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Jungkook tucked Jimin under the sheets and kissed his forehead. The older was sleeping like a baby, his chubby cheeks puffy and lips naturally pouty. The endearment Jungkook felt for the man was even beyond him.

He tucked a blonde strand behind his ears and then he was walking out of the door. He needed a closure. He needed to give Jimin the closure he deserved.

He knew he'd find his brother in the Library, so he was headed straight towards the Library.

He knocked the huge mahogany door before inviting himself in. He found his brother sitting on his throne, eyes fleeting across the laptop screen.

"Hyung." Jungkook called out as he walked towards the desk.

Namjoon looked up and smiled, his dimples apparent. "Bun, How are you doing?"

"I'm.. Jungkook drawled out before sheepishly scratching his neck and answering, "I'm great actually."

"I am thinking you have something to tell me?" Namjoon asked, although he was sure what it was about. He could see the twinkle in Jungkook's eyes. Something he never saw before.

"I actually do. Where is Hyungie? I wanted to talk to both of you." Jungkook said as he situated himself in the single sofa infront of the coffee table.

"He's resting in our room. He needs all the rest in the world. The Kidnapping and all the unnecessary chaos that I created has exhausted him." Namjoon said as he stared out towards the garden. He hated every moment When Jin was away physically, but what hurt him the most was Jin emotionally withdrawing from him when he shot Jimin and Jungkook left the mansion. "Anyways, what's happened is in the past. Do you wanna go visit him?" Namjoon asked.

"Visit who?" Jin stood at the door in his crutches.

"We were coming to visit you, my love. Why are you out of your bed?" Namjoon said as he took long strides towards Jin. He helped him walk in and situated him on the couch beside him.

"Joon, you really need to stop fretting. I'm not some weak ass bitch. I'm fine." Jin calmly replied as he leaned his head on his shoulder.

"I know. I'm just..." Namjoon drawled out.

"I'm sorry for my behavior, Joonie. You know how I get when this brat is out of my sight and I have no idea where." Jin pointed at Jungkook who had an expression of disgust and adoration mixed.

"Eww, can you guys be sappy in your room, like I'm sitting right here." Jungkook said as he rolled his eyes.

"Do you even know the amount of stress I've felt for the past weeks, you ungrateful brat?" Jin sent him a murderous glare, to which Namjoon could only chuckle. He knew better than to get in between them.

"Actually, Hyungie. That's what I wanted to talk about to both of you." Jungkook said, his tone turning serious.

"We're listening, Bun." Namjoon replied as he pulled Jin closer to his chest, Jin only nodded.

"I love Jimin."

"What's new about that?" Jin snorted.

Jungkook didn't know he could but he blushed. The red spread from his cheeks to his ears and neck. He knew he was a shade closer to tomato.

"Let him speak babe." Namjoon came to his rescue.

"Jimin and I are together. But I want to give him more than a relationship Hyung. I want to bring him peace. I want to wipe everything out that had caused him pain and scarred his heart. You know what I mean." Jungkook finished as he balled his fists.

Namjoon slowly nodded as he pondered over the words spoken. Of course he knew what Jungkook meant, cause he wanted the same. He wanted to wipe everyone and anyone that laid hands on Jin. And luckily it happened to be the same person that harmed Jimin as well.

"That stinky ass needs to die." Jin stated. "Soon. He has caused enough trouble as it is. I'm not going through another shit he tries putting on my family, King." Jin looked up from his position, straight into Namjoon's eyes. There was conviction and rage dancing in a storm in his eyes. And Namjoon had sworn he'd burn hell and heaven for Jin's happiness.

"This shit show will end very soon, my Queen. I promise you that. One week, and I'll wipe his existence from the face of the planet." Namjoon said with a dark tone as he squeezed Jin's shoulder a tad bit harder.

"Ok then, we'll plan it out with the others. Yoongi and Taehyung are not in the mansion right now, but let's meet here as soon as they come back, yea?" Namjoon directed to Jungkook.

"Ok Hyung." With that Jungkook left the library to see his beloved.

-

"I want to go to the Art room." Jin untangled himself from Namjoon and stood up.

