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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin,
      Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin,
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Additional Tags:
      jikook_-_Freeform, Violence, trigger_warning, Blood, Dom/sub, Drugs,
      Alcohol, Gore, Abuse, namkook, Thriller, super_crazy, Mafia_AU, Pain,
      Sexual_Abuse, Jeon_Jungkook_is_a_drug_cartel_leader, Park_jimin_is_a
      teenager, depressing_family, min_yoongi_is_a_drug_lord, Jung_hoseok_is_a
      drug_lord, Kim_taehyung_is_a_drug_lord
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-24 Updated: 2017-08-12 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2983
****** ShellShock *Mafia AU* ******
by Kawaiisushigun, Patdkookie
Summary
     “Well I’ll be damned, it is him. They finally caught the rat.” Jimin
     slowly starts to recognise these two men from multiple police reports
     and the locals descriptions. The one who spoke was Ace and he’s
     accompanied by Blue. Fear shot through his spine like a bullet.
     “Hey don’t be so rough with him, we have to warm him up. Remember?”
     Blue speaks with a lighter, and somehow more comforting tone. - “B’
     will be mad if we ruin our guest without his permission…again.”
      
      
     Inspired By:
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9omadSnX9HY
Notes
     Jeon Jungkook- Bombshell “B” (19)
     The Leader of Shellshock
     The company was handed to him by his father
     The leader of the most powerful group in South Korea
     Never seen by anyone but his main workers
     Gets things done quickly but painfully
     Will not hesitate for anyone
     Anyone who dares to look him in the eyes, consider them dead
      
     Kim Namjoon- Black Sabbath (24)
     The Leader of Yonaji
     Thinks everything through 6 times with varying results
     Has been with the company for years
     Was the main operator for Jungkook’s father as well
     Taught Jungkook how to fight
     Will take down anyone who looks at him wrong
      
     Kim Seokjin-Boomerang (28)
     The Hacker
     The right-hand man of the Jeon family.
     Calm under pressure
     Can hack into anything
     Will die for any other member
     Genius.
      
     Min Yoongi- Shiv (26)
     The Dirty Worker
     Obey or die
     Trigger happy
     Will kill you if you step out of line
     Once killed a man for not laughing at his joke (seriously)
     Has been around forever
     Listen to him, and you’ll live
      
     Jung Hoseok- Ace (26)
     The Robber
     The best of the best
     If you can think of the crime, he’s done it
     Has killed more people than he can count
     Look at him too long and he’ll steal your soul
     Sticky fingers is an understatement
     Gets the dirty work done
     Often partnered with Min Yoongi
      
     Kim Taehyung- Blue (23)
     The Beggar
     Does anything to get praise
     Would kill for a meal
     Stupid but skilful
     Once robbed a bank unarmed in the middle of the day
     Can talk himself out of any situation
      
     Park Jimin- The Boy (17)
     The Boy
     Was never supposed to be here
     Innocent to an extent
     Too young to be in this place
     Smart but not wise
     Will stand up to anyone he can
     Not afraid to die
     Jungkook’s bitch.
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***** Chapter 1 *****
Scene 1: “The Capture”


     “What’s taking so long…?” Jimin mumbles under his breath, knowing the
dangerous chances he’s taking. The flickering street lamp is the only light
he’ll have before long, the light glowing through the visible breath leaking
out of his lips.  Every noise he jumps to, worrying that it might be  this
time that something goes wrong, scrunching up into his jacket even more. Even
though he hasn’t had very much, or any luck at all in his life he still hopes
that maybe things will turn out alright. Lost in thought he doesn’t hear the
footsteps slowly approaching him. He turns around expecting his client but is
instead faced by two lean, yet tall men. Within seconds the horrible
realisation finally hit him. Fear flew through his eyes as he tried to defend
himself by throwing up his arms to block the incoming impact. This was it. The
twist of fate. And to this, the curtain falls, to a dark, foreboding crimson
red.


