𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓘⓕⓣⓨⓕⓞⓤⓡ

"Who?" Seokjin asked, eyes fixated on him.

"I just... I want him dead!" Jimin shouted, making Seokjin shift slightly in his seat.

His fists clashed against the wooden bar, once again, echoing loudly throughout the room. Another man quickly walked closer, the bouncer of the bar he assumed, putting his hand defensively in front of Seokjin, his hand hovering over his chest. Jimin stared at the monster of a man, at least six feet five inches in height, and probably three times Jimin's own body weight. Maybe more. He was imposing, yes, but with the amount of alcohol inside of Jimin's body, he told himself he could probably fight him. All he would have to do is grab one of the closest bottles and smash it against the bar and-

"Is everything alright, boss?" the mountain asked Seokjin, worried.

"Yes, my friend here is a little agitated, it all," he answered calmly. "Leave us."

Jimin took deep breaths as he raised his hand to call for another shot, but Seokjin took his hand in his own and put it down on the bar, holding it still. He had obviously already passed his alcohol limit and if he would have drank more, he probably would have blacked out. Seokjin did not want that. Jimin stared at him, frowning, annoyed that the man was stopping him from doing what he wanted. He was being controlled, once again, by someone who had more power than him. Was that all he was good for? Being ordered around like a fucking servant? Being thrown around like a goddamn puppet?

"Who do you want dead, Jimin?" He asked again, seriously.

Jimin gulped as his stare locked with the man's intense gaze, a particular uncertainty settling in his mind. As drunk as he was, he barely knew the man, and he seemed to be the owner of this club as the bouncer had just called him 'boss'. Was he not a dangerous investigator, as Taehyung had told him? Or had he been lied to, once again? Why did this man's stare suddenly turn serious when had asked that question? There was something so weird about it... yet so interesting. He really seemed to want to know, and not to ultimately put handcuffs behind his back, no, it was something much darker than that. The alcohol did affect Jimin greatly, but his talent of reading people was still sharp. Anyways, the man's facade had come crashing down when he had asked that question. He could read through him like glass. He felt like somehow, they had the same goal. Fuck Jungkook. Fuck everyone who was sitting in that room. None of them deserved to even breathe in the presence of Taehyung. Taehyung... that fucking man... asking that whore of a bitch to marry him... The name rolled off of his tongue before he could even think about it.

"Jeon Jungkook," he whispered, his face dead serious.

Seokjin smiled and it took Jimin aback, but nothing more. It seemed he was right about them sharing interests. Was that why he followed Taehyung around? So he could get his hands on Jungkook? Why Jungkook, though? So many questions popped into Jimin's mind as he focused on the man's face, trying his best to ignore the way the alcohol made his thoughts sound. It was a mess of words and confusion, and it took all the will left in his body to concentrate.

"I can help you with that, if you help me in return," Seokjin said, seeming very interested.

"How?" Jimin asked too quickly, suddenly feeling his fingers again.

"Tell me where he is, for once," Seokjin answered, as if it were obvious.

Jimin's heart beat too quickly and he felt electricity course through his veins, suddenly agitated by how the situation had turned out. This seemed improbable, unreal, yet he had heard that man's word right. This man was far from an investigator, he was certain of that. There was a darker gleam to his eye, and it was nowhere near reflecting justice or fairness. They way he had said those words, as if he had been looking for him desperately like a hungry predator. What would happen if he told him? What was this man capable of? Could he make his deepest, darkest wish a reality?

"They are all at the club right now; Taehyung, Jungkook and all his colleagues, and some dumb bitch I don't know," Jimin spoke too fast, without hesitation, not even thinking about the consequences of his words for a second. "They closed it down for a celebration. There's a patrol of that biker gang around the club, around eight armed men."

Seokjin smiled so widely, his evil eyes gleaming at the information he was given. Jimin was suddenly uneasy; he felt like he was facing Satan himself. He knew of evil, had seen it in many people, but there was an aura around this man that felt darker, and more powerful than what he had ever witnessed before. The look he had seen in Taehyung's eyes, of a predator with such potential, he had seen it even clearer in Seokjin's eyes. The man seemed to have so much control, and it drew Jimin in too easily.

"Perfect; two birds with one stone," he said, standing up, extending his hand to Jimin. "Shall we?"

"Now?" Jimin replied anxiously, suddenly realizing what was about to happen.

Seokjin nodded and Jimin gulped, taking his hand, standing up clumsily, and following him closely behind. Every inch of his body was shaking in fear, but also in anticipation. He had no idea what was going to happen, but knew for sure that we he had just repeated many times at the bar would soon be real. He would get to see Jungkook's lifeless body on the ground, his finger still tightly pressed against the trigger. He was excited in such a fucked up way, but what he did not know was what Seokjin wanted from all that.