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This is starting to frustrate Jimin.
He checked in a hotel with a stranger he picked up in one of the biggest clubs in Seoul to ease some sexual tension. He didn't even bother to know the name of the guy who is now balls deep in him, panting and seemingly enjoying himself while he continues to be frustrated by his lame skills in bed. The foreplay was good, the dirty talk and the booze made Jimin hot enough to get into bed with him but as the guy continued on his task to get himself off without considering him, Jimin was almost thankful that his phone rang.
The stranger whose head is tilted upwards, eyes closed and relishing himself didn't even flinch from the ringing. He just kept on pounding Jimin.
Jimin lifted himself a little, scoffing and outright getting bored and annoyed by the whole sex and phone call. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and saw Taehyung's name flashing on the screen. He scoffed some more and picked up, watching his unbothered partner while taking the call.
"What's up?" he asked Taehyung. His partner looked at him now. He motioned for him to continue fucking him. He had the decency to let the guy use him to get off. He, on the other hand, just settled on studying his face as he seemed to reach epiphany while inside his ass.
"Come over. I have a mission for you." Taehyung said.
"I am being fucked right now. Can it wait?" he told Taehyung, smiling at the stranger who looks like he is finding it hot that Jimin is talking on the phone while he does him.
"No. It's important." Tae flatly said. He knows how much sex Jimin gets in a week that he isn't surpised anymore. "Come to the conference room at the headquarters right now."
Jimin sighed, pushed his partner out of himself and waved his hand to shoo him away. The stranger wasn't happy at all, raising both hands in protest while watching Jimin get off of the bed. "I'll be there in 15 minutes." Jimin told Taehyung and he hung up.
He looked at the stranger with him who was still very hard and obviously frustrated. He was hot and good looking but his lame sex skill isn't even making Jimin a bit sorry for leaving him like that.
"Sorry. I have to go." Jimin said as he picked up his clothes from the floor. "The room is already paid. You can stay until it is due."
"We aren't even done yet." the hot stranger remarked but he knew Jimin wasn't coming back in bed with him. He removed the condom from his cock and stroked himself while watching Jimin. "Should we finish this another day?" he asked.
A small smile ran on Jimin's lips as he moved around the room preparing to leave. He is only five minutes away from the headquarters but he didn't want to be late. "No. I don't do that." he answered. He's already losing his own hardness contrary to the guy stroking himself on the bed.
He did not wait for him to reply nor did he bother to glance his way. He just left him, went to his car and drove along the streets of Seoul.
Jimin tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he sped up. He was humming to himself, pleased that he won't have to endure another awful sex but nonetheless need some release. He made a mental note to swing by a club tomorrow evening.
He recklessly turned to an underground parking lot of a high-rise building. Contrary to the buildings surrounding it, the building did not bear any name or symbol; it was just lighted on all sides demanding attention.
Jimin turned the engine off, brushed his hands along his silver hair, tucked a gun in the waistband of his pants and made his way to the conference room on Taehyung's floor.
"Taehyung-ah!" he shouted. "What is so important that I had to pull out of a perfectly good dick at this hour?" He made his way to Taehyung who was sitting at the head of the conference table and gave him a kiss on top of his head.
There were four people inside, Taehyung and Suga, and two new guys. He glanced at their surprised faces on his remark and smirked at himself.
Taehyung, looking serious and unbothered, motioned for Jimin to take a seat. "I'm sure you'll find another one in minutes, Jimin." he told him. "I need you to do something with these two. This is RM and that one is Jungkook.” He pointed at the guys who nodded in his direction.
Jimin eyed them with a small smile playing on his lips. He is known in their group to be the playful intimidating right-hand of the notorious Drug Lord, Kim Taehyung. He liked playing with his game and that included new recruits.
RM and Jungkook did not look like they were nervous around the top tier members of the Behemoth Circle.
Interesting, he thought.
His eyes lingered a little longer on Jungkook, captivated by his doe-like eyes, too sweet-looking for this dark and dirty business. “Don’t you look too young for this?” he asked the youngster.
