Hoseok POV

This night out was exactly what I needed plus it was easier to watch Taehyung and y/n with everyone around us. Yoongi was sitting with me in a private booth, he was watching Taehyung like a hawk. He wasn't too sure that Jimin and Jungkook could keep an eye on him but they were doing fine.

"Easy Yoongi, they won't let anything happen to him."

"I know, I just wish I could be near him. Don't you want to be near y/n?"

Yoongi wasn't exactly wrong as much as I wanted to see y/n I had to keep my distance. I don't know what my father could be up to, crowds don't stop him from making a point. He wouldn't give a damn about an audience. I looked over and instanly became annoyed, y/n was sitting with Jin-hyung at the bar. It's not that I hate him, he's only some snooty wannabe detective who swore I had something to do with Miyori's disappearence. Anyone that knows me knows she was my first friend when I came back to Gwanju after my mother's death.

Y/n and Jin were laughing and giggling, I could hear his loud laughter from my booth. As much as I wanted to be irritated I couldn't give it away that it was making me jealous. Which it was. Instead I decided to have a waitress get me and Yoongi more drinks, maybe that would calm us down. She came back with a bottle of sake and tequila. Y/n glanced over at me a couple of times but I just waved it off, but I swore someone else was staring at her, it was just an odd feeling I had.

When I looked up to see how Taehyung was doing with Jimin and Jungkook I dropped my glass. Two men in all black were slowly stalking their way over towards Taehyung, one with sandy hair the other with dark hair. I tapped Yoongi's shoulder as light as I could hoping he wouldn't get too loud.

"What's wrong Hobi?" He asked with slurred words.

"We have to get to the second floor now, I think Wonho and Minhyuk are back for Taehyung." I motion my eyes up towards them and he sees them too, he gives me a nod.

"Jennie, we'll be right back okay? Watch y/n, she's at the bar with someone."

Jennie rolled her eyes but I knew she was going to do what I asked anyway. That's just how our friendship became over the past few months. I called her whenever I needed her, and she did the same and it was comfortable. We pushed past the sweaty bodies of people and finally reached the stairs, Yoongi bolted up ahead of me and ran up to both of the men, Taehyung who clearly recognized the men was frozen in his spot.

"Aw come now Taehyung, are you really going to act like we didn't take good care of you?" The sandy-haired man said in a sick tone, it could literally make you want to puke.

"Y-you didn't take care of me Wonho, you guys abused me! Raped me! Took something from me that I can't give to the person I may fall in love with!" Taehyung screamed at them with tears in his eyes glancing at Yoongi.

"I think you two may want to leave. You upset him." Yoongi tried to stay calm but I know all he wanted to do was hug Taehyung, but Jungkook and Jimin have that covered as they stand protectively in from of him.

"Eh, he cried more realistic tears after I tore his ass up." Minhyuk said. I wanted to puke.

Yoongi's fist balled then collided with Minhyuk's jaw, then it was a full battle upstairs, I wasn't going to let Yoongi fight alone. Wonho tried to punch Yoongi in the back of the head but I punched him, blood spewed from his the corner of his mouth. He looked at me and came running at me with a blade, a smirk plastered on my face.

It's Hobi's time to play.

I let Wonho close the distance between us, dodging his failed attempts to cut me with the knife. With every swing he took I was able to turn it back to him so he cut himself. Every time I looked at Yoongi he was on top of Minhyuk, laying blow after blow to his face. Yoongi is typically the more sane one out of us, but when you mess with someone that's his, he no longer gives a fuck.

Minhyuk didn't know that Wonho was over here losing a lot of blood from how many times I made him cut himself. He was kneeling on the floor clutching at his arm and trying to get to his comrade.

"Agust, fall back." I sternly say to Yoongi and he gets off of Minhyuk. His hands were decorated in blood that I knew wasn't his own.

We watched as Wonho tried to help Minhyuk up, both were stumbling. I smirked at our display, the blood illuminated under the purple light of the club. I walked over towards the two pieces of trash and look them in the eyes.

"Tell boss Jung that his son sends his love,"

Wonho's eyes widened. "Y-you're the boss' son? Jung Hanseon is your father?"

"I wouldn't call him much of a father, but you're god damn right. Jung Hoseok, thanks for letting me make you bleed." I took my finger and wiped off some of his blood from the knife then licked it clean. "If you come back near Kim Taehyung..." I whisper slightly. "I won't hesitate to kill you, along with my friend Agust there. Now get out of my sight."

Wonho scurried as fast he could given the injuries dealt to him and Minhyuk. I turned my attention back towards Yoongi who was now back to himself and looking for Taehyung. Jimin and Jungkook came from behind the upstairs bar with a shook Taehyung, Yoongi immediately went and wrapped his arms around him.

"I thought they were going to take me again." Taehyung brokenly whispered against him.

"Not today. Never again. I promise you that Taehyung."

I felt a tug at my heart, Yoongi and Taehyung have an understanding. No games with how they feel, I can't promise y/n any of that because of what happened with Miyori and now that I know she killed Mizuki.

I don't know what's worse though, the fact that she doesn't trust me enough to tell me what she did, or how she can go on acting as if that girl wasn't her friend before I came around. Hobi didn't care either way. He was going to make her admit to it sooner or later.

I descended back down the stairs but as I was going down I saw Jin lean forward into y/n. I could have sworn that he smiled at me as he kissed her cheek. My blood boiled sure, but I had to act as if I didn't see anything with the arrival of Wonho and Minhyuk who knows who else is working for my father at this moment.

***
Back At The House

Everyone was drunk out of their minds. They all headed to the new apartment I found, except me. I went back to my now empty apartment, I couldn't believe that I had to leave everything behind because of my power hungry father. I heard rustling in the living room and I figured it was someone coming to get me since I had been here for over two hours.

"Well, you caused quite a mess at the club earlier didn't you son."

Drunk or not my instinct to fight kicked in. He laughed at me and raised his hands.

"I don't want to hurt you son. I just want the Kim family to give me what they owe me, and I just want to save you from yourself. You could end up hurting y/n with your dark intentions."

Was he really trying to compare me to him? "I'm nothing like you, I would never hurt y/n."

"I would hate for that poor girl to go through what Ms. Lee went through. That girl you were always with what was her name? Ah Miyori. Poor girl taken from home because she was infatuated with Jung Hoseok."

Anger boiled throughout my body. "You had something to do with her disappearance?! I thought my friend had left me because of you! Where is she?!"

"Oh she was going to leave you if I had a say. Where she is you could never reach, and I advise you tell Kim Taehyung to marry, or I'll have to do the same to your precious Kim Y/n."

He turned and walked away but stopped in the doorway.

"Don't think you moving is going to stop me from finding you either son. It didn't stop me from finding your mother."

This has hit a level way past just him losing money. He likes to kill and destroy lives, I needed y/n to be honest with me about everything or I can't protect her. I can't fail her too, I have to protect her unlike what I failed to do with Miyori.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Yeah, it's me. I don't need another favor I just need you to meet me at the new apartment."

"This better be important Hoseok, I don't come out for just anyone."

"It will be, thanks."

I hang up the call and sprint my way out the door to my car and hope that I can make it. I was speeding, but not to where I'd get arrested. I needed to get to y/n, speaking of my phone started ringing and she was calling me. My phone dropped on the floor of the passenger's seat and so busy worried about answering her call I didn't see the truck in front of me...