When Jimin pickpockets Seoul's biggest gang leader, he ends up stealing a lot more than his wallet.
"Any last words before I blow your fucking brains out princess?"
The gang leader watched amused as Jimin looked down the barrel of the gun unimpress...
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JIMIN'S P.O.V.
"Find someone else,"
Sure, it might have sounded a bit harsh, but in the grand scheme of things, I actually treasured my life and wasn't looking to die anytime soon. My usual employer sighed,
"ButChristian! This is a great opportunity to make a lot of money just-"
"No."
I took an uninterested sip from my coffee, "Mr. Wang, you've paid for my services before, and you know I don't mess around with mafia shit." I said in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I'm looking for some quick cash, not something that's going to put my head on a fucking platter." My voice came out sounding something more similar to a growl as I barked into the cellphone—a little louder than preferred too. The couple that sat in the booth in front of me sat wide-eyed, sending worried glances over their shoulders as they obviously overheard the conversation.
Maybe taking business calls in the middle of a cafe wasn't such a good decision after all?
"Christian, you wouldn't even be coming into contact with them. It would be a quiet tailing job that only involves you getting pictures of them and where they're going. I'll even add in a bonus if you find out what they're smuggling." I sighed, rubbing at my temples annoyed.
Pictures weren't very hard to get and Mr. Wang has always been a well-paying customer... I can't believe I'm actually considering this.
"How much would you be paying me again?"
"How does thirty sound?" The line went silent as I thought over the offer, "Maybe if it's millions we're talking,"
Mr. Wang scoffed, "Don't push your luck, Christian,"
I rolled my eyes, "Fine thirty grand, and the bonus?"
Clients like Mr. Wang were always more generous with their money if I could manage to pull off the impossible. Not only would I grant their original request, but in certain cases—like this one, I would be willing to grant another. For more money of course.
"I thought you didn't take Mafia-related jobs?"
My patience was running thin, "The bonus Wang. Or you can forget it,"
The line went quiet, "Two grand." I hummed and took another drink of my coffee,
"Make it five and just maybe you have yourself a deal. What are the parameters?"
I heard the blonde choke from the other side of the phone, "F-five?"
I hummed once again, taking a slow sip from my coffee, "Make it five, on top of the thirty or find someone else. Final offer."
