Scarlet Knives || Jungkook ff || DISCONTINUED

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 22

Once everyone has had time to process the situation, they all jump into action.

"Kook, sit down at the table. Ammo, clear all this shit," Gary orders, expression deadly serious. "Iceman."

"On it," Luciano replies and then he's taking long strides over to the kitchen.

"You two, clean the floors and check the deck for any more blood. We don't need tomorrow's customers thinking a murder took place here," Natalie snaps, looking between Quinten and Ike. The apprentices quickly scurry out of the room, most likely to find cleaning supplies.

Luciano returns with a first aid kit in his hands, setting it down on the table and taking a seat in front of Jungkook. Said man has his arm laid out on the table, his other hand gripping his leg tightly. Whether it's from the pain or anger, I'm not sure. Maybe a mix of both.

"It doesn't look too bad," Gary notes and I almost let out a baffled squawk. That doesn't look too bad? To me, any amount blood is bad but it looks like Jungkook has been slashed with a freakin' knife. "You gonna live?"

"Obviously. Just stings like a fucking bitch," Jungkook scoffs.

"Probably just need to wrap it. It isn't deep enough to require stitches," Luciano says.

Gary jerks his chin at Trenton. "Get some booze." Then he's immediately returning his attention to the injured brunette, crossing his arms over his chest. "How did this happen?"

"Dead eyes."

"Those motherfucking--"

I gasp shallowly at the harsh racial slur he spits out like poison, jumping in fright when he turns around and knocks a chair over, resulting in a loud bang ricocheting off the walls. A hand interlaces with mine and I look to my left to see Miriam smiling at me empathetically. No one else seems phased by the outburst and I can't help but feel embarrassed for getting scared.

"Walk me through what happened," Gary demands while breathing harshly, almost resembling a furious bull.

Jungkook takes a swig from the bottle of vodka Trenton handed him before answering, "I met with Vante, we talked business, he left first and then as I was about to leave, I got attacked."

"You know you're supposed to leave at the same time! Why didn't you!?"

"It was a minute after he left, Jesus Christ!" Jungkook snaps back. "I got a text right as I was about to get on my bike. I checked it and was attacked in that second."

"Dude, how many times do I have to tell you not to answer booty calls when you're working?" Jimin snickers.

"How about you introduce your top lip to your bottom lip and shut the fuck up," Jungkook quips with a forced, faux smile. "Need I remind you about the time you got yourself shot because you were excited about a phone call from--"

"Bro code! Bro code! Shut the fuck up, asswipe!" Jimin shouts while flipping Jungkook off.

"Enough!" Gary steps in, putting an end to the bickering. "What happened to the fucker? Did you let him get away?"

"Who do you think I am? His body is currently in a dumpster."

"In the parking lot where you met with Vante?" Gary clarifies. Jungkook nods and tips his head back, chugging down more vodka. "Did anyone see or hear?" A head shake. "Silencer?" A nod. The club president turns to point at Seokjin, Yoongi and Kirk. "Go collect the body and dump it in Lake Daylin. Don't forget the chicken wire."

As I watch the trio exit the diner, my eyes catch Victor staring at Jungkook's arm intently. I make the mistake of lowering my gaze and feel my jaw drop when I notice he's hard. From seeing Jungkook hurt? What the hell? Somehow, it's as if Gary can sense my shock and becomes aware of the sight that appalled me, scrunching his face in disgust at the apprentice. He grumbles something unintelligible under his breath and snaps his finger, gaining Victor's attention.