"Are you sure, Jin. You are yet to fully recover. I don't want you taxing yourself." Namjoon protested although he stood up to help Jin walk out.

"I want you there with me. I have so much planned. Damn. I'm so excited." Jin chuckled. A sound so dark and icy cold it could have anyone shivering. Even Namjoon knew not to stop him anymore. This was The Fox. The torturing device that was infamous for its ruthless methods.

They walked hand in hand in the beautiful room.

People usually fears death. The thought of death is unpleasant and everybody tends to avoid even thinking about how they would die, or when. However, death was easy. It was easily attainable. A bullet through the skull, a bus knocking over while crossing the road, heart attack, drug overdose – quick death, easy. But not in this room. Not in the room that was painted with white lilies and blood. This room screamed of death, but death, that wasn't easy. One who knew about this room would prefer to put a bullet between their eyes themselves before entering. Because this room was worse than death. One would beg for death, cause that would seem like the only way to escape, but death was hard to attain here.

Your soul will be ripped out of you agonizingly slowly before you're given the freedom of death.

And Pansy knew that. She knew her fate the moment she was tied to an iron chair in that room weeks ago.

But the actually fear settled heavy on her stomach when she saw a smiling Fox walking in hand in hand with RM.

She was already weak from lack of food and being tied on a chair had already drained her. Not to mention the isolation clawed at her skin. She dreamt of the white lilies turning red and eating at her intestine. However, all that felt like a child's bed time story when she saw the toothy grin on Fox's face. She wanted to scream, but she knew that would only rile up the psychopathic duo so she kept her gaze steady, mouth shut.

"Oh my my. You're actually smart enough to keep quiet, huh? Where did your brain wonder off to when you decided to betray, right under our noses?" Fox walked closer to her and pressed the end of his crutches right on her throat.

"Fox, please. I'm sorry. Just kill me, yea. Get this over with." Pansy crocked out as a tear slipped out of her eyes. Her eyes wondered off to the man she loved, who didn't even spare her a glance. RM was smoking his cigar as he leaned on the cupboard, watching every movement of his fiancé.

"Sorry, are you? That's great. You hear this love? She says she's sorry." Fox screamed at the top of his lungs, like he was announcing some grand event for the entire mansion to hear.

"Let's test how sorry you are." Fox spoke, his voice several octaves lower, almost growling.

"Would you bring me my pliers, love. And, also the scalpel please." Fox called out as he sat on his beautiful pink throne.

"So, here's what we're gonna do to test how sorry you are. I'm gonna use these pliers on you, and you're gonna scream sorry each time. and if you fail to do that within three second, I'm gonna use the scalpel to deepen whatever wound, ok?" Fox explained softly like he was explaining a sum of addition to a toddler.

"Please, Fox." Pansy pleaded when the real panic settled within her bones. However, there was absolutely no mercy when Fox pinched a piece of skin on her thigh and pulled it right out with the pliers - Bits of muscle and blood attached to it.

An ear piercing scream resonated between the walls, but before she could breathe Fox was already counting."

"One.. two...

"Sorry. I'm sorry." Pansy screamed at the top of her lungs, like her life depended on it, because it did.

"Such an obedient little bitch. Ok once more." Fox said as he laughed.

This time he plucked out her toe nails one by one, every time counting till three for her to scream sorry. Of course she missed several times and each time she did miss, Fox stabbed the raw tissues with the scalpel, eliciting shrilling screams.

By the end of it, it was a blood party, mixed with skin and nails. Pansy was panting and writhing on the chair with the amount of pain she was feeling.

"You know, I don't like it when I owe people. You've been here for what, four weeks? Long over due, huh? You're lucky I intend to clear all the debts tonight." Fox muttered as he wiped his bloody hands on his dress pants.

"But I have a question. Why? Why did you choose to betray us?" Fox asked as he tilted his head in a gesture of curiosity. His face as serene as a blue sky.

"Was it money? What is it my darling?"

"Answer me or I'm gonna pull your eyes out with my fingers." Fox seethed, close to her face.

Pansy knew, that wasn't an empty threat. That man was capable of actually doing what he said he'd do. So, she decided to be honest. Maybe that would minimize her punishment before death. Just maybe.

