── ❝ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵」

❝ 家族親睦会 ;
.FAMILY REUNION ❞

ONCE AGAIN, TAEHYUNG HAD FOUND himself inhaling the cold, stale, metallic air of his warehouse. A half-burnt cigarette hangs loosely from his lips, ashes slowly falling off in clumps as he never tapped them off himself. He sat staring at the man tied up in front of him, completely limp in the flimsy chair he was tied up in. Jung Hoseok, the mastermind behind all of this bullshit. To think, it was just one man who could orchestrate all of this. Taehyung didn't know whether to be impressed or pissed that he had been bested by a single man.

Either way, this thing could come to an end.

Taehyung took another long drag of his cigarette, making his way over to the unconscious, slumped body in the middle of the room. He grabbed the man by the hair, gripping him firmly at the scalp. All in routine, he pressed his lit cigarette to his cheek. A pleasant wake-up in Taehyung's opinion, he could have Jimin perform open-heart surgery in the most inhumane way possible.

Hoseok awoke yelling, eyes snapping open, his once limp body tensed, suddenly alert and very aware of the steering pain in his cheek. "Fuck, man! Get that shit off of me!" The mark left on his skin was easily a second-degree burn that would forever scar his previously flawless skin. His jaw tightened and his eyes flared with anger and pain.

It simmered down a bit when he realized who he was sitting in front of. Anger was replaced with pride, sizing him up and down. "Huh..." He scoffed with a low chuckle rumbling in the base of his chest. "I kinda expected you to be older...and uglier. You're just a kid. Have your balls even dropped yet? I bet you haven't even started growing pubic hair." Leave it to Hoseok to always say the most out-of-pocket shit in the worst of times. It was like he was simply asking to get himself chopped into tiny pieces and fed to the dogs.

Soft giggling could be heard from the two men standing to the far right, huddled together as they try to stifle the laughter that threatens to break from their lips. They're quick to correct themselves when Taehyung's eyes snap over to them. Their lips are sealed, tightly pressed into a thin line while awkwardly clearing their throat.

Taehyung was in no mood to deal with some shitlord fence trying to play his meaningless games to extend whatever little like he had left in his body. "I wouldn't waste your few last breaths with jokes." He opened his hand and Jungkook handed him his brass knuckles. The metal was cold against his palm, but would quickly heat up once it got its first taste of blood. Taehyung slipped his fingers into it and tightened a fist. "I suggest to tell me everything I need to know. At least your death will be merciful."

Hoseok refused to get this far along and suddenly start pissing his pants. His lips twisted upwards. "No...I don't think I will." His pride would get him killed, but who the fuck cares, he won. His family would have more than enough money to be able to live a comfortable life. So screw the King. He looked around. "Where's your favorite bitch? You know it's dangerous to keep your dog off its leash-"

He was actively poking the bear in hopes it would snap at him. And snap he did. Taehyung barely even let him finish when his reinforced fists met the burned flesh of his cheek. Even if not by name, the topic of Karma was not to be played with when a wound was still so fresh.

It was unhinged violence, a repeated assault on the man's face without rhyme or reason. Anxiously, Jimin, Jungkook, and Namjoon shared concerned looks, wary with caution as the thought of stopping him was fleeting. At this rate, he would break the man's jaw, and then how will they ever get information out of him.

By the time Taehyung let up, Hoseok's face was a bruised, bloodied mess. His face was swollen beyond recognition, painted black and blue as his chin dripped in red. All he could taste was the metallic, bitter blood and one of his molars sat on his tongue, knocked loose by Taehyung's brutal fist.

He spat the bloodied molar out into the floor with a sickening splat of blood. Still, he continued to smile, laughing at how easy it was to provoke him into violence. "T-touchy subject?"

Taehyung grabbed him by the jaw, fingers forcing his cheeks to cave inward between his teeth. "How the fuck do you know her?" He was in no mood for games, wanting nothing more than to crush the man's windpipe under his shoe so he can never speak of his love again. Karma never mentioned knowing him. She specifically stated that she had never heard of him before.

