"Hyung... did mom and dad really left us?" The nine years old boy sobbed, hiding his face in the crock of Jungkook's neck - not wanting to witness his dead parents infront of him as he clutched onto the shirt of his older brother who had him in his...
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Jungkook stared blankly in the room somewhere, thinking about the situation that unfolded just moments ago. He immediately ran home after sensing Jimin's panicked state, cuddling him enough to get him to comfortably sleep. While his left hand caressed Jimin's left shoulder, feeling the weight of Jimin's body against his, his own mind couldn't help thinking how hard it must've been to this boy.
His training has just started a few months ago; and he's slowly grasping onto the situation but he's not that capable of hearing gunshots suddenly. Jungkook has experienced this situation where he was surrounded by gunshots and he swears to god, he doesn't want Jimin to experience the same.
The younger was leaning in his embrace, sleeping while snuggling closer to him while Jungkook's mind rolled back to how the situation got escalated. Who were those guys in motorbikes and why did that guy aimed at Jimin, and not him?
There were many mafia's who wanted Jungkook dead so they could take over Mr Jeon's empire. But this situation was completely different. This time, Jimin was the one who got targeted; it was unexpected since no mafia dared to plan something on him because they knew Jungkook would definitely kill them before they can even do anything to Jimin.
Jimin's body shifted a little in sleep, and that was what got Jungkook out of his never-ending thoughts that has been occupying his whole mind. The older sighed with exhaustion, standing up softly from the bed, not wanting the younger to wake up. He then drapped the duvet on Jimin's body and kissed his head.
"Good night," He whispered with a smile, his hand patting on Jimin's soft fluffy black hair.
His feet tapped on the floor as he made his way to the wooden door, glancing at Jimin for the last time, he closed the door. When he reached the stairs, he saw Mr Kang and a few male's standing there anxiously.
"Uncle, did you find who they are? Or who they work for?" Jungkook asked, shuffling his hands inside the pocket of his ripped jeans, standing with a straighten posture.
Mr Kang exchanged glances with other men, before setting his eyes on Jungkook. "We didn't find anything."
"Hyung-nim, there's a man among them who is still alive. But he's not willing to tell us anything if we ask him," A man said.
Jungkook sighed before nodding his head, "Bring him here." He ordered before taking a comfortable position on the couch.
Mr Kang stood there anxiously, not really knowing what will happen to this unknown guy because he heard Jungkook saying Jimin was the target. Mr Kang is sure as hell not ready to see Jungkook turning into Mr Jeon. Although, he would love to see the boy's dangerous side, he wouldn't lie.
Soon, Jungkook's men forced the guy in the hall room, ordering him to kneel down. The unknown guy looked young, very young; he had a small scar around the corner of his lips, his hair messy and cut at left cheekbone.
