"Jeon Jungkook?" Jeongyeon hyung asked as he looked at me with worry in his eyes.
Me and my brother finally came into good terms and agreed that he should go and apologize to dad for being such a dick. I left before he did with that name embedded in my head and headed straight towards Jeongyeon hyung's room.
"Yeah. That's the name my brother gave me." I confirmed.
"Out of all people, why him?" he asked, searching through his computer.
"What do you mean?" I asked back.
"Jeon Jungkook is a fucking drug lord. From what I know, he sells illegal cigarettes with drugs in them. I think he also leads the gang his dad used to lead, and was involved in some bombing that happened almost a year ago. But that's all I know about him. That guy's a fucking mystery." he said without taking his eyes off his computer.
"And how the hell do you know about this?" I asked.
How much do I know about you hyung?
"Okay... You want the truth?" he asked instead.
"Whatever truth that is, I want to know."
"I used to sell drugs." he casually said.
"What?!"
"But I never took any of it." he added.
"When did this happen?" I asked.
"I was in high school when I started. I was in the darkest part of my life and I didn't know how to get out of it. Long story short, his dad offered me a chance to get out of it, but only prolonged my time in it. I was reckless and desperate for a long time. But Nayeon got me out of it without her knowing." he explained, smiling when Nayeon noona's name came out of his mouth.
So that's how he knows Jeon Jungkook-
"In case you don't know what he looks like, this is him." he said, showing me the guys picture on his phone.
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" Now you know who you should be cautious about." he added.
"I can't see half of his face. How the hell would I know if he might be the one I'm sharing a public bathroom with?" I asked, zooming in to see -atleast more- of his goddamn face.
"It's a must for him to cover his face. He's dad's been drilling that in his head for years. But I think a have another picture here somewhere." he said.
"Why do you have pictures of him anyways. What are you, some kind of fan?" I asked.
"I had to know who I was working for and who my enemies were." he said, handing me the phone.
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