Scene 2: “Tied up”
     “ W….where am I?”  Slowly coming to, Jimin realises the dire situation
he’s in. Opening his eyes sent a painful shock wave through his head, where the
men had struck him down. Wincing at the pain, he shut his eyes once more,
listening to the very little sounds that were surrounding him. He could tell
there was someone watching him, either through a camera lens or in person. He
also understood that there was no getting out of where he was sat when he felt
the tight ropes holding him down. Crisscrossed around his shoulders, to his
wrists, to his ankles. “ This is where it ends…”  Was the only thought that he
could process at the moment. The dull ache pulsing through his head. He could
feel the way his small frame was sat in the chair, slightly leaning towards the
right as his head hung low. He fluttered his eyes open to be met with a dull
grey room, with a single bare Edison bulb hanging above his head. Looking
around, he was alone. Just as this thought sunk in he heard footsteps heading
his way. He immediately tensed, preparing for the worst. The door flung open
and sounded like thunder against the cement walls. In came two men both with
surprising, and strikingly good looks for the current circumstances. One with a
wide stance, resting a baseball bat roughly on his shoulders while the other
playfully rested against him.
     “Well I’ll be damned, it is him. They finally caught the rat.” Jimin
slowly starts to recognise these two men from multiple police reports and the
locals descriptions. The one who spoke was Ace and he’s accompanied by Blue.
Fear shot through his spine like a bullet.
      “Hey don’t be so rough with him, we have to warm him up. Remember?” Blue
speaks with a lighter, and somehow more comforting tone. - “B’ will be mad if
we ruin our guest without his permission…again.”
     “Speak!” Ace demands Jimin to defend himself or at least try to help his
case. Just seeing him silent infuriated him. With the sudden outburst of sound,
the small boy in the chair jumped as high as possible, while still tied down.
His heartbeat was beating at an inhuman speed as he looked up at the two
captors. One seemed more playful than the other, but it could always be a sick,
twisted game. The ropes began to dig into Jimin’s skin as he tried to situate
himself in a more comfortable position. Both men were staring at Jimin like
they had never seen a teenager before.
      “Welp. I guess we should play with him a little before B gets here.” Blue
steps away from his partner in crime into better light. In doing so the true
beauty of his figure was exposed. With a perfectly symmetrical face and tall,
yet lean form, Jimin couldn’t help but stare in confusion. He would never be
seen as a criminal in public. As he starts to approach, a booming voice echoes
throughout the room, stopping him in his tracks. Heavy steps soon follow after.
 
Scene 3: “Pink to Red”
 
     “Now, what the fuck do you think you're doing?” the roaring voice echoed
through the cement hallway. Both men stood dead in their tracks, as a
rectangular smile rose across Blue’s face. Jimin peaked his head around the boy
in front of him to lay eyes on an even more attractive young man. Too young,
but I guess you could say the same thing for Jimin. You could see a black
polished hand gun resting in his left hand. Once more the boy’s heart rate
picked up. The new man had an almost menacing stature to him, as he stared
Jimin down across the room. He took a deep breath and ran his hand threw his
hair as he stalked towards Jimin much like that of a snake crawling towards a
prey. He was almost perfect looking.
     "I heard you had a little sister?" He paused and looked into Jimin’s eyes.
Jimin nodded his head just slightly to confirm this.
     “Well, do I have the gift for you then, rat. Blue!” he yelled making them
both jump.
     “Would you please, oh please bring in our guest’s welcome home present?”
His grin was evil and as big as the Cheshire Cats. A small child was then
dragged into the room from right outside the hallway. She was ragged and thin,
with a death grip onto the little pink blanket, which Jimin had recognised
immediately. She was no older than 5, yet the fear and pain in her eyes could
have easily been matched with that of a grown man’s. She was thrown to the
ground at Jimin’s feet. You could see as she began to reach for Jimin’s worn
out boots, a foot came down onto her small body. The foot belonging to no other
than the new men. Tears started to come streaming down Jimin’s face as he
realised what danger he had put her in.
       "Please, she's just a child, she didn't do anything wrong! Please!"
The new man whips out the black handgun that looks polished, and with one
glance, shoots the bullet into her right temple.The life draining out of her as
her final breath was released. Jimin looked defenceless and empty. His hollow
eyes slowly gazing at the small, broken little girl in front of him. The
realisation hit that this was it . His flower.  His breaths became small little
bursts of air as he was forced to accept what had just happened. He looked back
up at the man who had just killed the only light in Jimin’s life, tears flowing
down his cheeks, teeth clenched together, and lips separated.
     “Oh my dear, don't cry.” the man took a sudden soft turn to wipe the
tears, in an almost comforting manner. Jimin leant into the hand on his cheek
out of instinct just to be shot out of it as a large sound of skin on skin
contact rang through the air. Jimin’s cheek stung. The room was still.
     “Boys, dispose of this.” he pointed to the ground as he turned away from
the scene as he headed towards the door. “Oh, and give the boy some water. I
need his ready for my session tonight.” and with the flip of his hand, the door
had slammed behind him, leaving the three of them once more. Jimin couldn’t
look away from his little sister on the ground, dark red crimson pooling at his
feet. One last tear left his eye, and he could almost swear he saw a look of
pity on the so called Blue’s face. The small body was carried out, and a bowl
of water was left at his feet, unable to reach it, it was a pure torture
device. The heavy metal door closed once more, and there he was again, alone.
Frighteningly  alone.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Scene_1:_“Nightmare”
 
