Truth Between Us ??

Chapter - 43

Taehyung stepped forward again, slow and measured, never breaking eye contact. "What's wrong, uncle?" he asked, voice taunting. "Didn't expect things to fall apart so soon?"

Wonsung's jaw twitched. He masked it quickly, but Taehyung saw the crack.

"Things are far from falling apart, dear nephew." Wonsung snapped his fingers, and his men hoisted Jungkook up.

Jungkook struggled, thrashing in their grip, but they held him firm.

With a lazy smirk, Wonsung reached forward and ripped the cloth from Jungkook's mouth. "Any final words you'd like to say to him?"

Jungkook's eyes darkened. Without a second thought, he spat—right in Wonsung's face.

The room fell into a sharp silence. And Taehyung tried to fight off the grin.

Wonsung froze for a second before his expression twisted in rage. Slowly, he wiped the spit off his cheek, his nostrils flaring.

And then, with a vicious swing, he slapped Jungkook across the face. A loud crack echoed through the room.

Taehyung surged forward, but the guards were faster. They grabbed him, yanking his arms back, forcing him down.

"You fucking coward!" Taehyung snarled, struggling against their grip.

Wonsung turned back to Jungkook, shaking his head. "You fool. Your stupid, foolish bravery is going to get you killed."

Jungkook, panting, lifted his head. His lip was split, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth, but his glare remained unwavering. "Then do it," he spat. "Let's see how long you last after that."

Wonsung clicked his tongue. "You still don't get it, do you?" He turned to one of his men. "Take him away."

Taehyung's blood turned to ice.

The two guards holding Jungkook began dragging him toward the door.

Taehyung thrashed violently. "No! No, you fucking bastard—!" His struggles only made the guards tighten their hold, one of them landing a brutal punch to his ribs. The impact sent him to his knees, a sharp groan ripping from his throat.

Jungkook fought back just as wildly. "Let me go! Taehyung!" His voice was raw, desperate. "TAEHYUNG!"

Wonsung watched in amusement as Jungkook was dragged outside, his screams still ringing through the lodge. Then as more men swarmed inside, Wonsung with a maddening glint in his eyes told them, "Finish him off,"

And with he walks out. Outside, a black car waited. Jungkook was shoved into the backseat, arms still restrained. The two guards climbed in beside him, pressing him down.

Wonsung slid into the front seat, adjusting his cuffs before nodding at the driver. "Drive."

As the car lurched forward, he glanced back at Jungkook through the rearview mirror.

"You're still alive because of your father," he mused. "I still have business with him, after all." He smirked. "Should've just said your final words to your lover while you had the chance."

Jungkook's eyes blazed with fury.

"You fucking bastard," he seethed, thrashing violently against his captors.

Wonsung only chuckled. "Struggle all you want, kid. It won't change anything."

Jungkook's breathing was heavy, raw emotion burning through his veins. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms.

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Jungkook was gone.

The realization sent a bolt of rage through Taehyung's body like fire searing through his veins.