road trip.

prologue / cigarettes

ROAD TRIP ,
february 2017 — march 2018

"you know, this actually quite fun. it's like we're on a road trip." he says cheerfully, tucking his knees under his chin with a smile.

"yeah, im on a road trip with an 8.4 million dollar worth guy who i kidnapped and held at gun point, and with whom im currently trying to run away with from the damn police and the fucking fbi." he mutters sarcastically, "mhm, exactly my type of fun."

WARNINGS; violence, romanticisation of kidnap, stockholm syndrome and mentions of sexual abuse.

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jungkook focus
kim namjoon, the proud mafia tycoon, grins as jeon jungkook enters the room. the latter smirks at the blond haired boy and girl with the snake tattoo, both were seated by namjoon, gazing at him through lashes heavy with mascara.
namjoon beckons him over and jungkook seats himself down, taking one of the alcoholic drinks placed on a cart nearby. he leans back with his arm draped over the sofa, looking towards namjoon who raises an eyebrow, chuckling.

"why don't you say hello to mr jeon." he laughs, and the girl obliges, walking towards jeongguk with a smirk. "so, what do you want exactly hyung?" jungkook hums.

"first of all though," namjoon queries, "you okay?" he looks at jungkook through half lidded eyes as he takes a sip of his drink.

"why wouldn't i be?" jungkook says, taking a sip of his own drink and keeping his eyes away from namjoon's searching ones.

nodding slowly as if to process jungkook's response, namjoon lights up a cigarette and perches it on his lips, before taking out a large sum of cash, from the inside of his suit jacket. he chucks the wad of notes on to the coffee table.

"i have a job - you up for it? because i know you're sti-"

"i want it." jungkook readily replies, finally looking up at namjoon. the latter smiles.

"i want a guy. alive and unharmed." namjoon states, distracted, as he places his arm over the blond haired boy's shoulders. the boy, in reply, leans into his touch.

"oh yeah? what's his worth?" jungkook asks curiously, taking the money and stashing it into his own suit pocket.

"around $8.4 million." namjoon grins.

jungkook turns and raises a curious eyebrow at the older.
"what do you want him for?"

"as a hostage. his dad has a lot of money to spare so why not use his son to get it? don't worry that's only a quarter of the money, you'll get more later if you bring him to me." he pauses, stubbing out his cigarette after a few short puffs, "will you do it?"

jungkook cocks his head, "an 8.4 million dollar boy?" he smiles darkly, "why wouldn't i do it?"

namjoon chuckles again. "good man." he stands up, straightening his navy suit and walks past jungkook, fondly ruffling the younger's hair.
"hope to see him soon then." namjoon yells as he leaves the dimly lit room, the door closing behind him and leaving jungkook in the company of the girls.

the latter inhales the scent of heady perfume and burning cigarettes before turning his attention to the girl perched on his knee.
"how about we have some fun now, baby girl?"

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[a/n: aHAHGAGA i cackled throughout the writing of this because jungkook wouldn't even stand a metre away from a girl let alone let one sit on his lap fgs

also $8.4million is the actually net worth of taehyung,, damn $$$]