sisssors

Gun

Knife

Leather belt

Switch

HanJae glanced at Yoongi and then gaped back at the first and the last thing, thinking what a switch can probably do. But anything can happen when its Min Yoongi, he didn't wanted to underestimate the man. He gulped and shook his head.

"Make it quick, we don't have all day. And if you don't," Yoongi grabbed his face harshly, "Then I will." He growled.

"Kn-Knife" he uttered. Yoongi smirked and nodded, picking the knife from the table.

"Am I late?" A voice spoke, entering through the dark brown door.

"Oh Namjoon!" Yoongi smiled, "you're on time. The game is just starting." He said.

Namjoon smirked and glanced at the tied man to study his expression. He laughed and walked upto them.

"Song HanJae, what? You're surprised to see me here?" He said in an amused tone, "well don't be. What did you think? I left Min Yoongi to be friends with your brainless self. 'I mau not have money but I have brains'. Bullshit! You don't have anything. You're just a lump of flesh walking around and creating problems for others."

"Y-you lied all the time?" HanJae said, with a dumbfounded face and stuttering like he had a heartbreak, making the two males laugh.

"Lemme say it in a simpler way, cuz looks like your half alive neuron didn't catch my words, Yes I did." Namjoon said.

"You fucking traitor!" HanJae roared, earning an unimpressed look from Namjoon.

"Seriously? That's all what you have to say? That's a lame insult." He said deadpanned. "Anyways, forget it. Let's continue what you were doing." He spoke looking at Yoongi.

The knife spinned gorgeously between Yoongi's fingers as he leaned closer to name, placing his palm on the table top. Yoongi started tapping with the tip of the knife on the table's surface between HanJae's fingers while gradually increasing the pace. His eyes bore dangerously in HanJae's, making him gulp in fear.

"Oh" Yoongi hissed, stabbing the knife harshly on the back of his palm. "Does it hurt? No? Alright" and again, he repeated earning small winces from the man that didn't satisfy him.

Namjoon walked forward with a duct tape and sealed his mouth, "Looks so much better," He smiled sarcastically.

Yoongi chuckled deeply, patting Namjoon's back and glanced at HanJae, "You thought you could fool me or did you foget your opponent was Min Yoongi?" He smirked, "One thing, you did a moderately fine with the planning. But oh, how you crossed the line between smartness and oversmartness."

"Knife?" Namjoon raised his eyebrows, letting out an amused laugh, "Good luck to you Song."

"Mmmh!"

"No, no, relax, you don't have to speak. We've found everything about you. Your wife, kids, friends, parents, uncles, aunts, grandparents, your work, their work, enemies, insecurities etc etc." Yoongi sighed, "I know exactly what you do each second of the day, how you live a double life online and offline, how many times you go out, who you meet, how much you earn and how you spend it, or how you used to work at Kim's and came to know about Kang MinSeok, Jungkook... then Zia."

HanJae looked down, falling silent, devoid of movements as Yoongi's voice deepend, leaning on the table with the knife close to HanJae's face, "Kang was the guest you got in trouble with and were fired from Kim's, am I right?"

Namjoon cleared his throat, nodding and added, "He didn't sell you, or I should say, he didn't let you be a part of his casino, because honestly, you weren't even in the position to be doing that. He wasn't wrong, but your brainless ass doesn't comprehend right? Even after a few years of trying when Jungkook tried to stop you from chasing the girl, you didn't stop. There comes Jung Hoseok's sister whom you dated for mere distraction and ruined her life along with using her brother to drag Zia into this, even when she had nothing of hers in this."

"You drugged her and Taehyung that night; you knew about their relationship and still! You, Song HanJae, went up to Kang about the pregnancy! You literally have no idea how much you fucked her life up! You deserve pain," Yoongi growled, grabbing the man's collar harshly, "torturous pain!"

"Mmmh!" HanJae trembled against the tip of the knife pressing on his jaw.

Every second Yoongi felt nothing but satisfaction when he removed the duct tape from man's mouth, to hear him screaming in pain, realising how bad his stupid wishes messed up someone else's life.

Yoongi breathed out deeply, wrapping the end of the belt on his hand and smacked a few more times, eliciting louder groans from HanJae, while Namjoon watched them, shaking his head.

"Ahh!"

"Louder!" Yoongi yelled, kicking HanJae again.

"Stop please..." The man cried, bleeding from every possible place, even Yoongi's shoes had imprints of his blood. "Stop... I- I'm sorry" He groaned in an airy voice.

"I don't care if you're sorry or not. All I wanna do is to see you hurting as much as you hurted that girl for no reason."

"Ahhh!"

Namjoon clicked his tongue, watching Yoongi skillfully torturing the guy, with the equipments he offered HanJae to choose from earlier. It was just them in the room and the loud echoes of cries and beggings for Yoongi to kill him as it would hurt less than this insane torture.

"p-please..." HanJae whispered, almost out of breath, closing his eyes while Yoongi watched him amusedly, "kill me... end this p-please..." he cried.

"Kill you? Really? After what all you did to so many people, you thinking letting you die just like that is worth it? No man, you're staying, and I promise even breathing will hurt you, but I won't let you die."

Yoongi threw the knife aside, clapping the dust away from his hands as Namjoon called some of their men, to take HanJae and make sure to keep him and the pain alive at any cost.

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