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Jimin was fourteen when he first saw blood. He was with Yoongi in the same park he used to play in as a kid. Back when he could have friends without Yoongi getting mad at him. They were sitting on the swings and it was close to eight in the evening, they had come out after dinner to talk about a pressing matter Yoongi seemed eager to discuss.

For something so urgent he was sure taking his own time. Jimin huffed again and glanced at Yoongi who was still staring ahead into space, getting his thoughts together.

"Yoongi," He said, "My mom is going to come looking for me if you don't hurry, I still have my English homework to finish,"

"You said it's not due until Friday," Yoongi reminded, causing Jimin to snicker, of course, he would remember that. Yoongi had a very sharp memory because he seemed to remember everything Jimin said to him but somehow his grades still weren't that good.

"Fine I am bored," Jimin said, "Just tell me, aren't we friends?"

"Of course," Yoongi sighed, "It's difficult Jimin, you won't understand and I am afraid that you will be scared of me,"

"Scared of you?" Jimin scoffed, "Don't flatter yourself, you can intimidate others with those scary eyes but I see right through you, you are a big softie,"

"Only when it comes to you,"

"Right, so tell me!"

"Hey, kids!" A man stumbled towards them, Yoongi didn't have to see his face to know he was drunk, the slur in his voice and the stumble in his feet was enough, "What are you still doing here? Go back home, it's late," He slurred as he moved closer, tripping over a rock.

Jimin being Jimin, immediately rushed to his aid, "Ajushi, are you okay?"

"You are the good one, huh?" The man said with a perverted hint to his voice as he grabbed Jimin's shoulder to stand up straight, Yoongi clenched his jaw but remained calm as he got off the swing and walked to them.

"Let's go home," He commanded and Jimin turned to him with a confused gaze.

"You said-"

"Now Jimin," He repeated firmly. Jimin knew it was just better to just listen to Yoongi when he used that tone because they always fought too much if he didn't.

"Fine," He huffed and turned to the man, "I am letting go of you now, Ajushi," He began to move away but the man's grip was firm, keeping him in place.

"Ajushi," Jimin repeated urgently, starting to panic as he remembered his mother's warning about staying away from strangers. This man looked strong and they were only kids what if he tried-"

"Let go of him," Yoongi warned, a chilling edge to his voice.

"Shut up kid," The man said, "You come with me little one," He grabbed onto Jimin's arm but before he could do much Yoongi charged at him with the switchblade he hid in his pocket and stabbed him right in the stomach, the blood splattered all over Jimin's clothes, some even landing on his face. He was so stunned that he didn't even hear the man's pained screams as Yoongi stabbed him over and over until no sound left him.

Jimin stood there with wide eyes and a trembling body while his feet seemed cemented to the ground. He wanted to run, scream and hide from Yoongi but his brain seemed to be frozen.

Yoongi sat up from the ground, face covered in splatters of blood with a mad smirk on his face as he moved towards Jimin, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket

He wiped the blood from Jimin's face as he said the words, "My father owns SMR,"

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"Right there Yoongi, fu-fuck-fuck!" He moans as Yoongi pounds into that spot again, hands wandering all over his body. Jimin arches his back, eyes squeezing shut as he trembles in pleasure, he is so close he just needs a little push to drive him over the edge, just a little-

"Oh my God!" He screams when Yoongi lifts his hips off the mattress, pushing so deep inside Jimin, it has him seeing stars. The pleasure in almost constant from this angle, his cock ready to spill.

"Wanna cum?" Yoongi rolls his hips, lips curving to form a smirk, "You close?"

"Y-yes," Jimin answers, hands fisting hard into the bedsheets. The older grabs his hips, digging his fingers into the plush skin as he begins to move to faster, the sound of the headboard crashing against the wall fills the room.

"Go-gonna cum," Jimin mumbles.

"Go ahead baby, cum for me," He growls.

"T-touch me please, please Yoongi, please," He begs. Yoongi lets go of his ass and grabs his cock. He delivers quick strokes, matching the pace of his hips until Jimin is crying and splattering cum between their naked bodies.

The sight of Jimin's face twisted in pleasure and chest heaving from the intensity of his orgasm is enough to send the older over the edge and he cums not too long after with a low grunt of Jimin's name on his lips. He buries his face in Jimin's neck, sucking a dark hickey before pulling out and lying down next to him.

He only stays on the bed for a minute before he is getting off and reaching for his pants to pull out the pack of cigarettes.

"Not here, Yoongi," Jimin grumbles but the older ignores him as he lights the stick and inhales heavily.

"You know I need one after sex," Yoongi responds as he blows out the smoke.

