“It was a debt to Cheonsa Myo Pa and I had to solve it. I would've never dealt with them if it wasn't a matter of utmost importance.” J-seph explained and Jimin looked at his nails in annoyance.
He felt J-seph tense because it was almost obvious that he didn't believe him, that he was unconvinced, uninterested, and almost bored, that he was waiting for something else. “That's all, I swear.”
“Do I look like an idiot to you?” Jimin turned to look at him with narrowed eyes, raising a brow in exasperation. His sharp eyes were still dark and hooded, and he tilted his head to the side before shaking his head in disappointment.
“I expected better than this shitty excuse. You're fucking stinking rich, and you're here bubbling about having a debt? I know how much money each fucker in this gang earns and you're in the fucking top two.”
Jimin clicked his tongue before standing up from the sofa, then turning to give J-seph another sharp glare before shrugging in nonchalance. “You had one chance,” Jimin checked his phone disinterestingly to see the recording still on going, he didn't even spare J-seph another look before continuing.
“And you had to blew it.”
Jimin turned on his heals to slaunter towards the door confidently, his steps were slow and leisured. He knew that J-seph will follow him, which was quick to happen, and in no time, the latter stood in front of him in a rush.
His eyes were worried like he didn't expect from Jimin to dismiss his argument in that cold, unconcerned and uncaring manner. To be honest, he didn't expect Jungkook's boyfriend to be the way he was at all. For Jungkook liked pretty boys whom he could easily and totally dominate, ones that wouldn't be neither so hard to please, so demanding nor so strong-headed and opinionated.
Jimin from afar looked like all of that, like a small little mochi, delicate and fragile, and almost naive. Jimin was the kind you could easily underestimate, that you could mistake for total innocence or weakness.
His pretty features and sweet smile added to the mix almost magically. But once you get closer, you figure out his appearance was just a big deceiving mask, that the reality was the complete opposite, that his attitude had nothing at all to do with his apparent sweetness. And as the saying goes, the devil wears a pretty face.
“It's not my debt, please let me explain.” Jimin's eyes hardened, glossily colder than ice as he protuded his lips in irritation. He looked so cold and unaffected, effortlessly nonchalant.
If Taehyung could see him at that moment, he'd see an image of himself there. Jimin somehow had learned to fake a very similar facade to that of Taehyung, to master that glare that would get people to tremble in fear, a powerful presence that could shift every eye in sight to stare at him.
And without even noticing it, he began to give off that kind of aura that instantly got a chilling twist to settle in the pit of one’s stomack. Jimin at the moment was rather just bothered because he had to waste even more time in a conversation which to him was already done. Jimin nodded for him to continue nevertheless.
“My younger brother is a junkie. The fucker ran out of morphin and had no money to pay but you know how addiction is. He began to take the drug from Chensa Myo Pa’s dealers without paying and they let him till he owed them so much money he could never even pay and they decided to kill him for it. And I knew at last minute so I had to interfere to save him and pay his debts. I had to see them twice or thrice just for payment procedures. So whatever proves or pictures you have, it was just this.”
Jimin waved his hand dismissively as he laughed again. If anything, he looked rather amused by the whole thing and J-seph felt almost offended, as if the other man was mocking him even when he was saying nothing but the truth.
It was obvious that if Jimin didn't believe him, Jungkook in no way would, and he didn't want to start imagining what could happen when the latter knows.
“What I'm gonna tell you is: Jungkook wouldn't believe it. So think of something else.” Jimin replied with a tone that implied it was a sure fact, which it was for Jungkook was extremely paranoid and doubtful.
But nevertheless, Jimin believed J-seph. There was sincerity in his eyes, some kind of sparkle of honesty and Jimin didn't know exactly why but he doubted that he was lying at all.
J-seph persed his lips as if thinking, but Jimin already knew what he was thinking. If Jimin had already told Jungkook about it, then he had no way of surviving, no matter what he'd come up with.
Jimin felt that he had pressed on him enough, it was time to go easy on him instead. For the whole story was unrelated to what he really wanted anyways. It was just the opening show.
