WARNING: blackmail, mentions of drugs / drug dealing, mentions of various illegal activities
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iOS CHAT
Han
you missed 13 calls from this number
HAN
Answer the fucking phone, Jeongguk
you missed 1 call from this number
HAN
I'm not playing, Jeongguk
HAN
answer your fucking phone
you missed 2 calls from this number
HAN
I'm going to be nice and assume that you are unavailable
HAN
but you better fucking call me back as soon as you get these
HAN
you don't want to get yourself into more trouble than you already did, trust me
JEONGGUK
jeez, what do you want Han?
JEONGGUK
I'm busy right now
HAN
yeah, I can see that
JEONGGUK
?
HAN
Oh, did I not tell you?
HAN
I had a little trip in your fuck buddy's phone
HAN
found lots of interesting pictures
HAN
and chats
JEONGGUK
what the fuck
JEONGGUK
who are you talking about?
HAN
You know who I'm talking about, Jeongguk.
JEONGGUK
no, I fucking don't
HAN
the son of MC Entertainment's CEO? Kim Taehyung?
JEONGGUK
why the fuck would you go through his phone?
JEONGGUK
you don't even know him
HAN
mhm
HAN
maybe I don't
HAN
but the world sure knows who he is
HAN
The perfect son
HAN
The face of MC Entertainment
HAN
A future CEO
HAN
A bright student
HAN
only good things are being said about him
HAN
would be a shame if his reputation was ruined
HAN
you have to be careful, Jeongguk
HAN
you wouldn't want nasty rumors to spread
HAN
and by rumor I mean him fucking with a junkie male stripper
JEONGGUK
What's your point Han? Taehyung didn't do anything, he has no fucking idea who the hell you are
JEONGGUK
Trust me he isn't a threat to us
HAN
Are you sure he doesn't know who I am, Jeongguk?
HAN
You didn't tell him anything about me?
JEONGGUK
nothing
JEONGGUK
I swear, Han
HAN
Is that so?
HAN
How about you come to the stripclub and tell me that in person?
JEONGGUK
Okay
JEONGGUK
We can meet tonight
HAN
I meant now, Jeongguk.
JEONGGUK
but I'm busy
HAN
Seems like you're not anymore
HAN
I need you down at the club now
JEONGGUK
Fuck
JEONGGUK
I'll be there just
JEONGGUK
Just give me some time to get there
HAN
I'll give you thirty minutes
HAN
Make them count
HAN
You know patience isn't my thing
JEONGGUK
Yeah
JEONGGUK
I'll be quick
HAN
Good
******
Jeongguk looked down at the sleeping man whose head was resting on his thighs, heavy against the thick muscle.
Excess saliva built up in his mouth and he hurried to swallow it all and avert his eyes from the angelic sight displayed right in front of him. The guilt and disappointment didn't leave the confines of his heart even then. He felt bad, so fucking bad for leaving Taehyung like this when they were having so much fun.
After their little conversation, they had watched — or rather, Taehyung had forced Jeongguk to watch — Business Proposal for two hours straight, until Taehyung fell asleep like a baby and now Jeongguk couldn't find it in him to wake him up. Not when he looked this peaceful and relaxed. Plus, he deserved some sleep too. Although he was the dominant, he still needed aftercare and rest.
Besides, waking him up now wouldn't do either of them any good. Taehyung would start asking him question, questions that he wouldn't be able to answer, and probably try to get him to stay. Jeongguk didn't want to deal with that, so he opted for the second option: leave discreetly and hope Taehyung doesn't wake up.
With slow, gentle movements, Jeongguk somehow managed to get up, letting Taehyung's head fall against the squishy cushions. He stared at the man for a good ten seconds, wanting to make sure the sudden removal of his bed hadn't woken him up. Thankfully, Taehyung was still sleeping soundly; his eyelids were shut and soft snores even began to echo throughout the room after a few seconds.
"Fuck." Jeongguk muttered. He felt like shit, leaving the older like this after everything. Taehyung had taken care of him, and he was about to flee like an ungrateful asshole. But he didn't have that much of a choice. Saying 'no' to Han was never a good idea, and it was an even worse idea when you were already on his bad side and owed him over fifty millions wons.
Jeongguk wasn't about to risk it just to spend a couple more hours with Taehyung.
With that in mind, he gathered his belongings and shoved it inside the bag he had brought with him when he came here the day before, trying not to make any noise.
As soon as he closed the front door, his once peaceful mind was filled up with dread, apprehension. Because Han did not sound happy in his text messages, and if he was asking Jeongguk to meet in person, it meant he had something important to tell him. Or to do. Something he couldn't say or do in text.
In short, it wasn't a good sign. At all. More like a blatant red flag.
And Jeongguk was running right towards it.
