You Never Know [JIKOOK]

28. Power

The clock had just struck 7:30 in the evening when Jackson, a man of calculated moves and piercing gaze, made his entrance into the club, a place buzzing with life and pulsating with music. His purpose? A meeting with Vincent, a man who had managed to earn Jackson's disdain over the years.

Jackson was late by a calculated half-hour. He had intentionally delayed his arrival, wanting to provoke Vincent by making him wait. After all, impatience could often lead to mistakes, and Jackson was counting on that.

His secretary/ friend; Jimin, was conspicuously absent. Jimin had decided to follow later, a strategic move to ensure that if Vincent had any informants or spies in the club, they wouldn't spot them together. But at the other thought, they knew that Vincent wouldn't afford that.

As Jackson stepped into the club, he was flanked by four battlers, their imposing figures serving as a clear declaration of his status. A club assistant, recognizing his stature, led them through the crowd, navigating towards the sanctuary of the VIP room.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the VIP room, Jackson caught sight of Vincent, already inside and engrossed in a phone call. A smirk of amusement played on his lips as he watched the man, who was completely oblivious to his arrival.

Jackson motioned for his battlers to wait outside the room, choosing to take only two of them inside with him. The heavy door closed quietly behind them, sealing them off from the chaos of the club.

Vincent, sensing the change in the atmosphere, ended his call and turned to face Jackson. His smile was a half-hearted attempt at cordiality, a clear indication that it was far from genuine.

"Kang!" Jackson greeted, his voice layered with feigned enthusiasm and a hint of mischief.

Vincent caught the sarcastic tone in Jackson's greeting but chose to let it slide. He extended his hand for a handshake, a gesture that Jackson blatantly ignored. Instead, Jackson sauntered over to a plush sofa, settling down comfortably, his battlers standing guard by his side.

Vincent clutches his knuckles and pulls it into his side. He wants to glare at him but surely Jackson's battlers would notice because the minions were looking at him without emotions.

"So?" Jackson began, crossing his legs and leaning back into the soft cushions, his gaze fixed on Vincent.

Vincent, attempting to assert his dominance, spread his legs wide. This display of bravado only served to amuse Jackson. "Yeah, as of now... I don't have enough money-" Vincent began

But Jackson suddenly laughs, cutting off Vincent. See! Sitting like that as if he was a boss who had so much money, but the truth was even a penny he didn't have? How pathetic. He though. After a moment of amusement, regained his composure. "It's been 2 years, Kang. What are you saying that you don't have money?" He questioned, struggling to keep his rising anger in check.

Vincent, feeling the tension in the room, his palm suddenly became moist because he noticed the the two battlers of Jackson reach their side where their gun was placed. Shit. He needs to say something before Wang decides to explode his brain inside of this VIP room. "I-I can make it before this month ends," he stammered, hoping his words would placate Jackson.

Jackson, however, was far from convinced. "I'm not naive, Kang" he emphasized the word naive. "You always said that, but after the date you'd set, you will not show up again your disgusting face" He retorted, clenching his jaw. His gaze piercing through Vincent.

Vincent clenched his jaw. How the fuck this man insult his face infront of the others? He thought. "I will make sure this time." he countered, his voice wavering slightly under Jackson's intense scrutiny.