"Do you have my money yet?", Hunter, the leader of Black Disciples, a ruthless gang, said to Minjun, an infamous billionaire. Minjun swallowed and rubbed his hands together nervously as he looked down at the ground.
Hunter was sitting in a chair, surrounded by his henchmen. He was quite big. His belly was out, with him only wearing a black and gold robe and some baggy jeans. His head was shaved and he had scars on his body.
Minjun only wished he hadn't done business with this man.
"I-I don't have it", he said. His blood ran cold when he heard a gun had been cocked. He gulped.
"You gonna have to speak up. I thought I heard you say you ain't got my money", he said, leaning forward in his chair. To say Hunter is dangerous is an understatement. So to see Mr. Jeon trimbling in fear was expected.
"I had it at first. I swear. Someone robbed me two days ago. They hacked into my personal account and drained it dry", he said waving his hands as he spoke.
Hunter looked at him as if he was growing another head. He scoffed. "You expec' me ta believe dat some random dude decided to rob you two days befo' you paid me? Shoot dis foo'. He really tryin me", Hunter said.
Minjun widened his eyes and began to panic. "Wait, please! I'll get it back. Fast!", he tried to convince them. One of the henchmen walked toward him and placed the cold weapon on the man's temple as he closed his eyes shut.
Then there was a faint buzzing sound. The room went silent. Hunter had a puzzled looked on his face as he looked around at his men, who were looking at each other too.
Minjun opened one eye when he realized that he wasn't dead yet.
Hunter then looked at Minjun when he realized that it was coming from him. Minjun opened his other eye.
He gulped at Hunter's intense stare. Hunter signaled for one of his men to search him. He patted his body and finally got the phone that was ringing. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. "Who is it", he asked. The henchman read the caller id. "It says 'Son'", he said.
Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Answer it", he ordered Minjun. He grabbed the phone after it was shoved in his chest and answered it.
"Hello?", he asked in the phone. Hunter leaned back in his chair, staring daggers at the man on the phone. "Put it on speaker", Hunter demanded with a look so cold that Minjun could have sworn the temperature dropped a few degrees. He did as he was told.
"Appa, what is taking so long? And where is my food that I asked for?", his son said in Korean. Minjun looked at Hunter. "What did I tell you about speaking Korean? We will talk in English", he scolded his son in English.
"Okay, whatever. Where are you?", his son said, this time in English. Minjun swallowed as he looked up at Hunter. Hunter looked as if he was five seconds away from ripping his head off.
"Don't worry about it. I'll be home soon", he said. He pulled at his collar and looked at the guys around him. "Well I'm supposed to be somewhere in a little bit so I'm just going to eat out", his son said.
"No, don't leave the house. Just stay put", he said as he saw a smirk grow on Hunter's face.
"Why?", he asked. Minjun was sweating at this point. "Just don't. I will see you when I get home. Goodbye, Jungkook. I love you", Minjun said, saying the last sentence in his native language. He hung up the phone and placed it back in his pocket, preparing for his death.
Hunter was smiling by now. Minjun didn't know how to take that. Throughout all the years he has been doing business with him, he had never seen this man smile before.
"You know what? Imma let you go", Hunter said as he stood up walking to Mr. Jeon. Minjun looked up at the man, shock on his face. "Really?", he asked. Hunter brought an arm around the man's shoulders. "Yeah, wit you bein' a dad and all, I'll let you have a couple mo' days and Imma also need somethin' extra from you", he said.
Minjun was scared of what he might ask for. "I'm gon' need you to find out who stole my money. That means you give me the money and the dude who stole it. Aight?", he said, squeezing Mr. Jeon's shoulder a little too hard.
Mr. Jeon nodded. Hunter chuckled and began to slap his back, making him stumble forward. "Aight, take him to his car. You have a good night, John", Hunter ordered.
Some of his men escorted Minjun out and toward his car.
Hunter watched them leave and looked at one of his men. He waved a finger for him to come to him. The henchman walked briskly to him.
