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From all the ways taehyung thought he would die, he didnt think the sociopath would be so boring. being fed to pigs or thrown out of a plane were far more interesting then being tortured in the basement, and yet there he was, on a chair hancuffed while a sociopath was beating him half to dead. Atleast he didnt hurt his face.
The knifes came out a hour ago, taehyung smiled when he saw them, how nostalgic. The sociopath was about to cut his arteries when the door swinged open and gunfire was heard, he looked in the monster’s eyes just when a bullet went between his eyes. It was quiet for three breaths, and then taehyung heard laughter,after a while he noticed it was him laughing. who would laugh seeing his father being shot in his head, taehyung abrubtly stopped laughing.
He was safe.
It was the FBI who found him and shot his father, the infamous serial killer called the butcher. The butcher was a well known hit man with his own killing syndicate, and taehyung being his only son would have been the heir to the family bussiness. Why his own father wanted him death? Many reasons.
The FBI took him in and made a deal with him, he will tell them all the information he knew to get his fathers friends and in return he would get a new life and protection.
Taehyung accepted. He would give them all the information they wanted, the unimportant ones at least they wouldn’t know the diffrence anyway. there were a lot of people more dangerous then his father after all, no need to make more enemies. It took them 3 days to get him everything he wanted and needed before they let him go with a warning.
“dont turn out like your dad, kid.” taehyung just scoffed and turned around and left. He had three choices.
One, go to japan where his mother’s family was, they would take care of him. But in return he would have to join the yakuza. He just escaped his father so how could he go and join the nikimura’s then?.
Two, go to new york and find uncle nico of the sicilian mafia, he used to be a good friend of his mother and the mafia there was in a bad relationship with the korean syndicate. But again... he would have to join the mafia then.
Three, ...the one he was leaning most too, he was dangerous but he wouldn’t kill him with no reason. He walked to a phone booth and pressed the numbers he knew without thinking much. The phone ringed 5 times before he heard something. “what” he heard. taehyung forgot his voice was like this he took a big breath before he said “yoongi hyung, its me... he is dead”.