Chasing his past, Jeon Jungkook was naturally taken to this place. It seemed logical, to go to the Tanakas' mansion, when it was the Tanakas' golden child, Kwon Jiyong, he was looking for.

He was a bit reluctant about admitting it, but as Dino's biggest rival did Jungkook hold a sort of conditioned grudge against the Tanaka family. It's not like he'd ever understood the reason for Dino's quarrel with the Yakuza clan - he had obeyed commands and not asked questions - yet the mere thought of that Jiyong bastard filled his insides with disgust.

Said disgust wasn't helped when he climbed over the security gate of the high-end mansion, seeing the abundance of wealth displayed here. At least Dino had been somewhat humble in his lifestyle, unlike the Tanakas apparently.

The once probably well-groomed garden looked wild and abandoned, plants growing up the yellow stained house walls. Still, the neglect didn't do much in hiding the sheer luxury practically oozing from the entire estate - it was really off putting, seeing such a pompous palace in a world in which you had to shower with ice-cold water you accidentally found in some canister in the backroom of a broken down bowling alley.

Jungkook had never been comfortable around luxury (he didn't really deserve it), so seeing all this bullshit made him want to leave already. Not that he actually would, he'd taken way too long to get here in the first place.

He was mildly surprised to find the silly entrance portal open - Jiyong must've anticipated Jungkook's visit. Very interesting.

Was Jungkook worried about the very obvious trap? No.

He stepped into the house, finding himself in stark darkness, his echoing steps and the small slit of light falling trough the swiftly closing entrance telling him that he was in a superfluously large entrance hall - probably with one of those western style double stairs on each side.

Very untraditional, Tanaka.

His eyes quickly got used to the darkness though.

"Fancy meeting you here, Jeon." Kwon Jiyong announced dramatically, standing on top of - surprise - one of the two western styled stairs.

"Eh." Jungkook said vaguely, scratching his head, while climbing the stairs towards the blonde languidly. The bastard was wearing one of those fucking expensive fur coats again, Fendi sunglasses resting atop his bleached hair.

He looked so ridiculous, Jungkook wanted to punch him so fucking bad. But that was not what he came here for.

"Our patrons had their differences, we both know that - but that doesn't mean we have to keep this feud going between us, hm? We could build up a new empire, Jeon." Jungkook had kept that part from Y/N - that Jiyong had made him this goofy-as-fuck proposal. He was one smooth talker, that Jiyong bastard, that was for sure.

But Jungkook wasn't entirely stupid, he knew why the blond had said that. Kwon Jiyong was scared of him. He was scared that Jungkook had kept his grudge toward him through Dino and would now want to interfere with what he referred to as his new "empire" (a little egotistical if you asked Jungkook). He was so shitless scared of Jungkook and what he could possibly do, that he had gone lengths to take precautions against him - precautions that he hadn't needed to take in the first place.

Because Jungkook wasn't Dino.

"So, Jeon, have you thought about my proposal?"

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Kwon Jiyong was a confident man -back in the days of the Tanaka family's reign they'd called him "The Dragon". That confidence had bled through into the apocalypse, so much that he'd been able to take over and re-build the Yakuza clan all by himself.

But right now, as Jeon fucking Jungkook was standing beneath him, around five stair steps away from him, he felt like the pathetic, destitute little boy all over again.

The grim reaper, that's what the people over in Japan had called him. A silly little nickname, given to Jeon because of his odd murder weapon. But the name had a power in itself. Someone whose task it is to take your life, once he appears - without any reason or prejudice.

Without Jungkook there it was already hard to get by each day - there was the issue with sustaining each of his men and then of course the fucking beasts, slaughtering those who somehow managed to overcome the struggles of hunger and disease. They were only starting to somehow get by once they'd managed to "domesticate" some of the abnormal monsters.

With Jeon Jungkook in the game, already having killed one of their more valuable monsters Hide, Jiyong's carefully crafted control threatened to crumble. It didn't help that this bastard seemed to be flourishing in this environment.

