He is good at selling things. He is good at negotiating. He is good at persuading. He is good at predicting. He is good at scamming. Jeon Jungkook is a good businessman.
The man started small. At the age of seven he sold his toys, for a pack of cigarettes. At the age of ten he sold his bike, for a bottle of cheap whiskey. At the age of fourteen he sold his mother's jewelry, for an ounce of weed. At the age of seventeen he sold himself, for another body.
Now, twenty-five-year-old Jungkook sells many things. Drug is his main income, after that weaponry, then human, and Jungkook likes the latest the most. Unlike drugs or guns which are hard to smuggle due to the tight regulations and restricting laws, Jungkook can simply ask a human shut their lips and play nicely unless they wanted their heads off their necks. Plus, human fetches him quicker and more money compare to the other two.
The man started small, now he has his own empire. Name one thing and Jungkook owns it. Money, drugs, guns, whore; he is the king of the underworld, liked by little, hated by many, feared by all.
Jungkook taught himself how to fight, how to handle guns, weapons and people, how to act, how to pretend. Jeon Jungkook is a good businessman, he is also a good scam-artist, and everything is easier when he also has a terrifyingly beautiful face. Jeon Jungkook thought he has everything until he realized he did not.
It was a peaceful Friday negotiation that made him realized what he has yet to own. The caller ID said Jimin, his right hand man; must be important if he decided to call early in the morning.
"Speak."
"We found the man who has been stealing from you. Several districts down from Gangdong, a local casino, big enough to run your money," Jimin explains. The man could hear Jungkook's heavy breathing from the other side of the phone, it sounds like hostility.
"Who?" Jungkook asked, his tone threatening. It sends chills down Jimin's spine. Jungkook's head is probably buzzing with hundred different ways to kill the man with a straw.
"Jackson Wang, good intel with China and owns Chinese illegal drugs cartel. Might be useful for you since you've just started a new trade contract with China's businessmen last week," The right hand man suggested. Jungkook has been thinking about killing the man with his own hand but Jimin is right. New contracts can be a little bit tricky and he needs someone inside to make sure no one will be beheaded, again.
"Make an appointment. It's time to make new friend, Jimin."
Jimin sets the meeting in Jackson's casino. He knows the place, he has ever visited it, and he knowd Jungkook will like it; but he also has another reason.
Jimin stops the car in front of Jungkook's house. The man is in sight a few minutes later, and no matter how many times Jimin has seen Jungkook in suit, he never get used to it. The younger looks, well, for the lack of a better vocabularly, amazing. Jungkook takes the front passenger seat and they drive away.
"We are there for negotiation and keep in your stupid brain that you need the man before you aim a gun at him," Jimin reminds the younger. Jungkook is short-tempered, and he kills way too easily.
"And you set the appointment in his casino to restrain me from killing him. You thought I don't know?" There you go, Jimin's another reason.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. If you kill him, I will have too many paperworks to do, and it is annoying. So yes, I prefer you not to kill him."
"I won't, hyung. Have a little trust in me," Jungkook chuckles. Jimin has always thought the younger is way too young for this field or this job whenever he sees Jungkook smiling or laughing, although Jimin is no different, being only one year older.
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Of Gunpowder and Bone Marrow 「yoonkook」
FanfictionHe was a gift. He is a gift. He will be a gift. He is supposed to remain a gift. or Jungkook loathes vulnerability until he meets Yoongi. ! warning: violence, mention of rape, mention of suicide, triggering themes here and there. - posted on ao3 und...