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Chapter 1: 水仙花
"Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder" (Knut Hamsun).
Yoongi hated being lied to. He despised it. Being the leader of one of the most notorious mafia organizations in the country, he required his subordinates to always tell the truth. His main rule is trust, and if anyone breaks it, they face severe consequences. Last week, he had sent Jaehyun and Lee out on a mission to deliver a significant amount of crystal to a customer; however, just yesterday, Jaehyun was the only one that came back. And even worse, he had zero cash on him. Yoongi was reaching his boiling point, especially since his worker refused to say what happened.
“Jaehyun, I am going to ask you one last time,” Yoongi said softly, his voice oozing with venom. “If you don’t tell me where Lee is and where all that money went, I will lose my shit.”
Jimin just giggled, wrapping his legs around Yoongi’s waist, finding his dominance extremely attractive. The two were on a large leather sofa with Jimin sitting obediently on the mafia leader’s lap while Jaehyun kneeled nervously in front of the power couple.
“S-sir, I promise you I will pay you back the money that I owe from losing the ten pounds, I am very sorry,” he stammered.
Yoongi slammed the coffee table in front of him, letting out a frustrated groan. Jimin just cooed, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. But Yoongi was completely ignoring his lover, his eyes set on one of his idiotic dealers.
“Jae, I didn’t ask about the meth, I am asking about what happened to it and where the fuck Lee is,” Yoongi barked. His patience was coming to a boiling point and if it weren’t for his imperative need for the information (and also Jimin’s peculiar interest in the man), Yoongi would have shot him by now. Losing a distributor as good as Lee was going to impact him greatly.
“Please sir,” Jaehyun whispered, his voice cracking. “Please don’t kill me.”
Jimin sighed in disappointment, climbing off Yoongi’s lap and slithering towards the kneeling man. The latter’s heart skipped a beat in fright when he saw him come near, and he jumped when Jimin’s cold hands touched his shoulder.
“Jaehyunnie, just tell us, won’t you? Begging isn’t going to help you know,” Jimin said, his voice low as he played with the dealer’s hair. “Cut the bullshit out unless you wanna to get hurt, and we really don’t want that, don’t we?”
“Y-yes sir,” Jaehyun stuttered out. He gave himself a moment to catch his breath before finally explaining what went down that night. “During our trip, Lee and I were waiting for the customer to come, but when we heard a loud noise, we split up. Lee had the crystal when both of us tried to escape, but I was the only one who made it out.”
“Do you know who did it?” Yoongi inquired.
“I saw that all the gun holsters had a V on it,” Jaehyun replied. “V is the leader of the North End, and he does assassinations for clients. I believe it was him that did it.”
“Why would they want to kill Lee?” Yoongi said, balling up his fists. He couldn’t believe that someone had the unmitigated tenacity to kill one of his men. He knew who V was; everybody in the black market business knew. But Yoongi thought that with V being a leader of a very infamous and feared organization, the assassin would be smart enough to not to start a war with other mafia groups.
Especially his.
“I d-don’t know sir,” Jaehyun stammered. Jimin just rolled his eyes, wrapping his hand around the man’s throat, slowly cutting off his airway. “Please, that’s all I know. I’m sorry,” he choked out, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. Yoongi signaled Jimin to release his hold on the poor man who sighed in relief as he began to breathe again.
“Jimin that was unnecessary,” Yoongi sighed. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry, Jaehyunnie,” Jimin pouted, then crawled his way back into his boyfriend’s lap, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck and giving an innocent smile.
“You may go,” Yoongi said, directing Jae to the exit. “Good night.”
“Good night, sir. Thank you,” he said, then scurried out the door. At the same time, just when Jaehyun was about to leave, another man entered, holding the door open for Jae to leave.
“Jungkook, this isn’t the best time for you to talk to him,” Jaehyun whispered as he walked out the door. “He’s pissed.”
“It’s fine, I’ll make it quick,” Jungkook replied with a wink.
The other just shrugged, muttering a quick, “suit yourself,” before rushing by his friend to get away from his scary bosses. The door closed behind him, and Jungkook made his way in front of Yoongi and Jimin’s “throne.”
