{choice}

Tugging at his wrist, Jungkook couldn't help but let out a pained hiss through gritted teeth, face squinting as the cold metal of the handcuff dug at his skin. He sat against a living room floor, one wrist handcuffed to the small table. 

After the brawl, Jungkook had found himself in the hands of 'Bangtan' as they called themselves. They had lost no time in throwing him into their van and driving him back to their home base. 

Ivy and ferns grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. The mansion loomed proudly behind creaky iron gates, flanked by rows of skeletal trees crowned in crimson, swaying gently to the chilly winter wind. At its threshold stood a delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic as it resonated in the surrounding silence. Upon entering the mansion, Jungkook had noted that there were only two stories, a large overbearing staircase cascading into the centre of the entrance room, the floor made from polished marble. The rooms were very minimalistic, the living room where he sat thankfully carpeted in a soft white material, making up for how painfully tight the handcuffs were against his wrist, slowly digging into his now irritated red skin. 

"Trust me." Jungkook groaned for the tenth time, "I'm not after you guys." he sighed, rolling his tired eyes before leaning himself against the table. 

Whilst Namjoon leant himself up against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, Jimin was crouched down in front of Jungkook, eyes sharp as he clenched his teeth, "I still ain't buying it." he spoke lowly, "There's just no way a dude from the Jeon syndicate located all the way back in Busan just walks into another gangs shop so casually." he spat, before raising his hand, jabbing a finger painfully into the serpent tattoo against his arm, "Especially someone from the main family."

With his free hand, Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. They had figured it out, these guys definitely weren't just a bunch of goons, they were damn knowledgeable. The Jeon crime syndicate had three different types of serpent tattoos. The main members had a snake coiled around three wilting roses, the higher-ups had four and the main members of the Jeon family had a total of five roses.  

Clicking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, Jungkook faced the two males in the room, "Look... I get this looks sketchy and all, but you've gotta believe me here!" he exclaimed, slightly tugging on his restraint, "I seriously just want a coverup! I don't associate with that gang anymore."

Drawing in a breath of air, Jimin rose to his feet, arms crossed over his chest as he looked down upon the male uncomfortably seated on the floor, "How do we know that's what you actually want?" he scoffed, soft tuffs of orange hair falling softly over his raised brows, "For all we know you were trying to catch us off guard." he stated, recalling back to how surprised he was at the male's tattoo. "Jeon Jungkook, son of the boss man."

"For fucks sake... he's dead to me!" Jungkook shout. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment Jimin knew for a fact that behind those angry eyes was a pain untold. 

Jungkook drew in a deep breath, the burning hard stare not faltering as he continued to speak, "He can go die in a ditch for all I care." he growled through gritted teeth, chest heavily rising and falling as his breathing began to unsettle. There was a moment of shared silence between the three males, a moment for Jungkook to regain his composure, letting his eyes fall shut as he steadied his breathing, "Your gang would've attended most of the yearly syndicate dinner parties, right?" he spoke calmly, deciding that the best course of action was to remain steady. 

From the corner of the room, Namjoon peeled himself away from the wall, uncrossing his arms from his chest and slipping them into his pockets instead. Raising a brow he took in Jungkook's words. Every year, there was a gathering of gangs in Seoul, a night where all fighting and grudges were pushed aside for different leaders and higher ups to mingle and learn about one another. As much as Namjoon hated the idea of them, he always attended none the less, never revealing his identity... but still being present. 

Namjoon gave a small nod, "We do, yes."

The corner of Jungkook's lip momentarily twitched into the smallest of grins before his expression fell flat once again, "Then you should know that five years ago was the last anyone saw of me there." he began to explain, "You should've seen me at the gathering at least once... my father practically flaunted me as his soon-to-be air to the business." he spoke, watching as Namjoon became noticeably intrigued, pursing his lips as he concentrated on Jungkook's explanation. "He hasn't been able to for five years, because I escaped five years ago." The brunette confessed, growing tired of having to prove his innocence. 

Momentarily widening his eyes Namjoon strode over to the living room couch, taking a seat on the lounge situated in front of Jungkook. The male placed his elbows on either one of his knees, leaning forwards as he rested his head against his hands, "You must be seriously skilled then." he spoke lowly, eyes burning into Jungkook's "It would've taken a lot of planning to escape from a syndicate with such a large network." he gulped, "It's impossible almost."

Jungkook gulped, "Trust me... it took everything out of me just to flee." 

And to this day, Jungkook still wasn't safe. 

Taking a seat beside Namjoon, Jimin crossed his legs over one another, "I'm still not buying it... you could've gotten rid of this tattoo years ago then."

Every time the bloody midget opened his mouth, Jungkook just grew angrier. With every accusation they made Jungkook had swallowed his retort and just answered calmly, spoken and moved on. But that only made it worse. 

Because Jungkook felt himself about to snap. 

He blamed his short temper on his father, how at a very young age he was taught not to deal with other people's bullshit, to use actions before words. With his suppressed anger boiling deep inside of him, Jungkook's knuckles went white from clenching his fist too hard, teeth gritted from his effort to remain calm. The tattoo on his arm was beginning to burn once again, his skin releasing a feeling of animosity - burning, slicing, throbbing.  