Shrouded in the never ending nightmares, Jimin is faced with the corpse of his
younger sister. With tears of blood, she begs him to come back home.
      "Why did you do this to me?" Says the girl with a heavy heart and a
hollow shell. She slowly approaches him, reaching out just to say,
     “Please, come back home.”
He's then suddenly ripped from his hell with a splash of ice cold water.
     “Sorry to be so rough with ya’, but B wants you to head up now.” Jimin’s
eyes widen at the sudden awakening, laying eyes upon the two men that he had
met yesterday.  
     “We’re going to untie you and take you to his office. I’d be shakin’ right
now if I were you.”
With that warning from Blue, Jimin starts to grasp the situation. He starts to
think of any and all possible ways to escape but decides that his best chances
were to cooperate. Afterall, he had nothing to fight for anymore. The two men
start to cut the rope away and roughly sit him up. Jimin looks down at his feet
were not even 6 hours ago his sister was shot and torn away from him. The
crimson stain stabbing his heart as if he had witnessed it again, and again.
The men shove him towards the small door frame. Once he steps out into the
hallway he starts to feel uneasy. Perhaps it was the warning, or the hot, thick
air. All he knew was that he was most likely going to die once he stepped into
B’s chamber. This thought made his heart sink. The men walk him through the
narrow corridor to a larger door with an emerald frame. He felt as if he was
looking into the eye of the beast as soon as he saw the words “Torture Chamber”
 printed on the centre. Jimin silently awaits the pitch-black void.
 
Scene_2:_“Pain_or_pleasure?”
 
