Tables Turned | JH

Chapter 14: Get Your Hands Dirty

Hoseok POV

Sitting down at the desk in my room, I subconsciously bite my lip as I continue reviewing over the files from Choyeon's database. It's mildly mind numbing, but it works for me. It keeps my mind off of all the crazy shit that's been going on in the last week or so now.

Hearing a knock on my door, I freeze from scrolling for further information as I slowly turn my head towards it. Though, thankfully it opens a few seconds later to reveal Choyeon walking in with a cigarette between her lips. She gives me a small smirk as she walks over to where I'm still currently sat. Seeing that it's only her, it oddly calms me down. I wouldn't know why seeing as I know the kind of shit she does.

"How's work going?" She asks as she reaches me, puffing out a cloud of smoke in the process. Taking a deep breath as I run a hand through my hair, I shrug.

"Going okay. Some of the information available is more thorough for some people than it is for others." I answer with a sigh. She nods her head.

"Getting a little boring?" Choyeon asks softly as she rests her hands on my shoulders whilst standing behind me. I shrug once more, feeling like it could go either way. Technically, it is a tad boring at the moment. However at the same time, it keeps my mind off the shit we've been doing and the hell that she's been having me doing. Having me distracted from such things at the moment is definitely appreciated. Dragging me from my thoughts, she gently rubs her hands up and down my shoulders and arms a bit as she hums.

"Why don't we head upstairs for a moment? There's something up there that I'd like to get for you. Besides, we need to discuss the plans for what'll be happening over the next couple of days." She suggests in a gentle tone. I'm surprised to find my heart accelerating a bit from her touch, but I ignore it and nod my head. With that, I stand up before grabbing a cigarette and lighter, following her out of my room.

Heading up to the floor Jin and Jimin live on, she leads us into the other door that I'd heard moaning from the other day. Only, there's moaning sounds coming from it again. Biting my lip in curiosity and mild annoyance, I follow her into the room. She motions for me to wait on the ash gray sofa that's set in the middle of the living room before dashing up a set of glass stairs. Sighing quietly to myself, I sit down on the sofa and try to ignore the moaning coming from the private bedroom to my right.

Eventually, my curiosity builds up though and I glance over. My eyes widen when I spot Jimin on a bed with both a guy and a girl. With the girl riding him, he's busy sucking the guy off and I can't decide if I'm disgusted or just plain surprised. Though, it quickly comes to my attention that there's tons of cameras in the room, all aimed at the bed. Is she fucking producing and selling pornography?!

Shaking my head to myself, I quickly look away before Jimin can catch me watching. That would be fucking weird and awkward.

Tapping my fingers against my thighs, I'd definitely already be smoking right now if it weren't for the fact that I have no idea if I'm allowed to or not. She did mention that Jimin hates the smoke and he is technically here right now...

After a few minutes, she descends from the stairs once more with a couple of boxes in her hands. I bite my lip to keep from pursing my lips, watching her walk over. Giving me a small smirk once more, she sits down next to me before handing me the two boxes.

"Here, open them." She urges softly. Taking a deep breath, I grab the first one which feels fairly light. Looking down at it curiously, I open the box to find a pair of black leather gloves that appear to be exactly my size. And it's pretty damn obvious that they were expensive.

"Considering you've already begun to get your hands dirty by working with me, I figured you could use your own pair that fits you specifically. If you look closely around the wrist of it, it's got your name engraved." She informs me quietly, the moaning still being heard in the background. I ignore it though as I give her a bright smile of appreciation.

"Thank you, Choyeon. This is amazing." I whisper quietly. She just waves me off before telling me to move onto the next box. Nodding my head, I quickly move onto the next box and hesitantly open that as well. I feel my heart do a weird combination of sinking and racing at the same time. A Glock 22 Cutaway...

"Holy shit..." I mumble under my breath, still staring down at the gun.

"What do I need this for though?" I question quietly as I look up at her with wide eyes. There's an odd mixture of fear pounding through my body whilst a tad of adrenaline and excitement races through me. She just laughs though.

"You'll be needing that the longer you're around me. I don't exactly have the most fans out there." She explains, keeping her voice down so as not to be heard in the recording of whatever the hell is going on in the bedroom. Hesitantly, I simply nod my head before closing the black leather box. Not being able to help myself as the bedroom grows louder, I glance over at the room to find Jimin being pounded into as he pounds into the girl. Choyeon must notice my glance despite quickly looking away as she chuckles once more, though it's more of a dry laugh rather than humorous.

"You didn't think we'd overlook a since business point, did you?" She questions with a dry tone despite the smirk on her lips. Fumbling for words, I merely give her a sheepish smile and shrug.

"Oh, I've got one more thing for you. Just stay a moment." Choyeon says with a sudden look of realization. Frowning in confusion, I watch her stand up and jog away up the stairs once more. When she descends a few seconds later though, she's holding another box. I mentally groan, praying it's not like an extra magazine of bullets or some shit like that. I don't know that I'd be able to take it.

"Here." She says, tossing the box to me as she reaches me. Taking a seat beside me once more, she watches as I hesitantly open the last box. Once again, my eyes widen at the sight of what's inside.

"It's not much but it's a little something to keep you going and keep you calm. I could tell how much the last few days have been getting to you and that stuff will help. You don't have to use it if you don't want though." She explains, nodding her head towards the box. I simply nod, still staring at its contents.

A bottle of Valium and a small bag of weed.