"Go fuck yourself." Hoseok spat in his face, blood splatting across Taehyung's cheek. "You think she fucking cares about you? She only cares about what she can get from you. That's just the type of person she is."

Taehyung was ready for him to stop fucking talking. He slammed his bruised fist into Hoseok's face until he heard a crunch. He couldn't tell if it was his nose he had broken or his cheekbone.

"Someone give me the blowtorch." He was done with these petty games. Karma's blatant lie would be put on the back burner. He would deal with that fact later. For now, he simply had to figure out where his diamond was and decide what horrible death he would have him face.

It was a slow, grueling process and Taehyung couldn't say he could particularly enjoyed the smell of burning flesh or the tortured screams of his victim, but he was doing what he must to lay this to rest. Hoseok was stronger than he had ever expected. He had an iron will and grit far beyond some of the ball-less dogs roaming the streets of Korea. In not for the circumstances, Taehyung would have probably employed him.

Hoseok was completely beyond recognition, the definition of body horror. Blood, swelling, bruises, burns. But still, he manages to grasp on to those last, little strands of life he had left in his body. Strangled gasps as he tried to draw in as much air as his body would physically allow him to intake.

"You decide when we stop. All you have to tell me is the location of my diamond and this," he lit the blowtorch once more holding it so that the flame lapped at and burned away his eyelashes, "will end."

"Up...y-your ass."

Even Jimin had to turn away from the disgusting amalgamation of flesh tied to a chair and Taehyung's daft display of violence. He was angry and was taking it out on the helpless mass of meat in front of him.

"Sir..." Jungkook decided he'd be the one to speak out. "You'll kill him at this rate." He stepped forward cautiously reaching out to take the blowtorch from his hands like a wild, captive animal. "Let us do it." He obviously wasn't in the right mental space to be doing this on his own. Distraught by the loss of the only person able to keep him put together, he was falling apart.

His jaw tightened, ready to resist and tell him to fuck off. But Taehyung was smarter than that, he knew if he continued on this path of senseless violence, it would end in him never retrieving his diamond, his beloved, precious diamond, one of a kind.

So Taehyung tossed down the blowtorch and took the bench, stepping away for Jimin and Jungkook to salvage the situation. He placed his hand over his face and sighed in an attempt to recompose himself.

"You think she loves you?!" Hoseok hollered over the towering bodies of his new captors. "Don't be so ridiculous. She'll always go back to him. She'll always choose him. You finally done it, taking her away from him. He's set on taking everything from you now...he is entitled to it."

He's entitled to it for so many reasons. Because despite having everything, Taehyung still tried to take from him what was his, everything he believed Yoongi took from him.

"Get the gasoline." Taehyung ordered. He wanted a bonfire, a light show if you will. "I've heard all I need to hear." It was less about his diamond more than anything else and more about ending this. Hoseok was disposable now, there was no scenario in which he leaves this place alive. Taehyung would prefer he left a pile of ashes.

The tormented screams only lasted for a few minutes before it subsided into nothingness and his larynx burned away and he was physically incapable of doing so or maybe he died long before then. Taehyung couldn't be sure. The flames reflect in his inky eyes as if Hell had finally come to take him and swallow him whole. But his time hadn't come just yet.

It was time to finally put this to rest and have themselves a family reunion.

*.✧ Kᴀʏs Eɴᴅɪɴɢ Nᴏᴛᴇs

Hoseok's dead. Not that big of a character, better than one of the main three dying but still. Fly High homie 😔✊ I kind didn't like you, but you were cool.

Taehyung and Yoongi will be having their reunion soon. Most of you guys figured it out last chapter, but I'm not saying anything until the chapter comes around.

Thank you all for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed and I wish you all a wonderful day/night.

사랑해

~Kay ᕦᶘ ᵒ㉨ᵒᶅᕤ