"I want you to follow John for a while and report daily. Find out where he lives, his schedule and his son's. He not finna just get away with not giving me money cause his security is bullshit. Make sure he don't notice you", he said to him. The henchman nodded.
A few days later, the same henchman came back to his boss. "I need you to gather some people. We finna snatch John's little man, aight?", Hunter said. The henchman nodded.
"Ok, pops", the henchman said. "That's my boy, Marques", Hunter said, putting a hand on his son's shoulder. Marques was 21 and had medium sized dreads, a small beard and mustache, and removable gold and silver grills on his teeth. He had some muscle on him and was about 6 feet and 3 inches tall.
A few hours later, Marques had gathered a team as his father instructed. Zishan, his cousin, had walked in the room while the team was conversing. Zishan was 19 and had a buzzcut, a small mustache and some stubble. He was built smaller than his older cousin and was a little on the short side, with him being only 6 feet tall. Marques looked up at his younger cousin and smiled. "Hey, little man", he said as he walked toward Zishan. Zishan rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth at the nickname. "I'm only 2 years younger than you", he said.
"Yeah but the thing is, you're still younger den me", he said with that smile still on his face. Zishan couldn't help but smile a little as well as he began to dap him up.
Hunter was Zishan's uncle and had been apart of the gang since he was seventeen.
They let go of the hug. "My dad told me to snatch someone. You in?", he asked. Zishan didn't like kidnapping people since it seemed like it was too much of a hassle. "Nah, I'm good. But let me know how it goes", he said.
Marques licked his lips and nodded. "See ya", he said while giving him a two finger salute. Zishan returned the gesture.
About two hours later, Marques' team was outside of Mr. Jeon's house, waiting for him to leave for work since this was around the time that he would say goodbye to his son and leave.
Like clockwork, Mr. Jeon was out of the house. They watched the oblivious man drive away in his Bugatti.
They continued to sit in the van since his son would usually go out after his dad left.
After a while, they saw the young boy walking out of the house, locking the door. Marques took one last swig of his beer and started the engine.
"What was this kid's name again?", one of the henchmen asked. Marques shrugged his shoulders as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Jung something", he answered. Everyone in the car watched him walk to his gold Lamborghini.
"Damn, I'm getting that car after we get him", one of the henchmen said. Marques put the car in gear. "Not unless you beat me at Uno", he said. The henchman laughed at him. "You so childish", one said. Marques smirked.
The boy drove out of the drive way and made his way in their direction. Marques began to drove slow and then did a quick turn to block the road as soon as the boy was close enough.
"Les go boys", Marques said as everyone pulled their ski masks. The henchman slid the door open and jumped from the back. Shouting was heard from the gang members and the boy was scared out of his wits. He tried to change gears but his door was opened before he could react.
His big, doe eyes widened when he made eye contact with Marques.
"What's happening? Why are you taking me?", he said in Korean. Maybe if he tried to play the innocent foreigner they would leave him alone.
Marques chuckled at him, knowing exactly what this man was trying to do. "Don't play the 'I can't speak English' card. Now getcha ass out of the car, chopsticks", he said grabbing the man's arm. The henchmen were in the car, searching for things they would want.
The man stepped out of the car and began to struggle. He jerked his body left and right, trying his best to get away from the other male but Marques was too strong.
"Let me go! Help! Somebody help me, please!", he screamed in English. Marques was taken aback by that and dragged him to the car. "Y'all, hurry up. One of you, get in his car and follow us and the rest, get ya asses in the van", Marques ordered as the other male was still struggling to get out of the older man's hold.
They did as they were told and ran back to the van with one of them hoping in the golden car.
Marques pushed the man inside the vehicle and looked around the neighborhood. He saw neighbors coming out of their million dollar homes and some were on the phone with a worried look. He quickly ran to the other side of the car and hopped in, starting the vehicle.
So the story begins. I actually like this story since I actually have a plan for it and have it typed out. And because like I said before, long haired Jungkook with a black man just does something to me.
Alright, see ya later.