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Jungkook can just see around the doorway. June(Jungkook's boss) is squirming and kicking, trying to get away from the dark, almost sinister look the man is giving him. He starts to babble loudly, slurred versions of please and let me go blending together as bloody saliva pools just behind his lips. Jungkook can only watch, and it's like he's stuck in a trance.
He is petrified where he stands, but he can't make himself move away. His attention is brought away from his boss (June) as the man moves to circle around his desk.
“You know, you're pretty sick”the man says coming to a stop directly in front of June, a rather high pitched moan of fear spilling from his spit soaked lips as the man smashes his foot down between June's legs. “Ah ah ah, shhh, we wouldn't want to cause a scene now would we. I don't want to have to cut your pretty little tongue off.” the man says as he leans in closer.
June flinches harshly but doesn't make a sound. The man pulls his foot away, and walks over to one of his bodyguards, their hands opening to reveal what looks like a rolled up tool bag.
“Do you know how many lives you've ruined, Mr. Kim.” the man says and he unrolls the bag over his desk. In the pack was a variant of sharp and dull tools. Jungkook can feel his stomach rumble in discomfort, somehow he knows what's coming. The man hovers his hands over the shiny metal, before settling over a sharp pair of long thick nails. He pulls them out along with a small metal mallet looking tool and smiles wide and too innocent for the current situation.
“To many”, he says as he turns around to face June. “Are you scared?’ The man says, watching June struggle, then he suddenly snaps his fingers, and one of his bodyguards steps forward with a wooden bite block, and two leather straps with thick hooks on the ends. The bodyguard and the man looked at each other then with the help of the other two bodyguards, they strap June’s arms down to the chair, tightening the leather until his hands turn red from the pressure.
June starts to struggle some more and crystalline tears drip down his cheeks as he panics and babbles for mercy. Short lived it was, as two of the bodyguards suddenly rips his head back by his hair and use their large fingers to hold his mouth open. The other guard wedges the bite blocks between his teeth and hooks the straps behind June's head.
The three bodyguards then nod at their boss and go back to stand against the wall. June is bawling by this point, tears streaming down his face, red tinged drool dripping from his chin, still struggling as if he could still save himself.
His begs for mercy make Jungkook scoff as he hears his boss pray to god. Nobody could save him now, and certainly not god with the vile thing he's done. Even with the bitterness Jungkook feels for his boss, the sight of the older man's current situation still makes him feel like he might throw up, his hand now permanently glued to his lips to prevent him from making noise.
As confused and scared as he is he really can’t look away. It was somehow entertaining to him. Like when he was a kid and he would purposely look for gore on the internet. it was something to marvel at, and as dark as that sounds, it was just that, something of a shock that was disgusting and disturbing but intriguing enough to stay and watch.
The next time Jungkook looks up, the man is thanking his men as he plops down on Junes lap, the exposed skin of his mid-drift brushing against Junes wide bulbous stomach. Jungkook guesses that the way the man plopped down hurt considering the pig-like squeals escaping his bosses gaped mouth.
“Juney, Juney, June” the man says, still holding the nails and mallet. “I trusted you to make this space safe for all of the people working here. Instead you choose to betray me and abuse my employees, my family ”. June whimpers quietly but keeps his eyes pressed together tight. “Oh, don't cry now, it won't help. It didn't help when Taehyung's sister was begging you to leave her alone. Right?” the man says with an evil glint in his eyes and a slight tilt of his head. “Please don't make it difficult, even though you betrayed me you still hold a place in my heart. The man said as he leaned in close, his lips just kissing the outer shell of Junes' ear. “I’ll make this as painful and slow as possible.”
It was like a damn broke as June started to sob and gasp for breath, quiet gabled sorry's and forgive me tumble from his mouth. “Shh, stop your crying now, you've made your bed now lay in it.” the man says. “ Here's what's going to happen. I am going to torture you slowly and you are going to sit here like a good boy. For every noise you make I'll take a tooth. Alright?” At that June’s breathing spikes and he cries and babbles on and on about how sorry he is and how he’ll never do it again. But, the man didn't seem to be buying it, his face continuously monotone and un-moving.
By the end of June's spiel, the man looks as passive as before save one bulging vein on the side of his head. Both men stared at each other for a long time before the younger man stands abruptly. He turns away from June, nails in hand, mouth open about to speak, but suddenly Jungkook was staring straight into the man's eyes. Jungkook's breath gets caught in his chest. A cold anxiety sweat breaks out across his skin.
They stare at each other for a long time, a long smirk spreading across the man's face. Jungkook jerks away from the door and at the last minute decides to run away, he runs and runs until he gets back to the lobby of the club and hides behind the bar. He swears he's having a panic attack, he can't believe what he just witnessed. It felt like a scene from a movies, but only this wasn't a movie that really happened. “SHIT” he thinks to himself, “fuck fuck fuck” he says under his breath. What if they come after him, after him? Jungkook’s chest constricts painfully tight at the thought. “What have I done?” He thinks once more. That man could literally do anything he wanted. Jungkook doesn’t have any family other than Min, and the police are outta the question; they never did anything good for anyone around here. Jungkook stands up and braces himself over the bar console. Maybe everything would be okay, maybe the man didn't actually see him.