“I am old enough.” Jungkook answered and returned Jimin’s gaze, refusing to give in to Jimin’s mind game.
“If you say so.” Jimin responded and looked away. He raised his eyebrows at Taehyung and Suga and waited for his mission details.
“One of our shipments in Daegu got hoarded by a stupid moron.” Suga started, annoyance already heard in his tone. “I don’t know what got into him to think that we won’t come after it. It’s worth ten billion won for fuck’s sake.” He tossed a black folder to Jimin’s direction who immediately started reading the file.
“More than the money, I do not tolerate traitors.” Taehyung stated, clenching his jaw and pushing his long blonde hair away from his face. “I’ll need you to bring the stupid leader back alive to me.” he locked his intimidating gaze on Jimin whose smile only got bigger at the thought of another night filled with desperate screams.
“How many are there?” Jimin asked and flipped the pages of the folder filled with maps, reports and pictures of the targets.
“We don’t know exactly.” Suga said. “You don’t need to bring them all, just their leader, Woohyung. More than those guys, the place is filled with police right now because they are making a mess in Daegu. RM here informed us earlier today and they are willing to clear a path for you.”
Jimin snapped his head towards RM. RM looked tensed from the plan slowly turning into a reality in front of him. Maybe he wasn’t used to it? Afterall, members of their circle assigned to different regions rarely get to see violence.
“RM-ssi,” Jimin called out quietly. He wasn’t done with his mind game. “What can you do for me there?”
RM looked him in the eye and quickly regretted it. Jimin’s eyes are now forming crescents from smiling at him. He looked pleased with himself but RM can’t ignore the madness in Jimin’s face.
“Jungkook and I can mislead the police so they won’t flock the area. They’ve been tracing the movements of our people and we’ve been trying to mislead them for weeks now: giving them false leads to follow. They can’t let go of the correct lead though because they found sachets of cocaine in one of the abandoned warehouses. We came here to ask permission to sacrifice some of the products to completely throw them off.” RM explained.
“You went a long way. So dedicated.” Jimin almost whispered and glanced quickly at Jungkook who had been eyeing him quietly. “I won’t be able to use any gun if there are police in the area. I’ll need a ride though. Can you drive?” he asked Jungkook.
“Like a pro-racer.” the youngster answered. Jimin bit the bottom of his lips, amused at this boy’s audacity.
Jimin turned his head on Taehyung who now looks more calm that Jimin is about to handle this mess. It is not everyday that a mess this big happens. Taehyung is used to his people working discreetly and precisely. “Can I take Jin hyung with me? I’ll need a sniper. Just in case.” he asked.
Taehyung sighed and nodded to his request. It is starting to get on his nerves that his best officers are being pulled for a traitor’s stupid fault. “Jimin-ah.” he called. “I want Woohyung alive and not yet numb, okay?”
If Jimin’s smile can get wider, it did. He let out a quiet humorless laugh and pursed his lips. “Your wish is my command Taehyung-ah.” he said and stood up. He addressed RM and Jungkook. “We leave in two hours.”
Suga tapped his fingers on the table. “There is no rush Jimin-ssi. You still reek of alcohol.” He fondly looked at Jimin who is now halfway out of the room.
“I won’t get a speeding ticket, if that’s what you’re worried about.” he scoffed. “Contact Jin hyung for me.”
Suga scoffed back but picked up his phone to dial Jin’s number.
“So,” Taehyung started. “You better get ready. Jimin doesn’t like it slow.” For the first time since RM and Jungkook met him, he smiled. He suddenly looked innocent and child-like. This is finally going to be settled today and Jimin will be bringing him a game by the end of the day. “Suga will give you what you need.”
Taehyung stood up to leave and placed his hands in his pockets as he went.
Jimin walked ahead of their four-member team, plus Suga, to the garage above the parking floors. He was carrying a black duffle bag while securing his intercom. He was in his pants, boots, turtleneck and a leather jacket, all black to maximize concealment in the dark. He shifted his shirt a little, uncomfortable with the thin bulletproof vest Suga insisted he wear. He ran his fingers along his silver hair again and looked back to his colleagues.
