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part twelve summary : jisoo reunites with her brother, taeyong discovers club Queen of Hearts, taehyung visits his friends in neo culture technology ( nct ). taeyong and namjoon makes anexample out of bonhwa.

ship: ot8

warning: strong use of language, adult theme, sexual content, triggering topics, nut worthy content, gore, torture scene, blood, violence

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Previously on House of Cards :

" hi, jisoo! sorry about the blood on your face."

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"You're gonna be okay, baby" namjoon said, holding her close.

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"I saw a purple dress with your name on it." Jin said, pulling her along.

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"Do you know a man name Bon Hwa?"

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"Look, I just wanna see my mother...."

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"Thank you, Jungkook-ssi, for taking care of her."

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"Unlucky for me, he wants you alive...you're coming with me."

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The time was 8:30 PM. The night was cold and clear. The air blew silently and gently.

Namjoon watched as guests entered his mansion in fancy closes. Ranging from rich people to politicians from America Japan, China and even London.

Bangtan was known for their charitable work with UNICEF and other organizations that deal with child abuse, homelessness and many others.

"I never understood rich people." A voice brought him out of his thoughts.

Namjoon looked beside him and saw Taeyong standing next to him at the top of his staircase, in an all black suit. His hair was neatly slicked back and his tattoos on his hands were on full display.

"They only donate for bragging rights." He continued. "Nothing is sincere anymore."

Namjoon quietly chuckled. He was absolutely right. But at least this money is going to a good cause.

He always felt like he was playing Robin Hood. Considering the fact of his secret occupation.

One good deed couldn't replace the blood on his hands but it's a start, right?

"Um, boss?" A man said, making them turn. It was one of Namjoons men/soldier. "Xiaolin is here. He's waiting for you in the meeting room."

Namjoon sighed. He turned to Taeyong with a blank face. "Showtime, right?"

"Yup."

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"Who are you?"

"Come on, Mark. You know it's me, kid."

Earlier that same day, Taehyung decided to pay a visit to some friends in Daegu. A place where he and Hoseok usually get their explosives from.

Neo Culture Technology or NCT wasn't a gang, by all means.

Did they teach younger kids how to make certain things and explosives, sure. But what they did with that information is totally up to them.

It's also where Bangtan get a lot of their explosives made.

NCT were neutral grounds when it came to gangs but they knew who to do business with.

Waiting for about 3 seconds, the glass door to the fancy facility slid open.

Taehyung walked in, taking off his shades and placing them in his back pocket.

A tallish man with a sharp jawline and styled red hair immediately walked up to him. He was wearing a lab coat and specs on the bridge of his nose.

"Taehyung....long time, no see, eh?" He said, pursing his lips a little.

"Taeyong hyung, always a pleasure to see you again." Taehyung said, flashing a fake smile.

To which he rolled his eyes at. Sarcastic fuck.

"Come on, I know what you're here for." He said, gesturing him to follow behind.

The two walked passed the well furnished lobby and to the elevators. The NCT leader pressed the descending button and waited for the doors to slide open.

Once it did, the two walked in and Taeyong pressed the underground floor button. Which took them straight into their underground lab.

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"As you can see, Mark, here, developed a remote controlled c4 bomb."

Taehyung leaned on the large metal table and watched as Taeyong and one of his younger members, Mark Lee, show him a small looking bomb that packs enough power to take down an entire small building.

"With this here, you can be as far away as you possibly can because the signal to the bomb, itself, is unlimited." Mark explained, showing him the one button detonator.

It was black and sleek. The button was light blue.

"Of course, I imagine you wanted more than one, so I went ahead and connected these 7 more to this detonator."

"So that instead of one kaboom, you get 7 kabooms at the same time." Taeyong added. "I like the name for it, its fitting."

"What's the name?" He asked, looking at Mark.

"I named it Cherry Bomb." Mark smirked proudly. "Because when it explodes, its bright red and its designed to look like a pac man cherry."

Taehyung looked at him weirdly, making him clear his throat and cease to smile.

"Ahem, anyways....I will go get the case."

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"Hello, Tae Honda....We see each other again."

In a big, well furnished room of the Kim Estate, Bangtan, The Yakuza and The Triad leaders all grouped on as the party went on below them.

They all sat down at a poker table with some of their men behind them.

Yuta and a few of Tae's men stood behind him.