"At least don't ash on my carpet,"

"Our carpet,"

"Like hell, you don't live here. You live in that large mansion remember?" He taunts as he sits up and grabs his underwear from the floor.

"Baby, don't start," Yoongi complains but when he notices the burnt end of his cigarette he quickly grabs a glass from the nightstand and taps the ash in it.

"Sorry, I had to work the morgue shift, I am tired," He stretches lazily before picking up Yoongi's shirt from the floor and buttoning it on. Yoongi almost chokes because of how beautiful Jimin looks basking in post-sex glow in his black shirt that perfectly contrasts his milky white skin. The man that makes everyone tremble is a slave to Jimin.

"I thought sex cheers you up,"

"A nap will cheer me up more," Jimin yells as he leaves the room and enters the kitchen, probably to grab some water or food. He returns a few minutes later with a bottle in his hand.

"How long before you have to leave?" Jimin yawns, hiding his mouth behind the sleeve of the shirt.

"I have a few hours," Yoongi lies, he knows if he tells Jimin he has to leave in an hour, the younger won't sleep and he looks really tired.

"Let's nap, please? I am barely on my feet,"

"Of course," Yoongi stubs the cigarette in the glass before getting in bed, he attempts to kiss Jimin but the younger turns away with a frown.

"You know I hate the smell," Jimin reminds and chooses instead to bury his face in Yoongi's chest.

"I found a new recruit," Yoongi mumbles after a few seconds.

"The one who got stabbed?"

"Yeah, the kid is good. A little jittery but that'll die down soon,"

"So Namjoon can finally go?"

"Not yet. I don't know if I can trust him," Jimin internally chuckles as he remembers how shy and cute Jungkook appeared, it was almost impossible to believe he was a notorious criminal.

"He looked harmless," Jimin says.

"Grown a liking to him, have you?" Yoongi's grip on his waist tightens.

"I have met him twice, Yoongi," Jimin scoffs in disbelief at his jealousy.

Yoongi doesn't respond and stays in bed until Jimin's breathing turns steady and his face relaxes. He then plants a firm kiss on his plump lips before untangling himself from the younger's hold. He puts on his boxers and trousers, realizing Jimin fell asleep in his shirt, the younger looks so warm and soft curled up in bed, Yoongi almost considers blowing off his meetings for the day.

But he knows he can't so he grabs one of the clean shirts he keeps in the closet, opting to leave the jacket after pulling his gun out of it. When he steps outside the building, two cars are lined outside, Taehyung steps out of the first one and bows to him while Namjoon steps out of the second to open the door for him.

Yoongi makes his way towards Taehyung first and while he does, he notices Jungkook step out of the second car. Right, it has been fifteen days since the injury, he can work now.

"Hyung-nim," Taehyung bows again.

"Take him shopping when he wakes up. He is going to be upset," Yoongi says as he pulls out his black card from his wallet.

"Yes, hyung-nim," He accepts the card.

"If he protests just give him whatever he wants,"

"He usually asks me to leave him alone," Taehyung answers.

"Except that," Yoongi rolls his eyes. Jimin hates being followed around by guards but this is one of the few things Yoongi can't give him.

"Okay,"

Yoongi makes his way towards his car watching as Jungkook bows to him, he looks better than the last time Yoongi saw him, not pale and nauseous, ready to cry.

"How are you feeling Jungkook?"

"Good," Jungkook had been asked the previous day by Namjoon if he was feeling okay to get back to work, Jungkook had agreed almost immediately, already tired of staying in the room all day with the nightmares from what occurred at Lollipop.

"Has your wound healed?"

"Almost completely,"

"Good to know," He turns to Namjoon, "What's on our schedule?"

"Tanaka is here for a meeting again," Namjoon says, "And Chae is having issues with Geomijul again, they keep stepping into his territory," Jungkook recognizes the name Geomijul, it's a small gang that mostly works in Nowongu they are quite notorious but nothing compared to SMR, of course, no gang is as big as SMR.

"Let's make a visit to Geomijul's den first and tell Tanaka you will see him later,"

"I really need to make that trip to Japan,"

"You will," Yoongi says, glancing at Jungkook.

Ṭhey drive to Nowongu and stop outside a cotton manufacturing plant, Jungkook recognizes the place but he never bothered to look into it because it falls way outside his precinct. They enter the plant from the back with Namjoon taking the lead.

They are hardly inside the factory when a bunch of guards surround them and Jungkook gets confused at first but then he recognizes the few of them before realising they are Yoongi's guards. Yoongi hardly goes anywhere without his guards which makes Jungkook wonder why he was in that apartment building all morning without any protection.

