Master Jeon • 지국✔️

Chapter 2

Jimin's head throbbed with pain as he slowly regained consciousness. The world around him was a blur of dim light and muted sounds, gradually sharpening into focus. He found himself in a darkened room, the only illumination coming from a small, flickering lamp on a wooden table nearby. As his eyes adjusted, he took in his surroundings—a bare concrete floor, metal walls, and a single door with a small window at the top. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized he was somewhere unfamiliar, and the memory of the terrifying encounter in the library flooded back with a wave of nausea.

The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and rust, an unsettling combination that made Jimin's stomach churn. He tried to move, only to discover that his hands were bound tightly behind his back. Panic set in as he struggled against the restraints, the coarse rope digging into his wrists. His mind raced with questions and fears. Why had this man taken him? What did he want? And more pressingly, how was he going to escape?

Before Jimin could formulate a plan, the door creaked open, and the unfamiliar man from the library stepped inside. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held the same cold intensity that Jimin remembered. He approached slowly, each step deliberate and measured. He crouched down in front of Jimin, his gaze never leaving the frightened librarian's face. "You're awake," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Good. We have much to discuss, and I don't have time for games."

Jimin tried to speak, but soon realized that there was some sort of cloth in his mouth, preventing him from doing so.

"Aw, I'm awfully sorry about that," the man says, darkly chuckling as he rips the dirty rag from his mouth. Jimin took a shaky breath, building up the courage to speak.

"W-who are you?" He stammered, glancing around the room trying to adjust to the darkness. The air felt thick and murky, as if the room hadn't been cleaned in ages. He looked around the floor as if to find something, anything to help him get out of this frightening dream. Thoughts raced across his mind, only making him more anxious. How did I even end up here? What did I do to deserve this?

The muscular man, now directly in front of him, harshly took the shaking boys chin in between his tattooed fingers. He smelled of cigarettes, coconut and death all in one nauseating mixture. He leaned in, his breath hot against Jimin's ear. "I'm Jeon Jungkook, the shadow that lurks in your nightmares, and from now on, I'm your master." He whispered, his voice icy and detached.

Jimin's brows furrowed in confusion, not recognizing the name at all. He looked up to meet the taller's eyes, anger now setting in his features as he no longer wanted to be bound to the rusty pole, like an animal just sitting and waiting for a predator to make use of them. "In your petty little dreams," he spit, face just inches away from the other.

"So, you really don't know me huh?" He chuckled, taking a step back to look at the boy in front of him. Jungkook loved this. This was his comfort place. The place where he could take his anger out on everyone else without giving a fuck about the consequences. In fact, there were no consequences here at all. He was the boss, everyone bowed down to him and he gave no second thought about who that might hurt. He lived to kill, he yearned for it. But he knew he couldn't kill Jimin, as much as he wanted to, he was the only one who knew where his precious flash drive was, and right now that was worth more to him than a dead body.

Jimin nodded his head at what seemed like the stupidest question on the planet. "What do you want from me?" He said, voice barely audible and shaking from the chillingly cold room.

Jungkook raised his hand and slapped Jimin straight across his dirty face, now adorned with his hand print. "I think what you mean is, what do you want from me master Jeon." He yelled, in a tone so cold it sent chills down the other's spine.