Innocent (NamJin) ✅

Chapter Thirty Three

Third Person POV

Mr. Lee let out an angered cry as his best man suddenly collapsed, a hole now expertly placed between his eyes. Lily, in turn, collapsed, unconscious as Kai dropped the computer he was holding, which controlled Lily.

GD stepped over Jin and stepped towards Mr. Lee. "We don't use others as shields, Mr. Lee. We, as leaders, deal with things ourselves."

"Says you who sent your dogs after me instead of coming after me yourself!" Mr. Lee tried to retort.

"Because you were not worth it. You are not important enough for me to deal with myself. Well, you shouldn't be, but it seems that my men are having some problems." GD turned to glare at Namjoon and Jackson. They bowed their heads.

"Now." He continued, turning to Mr. Lee. "You either die quietly, or I annihilate your whole entire family and gang. I wipe your name from existence and make everyone forget your very name." Mr. Lee paled slightly and gulped the saliva pooling in his mouth down his throat. He took a shaky step back, intimidated by the younger man.

"I-it is not my time." He tried feebly.

"On the contrary, Mr. Lee. Your time should have come long ago. But I put up with you because I believed that I had given you plenty of warning. I don't enjoy destroying parts of my world, but you make it very hard not to."

"I was one of your first followers!" Mr. Lee suddenly shouted. "I could have torn you down when you were weak Jiyong!" The whole warehouse fell into a silence. Mr. Lee gasped as he realized what he had just done.

GD clenched his teeth, fire burning in his eyes. "What the fuck did you just say? You think you're so great you motherfucker?" He seethed.

Suddenly he brought his gun up and Mr. Lee cried out in pain as he was shot in the ankle. He fell to the ground, hissing and cursing. GD kneeled down in front of him and grabbed him by his hair, brining his face close to Mr. Lee's. "Mr. Lee, let me tell you one thing, before you beg me to die." He grit out. "I was never weak, asshole. I was simply giving you a chance to live."

GD dropped Mr. Lee and he fell to the ground. Standing, he turned. "Taeyang!" He called. Another man walked into the warehouse and stood next to GD. They exchanged a few quiet words that nobody else could hear before Taeyang nodded.

He bent over and picked up Jin, carrying him over to where Namjoon and his brothers were. GD turned back to Mr. Lee. "You won't die today." GD said coldly.

Despite that being what Mr. Lee wanted, those words somehow sent a bigger chill down his spine. He gasped and bowed his head. "Please have mercy." He begged, now coming to a realization of what his actions had led him to.

"Should have thought of that before." GD growled before grabbing the old man by the front of his shirt and lifting him up. "He will walk to the car. No help. If he falls and tries to crawl, make him start over." He said, seconds before shooting Mr. Lee in the other ankle.

Mr. Lee screamed and fell. GD walked away and out of the warehouse, sending a look to Taeyang who nodded. Taeyang turned back to Jin, who he'd been helping. He'd taken his computer out and was hacking into the chip his father used to control him.

"Will he be okay?" Namjoon asked hesitantly.

"That remains to be seen. Because the chip was placed in his head at such a young age, it can never be removed. His brain grew around it as he aged and fully developed into an adult. He'd die if we even tried. That computer over there--" Taeyang pointed to the shattered computer laying beside the dead Kai. "--was the main source of control for the chip. Since it was destroyed, the chip went dead, but since it was still activated, it rendered Seokjin unconscious. Well, no, a closer description would be that he's brain dead right now."

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"There's nothing up there." Taeyang tapped his own head. "He's just a body that's breathing. Technically there's no Seokjin right now. So shut up and let me work so that there can be a Seokjin. Unless you'd rather I let him stay unconscious forever." Both of the men shut their mouths.

Taeyang continued to type onto his computer. While he was working on that, Jackson came over and knelt beside Namjoon. "You really got shot, huh?"

"I did. But you should attend to the others first." Jackson nodded and stood, turning and motioning for his men. They collected everyone except for Namjoon and took them away.

Namjoon refused to leave. So someone attended to his wound there. His leg was cleaned and wrapped. Jackson sat on the ground beside Namjoon. "So what are you planning on doing now?" Jackson asked Namjoon.

"That's what I should be asking. Mr. Lee was only an assignment of mine from GD. But now you have a whole entire mafia family under your control. You were his heir."

"I'll be giving it to Jin. He is the oldest." Jackson said. "Plus it's what my father would've hated." Namjoon cracked a small grin. "And I have a whole entire thing in China to run. So, you know...I can just have really close allies." He shrugged.

"After you apologize to Jin."

"After I apologize to him." Jackson agreed. Jackson had been the one to deliver Jin to their father. GD had contacted him and told him that he should listen to everything that his father requested. Except to deliver Namjoon to him instead, and pass RM off as Namjoon.

He was acting on orders from his superior. Jackson felt slightly bad for Namjoon, because he had a hunch that Namjoon didn't even know what had happened to Jin the day he went to go see his father. He didn't think that any of the others had told him, either. Jackson just hoped that Namjoon wouldn't find out.

"There!" Taeyang suddenly announced. He pressed a single key with a flourish and Jin suddenly gasped, waking up instantly. "Oh shit!" Taeyang suddenly said.

"What?" Namjoon asked, his eyes narrowing.

"There's some...damage to his brain."

"What kind of damage!?"

"Nothing serious! Just...memory loss..." Namjoon sucked in a breath and turned to Jin, who was sitting up, staring wide eyed at the men.

"P-please..." Was the first thing he said. "Don't touch me." Namjoon growled and turned to Taeyang.

"How much?"

"He's...fourteen." Namjoon's felt his eyes widening and his breath hitch.

"Y-you're kidding." Jackson said. "B-but that means..."