As it had been for two days now Taehyung was woken up by a horrible itching sensation, one so strong that it was enough to make his skin crawl. It was the kind of sensation that was impossible to ignore because it felt like his skin was shifting, like there were bugs nestled away inside the wrapping of his bandage scuttling all over his shoulder. Or maybe even beneath his skin instead, roaming away under the surface with his veins and muscles. Underneath the hideous itching however was an ache that he was at a loss trying to figure out where it was coming from. His shoulder, his neck, even his head all seemed to be likely sources and to top it off he had a headache too. There didn't seem to be a single part of his body that wasn't aching in some way and sometimes when the pain got too much Taehyung was almost certain that he was dying slowly.

Over the duration of the first day, hidden in Kang's opium den, Taehyung had not felt extreme pain but rather just a great discomfort. But upon being moved into the back of a car and transported across the capital to the docks, he had discovered just how bad pain could really get. The boat ride yesterday that had lasted much too long and had rendered him incapacitated by periods of tears or complete unconsciousness during the countless hours. Taehyung had never felt anything close to it for even the morphine had done little to help him, had been unable to quell the severe sea sickness that he had been struck by. Jungkook had attempted to get him to eat during the journey but it had been a wasted attempt. Between the pain and the shifting sensation of the waves Taehyung hadn't been able to do much more than drink water, which had sloshed around his stomach and had made him feel even more nauseous. The younger man had told him that he had needed food, had needed to try and fight the pain, but he had been much too weak to try anything. A few times Taehyung had thought that he would have pissed Jungkook off with his behaviour and yet he hadn't. The other man had just fallen silent upon hearing his pained whines and had left the cabin for a little while until he had fallen silent again. Lying on the bed in the private cabin, crying and sweating, Taehyung had been convinced that he was going to die from that point onward.

But that wasn't what death felt like, sadly this was what surviving felt like.

Right now he could feel that he was lying on a bed but it wasn't the one in the boat. He wasn't entirely certain but he thought that that was the case. He could feel no swaying underneath him and he seemed to recall getting off the boat at some point. That part was strange, was a hazy mess of thoughts and sounds that he struggled to decipher for he hadn't really been conscious at the time. A part of him was hoping that what he had experienced might just have been a fever, a fever that had broken over the duration of the day. Right now his skin still felt rather warm but at least he wasn't burning and he hoped that that was a good sign.

Taehyung stuck his tongue out to try and wet his lips but the act seemed rather impossible because it was just as dry. He ended up pulling his tongue back into his mouth and opening his eyes instead. It took him a few seconds to realise that he was scratching and pulling at the bandages. He quickly pulled his hand away from the bandages before he risked doing any damage and he felt his elbow connecting with something: a body from what he could tell. Whoever it was made a startled noise as they were rudely woken up too. That was a sign that his hazy mind was correct: he was back at the penthouse suite even if he wasn't entirely certain how that had happened.

"What time is it?" Taehyung croaked in confusion, seeing that the suite was currently dark, the sun only just starting to rise. He had lost over an entire day to his fuzzy and pain-addled brain and he knew that catching up was going to be a challenge.

"Mmm, 5am," a voice mumbled from beside him, heavy with sleep. It took him a moment to figure out that it was Jimin that had spoken and so he turned his head to look, seeing a hint of his face from his current angle and nothing more than that.

"...Sorry, go back to sleep," he replied as he shifted on the mattress, the movement causing a sharp jolt of pain to course up his shoulder to the very backs of his teeth. "I duh-didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's...k, you were due a dosage two hours ago," Jimin explained as he sat upright and stretched with a series of wonderful grunts. Taehyung was highly jealous of how easily he could move for the idea of moving his good arm enough to touch his own nose seemed impossible. The other man leaned over to turn the lamp on the dresser on, causing a sudden glow of orange light to cast over the bed. The brightness made Taehyung squint, aching head hurting even more if that was possible. Jimin got off the bed to get supplies without another word and he heard him rummaging around what he thought was the kitchen. It would have taken too much effort and time to lift his head and check. Jimin returned a minute later with a small box and nothing but a pair of latex gloves on.

"What a way to wake up, huh?" Taehyung asked sarcastically as he sat down on the bed beside him and opened the white plastic box up. The strong scent of antiseptic floated from it and his nose twitched. "Wake up and get fucking doped up."

"It's been more than eight hours since your last dose," he replied as he reached over to undo the safety pin. "That's good, baby, you're doing good." Taehyung thought about Yoongi's jibe about him being a junkie and he bit down on his inner lip hard.

Jimin removed the bandage with confidence, fingers quickly unrolling it so that he could get to the stitches underneath. He proceeded to clean and check his shoulder, pressing down around the area with his fingers. Just yesterday he had been hesitant and clearly scared of touching him and yet today, after Yoongi's assistance, he seemed more than capable of caring for him. In the ceiling mirror Taehyung could still see how hideous the wound was, the black sutures in his flesh and the deep pinkness around it. God it looked absolutely horrendous and be briefly wondered if that was what Hoseok's stomach had looked like after the surgery for his stab wounds before pushing the thought away. Jimin cleaned his skin without a single care for the sight of his ruined shoulder, wiping away the trickles of discharge without even a slight grimace and rather gently moving his arm to avoid causing him too much discomfort.

"It looks good to me," Jimin remarked. "No signs of any infections. Yoongi told me to leave the bandages off for a few hours so I'll do so now."

"Leave 'em off?"

"Yes, to stop the area getting moist around the stitches. Whilst you're awake I don't need to worry about you disturbing them, I can cover them during the night again instead," Jimin explained, "so don't pick at them." He finished cleaning his skin and then turned his attention back to the box. Out came the syringe, in which he slipped a fresh needle head. Then he was pulling a tourniquet free and placing it down on his lap before collecting the vial of morphine that Yoongi had brought with him. Jimin lifted it up and stuck the needle in, carefully watching the liquid fill up to the exact CC before pulling it free again. "I'll have to start lowering the dosage today, OK?" Jimin said as he slipped a rubberised tourniquet up his arm. The kind that drug-addicts used. "Just two shots, one now and one tonight."

"Two?" Taehyung asked in surprise before realising how...desperate he sounded. How hungry. "Oh...OK."

"It will be healed up soon," Jimin said as he lightly tapped his inner elbow and waited for a vein to start coming to the surface. "You won't even need this anymore, right? This horrible junk just like Yoongi said."

Taehyung thought about the agony he had been in yesterday on the boat and he didn't reply to his words. The idea of going through that much pain again was something that he couldn't ever imagine willingly agreeing to. It was neither Jimin nor Yoongi's call to make and yet it seemed that they had both struck up an agreement of some kind whilst he had been unconscious. He watched the other man checking that the syringe was free of air and felt rather disgusted by the fact he couldn't wait for him to dope him up on the morphine.

