☪ GANGSTER ☪

DUO

The neon lights made the exotic dancers give the impression that they were glowing as they swayed their bodies sensually to the erotic music that blared through the speakers. Jimin was currently seated in the VIP area of the strip club, Club Lascivious, which he owned. The lights were low, he held a glass of Hennessy in his hand and a cigar between his lips, his aura screaming dangerous.

"Mr. J"

Jimin looks up from his seat, a tall man dressed in a black suit and dark shades standing in front of him. He waves his hand in a upwards motion, signaling him to continue speaking.

"There's someone here to see you."

"Who?"

The man shifts in his spot, "I-I don't know, sir. He'd like to remain anonymous. He says that it would be better for you if you just see him. I've checked him, sir, he doesn't possess any weapons."

Jimin, remaining unfazed, sighs, nodding his head. "Allow him."

"Yes, sir," the man leaves with a bow, his head down. Only a few minutes later does another male with a hood on his head and mask covering the lower half of his face walk in. Jimin raises an eyebrow, amused and he sits up, placing the glass of Hennessy on the table before him and cigar on the ashtray.

"And you must be Mr. Anonymous, am I correct?"

He remains silent.

"Hm? Cat caught your tongue?"

No answer.

Jimin stands, making his way towards the silent man.

"If you're not going to speak, then why-"

Before Jimin could finish his sentence, the male pulls out a knife from his sleeve, holding it towards the other. He curses under his breath and he swears he's going to fire his bodyguard. The black haired male raises his hands in defense, though his face remains the same. Unfazed.

"You...you killed my brother, you piece of shit. You killed my brother and now I'm gonna kill you."

The man removes his hood and throws the face mask onto the ground, an angry expression stretched across his mug.

"Ah, Jackson."

Jackson, moves closer, knife pocking at Jimin's chest. "You're heartless, my brother did nothing. H-He was sweet and innocent, and you murderer him! He was one of you, how could you!?"

"You're 'sweet and innocent brother' touched what's mine."

Jackson laughs bitterly, "You mean that slut you call your boyfriend?"

He had crossed the line. Jackson could barge into his club. Bring a knife to his chest. Spit in his face. However, bringing Yoongi into it, calling him a 'slut' was too far.

So when Jimin quickly reached up and grabbed Jackson's wrist, twisting it behind his back and pushing him down to the ground, he couldn't control himself. He placed his foot on the males neck, gritting his teeth.

Jackson reaches up, knife long gone, and grabs onto Jimin's ankle, unable to breathe.

"If I ever, ever, hear you put such a dirty word next to his name, I will shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll be choking on my shoelaces. Do you understand me?"

Jackson tried to nod the best he can with the others foot restricting his head from moving, he face turning a shade of blue. Jimin removes his foot and he coughs hard, touching his throat.

The gang leader bangs on the closed door, not even a second later do men dressed in suits rush in.

"Get him out of my sight. Tell Yoongi I need him. And that other guy who was here before, he's fired."