BAD HABIT (2JAE)

Chapter 3

"The driver's here, let's go." Jaebeom asserted. He motioned for Youngjae to exit through the door first. He timidly followed his orders and was met by a man at least twice his size standing at the entrance. He towered over Youngjae; in fact, he towered over Jaebeom as well. They walked down what seemed like another endless hallway before coming to an elevator to reach the ground floor. A limousine-Esque car was awaiting them, not exactly the stereotypical limousine. This was a much more luxurious car, similar to a build like that of a Bently. something Youngjae could only dream about having. The car's coat was a deep blue, nearly black if it wasn't for the evening sunlight hitting it. The windows were heavily tinted, both the driver's and passengers. An older man in more formal attire held the door open for them, the same man who escorted the Boss. The older got in first, followed by his newly acquired worker. Jaebeom sat down and kicked one leg over the other and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. The interior was a light cream color with four seats in the back and two in the front, resembling that of a private jet. The seats in the back faced each other with a small table with a built-in ashtray in between them.

Youngjae took a seat across from Jaebeom, fidgeting to find a position someone comfortable to sit in considering who he was in such close proximity with. His breathing increased as he kept his head down, trying to avoid eye contact with the man across from him. Jaebeom placed a cig in his mouth and held the box out to Youngjae, gesturing if he would like one.

"Oh, no. I'm... I'm fine, I don't smoke." He stuttered out. The car soon left, and the ride there was enveloped with deafening silence. Youngjae's eyes darted from the left window to the Boss, to the right window, the table, and back again. He jittered his leg and kept his hands held tightly together for a slight sense of comfort. He tried to not make obvious movements, but of course, Jb caught on.

He smirked and took another puff from his cigarette and shook his head. He's scared absolutely shitless! He's like a scared, little cat. Cute. He thought.

The car soon came to a stop somewhere unfamiliar to Youngjae. His fidgeting calmed down as soon as he exited the car; it was as if he couldn't breathe in there. They were standing in front of a massive building that looked as though it was unkempt.

The boss started to walk and his little 'assistant' followed after a moment of hesitation, shocked. They walked through a large empty room filled with crates and a couple of old beatdown tow trucks and other automotive items. He turned to his left and opened a door to a rather dimly lit room. Youngjae could make out a long, meeting-like table. A light swayed gently directly above, creating a small creaking sound every time it swayed in one direction. Other than the poorly lit light, the room looked to be in quite a good shape. The carpet below felt soft and muck free, the door frame and knob looked as though they were polished regularly, and, from the outside light's illumination, the walls seemed to be pretty clean as well. Maybe this wasn't gonna be as bad as he had previously thought.

Jaebeom took a seat at the end of the table facing the doorway with Youngjae standing next to him. A few moments later a figure walked in from some door on the opposite side of the room. Name: Mr. Yang Hyun-suk. Reason: has borrowed from Jb and has yet to pay it back. Youngjae was nervous; it was his first job after all.

"My! Mr. Im, it's been so long, hasn't it? How have you been? I see you have a new 'assistant,' he is quite the look... May I ask how old he is?"

"He's 22, I picked him out myself," Jb said, flashing him a brief half-smile.

"Oh, pretty young I must say. I see you like them young... And you personally picked him? He must be good at his job then."

Jb continued to smile quietly. "Yes, yes he is. Mr. Yang, both of us know that I don't have a lot of time to be talking with you, so why don't we cut to the chase. We both know why you're here, Mr. Yang."

Mr. Yang nervously smiled. "Aah, you're talking about the money I borrowed three years ago. The company isn't doing so well, you see. We have been having a lot of problems lately, you see. Would you kindly give us one more year? I promise I will be able to pay back the money."

"I understand things can be quite hard sometimes, I'll give you another chance then, Mr. Yang." The Boss replied.

Youngjae, for a moment, thought that this man might not be as bad as he thought.

"Thank you! Thank you very much, you won't regret it!" What a naive person.

"Of course I won't..." Jaebeom stood up and reached into the waistband of his pants. He slipped out what seemed to be a gun. He brought it close to his face, seeming to examine it, before extending his arm towards the man who stood before him. A bang echoed through the small room followed by a soft clink against the floor. Yang collapsed to the floor and writhed in pain, letting out near-deafening screams whilst holding his stomach. "Did you really think I was going to believe that?" He smirked, slowly stepping towards the fallen man. "The company isn't going well, hmm? It sure didn't look like that was so yesterday. Correct me if I'm wrong but, didn't you just go to a casino and gamble around 10k? And then went to a strip club right after and spent another 1k?" He paused to look down at him. He had almost stepped in his growing pool of blood. He squatted down and pulled his hair to raise his head up and look him directly in the eyes. Blood trickled down from his nose, presumably caused by his fall.

"See, the only reason you've continued to live was because of my grandfather. But now, he's gone. I'm in control now." He leaned in closer to Mr. Yang, lowering his voice but still keeping the same level of intensity. "I'm not the clueless little shit you think I am." Jaebeom shoved the man down and stood back up and lightly dusted off his coat. "Anyways, you aren't exactly what we would call a 'key individual'... It was nice doing business with you, but this is where your path ends."

"W-wait, please you don't understa-"

Another gunshot echoed throughout the room, this time a lethal one. His body swayed forwards before collapsing to the floor for one final time. Placing the gun into his pant pocket, he fixed the cuffs of his shirt and turned around.

"This will definitely stain the floor in here. Youngjae clean the mess up." He said coldly, only to get no response. He looked over to where Youngjae was supposed to be, only to see him on the floor, fainted.

"Jackson, come here."

"Yup, Boss?" Jackson stepped into the room and almost tripped over something. What was that? "Oh Shit, why's Youngjae on the floor knocked out?!"

"Can you just carry him out of here and get someone to clean up this mess?"

"What mess? Ohhhh that mess. On it!" Jackson reached down and picked up Youngjae with ease, being extremely careful to not numb into something on their way out. JB sat back down in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

What's the point of having him here if he can't even handle something like this? He thought.

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He should just kill him. He has all the power one could wish for. What's stopping him?