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[confidenceatitsfinest]

The Fire Was Screaming Out Your Name (And I Watched You Burn) Ch. 7

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Description: Mafia au

Jungkook was Jimin’s most trusted right-hand man. While Jungkook is dutiful and devoted towards Jimin, their relationship and past is slowly unveiled, but not without turmoil and conflict.

Author’s Note: I AM BACK! With a short chapter this time, but I’ll be working on the next part since I’m in quarantine with more time to do things. 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Crossposted on AO3

Jungkook tilted his head to the side back and forth, rolling his shoulders in an effort to relieve some of the ache from staying in the same position for so long. Despite so much training and multiple recon missions, having to stay quiet and still managed to drain him every time. It’d been five hours since he had stationed himself in an inconspicuous spot in front of Jeon Wonwoo’s home, close enough to monitor any movement but still within the blind spots of the cameras lining the perimeter of the large house. Jungkook had taken a caffeine pill earlier, but it did nothing so soothe the tension he felt in his triceps and lower back.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, trying to get rid of the edges of tiredness he felt creeping onto him. Then, he noticed one of the lights turn on in the second floor office. The curtains made it difficult to see anything clearly, but he could make out the shadow of what he presumed to be Jeon Wonwoo on the phone. The man was pacing back and forth, hands making wild gestures. Jungkook wondered what had the CFO so frustrated. He made a note to install some bugs when Jeon left for work the next morning. The call had lasted an hour, five minutes, and thirty-four seconds. Jungkook had counted with nothing better to do. Who knows, the information might come in handy later. For the rest of the night, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and before he knew it, Jungkook witnessed the first streaks of sunrise.

From what he had gathered, once Jeon Wonwoo left for the company, he would not return until the clock hit at least 9 P.M. His wife and kids were also out of the house by 9 A.M. and wouldn’t return until later that afternoon. The housekeepers weren’t allowed in the office and the alarm system was turned off since people were in the house, giving Jungkook the perfect opportunity to do some investigating of his own. Of course, that didn’t mean it was easy to break in. There was no balcony or side entrance. Jungkook would have to break in through one of the bedroom windows. While he knew he’d be able to do so without being detected, it was still a tedious task.

‘Alright, time to get to work. I should make this quick so I can at least see if anyone suspicious wanders into Jeon Enterprises.’

Jungkook made his way to the tree branch closest to the master bedroom balcony, trying to minimize the amount of noise he made. On his way, he’d almost knocked a squirrel off, but quickly apologized mentally. If only he could be as unnoticeable as a squirrel in a tree. Life would be so much easier. He sucked in a breath before making the leap to the balcony’s guardrails to avoid the cameras and then hopped onto the square tile that he’d marked as a blindspot, landing solidly on both feet. Now that part was over with, time for the riskiest part. Jungkook peered into the bedroom. The bed had already been made and everything else looked to be in order, which meant the housekeeper wouldn’t be coming in any time soon.

He made quick work of the balcony lock and entered the room. It took him three minutes to install various listening devices throughout the master bedroom. Now, time to head over to the office two rooms down. He slowly opened the cherry wood door and peered out into the hallway. No one, as expected. Without wasting time, Jungkook quickly slipped out and towards the office when he heard voices coming up the staircase.

‘Shit, I swear I better pick this lock faster than I ever have in my life. I don’t want to kill any innocent people if I don’t have to. Jimin hyung would be so disappointed if I did.’ His eyebrows furrowed as he fumbled with the door handle. Jungkook breathed a soft sigh of relief as he heard the quiet click and made his way inside. He closed the door as gently as possible and turned around.

He bugged the whole room the same way, but didn’t put as many to avoid possible detection. Jeon Wonwoo’s office looked like any normal home office, but Jungkook knew it wouldn’t be locked off it didn’t have any secrets. He looked for any safes first since those usually contained the most sensitive information. He ran his hands along the walls, searching for a hollow spot or any place that looked to have more marks than usual. His fingers ran along a groove and he couldn’t help the smile that lit up on his face.

‘Aha, found you.’ He pressed around the edges to look for a button and found one at the top right of the square he’d mentally traced out. Jungkook wasn’t sure if pressing the button would send an alert to Jeon Wonwoo so he wouldn’t risk it for now, but knowing it was there was helpful.

Jungkook combed through the desk drawers until he found the bottom of the top drawer suspiciously unstable. Knowing that people like this liked to keep things hidden but close at hand, there had to be something relatively important. He lifted the bottom of the drawer to find a thin file hidden underneath. A false bottom drawer, just as he thought. Jungkook opened the file to be faced with a picture of himself.