Jimin grabbed hold of his forearm just below his elbow tightly so that he could angle his arm and slip the needle in. Taehyung felt the slight sting and then the other man pressed his thumb down on the pusher and injected him. The heat bloomed almost instantly and spread through his body in wonderful waves, dragging him back down to bliss.

"Shit, Jimin," he sighed as he rolled his head back on the pillows and the other man slipped the needle free. "Shit, it feels so good."

"I'm sure it does, baby." Jimin slipped the tourniquet down, and snapped the needle free of the syringe. He collected it all together: the used needle and soiled pads, and they went into a ziplock bag which was disposed of in a discreet trash disposal chute in the kitchen. Then he came back over to the bed and started putting the supplies away in the box. Taehyung watched him do so intently, as if the very act was fascinating. When he was done he closed the box over and placed it on the dresser before turning on his heel to cross the suite. The sound of running water filled the air and after a minute or two the other man reappeared.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Jimin said as he helped him get off the bed. Taehyung was guided across the suite to the ground-floor bathroom with his assistance and he saw that a bath had already been drawn up for him. There were no bubbles floating on the surface but the water was a milky lilac and scented from salts. "I'll make sure to avoid your shoulder."

"Thank...thank you, Jimin," Taehyung said as he helped him undress and get into the tub. The water was scorching hot and for a few seconds it almost burnt but then his aching muscles started to loosen up and it actually felt good.

"Just lie back and let me do all of the work."

Jimin washed his hair with the gentleness Taehyung would have expected from his mother, fingers not snagging in his hair once as he cleaned the shampoo suds away, head angled to the side to stop any of the soapy water running down onto his naked shoulder. Then he moved onto his skin, lathering wash between his palms. Taehyung had to admit that finally having his skin washed clean after nearly three days was a blessing and it did make him feel better even though he was mostly numb. Had he have been able to he would have done it himself but he couldn't. The only thing that he could do was wash his face, brush his teeth and use the toilet, using only arm arm of course. All strenuous activity was out of his current abilities.

"Better?" Jimin asked him as he rubbed his damp hair dry for him. Taehyung nodded at him and from under the ends of the towel he saw that ever present smile on his lips, just like always.

As soon as he was cleaned up Taehyung was escorted back to the bed and lowered back into a lying position. At that point the morphine had taken over so much that he really didn't want to move and rather just lie in bed all day. It was a bad habit to get into because he knew that he couldn't get used to it, but after the last few days he thought that he had earned a day in bed.

"How long was I out for?" Taehyung asked as Jimin smoothed his damp hair back off his brow for him. He explained that it had been maybe nine hours since he had fallen unconscious from the shot that Yoongi had given him. "Has Jungkook returned yet?"

"No, he's still working. But let's not think about work. You haven't had any food in so long, I'll make you something, yes?" Jimin shifted along to the bottom of the bed, dragging himself along the sheets until he could get upright. He collected his bathrobe from the floor as he did, bending down and showcasing almost obscene amounts of his ass. Taehyung tried to not stare but it was rather hard. It felt wrong staring but considering everything that they had both been through it was rather ridiculous. "Anything you want, baby, I'll make it. And if I can't make it I'll buy it and have it delivered."

"Uh..." Jimin shrugged the bathrobe on but didn't bother pulling the belt closed, rather just leaving it open. "Food, uh..." Taehyung glanced across the suite for a moment before looking back at him. "I dunno, I can't really think about food right now." He was telling the truth too, for even though it was must have been nearly forty-eight hours since he had last eaten he didn't really feel hungry. Probably the result of the morphine.

"Breakfast? Rice and quail omelette? I know how to make it really good. Or dinner, I can make you-"

"Uh, breakfast sounds good."

"I can make that no problem, baby," Jimin said with that same sweet smile of his as he crossed the suite to get to the kitchen area. "Just lie back and relax, I've got this."

Listening to Jimin humming under his breath as he moved around the kitchen was a rather surreal experience. It reminded him of that morning that he had woken up to Jungkook preparing breakfast, back before he had been shot in the shoulder and had almost died. It was the kind of morning that would be a dream, a wonderful dream and yet it was reality. That was what was confusing him right now. When Taehyung rolled his head to look at him he saw that he was already making the food, washing the rice through whilst he continued humming a random tune under his breath. Jimin had a nice tone to his voice, sweet and rather high-pitched unlike Jungkook's husky tone.

Taehyung shifted to try and get into something close to a sitting position, struggling to do so. It took way too much effort to do so but when he was done at least he didn't have to move again for some time. His shoulder didn't hurt even when he had to move it several times because the morphine was still strong enough to numb the pain. The thick mountain of pillows were wonderful against his back and he watched Jimin moving around the kitchen because there was little else for him to do. It was funny, watching him crack eggs with one hand and whisk away with surety; showcasing a talent of his that he had never seen before.

Jimin knew how to edit documents to find low-level hidden information. He had a great memory for names and places, enough to be very helpful. He could also fuck men like no other, a fantastic talent but no doubt the least important of them all. Yet Taehyung knew if he told him he was smart, if he was talented, that he would rapidly deny it. Whether it be an overwhelming urge to act modest or crippling insecurity he wasn't sure, he just knew that he would do so. Any man in Haedogje Pa would brag about their mediocre talents to impress Jungkook and yet Jimin seemed to very much keep his talents hidden or pretend that they were minor. It was strange, but Taehyung supposed that spending most of his life as a sex slave might have been a reason why. Nam wouldn't have exactly have sold him out on his fantastic domestic abilities, that much was certain.

"As soon as I can move, I'll make you breakfast," Taehyung called with a smile.

"Maybe I want peaches for breakfast?" Jimin joked as he poured the batter into a pan. "Peaches and cream?"

"You can have that, you can have whatever you want," Taehyung replied, repeating his words back at him on purpose. "You deserve it for all of this, Jimin."

"What? For taking care of you?" Jimin asked as he grabbed a spatula from a utensil holder. It was strange hearing those words with their actual meaning for once, rather a cover-up for murder or sexual acts. Taking care of his injury and his health, taking care of him like a true friend, or lover or family member would. "Baby, I don't deserve anything for doing that. What kind of person would I be to care for you only for a reward?"

But Jimin didn't have to do any of this. He didn't and Taehyung knew that. He might not be Haedogje Pa, be a heartless son of a bitch, but he didn't have to nurse him back to health like he was a child. That meant something to him. It was a sign of just how good a person that Jimin really was. He could have called in a maid to do so, like the service that came by to clean the apartment from top to bottom biweekly. He could have refused to spend his personal time cleaning and caring for him because he had warned Jungkook to avoid going to Singapore and could have used him as ammunition to prove his point. But Jimin hadn't done any of that. He had asked for a little assistance from Yoongi to ensure that he wouldn't make a mistake and then he had taken to the nursing role to perfection.

