| JUNGKOOK |
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, feet propped on the polished mahogany of his desk. He listened as his lieutenant outlined the plan for their next operation. The Black Dragons were moving a shipment of narcotics through the docks within the next five days. A perfect opportunity to dismantle them.
They had been a persistent thorn in his side, disrupting his operations and costing him men. Jungkook was tired of the interference, tired of the bloodshed. He wanted a clean sweep, a decisive victory that would establish his dominance. The thought of silencing their leader, of finally crushing their organization, fueled a cold satisfaction.
He’d lost too many good men to those bastards. The memory of their faces, the weight of their deaths, ignited a familiar rage within him. He envisioned their boss kneeling before him, begging for mercy.
His mind raced through potential strategies, each more brutal than the last. The stream of thought was broken by Namjoon, his Second in Command, clearing his throat. Namjoon was the brains of the operation, the architect of their success.
“Jungkook!” Namjoon’s voice cut through the silence, drawing Jungkook back to the present.
Jungkook sat up, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the desk. “Did you catch a word of what I just told you?” Namjoon’s tone held a sharp edge.
“Not really,” Jungkook shrugged, his expression unreadable. “Mind repeating yourself? I promise I’ll listen this time.”
Namjoon sighed, then nodded. “I said we should move out early on Wednesday. Secure good hiding places before they arrive.”
Jungkook nodded. “How many men will be at the docks? How many will I need to send?” He needed to know the numbers, to ensure he wasn’t walking into a trap. “I can’t afford to lose any more men to those fucking bastards.”
“They’re sending a small party of five,” Jimin interjected, “to pick up the drugs. If we capture them, we can try to leverage them for information—the location of their hideout.”
“And if they don’t comply?” Jungkook’s grin was predatory. “I’ll carve it out of them. I’ve been itching for a good torture session.”
“Of course you have,” Namjoon said, rolling his eyes. “Okay, so I’m thinking me, you, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jackson and three others should head out there on Wednesday. I’m not going to make it five because that’s a fair fight then and you know I don’t like fair fights.”
A chorus of agreement rippled through the room. Jungkook smirked.
“We’ll sneak in, stay hidden. We need them to think they’re alone, to feel confident. No backup called in.”
“We’ll head out in two cars,” Namjoon said, placing a map of the docks on the table. Two locations were circled. “Team A—Jungkook, Jimin, BamBam, and myself—will take this section. Team B—Hoseok, Jackson, Mark, and Jaebum—will handle the other.”
“What’s the plan of attack?” Hoseok asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“We’ll split into pairs within our sections,” Jimin suggested, “and mark a Black Dragon member each. Easier to avoid detection.”
“If you want to kill one of them, please only make it three of them. I only need two members of them coming back here but we can decide that when we've got them all,” Jungkook said "Once we've got them, we'll all meet up in the middle and line them up, we'll chose the two weakest links to bring back because that gives us more of a chance of finding out where those fuckers hold residence, and for the rest of them do whatever you want with them."
“Yes sir,” the others responded in unison.
“Good,” Jungkook said, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. “I’ll hold another meeting in three days to finalize the plan. In the meantime, prepare your teams. Train hard, rest well. You’re dismissed.”
The room emptied, leaving Jungkook alone with his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up once more. In five days, he’d finally have leverage on the Black Dragons. He could finally take them down.
But little did he know, his plan was destined to unravel.
For now, he focused on the details, on the anticipation of victory. In five days, his life would take a drastic turn.
Would it be for better, or for worse?
His life was already a minefield of danger, but he knew, instinctively, that things were about to escalate.
This was merely the calm before the storm.
He closed his eyes, letting his worries fade into the darkness. A few hours of peace was all he needed.
He was Jeon Jungkook. His life was a perpetual cycle of chaos, danger, and now, looming uncertainty. But he would face it head-on, as he always had.