A/N: â¼ï¸ If you cringe or are affected in any way by violence, I advise you to skip this chapter. This might be an exaggeration but I am not talking about a fight at the bar that's bloody, but actually mafia kinda violence. â¼ï¸
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"Where are we going?" you dare to ask, breaking the tense silence that envelops the car.
Jungkook remains silent, his focus fixed on the road ahead, his expression unreadable. He is in a whole different than you are.
After what feels like an eternity, the car pulls up in a part of Busan you don't recognizeâa place that feels distinctly unsafe, filled with shady characters and an air of danger. Jungkook strides out of the car with purpose, drawing the attention of everyone around. It's clear you've entered a rough neighborhood.
He comes around to your side of the car, gripping your hand tightly as he pulls you into an old textile shop without explanation.
"Jeon Jungkook." A middle-aged man stands behind the counter, his posture relaxed but a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he eyes Jungkook.
"Long time no see. Who's the unlucky man to face your wrath today?" He directs the question at Jungkook, but his gaze shifts to you, sizing you up.
"I need your help again," Jungkook responds, pulling out his phone to show the CCTV footage to the man. "Get me a list of anyone you think this might be," he demands.
The man's eyes flicker between you and the woman in the video figuring you two are the same people, before he nods thoughtfully. "I have a few names in mind." Retrieving a notepad, he quickly jots down several names and addresses.
Jungkook waits patiently, his jaw clenched in determination as he watches the man scribble down the details.
"Here," the man hands the list to Jungkook. His voice is casual, almost routine. "Need anything else?"
Jungkook pockets the list and fixes his gaze on the man. "Yes, I need to borrow a tool from youâa heavy-duty piler."
A knowing look passes between the two men, a silent understanding of the piler's intended use. The man smirks slightly, a gleam of recognition in his eyes. "It's been a while," he remarks with a mix of amusement and anticipation.
"Here you go," he says, retrieving the tool from behind the counter and handing it over.
"Thanks, I'll return it soon," Jungkook replies, gripping your arm a bit more firmly as he turns to leave.
"Ya! Jungkook!" The man calls out, causing Jungkook to pause. The man leans casually against the counter, arms spread, his smirk widening. "She's the one, isn't she?"
Jungkook holds the man's gaze for a long moment, his expression unreadable yet intense. Without a word, he gives a slight nod, confirming the man's suspicion.
"Makes sense," the man chuckles softly as Jungkook leads you out of the shop, the heavy-duty piler tucked in his pocket.
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"Jungkook, I really don't feel good about this," you protest, but he doesn't slow his pace. His focus is unyielding as he approaches a rundown apartment complex, his grip on your arm tight.
Ignoring your discomfort, he bangs forcefully on a dingy door. The man who answers is disheveled, reeking of smoke and irritation.
"What do you wantâ" he begins gruffly, but his tone shifts to alarm when he recognizes Jungkook. He attempts to slam the door shut, but Jungkook wedges his foot in the doorway and yanks the man back out to face him.
"Was he the one from last night?" Jungkook's voice is dangerously low, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
You are taken off guard figuring out his intention but a second later you focus on his demand. You strain to remember, knowing you only caught a glimpse of the assailant's eyes. The fear and confusion make it difficult to be certain.
"Can you say something, please?" you urge the man, hoping his voice might trigger a memory.
"Just let me go, I swear it wasn't me!" the man pleads, his voice trembling with fear.
It's not the voice from that night. You shake your head gently at Jungkook, "It's not him."
Without a word, Jungkook shoves the man back into his apartment with such force the door rattles on its hinges. He grabs your hand, pulling you along as he storms down the hallway to the next location on his list. Your heart pounds with the rapid pace of the night.
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Jungkook places his hand on your back and directs you to the front of him to get a better view of you to watch over, especially after entering a shadier area. The area reeks of alcohol and the murmur of illicit activities hangs heavy in the air. It's late afternoon, and the setting sun casts long shadows, adding a grim pallor to the scene.
As you reach a particular door, Jungkook doesn't bother with subtlety; he pounds on the door with a fury that seems to have grown rather than diminished over the course of the day. His other hand blocks the peephole, ensuring the person inside can't identify who's outside.
A voice laced with irritation booms from within, "Who the hell is it at this time of the day?"
The man's voiceâa harsh, gravelly toneâhits you like a wave. It's familiar, too familiar, and a chill runs down your spine. Instinctively, your hand grips around Jungkook's arm.