Jungkook almost dropped the file in shock. He felt his heart rate increase and watched as his hands shook, holding the papers. Why did they already have his picture? How did they even know all of this information about him? His age, blood type, height, weight. All of his basic information was listed.

He turned the page to find more pictures, but these made him freeze. They were worn photos of Jungkook. These photos, they were undeniably him. Except he was a child, no more than maybe four or five years old.  

‘No, even I don’t have these photos. How? Who are these people? Who am I?’ Jungkook quickly looked through the rest of the documents, hoping to find answers to his past, but found nothing more than pictures of him with Jimin at the party. Those were expected, but his childhood pictures. He hadn’t known they existed until today.

Jungkook turned his head quickly when he heard the sound of footsteps nearing. He quickly put the file back in place neatly and hid underneath the desk. He held his breath until the voices were too far away to hear. He needed to go back to Jeon Enterprises soon. With whatever materials they had on him now, something was bound to happen. He needed to be cautious now, but all that filled his mind were questions and uncertainties. From his past, he’d only remembered being at the tender age of twelve when Jimin had found him and taken him in. Before that, everything blurred together in a whirlwind of bitter cold and starvation. Past those two years, Jungkook couldn’t remember anything. Not a single memory or fragment of a memory.

‘I need to ask Jimin hyung how and where he found me when I get back. This is insane.’ Jungkook cursed quietly, realizing the implications this had not only on him, but on his precious Jimin hyung’s safety. He had to get out of here quickly. Getting back out was easier than coming in, and Jungkook was back on the motorcycle towards Jeon Enterprises within minutes.

He punched in Seokjin’s number on his burner phone quickly. He never called Jimin in order to protect him and his privacy.

“Jungkook-ah, what’s up? Are you hurt? I thought you were still on your assignment.” The man’s soft, concerned voice filled his ears through his earpiece and he couldn’t help but relax just a little.

“I am, hyung, and I’m safe, but I need to you to tell Jimin hyung something for me.”

“Yeah, of course. What is it?” Jungkook loved how Jin never asked many questions and just trusted his fellow members like he trusted Jimin.

“Can you tell him I’m going to be back earlier than expected and that I really need to see him once I get back? In approximately twelve hours, hyung.”

“Sure, Jungkookie. Just don’t get into trouble, alright?”

“You know I won’t, Jin hyung. Have some faith in me, hmm? I’m the best at what I do after all.”

“Alright, brat. Don’t get cocky or you’ll really get yourself killed and your poor Jin hyung won’t have anyone to taste his concoctions.”

“Yes, yes, will do, hyung. Okay, I have to go. I’ll see you when I’m back, thanks.” Jungkook hung up, feeling better after hearing a familiar voice.

He eyes narrowed in concentration again as he parked a block away from the Jeon Enterprise headquarter building before finding a place to do some spying. It was broad daylight so finding a dark, hidden spot was harder. He managed to find a rooftop, propped up with a pair of binoculars. He trained his line of sight towards the entrance and raised it to the top floor where Jeon Wonwoo’s office was every five minutes. Nothing had happened yet, but he couldn’t afford to lose sight of anything.

A black car pulled up to the curb of the building’s entrance, catching Jungkook’s eyes. A man stepped out, surrounded by bodyguards on all sides. Jungkook squinted, trying to make out the vague features as the man’s back was turned to him. When the man turned to tell the driver something, Jungkook gasped. He recognized this man. He’d seen his face in numerous files. He’s seen his face at parties and social gatherings Jimin attended.

This man was Park Jihyun. Jimin’s uncle. Successor to Park Incoporation if anything ever happened to Jimin’s own father.

What was he doing at Jeon Enterprises? Did Park Suwoong have knowledge of this?

[confidenceatitsfinest]

The Fire Was Screaming Out Your Name (And I Watched You Burn) Ch. 6

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Description: Mafia au

Jungkook was Jimin’s most trusted right-hand man. While Jungkook is dutiful and devoted towards Jimin, their relationship and past is slowly unveiled, but not without turmoil and conflict.

Author’s Note: New year means new chapter for this fic! Yay!!! 2019 was honestly SO HAHA YIKES for me so here’s to 2020 being a better year for mental and emotional health. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I’ll see you in the next one!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Crossposted on AO3

Jimin frowned, gripping his fountain so hard it was almost at the point of snapping in two. He had really not expected to delegate any of his time or attention to the Jeons this early when they weren’t even a threat to him yet, but even he had to admit that Suwoong’s words sparked an undeniable awareness of their growing monopoly over key territories. These were territories that could bring billions of dollars in profit in the right hands and there was no way Jimin would give up his portion so easily.