Jin is in an all black attire too. He carried a huge sniper gun case strapped around him and was laughing with Suga. Jin is their best sniper, lethal and deadly but playful all at the same time. How he managed to stay this happy when snipers usually get PTSD from their kills fascinates Jimin a lot. Jin had sniped a lot, deployed more than he was therefore has more kills under his belt than he did.
Jimin then looked at RM who was staring at the floor with clenched jaws. He looked nervous. He was wearing a black shirt underneath his thick bulletproof vest. Maybe the fact that he had to wear a vest scared him a little.
He then glanced at the man called Jungkook, also in an all black attire, his hair parted to the side with a few strands falling over his eyes. He looked quite relaxed, lips pressed together and determination in his doe-eyes evident. Jimin admired the way his pants clenched his muscular thighs.
How much time does he spend in the gym?
A small smile played on Jimin’s lips. The kid was just his type. Maybe he can take him home tonight. By the time Jimin looked back at his face, he knew he was caught looking. A small smile played on Jungkook’s lips too and he was bolder when he stared back.
The plan was simple: the traitors to their circle are almost cornered by the police’s intense sweeping of the area. The only warehouse left where the drugs were kept was located on the farthest side of the factory area in Daegu. Their remaining loyal people in Daegu will secure the exits for Jimin leaving him with one entrance and exit. Jin will be stationed close by, the said entry in his sight to shoot out any stray that may try to escape. RM will create a distraction nearby to draw the police in his direction, allowing Jimin more freedom to move. Jungkook will be on the lookout outside the warehouse, waiting for Jimin to finish taking Woohyung from inside and driving them out of the area. Suga will remain in the headquarters to monitor everything. Once Jimin clears the warehouse of people, he will deploy people to reclaim the package and have it returned to Seoul.
Jimin understood that the mission is a purging. No one comes out alive from the warehouse. He’s told Suga to order whoever is still loyal to the circle to leave before he arrives or else they won’t be spared. He hated thinking while working. He preferred to go in and out as fast as he could; as quiet as he could.
Jimin opened the door to a BMW M5 Competition, threw his duffle bag at the back and waited for Jungkook to enter the passenger seat. He quickly glanced at him while he buckled his seatbelt. Jin and RM will ride in another car, the newer guys will drive their escape cars for today. Jeingguk let out a long heavy sigh by the time they hit the road.
“So,” Jimin started. He was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel again. “How long have you been in the circle?” The small smile never left his lips. He was enjoying sitting with the youngster who is starting to look a little bit nervous.
“Two years now.” Jungkook answered as he watched Jimin.
“Still new, huh.” the older remarked. “This your first mission? Are you scared?”
Jungkook cleared his throat. He glanced downwards then back on the road. “No.” he said flatly. He was fascinated by Jimin's beauty. He was domineering and confident. More than that though, he found him too hot to handle. He had to focus on the mission but Jimin is almost too distracting beside him.
“You know, this job we do, it’s not like in the movies.” Jimin said, eyes still on the road. “We can’t afford to be messy. The car chases and big explosions and abundant use of fire weapons… they’re not real. You don’t miraculously live after two gunshots to the body. You live or you die. There is no in between.” he glanced at the youngster who is now staring, jaw-dropped, at him. “Once you come out alive though, you get to cimb higher in the food chain. Is that why you’re here, Jungkook-ssi? To rise on the ranks?”
Jungkook swallowed hard and refocused. He nodded quickly and added, “And for the money.”
Jimin let out a loud laugh. He can’t help himself from looking at Jungkook again. “Yeah, the money is good too.” He remarked. Jimin, like the flirt he was teased, “Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
A smile finally broke out of Jungkook’s face as he relaxed a little. Jimin was hitting on him and he knew that but both chose to stay quiet during the drive.
