His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||

chapter two

Present

“You had one fucking job! I asked you for one simple thing, yet you betray me and then run away. Look at your pathetic self now.” Jungkook snaps, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

He’s watching as one of the few advancers in technology he hired to hack into a system, had lost the tracking lead for his target, but he managed to have found him at the right moment and now the latter is begging at his feet.

Jungkook sighs, feeling a migraine developing along his temples having gotten nowhere in this situation. He moves his fingers through his hair as his irritation starts to grow. Stupid bastards. Jungkook can never find loyal people to take care of his shit and perpetually ends up biting him in the ass.

“Please sir...it was a mistake. Give me another chance.” Jungkook glowers at Karl and mimics his hunched position while maintaining a dignified stillness before his face breaks out into a devilish smirk.

Karl’s growl resonates throughout his chest when Jungkook grips at the back of his neck and pulls at the roots of his hair, tilting his head back as he looks straight into the mafia’s eyes.

“Do you realize who you just messed with?” Karl instantly nods his head. “If so I give no mercy in killing you.

Jungkook snarls when he observes Karl’s eyes enlarging in fear just as he encloses his fingers around his throat and tightly compresses on his airways hindering out much-needed oxygen.

Karl’s expression changes into a purplish-blue as he writhes under Jungkook's sturdy grip, his mouth gaping as he attempts to force himself away.

Jungkook has a limit to the killing but when people so much as to overthrow his plans always ends up digging their graves. The brutish smirk never leaves his lips when he notices Karl’s eyes rolling to the back of his head and he releases, tossing the lifeless body to the floor.

Right in the middle of Karl’s apartment living room lies his dead body as Jungkook gets back on his feet and gestures to his men to come forward.

There is no grief or sympathy in his eyes for anyone who stands in his way. His cold irises remain so mysterious that one sinister look of his intimidates a swarm of people including his men who went stiff at the action of their boss. It’s nothing new. Maybe because Jungkook was the next Mafia King and heir to the Jeon family.

“Clean this shit up.” His men who winced at the crudity of his tone race to drag the dead body away.

Jungkook sighs having gotten rid of a disturbing nuisance and levels his gaze to his brother who had been occupied the entire time regarding him do his job. More specifically his step-brother.

“I want you to gather up the higher statuses and bring them to me.” There is stillness in Jimin’s body as Jungkook penetrates his distant eyes into his.

“But won’t you get caught for doing something like this and how do you expect me to bring them all?” Jimin’s persuading never helps since the younger male never backs out of his plans.

Jungkook remains blank, taking in Jimin’s figure, and gives out an exasperated sigh.

“Inject them all and do as I tell you or else.” Jimin bites his tongue at the last part holding back his retort.

He’s always been loyal to Jungkook ever since his father or stepfather...the Mafia King had brought him in after his family abandoned him and raised him as his own. Yet, there were a lot of differences between the youngest and the eldest.

Either way, he’s still grateful and always sticks to Jungkook’s side. Jimin's shoulders droop and decide it’s better to listen to Jungkook than to disobey his orders. He doesn’t want to have to deal with the younger’s tantrums.

“Hmm~ we’ll get to it.” He turns away from Jungkook and from the corner of his eyes he notices a small glint in the younger's gaze.

Jimin shivers imperceptibly at the dominance that radiates off Jungkook’s body causing his own to grow apprehensive. There’s something he’s hiding from him, something he’s never been able to tell.

Jimin shakes out of his reverie and walks away from the intimidating look his stepbrother is casting him.