"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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Black plastic bag was soon taken off from her head and her eyes flutter at the action. She roamed her gaze everywhere to find herself in a very quite room with men in suits surrounding her. Her gaze soon casted over the man in grey suit that was staring back at her, hand's twisted, one leg ontop of another, while shooting daggers at her.
"You just can't help yourself when money is thrown at you, am I right, dear aunt han-bi?" Jungkook's voice turned cold and serious as he gazed upon his aunty, who started trembling at his sight.
"What the hell are you talking about?! And why did you kidnap me?!" She yelled, trashing around to get free, however, that was a failure as she was held captive by the sharp ropes around her wrists behind the chair.
"I'm talking about you attacking Jimin with the help of that Yang bastard." Jungkook clicked his tongue, removing his leg from his other leg and standing up. "How much money did he gave you?"
Han-bi froze at her place with Jungkook's words, thinking how the mafia was able to find it but as we said before, han-bi is stupid to begin with. Her body began to tremble, scared of the way Jungkook is staring at her. She was even scared when Jungkook was in his hormonal age, now grown up and matured, she doesn't know what will happen to her.
"Lemme guess." Jungkook laughed. "You were poor," He then tsked. "So you sold your body to that Yang and ordered his men to kill Jimin so you could make me weak and take over my father's empire?"
"And now when my men took him down, you choked him to death and everyone assumed he had a heart attack so you could run off with his plenty of money. Am I right?" Jungkook scoffed.
Han-bi's breath weavers, eyes widened with pure terror and amazement of how smart Jungkook could be to find that. But she quickly scoffed, finding another weakness within Jungkook; which was the pledge to never hurt a woman.
"What you gonna do about it, kid? Hurt me? Kill me? Don't forget your father has vowed that no men in Jeon generation could hurt a woman, be it physically, mentally or emotionally. You think you can hurt me and break this alliance?" She scoffed, following after a crazy laughter past her messy lips.
Jungkook made a impressed face, laughing at the old woman. "That's impressive. I thought you were brainless but I'm impressed," He chuckled.
But soon Jungkook's laughter faded away, replaced by a poker face. The men around the dark, dim lighted hall had sweet bricking down their forehead and neck, very much scared of Jungkook at this point and all of them vowed that they will never betray this man.
Jungkook stepped towards hanbi, leaning down to her with a smile. "A man cannot hurt a woman, but who said a woman cannot hurt a woman?"
Hanbi frowned her eyebrows, confused at what Jungkook was saying. Her eyes fluttered as Jungkook leaned back before looking at a dark corner. "Shin Yuna, get to work."