They stop outside a closed office door and Namjoon immediately opens it and steps in, Yoongi following once he clears the path.  A man is sitting behind his desk, talking on the landline but he immediately slams the phone down and gets on his feet when he sees Yoongi.

"Han Minho," Yoongi smiles, "I hope I am not interrupting,"

"Min Yoongi," The man snarls and Jungkook almost gasps because this is the first time someone has called Yoongi by his name, "What do you need?"

"I hear your men have been getting very bold lately," Yoongi says as he sits on the chair in front of the table. Minho lets out a displeased groan at the action as he takes his own seat again.

"So what?"

"Are you looking to start a war?" The playfulness from Yoongi's voice disappears, "You know I don't like losing,"

"We are winning the territory fair and square, it's not my fault you have homos sitting at your borders," Yoongi clenches his jaw as Minho laughs at his statement.

"You seem to have a lot of distaste for homos huh?"

"If you taking it up the ass, you ain't really fit to pick up a gun, Min," Minho shrugs.

"Namjoon, clear the guards I'd like to speak to this gentleman alone," Yoongi says, gaze not wavering from Minho.

"See? We can have a reasonable conversation. I will tell you what, why don't you and I talk about a little territorial adjustment and I will stop killing those faggots?" Namjoon doesn't ask Jungkook to leave so he stays rooted in his spot. He silently wonders if Yoongi shares Minho's opinion and that if he found out Jungkook didn't like women, would he would kick him off the team?

He was expecting a lot of things to happen during this operation but pretending to be straight wasn't one of them.

"You are right," Yoongi stands up as Namjoon shuts the door, "Homos can't really pick up guns," He pulls his gun out and places it on the table, Jungkook eyes the gun. It's similar to his own but there is a small picture of a wolf engraved on the grip. It's SCR's mark, the same mark that is tattooed on Yoongi's right arm. Minho tilts his head in confusion as he eyes the piece, "Bullet wounds are clean and quick. Too simple," He smiles.

"Homos like to drag things out," He slowly advances towards Minho's chair like a predator walking towards his prey, "We like it messy,"

Jungkook's jaw practically touches the floor at the statement. We? Did Yoongi just say we? Does that mean he is-

"Min, don't be stupid. Even if you touch me, a war will break out," Minho reasons as Yoongi grabs the armrests of his chair and leans close to him.

"Is it?" Yoongi asks condescendingly, smirk almost permanent on his face, "Jungkook?" He turns his attention to the younger, "I have been very pleased with you lately," Yoongi leans back and slips his hand inside his pocket pulling out a switchblade making Minho's eyes widen.

"But I need you to show me you are good. I need you to show me you will do anything at my command, will you?"

"Of cour-course Hyungnim," Jungkook answers tautly, knowing there is no way there is a good outcome to his statement.

"I want you to kill this man Jungkook," Yoongi speaks as if the man in question isn't sitting right in front of him, "But I want to see him in pain, make him bleed, torture him. Can you do that?"

Can he do that? Can Jungkook kill another human being slowly and torturously? Does his answer even matter? Yoongi isn't really asking Jungkook a question, he is stating a demand, Jungkook knows it, Namjoon knows it, heck even Minho knows it.

"Don't be stu-stupid Yoongi," Minho tries to but a brave face but Jungkook can hear the panic in his voice.

"Yes," Jungkook answers, stomach tying in knots, nausea already starting to build.

"Namjoon, hold him down," At that Minho realises that Yoongi isn't just making a threat, he is really about to kill him so he lunges out of his chair and bolts towards the door.

"Look at him," Yoongi laughs when Namjoon catches him with ease, dragging the flailing man back to the chair, "Running with his tail tucked between his legs,"

"Come on Jungkook, we have other meetings to attend," Yoongi snaps his fingers impatiently.

"What should I do, Hyungnim?" Jungkook asks, voice small as he approaches the man and Yoongi places the switchblade in his hand.

"Cut off his fingers for me Jungkook," Yoongi says, "One by one,"

"Yoongi, don't do this! This won't end well for you!" Minho yells, kicking his legs frantically.

Yoongi ignores him as he sits back down on his chair and pulls out a cigarette, he lights it and then crosses one leg over the other waiting for Jungkook to begin.

Jungkook feels the contents of his breakfast in his throat, threatening to spew out but he swallows the urge and shakily approaches the man who is now screaming. Namjoon already has his hands pinned to the armrest so all Jungkook has to do is cut the finger off, so simple.

