Deranged | Jimin

MK

I looked at Jimin in perplexion. Why would the leader of MK want to meet us?

"Please, come," The MK member once again urged.

Jimin nodded to me and we followed the member back down the building after quickly getting ready. The car was parked there once more waiting for us. He drove for only a few minutes this time before arriving in front of another run-down building. He gestured for us to follow him inside.

The first room we entered, there were a few topless men covered in tattoo playing a form of gambling. They were smoking and chatting loudly as well. We continued walking into a corridor. Men that past us all looked at us ominously and I avoided their gazes, hiding myself behind Jimin. They had white tank tops and gold chains on. Their looks were the definition of thuggish. I could definitely see now why Jimin said MK was very different from FIRE.

We went up several flights of dimly-lit stairs until we reached the top floor. The man leading us knocked on a room at the end and waited for a response.

A voice shouted something in cantonese from inside, and he replied in cantonese as well. The door was then opened by someone from the inside and we were urge in.

A man sat in the middle-back of the room, his legs propped lazily up on the wooden desk in front of him. He had bleached platinum blond hair that was pushed back, and he seemed also Jimin's age. He had on a tank top that showed the muscles on his arms and his tattoos.

He greeted us with an eyebrow flash and surprised me by speaking in fluent Korean, "Hey, you the two Yoongi sent to us?" I nodded. "I'm Boss of MK, you can call me Jackson."

"Hello..." I greeted him politely, still unsure of what he wanted.

"Song Yerin? You were on TV even here in Hong Kong!" Jackson said with a laugh.

I internally groaned. Just how many people would recongnise me now because of that stupid police mistake? I guess my name was not going to be cleared for at least the next few years.

"And you," he continued, "Park Jimin, ex-top dog of FIRE. I heard about your betrayal of Yoongi."

Jimin just stared at him emotionlessly, not being provoked to a response.

"What happened to Yoongi, and Eunjung?" I blurted out. We hadn't have the chance to look at the news yet, and I desperately wanted to know if they were alright. I guess a friendly gang leader would be the first to know the truth or their safety.

"Min Yoongi is dead."

My eye widened in shock. No, I'm sure I heard wrong. "Y-You're joking right?"

"No, do I look like a person that jokes? Oh Eunjung is in charge of FIRE now." He said.

I felt the strength in my legs disappearing and I had to hold onto Jimin for support. I looked at him, and for the first time in my life I've seen his shocked expression.

"Shame," Jackson continued, "They were known as the King and Queen of Eastern-Asian Underworld. I guess the epic tale of their partnership ends here."

I felt tears welling up. Yoongi has been such a supportive person ever since I entered this world. Without him, I never would have made it that far, alive and well, being the Busan Killer's girlfriend. I had a lot to thank him for. He was one of Jimin's closest friend as well, he must be devastated to lose him.

Jimin put a hand on top of mine that was holding onto him, and gave it a good squeeze. Even though he was not saying anything, I could feel his silent grieve.

"Anyway, we went off topic there," Jackson said. "The reason I wanted to see you two today, is to ask you something."

"What?" Jimin said rather sternly.

"What do you know about Bludhood?"

"Why do you want to know about Bludhood?" Jimin asked him back, something resembling annoyance in his voice.

Jackson shrugged, "It's always good to have information on gangs of neighboring countries."

My mind ran over what I knew. I personally wasn't told much about Bludhood with the low rank I was in FIRE. I knew they were smaller than FIRE, and they weren't as rich either. Then I remembered one important thing that we know about them; their leader was Kim Namjoon, and he was in Goyang.

"Not much," Jimin answered, "Only that they appeared around four years ago."

Jackson nodded, "I knew that already. Anything else?"

"No," Jimin answered. He was purposefully omitting the fact that we knew about Bludhood's leader.

"You were a top dog of FIRE, yet you know so little about the rivaling gang?" Jackson said, raising a questioning brow.

"I left FIRE around the same Bludhood became prominent," Jimin replied.

Jackson nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer. He put his legs back on the floor and leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees. He then asked me, "And what do you know about Bludhood?"

Seeing how Jimin was concealing our knowledge of Kim Namjoon, I went with it as well. "Nothing," I said, "I'm sure you know everything that I know. I'm only a low ranking member of FIRE."

"But I heard you were friends with Min Yoongi, surely you must have heard something from him?"

I shook my head, playing the innocent card. "No, nothing at all. He doesn't tell anyone anything."

Jackson leaned back in his chair nodding. "Well, that was all I wanted to ask." He made a gesture to a menacing guy standing next to him, the said to us, "Go enjoy your stay in Hong Kong for however long."

The big guy escorted us back out there building, and we were given directions on how to get back to the safe house of MK.

As we were walking I attempted to start a conversation. "So, Jimin, are you alright?"

"Yea." He replied, not even looking my way. Nope he was not alright. I could see the crease between his brows. I have noticed that Jimin tends to hide his emotions behind his 'cool' facade, and it takes time to get him to really tell you what he's feeling. I knew he must be hiding the pain of losing a long time friend so suddenly. It was never good for him to bottle up his emotion, because the way he took his emotion out was by....

I decided to take a turn contrary to the directions we were given.

Jimin pulled on my arm. "You are going the wrong way."

"No, I'm not." I said with a gentle smile, "Let's go explore Hong Kong."