Really, the longer that Taehyung thought about it, Jimin was too good a person considering his circumstances. He had the right to be harsh and uncaring after what he had been through and yet he wasn't. He was nurturing, supportive and still so very sweet. Jimin was far too good for someone like Jungkook, and also too good for a man like him too.

Taehyung wasn't a good man anymore.

It took Jimin several minutes to prepare the food, moving from the open stove to the rice machine in turn; pressing buttons, chopping vegetables up and flipping the omelette. Perhaps sensing that there was no meat on offer Wangbi didn't shift from the bottom of the bed where she was warming his feet with her body. Jimin placed the dishes and glass on the tray and carried it over to him. Breakfast in bed, and it had only taken getting shot to earn such a privilege. The other man lightly placed it down on his lap and then moved to sit on the bed beside him, balancing his weight on one wrist so that he could grab the spoon off the tray. Taehyung eyed the meal in front of him: the creamy-looking omelette with the brightly coloured chunks of peppers, the bowl of rice and two glasses filled with orange juice and murky water he just knew was the Keflex medication. He lifted the water up and drained it just to get it over with and that was when his empty stomach finally decided to start gurgling.

"Open wide, baby," Jimin said as he got a mound of sticky rice onto the spoon and held it up to him. There was a smile on his face, a rather warm and happy smile, and Taehyung briefly wondered if this level of care-giving was new to him or not. Would Jungkook be the type to allow him to feed him in bed like this? The obvious answer seemed to be no, that Jungkook would likely want to feed him instead because that was much more his style. But the younger man did like being called 'slut' and being dominated sometimes, so perhaps he also liked the idea of being babied?

"I'm not a baby," Taehyung said around the rice, cheeking it as he did. Jimin reached up to wipe a small blob away from his mouth and then stuck his thumb in his own mouth to suck the sticky rice clean. "Don't talk to me like one."

"Mmm, sure you're not, baby ," Jimin retorted as he put the spoon down and grab the chopsticks instead to break up a chunk of the omelette. "Not at all..." He lifted the chunk up for him to sample and Taehyung accepted it to find that it did indeed taste as good as it looked. "Wangbi will get jealous hearing me talk to you like that, won't you, princess?" Wangbi twitched her ears at this, eyes half-lidded and tail softly curling up. "She's so spoilt, just like me." He offered him a wide smile at this, seemingly amused by his own joke. Was it a joke, or was it perhaps a rather self-deprecating jibe? Taehyung really wasn't at all sure.

"Jimin, what's Jungkook doing right now?" Taehyung asked as he collected the chopsticks from his fingers and grabbed another chunk of the omelette to lift it up for him. Jimin hesitated before accepting it from his chopsticks.

"Not sure," he replied as he started chewing the mouthful. "He's been dealing with business matters since yesterday. I haven't even seen him, just talked to him on the phone for a few minutes. I think that he's going to see Bae today. Or at least that's what I assume."

Bae Goohee, the most terrifying motherfucker in the whole of Haedogje Pa. Just hearing the name was enough to make Taehyung's skin almost crawl and he thought of Lim. Lim and his cheekbone scar. It took him a lot more effort than usual to swallow the mouthful of omelette. His fingers twitched and the chopsticks snapped together with a soft clicking sound, luckily not falling out of his hand. That might have looked rather strange, him showing such a level of fear towards a man that he had never met before. But Taehyung thought that any Haedogje Pa man with a working danger radar would also be fucking terrified of the man. Was Jimin? Had Jimin ever met Bae like he had met Kim Jinwoo?

"Bae? Are you sure that Jungkook's seeing him today?"

"Mmm," Jimin nodded as he got another mound of rice on the spoon. Judging from his rather calm expression he wasn't at all affected by talking about the other man. Not like him, for Taehyung would could feel his heart going a little too fast in his chest. "He needs to sort out the urgent matter from Singapore still, and Bae supplies weapons. He's fiercely loyal to daddy dearest and Kookie so he's a formidable ally. No one can get guns into this country without him knowing about it, his dealers track every and any possible firearm." He held the spoon up to him and Taehyung didn't really need to open his mouth for him because it was already hanging wide open. "No one will pull a gun on you two in Seoul, they wouldn't be stupid enough to do so after what happened last time."

"So...so Bae's gonna regulate the trade?" Taehyung asked around the mouthful of rice. Jimin nodded at this but his expression didn't look very certain as he pulled the chopsticks out of his hand again. "OK, that makes sense but I think that the men that attacked us were Chinese, maybe hired in China or even Singapore. Could be any other country in the region too. Not hard at all to find a dozen or so Chinese men. A few of 'em were certainly talking Mandarin and-" he accepted another mouthful of omelette, "I don't think Bae can do anything about that."

"Don't underestimate that man," Jimin said, accepting rice off him because he hovered the spoon in front of his mouth. Taehyung was glad of it because he couldn't recall when the other man had last eaten. "Bae is like a bloodhound, baby. He's ruthless."

"He's fucking terrifying," he muttered in agreement.

Jimin might have made breakfast just for him but he ended up sharing quite a lot of it because Taehyung didn't feel as hungry as he had earlier. Likely it was the result of the morphine, he didn't really know. There was a high chance that it was all of the talk of Bae that had destroyed his appetite. What he did know was that seeing Jimin eat was pleasing in its own way. Looking at the other man's face he saw that he must have been having a rough time because under his eyes there was a lightly bruised discolouration that signaled little sleep. Taehyung could only imagine how scared he must have been, locked up in this apartment block whilst they had been trapped in Singapore for all of that time: a startling parallel between both of their situations. But now they were both here, both safe, so Jimin didn't have to worry his pretty little head anymore. As soon as the last mouthful had been swallowed, not even a slight scrap left save for a few sticky grains of rice stuck to the sides of the bowl, Jimin lowered the tray down onto the floor.

"I'll clean up later, I would much rather just curl up in bed right now. What about you?" Taehyung made a noise in agreement as he lay back down on the mattress and tried to get comfortable. Jimin nestled down beside him and he made sure to not knock his injured shoulder, an easy feat seeing as he had his arm stretched out across the mattress to keep the muscle relaxed. "Mmm," Jimin purred as he drew himself that much closer to him, arms tightening and legs tangling around his under the covers. "We can just lie here like this if you want, baby, no need to do anything all day long."

"I still feel like I need to do something, work," Taehyung replied as he turned his head to look at him. "But I'm not in my room, I can't access my computer. I just don't like lying here doing nothing, knowing that I could be working to help sort out all of that shit."

"Well...there is something but," Jimin lifted his head off the pillow. "Once you're done we can snuggle, yes?" Taehyung confirmed this with a nod and so the other man sat upright and then got onto his knees. "Just give me a minute and shush," Jimin pressed his finger to his lips, "don't tell Kookie."