Except this is another human being and the screams are starting to make Jungkook dizzy but he forces himself to keep it together as he presses the blade to the man's index finger. He looks at Yoongi one last time before pushing the blade down with great force. The blade is very sharp, so it cuts through his finger easily, even slicing the bone with a little resistance, it almost feels like carving a turkey, of course with the exception of the blood splatter.

The scream that escapes Minho is almost deafening and the blood that squirts all over him does not help him keep it together. He vaguely hears the sound of his finger fall on the floor, where a pool of blood has begun to gather. He feels another wave of nausea as spurts of blood continues to spill out.

"Again," Yoongi says and Jungkook feels a wave of Deja Vu hit him as if he is reliving his first murder, the one he committed seven days ago, the one that still keeps him up at night.

"I ha-have info!" Minho has snort running down his chin, face covered in tears, twisted in agony.

"What info?" Yoongi tosses his cigarette aside and makes his way towards them. Jungkook is glad for the distraction because he is right about ready to throw up, the scent of blood filling his senses almost hauntingly.

"Y-you have a rat,"

Yoongi scoff, "Cosa Nostra has a rat?"

"That's how-we-w-won," The man is clearly getting dizzy, his words slurring. Jungkook wonders if it's from the loss of blood or the sight of his mangled hand, either way, he feels the same.

"Who is it?" Yoongi asks and when he notices the man has almost passed out, he presses down on the wound on his finger, making him yelp in pain. Jungkook shivers inside out.

"Do-don't know," The man says, "But g-give me a cha-chance, I-I'll tell yo-you,"

"Right," Yoongi rolls his eyes, suddenly disinterested, Minho isn't the first man attempting to escape his death will false info, "Jungkook cut of the next finger,".

Jungkook eyes are watery as he looks at the man again, he wonders how Yoongi would react if he began bawling right now. He knows it won't be positive so he swallows the lump in his throat and turns his gaze to Minho's remaining four fingers.

There is so much blood. Blood everywhere, he averts his gaze just for a second to gather his thoughts when his eyes catch the gun in Minho's trousers. What really surprises him is the symbol of the wolf on the grip.

"Hyung-nim," He says, reaching to grab the gun.

Yoongi cocks his eyebrow and turns to him, "What?"

"The gun," He turns the black gun towards Yoongi to show him the symbol.

"The motherfucker is telling the truth," Yoongi scowls as he snatches the gun, rubbing his thumb over the symbol.

"Where'd you get this gun?" He turns to Minho.

"B-boss," Minho answers.

"Who gave it to him?"

"Don't know," Yoongi smiles and tilts his head before twirling the gun in his hand and delivering a blow with the barrel straight on Minho's jaw. The man yelps in pain, thrashing his legs weakly.

"I swear Yoongi, I swear it,"

"Don't you have a daughter?" Yoongi interrogates but Jungkook has a feeling he already knows the answer.

"Yoongi, I swear it, I have no idea. Give me a chance, two days and I will get you a name!"

"Two days, you say?" Yoongi smiles again, "He is not asking for much right, Namjoon?"

"Not really," Namjoon answers and for the first time Jungkook sees the man smile too, it is almost disturbing to watch how much they are enjoying this.

"But then again" Yoongi taps his chin in thought, "He is the enemy," He pulls the safety off the gun and points it to Minho's crotch, "Do you like having sex, Han?"

"Yoongi please!" The man is crying again, face red, eyes swollen.

But his pleas have no effect of Yoongi because Jungkook hears a loud gunshot the next second and a loud scream that follows it. Minho sputters as blood begins to drip down the chair is at an unbelievable pace, the smell of gunpowder, now mixing with the metallic scent of blood.

"You have one last chance, You can still live Minho. Nine fingers and no penis is still better than dying," Yoongi wordlessly hands the gun to Jungkook and approaches the bloody man, he grabs a fist full of his hair and tugs it back hard, making Minho scream weakly, his breathing laboured.

"I-I don't know,"

"Too bad," Yoongi releases him and so does Namjoon, seeing there is no point in holding the man down anymore, it's not like he can move.

"Finish the job Jungkook,"

He shoots the man almost immediately, not letting the guilt of taking the man's life overcloud him, he is almost glad because Minho's painful screams were a clear indication that death was better than pain.

"Get someone to clean up Namjoon," Yoongi sits back down on the chair. He pulls out another cigarette and even offers one to Jungkook, the younger declines as he steps away from the body, almost slipping on the pool of blood.

"You don't smoke?"

"Not much,"

"Do you do drugs then?" Yoongi asks.

"No Hyung-nim,"

"You are a brave one, aren't you? Surviving in the streets without drugs," Jungkook realises at that moment that he should have accepted the cigarette. Seokjin did tell him it was unusual for people not to do something to blow off steam.