“I heard Lee died. What happened?” He asked, casually taking a seat next to their couch.
“V from the North End killed him. It was a premeditated sneak attack while they were delivering crystal to a client,” Yoongi explained. “I don’t know why they killed Lee since he’s practically a nobody around here. V isn’t the type of person to randomly kill someone, but it doesn’t matter what Lee did, V started a war, and I want his head.”
Jungkook just ruffled his hair in frustration before finally reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a manilla folder. He threw it casually onto the coffee table as Yoongi and Jimin watched the contents of what was in the folder fall out.
“Found this as I was cleaning up Lee’s work space; it was wedged in between two loose bricks. They’re letters to his family, and it seemed like he wanted them to be seen. Apparently, he had witnessed something he wasn’t supposed to see. The cliche ‘wrong place at the wrong time’ kinda deal,” Jungkook stated. “How do you want to handle this, boss?”
Yoongi just clasped his hands together, the gears in his head finally halting to a stop. He gave Jungkook a smile. “The real question is: how are you going to handle it.”
Jungkook raised a brow in confusion.
“Jungkook, I’m going to give you an extremely important mission. You’re going to have to sneak your way into V’s HQ. Get all the information about him, and his weaknesses. The more the better.”
“Yoongi, why me? You know I suck at basically everything involving the front lines. I only work behind the scenes, and I’m only here because I’m your best friend,” Jungkook confessed. “And I’m terrible at being stealthy.”
“You don’t have to,” Yoongi answered him, neatly stacking Lee’s info back into the manilla folder in an organized fashion. “You’re going to be disguised in plain view. I want you to infiltrate V’s organization as a newbie, learn their ways, maybe seduce the douchebag.”
“Kookie is great at that kinda stuff, aren’t you? You get all the boys with your sweet talk,” Jimin purred, giving his friend a cute wink.
“Can’t anybody else do that, too? Like Jaehyun is pretty good looking to me, if I do say so myself…”
“But you don’t have the snake tattoo on you,” Yoongi cut in. “All of my men have my mafia symbol tattooed on their bodies. You don’t.”
“See Yoongi? I was correct about convincing you not to tattoo Kookie! His skin was too perfect and pearly for the harsh ink. Now, we can put him to good use now,” Jimin hummed. “Right, Kookie? You’ll help us, and get revenge for Lee.”
Jungkook gulped, seeing the more devilish side of Jimin. He nodded, accepting his new mission. When he had met the two men on the street, they were the sweetest and kindest people he had ever met. Little did he know they were two of most notorious leaders in the area.
“Of course. I was honestly pretty fed up with just doing your paperwork,” he said with a casual grin.
“Alright, Jungkook. Do you have a plan on getting in though?” Yoongi asked.
Jungkook paused for a moment, thinking briefly as he recalled Jimin complimenting his seductive charms. “I have a great one.”
The trio spent the next two days working out a detailed strategy of what was going to happen the following Friday after all the planning was complete. Jungkook was going to be a hooker from another town, who just innocently walked into North End territory. They all decided it was a good idea to not have Jungkook carry any hidden microphones or devices since it would be too dangerous; this meant that the boy was going into enemy territory all alone and vulnerable. To prepare for the worst, Jungkook learned a little bit of self-defense from Seokjin, one of Yoongi’s top distributors and most trusted men.
Although physical training was going to be useful, Jungkook’s most important training was playing the role of a prostitute and mastering the arts of seduction. He had to learn quickly that people were going to touch him, feel him, and possibly fuck him.
“You’re doing all of this for Kobra, for Lee, and for us ,” Jimin explained, circling around Jungkook and wrapping his arms around the boy’s waist. “It won’t be that bad trust me. You don’t even have to kill people, what a piece of cake, right?”
“Y-yeah, sure,” Jungkook mumbled, going along with Jimin’s idea that being raped was just going to be a cakewalk.
