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134. GOT7 Jackson - The Truth Evasion I

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Jackson Wang, GotSeven's ace hitman and local strip club owner, has had his eye on the girl who helps the gang stash away their dirty money for years now. He wants to know why you won't give him a chance, but you're fairly certain that Jackson can't handle the truth of your past. There are some obstacles that mere sexual attraction and a good fuck aren't enough to overcome.

Warnings: Strong language, mafia!au, violence, maybe some boring financial stuff because this idea struck me while I was studying for my finance laws exam. I also have no clue when Part 2 will be out. This is just a two-parter, btw. Hopefully next week? Ugh. I hope.

Word Count: 3k+

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"For fuck's sake, Wang. Just because it's called blood money, doesn't mean that you need to actually get blood all over it. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Jackson Wang grinned down at you. He was dressed in black from head to toe, his hood lowered and the mask on his face pulled down so that it was now resting under his chin. There were smudges of blood on his forehead and cheeks, but you weren't worried. The blood wasn't his. It never was. Besides, if the shit-eating grin on Jackson's face was any indication, then he wasn't remotely hurt. It had been a routine hit tonight; kill the guy, get the money. But there was more cash here than you'd been expecting. You looked up at Jaebum, who was standing over you, arms folded as he looked down at the briefcases full of cash with a steely glint in his eyes.

"He lied to us. There's at least 2 million in here," you explained, waving a stash of notes for emphasis. "Way more than we were expecting. It's a good thing we took him out, or he would have caused some serious problems for us."

Jaebum scoffed, rubbing his jaw. "Nobody conducts robberies in our territory without our permission. He was asking for it."

Jackson crouched down beside you, fingers reaching out to leaf through a small stack of notes. He hadn't had the time to savor the cash, he'd been rushing to get away from the crime scene after the kill. There was always a rush of adrenaline when he got safely back to headquarters, the money secure and the operation successful. Not to mention that he lived for the spark that alighted in your eyes whenever you spotted the cash. You loved money and Jackson Wang loved you. He nudged you lightly with his shoulder.

"What do you think, babe? Think we should invest the extra million into our wedding?" he joked.

You glared at him, unamused by his antics. "Fuck off, Wang."

"Hey, I was just kidding-"

"Aside from the fact that I would rather die than go anywhere near a wedding with you-" you shot him a look of disgust to emphasize your point. "We can't use this cash directly. See these notes? They have consecutive serial numbers and they're brand new, crisp notes if you ignore the blood Wang got on them. Guy robbed these from a bank, remember? If we take this money anywhere near a legal source in this country then we're going to set off a million triggers and the robbery will be traced back to us."

Jaebum sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Fine. We won't use them for anything legal, then. We'll use it to pay off BTS for last month's arms trade deals. They've been ragging me for the money all day."

You sighed and shook your head. "It's not just dirty money, Jaebum. This cash is directly traceable to a bank robbery conducted barely a week ago. The national investigation agencies literally have alerts everywhere for this. BTS won't touch it either. No, we need to get this money out of the country. It's going to take a smuggling operation."