Jungkook's body was tense with rage, so when Jimin parted his lips to speak once again, Jungkook mentally snapped. 

"FINE!" he shout, burning gaze locking with Jimin's, "you want me to prove I'm on your side...?" 

Before Jimin could even process the situation at hand, Jungkook had already launched into motion. With his free hand, Jungkook reached up to the table he was cuffed to, snatching a single glass vase from the wooden surface. The water along with the flowers spilt out onto the carpeted floor as Jungkook gritted his teeth, smashing the object against the corner of the table. The vase broke into smaller pieces of glass, littering against the floor as the light reflected off its surface.  

Squeezing his hand around a thick shard of glass, Jungkook rose the makeshift weapon, eyeing the bold serpent tattoo on his throbbing forearm, "Then I'll fucking prove it!" he exclaimed, squeezing his eyes shut as he swung the sharp, cutting edge of the glass towards his skin. 

At this stage Jimin's heart had leapt from his chest, eyes horrifyingly wide as he launched towards the brunette, "WAIT!"

Silence.

It's a funny thing, oddly calm but tense at the same time. 

Jungkook didn't feel the glass digging into his skin, no, but rather a tight, vice like grip around his wrist, stopping him from nearly slicing into the inked skin where his tattoo flourished. 

Warm trails of blood seeped from the palm of Jungkook's hand, a result of gripping the object to hard. The blood rolled down his heated skin, dripping from his elbow and falling vibrantly against the pure white carpeting. So without drawing the scene out any longer, Jungkook let the glass slip out from his hand, watching it fall to the floor. 

From the couch, Jimin let out a drastic sigh of relief, eyes glued on the male that was now standing beside Jungkook, "Yoongi." Jimin spoke, thankful for the male's presence. 

Letting out a 'tsk' Yoongi dropped Jungkook's hand. "Fucking idiot." the male cursed, voice intimidatingly low, husky almost. 

Swallowing hard, Jungkook turned his head to face the male, eyes scanning over him. This so called 'Yoongi' guy was noticeably slender, black loosely fitted clothing hanging effortlessly over his form. Strands of blonde hair poked out from underneath the male's black cap, sharp feline eyes shadowed as he bent down in front of Jungkook's form. The male was almost ghostly in comparison to Jungkook's more tanned complexion, small cut on the side of Yoongi's lip bright red against his skin so pale. 

"Bad choice kid." Yoongi spoke up, removing his black cap from his head and tossing it aside to the floor. It was only now Jungkook could see the male's unshadowed face, blonde hair falling just over the male's lashes, almost hiding his silver eyebrow piercing underneath "no one here is a good enough medic if you bleed out." he spoke flatly, as if he didn't care whether or not someone died on the living room floor. 

Clicking his tongue against the inside of his cheek, Yoongi took a seat in front of Jungkook, the male noticeably smaller in structure compared to the built male before him. But despite Yoongi's smaller frame, his intimidating aura made up for it. "Look, I don't doubt that you have family issues and all... but seriously." He leant in a little closer, eyes locked with Jungkook's, "You now know one of our primary bases, the tattoo parlour." he spoke, letting out a bored sigh as he slipped a hand into the inside pocket of his black bomber jacket, "So now... you get a choice."

Jungkook couldn't help but frown at the male's words. 

Yoongi cocked his head towards the lounge behind him, "Namjoon over there has seen your skills, no doubt you have some." He sincerely complimented, not disregarding the fact that it took four of their members to catch him, "So here's your choice." he spoke flatly, wrapping his lengthy fingers around the metal object stuffed inside his jacket, before slipping it out. 

Jungkook managed to keep his composure as Yoongi revealed a single handgun from under his jacket, resting it against his knee. Although it had been five years, Jungkook had seen enough horrifying things in his life to not be phased by the sight of a single gun. 

Yoongi's eyes were lidded with boredom, "You're either on our side, by our side..." he paused as he rose his weapon to Jungkook's head, pressing the cold metal barrel against his skull as he clicked off the safety, "or in our fucking way." 

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Yoongi that's not necessary-"

"So choose wisely kiddo." Yoongi continued, disregarding Jimin's concern as he stared down Jungkook directly in the eyes. Jungkook couldn't help but let his lip twitch up into a smirk, this guy wasn't one to play around with... Jungkook liked it, Yoongi would be a tough guy to kill out on the field. 

Oddly calm, Jungkook let out a breath, "I can't be on your side... I don't even know what your gang is involved in." he scoffed, raising his free hand as he boldly pushed the gun away from his forehead, "But I can be by your side if that's what makes you feel at ease." he shrugged, taking up the offer. 

To be honest, the only real thing that scared Jungkook was the Jeon crime syndicate. They were on another level compared to any gangs in this city, and although Bangtan was probably not enough to take down his father, he couldn't help but feel a little more secure in the arms of another gang. 

With a grunt, Yoongi stood to his feet, slipping his handgun back inside the pocket of his black bomber jacket, 

"Good choice."

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{Author Note}

Lets get this story rolling shall we?