“C’mon now, Kookie. You gotta seduce me, remember? Give me your worst,” Jimin said, with hooded eyes and puckered lips. He leaned in closer, his mouth just millimeters from Jungkook’s neck as he whispered, “I need Yoongi to fuck me hard tonight, so please just do it and make him jealous.”
Jungkook just quietly sighed, before pulling Jimin up by his hair and slamming him against the nearest wall. Jimin purposely moaned loudly, giving Yoongi a lascivious look before biting his lips. Jungkook then grabbed his wrists roughly, forcing them above the shorter’s head while placing a knee right below Jimin’s crotch area, effectively trapping him.
“Alright, Jungkook. That’s enough . Get the fuck off my boyfriend,” Yoongi growled out, finally walking over and snatching Jimin by the wrists. He whispered something inaudible in the shorter’s ear, who shivered at his boyfriend’s words. Jimin then proceeded to enter Yoongi and his’s master bedroom, giving Jungkook a thumb’s up before closing the door behind him.
“I guess class is over then?” Jungkook managed out, trying his best not to shake from his best friend’s death glare. Although the two have been best friends for eight years, the dude was still a mafia boss and could still potentially feed him to wolves.
“Yes, now get out. I’ll see you after dinner,” Yoongi said. Then in a low whisper he muttered, “I’m gonna show Jimin how it’s really done.”
Jungkook quickly exited the room before he could witness anything else.
It was around 2 in the morning, a casual Friday night, the cold air almost knocking Jungkook off his feet. He shivered as he wrapped the thin, cheap jacket around him just a bit tighter as he hobbled around the street. He adjusted his pants again, groaning in frustration at how uncomfortable the lacy panties were underneath his ass-hugging jeans (especially when they couldn’t cover his entire package). He just hoped that playing a hooker from out of town would be convincing enough for him to not get shot in two seconds flat.
He was on the corner of Maple Ave, the most dangerous alleyway in town since it was in the heart of North End territory. The streets were quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the harsh wind blowing mercilessly across town.
Even the crickets didn’t dare chirp in this part of town.
His heart was racing, beating faster by the minute. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Jungkook didn’t even want to think about the fact that he could get shot right where he was by any NE mafia member, or stabbed to death when he wasn’t noticing.
Jungkook was so caught up in his thoughts when suddenly, a huge gust of wind hit Jungkook in the face, knocking him down hard. He felt his cheek sting a few seconds after.
Nope. That wasn’t the wind, it was definitely a someone .
He didn’t even have time to register what was going on before a rag was shoved into his mouth and a black sack was placed over his head. Jungkook grunted at the pain as he was kicked in the gut again, just for safety precautions . Two pairs of hands reached for each of his arms, and he had no choice but to get up from his feet and comply.
“What the fuck is this dirty whore doing outside HQ,” a voice grumbled out, clearly annoyed.
“Don’t wanna know. Let’s just bring him to da boss and we’ll see what he’ll do to him,” the other voice responded.
Jungkook tried to fight back from the two gang members, but they just chuckled as their grip tightened.
“Stay still buddy unless ya want me to put a bullet straight through yer head.”
Jungkook immediately hushed, as if scared of the empty threat. The two guards glanced at each other mischievously, not even hiding their snickers of laughter. The guards continued threatening him, thinking they scared the boy shitless, but inside the bag that was shoved over Jungkook’s head, the latter was grinning because his plan was working beautifully.
After entering HQ, his hands were immediately cuffed behind his back, and he was given a very thorough search. The two men pulled everything out of Jungkook’s pockets. He had deliberately shoved a few hundred dollars in his pockets along with a pack of cigarettes, so he could really get into the role of a prostitute. The guards shoved the bills and smokes into their pockets, sniggering at each other as they continued lower down Jungkook’s body.
“Damn baby, that’s one hell of an ass,” a guard stated, squeezing it harshly. Jungkook wanted to throw up but quickly faked out a muffled moan in response. The guard stiffened at the noise, grabbing Jungkook’s face through the cloth and whispering right into his ear.