"Don't tell him what?" Taehyung asked, but he was just given a wink in reply as Jimin crossed the suite in the direction of the stairs. He went up them at a brisk pace and along the balcony, visible through the glass safety rail. It looked like he had just entered Jungkook's office, something that he was certain he was not allowed to do. Taehyung just waited to see what the hell was going on and after a minute or so he was walking along the balcony and heading back down the stairs with something in his arms. A large black object that was unmistakably a laptop, the wire of the charger dangling down loosely to his knees as he moved over to the bed.

"Jimin, is that...that Jungkook's personal laptop?"

"Not personal no, a secondary laptop. He uses his computer mostly but he likes having everything backed-up just in case."

"I dunno if I should touch this I-"

"It's OK," Jimin explained as he placed the laptop down on his lap. "There's no hard drive, it runs off RAM. Kookie diverted it to boot up on RAM so you can't save files but you can still access the database." Taehyung studied the laptop screen, brow furrowed in confusion. This level of modification meant something, something very interesting, something that he was going to have to find out. "That's what you need it for, yes?"

"Yeah but...why's there no hard drive?" Jimin shifted to plug the wire into the machine and then got off the bed. The black laptop wire snaked across the bed covers, running along the floor to the plug socket where he stuck it in.

"Kookie has maybe...five hard drives?" Jimin said as he settled back down beside him, head rubbing against his good shoulder as he studied the black screen. Taehyung watched the loading bar moving along the bottom of the screen, fat white bar moving along at a rather slow speed. "All of them have different things on them: data, receipts, things like that."

"...Aren't those things on the database?" Taehyung turned his head to look at him just as the black screen turned bright blue. His nose and lips brushed against his hair, his hair that still faintly smelled fresh and floral.

"No, not at all," Jimin said as one arm wrapped around his lower back. "Don't put everything on the database, that's very very silly." The laptop made a loud starting up noise, a musical chime. "If someone hacks your database then they get everything, right? Set up the database, have all of the basic information and links for quick reference, just don't have the hardcore proof there to be stolen from right under your nose. Keep that hidden and safe."

Taehyung could only stare at the top of his head in dumb confusion, at the lightly tousled black locks. Jungkook had hard drives? Hard drives full of information that wasn't on the databases, as in information that might just connect back to him? The kind of information that could legitimately result in enough charges to result in arrest warrants? Jesus-fucking-Christ. Taehyung could feel a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach just thinking about it all; a stirring that was a mixture of nerves and excitement.

"So yes, you can look at the database." Jimin snuggled up against him and then reached over with his free hand to type the password in. Taehyung tried to watch his fingers but they moved way too fast for him to keep track of, the keys tapping loudly in the quiet of the room. "You just can't save anything onto the laptop but that's good for working with, right?"

When it loaded up properly Jimin finally stopped snuggling against him and instead moved to lie down on the bed. Taehyung watched him roll onto his back, hair spreading across the pillows and covers shifted down past his thighs. His bathrobe was mostly open, showcasing his smooth golden skin. A very distracting sight. Then he turned back to the laptop to stare at the screen. What exactly had he been planning on doing again? He had had a plan but then Jimin had caused him to forget it by mentioning the hard drives. After some thought he settled on loading up the database and doing the usual; looking up men just so that he had something to do.

Seng had nothing more than a simple entry to his name. He had been the custodial owner of The Gold Monkey for Jeon since 1988, back when the leader would have been just eighteen years of age. The man had nothing to his name to other than countless years of servitude and now he was dead. So who was the next custodial owner? Well, no matter what Taehyung searched on the database he found nothing. Maybe that was one of the issues that Jungkook was currently attempt to correct? Whatever, the casino wasn't an urgent matter for him right now so that could wait.

Taehyung hit the entries and searched for Bae, finding nothing more than he didn't know already. The man dealt with firearms, he was a loyal and highly ranked member of Haedogje Pa: the strongest general under Jeon and to be under Jungkook. There was no dirt to be had on the man at all, for if anything Bae cleaned up all messes that got remotely close to him. Sometimes those messes were monetary, sometimes they were men; he cleaned them up regardless. Taehyung hoped to never have to meet the man for the sake of his life. He might just drop dead of a heart attack if he did. Bae was important, that much was clear but he was also one of the only men in Haedogje Pa whose loyalty Taehyung wouldn't even attempt to question. He knew that the man wouldn't betray either Jeon or Jungkook and so he wasn't really important enough to require an in-depth study.

On the bed beside him Jimin had fallen into a light nap, the sound of his breathing soft and soothing. Taehyung glanced over to see that his eyes were mostly closed over but not fully, lips slightly parted and a few locks of hair messily strewn across his brow. He reached over to brush it back for him and then turned back to his laptop. Who next? Who else was left for him to search right now, with the limited knowledge that he currently possessed?

Of course there was very little-to-no information on Kim Jinwoo. He had expected this but it still irritated him greatly knowing that he couldn't have it the easy way for once. After taking a bullet he thought he deserved a break. Yet there was nothing. Jinwoo clearly knew how to keep all of his messes far enough away from himself to not be held accountable. Any man that took the fall did so of his own volition. That meant that he was going to have to visit Seokjin at some point and attempt to get information from him properly this time. Taehyung realised that he hadn't even looked up Ahn Kangho yet despite the man being dead for quite some time. So he did so, but as he had also expected he could find nothing that could directly link him to Jinwoo except his last words. The testimony of a dead man was not the most reliable but he had nothing else.

Only Lee Yoochun had slipped up and been spotted in the wrong locations, the strongest link that he had to a planned rebellion organised by the other young heir. But would Lee be another dead end when they finally managed to get their hands on him? Would his dying words link them to another man in the chain or would they hit a wall in their attempt at pinning Kim Jinwoo in place and lose him? Time would tell, and in that time they needed to get Lee Yoochun in their possession.

Just thinking about it all was enough to make his head spin and Taehyung suddenly felt tired. He reached up with his good arm to rub at his eyes and then decided to stop searching. In his current state he couldn't try and get any information in person so there was little point in doing this. He hit the power button and watched the laptop shutting down, the blue screen darkening to black as the sound of the whirring fan stopped turning and plunged the suite into temporary silence.

"Mmm, did you find what you were looking for?" Jimin asked in a sleepy voice as he shifted beside him. The covers rustled softly from his movements. "Did you get any work done?"

"Uh, not much," Taehyung replied as he closed the laptop over. "I couldn't really concentrate with my fucking shoulder, y'know?"

"Does it hurt bad, baby?" Jimin asked in a quiet voice, reaching up to stroke his bare back. His touch was almost electric, made a wonderful shiver travel down his spine. It had been mostly an exaggeration. His shoulder didn't feel as bad as it had yesterday, the lingering remains of the morphine shot numbing most of the dull ache in his shoulder and head.

