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The sharp ringing of his phone wakes him. “Uugh.” The mafia don grunts as he pressed his right palm against his forehead. Jimin was nauseous, the smallest glint of sunlight pained his sight. To say that he was hungover was an understatement, he practically drowned himself in alcohol last night as images of Jeongguk crying and leaving played in his mind on repeat.
“ Aish. Fuck.” He curses as he fumbles around the bed for his phone. When the device was finally in his grasp, he squinted his right eye open and swipes to answer. “Taehyung.” His voice croaked.
“Sheesh, just how much did you drink?” Taehyung clicked his tongue.
“Just get to the point.” Jimin says as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“The Wooyoung guy wasn’t lying, I came to the location he claimed to be Lee Changwon’s headquarters, and it’s true. They’re loading guns in several small trucks.”
Jimin takes his time kicking the heavy duvet off his body and getting up, “Alright. How many men did you bring?”
“I only brought five.”
“What about Wooyoung’s family?”
“The team already secured them and they’re en route to the pier”
“Good.”
“What should I do about this? Want me to light it up? Oh, I see Lee Changwon. He’s leaving with three of his men. Want me to follow them?”
“No, don’t light it up, I need you to follow their deliveries. They’re only thriving because of the buyers. Shut dealers down and the buyers can easily run to another black market. It’s useless. Find out who the buyers are.” Jimin instructs. “But take one of our men with you and follow Changwon. Have the rest follow the delivery trucks.” He orders.
“Got it.” Taehyung acknowledges.
“Thanks, be careful, and tell them to report to me directly instead of you. It saves time.“ Jimin says before ending the call.
Jimin dials Namjoon, who answers after two rings. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Make sure Wooyoung’s family is escorted safely. You can settle them in a house close to the beach. I heard one of his sons aspires to be a swimmer someday.” Jimin instructs.
“Alright, I’ll do that. Thanks. Anything else?” Namjoon asks.
“Nothing more.”
The line goes silent for a while, then Namjoon speaks up, “Are you alright? I mean.. You and Jeongguk.”
Jimin heaves a sigh, “He left as he should, but.. Fuck, Joon—” Jimin blinks when he felt his eyes welling up, “—he doesn’t deserve this. I don’t deserve him.”
“Hang in there, Jimin-ah. Let’s talk when you come home, alright? Brother to brother.”
─── ✻ ───
─── FLASHBACK ───
“I see.” Jimin says, slowly making his way to the man begging on the floor. The sound of the butterfly knife playing around his hand made the goon shiver. “No, please! I gave you what you a-asked for! He’s going to kill my family if he doesn’t find me!” The sound of the blade cutting through the air stops, and the man looks up to see the blade right between his eyes.
“You want to see them?” Jimin tilts his head.
“Wh–what?” He flinched as Jimin cut through the rope tied around his wrists, freeing them from being bound.
“The armory. I mean, you should at least see what you traded your family for.” Without a word from Jimin, Taehyung grabs the man’s arm and pulls him on his feet.
As they were walking, Jimin asked for his name.
“Wooyoung, sir. Lim Wooyoung.” The man answers. Now that he was not tied up and was able to walk freely, he stuttered less. Something shifted in Taehyung and Jimin that made him a little calm.
Taehyung kept a safe distance from Jimin and Wooyong, who were almost walking side by side.
“How did you end up working for Changwon?” Jimin asked.
“I–I owe him money. I loaned capital from Changwon to put up a restaurant and well..It went bankrupt. Hell, there were even days I had no customers.” He answers, and Jimin only listens.
“Aigoo, no wonder you did such a horrible job trying to tail Jimin. Imagine a cook trying to follow you around.” Taehyung clicks his tongue in amusement, Wooyoung just puts his head down.
Jimin stopped walking, and the other two halted to look at Jimin. Kids and shuttles were running and passing by them. The mafia don clasped his hands behind him. “I will let you live, and I can ensure your reunion with your family on this island, but you have to do something for me first.”
A glint of hope sparks in Wooyoung’s eyes as he gets on his knees, begging Jimin. “I’ll do anything. Please!”
Jimin looks down at him. “Disclose the location of their headquarters, and tell me everything I need to know about Changwon.”
─── PRESENT ───
Jimin stood in front of the mirror as he wore his suit, wincing as the fresh wound on his knuckles brushed against the sleeve.
Jimin’s phone rings again.
“Tae.”
“Sir, the government is the buyer.” He hears from the other line.
Jimin scoffs. Dirty little bastards.
“We’re the team that followed the delivery trucks containing illegal arms. They’re making an exchange and the Commissioner General is here making the exchange himself.”
That’s weird. This transaction is a big one, considering it’s the Commissioner General they’re dealing with, but why was Changwon not closing the deal himself?
“That’s not all, sir. Something’s odd. They’re not paying in cash, they’re paying with drugs.”
