If there's anything in this damn world that annoys Jungkook to the brim of his consciousness it's a damn fucking lecture.

No, not those type of lectures when your parents scold you for misbehaving or arriving drunk after your curfew, even that sounds much more bearable than hearing this man talk for hours and hours in this dreadful meeting. It's the college type of lectures, where they talk and never stop for a fucking break.

Is this how the agents feel like Jungkook talks in his meetings?

If so then shit, he should start being more creative when speaking because it feels so fucking horrible listening to someone talk the whole fucking time.

His dull eyes follows the beautiful man with the golden skin and raven dark mullet in utter boredom as he points to different areas on the map from the projector, eagerly trying to search any leads on finding this mysterious human being that is Park Jimin, but everyone in this table meeting of criminals has probably noticed already by now - it's a no show like this.

They will never find Jimin at this rate.

Karma's main men are here, along with a few pimps and club owners since they will most likely give off any information on anything at all that comes to mind, from there seeing if they can put anything together into finding this man without having Karma blowing their heads off with a bullet on the spot for wasting his time.

Maybe Jungkook will be the first one with those honors because he would rather die than spare another hour in this room.

But meantime while he wastes his time here, Jungkook actually was impressive how much control Karma has in Seoul in general; he owns many professional buildings and has most of the owners wrapped around his finger tips in regarding to business. So many of those business Jungkook recalls going to their buildings asking questions about any suspicious activity.

They always denied.

Well, Karma's mafia isn't the top rank for no reason.

For a moment that came to mind, Jungkook moves his gaze across the large circular wooden table his let's his eyes find Karma's silhouette with his golden mask.

The man is sitting on a throne like chair, unlike the swirling ones that Jungkook is forced to sit on; He wears a golden silk robe to compliment his beautiful skin, tied to cover his body, but Jungkook could just barely make out the tint of a tattoo peeking underneath the edge of the robe by his collarbones, slightly rising Jungkook's curiosity. His mint green hair is wet, clearly fresh from a shower and hand brushed back and away from his mask besides a few strands moving forward.

Out of everyone here, Karma is the one who looks like he's seconds away from actually falling asleep - surprisingly. A leg is rested on the arm of the chair with his arm casually laying on his knee, his tatted fingers carefully playing with his golden rings lightly, giving off this sense of power.

Him spreading wide like that only left Jungkook's own imagination to run wild, especially since he's wearing a pair of black dressed pants that hugs his legs fairly too well.

If scenarios were different, maybe Jungkook would ask him out for a nice dinner.

But now, he wants nothing more but to stab the hell out of him until no lingering ounce of anger is left in his body.

He threatened his life and is keeping him like a damn hostage, and now Jungkook is forced to listen to his damn cousin talk amongst the table for hours of nonsense that Jungkook could've covered in ten minutes.

How long does he have to deal with this before he completely loses his mind?

But suddenly something inside his stomach suddenly tugs when Karma snaps his gaze to meets his train of eyes, connecting to his intense stare.

Karma's view isn't even as bad either, slightly shifting in his seat as he feeds off to the ravenette's heated gaze with a lingering irritation as he takes him in; leaning on the table, two fingers pinching against the right side of his temple, leaning his head against it with his curtain of wet raven hair parted down the middle and reaching his cheeks to the front while the back almost reaches to his shoulders in a nice form of waves.

The fact that he's wearing a black turtle neck with a black blazer over his body doesn't help even the slightest, only making Karma lick his lips slowly from underneath his mask as a sudden twitch of desire licked over his senses boldly.

Jungkook is absolutely breathtaking through Karma's eyes, only if he wasn't a fucking stubborn asshole then Karma might consider not killing him after this is all over.

Sadly that's not the case. The second Karma kills Yoongi, Jungkook is next and he'll keep Jimin in his empire as a trophy- Well, maybe he could kill him too if he's any worse. He can't risk everything he has built to be destroyed just because of that beautiful man who looks like an angel. He's still the head director, and they're not on the same team. Now they are because Jungkook has no choice, but once that's over, he's dead.

The tension only grows between the two as they both refuse to break eye contact, too stubborn or too intrigued to look away. They're practically killing each other in many ways through their hard glares, and a few members from the table noticed this.