"I-I Lov-love Namjoon. I wan-wanted you gone." Pansy muttered.

"And now I am almost impatient to see you dead." RM muttered lowly from where he stood leisurely. May be he would have sympathized with her if she hadn't laid her hands on Jin and got him abducted, not to mention killed a dozen of his men.

"I'll soon give you the satisfaction love, I promise." Fox said as he walked towards RM and was met half way by the other.

Fox held him by his throat and crashed their lips together. They fought for dominance and eventually Fox gave up, letting RM push his tongue in his own mouth, tasting every corner of the hot cavern. By the time they pulled apart, they were breathless. A string of saliva connected their lips.

"I love you, Kim Seokjin." RM whispered against his lips.

"I love you, Namjoon." He said as he locked his eyes with his captive. Pansy was crying, from her physical pain but more so because she knew she failed. Or maybe she realized she was never going to win against Kim Seokjin, no matter what.

"But my love, can you tell her that?" Fox asked, feigning innocence and giving his best puppy eyes.

RM strode towards their captive and locked his eyes with her.

"Nam-Namjoon. I'm sorry." Pansy sobbed as she saw absolutely no emotion on RM's face.

"I have loved Kim Seokjin ever since I knew love. And I'll keep loving him even after my death. I'll find him in another life and love him. It's always him and no one else."

Namjoon stated with sincerity. Each and every word that he spoke, he meant it.

"I think she needs receipt though." Fox clapped his hands like a kid excited to get candies.

Pansy shivered at the chilly tone of Fox, scared shitless.

Fox pulled out his butterfly knife out of his waist band and sat again on the chair in front of her.

He untied one of her hands and pulled it towards himself with one hand, his other hand holding the knife.

"Fox, please. Noooo. Kill me. I beg you." Pansy cried as he tried to wriggled out of the death grip, but in vain.

"I know you're in a hurry babe. I'll print the receipt real quick, ok? Or carve it." Fox giggled as he started pushing the knife onto her wrist.

NAMJOON BELONGS TO SEOKJIN

Fox carved it on her arms, drawing streams of blood from all the deep cuts.

Pansy was dizzy, her head spinning with all the blood loss and pain. She was sure several major nerves were severed in her wrist.

"Let me go." She muttered, barely above whisper.

"Soon, little bitch. Really. I have a tiny adjustment to make and then you can fly to your sweet sweet heaven ok?" Fox said as he came impossibly close to her face.

Before Pansy could even comprehend what was happening to her, another searing pain wrecked her body. It travelled from her eyes through her spine to her entire body.

Fox slit open her eyelid on her left eye, so that she couldn't close her eyes. Blood and tears cascaded down her eyes and face. A sight horrific to witness. She screamed and tried to trash her head, only to realize two strong hands were holding her head. RM was holding her steady, making it impossible to move.

Fox did the same to her other eyes.

All she wanted was for death to consume her.

"Time for the final show babe. Whoohoo." Fox hooted like it was some festival.

RM moved closer to Fox and held him by his waist and pulled him closer. They kissed like it was their first and last kiss. A filthy kiss, tongue and teeth, saliva running down their chin.

When they parted, panting, RM pulled his glock out and handed it over to Fox.

Fox planted a chasted kiss on RM's lips as he grinned like a cheshire cat, and without even sparing a glance at the captive, pulled the trigger. Once, Twice and Thrice.

And soon he was humping on the leg that was between his legs for some friction, hands pulling at the dark strands of the younger.

Pansy slowly ebbed away to the site of The King and The Queen hungry for each other. 

A/N 

I KNOW , I KNOW.. LONG OVER DUE. I'M SORRY. UNI SUCKS AND MY LIFE SUCKS EVEN HARDER. 

I HAVE MY EXAMS GOING ON. TWO PAPERS DOWN, SIX MORE TO GO. BUT I DON'T KNOW....I FELT LIKE WRITING. SO YEAH. 

ALSO HAPPY FESTA Y'ALL. HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY. LET'S CELEBRATE 20 AND 30 AND BEYOND. BECAUSE WE LOVE THE BOYS. 

UNTILL NEXT TIME, SPREAD LOVE. LOVE YOURSELF.