Jimin’s eyes widen at the realization that they’re exchanging the confiscated drugs in their custody for illegal firearms.
“Don’t engage. I need you to film the entire exchange and I’ll have Yoongi remotely record from your device just in case something happens.” Jimin instructs.
“Copy that, sir.”
“Be careful, turn your location on to ping Yoongi, and leave if you feel like you’re in danger. I know you’re heavily numbered.” Jimin says.
“Thank you, sir.”
Jimin ends the call and dials Yoongi right away.
“Jimin.”
“One of our men is pinging you for remote recording, Changwon has a transaction with the Commissioner General as we speak.”
“I’m not even surprised.”
“They receive illegal firearms in exchange with drugs in their custody.”
Yoongi sighs, “Got it, I’m recording his phone feed right now.”
“Changwon has bigger fish to fry.” Jimin says as he jogs down the stairs.
“What made you think that?”
Jimin unlocks his car. “This deal with the Commissioner General isn’t a small deal, but he only sent his right hand man.”
“Hm, makes sense; but this is the Commissioner General of South Korea we’re talking about, who else could—”
“I’m getting another phone call, hold on.” Jimin interrupts Yoongi when he hears a beeping sound on his phone.
“Jimin?”
“It’s from Jeongguk.” He says absentmindedly. “I’ll call you when I’m at the docks.” Jimin says before ending the call with Yoongi and answering Jeongguk’s phone call.
As soon as he accepts the phone call, a loud voice resounds, “DON’T YOU DARE COME HERE, HYUNG. YOU HEAR ME?! DON’T FUCKING COME FOR ME!” Jimin’s heart dropped to his stomach, Jeongguk was in danger.
All his blood left his system when he realized that he was the bigger fish Changwon was coming after, and he was using Jeongguk as his bait.
Jimin tries his best to keep calm. Focus. He hissed mentally. “Jeongguk, tell me where you are.”
He hears shuffling on the other line. “Awe, so it’s true. The infamous mafia don really does have an achilles heel.”
“Changwon.” Jimin says through gritted teeth. “If you touch a single hair on him I swear—”
“ Relax .” Changwon drags the word out. “I’ll send you the location, and come alone, Mr. Park. I’d love to do business with you.” He paused. “If I see a single ally of yours, your boy dies.”
“JIMIN!! IF YOU COME HERE, WE’RE OVER!! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE—” He hears Jeongguk yell before the line goes out.
─── ✻ ───
Jeongguk spat blood as he winced in pain. He was tied up on the chair.
Changwon circles around Jeongguk. He had one of his men have a little punching practice on the latter.
“Certainly he didn’t take my word for it, right?” The smuggler scoffs as he bent down to match Jeongguk’s eye level. “He doesn’t actually think I won’t hurt you, that would be too boring for me, wouldn’t it?” He takes Jeongguk’s chin between his fingers.
“You’re a handsome little fellow. I get him.” He says, but Jeongguk keeps his mouth shut while his eyes glare into Changwon’s. “Didn’t you guys get into a fight? You ran out of his estate crying. Should we hurt him back a little?”
Jeongguk spits blood on Changwon’s face, the latter flinching at the contact.
“Aish.” He curses in disgust, face contorting. “You little bitch!” He says as he swings his fist across Jeongguk’s cheek.
He grips Jeongguk’s jaw, “Don’t test my patience, boy.”
Changwon tilts his head and smirks, “Should I just kill you? Park wouldn’t know.” He stands upright. “And when he gets here, I’ll kill him too.”
“Tell me, boy, do you think he can save you?” He shoves his hands in his pocket. “Park doesn’t have a single scar in his body. He’s always surrounded by his men.” Changwon says, and Jeongguk knew it was the truth, Jimin didn’t have a single scar in his body.
“His father had always protected him, made sure his son didn’t have to be exposed to this world. He’s coming alone, boy, and that kid doesn’t know how to fight. Without his men, Park Jimin can’t make it out alive.” He laughs sinisterly.
What Changwon doesn’t notice is that behind him, his men dropped cold on the ground one by one.
Park Jimin is one of a kind. The reason why Jimin didn’t have a scar was not because he was afraid of violence or that he hadn't fought a single fight in his life.
The word spreading among the mobs, gangs, and syndicate was that Jimin didn’t know how to fight, which is why his father had always surrounded his son with security, with men fighting on his behalf. ‘A spoiled little wimp’ was what they called Jimin.
Unfortunately for them, that was far from the truth.
Because the reason why Jimin didn’t have a single scar on his body is this—he was simply untouchable.
Many have tried and failed, but Jimin wouldn’t even spare one life. He refused to let anyone live to tell the tale.
Jimin didn’t even give his enemies the opportunity to tremble.
From his peripheral vision, Jeongguk sees Jimin walk behind Changwon so casually, and eerily relaxed.