“If Jungkook ever figures out, he'll take it as treason. Jungkook has a simple rule, when you gain his trust, he'll return the favor with money and power and high life, make you feel like a God marching on earth. But guess what happens when you lose it?” Jimin muttered as he locked eyes with J-seph, his eyes were intense and unflinching, also cold and devoid of emotions and everything else and J-seph could see it was the look of a cold-blooded killer.
It was something he never noticed before, the hint of insanity in his eyes, and he didn't have to stare for long to recognize Jimin hadn't even the smallest hint of symapthy for him, that to him it was just another thing he had to do. J-seph could deduce that Jimin didn't show his other face except for those he pleased, but it didn't mean nevertheless that it was nothing but his true self.
“Then you'll lose his respect and trust and he'll do nothing short of returning you the favor again. People who betraye him are dead to him, and by dead I mean that he'll really murder them, torture them to be exact.” Jimin continued as he shifted his gaze to look through the open door.
There were lights and prostitutes and constumers, the usual things but Jimin eyed it as if it was much more interesting than knowing he'll cause the torture and death of the man in front of him. And it was true, for it didn't mean anything to him at all.
“You've participated in Master Jeon's tortures plenty of times, didn't ya? But he told me once that if either you or his right hand ever betrayed him that it’d be even worse. He'll gut you alive and play with your insides while you're watching. It amazes me how he already decided what to do with you. Ain’t so pleasing, right?” Jimin carried on, the nonchalance still obvious on his pretty features as he reverted his gaze from the scene behind the door with sudden disinterest and locked eyes with J-seph again.
“Death is your easiest trouble, it could be just a shot to the head. If I were you, I'd be scared of the pain. So let me give you a small piece of advice.”
J-seph was somehow still shocked at all of what Jimin had said. He asked himself how in hell the two had never spoken before if Jimin had all of that power in his small cute little hands. He wasn't angry with him at all for some reason and he didn't consider that he had the right to. Jimin was only doing his job and he was killing it.
What was more impressive was that it didn't even show, that it was somehow an undercover type of work. Jimin had the spirit of a leader, that power in his presence but he could also so easily disguise it. He nodded after he noticed Jimin awaiting his reaction with his cold droopy eyes.
“Your only chance of fixing this is that you go personally tell him. Apologize to him for hiding this away and tell him the truth. Then he'll at least think of it, but if I tell him, just consider yourself a dead man walking. He has to hear this from no one else but you.” Jimin said as he reverted his gaze to look at his watch because he was running out of time. Regardless, he was giving him a second chance, a mean to fix his mistake but nothing was for free. This whole show was all for a single purpose.
J-seph muttered that he'll go to China after two days to report the new apdates to Master Jeon, and that he'll make sure to personally inform him then. J-seph was about to thank Jimin for giving him a second chance when the latter raised his hand in the middle of his speech.
“Me hiding this from Master Jeon looks bad on my side, don't you think J-seph?” Jimin asked with amusement lacing his tone, a sparkle of mischief chining in his almond eyes. It was obvious that something else had to be said and J-seph had no idea what it could be. “I want you to put all the men under your disposition under mine.”
J-seph was shocked at the request. He didn't know if he had the right to do such a thing or not, and he had no idea if Master Jeon approved of it but he assumed the latter did. Jimin was his boyfriend after all, and seemingly, it wasn't as simple as he used to think.
“But the men under my disposition are practically the entire gang.” J-seph explained again but he already knew that Jimin knew. But what Jimin wants, Jimin gets. J-seph thought he couldn't dare to get Jimin angry with him. Such thing could potentially ruin his life, for the least he could do was call his boyfriend and it'd be the end of him. And he knew better than underestimating Jimin again.
“I know and that's not all. The Police should condone our break-in to Prison Facility and order lax security in Seoul airport. Tell them they can't start the investigation until 48 hours after the break in.” Jimin muttered with a smirk gracing his face. One of J-seph’s responsibilities was to inform the Police of Master Jeon's orders so it was something he usually did, even if 48 hours seemed long. He had no idea what intention did Jimin have but he knew he shouldn't ask. Jimin smiled at his silent approval and he continued.
“I need to smuggle someone out of the fucking coutry.”
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