"I used to but I stopped when I started working for Kim," Jungkook lies, "Like to be alert on the job,"

"One cigarette won't hurt you," Yoongi states and Jungkook offers him no argument and just accepts the cigarette, only when he is placing it in his mouth does he notice the traces of blood on the stick and then he notices how much blood is on him. His chest tightens and he tosses the stick aside.

"You will get used to it," Yoongi notices his disgust, "Might even start enjoying it," Jungkook doubts it but he says nothing and instead wipes his hands on his trousers.

"Do we really have a rat?"

"Yes, we do," Yoongi practically growls, "That mark is only on a few guns Jungkook, only Cosa Nostra's men have that mark on their weapons,"

"Then why did you kill him? Why didn't you let him give you a name?"

"You think he would actually give me a name?" Yoongi chuckles, "He would run to his boss and tell him and the rat would get a warning,"

"How will you find the rat then?"

"We'll figure something out,"

"Do you suspect anyone?" Jungkook questions, it more out of curiosity than anything else.

"I suspect everyone. No one has my confidence but I suppose it's someone from Cosa Nostra, only they have the intel on such things and the mark, those guns are rare. I am surprised they were stupid enough to give their own gun,"

Jungkook wonders why they would do that. Why would someone be stupid enough to give up their identity like this, there is no way they didn't know Yoongi would be cornering this man after the war on their territory.

"Maybe they want you to know," Jungkook theorizes, "Maybe they want you to know you have a rat,"

"It could be possible," Yoongi nods in thought.

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Three days pass without any more action from Yoongi, the man settles into his routine and Jungkook follows him with Namjoon, the visits to the mysterious apartment building happen every single day and each time Jungkook itches to ask Namjoon why Yoongi goes there but each time he curbs the desire. He doesn't want to be called off for being too curious.

Iṭ's the fourth day after the incident when they are in a private room of a strip club named Magma Mood when Yoongi brings up the subject.

"Where is he?"

"Swan was running late," Namjoon answers, "He'll be here soon,"

There is that name again, Swan. Jungkook has his theories about Swan being the hidden member of Coso Nostra and he has been keeping his eye out for any redundant face but so far he has not pinned down 'Swan's' identity.

"Did you go over all the data?"

"Yeah," Namjoon nods, "90 million Won cash has gone missing in the past week, a thousand weapons unaccounted for and the money from shy has entirely stopped in two territories,"

"They are trying to expand," Yoongi says, "Those bastards are not only betraying me, but they are also trying to overthrow SMR,"

"It has been happening for seven months now but over the past one month the stuff has shot through,"

"We will bring it up in the next meeting," Yoongi states, "But whaṭ about eyes, has anyone been going anywhere they shouldn't?"

"No, I have had eyes on all six of them and it has been nothing out of the blue,"

"Phones?"

"Tapped, computers hacked nothing," Namjoon answers.

"How could they possibly be communicating?"

"Mail?" Jungkook blurts, "Faxes? The old-time communication can't be tracked," If he catches Yoongi's eye, the man will let him handle more delicate affairs, get him closer to the data he needs.

"Could be," Namjoon agrees, "That's how those undercover cops communicate too," Jungkook's chest tightens at his words and for some reason, it feels like Namjoon is taking a jab at him. Like he knows.

"That's going to be impossible to track," Yoongi doesn't seem to look too much into Namjoon's statement.

"We have to find this rat Namjoon, SMR can't continue like this," Yoongi says "Geoumijul will be looking for a war now anyway, we shot down their beta, they are going to come for us,"

"They can't beat our men, Hyung-nim,"

"I know but it is never good to be cocky," Yoongi reminds.

Just then the door to the room opens and the blue-haired man, Jungkook remembers his name as Taehyung, enters the room.

"Sorry, I am late Hyungnim, Jim-" He stops talking when his gaze falls over Jungkook, "I thought this was a private meeting?"

"Jungkook knows about the rat Tae, you can relax. Sit down, do you want a stripper?"

"I called Areum, she'll be here soon," He answers sheepishly, taking a seat next to Jungkook and getting comfortable. This is the first time Jungkook has seen someone act so casually around Yoongi but he supposes they must be tightly wound for them to let go like this.

"Your obsession with her is not good, Taehyung," Namjoon shakes his head disapprovingly, "Don't forget she is a whore,"

"It's not like I am going to marry her," Taehyung rolls his eyes, "She is pretty and I like watching her ass on my cock,"

"So distasteful, this kid," Yoongi says but there is a hint of a smile on his lips.

