Bound By Chains | Minsung

1 - At gunpoint

When Jisung regained consciousness he realised that his hands were chained behind him. He was sitting on a chair in a very desolate room, probably in a basement. The likeness of which was very well known to him

He had been in similar looking places countless number of times. What they would call a 'torture room' in the mafia world. He was accustomed to this

Although usually it would be some ugly looking dude sitting on the chair begging for something Jisung couldn't give two shits about...usually it would be him standing in front of the person narrating to him the upcomings of the next few hours

Not fun. A toy is not worth it if it can't be played with. Just a few games and the guy would be blabbering every single information he had, even the top secrets, even the most sensitive information that could bring the greatest mafias to their doom

Of course that was Jisung's skill, but here he was locked up in the place of criminals. Who would want to mess with the heir of one of the biggest mafia in Seoul?

His lips curved up into a smirk at the thought

Now that's interesting...

-flashback-

"Sir the deal was almost done but they started causing troubles at the end saying that they aren't fully assured"

Jisung's dad put down his glass of whiskey on the table, the sound of the glass resonating throughout the entire room.

"Aren't fully assured hmmm? Big thing to say"

the man hung his head low, afraid to look into the dark eyes which looked like they would consume him whole

"Nevertheless...what do they want?"

"T-they said that they want to personally meet the higher ups and do the deal sir"

Jisung's dad made a slight sound of sarcasm and continued "fucking assholes..."

"It's okay sir if you don't want to meet them, I can handle-"

"Did I ask you to speak?"

The man put his head down again, quivering with fear

"S-sorry sir"

"Who said I will go? Do you think I have time for these little pieces of shit?"

The man made no answer

"I'll think about it...you may leave"

"Y-yes sir" the man bowed and left with quick steps

Jisung's dad finished his glass of whiskey and made a call

"Tell Jisung that I want to see him"

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10 minutes later there was a knock on his office door

Another man in walked into his office. He looked nothing like his father, round doe eyes, brown hair, pretty face almost like a quokka, very unlike someone in the mafia.

"You called for me father?"

"Ah yes Jisung...I will need you to go to Busan for a few weeks"

"Busan?"

"Yes...There were some problems with our lands there so the dealers are trying to back out...I need you to look into it"

Jisung did not want to

Going to sketchy places, mingling with thugs and yet again if things got out of hand, teaching them the so called 'lessons', but his dad...let's just say that- HE GETS WHAT HE WANTS