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YOONKOOK (Jungkook^)

~This is a heavy amateur smut.~

Mafia AU!

Yoongi: Currently a high school student. His father abuses him just because he symbolises his mother. His mother, Yoona, died in a car accident all because she was distracted due to Yoongi crying. Is totally rich but a coward.

Jungkook: Currently busy in handling his father's infamous work, killing, murders, trafficking and much more. His mother left them to rot but his father took the responsibility happily and they are now billionaires. He is emotionless, that's what his victims say.
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"Yoongi! You spoilt child! See what you fucking did! This is what you give me! A fucking 20$ bill. I know you have more. Give me!"

Yoongi's father, Min Yonha screams.

Currently the scenario is this: Yoongi works a part timer (bartender) at Kims' Club. He was to be given his monthly income today. He did get it but he remembered he had a project work to do in college so he took a 60$ bill for his project.

In his way home, he saw an abandoned cat, looking like it was dying of hunger. So he got the cat food for it.

Now he only has a 20$ bill which he gave to his father.

"F-Father... I-I can e-expla-ain," Yoongi said. His thin frame trembling like an infant, first met with cold.

"Explain- my ass! A fucking 20$ bill? Am I beggar to you? Huh answer me! Look at me when I talk to you!" He forcefully made Yoongi meet his eyes.

Yoongi looked mesmerizing in his father's eyes just like his mother. That was triggering. His father threw a punch and left him there. Other days, it would be kicks and spits. Thank god?

No Yoongi doesn't think that. He thinks that he deserves it. The pain, the memories. Everything.

"Mom... I love you," Yoongi cries and sleeps on the floor mat. His father passed by him and gave him a 'fuck off' look.

Yoongi understood. He got up. Today he wasn't allowed back home even if it means to freeze to death. He deserves it, he thinks.

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"I gave you a warning, didn't I?"

A rumbling voice echoed the room. It was deep and irritated. Much like its owner.

"I'm sorry Jungkook. I swear I had the money but..."

Another man spoke. Although his posture was straight, his eyes were dilated with pure fear.

"But?" Jungkook growled and the man backed down.

"You know that bastard Yonha right? We were playing Roulette. I was going to win, that game was fixed but he didn't come unprepared. He brought his son, Yoongi... trust me when I tell you this, his son is a work of art. I forgot to press the button and eventually he took everything. Even your money."

He lied through straight face, not even noticing the smirk rising on Jungkook's face.

After a moment of silence, Jungkook just nodded.

BAAM!

"Then you are just wasting my time," Jungkook shot the man straight in between his brows. Cool right? Nope, it was truly terrifying.

"You should have kept him to know the whereabouts of that Yonha guy."

Namjoon, Jungkook's advisor told him calmly.

"My people are there for those things," Jungkook signals someone to come to him.

"Bring me his details. Name: Yoongi," Jungkook said to his staff.