"So how are we finding the rat?" Taehyung asks.

"I know it's one of those six bastards," Yoongi grits out.

The door opens again and a woman dressed in tall black heels and fishnet stockings along with red lace lingerie that doesn't do a very good job at hiding any part of her body enters the room. She smiles at Taehyung as she slowly approaches him.

"Music?" Her voice is sweet.

"No, baby, wanna hear you. Come on," Taehyung smirks as he spreads his legs.

"There he goes," Namjoon rolls his eyes but Jungkook can't be bothered to look away from her, it's not that he is attracted to her but she looks familiar and he can't exactly pinpoint where he has seen her.

"Do you want one too Jungkook?" Yoongi mocks.

"No-no!" Jungkook protests, looking away immediately.

"You don't need another," Areum smiles as she places her foot between Jungkook and Taehyung's thigh, "I can take two if you want," She taps his cheek and licks her lips.

"I don't like sharing," Taehyung grabs her by her waist and forces her ass on his crotch, she yelps in surprise but that soon turns into giggling when he spanks her.

"We can't do much until we have more info. But until then we can up the security, change the layout. Update a few locations," Namjoon suggests.

"Let's do that but quietly. I want you and Taehyung to handle that discreetly, you hear that Tae?" Yoongi turns to him.

Taehyung's bottom lip is tucked between his teeth as Areum grinds down on him, her back facing him. He spanks her ass again, causing her to screech and she gets up and moves towards the pole. Taehyung doesn't bother hiding the large tent in his boxers as he turns to Yoongi.

"Yes, Hyung-nim,"

"What about the gun, were there any fingerprints?"

"Wiped clean," Taehyung answers, eyes fixed on Areum as she lifts her leg above her head, showing off her clit through the crotchless panties. She grabs the top end of the pole and lifts her body in the air with ease, spreading her legs into a split before twirling on the pole.

But Jungkook is not looking at her body, her face just seems so familiar, he can't help but feel a sense of panic as to why he can't recognize her. What if he saw her at the precinct or worse, arrested her at some point? He has a very good memory but he can't remember the face of every single criminal.

"Did you try tracing it back to the owner?"

"It was issued from the warehouse," Taehyung pats his lap and the girl immediately rushes to sit on his thigh, "Could belong to anyone," He spanks her again, his hand groping her chest roughly, pulling a squeak out of her.

"They did a really thorough job," Yoongi says, "Guess Jungkook was right, whoever it is, wants us to know, they are trying to mock me,"

"When I find him, I will torture him Hyungnim. He'll be begging for me to kill him,"

"I know you will, Joon," Yoongi nods. A moan from Areum distracts Jungkook from their conversation and he notices Taehyung has begun fingering her.

"Just go to another room," Yoongi snaps.

"Sorry, Hyung-nim. It has been a while," Taehyung's grin is wide and he hardly looks apologetic as he pushes a fourth finger inside her. Jungkook silently wonders how his life turned around like this.

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Jungkook thinks this is the right time to contact Hoseok, SMR is weak right now, having a rat might just work in the favour of the police. With the information circulating between two gangs, Hoseok could send out a few other ears to gain an upper hand.

But the only problem is, it's impossible to get any alone time. Yoongi never seems to stop working and now that he is expected to follow the man everywhere, the only time he gets to himself is the four or five hours of sleep when Yoongi heads back to the mansion.

But even then leaving the mansion is impossible, guards surround the whole place, every corner is secured or covered on CCTV, there is no way he can leave without drawing suspicion so he turns to his last resort.

"Jungkook," Seokjin's voice makes him cringe, there is loud music blaring in the background and the younger wonders where the hell the man is at three in the morning on a Thursday.

"I need to see you,"

"What is the requirement for this impromptu meeting?"

"I need to snort some cocaine," Jungkook states, Hoseok had told him snorting cocaine is a code word for them. Seokjin is a party man and people often go to him to lay off which is why no one will find it suspicious if he meets Seokjin for drugs.

"Right, snort cocaine. I bet you miss snorting," Jungkook almost wants to scoff at the mocking tone.

"Can you arrange it?"

"Sure thing, tell Min you are going to see me tomorrow, catch up for old times' sake,"

"I will,"

He does. He tells Yoongi he wants to see Seokjin for a party for old times' sake and Yoongi doesn't even think before agreeing.

"Want you back before tomorrow morning, Jungkook, Cosa Nostra meet the day after tomorrow and I need you looking fresh,"

"Yes hyungnim," Jungkook bows to him.