There was a knock and the door opened to reveal Kim Namjoon, standing tall in his black suit. Jimin relaxed a little, at least he still had the Kim’s and Min’s on his side.

“Namjoon hyung, what brings you all the way here from Ilsan?” Jimin stood up to move to the plush leather seating area.

“I wanted to see how you were doing, Jimin-ah, plus I have some information I think would be useful to you.” Namjoon took a set across from Jimin and leaned forward, clasped hands resting on his knees, a serious expression taking over his features.

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Seokjin hyung, do you mind getting us some tea?”

The older male, still standing beside the door, nodded before leaving, casting a worried glance at the two powerful men. Even heknew, if Namjoon was here in person it had to be something crucial. He just hoped whatever it was wouldn’t disturb the peace too much. There were too many people he cared about within these walls.

“Jimin-ah, I understand that right now, the Jeon’s are no match for you even if they used all of their men. However, from my data, their power is rising exponentially and it won’t be too long until they become a threat, not only to you, but us as well. We need to regroup and make sure the balance is kept the way it is.” Namjoon’s eyebrows were furrowed, hands clenching and unclenching.

“I wasn’t expecting us to need to intervene so soon, but I can’t say I didn’t see it coming eventually. Well, this is going to be a shit show isn’t it?” Jimin crossed his legs and leaned back, he could feel a headache starting to form behind his eyes.

“Better to be safe now then sorry later I suppose. There’s also something else you should know, Jimin-ah.” Jimin narrowed his eyes, Namjoon rarely ever looked hesitant or uncertain, but right now he looked very reluctant on saying whatever he was going to say.

“You might as well spit it out, hyung, how bad could it be?”

“I’m not going to say anything is one hundred percent confirmed, but I had my people dig as deep as they could into the Jeon’s family history and one of your men’s names was in their records.”

Jimin froze. Deep inside he already has a suspicion and the curiosity was killing him, but another part of him wanted to prevent Jungkook from getting too involved, especially considering the way he had found the younger boy. “It’s Jungkook isn’t it? Tell me everything you know.”

Namjoon nodded grimly, “Thing is, we don’t know much except his name was on their family tree from the year he was born but all information was erased and he hasn’t appeared in their records since five years before he joined your faction. The man Jeon Jungkook is a walking ghost, Jimin-ah. Are – are you sure he can be trusted so close by your side?”

“Namjoon hyung, with all due respect, any one of my men would gladly throw their lives away for me,” except Jimin would do the same for Jungkook, though he would never say that out loud with so many risks, “the only difference is he would take down at least ten of my enemies before going down himself. Regardless, I do appreciate you caring enough to tell me these things.”

“Alright, you know I trust your judgment when it comes to your men. We’ve had Hoseok-ssi and Seokjin-ssi’s help enough times to know your training is effective. I’m going to meet with Yoongi hyung soon and then we can all talk about our next steps. I have to go now, but take care…Jungkook-ssi too.”

With that, Namjoon stood up to leave, casting one last concerned glance at Jimin before opening the door. He bumped into Seokjin who was holding a tray of tea, startling the older male.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Seokjin-ssi. Please pardon me.” Seokjin only nodded and stepped aside to let him pass. He couldn’t help but think, ‘Since when did he even remember my name?’

“Jimin? Do you still want the tea? I wasn’t expecting you two to finish so soon.” Seokjin sent the tray down on the table beside the mafia leader.

“Yes, thank you hyung. Could you tell Hoseok hyung to come see me once he’s back?”

Jin nodded, “Let me know if you need anything else, Jimin. I can make you a home-cooked meal.” He quietly slipped out of the office again, despite the typical uninterested expression Jimin always wore, Jin could tell he was exhausted.

Jimin closed his eyes and tilted his head back, he needed to take inventory of his arsenal and crack down on training the newer members of his faction. There was no room for mistakes now and he had to be prepared. He had to be ready for whatever came at him, but if that meant Jungkook would turn his back and betray him like that, he’d… No, Jungkook wouldn’t do that. It’s ridiculous to even consider the possibility. His Jungkook would never.

Maybe sending Jungkook out on a recon mission wasn’t the best idea. If Namjoon knew about his connection with the Jeon’s, there’s a chance they did too. Despite sharing the same last name, Jimin didn’t know what they could do to Jungkook if they ever got their hands on him. Blood didn’t always mean a pleasant, familial relationship as demonstrated by his own interactions with his brother.

At this point, there was no use in worrying about Jungkook. He hated to leave things to unfold on their own, but this time he’d have to trust Jungkook. There wasn’t anyone else he trusted in more, no one who he believed was skilled enough.

