Young Writers Society

Jeon Jungkook was knocking on the door as The Swan expected. He sighed at the interruption and wasted no time wiping off the friendly aura he carried about in his day job. He had to leave any traces of kindness behind to keep himself on top in the world. Being a nice guy got you nothing. Any kindness he had died the day of the warehouse fire.

“Wait until I say,” he bellowed.

“Yes, sir,” Jungkook said timidly on the other side of the door.

He sat a minute to let his face enjoy the cool air of the room before pulling on his mask. He hated the stifling thing but he needed it, it was annoying but better for him in the long run, better than keeping makeup or other coverings on his face.

“Come in,” He finally said. The door opened slowly as Jungkook shuffled in, head down.

“Your men almost killed them my sources say,” he sighed grimly. Jungkook was shaking, unsure of what to say. “I have pictures of the car, I was given copies of the footage they took, it’s not good…”

Jungkook stood silently. “Do you have anything to say?” The Swan asked.

“I’m so-” Jungkook started in response before The Swan stood suddenly throwing his scalding coffee onto him. Jungkook screamed, flailing to try and dry himself.

“I gave you a simple instruction! Lead them off! I told you they would be watching, you were supposed to get out undetected, not send backup after them! That was supposed to be the last result, they were lost after figuring out you were onto them!” The Swan screamed angrily.

Jungkook was silently standing in pain. “There is nothing you can say,” The Swan said with disgust. “Clean yourself up.”

Jungkook nodded and began to make his way out of the room before The Swan interrupted him.

“And clean up your actions, I will not be so kind next time…” he growled. Jungkook left the room without a word.

The Swan smiled to himself. He couldn’t help but love how pitifully obedient his men were. He tisked at the mess on the floor of his office. He pressed the intercom button for his secretary.

“Come in and clean this mess, now!” he demanded. “And bring me a new cup of coffee.”

The secretary came in moments later and he watched with his smile hidden at the woman bending to clean his mess for him. Things were going so well and were only going to get better. There was only one thing getting in the way-Taehyung.

He knew exactly what he was up to. The young idiot didn’t realize he had the entire house he lived in covered with surveillance and bugs that recorded everything. He saw him get into Minjun’s room and go on his computer. With further digging, he found out he was searching for him on the internet. Luckily Minjun arrived before he could find more. He hid his true identity and business from Taehyung for his whole life since he had taken him off the street, but he was bound to hear something at some point, he could only remain oblivious for so long.

From then on he had new locks installed on Minjun’s bedroom door and demanded that he carried his laptop with him at all times.

One thing bothered him, however. Now that he could prevent Taehyung from learning more at the moment, what was Taehyung going to do with the information that he had found? He was going to have to assure that the answer was nothing…

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Taehyung walked down the dark street with the weight of an elephant on his mind. He was so happy spending time with Jimin, but that distraction only lasted until he was once again alone in his car.

There was no way he would ever hurt Jimin, ever. Why was The Swan so evil, especially towards the Park family? He already paralyzed Jimin’s father years ago, how much more of punishment could The Swan want, and for what? He needed to find out more. He had tried earlier in the day to sneak back into Minjun’s room but the key didn’t work, it seemed the locks were changed… Was The Swan onto him?

He had looked around for cameras but couldn’t find anyway, so either he was paranoid or The Swan had really hidden devices within the house. He pulled out his phone and tried to search him but it was still blocked. Could he go to the library and have some luck?

He felt positive now that he possibly had a way to find more. He wanted to know exactly what The Swan was involved with and how recent. The walk really helped clear his head.

He turned around and started to head back to his house when he heard feet behind him on the pavement. He whipped around and was puzzled to find no one there. He stayed still for a moment and then proceeded to continue on his way home. A few moments later he heard running steps behind him and before he could turn around there was an explosion in his head.

He was nearly blinded by the blow, unable to focus. What was going on? He had no time to register before he was kicked full force into his stomach. The air in his body left instantly and he was left wheezing. Was this what it felt like to be struggling for life?

The man stopped and gave Taehyung a moment to catch his breath and realize the situation at hand. There was already blood dripping down Taehyung’s head when he slowly looked up to identify his attacker. He stared up into the man’s large doe eyes filled with cold blood but there was no recognition.

“Who-o a-are y-y-you?” Taehyung stammered out, tears leaving his eyes from the pain. It took everything in him no not throw up from the pain in his head.

“Jeon Jungkook. You need to watch yourself, don’t forget your place…” he said darkly. He squatted down and squished Taehyung’s cheeks with an iron grip. Taehyung struggled but was met by a slap that left him reeling over, face down on the pavement.

“This is your one warning from The Swan. You don’t need to do anything or shift your focus. Do only what he says, nothing more, nothing less.”

Taehyung whimpered quietly, curling up into a helpless ball. Jungkook laughed at Taehyung’s pathetic position.

“Why are you his prize? I’ve known of you for years, studied you from afar and I still don’t understand it at all. The Swan chooses the strongest, cruelest men, yet he picks you up, can groom you into the ultimate heir, and yet you’re just so…” He says before he kicks Taehyung’s stomach full force once more. Taehyung was wheezing trying to breathe the air that had been knocked out of him. “Soft…” Jungkook chuckled.

Jungkook took one last look at Taehyung before he spat on him and strutted off. Jungkook got off his strength over the other. He obtained some of his dignity back that The Swan took every day of his life.

Taehyung laid on the sidewalk for what felt like hours, trembling in pain and fear. After a while, he heard a gasp and steps run towards him. “Sir, are you okay?!” The woman asked full of concern.

The woman bent down to see Taehyung but Taehyung couldn’t muster up the strength to reply. He was crushed and beaten on the outside, but his heart took the brunt of the beating. Any hope that he had begun to have was diminishing by the second. What was he going to do? He couldn’t focus anymore before everything went black.