Jungkook meets Seokjin at Red, a USB ready in his pocket. This time entering the club feels different, oddly he feels stronger, more capable of ignoring the illegal activities. Who is he to judge them for doing drugs when he has killed two men?

"Jungkook," Seokjin greets him with a dazed look, he is sitting on the table right in front of the stage with another man next to him that he doesn't recognize. He almost feels like he fits in, wearing a grey suit matching Seokjin's blue one, "My man!" There are traces of cocaine on the wooden table, amongst spilt whiskey and cigarette ash.

"How are you doing?" Jungkook smiles.

"As great as ever! Come sit, join us!" Jungkook takes the empty chair next to Seokjin and leans back getting comfortable.

"So what are you in the mood for Yellow sunshine, Chiva, Line, snowball, trash, skunk, XTC?"

Jungkook swallows nervously at the list of drugs, recognizing only three. He supposes if he wants something out of Seokjin he will have to do at least some drugs with him so he picks the one he knows has least effects. Molly.

"XTC," Jungkook smiles, hoping it's a pill because he does not wish to snort anything.

"You are in luck!" Seokjin exclaims as he pulls out a packet, "My guy will be getting Molly soon," He says as he empties the packet on the table, "Why don't you do a few lines until then?"

"I am okay, I will wait,"

"Don't be ridiculous, kid," The man next to Seokjin huffs, "You are off duty, let go and snort a few lines. You will get your molly,"

Jungkook sighs as he watches Jin make six lines with a card before pulling out a small white straw, he hands it to Jungkook without even glancing at him, too focused on making the lines perfect.

"Come on, we are ready!" He grins once he is satisfied with the symmetry of the lines.

Jungkook knows he shouldn't do this, never in his life has he touched drugs let alone snort them. He has always been a good kid, never giving his parents anything to worry about, doing well in school and having a high moral ground. His dad would have even been proud of him if he hadn't come out two years ago.

When he focuses his attention back on the table, there are only two lines left and both men stare at him with expectation. So he tosses his morals aside, hunches over the table, positions the little straw and snorts the first line.

A burning pain shoots up his nose, travelling straight to his head. He blacks out for a second, shaking his head desperately to somehow get rid of the pain when he opens his eyes again, everything seems blurry but he distinctly hears Seokjin tell him to do another line so he goes down without thought and snorts the next one.

When he leans back in his chair, the entire room seems to jostle and he blinks repetitively to dull the pain in the back of his head. He sniffs a few times but that only burns his nose even more. For the next few minutes, he just sits in his chair, eyes fixed on the dancing strippers on the stage until Seokjin places a hand on his thigh, a grin on his face.

"How'd do you feel?"

As if his words were the encouragement Jungkook needed, there is a sudden surge of energy inside him and he thinks he could do anything right now.

"Good," He blinks, a smile forming on his lips.

"Now you get the appeal?" He kinda does because his body has never buzzed like this before, he has never felt this elated, this invincible.

"Y-yeah dude," He grins, "Fuck, this is good,"

"Want a stripper?"

"I want two!"

The night blurs quickly after that, he remembers sitting in a private booth with a girl in his lap, he remembers making out with someone in a washroom and then snorting more cocaine. He remembers having three glasses of scotch while waiting for Seokjin's dealer to show up. He remembers Seokjin handing him a pink pill and then-then he remembers nothing.

Which is why when he blinks and opens his eyes, he almost screams at the familiar sight in front of him. The beds across the room, a door in the corner, nurses, doctors and patients everywhere.

"You are awake," A familiar melodious voice says. Jungkook whips his head so fast, he has to blink to wear off the dizziness.

"Doctor Park?"

"I wonder how you wind up here every time I am in the ER," The doctor shakes his head disapprovingly.

"H-how am I here?" He croaks.

"You overdosed Jungkook, don't you remember?"

"I overdosed?" He gasps. The first time he does drugs, he ends up in a hospital? Classic.

"Yeah," The man chuckles, "You were covered in glitter, alcohol and vomit,"

"I vomited?"

"Someone did," He giggles, "Don't you know your limits, Jungkook? It's so tacky to OD,"

Somehow the thought of Jimin thinking he is tacky makes him feel upset, "I-It's not like that, It was my first time,"

"Either way, you are lucky you are breathing,"

"Who got me here?"

"Man said his name is Seokjin" Jimin answers after flipping through his files.

"What time is it?" Jungkook groans as he lowers his hand to grab his phone, only to realise he doesn't have a pocket or his clothes. He is in hospital clothes.

He freezes in panic, breath catching in his throat, "W-where are m-my clothes?"

"We had to change you, I told you what you were covered in,"

"My belongings?"

