TW; offensive slurs, graphic violence, etc.
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"jimin! are you okay?" namjoon asks as he picks jimin up to his feet. jimin nods, holding the back of his head with one eye closed. namjoon sighed in relief.
a soft smile etched his lips; he held out his hand. "no blood." namjoon nodded and shot his eyes towards jungkook who watched the two interact. disgust was pulsed onto his lips.
"i might as well have called 911 when i first found out that our new principal in training was fucking the schools innocent little park jimin. how gross," he says, sticking a finger dramatically at his mouth.
"what? you told him?" he looks at jimin who furrowed his brows and shook his head.
"i have my resources," he winked. namjoon grew angry as he remembered when the maid walked in on them kissing. "now, jimin," he walks towards them, "do you have my money?"
namjoon steps forward and blocks him from doing anything bad to jimin. "what money?"
"oh, you know, my twenty-grand i get for keeping my mouth shut. if i don't get it by tonight then you're dead," he smirks.
"we're not giving you jack-shit!" namjoon raises his voice. jimin winced, gripping at namjoons tailored navy blue suit. hot tears formed at his eyes; he stepped out, looking at jungkook.
"no, i don't have it. jungkook, we're not as wealthy as you may think we are."
jungkook mocks his voice, crossing his arms above his crimson red outfit. "i got dressed in my best church suit for this. and yet here i am with the biggest sinners of all." he chuckled. "i want my money. go get it."
"listen here, i don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you're not coming into my turf just to threaten us for money. go ahead and open your loud ass mouth. i don't care if i lose my job all that matters is jimin is safe. now get the fuck out or you will be sorry you ever came over here."
"oh? are you sure you won't?" a devilish smirk made its way onto his face as he looks back. "you can come back now, big brother."
"listen jungkook, i know my mom and yur dad were once married, but we ain't siblings. and i'm only doing this as the favor i owed you. after this get out of my hair!" a man yelled. he was tall and had styled black hair that matched his dark clothes. jimins eyes widened.
"s-seokjin hyung?" jimin cries out, dropping to his knee's. the man looks at jimin with guilt.
"hey, kiddo," he sighs, pulling out a silver gun. "sorry for this, but it's this or the thousands of dollars i owe."
"who is this?" namjoon asks, brows furrowed as he picks jimin up.
"my brother," taehyung says, stepping out from the building. "so this is what you want to do? what would mom think about this?"
"mom is dead, taehyung. get over it," seokjin says, not lowering his weapon.
"taehyung?" jimin squeaks out. taehyung looks at him with a guilty look. hoseok soons steps out, calling for the both. he paused, eyes widened.
"oh looks like we have the whole gang here," he smirks. "seokjin hurry up and do the dirty work. i thought you were a successful gang leader not some pussy."
"listen, kiddo, it's different when my little brother is watching. boys," six men come out from behind the building and grabs taehyung, namjoon and hoseok. they all yell as jimin fell to his knees again.
"i told you you'd regret it," jungkook chuckles.
"why are you doing this? i did nothing to you," jimin sniffled.