Including KS.

"Um hello! Can you both stop eye fucking each other and focus on what's at task right now!" The pair blinks away from eye contact and turn to look at a fuming KS, who glares murderously at them in aggravation, "Unless you have a better technique on solving this problem that's better than how I'm solving it?"

Jungkook is going to lose his fucking mind if he hears anymore questions come out of KS's lips in this damn room.

Karma sighs dismissively and waves a hand, "You're the brains of this operation my dear cousin, please proceed."

But Jungkook was actually not having it.

He will not bear this conversation a second longer.

"I have a better technique," Jungkook announces abruptly, capturing the intense eyes of everyone in this table; almost like a pack of wolves snarling to their prey.

Does he care? Of course not.

If they kill him, maybe they'll be doing him a favor.

His gem won't get discovered and it will save Yoongi the trouble since he's already after his ass, maybe even kill Karma for killing Jungkook first.

But of course, Karma would not fucking allow that since he raised a hand, preventing anyone of his men from shooting Jungkook's head off.

Fuck you Karma.

"Do you now?" Karma taunts lightly, sitting back on his throne much more amusingly, "Please do enlighten us."

Oh, he's actually letting him speak?

Finally time to stand up and show them how it's properly done.

Jungkook rises to his feet, eyes wandering around every single person in the room before slowly walking around the table, him becoming the alpha wolf now, "JM has been dragged into this world for years now. Him being infamous for various and wrong reasons - unbelievable," Jungkook states calmly, making a few men in the table slightly shift to his sudden dark aura as he passes by them, "How is it that a man of such high title just..... Disappears? Huh. No sign of him at all for years? Sure many people would love to get their hands on him, right? After all, he is worth a lot since he lures in many clients. At least, that's what I've been told."

Jungkook suddenly reached Karma's throne, pausing for a moment before leaning down to his ear with eyes focused on the sudden unease atmosphere in the room, "Aurous is the highest empire in the world, along with the criminals in this room, how is it possible that not one person here could possible know where he is, hm?"

The devil taunts against the golden emperor's ear, loud enough for all his nobles to hear. That's not even what made everyone in the table start to reach for their guns in anxiety, just in case if the demon tries harm their king, but it was the sinister smile that began to play on Jungkook's lips.

What is he trying to do?

Seeing how edging he got everyone in the whole room, Jungkook leans closer to Karma's ear to whisper something only he can hear, "Do I have permission to use force, your majesty?"

Karma clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth to the condescending tone, "Call me that again, I'll slice your tongue off. Kill my men, I'll torture you with my bare hands. I come out alive, maybe I'll give you a good fucking, how's that?"

This man really believes he's going to be the one fucking him?

Ha!

Humorous.

Jungkook smirks widely to Karma's sarcastic tone and chuckles drily, "Good thing they're not your men I was aiming for," And Jungkook suddenly yanks the gun from Karma's lap that's coated in gold before removing the safety and shooting four pimps in the room dead, leaving only two of them alive.

Perfect shot, as always.

"What the fuck!" KS screeches as the other men raises their guns to Jungkook, but Karma's hand stops them from shooting once again, eyes moving to the ravenette with a sudden cold look.

"You owe me more pimps," Taehyung huffs accusingly with an amusing tone behind his deep voice, "Now you better start showing some results before I let them kill you."

Oh I will.

Jungkook sends him a wink before walking to the two remaining pimps, who are shaking in their seats from their dead friends around them, but that only fueled Jungkook with more giddiness as he leans against the table, letting the edge press against his thighs as he whirls the gun between his finger, eyes on the pimp with the feathered white scarf and sunglasses. This man is pretty young, but older than Jungkook of course, however Jungkook does have his suspicion over him.

He's familiar for sure.

Not sure from where, but he is.

"So, my dear Lee Sungjin, pimp for the past twenty years with a clean record and who just loves to kiss Karma's ass to look like a good boy, cute," Jungkook gleams with his mischievous dark eyes, "You're pretty young, meaning you're able to maybe know a thing or two on where our lovely JM is, hm? After all, your socialistic skills never fail to enlighten people to talk."