"We gave them to the man who got you here," Jungkook sighs at that. If anyone gets a hold of that USB, he is dead.

"Is he still there?"

"No, he left a while ago, you have been here for quite some time,"

"How much time?"

"Nine hours,"

"Wow," That decides it, Jungkook is never doing drugs again.

"Would you look at me?" Jimin pulls out a flashlight from his coat pocket and leans down on Jungkook's eyes level. He flicks the light in his eyes, asking him to turns his gaze a few times.

"You look okay to me now, you should be ready to go in some time,"

"Thank you, doctor and I am sorry about the trouble,"

"Trouble?" Jimin giggles again, the sound is addicting, he thinks he could listen to him laugh all day even if it is at his expense, "This is my job, Jungkook,"

"I am sure you didn't put yourself through med school to save idiots from dying of drug overdoses,"

"I did hope to perform great surgeries but you know what people say about dreams,"

"That they never come true?"

"No," He rolls his eyes, "They are not always what you imagine,"

"No one says that,"

"Yes, they do!" The doctor argues.

"Who?"

"People," He seems flustered at the argument.

"Very informative, Doctor Park," Jungkook teases, seeing the darkening blush on the man's cheeks. He is so pretty.

"You should drink a lot of fluids for the next few days, it will help flush out all the toxins and since you are on painkillers you won't really feel it but get ready for a bad hangover,"

"Why am I on painkillers?"

"You fell from the stretcher,"

"Wow, how else did I embarrass myself?" Jungkook buries his face in his hands, realising his hand is connected to an IV drip.

"You were mumbling in your sleep,"

"Oh God,"

"You also said you preferred male strippers," The doctors continues.

"Just kill me now," Jungkook grumbles. If he thought he didn't have a shot with the cute doctor before, this just nailed that coffin shut.

"I am kidding," The doctor laughs.

"You are enjoying this a little too much doctor, isn't this a violation of patient-doctor relationship?"

"Less of a violation than flirting," Jimin reminds with a teasing glint.

This time Jungkook blushes, "I apologized for that,"

"Don't worry about it," Jimin says as he hands him a few papers, "You need to sign here and here," He points.

"Doctor if you don't mind me asking," Jungkook clears his throat after his signature, "How do you know about the guards and Namjoon?" Jimin freezes for a second, lips parting in surprise but he quickly shakes off his surprise and pulls the curtain around the bed, shielding them from the rest of the hospital.

"Don't just blurt things like that,"

"I am sorry," Jungkook says sheepishly.

"Let's just say I have a connection to them and if they find out about you hitting on me, it won't end well for you,"

"Why?" Jungkook didn't think he was into forbidden romance but the fact that for some reason he can't have Jimin makes the doctor more desirable, not that he needs to be more desirable.

"I can't tell you that but it's in your best interest,"

"Are you perhaps-" Jungkook shakes his head at the thought, there is no way a doctor is a part of SMR, that would be ridiculous, maybe they pay him to keep certain things under the wraps. They must undergo a lot of injuries doing what they do, it's not surprising they need a few doctors on their side, "-Forget it,"

"It would be best if you didn't tell anyone that you saw me here today," The doctor says as draws the curtain to the side.

"I won't,"

"And as nice as you are, I wish you won't wind up here again. Don't you value your life?"

"I do," Jungkook averts his gaze in shame, "I will be careful,"

"How is your wound healing?"

"It's better, it's a little itchy but it's better,"

"Is it? Let me take a look at it," The doctor puts the papers aside and moves close to him. Jungkook holds his breath and Jimin's hand reaches for the hem of his shirt and lifts it to his chest, soft fingers making goosebumps rise on his skin. How is a stranger having this effect on him? It's like the universe his mocking him for crushing on a man he can't have.

"Are you cold?" Jimin tilts his head to the side.

Jungkook blushes furiously, "A-a little,"

"Must be the effects of the drugs," He says as he traces the wound with gentle fingers, making Jungkook's eyelids flutter. Yup, he is screwed.

"The itching must be caused because of the new skin, I can suggest an ointment but that could slow down the healing.

"It's alright, I barely feel it," Jungkook assures, he can't afford to slow down, he needs to be at his best, needs Yoongi to trust him with everything.

Jimin nods and pulls the fabric back down, smiling at Jungkook politely, "I hope we don't have to meet like this again. Take care Jungkook," With that, he walks away and Jungkook tries, he really tries not to check out the doctor's ass but he can't help it. Park Jimin with everything else, also has a perfect ass, that he wishes to touch.

He sighs when the man walks out of the ER and out of his sight. Is it bad that he wants to injure himself again just so he can see Jimin again?