The Only One || Jungkook

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Seoul, South Korea. 02:23 am

Over the techno music, drowned by the thick walls separating the nightclub from the basement, the dry and hollow sound of the wooden bat against the stomach and chest of the man collapsing on the floor echoed between the four walls.

—Take it like a good girl —gasped a masculine, yet sweet voice—. Now tell me where's my money.

—I don't know —the old man lying on the floor cried, while raising his hands—. I promise I don't know.

—So you can't give Jeon's money back, yet you're paying 800,000 wons to get your cock sucked? —the military boots fly to the man's chubby chest.

—Gil —the pain he was going through was almost palpable through his cracked voice—. Nam Gil. He was the one in charge of the distribution.

—I don't give a fuck who was in charge of the distribution —the brunette yelled, grabbing the almost unconscious man by the collar—. You're the one who's in control of what your boys do, and that includes Nam Gil. If one of your boys loses our money, you're the one making up for it.

—Don't tell Jeon —the middle aged man sounded desperate—, please. I'll get the money. I will —his pupils were shaking while trying to convince the man in front of him—. Please —he sobbed—. I will do whatever you want.

—Oh, whatever he wants?

Nobody needed to actually see him, the tone and sound of his voice made everyone go quiet. The tension was palpable as soon as everyone recognized his deep melodic voice, sharper than the different knives aligned on the table.

He appeared through the darkness, imposing his heavy presence over everyone in the room, as if everything that was going on just a few seconds ago was a child's play. Things were serious now that he was there.

—What were you willing to do, Min Joon? —he questions, raising one of his eyebrows— Were you trying to make my men betray me?

—No, oh my god, no —he shook his head, replying with a trembling voice—. I just need time, Jeon. Please.

—But you got time, didn't you? —Jungkook grabbed his jaw, forcing the man to look at him— You got time, and from what I see you also got some of the money. Used it for something better, I see.

—I'm sorry. I'm sorry —he kept repeating.

—I know you are —his expression softened for one second—. I'm sure you regret it, and you are more than ready to work again to make this all up.

—Yes, sir —the old man was close to breaking in whimpers and sobs.

—Give me the towel —Jungkook ordered one of his men.

—Wha...

—Give me the fucking towel —he raised his voice.

The change in his voice, from soft to rough, made everyone jump and remember who they were dealing with. The younger of them rushed to grab the white towel and hand it to their boss, whose expression was again neutral.

Giving the tied man a small smile, he started cleaning the blood that was coming out of his rounded big nose. He was gentle, calm, cleaning everything and making Min Joon relax. It's like he was sure Jungkook wouldn't lay a hand on him after his promises.

—So, Nam Gil? —Jungkook asked, stepping back again and throwing the towel somewhere in the room— He's the man I should be looking for.

Min Joon nodded fast, stuttering on his words while trying to answer vocally.