<HORNS>|| BTS x Jungkook ~Mafia AU~

Strange, isn't it?

"I - I don't know..."

Woobin glared at the small boy. This boy, this slave who'd grown the balls to disobey an order. To disobey his fucking order.

"I see being a Jeon slut has gifted you with new found confidence."

Jimin was weltering under Woobin's towering presence. He was scared out of his wits and he was willing to obey any and every order the Jeon's had, but when Woobin summoned the blonde boy to the Geopo-dong Jeon tower in Gangnam, Jimin would never have expected this.

He pulled the oversized striped top further down his paws as he shook his head, "I'm s-sorry master."

Woobin smirked and placed the Jeon emblem figurine down on his huge desk before lifting himself off the swivelling chair. His office was massive and probably the size of a normal person's house. With marble floors and modern interiors, he owned all the lives in Gangnam. Mr Jeon gave charge of Gangnam to Woobin.

His back was facing Jimin as he stared out of the glass window which was wall sized, looking down at all the souls he owned. Daring to stare at the sharp haircut and broad shoulders, Jimin couldn't help but appreciate how strikingly similar Jungkook and Woobin looked from behind, before he dropped his gaze with fright at being caught looking without permission.

"So it's settled then. You will enrol as normal and if Jungkook has any...problems with our arrangements, send him to me." Woobin's smooth voice echoed through the vast office as Jimin nodded rapidly although Woobin couldn't see.

"Ne master."

Woobin turned around and analysed Jimin who had his blonde head tilted, looking down at the floor.

"You're a good kid," he stepped towards Jimin as the said boy stumbled back, eyes still glued to the floor and hands crossed at his navel, "Stay this way. We don't want these marble floors floating with your blood now, do we?"

Jimin gulped as Woobin lifted a bony finger to trace his soft, chubby cheek. Jimin froze but kept his eyes lowered and face still.

"Or maybe I won't have to get my hands dirty," he bent down so his thick lips were aligned with Jimin's ear, "Maybe Jungkook will deal with you himself, trainee officer Park."

The words travelled down Jimin's eardrum and hit his soul.

Shooting his head up, his beautiful, puffy eyes involuntary widened and met Woobin's slanted ones ever so briefly before a new wave of horror struck his every nerve, his every bone. His teeth were suddenly chattering. His legs were quivering and he felt lightheaded, he was going to faint.

Fanning a hand through his blonde hair before draping it over his features and finally to his neck, pressing the sides of his jugular vein ever so slightly, Woobin chuckled.

"Oh I know. I know everything."

He let go of Jimin and began to laugh sadistically.

"That - that wuh-was y-years ago....I - I..."

"Shhh," Woobin covered Jimin's chunky lips with two fingers as he pouted and shook his head. Taking immense pleasure from making the young boy filled with indescribable dread, Woobin was grinning from ear to ear.

"Just do as I say and Jungkookie won't have to get his heart broken and you'll get to keep your blood," Woobin strolled back to his executive chair and sat down, sharp eyes assessing Jimin's every move.

"Jungkook would destroy you. Fuck, my baby bro is worse than me," he tilted his head back and found this thought highly amusing before he looked straight at Jimin, coldness and stony glare replacing the laughter resonating only a split second before.