Warning: this isn't for people who love happy stuff sooooo 😂
themselves untouchable, unreachable, indestructible and when they think that they've finally reached that illusion, it's easily ruined. People want to take and take and take but they're not willingly to give back. People, too often, mistakes themselves for gods who hold power in their hands when they're nothing but low life fools. Fools that all has to answer to one man, and one man alone.
Him.
And it's proven once again as he holds his gun to head of a Russian man.
"Answer the question. Why are you in Seoul?" He asks, pressing the gun harder to the man's forehead. Jimin is holding the man's head back, pressing his knee into his neck so that he can't help but look into Jeongguk's eyes. He knows why the Russian is in the country. Knows that he was secretly meeting with one of the gangs lower than Jeongguk's. Knows that this man was planning to betray Jeongguk's Russian counterparts.
"Fuck you," The man spits. His mouth is bloody from where Jeongguk's men had beat him earlier. He's messy, wearing jeans and a hoody, not looking like the typical mafioso. But Jeongguk suspects that this is what one must look like if they're a rat.
He smirks as the man's words. "You're not my type," He drags his gun down the the man's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Now tell me why the fuck you're in my city."
"I will never betray the Bratva," The man breathes out, Russian accent heavy and chest heaving up and down. There's a prominent glare on his face as he looks at Jeongguk, and it would have been scary if Jeongguk hadn't been dealing with people like this man almost his entire life. "I don't and never will answer to you."
Jeongguk smirks, loving the feeling of a bit of resistance. It makes it all a bit more interesting, if only for a while. He presses the gun harder into the man's face as Jimin presses his knee harder into the man's back and Jeongguk makes sure to look the Russian in the eyes as he speaks. "What you don't know is, that the Bratva's already betrayed you."
Without batting an eyelash, Jeongguk pulls the trigger and watches the life drain out of the man's eyes as he falls to the ground. It's always one of his favorite things to see. How easy it is to take a life.
Jeongguk walks around to his table and puts his gun back in his holster. He fixes his pants and then looks up at Jimin. "I expect the body to be gone by the time I'm back."
Jimin nods, not following Jeongguk out as he makes his way to the door. "Of course, Seogsa."
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The place where they're meeting is in Bundang. The area is owned by Jeongguk but run by Hoseok, one of Jeongguk closest brothers.
As soon as Jeongguk steps out the car, he inspects the building. The downstairs is a strip club for anybody's viewing pleasure. But the upstairs, where Jeongguk is heading, is a continental bar for mafioso alike. It's one of the many he has in the city but he doesn't visit this part of town very often, knowing that it's in trusted hands.
The moment he steps into the bar, every patron in the bar looks his way. Not that he's conceited, but he knows that he's the most important man in the bar. Out of all these people, he's the man everybody has to offer their life for, if it comes to that. He scans his eyes around, looking over the stage where somebody is busy singing a song he doesn't know. He spots the person he's looking for and he smirks and walks over.
"Pakhan," Jeongguk greets as he slides into the chair that was held out for him. The chair, like all the others, are made of genuine leather, so Jeongguk settles easily into it, sitting comfortably. A waiter's already by his side before he even sits and when he finally settles, he glances up. "The usual," He says, not even caring if the waiter knows what his usual his, but giving his status, everybody in this bar should know.
