District Unknown | BTS ✓

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Tugging at his wrist, Jungkook couldn't help but let out a pained hiss through gritted teeth, face squinting as the cold metal of the handcuff dug at his skin. He sat against a living room floor, one wrist handcuffed to the small table. 

After the brawl, Jungkook had found himself in the hands of 'Bangtan' as they called themselves. They had lost no time in throwing him into their van and driving him back to their home base. 

Ivy and ferns grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. The mansion loomed proudly behind creaky iron gates, flanked by rows of skeletal trees crowned in crimson, swaying gently to the chilly winter wind. At its threshold stood a delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic as it resonated in the surrounding silence. Upon entering the mansion, Jungkook had noted that there were only two stories, a large overbearing staircase cascading into the centre of the entrance room, the floor made from polished marble. The rooms were very minimalistic, the living room where he sat thankfully carpeted in a soft white material, making up for how painfully tight the handcuffs were against his wrist, slowly digging into his now irritated red skin. 

"Trust me." Jungkook groaned for the tenth time, "I'm not after you guys." he sighed, rolling his tired eyes before leaning himself against the table. 

Whilst Namjoon leant himself up against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, Jimin was crouched down in front of Jungkook, eyes sharp as he clenched his teeth, "I still ain't buying it." he spoke lowly, "There's just no way a dude from the Jeon syndicate located all the way back in Busan just walks into another gangs shop so casually." he spat, before raising his hand, jabbing a finger painfully into the serpent tattoo against his arm, "Especially someone from the main family."

With his free hand, Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. They had figured it out, these guys definitely weren't just a bunch of goons, they were damn knowledgeable. The Jeon crime syndicate had three different types of serpent tattoos. The main members had a snake coiled around three wilting roses, the higher-ups had four and the main members of the Jeon family had a total of five roses.  

Clicking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, Jungkook faced the two males in the room, "Look... I get this looks sketchy and all, but you've gotta believe me here!" he exclaimed, slightly tugging on his restraint, "I seriously just want a coverup! I don't associate with that gang anymore."

Drawing in a breath of air, Jimin rose to his feet, arms crossed over his chest as he looked down upon the male uncomfortably seated on the floor, "How do we know that's what you actually want?" he scoffed, soft tuffs of orange hair falling softly over his raised brows, "For all we know you were trying to catch us off guard." he stated, recalling back to how surprised he was at the male's tattoo. "Jeon Jungkook, son of the boss man."

"For fucks sake... he's dead to me!" Jungkook shout. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment Jimin knew for a fact that behind those angry eyes was a pain untold. 

Jungkook drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare not faltering as he continued to speak, "He can go die in a ditch for all I care." he growled through gritted teeth, chest heavily rising and falling as his breathing began to unsettle. There was a moment of shared silence between the three males, a moment for Jungkook to regain his composure, letting his eyes fall shut as he steadied his breathing, "Your gang would've attended most of the yearly syndicate dinner parties, right?" he spoke calmly, deciding that the best course of action was to remain steady. 

From the corner of the room, Namjoon peeled himself away from the wall, uncrossing his arms from his chest and slipping them into his pockets instead. Raising a brow he took in Jungkook's words. Every year, there was a gathering of gangs in Seoul, a night where all fighting and grudges were pushed aside for different leaders and higher ups to mingle and learn about one another. As much as Namjoon hated the idea of them, he always attended none the less, never revealing his identity... but still being present.