Jimin wondered what it felt like to be scared to go on a mission. He doesn’t recall a moment where he did. He always liked the thrill, welcomed the idea of dying in the battlefield, but having a drink after a successful mission is what really excites him more. How he’d laugh with Taehyung as they recall the look on the faces of their enemies going down is always something to look forward to. It had been long since he had a mission with his best friend but it’s just how it is now.
Taehyung has risen as the leader of the Behemoth Circle a couple of years ago, the youngest to ever achieve this feat. Taehyung has challenged the previous leader after they discovered that he sold guns to the government. It was too risky for the Circle to be involved in the government’s dirty laundry. They are doing something illegal but they are governed by their own principles: any member must not risk the life of any other member regardless of rank, kill another without just reason, and some other rules that everyone follows. Involving the government in their business was equivalent to putting a death sentence on all of their heads.
The Behemoth Circle deals drugs and supplies the whole country of the expensive powder. They also export the product to parts of Europe and the Middle East. They are an organized drug cartel who spills blood from time to time. Right in the middle of it all are best friends Jimin and Taehyung.
Jimin parked a few blocks from their target warehouse. He turned off the engine and removed his seatbelt. He stared at Jungkook whose eyes are a little watery. He was obviously nervous.
“My little speech scared you.” Jimin stated. “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were running towards.” He was tempted to reach out to the guy. He looked too young just now.
“It’s okay. I appreciate it.” Jungkook said. He was sure things would go just fine. Jimin is Taehyung’s closest confidant for a reason after all. It is widely known in the Circle that a certain Park Jimin helped THE Kim Taehyung climb up the ladder. Rumor has it that without him, Taehyung wouldn’t make it at all. “Look, once we're done…” he started and met Jimin’s gaze. “...maybe we can get a drink together?”
Jimin watched as the younger swallowed a lump on his throat. Jimin bit the bottom of his lip, the smirk returning to his smug face. “Smooth.” He didn’t even have to make an effort. “Are you taking me home later?” he pushed. He hadn’t had his relief afterall.
Panic flushed Jungkook’s face and if there was enough light, Jimin would see his face red.
“We only have one shot at this, Jungkook-ssi.” the youngster recalled being told.
He looked down and thought hard. He didn’t exactly want to sleep with Jimin-- yet. It’s too early for that.
Is this part of being in this drug cartel? Sleeping around?
He lifted his gaze and met Jimin’s. He looked ethereal even in the dark.
Before he can say anything though, Jimin said, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. A drink would be nice enough.”
Jungkook blinked a couple of times, having a hard time to refocus on anything. “I didn’t say that.” he blurted.
Jimin laughed at him. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.” he assured him. “You’re too hot to chase away anyway. I’d let this one go.”
“I’d take you home.” Jungkook firmly said. He broke out to a smug smile. The first time since he arrived in Seoul.
Jimin laughed again. He is enjoying this too much. Either Jungkook is scared to deny him or really whipped for him. “Fine. Take me home.” he said. “Don’t die out here, Jungkook-ssi.”
Jungkook almost laughed. “I won’t.” he said.
He watched Jimin take his duffle bag from the backseat. Jimin took out one thin dagger and stuffed it in a strap wrapped around his thigh. He drew a gun from his waistband and cocked it.
“Jimin-ah, the target is confirmed to be inside the warehouse.” Jungkook heard Suga through his intercom. “Six people went in with him,” he added.
A couple of seconds later, RM spoke, “Police are recalled from the area. They’re ten kilometers away from your spot now.”
“No movement in front of the warehouse.” Jin announced. “We’re clear to proceed.”
“Copy that.” Jimin acknowledged. He winked at Jungkook, a smirk still plastered on his face. “I’m going in.”
Jimin left Jungkook in the car. He looked around and calmly walked towards the warehouse. Jungkook watched him confidently stride away.
This is a murderer breathing in front of me, he thought. I never thought I'd want one for myself.
Jimin looked back at him, a smile still playing along his plump lips.
Shit.
He will be the death of me.