The man is sweating by now to Jungkook's intense gaze and he looks anxiously to Karma, "Sir, who the hell is this man! I have no idea where JM is-"

"Hello, sweetie, my face is up here," Jungkook whistles as he cranes the male's face towards him with the tip of the gun, "Ugh please don't make me waste anymore of Karma's bullets, that means I'll have to buy him more and I'm kinda broke at the moment, so care to explain?"

Long moments pass and Jungkook was already growing irritated with his silence. So he removes the safety off and points the gun to his head.

The older man sitting beside them suddenly interjects, "He has no idea where he is!"

Oh, this one is sentimental. They might mean something to each other huh?

Now as Jungkook stares at them well, the older man does look like a younger version of himself from the other male.

Wait.

Wow, how did Jungkook not connect this sooner?

Oh shit this is fucking amazing!

And he suddenly laughs, hard, "Oh shit, you both are related? Father and son huh?"

Jungkook laughs even more to their sudden pale complexion, moving his vibrant craze eyes to Karma, "Why did you not mention this sooner? I would've gone so much easer on them."

Karma only stares at the ravenette intently, clearly smiling diabolically behind his mask as he grows more and more excited on what this ravenette has in mind on what to do with these two.

He's so unpredictable, and Karma loves it!

Jungkook turns back to the pair, smiling widely, "Well, since you're his father, maybe you can give me some information on our beloved JM?"

The bald man with sweat streaming down the side of his face stares at his son, shaking now in anxiety before looking back to Jungkook, "W-We don't know where he is. I swear!"

Okay this is starting to get boring.

So Jungkook waves a hand to the four dead pimps, "Want to end up like your friends? Start by speaking up! We don't have time for this shit!"

The older man didn't say anything, as predicted, only starts to slightly weep and that Jungkook solemnly shakes his head, "I really thought you would start talking. I mean, it would make the most sense if you both knew something. You did welcome Min Yoongi to your club many times in the past, bragged about being the ears of the streets. Always worshipping JM's performances to the point you mentioned you might make a deal to get him in your grasp, but so sad he was too valuable and got taken away to prison before you achieved that."

Of course Jungkook remembers this man from his past now. Jungkook was always with Yoongi, so of course he met many of his contacts and this pimp, who is working for Karma, and would discreetly always let them in his club. Once they went to a club where JM would perform, and that's when he bragged about his desires for him.

He even got more jittery after he mentioned his son fucked him a few times and said he is entirely worth it being bought, and Jungkook had to fight with everything in himself to not kill the man on the spot during that time.

Maybe he can now.

"So of course while he was in rehab that would be a perfect time to snatch him up, right?" Jungkook continues to taunt, fighting his grin as he watches them coil in fear, "So let's not continue to play dumb, either you tell us where he is or," Aggressively the ravenette grabs the young man's right hand and slams it against the table, "You will have to pay a pretty big bill to fix your son's fucking hand!"

Even as the younger male screams in protest, yelling at Karma that he's innocent, the older man only studies Jungkook carefully when he spoke, taking in his angry eyes with heaving breathes as a moment from his past flashes in his mind.

Not only recognizing him from the club.

But from farther back.

And suddenly the pimp whispers, "Raven?"

Jungkook's whole mind sudden shuts down.

The blood in his body stops circulating and his heart probably dropped to his fucking stomach and burned against the acid. In an instant moment, just by that simple word, he's rushed back to those screeching memories of his tiny self clawing the wooden walls with his bloody finger nails along with his screams, begging to be released from his containment. Later being forced to do things by a man that a child should never do, a man he made sure to find and dig a bullet through his head once he got into his gang when he became leader.

However, that name.....

That's the name they called him by.

Raven.

And this man before his eyes suddenly clicked his mind, along with his son. They're the ones who were in charge of the sale with Jungkook to his owner. The ones who sealed the contract and bounding Jungkook to a pimp who he has not been able to find in any part of this globe.

But they both were there.

They dragged him away from his large home, letting his scream and cry echo the night sky since they took him while he was asleep, threw him in the back of a van to take him to his new destination where he spent four years of his life.

That horrid realization sends a strong shiver down Jungkook's body and he finds himself choking through the memories, unable to move a single bone on his body.

The man, Park Miso as Jungkook remembers, suddenly smirks to the sudden connections before his eyes, "Ah yes, I knew you seemed very familiar. Playing with the bad guys now? Not surprised. You were always good at pleasing them."