B was by no means empathetic. He would be able to kill anything and everything
without blinking an eye. Much like a sociopath, he doesn't believe in allowing
your emotions to break the surface. However he wasn’t born this way, he was
created to be “Bombshell”, a cold blooded killer meant to please his father.
Maybe if his father even considered him as his child, with his own blood
swirling in his veins instead of a killing machine meant to lead, his future
could have been different. This, unfortunately, isn't the case. All these
thoughts crash through his mind like a freight train, slamming into one another
as he awaits his new guest in his “torture” chamber. He slowly sips the hard
whiskey, burning his throat with every taste. The door then creaks open,
bringing in unwanted light and outlining the three figures. A small smile
slowly starts to creep onto his lips.
     “Ah, my dear welcome,” B said raising his glass slightly as if he was
showcasing the room. Jimin’s heart jumped as he looked around, witnessing what
his future had in store for him. There was everything you could ever imagine,
just sitting there, staring back at him.
     “Do you like it Boy?” the voice came once more. He looked back at B to see
him smirking with the glass against his lips. Jimin was shoved forwards,
further into the room as the door behind him slammed shut, leaving the two of
them alone.
      “Well,” throwing the glass back down on the table beside him, he starts
walking towards Jimin. The dark leather boots landing heavily on the floor with
every step. The world tremored under them, Jimin tried to take steps back away
from him, only to fail by backing into a wall. His heart rate was through the
roof as he looked into the eyes of the psychotic killer who had just ripped his
little sister away from him. Jimin tried to be as big as possible, to not look
so horribly pathetic as true fear ripped through him. He knew that what ever B
had pulled him in here for was not going to be good. Especially because of the
look of pity Blue had given him before they threw him into the cage with the
wild beast. Jimin’s back hit the wall with a thud, B took another step towards
Jimin and placed his hand upon Jimin’s cheek, slowly gliding it down to his
jaw. A small chuckle escaped B’s lips as he grasped Jimin’s throat in a strong
hold. Slowly putting pressure on his oesophagus. An immediate reflex for Jimin
was to try to pry the hands off, but with fail, B laughed more. He was much
stronger than Jimin had expected, as he tried to grasp at the fingers around
him. B’s eyes burned into Jimin’s flailing form. After about 30 seconds of
this, Jimin’s face began to fall as the remaining oxygen slipped out of his
lungs. B took this as a time to stop. He wanted his prey alive when he
destroyed it. B took all of the force in him and threw Jimin down to the cement
floor, his body landing hard. Jimin laid gasping for air with tears in his
eyes.
     “I’ll show you pain and pleasure you’ve never felt before.” With this
statement, B picked Jimin up by the neck and dragged him to a table surrounded
by toys and devices. B threw him against the metal table and aggressively
pressed his mouth against Jimin’s, forcefully slipping his tongue in and
dominating. He wrapped his arms around Jimin’s back, not letting him escape.
Once he released Jimin gasped for air with cherry red cheeks, showing his
captor his inexperience. This only made B crave him even more. Jimin felt
horrible, his face and body burning with an anticipation that brought him
shame. B picked him up by the legs and sat him roughly on the table.
Conflicting emotions ran through Jimin’s head as B’s touch burned his skin.
Slowly B starts to take Jimin’s shirt off looking him in the eyes like a beast.
Jimin let out a little moan of pleasure and fear. He had never done this
before, and B could tell.
     “You belong to me,” B said biting his neck, leaving a large welt. Jimin
let out a little cry. Like a flip of a coin, B became violent and slapped Jimin
in the face just to follow it with another devastating kiss. Jimin sat there
questioning his body. “ Why are you acting like this? ” he asked himself.  B
ran his hands down his small thin torso, lightly nipping at the skin in various
places. Nails digging in wherever they seem fit, causing more cries of pain and
pleasure to escape the pillow like lips of the smaller boy.
     “Open wide...” He demanded as he plunged 2 fingers into the boy’s mouth.
Fingers hitting the back of his throat sending a gagging sound to ring through
the air.
     “Music to my ears.” He said as he shoved them in deeper causing Jimin to
shake in anticipation. He slowly pulled his fingers out, feeling every inch of
his mouth. The tension in the air could kill. And the anticipation for what’s
to come drove them both mad. B pushed Jimin down onto the table and started to
tie him down. Jimin was in a daze and could barely even stand. The ropes burned
into the exposed flesh. The coarse fibres of the material pinned Jimin down,
with strength greater than his own. Ties around wrists and ankles, with a
single line strung across the boy's neck. He was strung out like a doll, with
fighting limbs. Though Jimin knew that escape was impossible, fighting is. He
fought back with all of the leftover energy that he had saved up. His body
strained against the ropes, and B just sat there and watched. A wicked smirk
making his way to his lips. He ran his hands down the boy's small frame once
more, watching as he squirmed and writhed underneath his touch. He stood over
the boy with such dominance and power, that Jimin couldn't even move. The smirk
not moving from his lips, he reached down to the youngers crotch, slowly
rubbing up and down. Jimin’s breath caught in his throat, cursing his body for
reacting the way it did. A small chuckle arose from his captor’s lips.
     “You like that bitch?” B’s deep voice rang through the room as Jimin tried
to escape the touch.
     “Boss!” the door slammed open, smashing into the wall. B’s head whips
around, hand still on the boy, with a now very relieved look on his face. Ace
flies through the doorway with a sense of immediate urgency.
     “We have new intel about Yonaji.”
 
B stops to then look down at his victim, slowly gliding his up to his throat.
Clamping his hand down viciously one last time before whispering, “Whore.” B
then swiftly turns towards his subordinate, following him out of the chamber.
With a slam, Jimin is left bound to his stage.
 
Scene_3:_“Yonaji”
Ace and B make their way through the dark corridor, leading them up to a metal
door labelled “Security”. Bringing the door open with a slam B proceeds through
the room with a burning rage. He’s been looking for a reason to initiate a full
on gang war against Yonaji. With this new information, he’s ready to trigger an
onslaught. On a large screen above their heads they watch as the leader, Black
Sabbath; gain access into their main strip club, the Cat House. With his two
companions, Boomerang and Shiv he struts in as if he was the owner. Seeing this
filled B with a flaming rage.
     “Contact the manager. I want it on lock down now.”
     “Are we going in?”
     “Yes. Expect blood shed.” and with that final answer, B spins around and
storms out of the room preparing for battle.
End Notes
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