Jimin made quick work of his mission. It wasn't exactly a hard one. He stood in front of the warehouse, pulled out his favorite weapon: a thin dagger he’s been using since he joined the Circle. He was fairly relaxed, breathing even, and Jungkook sounded more nervous than him on the intercom.
“No movement here in the north.” he blurted.
He put a smile on Jimin’s face as the veteran walked into the warehouse, quick on his foot. He can hear people speaking from a short distance- two distinct voices laughing. He peaked at them from the post he was leaning on: three guys, already drunk.
Jimin was very quiet on his movements, almost like he was flying. He ran to the nearest guy to him, dagger in his right hand. In a swift motion, he tilted the guy’s head slightly to the side and drove his dagger just under his collarbone.
Jimin dissociates himself when he is killing. Instead of thinking about the target dying, he reviews his anatomy while delivering lethal stabs. He just hit the guy's subclavian artery precisely going three inches deep in his flesh.
Target will be unconscious for two seconds; death in three and a half. He thought.
“RM-ssi, Jungkook-ssi,” Suga called out. “Are you watching this?”
By this time, the newbies should be watching from a monitor through a feed from Jimin’s body cam.
“Watch the masterpiece that is Jimin-ssi. You will learn a lot from him.” Suga said.
The other two targets were on their feet by the time Jimin let go of the limp body of the first guy. Terror was all over their faces that Jimin isn’t sure if it’s because of his presence or the quick death of their friend.
One. Two. Three. Jimin was already on the second guy, stabbing him on the same point. He turned around and two slashing sounds filled the air. A loud wail echoed throughout the warehouse. Two vertical slashes a few inches above each shoulders are bleeding profusely.
Severing trapezius muscle, disabled shoulder movement. Jimin thought.
“You’re too noisy.” Jimin whispered. He grabbed the wailing boy by the collar. “Which direction is Woohyung in?” he asked.
The boy in pain was breathing hard and crying. He looked into Jimin’s ice-death glare. Members of the Circle knew that being visited by Park Jimin was synonymous to death and no one would not recognize his shiny silver hair. “O-office, to the r-right.” he murmured against the snot running from his nose. He tried to point to the right but his arms wouldn’t move.
Jimin wickedly smiled at him. “Thank you.” he said. “Rest in peace, friend.” He mocked and he heard Jin and Suga laughing from the intercom.
“You’re such an asshole, Jimin-ah.” Jin remarked, still laughing.
Jimin delivered a stab under the right rib cage towards the liver, slightly turning the dagger left to right to maximize the damage. He laughed with his hyungs as he let the guy bleed to death.
Damage to the liver, death in five minutes.
A scuffling from obviously panicked people is evident in the air. Jimin took his time to wipe the blade of his dagger before he secured it by his thigh again. He took out his gun, there was no way those guys won’t pull out theirs.
They were about to face death in the flesh, and death sported silver hair and a pleasing face.
Jimin took out a silencer from his jacket’s inner pocket. “Suga hyung, please deploy the clean-up crew now. It’s about to get loud.” he requested.
“Copy that.” Suga acknowledged. A couple of seconds later, Suga spoke again, “Jungkook-ssi, start your engine. Get close to the exit now.”
“C-copy that.” Jungkook stuttered.
“Jungkook-ssi,” Jimin called. “Do you still want to take me home tonight?” he mocked, a smug smile on his face. He started in the direction of the noise, gun raised.
Jin laughed on the intercom. “Don’t scare him further, Jimin-ah, you asshole.” he said.
Bang!
Thud.
One body down again, the bodycam was pointed towards the dead body. A bullet was lodged in its temple, the guy’s eyes were wide with shock in his death.
“Kill confirmed.” Suga said flatly. They keep count of their kills in the Circle.
Jimin proceeded with more caution now. The area is getting smaller for this chase. “I still did not hear Jungkook’s answer.” he quietly said on the intercom. “Has he gone mute now?”
“I-I’m here.” the youngster finally spoke. He cleared his throat and said firmly, “I’m taking you home, Jimin-ssi.”
