Mrs. Jeon looked at Jung-kook, standing half-naked by the doorway, with only an apron covering his torso.

"What did I say about fraternizing with.... filth," the woman demanded, her eyes shooting her son a disapproving glance.

At his mother's words, Jung-kook searched around for his lover but was unable to find him. Tall, burly men stood behind the Jeon matriarch obstructing his view.

"Wh...... where's Taehyung?" Jung-kook asked.

"Where he should be," Mrs. Jeon smirked, "in the trash."

"Oppa!!" A female voice rang through the air.

It was Sae-ron, who was standing farther to the left of Mrs. Jeon; her arms were restrained by his mother's henchmen.

"I'm sorry!" the maiden cried and shook her head. "I'm terribly sorry."

"This is what happens when you disobey me," Mrs. Jeon warned as she slowly walked towards her son.

"Tell me... tell me where my friend is..." Jung-kook said with all the courage he could muster. "Or else......"

"Or else.... what?" Mrs. Jeon rebutted. "Your friend... or should I say, your boyfriend, will no longer be of use to you."

Jung-kook suddenly felt chills down his spine. He did not want to know what his mother meant by those words, and the foreboding look on her face wasn't exactly reassuring.

"Wha.... what... did you do to him?" Jung-kook asked, somehow afraid to find out the answer.

"You can see it for yourself," his mother replied and motioned her fingers forward as a signal.

And then Jung-kook watched Taehyung, the love of his life, the reason for his happiness, being dragged across the fields on his knees by three or four men; his face bloodied, almost unrecognizable; his eyes purple and swollen; his lips cut and busted.

And all Jung-kook wanted to do was......... scream.