"No, I can handle it right now. It's OK," Taehyung said as closed his eyes and mentally traced Jimin's fingers all along his spine. "I think I just need to lie down."

"Come on, plenty of room for two," the other man said as he shifted to sit upright and gently lowered him back onto the mattress. Jimin burrowed against him, cheek pressed against his chest and legs once again tangled within his. The position allowed Taehyung to reach up and stroke his hair. He was so warm, so warm and soft that he still had a hard time believing that another human could feel so pleasant. "No more work for you, baby. Just take it nice and easy." Jimin started lightly running his fingers along his bare ribs, touch almost ticklish.

"Did Min leave after helping up yesterday?" he asked in a quiet voice as he studied their reflection in the mirror. At this question Jimin's fingers ceased their stroking, not exactly freezing but something close to it.

"...No, he stayed for a little while," Jimin replied in a quiet voice, fingers once again resuming their stroking. "I asked him to show me a few things, so I could treat you. Also I bought him some food as a thank you, but after that he left. It was...late evening, I think? You were out for most of the day so I'm not surprised that you can't remember much."

"Oh? Everything was alright?" Taehyung asked. "He just taught you how to give injections, nothing else?" He had sensed slight hesitation in Jimin's reply and he knew that he could get him to talk if he prodded around a little more. It was rather mean but he had heard that second or two pause before his reply and he wanted to know why. The other man made a soft noise in agreement. "So, you didn't take advantage of the free joints he had with him?"

"He...Tae, if I talk to you do you promise to not tell a single soul?"

Jimin shifted to look at him, rolling onto his stomach and propping his chin on his chest. Taehyung lifted his head to hold his gaze, seeing a rather nervous look in the other man's eyes. So he placed a hand on the back of his head, lightly stroking his hair to try and let him know that it was okay.

"I promise I won't tell anyone, not even Jeon himself," Taehyung said in a soft voice. At his promise Jimin seemed to finally take a breath and let it out again in a soft sigh. "You can tell me, Jimin, I wouldn't ever betray you, yeah?"

"Yoongi promised to take care of me, you know, if something bad happens," Jimin explained in a quiet voice. "Should anything happen to you and Master Jeon, he said that he would make sure that I'm safe because...because bad shit might happen to me. We all know what happens to the spoils of war, yes?"

In his mind Taehyung thought a great many hideous things: of Jimin being dragged out of this very suite by a gang of men, kicking and screaming; of restraints and the boots of cars; of simple concrete buildings that disguised the fact that they were hiding brothels inside. Even the cold hard press of the muzzle of a gun came to mind, a sensation that Taehyung knew intimately. Of course if anything happened to them then Jimin was fucked, figuratively and very possibly literally. He was stuck here in this massive palace-like apartment block, a veritable target for absolutely any Haedogje Pa man to claim. He could be turned into another bitch, forced back into sexual slavery or even executed. There could be rape, torture, constant abuse. Just thinking about it all made him involuntarily tighten his fingers in his hair.

"It got me thinking about it all, you know? About what happened in Singapore and it stirred up a lot of bad memories for me. I got upset so he stayed in the suite with me, to make sure I was OK. Nothing happened," Jimin blurted out in an almost panicky tone. "I didn't...didn't entertain him or anything I swear-"

"Jimin, I don't care if you did or you didn't," Taehyung spoke over him. "You do whatever the fuck you want with your body, yeah?"

"...I told you, I like him," Jimin explained in that same quiet voice. "I just like talking to him because he listens to me, he really listens to me. Yoongi is like me too, I didn't know it at first but he is because didn't choose this life, he was born into it. I didn't choose this either, I didn't sell myself." He studied his face but Jimin didn't hold his gaze, rather he just stared at his bandages instead. "Tae, why would you choose to have a life like this?"

Taehyung could only stare at him for a few seconds, silent and unblinking as his question sank in. It was enough to leave him dumb and he had to scrabble to give him an answer. It was personal, very personal, and it seemed to delve much deeper than his question that day in the department store.

"I told you," he replied as he moved his gaze back to look up at the ceiling mirror. "I fucked up in high school, made a lot of stupid mistakes that got me here. I chose this but I didn't have a lot of choices."

"Mmm," Jimin placed his head back down on his chest and his fingers carried on stroking along his ribs. "There's very little point in regretting the past, yes?"

"But I'll keep you safe, Jimin, for as long as I can I'll keep you safe and protect you too," Taehyung promised as he conveniently changed the focus of the conversation. "I can get you outta this too, if you need me to. I can get you out."

"...What do you mean by that?" the other man asked in confusion. "What do you mean by 'out'?"

"If you need me to get you out, I can ," he repeated, "I can get you outta danger. I made you a promise to not tell anyone what you told me, so you need to promise me that you won't tell anyone what I just said, OK?" There was no reply, just silence. Jimin was staring at him with a hard to read expression and Taehyung felt a brief wave of discomfort wash over him. "Jimin, you need to promise me right now," he repeated in a sterner tone, almost close to an order.

"...OK, OK I promise," he said in a whisper as he placed his head back down on his chest. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Not even Jungkook?" Taehyung asked as he studied him. After a few seconds Jimin moved so that he could roll his head back and look up at him.

"I don't tell him anything," he said in a surprisingly flat voice. "You don't need to worry, baby."

The car pulled up at the lot and Jungkook turned his head to look out of the window. The warehouse was just a few feet away, a large building made of red brick with metal shutters instead of entrance doors. All along the very tops of the walls there were windows to allow light inside but there were no ground-floor windows of course. Not that there was much light to bleed into the warehouse. A quick glance up at the sky showed a steel grey overcast, heavy banks of clouds covering it so that only the occasional hint of the white sky was visible. It looked like a gloomy day, miserable, but it was far from it. Today was a great day for business and inside, under some slight anxiousness, Jungkook felt fucking fantastic. It had been quite some time since he had felt this level of unbridled enthusiasm and he knew exactly why he was so excited.

"I think a storm is coming," he remarked in a low voice as he pulled his eyes away from the window to look at the driver-seat. "What do you think, Yang?"

"Yes, Master Jeon, I think tonight there will be rain. Perhaps even a storm," his driver replied, eyes lifting to study him in the rear-view mirror.

"Mmm, how very fitting."

In the lot Jungkook could see multiple other cars, all of them glossy black like tar. The car in question that belonged to Bae was the only Jaguar F Type parked in the lot, a sleek and streamlined car. It was a true beauty, looked almost alive with those smooth curves and cat-eye headlights. He could see a hood ornament on it, one that was most certainly not regulation. The chrome figure was shaped like a pistol, custom-made and gleaming in the current sunlight breaking through the thick bank of clouds. How very...enticing. Jungkook ran his eyes over the car before reaching inside his suit jacket to collect his phone. He unlocked it with his thumb and located his father's number, holding the device against his ear. There was a series of dial tones and then his father answered him with a clipped "hello?".

