MONSTER | VKOOK

┌THIRTY-THREE┐

"I'm not certain about the whole ordeal, it-it's very suspicious to me." Jungkook stammered, biting onto his thumb. They both waited for their turn patiently outside the fancy room where Mr. Kim.

"It's easier this way, don't you think, buddy?" Ky patted Jungkook's back and snickered. Jungkook shrugged, removing Ky's hands off him. "Not so funny when he will have a gun pointed at your forehead."

"No need to be so brutal, cupcake. That boyfriend of yours will try to kill me, whether I do something anymore or not. Now, rather than patiently waiting for that, isn't it better to use his power to get rid of one of the problems?"

Jungkook shut up, timid, and looked down. Ky had a fair point, the problem was not just Taehyung, but both of them. Getting rid of one would make things a lot easier still Jungkook couldn't help but panic.

"We can just tell Taehyung to kill, no?" Jungkook mumbled, eyes big. His head was bucked at Ky. "It would bring less chaos- and-and he is in jail, r-right? What are we going to do now, then?"

"Jungkookie, I will explain the whole situation to you later, but keep it in mind setting them both up means Mr. Kim would be fighting him instead of us, which is exactly what we need."

Jungkook closed his mouth again, fingers fiddling. Ky leaned back against the large wooden door, arms crossed against his chest. The waiting room was empty, no one except for them, hopefully. "Plus, this is a backup plan if he escapes from jail, y'know."

"Okay," Jungkook muttered, moving away. The large door swung open from the inside, and- and there was a man, whom Jungkook assumed was the politician.

Ky stepped aside as well, watching the man leave, not paying much mind to them. Ky sneaked inside the room and saw Mr. Kim was sitting on a chair, arms resting over a wooden table and his chin placed atop the pad of his palm.

"Good afternoon, boss." Ky gripped Jungkook's arm again and bowed, returning to his 'mafia soldier' persona, and waited for the man to allow him to get inside.

"Walk in, my boy." Mr. Kim waved his hand to tell Ky to get inside, seemingly pleased by the appearance of the guest beside him.

Ky stepped inside, dragging Jungkook alone, and pushed the boy forward. "I have this surprise with me, only for you, sir." Ky grinned, apparently proud of himself.

And honestly, for a few seconds, Jungkook lost track of reality and forgot this all was an act only by how professional and natural Ky looked throughout the whole thing.

"Took time, but at least we're here now," Ky brushed his fluffy locks back, a playful look around his lips, matching with his appearance; a black t-shirt with a leather jacket over and black jeans underneath, looking like those cliché bikers that's usually romanticized in books and series.

"What now? Gon' kill him now?" Ky continued, flaring a stare at Jungkook, hiding his definite apprehension underneath the multiple layers of the mask he wore.

Jungkook was nervous and his head hung low, incapable of meeting Mr. Kim's darkened gaze was full of mischief. A reticent smirk twisted around his lips. Oh and, Mr. Kim was a sick being. As much as Taehyung, somehow.

Killed, kidnapped, used violence, did all the evil acts to make things go in his way. Forced people into submission, stole, sold.