—
It didn't take long for Jeongguk to spot Han; he was at their usual meeting spot, at the bar, talking to a pretty dark-haired girl who didn't seem to enjoy the man's company as much as he did. Behind her polite smiles and small hand gestures, it was obvious that she wasn't invested in whatever conversation they were having. Judging from her revealing outfit and heavy makeup she was probably one of the strippers, looking for a drink to relax before she went up the stage again.
Luckily for her, the R&B song that was playing faded; replaced by another song and indicating the end of her break. She bowed politely to the older, shoved the handful of bills he handed to her in her underwear, and walked away from the bar.
Han watched her hips roll with each step she took as she made her way to the stage, only averting his eyes when he heard Jeongguk loudly clear his throat.
The younger had joined him at the bar a few minutes ago, and he hadn't even noticed — too busy staring at the girl's body like a sick pervert.
"Jeongguk." He gave the boy a nod of acknowledgment and reached out to grab his glass of whiskey. "Here, have a drink. It's on me."
Jeongguk tensed, nervous. Han offering him a drink? That was definitely not a good sign.
"Oh, actually I'm-"
"I wasn't asking." Han cut him off harshly, grabbing his wrist to pull him closer. Jeongguk was left with no other choice than to take the glass and stare at its content to try and find out if it had been roofied or not. Not like this would change anything, he would still have to drink it either way, but at least he would be warned.
"I didn't drug your drink Jeongguk." Han sighed with a frustrated expression — the kind you see parents make when they deal with a spoilt child's tantrum. Jeongguk fucking despised it, but he didn't — couldn't — say anything. So he brought the glass to his lips and poured the whiskey down his throat, eyes shut tightly as the bitter liquid filled his mouth.
He didn't even like whiskey.
"Why did you call me here anyway?" Jeongguk wanted to know, putting the empty glass back on the counter. He pivoted in such a manner that he was now facing Han. The man was still looking at the stage, where multiple strippers of various genders were currently performing — including the black haired girl from earlier.
Jeongguk had to bite hard on his tongue not to say something he'd regret. Something like 'she's too pretty for your ugly ass face' or 'it's obvious you make everyone you talk to uncomfortable so don't even bother trying'.
Suddenly the lights dimmed, synchronized with the music. A single spotlight lit up above a random stripper and bills flew, covering the floor of the stage. One by one, the other lights lit up as well and the music started again, louder than ever.
"Let's go somewhere more private." Han said, curt. "There are some nosy people here." With that he turned on his heels and walked away, Jeongguk having ( once again ) no other choice than to follow him to wherever he was headed.
Their destination didn't stay a secret for a long time. They were headed to the VIP private rooms. Jeongguk knew where they were, for he had given many private shows to rich men in there.
Han being the owner of the club, he had access to those VIP rooms. Aside from the fact that they were much bigger and expensive than the normal private rooms, they had soundproof walls and doors that could only be opened with a special card.
All the VIP guests had a card, and so did the strippers for safety reasons. Jeongguk was no exception; in fact, his card never left the hidden pocket of his leather jacket — the one he always wore regardless of the wether.
Good thing he always had it with him. At least Han wouldn't be able to trap him in here even if he wanted to.
However his relief was short lived. As soon as Han opened the door, anxiety and fear flooded his veins.
"We need to talk about Kim Taehyung." Han took place on the king sized bed lined up against the wall, reaching out to turn on the red LED lights with the remote placed on the pillow.
Jeongguk's heartbeat increased in speed at the mention of Taehyung.
When he started doing hard drugs and selling coke, he made himself one promise: to not involve his friends in this bullshit, ever.
He'd hate to see them go down the same road he did, and he for sure wouldn't be able to stand the sight of them destroying themselves because of him.
Many times Jimin had asked Jeongguk to let him try drugs. How could he not be curious about them when his best friend was so addicted? However Jeongguk's answer had always been the same, definitive one.
No.
It was the same for Seoyeon. Though she was now selling under Han's rules ( much like Jeongguk did ), he always made sure she didn't get tempted to try the drugs herself. So far it had been working; Seoyeon and Jimin were both drug-virgins.
Jeongguk wanted the same thing for Taehyung. He didn't want to involve him in the business, hell, he didn't even want his name to he mentioned. Hearing it come out of Han's nasty mouth was already too much.
Afraid he'd say something wrong or give away his feelings if he spoke up, Jeongguk opted for a non-verbal answer. He slightly tilted his head to the side and gave a shrug, waiting for Han to clarify.
A sigh escaped from the older man's chapped lips. He leaned back against the wall, arms folded over his chest, and pursed his lips.
"I disapprove."
Jeongguk frowned.
"What?"
"You and Kim Taehyung." Han specified. His eyes were unreadable, and so was his voice. "I disapprove."