Jimin sat at the bar that was in the far left of the room while Yoongi and Hoseok stood behind Namjoon.

Xiaolin had a good amount of his men in the room too.

He had a smug look on his face as he rubbed his hairy, aging face. His hair was dark brown and slicked back and he was wearing an all red suit.

"Wish I could say the same thing for you, Xiaolin." Tae mumbled, blowing smoke from his lips.

"Hmmmm...." he hummed, moving his glance at Namjoon. "Why am I not surprised....Korean Mafia working with The Yakuza behind our back, that's terrible leadership moves, Kim."

"And I suppose shooting up a club isn't bad enough?" He retaliated.

But the Chinese boss didn't back down. He just crossed his arms and leaned further back into his chair.

"It interest me as to why you and your men were there." He said, sarcastically. He looked at Taeyong with squinted eyes. "I mean....I was under the impression that since you two are allied, you would know about the club."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh...he didn't tell you?" Xiaolin pretended to be shocked.

Namjoon glared at him while Tae looked genuinely confused.

"Ask yourself, you're a smart man, Honda.....why would Bangtan care about a club? It must not be the club or whatever....but who was in it, is what they really care about."

Tae quickly glanced at Namjoon before looking back at him.

Xiaolin shrugged nonchalantly, "then again, if I was a real partner, I wouldn't be keeping secrets from my partner."

"Funny you say that, now." Taeyong said, forming a smirk on his face. "Because...as anyone, even Namjoon, knows nothing gets passed me.

"Although, the club is news to me....I already know a lot to know I still trust him over you anyday."

He paused, flicking ashes into a crystal ashtray.

"Personal affairs and business don't often mix....but we believe in working with openness and honor." He continued. "You give us the respect and honor we deserve, we will treat you the same way.....you run your business without honor and that is the reason why we cannot coexist."

"You claim you want control but at what cost? The small hundreds of your men die at the hands of thousands of my and Namjoon's men....tsk, dumb move."

Xiaolin narrowed his eyes at Taeyong as he blew out a long line of smoke towards his face.

He was always a sore loser. He wanted things his way and to win this, Namjoon had to think of his next words precisely. It was like a chess game and Namjoon was a master chess player.

Taeyong and Xiaolin were playing right in front of him. And right now, Taeyong had the upper hand.

All it took was one bad insult for Taeyong to lose his round. And Xiaolin would be on top, for now.

"You're sister....Jisoo." he suddenly said.

Namjoon looked at the Yakuza leader as Taeyongs eyes snapped up at him.

This was that one bad move. Now, it was all how he reacted to it.

"She's a gorgeous young woman." Xiaolin continued as one of his men started placing down photos of her on the table.

Taeyong frowned, looking at some of them.

There was one where she was dressed in pajamas, walking down the street with a friend.

One where she was crossing the street to a marker place, another one where she was entering a luxurious looking club during the night.

He had a large number of picture of Jisoo.

"This ones my favorite." He said, picking up a picture and showing it to them.

It was a picture of Jisoo....Sleeping?!

The picture had to be taken from inside of her home as she slept. What the fuck?

"Shes very pretty in this one."

Jisoo was his weakness. The only people who knew that was Yongguk and Namjoon. And the fact that this man found his sister and had people follow her for a while, it angered Taeyong.

He wanted to paint the walls with his blood and use his head as a Jack-o-lantern.

Namjoon looked at him, a bit nervous of what he was gonna do. Yoongi and Hoseok watched on, anticipated on his next choice of words.

Taeyong let out a soft scoff before setting the picture down.

He looked at him with a straight face, folding his arms. "You haven't asked about your assistant or your guard, Xiaolin.....where are they?"

Xiaolin frowned a little. What was he talking about?

But Taeyong kept his poker face up. "You sent them off to get cigars, don't you remember?"

He waved his hand behind him, signalling one of his men.

Then, two guards came in wheeling two big wheel barrels in. Xiaolin watched as they sat the wheel barrels right next to the table.

Looking up closer, the tops were seeping through with blood. And it looked like gallons.

"Did you know that the average humans has 1.5 gallons of blood in their system?" He asked rhetorically. "That's 5.5 liters filled....40% of that gone and you're dead."

Taeyong slapped the top of the blood seeping barrel with a small smile on his face. "These barrels are about...I'd say, maybe a gallon."

His face turning red with rage, he looked at him as he continued to mock him.

