Chapter 9: I no longer see light as the darkness consumed me

Jungkook’s POV

“Yo Jeon Jungkookie” the boy with lavender hair raised his hand, waving at my way. I made my way lazily towards the group where I could see Yoongi and Hoseok taking a sip of their drinks. I rolled my eyes at Namjoon “Stop calling me with that pet name you gave me” I took a seat beside Yoongi.

“What is wrong with Kookie? I thought I was the only one who got to call you that” he smirked. Namjoon had always been a big tease; he would go around calling me ‘Kookie’ and embarrassed me in front of my client. I snatched the glass of alcohol from Namjoon’s hand and drank it one shot. Three years ago, I had been through a lot of . It changed my whole life, I no longer see bright future in me, and the dark consumed me.

*Flashback*

My mind went blank, my body stiffened at this horrifying sight. My dad was tied up to a chair and savagely beaten. He looked horrible and I could see my mother frightened face. I dropped my bag, tried to reach my parents but I stopped as I heard my mother muffled scream, shaking her head in fear. I felt a hard pang on my back and I fall down kneeling with a groan ‘What the hell is happening’ my mother’s tears cascaded down heavily.

I clutched my fist; trying to stand up instead I felt a pair of legs pressing my back down. The weigh was too much for me to handle, the person had one foot on my back and pressing his steel cane at the back of my skull. The men rolled me over as he stepped on my chest, smirking.

I had no idea who he was; I couldn’t remember my father ever made any illegal loan from them. Our family always had a stable financial and who was this guy. His tattoos were visible, he looked bulky and that murderous eyes sent chills down my spine. “So this is your son?” he snickered, tracing my face with his cane.

“Do not touch my son. I told you I am quitting this sick job. What do you want from me?” I heard my father’s voice boomed in anger. ‘What kind of job? I thought father has always been a butcher. His business is doing great right? His sale soars high every year, he even give supply to big company’ I needed closure.

“No no, you are not done. What makes you think I will let you jeopardize our business? You agreed to do these s years ago, and you are aware you are in no position to back down aren’t you? We have gone through a lot Gisoo, we were out from police radar. No one knows about our filthy business and it made us who we are now.” The man eyed me while continued spat nonsense.

‘What filthy business?’ I coughed feeling his cane went straight stabbing my Adam’s apple. “That was when you told me, we only needed to do this for few more years. You have gone too far from doing drugs to human organ trafficking, are you insane? I am not a murderer. I might be desperate years ago because I needed money to give my family a good life. But, we never agreed killing life” my father yelled.

“Drugs..what? Human organ trafficking ? What the hell was that???” I widened my eyes, sending the man above me a death glare. I fumed in anger; I did not understand why my father would lie to us. I couldn’t accept the fact that he was using dirty money to raise me, that money ran in my blood.

“Oh, your poor child has no idea about your second job, Gisoo?” he sneered, slowly let go the cane from my throbbing throat. I coughed, catching my breath. He ordered his men to stand me up as they held onto me tight, cornering me against the wall.

“Don’t you know, your angel father is a leader of a drug rings? I am his business partner. Nice to meet you, Gisoo’s son. You can call me Big Max” I almost snickered at the ridiculous, cliché name. “You lied, my dad is a normal man. Why would he lead a stupid drug ring, if his business is doing well?” I frowned; deep down inside I was hoping this was all nightmares. I did not want to accept that my father was capable enough to commit such crimes.

Big Max shook his head amused “You are naïve. I like that. The business was real, your dad started off as a loser butcher, but after two years he started the business it was not doing that well. Your father accepted my offer as I have a better and brighter future for both of us. Just like me, your father was desperate to raise you and give you a good life. I suggested him to continue with his stupid business so the public would not be questioning his wealth. Let’s just say it was a way to cover our track. Thanks to your father, we were out from police radar. We were living without worries and it clicked me. I started to get bored of supplying drugs and I wanted to start something new. I found out we could get more from organs selling. Isn’t that a thing nowadays?” I gritted my teeth, disgusted.