Kisses and Cigarettes

Phone Call

Kim Namjoon opened the old moldy door quietly. Tiptoeing to the couch he took off is clothes and lounged in his boxers.
Entirely exhausted of shitty customers and Perverted bosses.

Then he heard the phone ring, having a landline, he stood up to answer the call.
"Hello?"
He questioned with some uncertainty.
"Listen here you son of a bitch. You think you can run from the Jung gang. You piece of shit, I'll kill you myself. Worthless garbage, consider yourself lucky. Managing to live this long after insulting me."
A males voice rung through the speaker. It was deep and commanding.

"I'm sorry buddy you seem to have the wrong number...?"
Namjoon responded nervously. Who the hell is this guy?

The voice on the other end chuckled darkly.
"Thanks, we'll see you soon~."
The line went dead. Saying Namjoon was utterly terrified would be an understatement.

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"Fuck!" Hoseok red faced slammed down his phone angrily.
"That bastard! But he's gonna pay! Asshole thinks he's all that!! WELL HE'S NOT. I'M HERE."

The men behind only wore stoic expressions as if this was a regular occurance.
"Boss calm down. We got that bitch. It'll just be matter of time." The blonde addressed the quickly angering Hoseok.

"Yoongi shut the fuck up before I shove your face on Cerberus' shit."
The red head growled glaring at Yoongi who only snorted.

Suddenly the heavy metal door was slammed open, and the once dimly lit room was flooded with light. At the doorway stood a short man sporting a golden Rolex with a pricy suit.

"Dramatic as ever aren't you Jimin?" Hoseok was suddenly composed. Back to his stoic expression. Jimin had a smirk painted on his plump lips. "Of course Hoseok, always!" His cheery tone didn't match the evil glint in his eyes. Strutting twords one of the brown leather swivel chairs; The silver hairded man sat down.

Yoongi bit his younger to avoid cussing said man out.

"Tch" Hoseok clicked his tongue while calmly directing his ever present glare at Jimin.
"So your finally came crawling back." He stood up and strolled towards the now glaring jimin.

"Such a pretty face, too bad your such a desperate whore." Hoseok sighed, "We could be together." He caressed the silvernette' s pale cheek.

Before any words were exchanged Jimin yanked away; soft features suddenly turning hard and cold.
"I'm fine, thanks. Believe it or not I'm here for business only." Hoseok sighed in defeat and left to his seat.

"As you might know my gang had recently suffered some... unfortunate disasters." Before he continued he was interrupted by an amused chuckle Hoseok gave.
"So your asking for my help?"
"Look, I know your gang ain't doing too well either." Jimin growled menacingly.

Hoseok once dark smile was replaced by a hard scowl.
"The same guys been bringing us to dirt here Hoseok!" Jimin took a long exhale. "So how 'bout you help a man out here. We can take over Seoul together. How bout that?" Jimin said a lot more calmly.

"I'm fine, thanks" Hoseoks eyebrows were furrowed. He took a sip of his martini and waved at his men to 'lead' the shorter male out.
"Show him the door, will ya?"

Two men emerged from the shadows taking him in by the shoulders they roughly pushed him to the door.

Before you can blink Jimin kicked one of the men between the legs. As the other crippled in pain Jimin reached to his suit pocket and pulled out his trusty silver pistole with a puzzle piece marked on the end. He shot the male in the knees. Calmly walking back to Hoseok he made himself at home once more.

"If you help me, I have a reward you might like."

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Hi! Finally posted the first chapter! I'm so happy. I truly feel I did well but fell free to comment anything. Constructive criticisim is welcome.
Thanks for reading. 💋