House Of Cards (BTS EDITION)

The Boy pt.6

Jungkook looked over the men and waited, counting the seconds in his head as he did. He was waiting for one of two men to make a move and admit something to him; for Do to blurt out about his spending in some last ditch attempt to save his ass from the cutting board; for Ahn to admit to his error of not submitting a tribute to Haedogje Pa like he was supposed to. Yet neither of them moved, didn’t even blink at him. He waited for ten seconds to pass before speaking again.

“By important I don’t mean in relations to business, legal matters, s**t like that I mean important.” Jungkook shifted to fold his elbows on the table as he looked up and down the table. Another ten seconds passed. “Nobody has anything to say to me? At all?” He turned his head to look over at Woo and left five seconds of silence before sighing. “OK, well there are actually two important matters to address in this meeting and yet neither man decided to own up to it. I must say I’m disappointed. I didn’t know Haedogje Pa hired p*****s but apparently we do.”

Jungkook took a deep breath and held it whilst he sorted his thoughts out. He had to be clear and precise, cutting and cold. No bumbling, no empathy, just the harsh truth. That meant knowing exactly what to say and not f*****g up. When he was ready a few seconds later he exhaled and locked eyes right on Do. The man was sitting there trying to act innocent and clean but he knew otherwise. He saw the truth at the corners of his lips and when he opened his mouth and started speaking his face would likely turn the same shade of grey as the hair around his temples and his suit.

“Do, I do not appreciate our women being murdered and mutilated,” Jungkook said as he sat back in his seat. He could have stayed forward, elbows on the table to look more stern but that wasn’t how he wanted to appear. No, seated back in his chair made him seem unaffected with it all. That was more frightening. “You killed three of our women. That’s a loss in profit. Somewhere across Mapo-gu a pimp is making less cash and his superior is making less cash and- you see where this is going, right?” He raised an eyebrow at him and Do remained still and silent. “Haedogje Pa is losing cash because you murdered three women to satisfy a rather f****d up kink, I must say and yet- yet, after all of that you’re still losing us profit.”

“Master Jeon, I-”

“Don’t say my name, you piece of s**t,” Jungkook spat, voice venomous but not a shout. In the seat beside him he could see Taehyung staring at him openly with his mouth open and even wider eyes. “Don’t even look at me I don’t want you to have that honour.” Do dropped his eyes to the table instead. “Ahn?”

“Yes,Master Jeon?”

“You’re the stupid asshole that didn’t give us a tribute,” Jungkook continued, spinning his chair to glare at him as he did. “Stand up.” Ahn moved slowly but he did as he commanded, pushing his chair out so that he could stand with his hands folded neatly in front of his gut. “Do you swear utmost allegiance to Haedogje Pa?”

“Yes, Master Jeon, the utmost.”

“Do you regret f*****g up and not giving a tribute?”

“Yes, Master Jeon, I admit that I f****d up.” He asked him why. “There was an issue with profits for this month, Master Jeon. In my efforts to increase them to a standard level I was unable to select a fitting tribute. I didn’t want to send a useless one so I sent none at all. I deeply regret f*****g up, Master Jeon.”

“You know what, Ahn? I believe you,” Jungkook said as he studied the man. “I believe that this was an honest mistake and I’ll accept it as so. But I can’t let this slide, you understand that don’t you, Ahn?”

“Yes, Master Jeon.”

“See now…now I have two situations on my hands,” he explained as he swept both arms up, empathising this fact. The meeting room was a stage after all, and he was just performing his part to perfection. “I have a man that killed our women and caused substantial losses to profit across the whole of Mapo-gu as a result; and I have a man that must show loyalty to my family.” Jungkook glanced across the table to see that not a single pair of eye weren’t looking at him right now. He had them all arrested, like a true heir should. “What should I do? Taehyung, what should I do?”

“Muh…me?” Taehyung’s twisted his head so sharply he had likely cricked a muscle in his neck. His already round eyes were considerably larger and he looked like he had been caught jerking off into his own sister’s panties.

“Yes you, what should I do?”

“The uh,” Taehyung wet his lips with the tip of his tongue; showcasing a quick flash of slick pink flesh, “the punishment for Duh-Do’s actions, from the loss of profit to the spending of Haedogje Pa earnings is…is death, Master Jeon.”

“Yes, that’s one solution to my problem but what about the other?”

“A…a true sign of loyalty to a brother is to…to kill for a brother,” Taehyung said in a whisper soft voice.

