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This chapter was edited by my dearest metaphorical mother AugustD_Kookie Thanks a lot. Ilysm.

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Surrounded by screens and wires and keyboards, Taehyung immersed himself in the unfinished business, while his boyfriend took his most deserved nap. Zooming in and out of camera footages, pulling out maps of several locations, marking different coordinates, Taehyung was under an unknown spell, when suddenly . . .

Bang. . Bang.

"Holy Shit. I swear to Gods if Yoon is back. . " Taehyung gasped as he walked to the door and swung it open, still not  completely out of shock, only to reveal the dark haired man with his bunny smile.

"What the fuck Kook! You scared me. Why did you have to bang it that loud?" Taehyung said with his hand clasped over his heart.

"Some assassin you are, if you are scared so easily." Jungkook giggled at Taehyung's state, while walking into The Studio.

"Shut up, bitch." Taehyung mumbled to which the younger one let out a hearty laugh.

"What's going on? I was told, there's someone new in The Art Room." Jungkook asked after composing himself, as his eyes took in the elder's state.

"You look awful." Jungkook added.Disheveled hair, bags under the eyes, his leather jacket had a few blood stains. He wasn't in his usual state where he looked like a supermodel straight out of an international magazine.

Taehyung and Jungkook basically grew up together. When Yoongi brought Taehyung, Jungkook was only 10 years old and had only started his training to fit into this ruthless world. They trained together - guns, computers, and close combat. They were soon best friends and partners in crime.

Even after Jungkook decided to move to the States to study medicine while Tae stayed back, their bond stayed ever strong. They'd always call or Skype, regardless the time difference.

So now looking at the torn state of his best friend, Jungkook could reckon, things weren't as simple as some usual goons fight or drug deal gone wrong. It was greater.

"Lee stole the package for the States. We captured his step brother. But that slut won't speak. Yoongi's been awake all night scanning the security footages from harbor to warehouse. So far no good has come." Taehyung spoke, his fingers pinching the bride of his nose.

"So the step brother, huh? What's the name? Tell me about him before I meet him." Jungkook spoke as he made his way to the bean bag and plopped onto it.

"Park Jimin. Age 26. Owns the infamous strip club Lie. The star, ultra protected prostitute aka The Doll of Lees. A very cunning human who uses his charms and body to trick and achieve anything. Also there are death records of people he fucked with, reason unknown. In short a whore with the top security. Can you believe it!" Taehyung spoke in a tone of disgust.

Jungkook poked his tongue to the inside of his cheeks as he took in the information. He did not understand why Taehyung sounded so disgusted, nor did he like it. No one was a saint here. But he wasn't gonna comment.

"Can I have a picture?" He asked instead. He knew the boy's face was probably not the same by now.

"Whatever you want." Taehyung lazily muttered and clicked a few keys and a face popped up on the biggest screen.

A beautiful face. Dirty blonde hair styled to expose the forehead, golden skin, a grecian nose, sharp jawline, a crooked teeth, above all his eyes, his eyes shining bright like a full moon in the night.

"A doll really. He knows and uses it for his benefit. Be careful Kook. You already look enchanted." Taehyung snorted at the dazed face of Jungkook.

"He's just a human Tae. And I'll do my job indifferently." Jungkook replied somewhat irritated at Taehyung and stood up to leave.

"Take care. I just don't want you hurt."

"I know."

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"Hey Skull, what's the status in there?" Jungkook jutted his chin and asked the guard standing outside the Art Room.

"Little master." Skull bowed before answering, "Fox used knucks. Dislocated the jaw." Jungkook hummed, "Open it."

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Jungkook stepped into the room. In the middle, sat the unconscious boy. He looked nothing like the photo anymore. He had bleeding swollen cheeks and lips, purple eyes.

Jungkook walked closer to the boy. Not happy at what he was looking at. He never liked being here. Never liked being a Mafia family. He was always happier to treat patients in his clinic. Genuine patients with actual problems. Not someone beaten up and then patched to be beaten again. But he loved his Joonie hyung and Jinnie hyung too much to deny whenever his presence was requested.

So there he stood, examining the wounds of one Park Jimin. Cuts on the cheeks, but not too deep, no stitches required. The jaw indeed dislocated. A bump at the back of the head. Also a few puncture wounds on the wrist. "Drugs. Not often, but administered." Jungkook thought to himself as he opened and placed his kits on the chair.

He only thought it logical to clean the cuts before correcting the jaw, to save him a little pain. He cleaned the wounds with alcohol and applied antiseptic to them before putting on a few bandaids. He knew there was no use but still. Then he grabbed the boy's jaw tightly and snapped it back.

The pain and jerk of the skull made Jimin come back to consciousness. Lonely tears ran down his swollen cheeks, the pain was ripping through Jimin's skull in waves, traveling from his head through his entire body, making his bones rattle. Jimin took small breaths, trying to fight back the nauseating feeling that swirled inside his stomach. He wasn't used to pain, the pain was something he had never experienced before, gut wrenching and body splitting in half. Yet, he knew he had to recover. He had to fight all his urges and not give up to the feeling of drifting off back to sleep. He closed his eyes, composing himself, and when he opened his eyes, they were dark, cold.

Jungkook shuddered at the icy stare. He felt as if Jimin could dive inside his being, open his chest and take his heart out. Still, there was something immensely broken in the boy. A crack of a soul he saw glimpse of before the boy closed his eyes.

"Fuck was that." Jimin screamed but immediately regretted it as he felt the sting of his cheeks and throat. He looked up to find the handsome guy standing in front of him.

Long dark hair sleeked back with an undercut, big doe eyes, beautiful skin, tall buff body. His crisp blue shirt sleeve rolled up to forearm, displaying his tattoos.

"And who are you sweetheart? Fox sent you to beat me more? But let me tell you a secret. I just know how to give good heads, nothing else. Wanna try?" Jimin smirked.

Jungkook smiled at Jimin, "Nah, I'm just here to patch you up. Where else do you feel pain? Are you nauseous? I'm Jungkook by the way"

"My dick hurts, Jungkook." Jimin said seductively, biting his lower lips.Jungkook rolled his eyes as he put aside his kit and sat on the pink and purple chair. Only Jungkook was allowed to sit on that chair though, anyone else would be dead meat.

Jungkook rolled closer to Jimin and leaned with elbows on his knees. "Tell me about you."

"I already did, didn't I? I give good heads. Test me. You could also have the entire package if you'd be kind enough to untie me. I'll even let you have it rough." Jimin winked, trying his way to get out of the situation.

Jungkook sighed at Jimin's antics. "He really thinks seducing can get him out, doesn't he!" Jungkook thought to himself.

"I'll tell you something important, Jimin ssi. It is unlikely that you'll get out of here alive, honestly. But if you give them the information now, maybe Fox will show you some mercy and give you a painless death." Jungkook said in a sad tone, while looking at his feet.

Jimin laughed at Jungkook's words. "They all died. Hyung killed them. What makes you think y'all will survive? Hyung will come. But I'll keep Fox to myself." Jimin's eyes shone with a sinister glint which of course Jungkook noticed. Jungkook narrowed his eyes trying to decipher the boy in front of him. He decided to ask Namjoon to allow him to visit Jimin as long as he was held. Jimin was interesting, off - but interesting nonetheless.

"Jimin ssi, I'll pray that you survive this." Junkook stood up, picking up his kits from the floor and walked out of the room. His mind revolving around the mystery that is Park Jimin.

PARK JIMIN.

𝙰/𝙽𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙺𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚃, 𝚈'𝙰𝙻𝙻. 𝙻𝙼𝙰𝙾.𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴. 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵.