𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓣⓗⓘⓡⓣⓨⓝⓘⓝⓔ

Yoongi was a master with alcohol. He could guess any liquor by the smell, taste the age of it with a sip. Jungkook had found his drunken ass arguing in a bar, where he screamed he was being ripped off as the cognac he was drinking was 25 and not 30 years old. His vigor had interested Jungkook; he had paid the tab and sat down next to the blond man, introducing himself and then slowly starting to ask questions. The fact that he had been very drunk greatly affected his honesty, where he answered Jungkook’s questions as bluntly and sincerely as he could. Jungkook’s heart had tightened when Yoongi told him of his father’s crippling alcoholism, and how he had himself gotten into it at the young age of thirteen. Alcohol addiction ran in his family, and he was no exception. However, with Jungkook’s proposition, his whole world had shifted. He strayed farther from his addiction and focused on his knowledge to aid in Jungkook’s project. And now he was the one in charge of all booze-related decisions in the club.

Hoseok was in charge of entertainment. He was a dancer himself, and an incredible performer at that. Jungkook had crossed his gaze at a strip club, where him and Taehyung were to spend an interesting night. His eyes had been glued to the performer. Heck, all eyes were on him. He pulled anyone into his performance and left them breathless and on the edge of their seat when he ended. There was a spark in him; something Jungkook had never really seen in the eyes of stripper. Same as with Yoongi, he had questioned him, and now here he was: an entertainer himself and the organizer of all events at the club. His past was something Jungkook barely questioned, as the slight answers he had were clear enough to indicate it had been more than rough. He admired how Hoseok was the brightest person he had met, how cheerful and happy he seemed even with the terrible circumstances he had gone through. He aspired to be a little more like him, actually.

Namjoon was the general manager of the club. He looked over things for Jungkook, filling him in on things he noticed or comments he heard, on the employees, etc. Jungkook had suggested to him a job he could not refused as he had stepped into his perfectly organized and managed corner store he walked into one night to grab a quick snack on the way back from his run. The young man looked over the shop for his father who was never there due to his many addictions, and it was honestly impressive. Namjoon had not accepted the job on the spot like the others; as his loyalty to his father was stronger than anything, no matter their relationship. It took a little convincing and, honestly, a lot of begging from Jungkook’s part to get the man into his business. Jungkook’s desperate interest in him had shifted Namjoon’s view; his own father’s bare appreciation for his work gnawing at the back of his mind.

Jungkook had taken all three under his wing, a soft spot for people with fucked up childhoods. He had seen a gleam in all their eyes, something that you simply could not find in the eyes of a greedy businessman. As if out of a movie, they had all gotten along well enough to consider each other brothers, and were now the youngest foursome of millionaires in the city. It made a lot of people talk, and they got the attention of many different types of organisations; some more friendly than others.

“Fill me in, boys,” Jungkook groaned before settling into his chair more comfortably, his body sore from all the exercise he had just done.

“That’ll be sir to you, kiddo,” Namjoon mumbled.

“I’ll call you sir when you make more money than me, okay?” Jungkook taunted.

“Okay, okay, you made your point,” Namjoon admitted, his hands in the air in defeat. “Club’s been going great, as usual. Hoseok’s publicity stunt definitely made us the top talked spot of the city…,” he added, glaring at the man in question.

Hoseok shrugged, a faint smirk on his lips. He had not talked about his little side project to anyone, aiming to surprise the entirety of the town, even his own boss. It had been grandiose, of course, as Hoseok was probably the most extra and out there person Jungkook had ever met. He never half-assed anything: if he said he was going to surprise the whole town, it meant he would shock them all off their asses. He had organized a parade full of dressed up men and women, Las Vegas style, with loud music booming and performers running around in the streets, promoting the club’s exclusive casino-themed night. They had made so much money that night that all the expenses of the stunt had been covered and an incredible profit had still been achieved. Hoseok was very, very proud of it.

“Anyhow, it attracted a lot of attention: some less wanted than others…,” he continued, uncertain.

“Continue,” Jungkook ordered, pensive, his fingers tapping his glass.

"All in all, a lot of people hate us because we are ruining other clubs, smaller ones. And not people we can necessarily handle,” the manager replied.

“What do they want?” Jungkook sighed.

“They want profit from the club or a deal for their drugs to be distributed in the down low… or else… violence,” Namjoon concluded, letting out a loud sigh before lighting his third cigar of the hour.

Jungkook cleared his throat before drinking the remainder of his glass and slamming it down the table.

“I was an idiot for thinking I could get away with this without bringing in the goddamn gangs and mafia…” he mumbled, running his hand through his hair.

They all fell silent as their minds scrambled for a possible solution hastily, knowing Jungkook was not one to fret over problems for too long. He liked for things to be fixed as quickly as possible, which sometimes had brought up disagreements and fights amongst the men.

“Hey, it’s not just your fault, we’re all in this together, okay?” Hoseok reassured him, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I uh… have contacts,” Yoongi blurted out, deep in thought.