It was two in the morning when Jimin finally settled into bed by himself. While he usually slept by himself, having Jungkook beside him for a few nights once in awhile made him crave the contact again and again. Now that he was alone in his bed, there was much to think about, too much to think about and his mental capacity had already been drained by today’s events. He closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, tomorrow would be another frustratingly eventful day.

Jimin never really understood why people missed other people, didn’t understand what it meant to long for someone. All he ever felt when he was younger was the longing to leave people, to get revenge, to slaughter, to make them feel the pain that they inflicted on him. He only ever experienced something akin to comraderie and fondness when he first became the head of his own organization and gotten closer to Yoongi, Taehyung, Namjoon, and even Seokjin and Hoseok whom he only intended to establish a subordinate relationship with. Otherwise, he didn’t have any connections of affection to this world.

Then he had found Jungkook, merely two years younger than him, but looking so much more innocent and helpless than Jimin. He didn’t know why he felt such a need to take him in and make him so strong, Jungkook wouldn’t even remember what being weak felt like. That night, Jungkook looked at him like he was the world, doe eyes sparkling with admiration and an overwhelming devotion that Jimin had never seen directed towards him before.

From that point on, Jungkook became the closest person he’d ever let near him and the only person Jimin had ever admitted to himself that he missed. And right now, alone, cold sheets against his skin, he missed Jungkook.

Jimin turned on his side and stared at the empty space next to him. When Jungkook came back, he was going to have the younger sleep with him. With that thought, Jimin began drifting off.

“…pathetic. Look at you, groveling on the floor. You weren’t born to be trash, but here you are.”

Jimin cried out in pain as a foot struck his abdomen once again. “Pl-please, please stop. I’m sorry, s-sorry. I’ll do better, please just stop.”

“You dare call yourself a Park with so many failures? You are a disgrace to our family name. It’s disgusting to call this pathetic excuse of a son my next heir.”

Jimin cradled his tender cheek, a bright red handprint making his jaw throb, a reminder of the disappointment he was. He backed up into the corner, tears and snot running down his face.

“How dare you hide yourself from me?! You can’t even take one hit and you want me to let you do things your way? Hah! I’ll teach you a lesson, boy, and we’ll see who’s method works best.”

Ten-year-old Jimin screamed, crying and begging, curling into a ball in a last-ditch effort to protect himself from the blows that were coming.

“…s-stop, hnnnn, don’t – ” Jimin woke with a gasp, silk pajamas sticking to his sweaty skin.

“Fuck, why can’t that asshole die already…” He brushed his fingers through his damp hair, face scrunched up in frustration and an underlying anger.

Jimin stripped out of his clothes and turned on the lights to his bathroom. He look at himself in the mirror. His jawline was now chiseled to a sharp angle, body tight and fully capable of fighting, eyes hard with determination. No, he wasn’t the same sniveling and pitiful child anymore. He tore his eyes away from his own reflection and got under the piercing cold spray of the shower. Jimin stood there in silence and hated how he could still feel those phantom remnants of the blue and black bruises that used to litter his body. He hated how he still remembered what it felt like to move an inch and feel like his body was caving in on itself. Hated how it still felt so fresh, so vivid in his mind.

Jimin didn’t even notice when he started to scratch at his neck and chest. Bright red streaks stood out against the paleness of his skin from the ice cold water. All he could think of and wanted to do was to stop the feeling of those too-tight hands on his body. Why did he let himself endure that treatment? Why didn’t he fight back, yell something, anything? Why did he suffer for so long? Why was he so weak?

Jimin wanted to scream, anger bubbling under his skin. Leaving the Park family wasn’t for his sake, it was to spare the lives of his bloodline from his wrath after he’d gained his own power. Whatever he had now was no thanks to his family, but he could accredit his ruthlessness and his drive for revenge to them. Family was just a formal term at this point. Those people were nothing more than cockroaches to him now, only contacting him to ask for money or help. As if he would give them anything. All of them, heartless bastards.

Except his mother…his poor mother who had suffered from illness until the end. It made sense that she was different, she wasn’t from the society Jimin was in right now. She had unknowingly stepped into this ring of hell when she fell into the trap of love. With her last breath, she still defended the importance of love to him.

‘Jungkook-ah, whatever happened in your past, I hope you didn’t have to endure as much as me. For your sake, I hope so.’

[confidenceatitsfinest]

Can you kindly kindly finish your lovely fic on ao3 called The Fire was screaming your name (And I watched you burn)? Its amazing and I want to read more of it.

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