"Which is why its overflowing, huh? Well...I can assure you, it's not just blood that's in here."

"What did you do, you sick bastard?"

"I'm making an example." Taeyong said, angrily. "And Namjoon here was nice enough to let me do just that in here, sorry to Jin. I know how he feels about his carpets."

"By all means," Namjoon said, standing up. "In fact, since we are all in a teaching mood, Jimin...if you will."

Jimin smirked as he stood up from his chair and walked over to the door. He signaled for someone and in came two more guards with a man in a blue suit, gagged and bounded. Jimin pushed the man on the floor as he kept trying to yell.

"This....I found earlier, tried to kill me and my right hand man, Yoongi here." Namjoon said, walking over to him. "He says you paid him to put this lovely bomb under my car and have it send me to an early grave."

He held up a silver sphere with a red light on it. Namjoon yanked the guys head back, pulling his bag off and stuffing the circular bomb into his mouth before putting the gag back on.

"Hoseok, has the remote." He said. "Now, for years, we have been trying to keep a cordial relationship with each other but you disrespect me by going behind my back and stealing from not only me but my livelihood....now you tell me, did I really make a bad move?"

"Wow!" Taeyong interjected, laughing. "And I thought I had problems, Xiao, you are making enemies with the wrong people."

Xiaolin yelled out, slamming his fist on the table, making his men all point their guns at them.

Which caused a chain reaction as Namjoons men and Taeyongs men pointed their guns at them.

The silence thickened as the moment went on. Everyone's guards were up as this could be turned into a shootout right then and there.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Xiao." Taeyong taunted. "Remember, Hoseok has the detonator. You shoot him, this place blows. With all of us in it."

Xiaolin growled, knowing he's right.
He couldn't afford that to happen. Some other day but not now. So he said something in Chinese and his men lowered their weapons.

Which everyone else followed along.

"Well, with that being said, I don't wanna be the only one without a party trick." Taeyong said. "Yuta, have them bring in that skinny fuck."

Yuta nodded and walked into another door that was next to the bar.

Two of Tae's guards them proceeded to cover the carpet and couch in plastic and another brought in two cases of what it seemed to be torture devices.

Yuta came back from the room, pushing a man in nothing but a silk robe and speedos in. He was sweaty, his mouth was gagged and his arms tied behind him as he fell on the floor.

Namjoon and the others recognized him as Bon Hwa, the rapist store owner.

Bon Hwa looked up to see Taeyong and everyone in the room and he immediately started panicking and crying.

"You see, since I already turned your men over there into human puree, I might as well show you why going into this war with me only means death."

Taeyong picked up and large knife and grabbed Bon Hwa by his ear and proceeded to saw off his ear.

Blood started to splatter and squirt everywhere as Bon Hwas screams were muffled by the gag in his mouth.

Finally getting the ear off of him, Taeyong raised back up with bloody hands, letting him scream and cry in the floor.

He looked at Xiaolins baffled face with a smirk and tossed his ear on the floor, making sure he saw it.

"Next time....your man over here, will have all 32 teeth blown to his brain." Namjoon said sadistically. "You wanted war, Xiaolin....you have it now."

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3 hours later, after the bloody meeting, The Triads had no other choice but to leave and strategize.

Namjoon had his men take Bon Hwa and the Triad soldier back down to the basement while the rest cleaned up the mess.

"Taehyung is gonna be so mad he had to miss this." Jimin laughed as he watched the bloody and body filled barrels get wheeled out. "He loves a good torturing."

"You should've let me press the button, Namjoon." Hoseok said, drinking some whiskey. "That would've gotten the message across."

"Theres a time and a place for everything." He said as he handed Taeyong a towel. "That was pretty crazy."

Taeyong chuckled, wiping his hands. "Yeah well, I'm full of surprises."

"How about we add on another surprise." Namjoon said smiling a little.

Taeyong paused, giving him a confused look as he walked over to the door.

The door opened and Jin walked in first. "I think this is someone you've been dying to see again."

He said as he stood aside, letting someone guide the person in.

Taeyongs eyes widened as he saw who came in. His eyes started watering at the sight before him.

"Jisoo?"

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Am I evil for leaving it as a cliffhanger? Probably.

Am I gonna apologize for it? No, not at all.

Will I have a bloody torture scene and a possible kissing scene next time? With a bit of gayness?

Hell yeah.

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