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The car stopped in front of a building with a regular looking exterior but Namjoon knew better. As the driver got down and opened his door, he was met with his young but witty bodyguard. He held his trench coat and was looking around quickly, assessing his surroundings.
“Jungkook, relax. These people aren’t stupid enough to attack us out here, much less on their territory. There would be no doubt that they were the ones responsible and the whole Syndicate would have their heads.” Namjoon told the young man while he slipped on his coat and pulled his black leather gloves on. He walked towards the building and analyzed the structure; it was a tall building but not as tall as the building Namjoon owned further in the city. It was also in poor shape; dirty, dusty and various windows on the upper levels seemed cracked or missing altogether. Poor management and poor quality, something Namjoon disliked.
His phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket, not sparing a glance to see the name of the caller. He already knew who it was. “Yoongi, I’m here. This place is an utter dump, Jin will be glad he decided not to come.” He said as he looked around the place. There was very little activity on the streets; mostly hooded people walking quickly past the building and barely sparing a glance in Namjoon’s direction.
“It was to be expected, you know how the Parks manage things nowadays. The older ones had more control over their people and business. They actually cared back then, or that’s what my father had told me. The new management in charge has… different ways of controlling things.” Yoongi said.
“Yes, I know. His methods are too extreme. This is why I came personally to oversee transaction. I don’t trust him, Yoongi. He’s unpredictable and he’s bad for business.”
“Then for the sake of the business, I suggest you keep your shit straight and don’t lose focus. The things that go on in that building are going to piss you off, Joon-ah. But remember that not everyone handles things like we do. It’s important to seal the deal, have a little leverage over him.” Namjoon responded with a hum and Yoongi huffed. He could practically see him rolling his eyes. “Get it done, Namjoon. We’ll see you when you get back.” And with that, the call ended. Namjoon slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked back at the entrance of the building.
Two men in black and blue were standing at the entrance looking bored but vigilant of Namjoon and Jungkook.
“Kook, stay close to me and stay silent. Keep your eyes open, the Parks have a different way of handling deals, pay attention to everything I say.” He turned his back on the building and quickly pulled his gun out, cocked it and slipped it back into his coat. Jungkook nodded without another word and followed Namjoon’s actions with his own gun. They both turned back towards the building and walked up to the entrance.
“Tell Park Jihun that Kim Namjoon is here.” Jungkook told the man at the door who had approached them with a glare. His eyes widened and immediately turned to the other man and gave him a nod. The man told them to follow him while the other one pulled out a phone, surely warning the others of Namjoon’s arrival.
The inside was just as messy as the outside. Namjoon looked around quickly taking in the condition of the place. The lobby seemed to be remodeled like some sort of bar, men were drinking in corners and some women were smoking by the counter of the makeshift bar. The place was a wreck and Namjoon had to make an effort to keep from grimacing. As they walked towards the elevators, the people around the bar paid little to no attention to them, some of the men so high they were just staring at the dim lights above them.
The building wasn’t high as the blond had suspected; the elevator only had 15 floors. When they reached the top floor and the elevator doors opened, Jungkook stiffened at his side. People around pool tables or poker table drugged and down right passed out because of the effects. Women sitting on the chairs drunk out of their minds, clearly beaten and bruised. The men were in no better condition.
The man they were with lead them through the room until the reached the double doors in the back. He knocked three times quickly and opened the door, stepping aside to let Namjoon and Jungkook in.
Inside, things weren’t much cleaner, but at least no one was getting drugged or drunk off their ass. In the back of the office, a black leather chair was faced towards a giant window that took up a wall completely. The man in the chair spun around and was holding a phone to his ear, he made a motion for them to walk closer. Both men walked towards the desk, surveying the dirty room. The man grunted a few words into the phone and hung up.
“So, Kim Namjoon has personally come all the way to Busan to finish the deal. Who would’ve thought I was worthy enough to receive a visit from the Monster himself.” The man got up and circled the table. He was dressed in a dark blue shirt, black tie hanging loose and askew.
“Park Jihun, it’s been sometime.” He said as he extended his hand. The man gripped his hand with excessive force, no doubt trying to establish dominance. If Namjoon had been in any other situation, he would’ve rolled his eyes and scoffed.
“Yeah, you could say that. Wasn’t it since I got kicked out of your little club?” He smirked and leaned his arms back on the desk. “But nevermind the past, right? We’re here to correct mistakes! So let’s freshen up our memories, remind me again what we agreed on?” He went back to his chair and let himself fall into it.
