UNDERGROUND | JJK (Being Rewritten)

C H A P T E R 4

I never saw again the group of men that I saw that day even though Jimin told me that it is indeed in the residential block that the higher ups usually make the deals with the thugs.

"They are mostly rogue thugs. They don't have a specific gang and their dealings are usually not big enough for bigger gangs to notice."

That's what Jimin said before completely shrugging off the conversation. But I couldn't get it out of my head that easily. I weaved through the streets like a hungry dog searching for anything that would feed my questions but I only received more and more questions.

I was munching off a fish cake on my way back home. The streets were decently lit though visibility was still limited. The day was windy in itself but with nightfall it felt like a cool, gentle caress blowing back the free strands of my hair. The small houses and apartments were quiet and the parks were empty. Jimin had went out in the morning and hadn't returned by the time I went out to get some food, bringing some for him too.

Turning down a block, I heard some loud voices. My blood immediately ran cold. At ease as I was, it was still a concern that I was in Underground and the only extraordinary event was that I have been leading a smooth life. My heart lurched with fear as the voices increased to shouting. Curiosity burned through my veins. It could be those men that I saw the other day.

When I turned the corner to the next block, it was just two men shouting at each other. This time their words were crystal clear to me.

"What does that young boy know about control? He has hardly learned to control his hormones."

"Don't talk about him like that. He is the one who let you come back even after you betrayed all of us for Han."

My head spun for a second making me dizzy enough to reach for the wall so that I don't stumble down to the dirty ground. The air around me felt warmer and suddenly the large t-shirt felt too suffocating. Han. There isn't one Han family in the entire city but there are rarely any as important as them, as conceited as that sounds.

"Don't bring that up. I suffered enough already."

"But clearly you haven't changed."

"I have been here longer than any of you. I know for a fact that Jeon boy cannot maintain shit. If he could then there wouldn't be cops coming in here."

I took a step back into the dark corner. They know already. Worst case scenarios flooded in my mind. If I get caught, it wouldn't be just my present and future at risk — my past would be out. Everyone would know that I'm the second daughter of-

A twig snapped under my feet, the crunch of the small branch so terribly loud that a gasp burst through my mouth but it never went further. A hand was slapped on my mouth and for the first time in my life, instead of fighting against the force I remained still with wide eyes, realising that the two men had stopped talking.

My heart was beating out of my chest and tears brimmed the corner of my eyes when a familiar voice whispered in my ear, "It's okay, doll. Shush now. I got you."

It felt like the night was one of many firsts for me as I leaned back into Jimin, fisting the material of his sleeve tight enough to rip as footsteps started coming to our direction. I only realised that one of his hands had encircled my shoulders when he tightened his hold.

"I told you not to make a scene in the streets," one of them berated the other, "now if someone brings this to Jk's ears, you're done."

"Oh shit it. He needs me if he wants to oust the Hans."

My grip tightened on Jimin's sleeve. Too much was happening too quickly. Their footsteps were very close and we had our backs to a wall with no place to escape without being seen. I could feel a muffled thud on my back only to realise that it was Jimin's loud heartbeat, which only turned louder as the men almost neared the corner.