B/c I'm a slut for Mafia!aus
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"Do you know what you did?
His voice was deliciously teasing, and the pure, unadulterated fear clouding the man's eyes was enough to bring him immense satisfaction.
"Lee."
Despite the restraints binding him to the chair, the man jumped as Jungkook's voice permeated the silence.
He let out muffled whines and grunts against the cloth tightly gagging him, very close to tears.
"Well," Jungkook drawled, pacing around the man liesurely.
"-since you're so intent on being silent, I'll explain."
He smiled sadistically and moved to sit on the chair placed in front of the victim, pulling a gun from the holster hidden under his suit jacket.
Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees. Their proximity was so close that he could almost feel the man's panicked breaths on his face.
"I don't appreciate your actions lately. You know how I feel about the purity of our products. Unhappy customers makes me unhappy. And do you know what happens when I'm unhappy?"
His voice was nearly a whisper, so that not even the bodyguards nearby could hear him.
The man visibly shuddered, eyes wide with fear.
"I'm aware you have a daughter? And a wife?"
At that Lee snapped, writhing against his restraints and letting out muffled cries.
Jungkook smiled.
"Maybe when we're done with you we can send them a gift. You do have nice eyes. I'm sure they would appreciate the gesture."
He stood up, pressing the Beretta to the man's temple.
"I don't tolerate behavior like this," he murmured softly.
"You'll serve as a nice example."
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When Jungkook entered his penthouse suite, it was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually his lover was in the living room, watching television quietly, or in the kitchen preparing a late night snack.
Tonight, however, she was sound asleep at her desk, textbooks spread out around her. Their cat was lounging on her hunched over figure, and he chuckled as he spotted some drool threatening to ruin her notes.
"Wangbi, wake up," he murmured softly.
If he was honest, all he wanted to do was collapse in bed and maybe sleep for the next century or so- but one of his advisors had informed him that there was a possible rat in one of his production facilities. He would have to wake up early and deal with them personally in order to reinforce order.
When she finally stirred, she smiled softly, eyes half closed in sleep-induced bliss.
"Hi lovely," she croaked, voice scratchy from sleep. Prodding fingers reached out to touch his cheek, cupping it gently as if making sure he really was there.
