Taehyung POV

"Answer me god dammit."

I continued to stare straight ahead, not bothering to say anything when I knew they wouldn't listen to me or even believe me.

I spat out the blood that had been collecting in my mouth and glared at the motherfucker that had been sucker punching me in the face for the past hour, screaming at me with all sorts of questions I didn't understand.

It was all so damn frustrating, being tied to a chair forced to sit and listen to this bullshit when all I wanted to do was make sure that Jungkook was safe and okay.

I hadn't seen him since he was shot at the gala, mainly because I had been hit with something at the back of my head when I ran out after the shooter, only to be woken up several hours later according to this motherfucker, with accusations of betrayal shoved down my throat and I had absolutely no idea why they would think that I had something to do with the damn shooting,

"It all fits together now. The sudden poisoning he had when you were the only one touching his meals, and now conveniently, he happens to get shot when you were supposed to be guarding him." the fucker said making me narrow my eyes at him.

Poisoned?

I knew he said he had been poisoned a while back, but that was months ago, when I wasn't even here. What the hell was this assface even saying?

"We know he didn't just get sick out of the blue. You were the only one near him during that time."

Realization crossed my features when what he was saying finally dawned upon me. That time, Jungkook hadn't caught a fever, he was poisoned again. That's why he didn't want anyone touching his meals but me. Which meant he trusted me, he knew it wasn't me.

He knew, but did he believe that now?

I ignored the asshole in front of me as he continued to rant on about how he should rip my insides out as punishment for my betrayal, not that I was even listening to him, because now, my mind was running with all sorts of thoughts.

Someone definitely wanted him dead but who?

I narrowed my eyes as I tried to analyze all the people I have met since I took this job which was pointless since I hardly ever left the mansion and the times that I did, I was always stuck to his side watching him, hardly the people around him.

I felt like slapping myself for being so unobservant, if I had paid even the slightest of attention, maybe I would have picked up on something. Someone would have definitely stood out.

"Are you even listening to me you bitch." He snarled, snapping me out of my thoughts as I looked up at him.

"It's hard to comprehend anything coming out of the mouth of someone with the brain the size of a peanut." I replied and smirked.

He clenched his teeth and backhanded me causing my head to snap to one side. I heard some sort of zinging go off in the distance as I closed my eyes for brief second due to the sudden pain exploding in my head.

I opened them only to see him balling his hand in a fist, ready to punch me yet again and I braced myself for the pain, only to see his had stopping just inches from my face, being held in another hand.

"That's enough. You were not given permission to touch him." Said a voice as I turned my head to look into Jin's eyes as he held the man's fist in a tight grip.

"Permission? Are you kidding me? He's hurt the young master whom you preach to love like a brother and you have the nerve to stand there and talk to me about permission!" He replied as he spat on the floor just in front of Jin.

"You've been loyal to Jungkook all these years and that's the only thing that's keeping me from blowing out your brains right now." He said as he squeezed his grip on the man's hand and I swear I heard his bones crack causing the man to wince.

"But speak to me like that again and I won't be as merciful. Do you understand?" He asked squeezing a bit harder.

"Yes Sir." The man replied and Jin shoved him away, causing the man to stumble and hold his wrist as he glared at me who smirked back at him.

"Now get the fuck out and pray you haven't broken a bone on his body or I swear to god I'll be sending your innards to your family." Jin said and I watched the man look at me once more before he turned and walked out of the dungeon.

I turned my head and looked at Jin who looked back at, looking at me from head to toe as if he was analyzing me.

" I didn't do it" I said causing him to sigh as he reached inside his blazer and took out a knife. I watched as he walked behind me and began cutting the rope.

"I know. I just thinking of how you look like shit." He replied making me roll my eyes even though he couldn't see it.

I held my wrists and rubbed them slightly , feeling the blood return to them as I did do, watching as he cut the rope around my legs.

"How is he?" I asked as he stood up and placed the knife back in the pocket of his blazer.

"He's still out of it due to the pain meds. Thankfully the bullet didn't hit anything vital and they managed to remove it without any harm." He said as he watched me making me feel so self conscious about my self for some reason.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked as I looked away from his gaze and tried to figure out just where I was.

"That is one nasty ass bruise on your face." He replied making me snap my head in his direction.

"Do you ever take anything seriously?" I asked as I shook my head.

"Where's the fun in that?" He replied as he turned and walked up the stairs.

I sighed and followed him out of the dungeon as he made his way to my room making me widen my eyes.

Was I here this whole time?

I shook my head at the thought and stood outside my room door. I turned to face Jin, knowing he wanted to say something. He could play the I don't give a shit game all he wanted but I knew he was scared shitless as I was when Jungkook was shot right in front of me. I had never ever felt that type of fear before in my life.

"Wash up and go see him. He asked for you twice when he was under." Jin replied to which I nodded and thanked him.

I opened the door and made my way towards the bathroom. I stripped out of my clothing and stood under the shower. I felt a slight stinging due to the hot water, in the places where bruises had formed, and leaned my head against the wall as I let the water soothe my aching muscles.

I closed the tap after what felt like hours and grabbed a towel. I tied it around my waist and stepped out of the shower and walked to the mirror. I wiped away some of the steam on the mirror and looked at my reflection.

God, that really was a nasty ass bruise.

I shook my head and walked into my room. I dried myself off and dressed in simple black sweatpants and a white v neck shirt. I dried my hair with the towel and slumped back against the bed letting out a sigh. I suddenly felt so exhausted as I laid there. I knew I had to get up and go see Jungkook, but for some reason, the bed felt so oddly comfortable and I found my eyes slowly closing against my will, with one last thought on my mind..

I will find the fucker that hurt you Jungkook and make him pay.