~BTS BOYxBOY~
~Not your usual ships~
~Occasionally your usual ones lol~
~Smutty and fluffy~
Please request I sOmeTimEs have zErO iNspirAtion.
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~Started April 2018~
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"He's not that bad of a guy..." The shorter man spoke, walking alongside Jungkook. "he's a drug dealer ... and a gang leader ... and he has a few kids, but he's not that bad of a guy!"
Jungkook gasped "He has kids?!" "Well ... I don't know. But he gets around if you know what I mean." The shorter male shrugged before ducking into an alley quickly causing Jungkook to up his pace. He watched as the man gripped a horizontal metal bar attached to a rusty door and pulled it with all his might. Ushering for Jungkook to enter, he followed suit after shutting the creaking warehouse door.
After walking in the dark for what seemed like forever, the man leading Jungkook turned down a corner that appeared to be the start of some light. As they came closer to the light they heard the sounds of men yelling. Adjusting to the light, Jungkook focused his eyes on the scene before him. Standing tall and angry was a brown-haired, broad shouldered man who seemed to be throwing a hand of cards into the face of another tall man, this one sporting blonde hair, side parted and barely covering an undercut.
"You trying to fucking swindle me?!" The brown haired man spat into his peers face.
They weren't the only men there. At the table were two other men, still sitting, holding their cards looking unfazed by the sight of the two men ready to scuffle.
As Jungkook and his escort completely came into the light, the deep sound of someone clearing their throat caught the attention of everyone. The commotion seemed to stop instantly as the man behind the chic wooden desk stood and spoke. "Jiminie~ 바보 ! I was just thinking of you. How much money did you make me?"
The man wasn't paying any mind to Jungkook. Shifting on his feet, Jungkook felt out of place and could feel the eyes of the other men on him. "Who the fuck are you?" The man with the brown hair spoke. He was quickly shushed by the man behind the desk who was popping the rubber bands off the multiple bundles of cash the one named "Jimin", Jungkook's escort, had emptied onto his desk.
