WRONG DEAL // Yoonmin AU

TWO

It was Man who created Evil

-Unknown

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*Mature content ahead*

"Fuck."

Jimin threw his head backwards as the boy who kneeled in front of him sucked at the tip of his member. Obscene sounds of slurping were heard as it hit the back of the man's throat, making Jimin groan. He thrusted a couple of times into his mouth, griping his hair tightly as he finally came with a deep moan.

Jimin released the boy's hair, as the latter lost his balance and fell backwards onto the floor, his chest heaving as a white liquid dribbled down his cheek from his mouth.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair before staring down at the other man with a cold look.

"Get out of my sight."

Without wasting any time, the man scrambled onto his feet and gathered his clothes into his arms before closing the door behind him. Jimin sighed and let himself fall onto the soft, silky red sheets of the bed, staring at the ceiling above him.

Without giving him a minute to rest, two knocks were heard at the door. Jimin knew it couldn't be the man returning for further ministrations, since all the boy and girls he had sex with were informed that they were only toys to fulfill his own pleasure.

"Come in."

A tall man with black hair and a slight tan entered the room. He sported an elegant grey suit with a white button shirt peaking from the collar. 

"Taehyung, what brings you here?" Instead of answering, Taehyung asked another question.

"Another one of your sluts?" The latter stayed silent, "You'll catch an STD one day."

Jimin couldn't help but chuckle at that. He reluctantly raised from his position to sit once again on the edge of the mattress. He knew Taehyung, his right-hand man, only came to see him when he meant business.

"I'm listening." Taehyung sighed, scratching his ear in a nervous habit since he knew his boss wouldn't be happy with what he would reveal. When he saw the insistent look the older wore, he didn't hesitate any longer.

"One of our guys just called me and told me a group of men stole one million dollars worth of drugs in one of our warehouses." 

Jimin said nothing for a while, his face completely emotionless, but Taehyung knew it was only the calm before the storm. Having known the older since they were children, Taehyung could read him like an open book.

"Get your coat and two of the guards."

One hour later, a black expensive-looking car pulled up in front of the store house boarded with metallic plates and without windows. The driver got out of the car and opened one of the doors at the back. 

Jimin got out, dusting his black coat as he stared at the worn facade. As Jimin walked towards the main door of the warehouse and Taehyung followed behind him, the two guards flanked their sides, occasionally scanning their surroundings for a possible threat.

They entered with a sickening metallic sound coming from the door. In front of them were a group of ordinary looking men, who looked like they were about to piss their pants. Jimin stopped in his tracks, the three man behind him doing the same.

Silence filled with tension lasted for a while, as Jimin glared at each and every one of them, the ones who were supposed to guard the main source of his income like their lives depended on it, which they did.

"So, who tipped them off?" The men looked incredulous, not seeming to know what he was talking about. Jimin sighed in frustration.

"Each of my warehouses are hidden and nobody knows their locations expect me, my right-hand man and you guys." The mafia slid his hands inside of his coat's pockets. 

"I'm waiting." Standing apart from the small group, a man was fidgeting in place, looking nervous.

Jimin took slow steps towards him, and the man immediately broke into a run to try and reach the door at the back of the building. Within five seconds, Jimin drew his gun from his the inside pocket of his coat and shot the man in the leg. 

He shouted as he fell on the hard concrete floor and attempted to crawl away from The mafia boss. Jimin took his time, and when he finally reached the culprit he shot him again, this time in the shoulder. The wounded let out another cry of pain. 

Jimin dragged the man by his hair towards the main door, the latter groaning in pain and trying to pry the fingers off, to no avail. 

"Get back to work!"

The group of men quickly scattered around to go complete their tasks, still frightened by the cold and dark aura their boss projected.

It didn't take long for the traitor to spill out a name.

Still, even when the man had told him everything he needed, Jimin continued to torture him to death. When he left the dark room situated into the basement of his mansion, the remaining body slumped on a chair was covered in deep lacerations and the face was barely recognizable with the swelling bruises on it.

Taehyung was waiting for him upstairs, not surprised to see his boss' hands covered in blood.

"Namjoon was able to track down the man responsible."

They climbed to the second floor and entered a room down the corridor. Inside, a man was typing on his computer, with many other screens surrounding it. 

"Hey Namjoon, what do you got." The latter turned a bit in his swivel chair to look at him.

"I checked the cameras located at the warehouse and tracked down the convoy with the stolen drugs. It leads to a club in the downtown part of Busan. I figured the headquarters of the guy would be there, and I managed to find a couple of pictures of the last few days." 

The three men looked at the pictures, which were taken at the entrance of the VIP room where the gang leader's business was made. 

"Wait, come back a little." Namjoon complied, going back a few photos before Jimin told him to stop. There, in front of the red door, was a thin young man with silver locks. His cat like eyes were staring in a corner, the side of his face revealing pouty pink lips. Jimin was captivated, not able to tear his eyes from the picture of the boy.

"I want him."

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