He had to take care of him somehow... the issue was just that Jungkook wasn't so easily taken care of.

"So, Jeon, have you thought about my proposal?"

The fucker had the audacity to laugh, "Yeah man, it was cute, really. But m' not interested in yer Yakuza bullshit." He climbed the remaining steps, now face-to-face with the blond, "I came to tell ya that."

Jiyong had estimated that much. Knowing that he'd been right felt somewhat comforting.

A grin spread over his face and he languidly strolled over to the railing between the two stairs, leaning against it with his back, elbows resting on top of the wood on either side of him in a lazy pose, "Okay. I can respect that." His smile softened, "But I hope you can understand that I can't just let you run around killing my men like that."

"Tch."

Slowly, Jiyong reached for something inside his coat. It was a daring idea, something that had allowed to form in his mind only thanks to Jungkook's terrible acting skills. Back when he'd asked him about the chick he kept with him.

A gun appeared in his hand. An old model he held dear, a present from Mr. Tanaka himself.

Jungkook frowned, "Look man, I didn't come here to fight. Didn't expect you to want this either, hones'ly."

He was right about that, he really was.

"The little girl who's always stuck to you." Jiyong started, seeing the asshole freeze in an instant, "She's cute, no? What's her name again? Y/N?"

"Kwon-"

"Right now, she's awfully close to one of our bases. It would be horrible if she got to close to my men, no?"

"Kwon."

"It's a two day journey by foot, right? Hm, I think my guys are gonna be up that hill faster than you can even make it halfway through the city." There was a reason for why he chose the mansion on the other side of town for this conversation.

"What do you want, Kwon?"

Jiyong grinned. It was satisfying -this immediate, unconditional willingness. This is what Dino must've felt like, back when he had Jeon on a leash.

"If you're out of the picture, we have no reason to deal with her. I'm not into killing women - especially not girls - y' know?" He reached out his hand with the old revolver, "Shoot yourself."

With fascination, Jiyong watched Jungkook take the revolver, undo the firing pin safety, hold it against his temple and pull the trigger.

He pulled the trigger.

It threw him for a loop, left him reeling, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Jeon had the audacity to scowl, lowering the revolver to inspect it and open its magazine, "It's empty?"

Of-fucking-course it was empty. Ain't no way that Jiyong could still find any ammunition for this old piece of metal.

"You didn't... you were about to kill yourself."

Jungkook averted his attention from the empty revolver back to Jiyong, "You told me you'd leave her alone if I did. But that thing was empty... I- I swear to god Kwon if you lay even a finger on her I'll do things to you worse than death, I'll make purgatory look like a fucking family vacation."

Jiyong wasn't really listening, "You're sick in the brain." He whispered.

They say the grim reaper is greedy - he takes and takes and never, never gives back. But this one was ready to give himself up, in order to preserve a life. It was like this went against his very core of being.

"Hello? Ya hear me, I wanna know what you're gonna do with her now, fuckbrain."

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Jungkook squinted against the sun once he exited the upsettingly dark mansion. Was a nice metaphor about how wealth makes your life less lively or whatever. He didn't really understand capitalism.

Fresh red blood dripped from his scythe and he resisted the urge to just use his shirt to wipe it off. He didn't want to make it too obvious that he'd killed again. Guilty, he realized that it'd probably wouldn't be a surprise to her.

Jiyong had been an asshole tough, he hoped she wouldn't be too mad. Was his fault for complicating things by bringing her into this. He'd probably have to hurry to get back before it get's through that he killed Kwon. Because then Chibi was dead meat for sure.

Jungkook stretched his arms over is head and yawned. At least he didn't have to worry about Kwon anymore.

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I'm back on my bullshit with the Bananfish parallels

moral of todays episode: a tactical mind doesn't necessarily outdo brutal strength and idiocy

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