This time Jeongguk couldn't keep his face straight. His eyebrows shot up and he scoffed, crossing his own arms over his chest much like Han did.
"Since when do I need your approval for anything that's not business related?" He couldn't conceal the frustration in his tone, glaring at the gross man seated a few inches away from where he stood.
"It is business related." Han retorted. Before Jeongguk could snap at him, he spoke up again. "Do you even know who you're fucking with?"
"Course I do." Jeongguk mumbled, puzzled by Han's words. He made it sound like Taehyung was a big deal, when really he was just a clueless guy who didn't even know how to bake pancakes properly.
"Oh really?" Han didn't believe him. Of course he didn't. "Then tell me, what does his dad do for a living?"
"His dad is the CEO of M—"
"The other one, Jeongguk." Han interrupted him, tone harsh.
Jeongguk's mouth hung open, his mind desperately searching for the answer in his memories. He couldn't find it. Taehyung never told him what was his other dad's job. Nor did he ever ask, to be fair.
The lack of response on Jeongguk's part caused Han's lips to pull into a victorious smirk.
"That's what I thought."
Jeongguk swallowed, feeling nervous all of a sudden.
"He's a fucking cop, Jeongguk." Deadpanned Han.
Oh.
Oh.
"Shit." Jeongguk muttered, feeling his blood run cold while he processed this piece of information. Taehyung's father was a fucking cop.
Just that.
And like the idiot he was, Jeongguk had told him way too much. More than he needed to know — more than he should've ever known. He told him about his addiction, about how he sold drugs and about the gang in general. He told him so many things, gave him so many details... And Taehyung listened to everything carefully.
Fucking hell.
If he ever decided to snitch ( or did he snitch already ? ) to his cop dad, Jeongguk would be in a shit load of trouble. He could go to jail, for fucks sake!
No. Calm down. He heard a little voice in his head soothe his worries, reminding him that it had been a while since Taehyung learned about Han and nothing suspicious had happened since. Surely if Taehyung wanted to get rid of Jeongguk — or Han — he would've done something already, right? Then again, he did mention that he didn't see his fathers often.
So Jeongguk was back at square one: should he, or should he not, trust Taehyung?
Han seemed to think he shouldn't. But Han didn't know Taehyung the way he did.
He wouldn't understand.
"Now, can you tell me again that you didn't say anything about me to Taehyung?"
Silence filled the dimly lit room. Han knew. He had to. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother asking such a stupid question. But how? How would he know? Jeongguk had never once mentioned him while texting Taehyung.
Could it be... that Taehyung tried to contact Han?
No. Taehyung would never.
"No, I didn't—" Jeongguk couldn't finish his sentence, cut off by the irritated click of Han's pierced tongue. The middle aged man got up from the bed and stepped forwards, closer to the younger one.
One step closer. Two steps closer. Three, four. Five, and the distance between their bodies was inexistant.
Jeongguk's Adam apple bobbed as he swallowed his saliva, along with the lump of anxiety that was forming in the confines of his dry throat. Nonetheless he didn't dare to avert his gaze, maintaining eye contact with Han; hoping the older would buy his lie if he didn't appear stressed.
"Ah, Jeongguk-ah..." the brown-haired man trailed off, slipping one of his calloused hand in his back pocket to grab his phone. "I want to believe you, trust me I do." Jeongguk felt his heartbeat accelerate worryingly fast as Han scrolled through his contact list.
"But tell me, if Taehyung doesn't know about me, how come he has my number saved on his phone?"
Jeongguk's stomach plummeted. He blinked dumbly, big doe eyes looking anywhere but at the man in front of him, and he shook his head vehemently, muttering strings of profanities under his breath.
How did this happen? How did Taehyung get Han's number?
"How come he knew my name, Jeongguk? How come he knew about our deal? How come he knew about your debt?"
Fuck. Instinctively Jeongguk attempted to take a step back, to put some distance between himself and the angry man in front of him; it was useless. Soon his back brushed against the wall and Han was still dangerously close to him.
"Let me repeat my question, Jeongguk." Han said with a tilt of his head, dark eyes scrutinizing the younger's panicked expression, relishing in the fear that was now clearly readable in his pupils. "Did you, or did you not, tell Taehyung about me?"
Lying was too risky at this point. Han already seemed to know the answer anyway, but who knew? Perhaps he was merely bluffing, tricking Jeongguk into telling him what he didn't actually know.
But telling the truth was just as risky, for Han was not the kind of man whose reactions you could predict. The way his mind worked had always been a mystery to Jeongguk. One day he was on his good side, the other Han blamed him for everything and anything for no reason whatsoever. He seemed to always be switching between extremes, too quickly for anyone around him to catch up — including Jeongguk.
However if Han did know the truth and Jeongguk lied to him, it wasn't hard to guess he wouldn't be happy about it.
