Jimin loved to mess around.
In the mafia world, he was known as Kim Seokjin's play toy. Never as the Park Syndicate leader. Only the highest people in his group knew who ran it.
So that's why, when he was taken, he didn't fight back.
He wanted to play.
**
Seokjin was upset. He had texted Jimin to come to his room this morning, and he got an answer, affirming that he would. But he never did.
He hadn't been in his class either.
It was suspicious, but he was worried. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was worried.
And when he was sitting in his office, contemplating calling the boy, he got a call on his phone. Without looking at it, he answered, hoping it was Jimin.
He didn't like the boy. No. He just wanted to make sure he was alive so he could continue to torment his life. And fuck him. Yea.. that's what it was.
"Hello?"
"Kim. We have your playtoy. The twink." A low voice spat.
Jin's once worried features now relaxed, his face going calm with anger.
"Oh?" He knew no one knew if Jimin's real position. He also knew the boy was a borderline psychopath when pissed off.
So what was he to do? Piss him off.
"Can I speak to him? Tell him I'm coming to get him? I want to make sure he's okay."
"Wow.. Kim is soft for someone? Never would have thought."
"I absolutely am not. But I believe that once you're sleeping with someone, you stay with them. I don't cheat." He said, poking his cheek with his tongue.
"Fine. But I'm putting you on speaker." The man said, and turned the phone on speaker mode. Jin had done the same, and flipped open his computer a couple minutes ago. He had already tracked down where the phone was calling from. A warehouse, which made sense.
"Baby?" He beard small sniffles.
"H-hyung!" A cry was heard. He almost got hard. Just imagining the small boy with teary eyes, pouting.
"Baby I need you to stay strong for me, okay? Hyung is coming to get you, promise. Can you stay strong for me?"
A moment of silence. Superb acting.
"Yes hyung..."
"Good boy. Now, I'm coming to get you. I'll get Park, too."
"Nonsense! No one knows who runs that group! No one. Not even you!"
"I think I know who runs it. I'll enlighten him, and he's gonna have some fun. Park loves to play, didn't you know? I'll be hanging up now. Gotta save my damsel in distress. Bye bye~"
**
Jimin smiled once the phone beeped, notifying that the call was over.
He got to play. How fun.
Once the call was over, the man who was in the room started panicking. He dialed a number, eyes wide.
"H-hey! Kim said he knows Park!! That group is no one to mess with! I know nobody knows who runs it! But Kim doesn't lie!!"
Jimin stood up, stretching his arms slightly while the man was distracted. Once he felt comfortable from the cramped position he was made to sit in, he felt the anger flow through his body.
He loved being in control of his emotions. It felt great.
Walking, silently, to the man on the phone, he ever so gently laid his hands on the man's head.
"We need to- what-" was all he got out, before a sickening crack was heard around the room, and he man crumpled to the floor; neck snapped and dead.
"Poor death.. he didn't deserve better." Jimin shrugged, and grabbed the phone, pressing it to his face.
"Dion- dion! What happened?"
"Dion can't come to the phone right now."
"Why? What!"
"Why? Oh.. because he's dead." Jimin said, a cruel lilt to his voice.
**
Jin took his time to get to the warehouse. When he did pull up, he made sure he was armed, just in case something did happen to his fuck-buddy.
Making his way into the old building, he noticed that there were no guards at the door, like there should be. Instead, The was one man, laying on the ground a few feet away, dead.
Wonderful.
"Ah~ Jinnie!"
"Baby. How are you feeling?"
"I'm tired. But I got out of school today, so that's nice!"
Jin rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Let's just go."