Jimin’s face broke into a bigger grin, he threw his head backwards from excitement. “Now I’m horny.” he claimed as he chuckled his way to a small office.
“Flirt later, will you two.” Suga barked.
“The newbie’s just scared to turn him down.” Jin laughed.
“I’m not.” Jungkook firmly said. “Movement in the north. Please confirm if they're friendly.”
“Friendlies.” Suga confirmed. “That’s the clean-up team. A truck should be parked nearby.”
Jimin kicked the small office’s door open. Two shots were fired towards him but they missed. He quickly took cover and fired back. “Woohyung’s friend, I only need your boss. Give him up to me.” Jimin hummed.
He peeked and saw slight movement. Right now he can't confirm who it was. He waited for a couple of seconds for them to retaliate but none came.
They’re frozen scared. He thought.
He came out of his hiding spot and walked forward. “Come out, little one. I don’t bite.” he almost whispered. His voice was sweet and calming, sending goosebumps to whoever heard him.
“I see a target by the window. It’s not Woohyung” Jin announced. “Permission to fire.”
“Granted.” Suga confirmed.
One loud gun shot was heard, too loud for their liking.
Jimin let out a cold evil laugh. “Woohyung-ah, this has been fun but let’s wrap it up.” he mocked.
A scream filled the intercom system and made the other members of the team wince. Woohyung was screaming as he made his final stand against Jimin. He revealed his location, gun pointed at Jimin. He fired but missed. Jimin didn’t even flinch. The same playful smirk on his face as he fired his gun towards Woohyung’s kneecap.
Another wail was heard as Woohyung collapsed.
Gunshot to the kneecap, immediate incapacitation. Won’t kill you unless from blood loss.
“Police are being deployed back to the warehouse.” RM announced. “Moving to extraction point B now.”
“Copy that.” Jimin playfully acknowledged. He took Woohyung by the collar and dragged him out. “Target secured.” he announced back.
“Deploying the clean-up team now.” Suga announced.
Jimin dropped the wailing Woohyung as he desperately held onto his bleeding kneecap. “That’s right,” Jimin mocked him. “Hold onto that, you might die from blood loss. Taehyungie won’t like that.”
Jimin took out a bag of bandages from the inside of his jacket. He can already hear people moving around, cleaning up the bodies while others are lifting the drugs into the truck.
“Five minutes ‘til we move out, team.” Suga told everyone including the clean-up team.
Jimin quickly bandaged Woohyung’s kneecap, tied his hands and feet and gagged him. “Hmmm, that’s cute.” he commented. He lifted Woohyung easily until someone helped him carry him to where Jungkook was parked. He popped the hood open and threw the wailing Woohyung inside. Once the hood was closed, he made sure no blood was dripping from it and he entered the passenger seat. “Suga hyung, we’re out of here.” he announced.
“Copy that. Jin hyung and RM-ssi will be right behind you.”
Jungkook was pale by the time Jimin turned off his mic. He was already pulling out, ready to head back to Seoul. Jimin studied him for a while trying to figure out if he is scared of him or not. He was pale but his eyes were focused, like he’s seen violence before but did not realize Jimin was capable of it. He reached out and Jungkook did not flinch, so he proceeded and turned the youngster’s mic off for him.
“You don’t have to take me home, Jungkook-ssi. I was just playing around.” He told him.
Jungkook glanced at Jimin who was now wiping blood off of his hands. “I-,” he started. “I’m okay. Just surprised.”
Jimin chuckled and ran his fingers along his hair. “You’d think about all that you saw while doing me. It’ll be weird.” he told the youngster.
Jungkook’s gaze was fixed on the road but they were dark. Jimin just needed to figure out from which: lust or fear. “I think it’s hot.” Jungkook quietly said, stutter and nerves completely gone from his voice.
A smoldering smile played on Jimin’s face now. He felt himself get slightly hard. Jungkook glanced at him quickly. Jimin can see lust in his dark gaze.
He'll be the death of me. Jimin thought.