“Oh, you like that? Maybe I could just have a little fun with you before ya meet boss…”
“Larry, what the fuck are you do--oh my god, cut that shit out and get him to V. You know he ain’t the one to be patient for long, especially since I interrupted him from work to deal with a stupid hooker on his turf,” an annoyed voice ordered.
“Fine, fine,” the man said, letting go of Jungkook’s ass and pushing him forward. The two pairs of hands began directing him through what appeared to be hallways until they finally halted to a stop. One of the hands released their harsh hold on Jungkook and went to knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Once again, Jungkook was thrown to the floor, knees crashing first onto the hardwood floor. He still couldn’t see a thing from the sack over his head, but the vibe in this specific room was completely different. He didn't even need to see to know that. For once, he actually felt intimidated . Whoever was in front of him, gave him a very strong feeling and presence of dominance.
“Get your head down on the floor, you bitch,” the nasty voice snarled, pushing Jungkook’s head down onto the wood. The latter just grit his teeth, instinctively fighting the men's tough grip on his hair. Larry was no match for Jungkook’s true strength, and he cursed when Jungkook broke through his grasp, holding his head up high and refusing to bow down to whoever he was in front of.
The arrogance immediately dissipated when his head was smashed down back onto the floor, this time by a boot , digging harshly into his head. The foot continued to grind down, until Jungkook was grunting in pain, unable to hide it.
“That was quite an entrance,” the low, dominating voice commented. “Didn’t know whores like you had the audacity to come strolling onto my turf, and try to fight back when they get caught. Now, what should we do with you?”
Jungkook sighed in relief as the man finally removed his boot from his poor head. The guard ripped off the sack from his head, and his vision was completely blurry before finally being able to focus and register where he was. His makeshift gag was torn out of his mouth, and Larry forced him to look up at the Boot Man by pulling mercilessly at his hair.
The first thought Jungkook could muster out was: fuck, he is hot . The Boot Man, better known as V, was tall, sexy, and handsome. He always thought that Yoongi and Jimin would be the only young gang leaders around here, but apparently, they weren’t. He seemed to be around the same age as Yoongi, and he couldn’t have been any older than thirty. V, who stared down at him with a strangely amused smirk, had his hair dyed a beautiful scarlet that brought out the hazel which was his eyes.
“Sir, please, I didn’t know that this was your territory. I will never come back again, let me go,” Jungkook pleaded.
“Search him,” V ordered, turning his heel and strolling back to his leather couch and resting his chin on his palm. "Make sure he's got nothing on him." The man continued to stare at Jungkook with a small devilish grin, his eyes not once peeling away from the boy.
“Already did, sir,” Larry responded.
“Did you check for any markings or tattoos? We need to make sure he isn’t part of some other gang, or it wouldn’t be pretty for you, bitch,” V muttered out, checking his nails as Larry nodded, then proceeding to rip the jacket off of him with ease.
Jungkook purposely wore a low cut V-neck tank underneath the jacket, exposing his prominent collar bones and toned muscles. He heard Larry quietly groan at the sight of him and the spy just rolled his eyes.
The man forced Jungkook to stand back up again, tightening his hold on the younger's wrists before pulling down his jeans, revealing the red laced panties that he was wearing. Jungkook’s face turned the same color as V’s hair as he felt the cool air hit his privates.
The leader laughed. “A prostitute embarrassed of a strip and search? Get over it, whore. I bet you got tons of money tonight with that kind of body on my turf. Isn’t that right, pretty boy?”
“N-no sir,” Jungkook stammered out. "I promise you it was all a mistake. I will never come back, I'm begging you. Let me go."
The man just ignored him, biting his lip as he scanned Jungkook's body. He knew he was a snack, but he thought that maybe he could be able to seduce the motherfucker with his sex appeals. But nothing was working. It took every fiber in his body not to punch the North End boss in the face.
He was really beginning to hate him.
“Nothing on him, sir,” Larry said after inspecting every inch of his body. The pervert took his time with the bottom half of his body, making sure to leave marks on Jungkook’s ass. The spy willed himself not to throw up.
“Alright, thanks, Larry. Now get out, I need to have a little...chit chat with this thing .”