VENDETTA | VKOOK

┌FOUR┐

pls if ur rereading do not spoil

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They had four days left. Four days until they had to kill that blonde boy and hand his body to Jungkook's father.

Four days.

Taehyung had to do some kind of gun training. Learn how to shoot them properly, or whatever. Either way, he was busy. (Jungkook kind of wanted him to come along, the boy is rather alluring).

Jungkook was alone, standing inside the gay bar he rather not be in right now. It was only 6 pm, so there weren't a lot of people here. Barely any, in fact.

Jungkook instantly spotted Jimin, sitting in a plain t-shirt and skinnies near the bar. He was alone, thank god. Jungkook just wanted more information about him.

"Jimin?"

Jimin turned to the voice, and then got a little smile on his face. "Hey, you're that guy from that day! You're the one who ran out, right?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook giggled and sat down beside him.

"Um. Yeah, we-we had an emergency. Sorry about that." Jungkook said, and Jimin snickered.

"Don't worry about it. So, what brings you here? Wanna make up for what you missed?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook shook his head.

"Actually. I.. um.. kind of need a job. Here, perhaps?" Jungkook asked.

No, he didn't actually 'kind of need a job'. He just needed some excuse to find out more about Park Jimin.

Jungkook saw as Jimin's smile died down a little.

"Don't. Find some place else. Listen, kid, you're only 18. You'll be able to find a job at a better place, alright? This.. this place looks bad from outside, but it's even worse on the inside. We get treated like shit, more than half of us have to sleep with the people who pay for lap dances or else they'll hurt us. And, on top of that, our boss sucks. He says he'll fire us if we don't sleep with him."

Jungkook's eyes widened, and saw as Jimin pressed his lips together. "I hate it here. I'm only here because I really need the money. I-I was desperate, okay? You don't have to be." Jimin said in a hushed voice, making sure no one heard him.

"Why? Can't you find a more polished strip club?" Jungkook asked, and Jimin sighed. Jungkook could already tell this boy really needed to vent, and probably would to Jungkook.

"No. My boss won't allow me to leave. I even threatened to call the police on him, but he pays for my grandmother's medical bills, s-so I can't leave. My grandma isn't my real grandma. I was adopted by her, kind of. My parents died when I was really young so I was fostered into- I'm rambling. Sorry." Jimin said, cheeks tinted.

Jungkook felt his stomach twist at his words. His grandmother is in a hospital, his boss is probably a sick-minded pervert who uses him, and on top of that, he's an orphan. Wow.

Jungkook and Taehyung couldn't have picked a worse guy. They might as well kill a puppy, Jesus.

"That's alright! I'll listen." Jungkook said, and Jimin snickered, and then sighed.

"Okay, good, 'cause I really need to let all this out." Jimin said, and Jungkook gave him a small smile.

*

"We can't kill him."

Taehyung turned to Jungkook slowly, eyebrows furrowed. His eyebrows just defined his whole face, making him look scarier.

"Excuse me?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook walked closer to him. They were in the mansion, down in the basement next to the equipment room.

"We can't kill Park Jimin. I-I talked to him for a bit, and he's really sweet." Jungkook said, and Taehyung cocked his eyebrow.