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jungkook wakes up to something cold wet enveloping his figure, eyes immediately snapping open and a yelp of shock escaping his lips. sitting up, he assessed the situation and now found his hair and clothes soaking wet and clinging to his skin.

"w-what the fuck?!" the boy shrieked and rubbed the water out of his eyes to clearly see the psychopath in front of him smirking and holding a now empty bucket.

"wake up, jeon. it's time." jungkook blinked a few times, wide eyes scanning hoseok who stood cockily in front of him, the hilt of his gun visible from where it was tucked into his black cargo pants.

time for what? death? that actually sounds nice right about now.

"blindfold and gag him. bring him to my office." he couldn't even process what was happening before two bulky men walked right up to the shivering boy on the floor, tying an opaque piece of fabric around his eyes and securing what felt like a ball inside his mouth. jungkook felt the chains around his wrists undone only for tighter metal to clasp both behind his back, not even a second later — no time for him to retaliate or resist.

a deep, raspy voice whispered in his ear suddenly, making the younger flinch and shiver out of instinct to the warm breath on his cold skin.

"we are about to have so much fun, jungkookie...so much fun."

hoseok couldn't help but smirk as he watched the boy be dragged away upstairs, trying to thrash from the grip of his men. this jeon kid really has no idea what's about to come for him. he'll definitely wish he was dead.

time for jeon jungkook to man up and play with the devil.

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three days prior.

"jimin." the mafia boss keeps a hand on his gun as he enters the bedroom of his right-hand man, huffing a bit at the sight of two naked boyfriends snuggled in each others' arms.

"what.." jimin only grumbled in response, his arm tightening around the slim waist of his boyfriend who let out a small whine and smooshed his face further in the elder's chest.

"this isn't your private time, fucking is over. get dressed." hoseok snapped at him, pulling the heavy blanket off of their bare bodies.

the shortest of the three immediately glared and sat up, not ashamed of his nudity as hoseok would never look at him anyways. they insulted each other's dicks enough at younger ages that it was pointless to be ashamed of each other's lack of clothing nowadays. taehyung just curled up with his lips in a pout, but his boyfriend paid no attention, like always.

"who shot their load into your cornflakes this morning..?" jimin rolled his eyes and shuffled to grab his usual ripped jeans and white shirt, waving off his friend.

"i'll get ready then. i'm assuming you want something from me too?"

hoseok leaned against the doorway to the room, spinning the barrel of his gun in a bored manner, something to keep him occupied while he impatiently waited for the younger male to hurry and become presentable again.

"possibly. either way you are required to obey me so, does it matter?"

a small hum comes from the other side of the room as jimin pulls on underwear and his tight clothes, adding a black jacket on top of his white button up.

"true. but i won't know how to help unless you tell me what you want, sir." the spinning barrel stops and hoseok snaps his gaze up, hand gripping his gun until his knuckles are white.

"don't get smart with me, park." he snarls and stuffs the weapon back under his belt, waiting until jimin tied his boots up and walked over to him with a chilling smile.

"whoops, sorry. now what do you need, boss?" hoseok sighs and looks over to where the male's boyfriend was peeking out wide-eyed from behind his pillow, clearly trying to listen in on the conversation without getting involved.

so the leader looks back at his friend and nudges to the hallway with his head, jimin closing the door behind them as they exit.

"this is about jeon huh?" the shorter one asks, all seriousness now taking over as he hushed his voice slightly. knowing taehyung, he'd already be pressed against the door to listen in. it would not be the first time.

"i'm not killing him. i have decided to turn him into my little...puppet we could call it. i need him to never question or think twice about my orders, which obviously judging from his high resistance state now, is going to be quite a challenge."

jimin huffed out a small laugh and picked at a scab on his arm, ignoring the bright red liquid that began oozing out of it.

"oh, and remember what happened when you tried that to...you know...it didn't work. manipulating will just make him go insane, which could possibly be good, but could also be bad. you may end up losing all of the reigns on him."

hoseok holds up a hand, eyebrows creased in thought and slight worry.

"yeah yeah i know, but there may be a different approach this time." fumbling with a paper in his pocket, the elder unfolds it before thrusting it out for his accomplice to take.

it occupies a moment for jimin to read the writing and completely process it, but when he does, the paper is dropped on the ground silently, a small gasp following.

"d-devil's breath?" a short nod followed his astonished voice.

"are you crazy? this could kill him instead, it's too risky. and there is no way it will last long term without something going wr-"

"jimin. what does it matter if it kills him? he wasn't useful now, i am just looking to make him more useful instead of rotting in that basement and giving me a few bruises once in a while. jeon is weak...but it's his emotions and his morals that make him like that. we are just forcing his mind into a blank void, what's wrong with that?"

jimin stares at the boss for a moment before sighing and picking up the small white slip again, re-reading the writing as if it really read as something different.

"how are we even supposed to get this...it's only in Colombia or some place like that right? we barely have any contact in south-america as it is." hoseok shrugged and checked his watch before sighing and giving the male a knowing look.

"this is your job, so find a way. i want it in three days, no more, no less." and with that he walked off, leaving jimin staring blankly at the paper in his hand.

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"you're weak, jeon, and we all know that. but i can tell you are somewhat smart, perhaps your daddy did teach you something after all." hoseok snickered and looked down at the boy, a fresh red mark painted on his cheek from when he decided to have a mini outburst just prior to him entering.

the younger makes a muffled noise behind the gag, some frustrated tears drying on his pink cheeks. his hands were still bound and he was without ability to talk, but he could clearly see with his doe eyes again, now glaring at the man that stood in front of his kneeling figure.

"here we do a little exam before my men are allowed to be a part of my mafia, to see how healthy they are and how strong they are." a small smirk appeared on the bosses lips as he crouches in front of the trembling boy who still shivered from the cold water dumped on him before.

"you are useless either way, but maybe we can shape you up hm?" hoseok gently pinches the boy's chin to hold it steady in place, his piercing eyes locking with the younger's big brown ones, now teary again.

"now...be good, jeon. prove to me you're worth while." he snaps his fingers and one of the men brings him a small baggie with a white substance that could almost look like cocaine, although judging from the situation, jungkook knew for a fact that it wasn't.

it was then shoved against his nostrils and the boy immediately closed his mouth and refrained from inhaling the unknown drug, face slowly turning pink from the lack of oxygen in his body. hoseok only smirked and watched him, knowing that he would need to exhale and inhale again in a matter of seconds.

sure enough, jungkook couldn't hold it any longer, and the second he allowed himself to breathe, the drug entered his system, eyes becoming droopy and his head spinning slightly as he tried to process his thoughts and sights again, but finding it extremely difficult to do so. a psychotic laugh came from the man in front of him as he held the younger's head straight with both hands, a devilish grin plastered on his face.

"there we go, come out my little bunny."

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Written by -mooniris