"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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The tower structure screamed silence, as the night surrounded the sky. On the third floor, there was Jimin tied up, wrists throbbing by the ropes around his wrists as he sat restless in a rusty chair. Chairman Lee, in his late fifties stepped closer to him and slapped him a across the face with a scowl.
Jimin grunted, his blonde hair falling on his face, throwing his neck back with a smirk, as his hair scattered out of his face. He noticed two men behind the chairman, their hands down and looking at him in a such a wrong way possible.
"This is not how I wanted this evening to go," The Mr Lee started, his voice deep as he stared down at the captive male. The blonde haired boy had an expensive suit on, buttons of blazer opened with the tie loosened.
"I know how you wanted this evening to go." The twenty three years old Jimin smirked, his eyes hinted with mischevious and tease. "This is much better, believe me."
"Who are you working for?" The chairman asked, a frown permanent on his face.
"Shin Jordan, yes?" The men among the two from behind approached Jimin, pushing the chair back, making Jimin's heart drop in his stomach. Because he was now at the edge of the building, if the man pushes the chair even more, he'd fall.
Jimin's breath weavers, afraid of falling back.
"Does he thinks we have to go through him? Hah, that bastard." The oldest among them said.
"Jordan? I don't even know who the fuck is that." Jimin's jaw clenched tightly. The man pushing his chair back stopped and pulled him back, amusement glinting his eyes as he looked back at their leader.
The old man scoffed. "Jordan, he's our rival and always sends a spy in my empire. It's always a man!" He yelled in the place, throwing his arms around.
"He yet again sent a spy." The man stepped closer to Jimin. "And turns out to be simply another pretty face. Seems like Jordan is fond of men nowadays."
Two men snickered in the background while Jimin smirked. "You really think I'm pretty?" A man stepped closer to Jimin and grabbed his chin with his forefingers and thumb.
"Don't play dumb and fuck around," Mr Lee sneered, hissing as he rubbed his forehead. Jimin's expressions remained impassive, but his mind raced along with his heartbeat pounding against his ribcage in anticipation.
Jimin was now twenty three years old charming man with a dangerous personality. He could kill, stab, shoot anyone without any feelings. To taste his ability and speciality, he was sent as a spy to know the technical aspects of other mafia syndicate, to know what they use in their guns and gadgets.
