Dead Ringer |Jikook|🎀

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Chapter Nine: The scar.

"It's been 1 and a half month Jimin. I can't be lenient with you anymore. You have to start training", Jeongguk said with an angry glare.

Jimin pouted as he turned to Namjoon who shrugged. "I'm sorry Jiminie. He heard the doctor." Namjoon sadly sighed out.

"Yes, I fucking did! If not for me overhearing you, I would've thought he needed more time to recover." Jeongguk growled angrily.

The younger rolled his eyes. "I need more time than the doctor said though! You can't tell me to start exercising when I just got shot!" Jimin protested.

"Jimin, I won't be repeating myself again", he sternly said making Jimin roll his eyes again. He stood up, plucking the wires attached to him and walking out. Jeongguk turned to Namjoon who shrugged. "I hate that you both are keeping things from me. Just because I'm illiterate doesn't mean I am oblivious too, Namjoon. Don't you dare keep things about him from me. I won't hesitate to finish you with my own hands", Jeongguk threatened with an angry glare and Namjoon just nodded.

"I'm sorry Gguk-ah. I just feel a bond with him", Namjoon apologized, bowing.

Jeongguk didn't reply and walked away, going straight to Jimin's room. "What are you doing?" Jeongguk asked as he raised his eyebrow at the boy who sat in his bed with a cup.

"Drinking."

"What are you drinking?" Jeongguk continued questioning making Jimin roll his eyes. "What are you drinking?" Jeongguk glared at him, waiting for an answer.

When Jimin didn't give him one, he grabbed the cup and threw it away, the cup shattering to pieces. "Looks like strawberry juice", Jeongguk observed, smirking at Jimin who rolled his eyes.

Jimin stood up to leave but Jeongguk forcibly grabbed his wrist. "You know why I bought you here Jimin?" He asked and Jimin didn't reply. "Because you are too pretty", Jeongguk whispered.

"You know why I haven't tried to escape Jeongguk?" The younger asked back. "Because I want to survive," He whispered, cupping Jeongguk's cheeks.

"Are you gonna kiss me Jimin?" Jeongguk asked, licking his lips.

Jimin hummed, grip on Jeongguk's cheeks tightening harshly. "You aren't pretty though Jeongguk", he whispered, nails digging into Jeongguk's cheeks when the older leaned closer. "No one finds you pretty. No one will. No one....but I do." Jimin smirked, slowly dragging his nail down, leaving a small scar on his cheek, a few drops of blood running down his cheek.

Jeongguk raised his hand, touching his own cheek. "That's my mark. You are mine", Jimin whispered before running out of the room.

The mafia leader laughed crazily as he fell back on Jimin's bed, grabbing the disposed shirt Jimin wore and burying his face into it. He inhaled deeply, loving how Jimin smelt. "I don't know if I kidnapped him or he kidnapped me", He mumbled with a grin.

Jimin entered the training room, raising his eyebrow at the man standing inside. "What are you doing here?" Jimin asked Jinsuk who smiled at him.