And unhappy Han was a dangerous Han. So just for this once, Jeongguk decided to play it safe.
"I didn't tell him your name. I just told him I owed a debt to someone because he caught me selling coke in Las Vegas." Half-lie, half-truth. There was no way Han knew the whole story anyway. Taehyung might be stupid, but he wasn't that stupid.
Or at least that was Jeongguk hoped. Because if that was not the case, he was literally fucked.
"And how did he get my number then, huh?" Han pointed out, eyebrows raised in mock innocence.
"I don't fucking know, Han!" It was true. He had no idea how on Earth Taehyung managed to get the man's number. "He must have snooped around or something." Apparently his words were convincing enough because Han backed away, finally giving Jeongguk the opportunity to breathe in deeply and gather his thoughts.
"Since when do you talk to your one night stands about your past?" The older questioned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Since when do you care about my one-night-stands?" Jeongguk shot back.
"Since your one night stands care about me." Han barked, once again stepping forwards — reducing the distance between him and the younger male. He put both of his hands on either side of the wall to trap Jeongguk, who looked back at him wide-eyed.
"Just because I didn't brand you doesn't mean you get a free pass, Jeongguk. As far as I'm concerned, you're still apart of this gang and you have to go by the same rules everyone does."
"I know." Jeongguk mumbled, gaze dropping to his feet. He had been careless, running his mouth to Taehyung without knowing what the consequences might be. "I-I'll talk to him, okay? Make sure he doesn't get ahead of himself." He said, though it sounded more like he was pleading his superior to let him do it.
"You're the one who went ahead of yourself Jeongguk." Han remarked. He gritted his teeth together, the angry frown he sported never fading from his scrunched up face as he glared at the smaller male.
"You better make sure he never opens his mouth about this. If he does, I'll have no other choice than to shut him up myself." With that he stepped back and air finally entered Jeongguk's lungs. He brought a hand to his forehead, wiping the sweat that had built up underneath the locks that fell over his face, and gulped.
"I will."
His hand dropped to smooth his wrinkled shirt, anything to get his mind off Han's odd stare. That man would never not make him feel uneasy, with his sketchy attitude and his perverted looks. He was one of these people whose mere presence was enough to make an entire room electric with tension.
Silence stretched between the two and after a minute, Jeongguk cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable. However, the second he attempted to walk away, he felt clammy fingers grip at his wrists, pulling him in the opposite direction. He scrunched his face up in revulsion and whined when he was spun on his feet, forced to face the dreadful man again.
"You're such a fucking brat, Jeongguk." Han groaned, pushing the younger's body back until his shoulders hit the wall with a quiet thump. He made sure that Jeongguk wasn't avoiding his stare before he continued, jabbing his index finger in the boy's chest aggressively as he spoke.
"A lying, ungrateful brat." He seethed, both his words and voice laced with pure venom. "Don't you fucking dare walk away from me Jeongguk. You had one job. One fucking job. It was to sell and shut the fuck up." Jeongguk gasped when the same disgusting, clammy fingers that were wrapped around his wrist a minute ago grabbed his jaw, squeezing hard.
"If you can't do that, I guess we'll have to find you another job, huh?" Immediately Jeongguk shook his head, doe eyes widening in fright at the sick smirk displayed on Han's pale face.
"No!" He cried out, head falling back against the wall when Han shoved him again. "You said I'm good at selling! I don't want to do anything else, Han, please." He feared for his rib cage, with the way his heart was pounding against the fragile bones. It was the first time in a while that he felt this terrified, and it was safe to say he had not missed the feeling.
But he had a valid reason. He had seen what other gang members do when he used to live with Han. Often, there would be people stopping buy the house and asking for their pay. Some of them were drug dealers like Jeongguk, others were prostitutes. Those were the most common jobs Han assigned to his people, but they were far from being the worst. Some people sold guns. Some, were specialized in extortion and blackmail. Others were skillful thieves and a few were tasked with murder.
Needless to mention, none of those came close to Jeongguk's dream job.
"Han, please. I'll sell twice the amount you ask me too!" His attempt at negotiating was only laughed at. Han had already planned out everything, and there wasn't a word Jeongguk could say that would change his mind.
"Nope." Han snickered, popping the p like Jeongguk often did to mock him. "I don't want you to sell anymore, Jeongguk." He added in a much more serious tone. Jeongguk didn't say anything this time, just waited for the man to complete.
And once he did, he felt the air being knocked out of his lungs.
"I want you to be my right-hand man."
Idk if I've said this before but I have no intention to romanticize gangs so don't expect Jeongguk to become a hot gang leader out of nowhere- 🧍🏻
Anygays this chapter wasnt fun so let me light up the mood with Jeongguk showing off his last brain cells 😔🖐
Hope you learned a few things <3