“Well done, that’s just what I was thinking. Grab him,” Jungkook ordered and both Lee and Kim shifted to seize hold of Do. They moved fast, perfectly trained to respond to his requests. “Ahn, come here.” He lifted a finger and wagged it and the other man came to stand behind him, between him and Taehyung. Then Ahn bowed forward respectfully so that they would be on eye level. “You would do anything to show that you’re loyal to Haedogje Pa, correct?” The man confirmed that it was so, voice hard to hear under the indignant and rather pathetic complaints from Do. “You want me to know that I can trust you, that you’re a good man, correct?”

“Yes, Master Jeon, I’m loyal to your father and you.”

“Kill Do for me.”

“…How should I kill him, Master Jeon?”

“Hmm, remove his trousers and underwear. Gag him with them and strangle him. Just like he did to our women.” Jungkook reached up to pat Ahn on the shoulder and the man confirmed that he would before moving across the room. Lee and Kim had already dragged Do away from the table and the man was struggling to free himself from their grips. A quick glance at Taehyung showed that he was considerably paler than he had been earlier. The young man was staring across the room with an expression that looked trapped between bewilderment and something like fear.

“I didn’t mean to do it, Master Jeon, it was an accident and-”

“Once is a f*****g accident, Do, not three times in a night,” Jungkook retorted as he twisted in his seat. “Three f*****g times, you useless cunt. Do you think I’m stupid, Do? Do you think I don’t know all of your f****d up secrets?”

“I don’t, I don’t! I won’t do it again, I swear that I won’t I’ll-”

“Do, to put it nice and simple for you: I don’t believe a word of your bullshit. Hurry up and gag him I’m sick of hearing that voice. Gets under my skin like f*****g coke bugs.”

Do put up a fight, or as good a fight that he could anyway all things considered. With his arms pinned at his sides he could only twist and worm and wriggle, or kick. And he did kick Ahn, several times in fact. Perhaps the dumb f**k hadn’t figured it out but kicking the man that was going to strangle him to death was never a good idea. It would just piss him off more. When his trousers and underwear were wrenched down Jungkook was certain that he heard Taehyung making a sound beside him, a breathless wheeze. Ahn got him free of them and then came the gagging. Jungkook was thankful for it for it stopped him from yelling and instead reduced him to rather muted nonsense. Perhaps sensing that this was something that needed to be witnessed Lee and Kim dragged Do back over and forced him down onto the table, on his back. The sound of his head thumping off the polished wood made Taehyung flinch. Then Ahn was leaning over to seize hold of his throat with both hands.

Jungkook had never strangled a person to death before, only lightly for pleasure. He had felt the soft flesh under his thumbs when he had dug them down until the rather hard resistance of the windpipe got in the way. He had experienced that wonderful racing pulse against the palms of his hands and heard the gags that turned into wet gasps as soon as he relented and let a little air be drawn in. But Ahn didn’t strangle Do for pleasure, he did so to kill him. The man was brutal and unrelenting, not even showing any emotion as he throttled the other man. Not even when his pitiful gagging stopped and his face started to go a lovely shade of red, and then with rather livid undertones of purple around his lips and eyes. Jungkook turned his head to look at Taehyung and he saw that the rookie had his hands held up against the sides of his head. He wasn’t looking over at Do but rather at the table and he looked very much like he was seconds from collapsing.

“Don’t look away,” Jungkook ordered. “Look.” Taehyung seemed like he might just disobey that order, head still turned away from Do. But then his eyes slid sideways to look and Jungkook suddenly found himself more interested in watching him watch the strangulation that the act itself. “Do you see this, Taehyung?”

“Yuh-yeah, Master Jeon.”

“This is what happens when you go against Haedogje Pa. If you piss us off, if you try to hurt us, if you cause any trouble. This is what happens. You’re not going to do anything like that, are you?”

“Nuh-no, Master Jeon, never.”

“Good.”

Ahn kept his hands clamped onto the other man’s throat until Do had stopped moving and he held them there until Jungkook requested that Kim check for a pulse. The man checked his wrist and then his chest before confirming that he was indeed dead. Then Ahn let go of his throat and reached up to his own to fix his tie. Do was lying on the table, arms spread out from where Lee and Kim had held them down. His shirt had ridden up and he could see his thighs and genitals. Well, they had been the main cause of this rather avoidable fiasco. Seeing them now he hardly thought they were worth the trouble.

Jungkook reached over to put his hand on Taehyung’s knee without much thought. What he felt was that it was shaking under his palm, muscles thrumming under his skin. Clearly this had been his first witness to a murder, which made sense considering his background working for a property shark. But Taehyung was going to have to get used to the sight very quickly. He studied the back of his hand before lifting his gaze up slowly to study Taehyung’s face. Still that pale shade, rather ashen right now. There looked to be a light sheen of sweat on his brow and he was just staring at the body still lying on the table.

“Welcome to Haedogje Pa, Taehyung,” Jungkook said with a smile.