Orphaned

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Jungkook's hyungs nod towards him as he enters the room. 

They're kind of in a tough position because of Jungkook. 

He's younger, so they should be able to treat him as a subordinate to some extent. 

But Jungkook has made it very clear that he isn't here to listen to anyone else. 

He's here to learn how to make money, and that's it.

The younger boy nods in return, moving to the couch in the center of the room. He ungracefully plops down and kicks his feet up on the coffee table, his shoes scuffing the surface. 

The oldest hyung wants to tell Jungkook to get his goddamn feet off of the table, but he knows better. 

There was an older hyung that told Jungkook not to look him in the eyes. 

Jungkook popped the older hyung's eyes out of their sockets. 

In his defense, he wouldn't look into the older's eyes any longer. 

The oldest in the room manages to bite his tongue. He chooses to ignore the blatant disrespect and move on with the current topic. 

Drug sales. 

Drug profit. 

Or in this case, the lack thereof. 

"Order 958 still hasn't paid," the oldest says, setting his pistol down so he can sit comfortably. The others around the coffee table react with different levels of frustration. Jungkook is the only one that doesn't react at all. 

"They never fucking pay on time."

"They were two weeks late on their last order."

"Why can't we just stop selling to them? They're fucking idiots."

"We can't just stop selling to them because then their actions are going unpunished," the oldest says, raising his eyebrows at the response from the others in the room. 

"So what do you think, then? Send someone in and just take the payment?"

"That doesn't seem like it would get through to them," another at the table mentions. 

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Send Kook in," someone says. All eyes turn to the person. 

It's an unspoken rule that Jungkook is only sent out when someone needs to die. 

"Um... Are you sure that's what we want to do?"

"Not all of them. Kill the family, leave the head of the household," the oldest says. He turns his eyes to Jungkook. 

The younger is picking at his fingernails. Of course, he's listening. He just hasn't heard anything worth responding to, yet. 

"Make sure the head of household witnesses the deaths," the oldest adds. Jungkook nods stiffly, his eyes not leaving his fingers. 

"Are we going to take the money after that?"

"No. Let him pay it. It needs to be his choice."

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Jungkook doesn't show any emotion as he stands over the bodies. The middle-aged man in the room is sobbing, begging, and cursing at the younger boy. He's holding his wife's body in his arms. Well, what's left of it, at least. 

"You should have paid on time," Jungkook says, shrugging his shoulders at the man. 

Big, fat tears are running from the man's eyes. Jungkook blinks at the sight, not really that bothered by the emotions that are being displayed. Tears don't bother him.