His head snaps toward you, an unspoken understanding in his eyes. He prepares himself to execute what is driving his rage.
As the door swings open, the man's irritated gaze meets yours, and a jolt of recognition shoots through you. Memories of the previous night's terror flash before your eyes as you lock stares. Realizing the situation, the man attempts a quick retreat, lunging to slam the door shut and make his escape through a back window.
Jungkook's reflexes are quicker. He shoves the door open with such force that it rebounds off the wall and strikes the man, sending him stumbling backward to the floor.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jungkook's voice is cold, his eyes glinting with a predatory intensity. He hauls the man up by his collar and unleashes a flurry of punches. The man, though caught off guard, manages to land a solid hit on Jungkook's jaw, drawing blood. Jungkook pauses briefly, touching the blood on his lip, his expression turning more ferocious.
Fueled by rage, he resumes the assault with increased brutality. You stand just outside the doorway, paralyzed by the violence unfolding before you.
Finally, the man crumples under the weight of Jungkook's relentless blows. Breathing heavily, Jungkook drags him over to you, his look questioning. In a moment of fright and confirmation, you nod weakly, affirming this was the man from last night.
Seeing your nod, a grim satisfaction settles over Jungkook's features. He hauls the defeated man back into the apartment and throws him to the floor with a resonant thud. The man groans in pain, sprawled across his own living room floor, while Jungkook stands over him, chest heaving.
Jungkook gestures for you to approach, his expression grave. Hesitantly, you move towards him, feeling the heavy air suffused with tension. He grasps your arm gently, positioning you in front of the battered man gasping on the floor.
"Turn around," he instructs firmly. Understanding his intention to shield you from the forthcoming brutality, you comply without a word, facing the wall.
Behind you, the man's muffled groans escalate as Jungkook secures him, the sound of ropes tightening filling the room.
"Where's Ahn Bohyun?" Jungkook's voice is icy, measured.
"I don't know," the man retorts defiantly, his voice laced with pain and defiance.
Jungkook's patience wanes. "Are you sure?," "This is your last chance to avoid the kind of pain you've never known" he warns, the ominous clinking of gun echoing in the cramped space.
"What are you going to do? Shoot me?" the man scoffs derisively. "Go ahead."
A chuckle escapes Jungkook, cold and devoid of humor. "You think I'd resort to something as quick as a bullet for someone who dared assault Kim Seokjin's sister right under his nose?" he replies, his tone chilling.
"Who are you? His hitman?" the man spits back, his voice raspy with fear and defiance.
Jungkook's response is a grim silence as he prepares his next move. His actions speaking louder than any words could. With grim determination, he retrieves the pair of heavy-duty pliers from his pocket.
The man's demeanor shifts from defiance to panic. "What are you doing? STOP! WHY DO YOU HAVE THOSE?" His voice escalates into a frantic plea.
"I'll count to three," Jungkook states calmly, yet there's a chilling edge to his tone. He positions one of the man's fingers between the plier's merciless teeth. "Where is Ahn Bohyun?"
"I swear, I don't knowâ" the man begins, his voice laced with desperation.
Before he can finish, a horrifying screech pierces the air, filled with excruciating pain. The chilling sound of bone and sinew giving way under the force of the piler fills the room, followed by the man's continuos agonized curses.
"You bastard!" he cries out, his voice breaking.
The growing brutality of the moment sends shivers down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as tears well in your eyes from the sheer intensity of the scene.
Jungkook's voice is unyielding as he delivers a grim ultimatum. "These were the fingers you dared lay on Y/N. You will not need them anymore," he states with chilling finality.
"I am so fucking-so fucking sorry for assaulting her and I promise I don't know where Ahn Bohyun is. I've only spoken to over the phone-"
The man's agonizing screams grow louder as Jungkook works the piler again, not once but thrice in three quick motions.
"Try again," Jungkook commands, his tone icy.
"Jungkook, stop," you plead, your voice breaking amidst quiet sobs.
"WHERE IS HE?" Jungkook's shout echoes through the room, making you jump.
"I swear, I don't know where Bohyun is!" the man cries out, desperation clear in his voice.
"He called me two nights ago, warning me to make sure you stopped looking for him. I've only ever received cash left anonymously at my doorstep."
"Who orchestrated the attack on Y/N?" Jungkook demands, his voice sharp as a blade.