"I'm at the warehouse in Jongno-gu," Jungkook explained down the line. "I have everything prepared that I need. Do you require me to make any inquiries on your behalf?"

"I do not have any currently," his father replied. "But I do require contact as soon as the meeting is finished. I know that you would have done so anyway, but a reminder is always useful."

"Of course I would have, this meeting is very important. I think that Bae can be of a great assistance to us, but I have a feeling that he might reveal some...unsavoury facts." Jungkook paused for a few seconds before continuing to talk. "Facts about certain men that we would rather not have to learn about."

" If by unsavoury you are referring to the possibilities of this being Kim Jinwoo's doing then I am already aware, " his father announced as the familiar sound of his leather armchair creaking sounded down the line. " Your man raised such a claim to me when you were in Singapore. " Jungkook glanced back out of the window to run his eyes over the lot again, just to have something to study whilst he listened. " The question isn't about the possibilities any more, it's about the solution to this problem. "

"I have a solution, in fact I have two. I'm sure you will find faults with both," Jungkook replied with a wide smile that his father couldn't even see. "Do you want to hear the details or would you rather not? It's pretty unsavoury too."

"... So long as the problem is corrected I care not for the solution, " his father said after a moment of thought. It wasn't exactly complete approval but it was better than nothing and good enough for him. " I trusted Kim to raise his son to understand respect, loyalty and order but it would seem that my trust was ill placed. Clearly I put too much trust in him, he was only good as a business partner it would seem and not a friend. "

"Jinwoo knows the Bible from cover to cover but not to fuck with our family," Jungkook agreed before laughing softly under his breath. "He's spent too long in church that he's forgotten about reality. How very sad. I suppose the one thing he learnt was about wrath and now the dumb fuck will get to experience it first hand. The wrath of God has got nothing on me, daddy."

" Go see Bae, report back as requested ," his father instructed down the line. " Find out absolutely everything you can about what happened that night in The Gold Monkey casino, I want answers. "

Jungkook ended the call with his goodbyes before shoving the phone into his jacket pocket again. He stayed in place for a moment, going over his plan in his head to make sure that he knew exactly how to drive the meeting. The car fell silent, not even the slightest sound coming through the closed windows. From the front he could sense Yang's gaze on him, reflected in the rear-view mirror. Then he reached over to grab the handle and push the door open, climbing out of the backseat. His shoe soles crunched on the dry and gritty tarmac of the lot and he slammed the door shut behind him without a care. Jungkook walked across the lot in a quick pace, eager to get inside and sort this problem once and for all. There were two men standing on the door of the warehouse and upon seeing him enter they hunkered down to grab the shutter handle and wrench it up for him. There were no greetings, just knowing nods. The interior of the warehouse was exactly like every other warehouse that he had entered in the past. Concrete flooring, walls and ceiling save for a window built into the roof; light and dusty grey.

At the very back of the room he saw another door, which would led deeper into the warehouse and to the storage area. The main focus in the room were the two armchairs set up close to the centre, one that Goohee was already sitting in. Deep brown leather, clearly set up specifically for this meeting. Good, he didn't want to have to stand for the duration. But that wasn't the only thing of notice. Up on the metal walkways that ran along the walls he could see quite a few men, Bae's men of course. All armed, all there for security purposes. How reassuring.

"Master Jeon."

Bae Goohee was an intimidating man, that much was obvious upon first glance. Jungkook wasn't scared of him but he knew that he needed to stay on his toes around him. He was probably the only one of his father's men that he had a liking for, for the very purpose of him being so ruthless and unsettling. No other Haedogje Pa man came close and Goohee wasn't even outwardly threatening. He wasn't a man with a booming voice, with tendencies to slam his fists down on things and throw glasses at people. He was rather calm and collected, spoke in a low voice. But there was just something that came off him in waves that seemed to scream 'dead inside' that terrified most men.

Not like Min, Crazy Min who would have smashed up an entire room if someone had given him a look that he hadn't liked. But Crazy Min hadn't scared him in the slightest, for even as a child Jungkook had known that it was the result of drugs and nothing more than that. Min had been dangerous because he hadn't been in control but Goohee was. Goohee was so in control he was almost like a machine, running on perfectly input commands. Even when he had a knife pressed against another man's throat he didn't blink, didn't so much as break out into a sweat after kicking the shit out of someone.

Jungkook very much wanted to reach that level. It was a personal achievement of his to become as effortlessly intimidating and unflinching as Goohee. Now if only he could stop getting aroused during acts of violence that might just help. If not well...he could settle for second best.

"I hope that we can settle this business matter swiftly and cleanly," Goohee said as he shifted to get to his feet and give him a curt bow.

"Of course we can," Jungkook said in agreement as he studied the older man. "You're the best man for the job. Please be seated." Goohee sat back down in his seat and he moved around the back of the chair to sit down facing him. The leather was firm beneath him, didn't even creak from his weight as he settled down in his seat. "You have all of my trust."

Jungkook took a moment to study the other man before speaking. Over the decade that he had known him Goohee hadn't changed much. He still had his hair clipped down to a near skinhead length, a rippling scar visible behind one ear that stretched to the back of his head; the result of a car crash rather than a physical attack. When Jungkook had been but a child Goohee had been tall and strong, strong enough to lift him up on one arm alone, him dangling from his bicep like a baby monkey. Now, ten years down the line he hadn't lost any of that strength. There was no sight of fat, no loosened jowls and pudginess to replace hard muscle. Goohee looked like a man barely pushing thirty when he was several years over forty. There were barely any wrinkles visible on his face, no laughter lines present. That was of no surprise to him.

"It's been too long, Bae," Jungkook said to break the momentary silence.

"It has, Master Jeon, but arguably that's a good thing," Goohee replied. "Not seeing me often means that you've had two whole years trouble-free until recently. I almost regret the fact that we have to meet like this today, knowing that some son of a bitch has decided to disturb the peace."

"More like sons ," he corrected as he reached down to pluck a crease out of the knee of his suit. "If it were one man alone, a lone wolf, I wouldn't have troubled you with such affairs. But already I've dealt with one man alone and discovered there to be a great many more."

"It's fearful times for a great many men now, Master Jeon," Goohee said with a soft nod. "Stirring at a pit of vipers, a few of them are bound to rise up and try and strike. Sadly for them they have very short necks."

"Most of them, but there are a few with necks as long as a fucking sermon," Jungkook retorted. "I want all of them snapped. That's why I'm here today, I want you to help me decide which necks to snap first."

"I believe that you have something to show me?" Goohee asked as he shifted in his seat. "Something that needs identifying first?"

