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

Father

6th floor.

The raven haired boy stepped out and sighed. Popping the collar of his cream blazer with pearls attached, his blue coloured contact lenses darted down the corridor. Isolated and lit up, one single chandelier reflected off the single polished mahogany door, with the friend who was changing every day behind it.

The boy was changing and Jungkook did not know why. Jungkook bathed him in luxuries; everything and anything he wanted would be given to him in less than a breath.

Jungkook adored Jimin.

He'd have preferred it if he was told everything from scratch, if the truth was told to him straight away rather than find out from some fucked up third party that Jimin used to be a trainee officer. Fuck, he knows it would've killed him, but at least he'd have known that Jimin loved him enough to tell the truth.

He'd have known that Jimin at least respects him.

He sighed again and walked down the corridor, expensive shoes clacking off the marble floor. From somewhere on one of the floors, he could hear the faint jingle of glass bottles, he could hear servants cleaning up the reception and proceed to their respective places.

He could feel the eerie ambience and prayed Mina was being taken care of properly by his mother.

Jungkook knows how much Jimin feels alone, and he wants to do something right for once. He recalls how Mina doted over the smaller framed boy, and he'd do anything to make her happy. This is precisely why instead of entertaining the most elite persons in the world downstairs in the lavishly decorated ball room; Jungkook is strolling to Jimin's room.

Jungkook will set Jimin free tonight.

He doesn't know what he's going to do without him constantly being there, but after tonight, he'll only ever need Mina anyway.

Maybe they could stay friends once he's settled the younger boy in a comfortable house, one where he can always visit every now and then.

The Jeon chuckled to himself, "Fat chance he'd wanna stay friends with me," and opened the doorknob to the room Jimin was locked up in.

He doesn't know why he's feeling so generous tonight, but wants to act upon his whim quickly, wants to set Jimin free before his mind changes later.

"Jimin," he called out lazily, stepping into the room and looking around at the antique furniture and spacious area, fit for two families of six.

The room was silent.

He sniggered, "Ya Jimin, I'm about to make you the happiest boy alive. Come out baby."

There was still no response.

Frowning, he took long strides to the attached bathroom and swung the door open impatiently, but again was no sign of Park Jimin anywhere.

Anger was crawling under his skin, "Jimin! Come out now!" He ordered.

And when there was still no reply, he gritted his teeth and panicked.

Not a flustered sort of panicked but more a revelation sort of panic.

One where he knew close associates would have to be dealt with.

"JIMIN!" He banged his fist on a nearby closet, he was majorly pissed. There was no escaping this room, only he and a few other guards had the key to the sixth floor bedroom.

But just as his mind was rattling, just as Jungkook was carding a huge hand over his face, the closet door buckled and something heavy fell inside. Eyes wide, he pulled the person sized door open and out fell a dead body.