Nightlife J.JK

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Jungkook POV

I paced back and forth, frustration across my face, as I waited to get any news about Y/n’s whereabouts. I know where I can be. But I trusted Y/n's father, well not really because I know that man, and I knew his nature. Still I wished that her father at least cared about her.

I knew the risks of being involved in the world  of organized crime, but nothing prepared me for the fear that gripped my heart for Y/n, I hope she is fine.

What if she is not fine? What if she is getting tortured right now? What if she is getting-

God no, I should not think that way.

The room's silence was shattered by the sudden entrance of Mingyu. "We've got a lead," he informed, his tone hushed. "They've taken her to your father's house. He paid her father, god really? Which father can do that?”

I swear I will give the worst death to her father. And of course my father too.

My jaw tensed as I nodded, my mind racing with thoughts of Y/n's safety. “I know,”

I couldn't shake the worry that consumed me, knowing the dangerous game we were playing.

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Y/n POV

I descended the grand staircase, I wasn't surprised by the sight of heavily armed men scattered throughout the mansion.

Stepping onto the expansive lawn, I witnessed Jiyong engaged in a tense conversation with a desperate middleman.

“Please, let go of my daughter and my wife, I told you I will pay up the debt.” The old man pleaded, for forgiveness of his debt, his desperation palpable.

I felt bad for the man, here this man is paying to return his daughter meanwhile mine sold me for money.

“So you are here for that? I told you to pay up first.” He coldly replied.

“I did,” He exclaimed.

“You did, what about the rest of the people in your town? I told you all to leave the land, the land could have brought me some profit but you didn't give it. Now I have to get the profit by selling your women for pr*stitution,” Jiyong exclaimed.

I approached the scene, My gaze fixed on them, is it for serious? He is setting up girls for pr*stitution against their consent for money?

He knew he was cruel but is he really that cruel?

Jiyong, acknowledging her presence, motioned for me to come closer to him. I looked at him and then at the man, I walked closer to him. “Just take him away, show him a little show of his wife getting r*ped maybe then he will pay his debt.”

As he said that, his men pulled the man away.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my neck. I did everything in my will to not cringe. “You took so much time, you are smelling so good,”

"Come, let's have lunch," he said, as if the encounter with the indebted middleman was a mere inconvenience.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked him, "Why won't you forgive his debt? You're wealthy enough; a few dollars shouldn't matter.”

Jiyong, a hint of a wry smile playing on his lips, replied, "Angel, it's not about the money. It's about principle. In our world, debts must be repaid, and forgiveness comes at a cost. It's a matter of maintaining order and respect."

“Principles? Selling women for pr*stitution against their consent doesn't that go against your principles?” I asked.

As we walked towards the table, the distant echoes of the middle aged man's pleas lingered in the air, a reminder of the harsh reality that governed Jiyong's world.