Namjoon nodded and sighed, “In order to re insert yourself into The Syndicate, you’ll agree to give up ten of your men to be taken under my control where they will be taught my ways of running things and then be brought back to here to teach your other men how things work under my administration. You’ll undergo change in the ways you handle your transactions to keep your identity and that of your gang, protected. In addition, you’ll agree to send monthly reports and inventory of everything you use. In exchange, you get to keep your place as leader of the Busan mob, you get your share of weapons and money, as well as a monthly supply of whatever you will be selling. You will have no infiltrations and you can keep running things as usual excluding any activity that will break the first rules.” He tipped his head and looked at Jihun who had said nothing as Namjoon recited the agreement clauses.
“Well you’ve become quite the diplomatic character, Kim. I see your father corrected your shitty behavior, good for him. So, just between us friends,” He looked over at Jungkook and winked, “What would you say would happen if I refused your offer and told you and your associates to go fuck yourselves?” He smiled a slightly malicious smile and put his hands together.
Namjoon pursed his lips and took a deep breath. Typical of Park Jihun to push and threat with something he can’t even fulfill. he thought to himself. Jihun was still looking at him like he had succeeded in fucking Namjoon over, which obviously, the taller man wasn’t going to permit. He returns the man’s smile and quickly pulls out his gun, tipping his chin with the barrel. At his side, Jungkook tenses and quickly pulls his own gun out as well.
“Well Park, if you decide to refuse my kind offer of overlooking your past bullshit, I won’t have any other choice than to blow your fucking brains out and take command of your fucking little organization. You either do this the nice way and agree to the terms, or I shoot that smug look off your ugly mug, understand?” He sneered. Jihun only chuckled and nodded. Namjoon moved his gun from under his chin and put it back into his coat, eyes piercing.
“I knew you weren’t as pristine and put together as you act, there’s still some remnants of the monster in you.” He grinned and turned to his desk, pressing a button on the intercom, “Send him in, have the other men ready downstairs.” He said into the speaker before turning back to Namjoon and Jungkook.
Someone knocked and the door to the office opened. The same man from before walked in, followed behind by a younger man wearing a blue hoodie that covered his face. His jeans were ripped and his converse looked old and ratty. Namjoon quirked an eyebrow at Jungkook who gave him a shrug. “Here he is boss, his shit is packed and ready.” The man said to Jihun who crooked a finger at the man making him pull the younger man behind him and push him forward.
“In addition to the ten assholes you’ll be taking with you, I want you to take this little shit with you as well. So far he hasn’t learned a goddamn thing and I’m getting tired of having him live under my roof without him doing a thing. Take that ratty hood off your head and look up when I’m speaking, kid!” Jihun yelled at the young boy who flinched at his tone and quickly lifted his head, pulling the hood off.
Namjoon sucked in a breath when he saw the boy's face, “Park Jimin. Your younger brother?” He asked as he took in the boys disheveled image; he was pale and thinner than he remembered him. He looked defeated, his posture curved inward, out of fear. His lips were dry and cracked, he had a bruise under his left eye and tiny cuts over his forehead, barely covered by the black fringe over his eyes that looked burned somehow. He was a wreck, much different from the Park Jimin that Namjoon had seen all those years ago.
“He’s yours now. Put him to good use, or send him away for all I care. He’s a nuisance here, anyway.” Jihun said without sparing his sibling another glance. “I expect Suga will come by to make me sign the papers, right?” He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep pull from it.
“Correct. In the meantime, this should cover it.” Namjoon nodded to Jungkook who pulled out a black box, offering it to Jihun who quickly snatched it up and grinned before popping the box open. Inside was a silver ring, with the emblem of the Syndicate.
“So I guess we’re done, huh Monster?” He said without taking his eyes off of the ring.
“It seems so. I’ll be seeing you, Park.” Namjoon turned around and walked towards the door. He stepped in front of Jimin and sighed. “Come on, kid.” He put a hand on his back and moved him forward. Jungkook spared the boy a glance and then opened the door to exit the office.
Namjoon wasn’t expecting this little twist. He was now wary of Park Jihun, even more than before. Now Namjoon would have to be in charge of Jimin, the first man he ever loved.
oOo
On the trip back to Seoul, Jimin didn’t speak a word. Namjoon had decided to let the younger man ride in the car with him and Jungkook, taking into account his status as younger brother of Jihun, second in command of the Park mob and the successor of said brother.
