The Only One || Jungkook

45 | Epilogue

Over the last techno tracks of the playlist, 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.

—You really thought there would be no consequences? —Minho carried the wooden stick, placing it over his shoulder while he looked at the man kneeling in front of him— What did you expect? —he asked, squatting in front of him— Give us the money.

—I promise I don't have it —the man whimpered, moving his gaze down.

—You don't have it? —Minho was getting ready to use his bat again, before he was stopped.

He recognized that thick voice, which immediately made him drop the stick to the side of his body before he turned to his boss. Jungkook appeared through the darkness, followed by two of his men as he strutted his way next to Minho.

—So you don't have my money? Yet you kept my drugs? —Jungkook raised his eyebrow, looking down at the man— Look at me when I'm talking to you.

His jaw clenched as his fingers tangled on the greasy locks of his black hair, pulling him up and forcing his scared eyes into his cold gaze.

—Je... Je... Jeon, I promise I tried to, but I wasn't able to get people to buy it —he managed to speak while his lips trembled—. Please, don't do anything to me. I promise I'll work harder if you give me a second chance.

Jungkook bent over, slightly but enough to be heard without speaking too loudly, smirking maliciously.

—I'm not the one you should be scared about.

Kijung looked up at Jungkook, unable to hold back his lips from pouting when he heard that sentence. Everybody in the room knew what it meant. And the fact that it wasn't just one or the other, but the two of them dealing with the issue, showed how serious it actually was.

Every man in the room stood straight when they heard her sighing. Every man, except Jungkook. He looked at Y/n with a proud smile, waiting for her to join him, at the same time he stepped back slightly to allow her to get control of the situation.

—You had two months to sell what we gave you, what are you talking about? —she questioned, relaxed— Either our product isn't good enough or you aren't doing your job properly. So which one would it be?

Kijung was unable to hold her gaze, dropping it back to the floor as he tried to keep her from seeing his tears flooding from his eyes. Y/n felt her patience vanishing slowly, unable to hold back her fingers from hooking on his jaw to force him to look at her.

—I will guess you've been trying your best, because not only we trusted in you, but we gave you a business you feed from, right? Because if you weren't doing your job right, that'd be like an insult for us. So I'll assume the problem is with what we sell.

Jungkook looked at her from behind, impressed by how her Korean kept improving every day, but also finding himself admiring the woman she had become. He had been witness to similar situations a few times, but he was still surprised at how the sweet and kind soul she was behind closed doors was also that tough and intolerant freak that was about to teach Kijung a lesson.

Aware of where it was heading, he motioned Minho to open one of the small bags. Taking a small metallic straw from her pocket, she handed it to Kijung.

—Take it or I swear I'll mop the counter with your head until you snort it clean —Y/n warned him.

His hands trembled before he took the straw, getting up under the supervision of everyone in the room, heading to the messy amount of coke that was poured over the surface. He was about to make some lines with it, but Y/n stopped him.