"I do. Do you know what this came from?" Jungkook asked as he reached into his jacket pocket to collect something. The steel of the bullet was cold against his skin, the exact same one that had been removed from Taehyung's shoulder. He held it between his thumb and forefinger for a moment, seeing Goohee's eyes latch onto it. Then he tossed it at him and the man caught it effortlessly and lifted it up for study.

"10mm Auto, likely came from a Glock," Goohee remarked as he turned it in the light and studied it. "I sure as hell don't deal with Glocks and nor do my men, I highly doubt that the the guns were supplied from anyone within Haedogje Pa unless they were an overseas investment." Jungkook could barely keep a smug grin off his face just listening to the man talk. Goddamn Goohee was a true businessman, knew his trade and his stock better than anyone else. If only there were more men like him. "Which I think they very much were."

"Oh yes?"

"Yes, I have a man that received an order just...six days ago precisely for a cache of firearms. Wanted submachine guns but would settle for automatics now," Goohee shifted in his seat, "you know what my thoughts on assault rifles and submachine guns are."

"Fucking useless," Jungkook said with a disgusted head shake.

"Our men don't need submachine guns, we're not fighting on the front lines of a war. So when someone requests an order for not only one submachine gun, but twelve ..." Goohee paused and lifted both hands in an effortless shrug. "I've got to track that request back to the source."

"As any good businessman would do."

"Of course, I have receipts for every processed order but I also like to keep tabs on requests, just to be certain," Goohee said as he tossed the bullet back at him. Jungkook slipped it back into his inner pocket for safekeeping before fixing the lapel of his jacket. "Sadly I hit a problem in tracing the source but my men are working on it. We know it came from Seoul, but tracing the number has proven hard. Probably made on a disposable phone for the very purpose of not being tracked. But you have something better than a request for weapons. You mentioned there being a submachine gun present at the casino, do you have any idea what make it could have been? Such knowledge could greatly aid our speculating."

"I believe it was an Uzi, though I couldn't name the exact model. I couldn't possibly mistake it for anything other than an Uzi, those guns are fucking hideous. The pistol grip is just..." Jungkook saw Goohee's lips lifting at the corners in a rather calculating manner, almost close to a smile. The sight was something rare and a sign that the man had heard something that he very much liked so he stop talking for a moment. "Yes?"

"Did you say that these men were Chinese, or at least Chinese-speaking, when we spoke on the phone?" Jungkook confirmed this with a nod, curious as to what the other man was thinking about right now. "Oh, Master Jeon, oh my oh my, we have stumbled upon the gold mine of knowledge."

"Speak to me, Bae, let me know what you know," he lifted one hand off the chair arm, curling his fingers at him invitingly.

"There are several countries that use Uzis in military enforcement, one of which is Taiwan." Jungkook stared at him dumbly, feeling cogs turning at full speed in his head at his words. "Such a gun...that requires connections to some form of military base. I have very strong reasons to believe that those men were hired and supplied in Taiwan because-"

"Kim Jintae lives in Taiwan. Jesus fuck, we really have hit the gold mine," he said as he sat forward in his seat eagerly. "God-fucking-dammit, Bae, how could they be so stupid?"

"Ever since your daddy dismissed him for ill health Jintae has been living in Keelung, heard it's a great place to go fishing and shrivel up and die like an old man," Goohee said. "But also a great place to secure submachine guns for your son and ship them across the waters to Singapore."

"I hope that cancer eats him alive," Jungkook muttered under his breath, the corners of his lips turning down sharply at the corners. Cancer? God both old man Kim and his good-for-nothing son were his own private cancer, poisoning him every single day. He needed them both cut out right now regardless of how painful it might be. "I knew it was the Kim family, I knew it from the very start."

"Now you know why your daddy doesn't want you smoking, you'll end up like him," the older man remarked as he settled back in his seat, crossing one of his legs up so he could balance his ankle on his opposite knee. "Wheezing to death before the age of fifty and losing your common sense too. I have no doubts in my mind that it was Jintae that got the guns to those hitmen and I'll assume that he did so on behalf of his son."

"Yes, my man told me about all of these possible connections to Jinwoo. Slight connections but enough to have me on my toes. Lee Yoochun, do you know that name?"

"I do, he's a loan shark for your daddy. Probably the best in the business at one point but not anymore, does he have links to the son?"

"He's been spotted in and around Jinwoo's bars and circuits, he's been wiring money from various accounts around. He could very well be the man that wired cash to secure the weapons," Jungkook paused for a moment and cocked his head at him. "How certain are you that it's Kim, Bae?"

"Ninety-seven percent. The denied request for a dozen submachine or automatic guns logged from somewhere in Seoul, the bullet from a Glock supplied from overseas, your identification of an Uzi at the casino: this is all evidence. The Uzi being supplied from Taiwan, Jintae living in Taiwan, his son wanting you dead: these are all connections. The fact that you yourself have strong reasoning to believe it to be true...ninety-seven percent."

"Good, I won't regret my decisions then. Show me the cache, Bae."

"Of course, Master Jeon, if you'll follow me." Goohee got to his feet and fixed his jacket so Jungkook copied his actions before following him across the warehouse. He was led through a door into another section of the building, this part noticeably cooler than the other. It was filled with countless crates and containers and yellow forklifts for transporting heavy goods. "The cache arrived this very morning at dawn," the man explained as he collected a crowbar off the top of one of the crates and stopped in front of the cache. "It was inspected and sealed again for your arrival."

"Open it up, let me see the quality."

"Oh it's quality, Master Jeon," Goohee said as he stuck the hooked end of the crowbar into crate and then he applied his weight onto the smooth end. There was a groaning sound as the nails loosened in the wood and the lid came free. The other man balanced the tool against the side of the crate and then removed the lid to reveal the contents. Under the scent of sawdust Jungkook's nose detected grease, that wonderful mixture of metal and grease that always caused a ripple of excitement to course through him.

"Kalishnikovs, I find them much more reliable than Uzis," Goohee explained as he stepped aside to let him look at the cache. "Better grip, better balance for recoil. Please, feel free to inspect them." The man reached inside to collect one of them for him, holding it out with both hands and a slight bow.

Jungkook accepted it and he eyed the AK 47, the wooden butt and grip, the curved magazine clip curling out to face the front. The receiver and receiver cover were smooth and rounded, running into a slight wooden hand guard and then barrel. It was several inches long, black and cold metal. A beautiful rifle, sleek and so very lethal. The weight was considerable in his hands and when he shifted it to hold it properly he found that the balance was very pleasing. Yes, certainly better than the gun that bastard in the casino had used by far.

"A very attractive rifle too," Jungkook remarked, seeing Goohee nod in agreement. He studied it again and found himself thinking about what the rifle would look like in Taehyung's hands. He could almost imagine the sound that his gloves would make rubbing against the wooden butt and grip, that soft leather creaking; how the sling would contrast against his black suit jacket.