Jimin had an ill-omened look in his eyes; his hands and clothes stained with the blood of Changwon’s men.
“You don’t understand, do you?” Jimin spoke with his head hung low, and Jeongguk sees the expression on Changwon’s face change into fear in a split second before turning back to face Jimin.
It was only then that the smuggler saw the bodies of his men on the floor. Words were caught in his throat, and he felt paralyzed.
Jimin slowly raises his head to lock his vision on Changwon. The mafia don plays with his butterfly knife before he lets the tip of the blade touch the space between the smuggler’s collarbones.
The mafia don took his time drawing a straight line from the dip of Changwon’s neck to the spot right under his tongue.
Jimin tilts his head. “Sending my men was mercy.”
The next thing Changwon felt was the blade piercing through his tongue. He screams and cries in pain as Jimin violently pulls the blade out before skillfully slitting the back of the smuggler’s knee.
Changwon falls on the floor helplessly, writhing in pain and bathing in his own blood.
Jimin cuts the rope restraining Jeongguk before dropping the butterfly knife on the ground, his head hanging low..
Then, Jimin dropped to his knees before Jeongguk; and when he finally looks up, Jeongguk sees the tears rolling down Jimin’s cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let him touch you.” Jimin manages to say, his eyes exploring Jeongguk’s bruised and bleeding face.
Jeongguk softly cups Jimin’s cheek between his palms. Jimin’s eyes looked at him as if he broke Jeongguk.
“I swore not to let anyone hurt you, but I fucked up. I fucked up.” Jimin cries.
Jeongguk says nothing, instead, he guides Jimin’s face close to him and kisses him softly.
“I’m here, hyung. I’m alive. I’m with you. You have me.” Jeongguk whispers.
When Namjoon arrived with his men, everything was over.
Jeongguk lost consciousness not long after, with his head resting on Jimin’s shoulders.
─── ✻ ───
A month later, Jimin and Jeongguk were drinking champagne on the Yacht. They were watching the news from their bed.
They watched as the camera panned on the Commissioner General walking out with handcuffs. Jimin released the video of the illegal arms and drugs deal. Jeongguk submitted an anonymous article to the papers about the police mishandling of items in custody, particularly drugs.
“You’re a journalist’s dream.” Jeongguk comments as he looks up at Jimin. The younger one was laying on Jimin’s chest before he leaned up to kiss the other on the neck. They were skin to skin under the sheets. The couple were on a little honeymoon away from Seoul and the Island.
“Oh really? Why do you say so?” Jimin raised his eyebrows teasingly.
“Because you know everything and everyone like the back of your hand. You have great values but your means are interesting—”
Jimin laughs at his choice of word.
“Interesting, huh.”
“You know what I mean.” Jeongguk says before shifting his position. He was now on top, with his elbows on either side of the mafia don. Jimin happily sinks below him.
“I didn’t understand it at first, the violence. I didn’t believe in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; but somehow, you made it work.” The journalist continues, dipping down to kiss Jimin on the lips softly.
“Hmm.” Jimin hums when Jeongguk pulls away to look the former in the eye again. His eyes were full of pride.
“Now it all makes sense, when they say in order to have peace there must first be chaos.” The younger one continues before peppering light kisses on Jimin’s cheeks, jaw, and neck, paying closer attention to the marks he’d left earlier.
He stops again.
“And the island, wow. When you introduced me to the island, I understood why your legacy is called an empire. It’s basically a whole new country! Namjoon should run for President—”
“Bun.” Jimin interrupts, biting his lip.
Jeongguk’s doe eyes meet him again, anticipating Jimin’s next words.
“Can you please just kiss me and talk later?” Jimin smirks, legs wrapping around Jeongguk’s lower back.
The younger one surges in for a kiss, his left arm scooping Jimin up the bed such that both of them were on their knees.
“Ride me.” Jeongguk orders.
“You don’t have to tell me.” Jimin smirks, fingers tangled up Jeongguk’s hair as he slotted himself on the younger’s strong thighs.
Then, Jimin’s phone rings. Jeongguk grunts into Jimin’s neck. “What bad timiiing.” He whines.
Jimin laughs as he climbs off Jeongguk and answers his phone.
“Yoongi.”
“Sorry to disturb your little honeymoon, lovebirds, but a syndicate just robbed a bank.”
Jeongguk hears it over the speakers. “Hyung.” He calls out to Jimin, who turns his attention to the younger one.
“Give them hell for interrupting us.”
Jimin smirks.
“And sure, for robbing the bank too.” Jeongguk smiles.
Jimin and Jeongguk were a team now. The young journalist made the mafia don swear to never keep secrets from him, because vulnerability is strength. When you know what makes you weak, you know how to protect it; they were each other’s weakness and strength.
Holiness can never conquer the sinful—only a greater evil can.
So together, they tailored chaos to birth peace.
FIN.