VENDETTA | VKOOK

┌FIVE┐

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The loud thump coming from the boot of the car could be heard throughout the car, sending shivers down Jungkook's spine. A dead woman lay there, a plastic bag sealed over her head to collect the blood gushing down from the bullet would on the back of her head.

Taehyung shot her. They found her, Jimin drugged her, and they shot her. Jungkook stood in the back, flinching when the loud gunshot went off.

Get used to this. This is going to be the rest of your life.

"We're almost there," Taehyung said, driving in a sharp curve. Jimin hummed in the backseat, looking outside the window with big eyes.

"You're familiar with Mafia stuff?" Taehyung asked.

"Yep. Grew up with one. Then they all went to jail when I was 16, and my grandma and I didn't- we were never involved in anything." Jimin said.

"Did you become a stripper when you were 16?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin snickered.

"No, 'course not. I-I kind of got money from this guy. Kind of a sugar daddy thing. Told him I was 18. He was actually really nice and loving. But then he found out I lied about my age and we broke up.. A-anyways- so, Jungkook, you're the leader's son? What's that like?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook continued looking out of the window.

"Lots of pressure on me to be exactly like my father," Jungkook chuckled, and then Jimin leaned forward.

"Yeah.. you're not used to this gun stuff, are you? Seemed a bit out of it.." Jimin said, and Taehyung was interested in knowing too. Jungkook pulled at the threads of his jeans.

"N-no, I am. I just- I-I don't like hurting people." Jungkook said, and Jimin snickered, leaning back.

"Ironic." Jimin mumbled, and Jungkook could feel Taehyung looking at him, but ignored it.

The three of them went through the gates and reached the house. Before they could go inside, the guards patted Jimin down, touching a little more than necessary.

"Okay, just follow my lead, and don't say anything dumb." Jungkook said, and Jimin nodded.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook walked to Dokeun's office- where Jungkook hesitantly  knocked twice, a certain pattern to ensure Dokeun who is behind the door.

The door opened by a woman, young, long hair, tight red dress. Jungkook almost scoffed, seeing how her hair was all messed up and lipstick was a little smushed. She smirked at them, checking Taehyung and Jimin out.

"Ah, Jungkook, Taehyung- who's this?" Dokeun asked, and Jungkook paused in front of him, the other two boys by his side.

"Sir, this is Park Jimin. Helped us find person I slept with- who, by the way, is with the guards outside. Smelled like shit. Anyways, Jimin really wanted to join the mafia, and he has experience. Namjoon informed me that you've really needed a person who is good with guns, and Jimin is." Taehyung explained, and Jimin smirked, trying to keep a ~cool~ demeanor.

Dokeun stood up, dressed in a black suit with his grey hair pushed back like always. "How would I know if he's any good?" Dokeun said, his voice gruff.

Jimin hummed, looking around his table. Suddenly his eyes stopped, and he smirked. "I see you have the Colt .45-caliber Revolver which killed 3 outlaws in 30 seconds, back in 1997. Used something quite similar once m'self."

Dokeun's eyebrows rose impressively, and he snickered. "Impressive. Listen, kid, we do need a gun guy around here. You could help out the Capos and such. Talk to the Capos today. I trust their judgement." Dokeun said, and Jimin grinned.