By now Jungkook's whole body is shaking in anxiety as he goes back to that time where he was defenseless and drugged, forced to go under harsh treatments and markings against his skin and the sudden fear of reliving those moments crawls his better judgement.

No, I can't go back.

I can't go back there again.

Why can't I breathe?

I can't-

Abruptly Park Miso's head is suddenly blown to pieces, causing bits of his skin and blood to spat against Jungkook's skin as it slaps him back to what the fuck is going on right now. His breath continues to rush unevenly while Sungjin screams to his father's sudden death before his eyes.

Jungkook didn't kill him.

Slowly the ravenette looks at the table, meeting the shooter behind the assassination, only to be met with Karma's blazing eyes as he moves the gun to point to the younger male on the chair.

He looks absolutely livid.

"Speak now before you end up like your father too," He snarls angrily with every intent to keep his word.

Jungkook is still in shock, trying hard to push those thoughts away and not let it get to him, but it's blurring his vision like a fucking hypnosis.

His own personal curse that he can't escape from.

"Jewels! Okay! Ask to speak to Jewels at the at the Peacock club! She's the person who has mentioned JM to us, she knows where he is!" The young pimp screeches, tears streaming pathetically down his cheeks as he finally gives in.

Jewels.

She's definitely a familiar name.

And Jungkook's sudden cold demeanor returns back, staring at the man with hooded eyes, "Such a good boy," He praises coldly with a sudden smile, "However, you did hide this from us."

And Jungkook angrily pushed his fingers back, snapping and popping every single one of his bones with just a small perk before piercing a bullet through his hand with the gun. The pimp screams in utter agony as he hugs his hand to his chest while the ravenette throws the gun to the table and walks out of the room, not wanting to be in there any second longer.

He just needs a moment or two to catch his head back to what's important, and it's finding Jimin. He finds Jimin, gets Yoongi, maybe kidnaps him away to turn him in to the authorities behind Karma's back - since that is the right thing to do.

He will deal with Karma somehow, most likely by piercing a bullet through his heart. All he knows is that he needs to keep his head focused, no matter how deadly these matters are to his traumatic past.

Someway somehow, Jungkook has to suck it up, and it has to be before those memories ends up being the cause of his own death.

A hand suddenly grips his arm as he was in the mist of walking down the hallway, whirling him around to meet the intense eyes of Karma himself.

What the fuck is it now!

Can't I get a moment alone in peace!

Minutes passed that they didn't say anything, only intensely glare at each other before Jungkook suddenly got annoyed and yanked his arm from his grasp, "What? Expecting me to get you two more pimps for you too?"

Karma narrows his eyes at his agitated tone and crosses his arms over his chest, "You pried information out in less then thirty minutes, much faster than my dear cousin did. However, you chocked and made yourself look weak so that obligated me to come to your rescue, as always. Now tell me, who was that man to you?"

Oh so he thinks now he has some upper hand over me now?

As if.

He can know everything about Jungkook, read his whole like a damn book, but he won't know what it was like to experience those horrible things that he did personally.

Never again will Jungkook let his life be manipulated by anyone again, he will still have control over it, even if it means working with the darkness to get to his freedom.

So he only rolls his eyes, "Just like you like to hide yourself underneath that mask, I have one too and I'd rather not let you take a nice peak at what lies under it just because you asked me," He snarls lowly, glaring harshly at the mint green haired male.

Karma only gives him a one eye over, snorting behind his mask, "Guess we aren't so different after all," He drawls out with a softer tone, a sudden gleam flashing his eyes that Jungkook wasn't quick enough to grasp since he suddenly turns around, "Come, we have a job to do. Let's go find our precious lamb now, shall we?

That's all Jungkook needs to care about right now - Finding Jimin, because no matter how far in his memory he remembers the man, he will never forget his burning marks on his melanin skin or his heavy tears as he let Yoongi do whatever the fuck he wanted to do with him.

As long as Jimin is beside Jungkook now, the ravenette will not let a single man touch a hair on his head ever again.

Even himself.

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A/N:

Alrighty, things are about to get intense from here on out.

Get ready lovelies!

I PURPLE YOU! <333