What would it look like in bed?

Jungkook felt the most pressing urge to wet his lips at the mere thought of Taehyung in bed with the gun; positioned on the mattress on his knees, thighs spread wide open and the rifle between them, the butt brushing against the sheets and his erection. Taehyung's hands would wrap around the receiver cover perfectly and he could run his tongue up the cold steel before angling the rifle to slip the barrel between his lips. And the sling...oh god the sling could wrap around ankles, around wrists and throats and-

the thoughts were enough to cause a sudden heat to coil in his stomach and Jungkook put the rifle back down in the crate before the temptation to request he be allowed to take one got too strong. Goohee held out a handkerchief to him so that he could wipe the grease off his hands. It would come free but the scent would linger for the rest of the day.

"Good," he said as he finished wiping his palms clean and held out to him.

"I have men preparing to meet your other demands too," Goohee said as he folded the handkerchief up and slipped it inside his jacket. "It should be a very successful hit, I am certain of it, if you want him dead he has no chance."

"Mmm, I want Kim Jintae dead," Jungkook agreed with a nod. "He served his purpose a long time ago, now he's just lingering and refusing to die just to piss me off. Think of it as a mercy-killing, though I don't think he deserves such benevolence. When can this happen?"

"Plans are being prepared to have him dead within the next week, possibly four days from now," Goohee explained. "He will be dead within five days, I can assure you of that, Master Jeon."

"What do you think about Jinwoo?" Jungkook asked as he reached down to stroke the butt again, feeling a wonderful shiver run down his spine as he did. "Any chances of getting him caught in a net?"

"Certainly, but that will take time," the older man said. "Offing Jintae risks retaliation however, might bring his son out of the shadows."

"He can retaliate, he won't get any of mine. That cunt won't get anywhere near mine, Bae. He can only strike at my men and truthfully speaking...you're really the only man I currently need." Jungkook looked up from the crate to study the other man's face. "Make sure the old prick is so riddled with bullets there's nothing left of him. They won't even be able to identify him from his teeth because he won't have a fucking head."

"A nice close-range blast from one of these," Goohee said as he nodded at the cache in front of them, "no problem. The forensic team will be pulling fragments of his skull out of the ceiling. What are the plans for the son?"

"Get him in our possession, one way or the other," Jungkook explained, "so long as he's caught I don't care what methods are used. The men that bring him to me - alive - will be paid so much there will be money spilling out of their asses. When I have him...then I'll figure out what to do with him."

"I'll see to it that my men catch him through their connections," Goohee said as he reached over to pull the lid back on the crate. "Hopefully without any prior injuries, I have no doubts that you will want him without a single bruise."

"Tell me Bae, do you think it's possible to break every bone in a man's body?" Jungkook asked with a smile as he turned away from the crate to look at him.

"Well...you don't have to worry about the spine," Goohee retorted after a moment of thought. Jungkook grinned and reached over to thump the man hard on the back in approval of his joke. "I imagine that you can but said man would die long before you had broken enough bones to fully make the effort worth it; internal haemorrhaging."

"I would love to shove that very rifle as far up his ass as possible and pull the trigger," Jungkook muttered. "Empty the magazine right into his intestines. But that doesn't seem...good enough, it's too sudden and clean. Sure he would hate it, as would a great many men. Being sodomised by a rifle is..." he paused and found that he really didn't have a clue how to finish this train of thought. 'Exciting' was certainly not the correct term even when it was the first thing to come to mind.

"Humiliating," Goohee finished for him. Sure, that fitted well enough he supposed.

"I want him literally torn apart, Bae, I would do it myself with my own hands. I would enjoy dissecting him alive or dead, I just want to hurt him," Jungkook spoke through his clenched teeth. "He's fucking it all up and I want destroy him. I would use my teeth if I had to, I would tear his throat open with my teeth."

"In time you might just be able to do so," Goohee remarked and he reached up to tug on his shirt collar in annoyance. Just thinking about Jinwoo was making his very blood boil in his veins. "Which is why my men will get him for you."

Jungkook left the warehouse a minute later, still feeling waves of irritation flowing through him. It would take some time for him to cool down but he didn't really have that. He was booked up until the late evening with meetings and he reached up to rub at his temples for a few seconds. Jungkook closed his eyes and groaned as he rubbed soft circles against his skull with his thumbs. God, what he wouldn't do to have Jimin waiting for him in the backseat of the Mitsubishi right now. He could just lie down on his lap and let him stroke his fingers along his brow, plant soft little kisses on his nose and soothe all of his annoyance away. But sadly Jimin was back in Gangnam-gu in the penthouse suite with Taehyung, caring for him. Taehyung really did need the care more than he did, and hopefully he was doped to hell and back right now and not having to feel even the slightest hint of pain.

Jungkook dropped his hands from his head and he retrieved his phone again. He called his father as requested, holding the device against his head as he lingered beside the warehouse. There was a rather chill wind in the air and a part of him was almost hoping for the skies to open and pelt freezing cold rain down onto him. When his father picked up there was no greeting, he jumped right into business.

"Bae did everything like requested, we have evidence. Solid evidence."

" Explain. "

"Bae identified one of the bullets I presented to him, not from Korea. He also made connections between one of the submachine guns used in the casino and directly linked it to Taiwan," Jungkook explained. "Guns imported from Taiwan, what does that mean to you, daddy?"

"... It means that your man was correct, " his father said after a moment of thought. Jungkook could hear the bubbling anger in his tone; he was clearly getting as pissed off as he currently felt. " The Kim family didn't cover their tracks very well at all. Was my partner always this fucking pathetic and idiotic, or is he simply becoming senile? "

"I think the cancer ate away his brain and his balls," Jungkook retorted and his father made an amused noise down the line. "He's a fucking traitor, he turned his back his legacy and pissed all over his own father's honour. And his son is even worst."

" I want to see your man, Kim. I want to see him tomorrow, " his father said suddenly. " Explain it all then if you need to, but I need to meet that man in person after everything that has happened. "

Jungkook took a moment to reply, processing his words as he did. His father wanted to see Taehyung? This shouldn't have been unusual, after all Taehyung was his partner. Except Jungkook knew that his father didn't ever ask to meet with men. Usually men requested to meet him to sort out and discuss business matters, and if his father did request a man's presence it was a bad sign. A very bad sign. Men never performed well enough to warrant his personal attention. But he had asked to meet Taehyung and it was most certainly not because he was pissed off with him. It was because Taehyung had saved his life and had supplied them with a great deal of information. His father must have... approved of Taehyung because of this. Just the thought was enough to make a strange sensation start bubbling in the pit of his stomach and Jungkook felt a pleased smile turning up the corners of his lips.

His father approved of their partnership. Well, wasn't that just fucking perfect?

"OK, daddy," he said as he looked across the lot at his car. "I'll bring him to you."