When they arrived at the airport, he called Yoongi.
“What? Did everything go as planned? Is that bastard still as cocky as ever?” the older asked before Namjoon could even speak. “Hyung, you need to have the staff prepare a room on the 30th floor.” He said ignoring Yoongi’s questions. He looked over at Jimin who was looking like a deer in headlights as Jungkook spoke to him about the plane ride.
“On our floor. What for?” He asked with skepticism. “We have a guest arriving with us, I suggest you inform the rest of the leaders of this slight addition to the agreements.” He sighed and looked over at Jimin who in that moment looked up as well. They stared at each other, Namjoon’s chest clenching at the sight of the youngers bruises, ignoring Yoongi’s voice on the other side of the speaker until Jimin looked back down at his hands.
“Sorry Yoongi- hyung, what was that?” He asked while looking over at Jungkook and motioning the young boy to get water for Jimin. “I said, what the fuck did you do?” Yoongi asked with annoyance.
“Jihun agreed to everything but sorta added a person to the list. He sent his brother.”
“Fuck. Why the fuck did you accept?” He sounded pissed and Namjoon sighed, “Hyung, you should see him. He looks nothing like the last time we saw him, he’s beaten and hurt and I’m pretty sure his hair is burned? I don’t even know. I couldn’t just leave him there!” He whisper-yelled at the older who grunted in response.
“So what you’re telling me, is that the man who got your father to send you to the military because you were becoming a fucking assassin, sent over the one man you ever showed genuine care, not to mention he’s been beating the shit out of the poor kid for who knows how long. Park Jimin. He sent over Park fucking Jimin. Great, like if my job wasn’t difficult enough.” He huffed.
“Can you be fucking serious for two seconds, hyung? This is a mess, this was not supposed to happen. What the hell are we going to do?” He watched as Jungkook returned and shoved a water bottle and a sandwich into Jimin’s hands. That kid has zero people skills he thought to himself.
“I’m not going to do anything different. I’m gonna stick to our original plan. You on the other hand, better devise some sort of solution to having the man you loved under your roof,” He laughed and sighed, “Wait till Jin-hyung hears this. Oh, Namjoon this is gonna bite us back in the ass, I know it.” Namjoon frowned but decided to cut the conversation short since their flight number was announced.
“You’re no help. I gotta go. Don’t tell Taehyung!” He asked before hanging up and getting to his feet. Jungkook followed suit but Jimin stayed put, apparently haven fallen asleep after the quick snack. “Kook, go ahead. I’ll see you inside.” He told the brown haired boy. Jungkook gave him a worried glance but nodded anyway. No matter if he didn’t agree with Namjoon’s orders, he knew he was expected to follow them.
Namjoon looked down at Jimin who had his legs pulled up, knees under his chin. “Jimin, we need to go.” He said as he bent over to tap his shoulder. Jimin looked up and blinked the sleep out of his eyes. His eyes widened when he noticed Namjoon’s face so close to his. “Come on, you can sleep on the plane.” He picked up the boys backpack and handed him a dark grey hoodie he had Jungkook buy him, “I asked my bodyguard to get this for you, I figured that thin ripped thing wasn’t going to keep you warm.” He handed the clothing to Jimin who took it in his hands and looked at it before getting up.
“Do you want me to tell Jungkook to keep your old hoodie?” He asked as the smaller man zipped off the old hoodie and quickly pulled on the new one, not before Namjoon caught sight of more cuts and bruises on the youngers arms and neck. Jimin shook his head, then took the old sweater and rolled it up and dumped it in the nearest trash can. He took a deep breath before turning towards Namjoon and looking up at him expectantly.
“Alright, let’s get going.”
In the plane, Jungkook was seated behind Namjoon and Jimin’s set, already snoring and stretched out in the first class chair. Namjoon smiled at the sight of him, he seemed relaxed and actually looked his age. He looked at his ticket and at Jimin’s and grimaced. “I’m sorry Jimin, your seat is next to mine. I can ask them to give you a single seat if you’d like?” He asked the black haired boy but he shook his head and gestured for Namjoon to take his seat.
Once they were seated, Jimin curled up and nodded off, not before speaking his first words to Namjoon, after ten years of not hearing his voice, “Thank you for saving me, Namjoonie-hyung.”
Kim Namjoon was utterly screwed.