"It was my idea," the man confesses, pain and fear mingling in his voice. "I wanted to stir up some chaos. After researching who mattered most to Kim Seokjin, Y/N seemed the perfect target, especially given her past with Ahn Bohyun. I thought it would impress the boss, but when I informed him last night, he was just as furious as you. I was just packing up to flee."
The room falls silent, the gravity of the man's admission hanging heavily in the air.
"So, it was your idea?" Jungkook confirmed, his voice deadly calm.
"Yes," the man confessed, his voice shaking.
Jungkook took a deep breath, dropping the piler to the ground. The sound echoed through the room, filling the silence with a sense of finality.
"Y/N," Jungkook called your name softly.
Your heart plummeted hearing your name being called, dread filling every inch of your being.
"Come here," he ordered.
"I don't want to," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut.
"It's time for your lesson, Y/N. Get here," Jungkook's voice was casual, his eyes still fixed on the man.
"I SAID GET HERE, Y/N!" Jungkook yelled, his voice reverberating through the small apartment. You flinched and immediately obeyed, your feet moving on their own accord.
You walked over to Jungkook, avoiding the sight of the man on the floor. You felt Jungkook's presence beside you.
"Load your gun," Jungkook ordered, settling on the couch and leaning back, his legs crossed.
"No, please, no! I told you everything I knew!" The man begged, his voice trembling with fear.
"Good girl," Jungkook praised as you finished loading the gun. "Now go to him and shove it in his mouth," he commanded.
Your eyes widened in horror. "I can't," you whispered, shaking your head as your body trembled.
"Yes, you can," Jungkook said firmly. "Remember last night? You did so well at the shooting range. It's just as easy. Now go and do it before I get mad, okay?" His tone was condescending, treating you like a child.
You knew he wouldn't accept no for an answer. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face the man. As soon as you met his petrified eyes, your hands started shaking uncontrollably. You walked closer, your heart pounding in your chest. Leaning in front of him, you struggled to steady your trembling jaw.
The man's eyes were filled with terror, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew what was coming, and the anticipation was killing him.
"Do it," Jungkook's voice was a low growl, his eyes boring into you.
With a shaky hand, you raised the gun, pressing it against the man's lips. He whimpered, his body shaking with fear.
"Push it in," Jungkook instructed, his voice icy. "Make him feel the same terror you felt last night."
Your hand trembled violently, but you did as he said, pushing the gun into the man's mouth. He gagged, tears streaming down his face.
"Good," Jungkook said softly. "Now, look at me."
You turned your head, meeting Jungkook's intense gaze. His eyes were filled with a mixture of anger and something elseâsomething that looked almost like pride.
"Remember this feeling," he said. "Remember how it feels to have power over someone who hurt you"
Tears streamed down your face, but you nodded, understanding the harsh lesson he was teaching you. Jungkook's methods were brutal, but in this moment, you realized he was trying to prepare you for the harsh realities of their world you chose to be in.
"Now send him to hell," Jungkook's voice was a cold command.
Those words made the hair on your body reach for the sky. Your hands were sweating profusely as you struggled to hold against that heavy metal. Your jaw trembled as you looked into the man's eyes, his own jaw trembling and body shivering in fear. He shook his head, his eyes silently begging for mercy
"I'm going to count to three, Y/N. If you don't pull the trigger by then, I'll make you use the pliers," Jungkook said.
Your eyes widened in horror at the thought. Your heart pounded in your chest, each second feeling like an eternity.
"One,"
"Two,"
Your breath hitched, and with a sudden burst of determination, you closed your eyes and pulled the trigger. The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed in your ears, and you heard the man's body hit the ground with a thud. The gun slipped from your hands, clattering to the floor.Jungkook, who had been watching from behind, clenched his jaw as his eyes softened. He hadn't wanted to push you to this point, but he needed to break through your stubbornness.
"If only you had called me last night, you could have avoided this," he said, his voice tinged with no regrets.
"Next time you are stubborn and chose to deal with things like this on your own, be prepared to finish it by yourself as well"
You turned to face him, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Welcome to my world, Y/N,"
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A/N:
1. I am not a psychopath.
2. I happen to watch a lot of romantic horrors and criminal documentaries.
3. I freaked myself out writing this.
4. Maybe I'm being dramatic and it wasn't that good.
5. Goodnight <3