"You'd be scared too, seeing what I've seen, knowing what I know," he clasps his hands together, the array of spiked and shiny rings glisten in the dim lighting.
"Then why rope me into this?"
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Jeon Jungkook, a gang leader to be scared of, takes a...
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"I can see it in your eyes," he chuckles. The man walks behind the one strapped to the chair, making sure to very clearly push the cold metal barrel of the gun to the captive's neck. "The way you keep looking toward the door, it's like your hoping that someone cares about you. Like someone's gonna come and save you," the tone of voice changes to sickly sinister one. "No one is coming for you, because you're the only one, DUMB ENOUGH," the man harshly hits the captive man's head with the butt of his gun, "to try and kill me." Jungkook finally strolls back around to face his hostage, loosely gripping onto the deadly weapon in one hand.
The captive has tears welling in his eyes, fat droplets roll down his cheeks, "please, I'm just following orders. I didn't even know who you were!" He tries to plead. Jungkook's gaze suddenly becomes poisonous, his brown orbs holding daggers to the man at his mercy. He clenches his fists, the many rings tightening around his fingers as the anger bubbles inside him. Threatening to spill over.
"Are you sure you want to lie to me?" Jungkook asks, taking a step closer toward the man. "Say that you 'don't know who I am?'" He takes a moment to throw back his head and give an insane laugh. "The little kids in primary schools sing rhymes about me, about my murders. Adults fear walking alone at night because of me. I'm feared all over this goddamn country," Jungkook spits into the man's face. He bends down to look the hostage in his eyes. "Who's your boss?" He asks.
"L-look, I just owed some favours for the guy, I never personally knew him. From my in tell, he's a student at the local university. He's starting up a new gang and just wants to take you down. That's all I know, I swear!"
Jungkook stands up, thinking to himself. His lips move slightly as he plans his next move, making all the calculations in his head. "Okay, kill him," Jungkook dismisses, already walking out of the room. Satisfied with the answer that was given.
The captive's eyes blow wide, "WAIT, WAIT I KNOW MORE! DON'T KILL ME!" He pleads, thrashing against his restraints. Jungkook waves his hand dismissively to his ally, showing his apathy toward the man. A loud bang rings through the room like the sound of fragile bones hitting concrete. The pleading silenced with it. as Jungkook walks out the door and down the hall. The gang leader exits the abandoned warehouse, outside a sleek black Tesla, awaits him.
Jungkook steps into the car, "take me home."
"Did he talk?" His right-hand man, Hoseok, asks, looking back in the review mirror. Jungkook nods silently, not bothering to give his friend a second thought as he reaches for the cigarette Hoseok hands his boss.
"Drive," Jungkook orders, pulling out a sleek black lighter from his monochrome suit pocket.
Hoseok rolls his eye, rolling down the window beside Jungkook, "at least keep the car from smelling like your godforsaken cancer sticks," he sighs. The leader elects to ignore Hoseok, knowing he means well and is trying to do what is best for him. Jungkook looks out the window, inhaling the tobacco, watching at the natural light dies behind the ever-growing city. He flicks the tiny bit of ash gathering at the end of the cigarette.
"Tomorrow, we will be going to the local university," Jungkook plans. Hoseok nods, "that's where the supposed 'rising gang leader' is hiding."
"What will you do to him?"
Jungkook stares intently at the dying cigarette, deciding to snuff out the cancerous stick. A satisfying sizzle comes from the smoke as is put out on the car's door. "I'll kill him where he stands," Jungkook growls, bringing the bent tube of tobacco to his face.
"You didn't have to burn the car for that, you know?" Hoseok nonchalantly, utterly unbothered by the dark aura which Jungkook currently possesses. His friend rolls his eyes, resuming staring back out the window as the city lights illuminate the sky.
The gang leader calls his worker, put on duty to dispose of the useless body. "Make sure the body is never found. Dump it in the river, three kilometres west from the mortem tree. If you're followed, just drive off a cliff and do us all a favour," Jungkook spits, hanging up the phone.
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