Jung Inc.
Jung Inc.
(Y/n) thought that her worst nightmare was over after the murder of her aunt, Hayoung. However, that is far from true now that Jung Hoseok has escaped prison. The accused now has five of the most intimate people to his case strapped in chains, demanding he be proven innocent before it’s too late.
Warnings: Mentions of murder & captivity. Future themes of blood, gore, and (possible) MCD
Chapter One
“Congratulations, you lucky five! I have hand selected each of you to help me kickstart my business into gear!”
I was shaking. My hands were bound in bracelet like chains that were connected to a desk. I could already feel my back sticking to the leather of an office chair from the cold sweat that formed while I was out. If I focused, I could remember what happened, but right now I was becoming parched at just looking at the man in front of the room. Even he was sweating through his plain white button up.
“Now.” His hands clapped together and I jumped. “I will give you each one box of documents to get started. All you have to do is transcribe them, sort them, and notify me when you’re done. However slackers will not be tolerated. I wanted only the best of the best!”
I gulped down a thick glob of my own saliva as he rolled a cart around. He slammed a file box in front of each of us. I sat at a corner, with someone across from me, and with someone next to me. I noticed how the man with sleek maroon hair only tried to smile and be upbeat. It made it even more unnerving in this situation.
He cleared his throat as he calmly walked back up to the front. He rolled the cart behind him and it was obnoxiously noisy as the wheels rattled.
“I’ll introduce myself. My name is Jung Hoseok. I’m the CEO, and you’re here to help me, okay? Just help me, and nobody will get hurt. I’ll provide you enough food and breaks - don’t worry. I’ll come back when lunch is ready, okay? It’s already past eight am, so let’s get to work!”
I watched as a boy jolted in his seat as Hoseok smacked the leather of the chair with cheer. We all seemed a little stiffened from this sudden action. We sat rigid and still as Hoseok slowly began to walk out of the room, the noisy cart following like a little pet. We were too afraid to say anything.
The heavy duty door shut with two clicks - locked. We were locked inside a single room, trapped to the desk with sturdy chains. We had a box by our stations, and there were computer screens staring us into our soul. I looked around to my blue-hued companions, and all of our eyes met as we silently tried to figure out what was going on.
We had one thing in common, however. We all knew who Jung Hoseok was.
“Where are we?” Someone’s voice croaked out. I looked to my left to see the only person on my side of the desk. The other three were sat on the opposite side. “What is happening?” Chains started to rattle as people began to haphazardly pull at them, testing their strength.
There was a loud gulp before a deeper voice rang out in the room, “It’s set up like an office. But...Jung Hoseok…”
Even sitting diagonal from the man who just spoke, I recognized him without shame. He had black rimmed glasses and clean cut hair. Even his voice exuded the amount of intelligence he had in his brain. He was a lawyer - one for prosecutions. He didn’t like to defend criminals, even if defense attorneys got more money.
“Kim Namjoon.” I spoke up in a shaky voice. I swallowed as I gained his attention. “Y-You’re the lawyer from the trial.”
His eyes could see me from over the computer, and there was a twinkle of sorrow in his eyes.
“Yes. That’s right. Who are you?”
I shook my head, “I’m..” I gulped as I looked down at my untouched keyboard. “(Y/n) (L/n).”
I squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden silence that took everyone’s breath away.
“I’m sorry…” Namjoon began, but I shook my head, wiping under my eyes as I looked up.
“No, it’s...I’m just thankful, I guess...that you were able to put him away, but --” I choked up as I looked towards the door.
How did Jung Hoseok get out of prison?
“No way…” Someone mumbled. As I cleared my vision of unfallen tears, I could see black hair. I calmed down as I tried to see if there was a connection. So far I only recognized Namjoon. “First the lawyer, then the victim? Aish...now it’s me.”
The man’s black hair bounced as his head hit the back of the chair.
“And who are you, exactly? We don’t exactly have times to be playing mystery games with each other. Let’s introduce ourselves properly - yes, I am Kim Namjoon, the prosecution’s lawyer in the case of the Republic of South Korea v. Jung Hoseok. And that over there is (Y/n) (L/n), niece of Kim Ha-young.”
Even now, when in such a corrupt and deadly situation, Kim Namjoon was still acting like a lawyer. Maybe he had been at it so long it developed into his personality. But maybe, his antics could get us somewhere and really help us.
“Okay, okay, Mr. Lawyer, let’s not be cool right now, we’re all scared. I’m Park Jimin. I was one of the lead journalists on the case - if you could even say that. There were at least a hundred of us trying to get our hands on it.”
“Park Jimin?” Namjoon suddenly scoffed, the blue light flickering off his glasses as he turned his head in disbelief. “The same who released those disrespectful pictures of the crime scene just to get more media coverage? How do you feel now that one of the victims are sitting in the same room, ah?”
Jimin sputtered as his chains pulled taut. He leaned over the computer screen and grabbed my attention with a look of open shock.
“Yah! That wasn’t me - it was the head corporate Lee Hye-Jin! He said we would all get bonuses if we got him those kinds of pictures! But it wasn’t me, I just benefitted from it. I swear - “
“Be quiet! Do you want that psycho to come back?! Sit down.” The boy with fluffy tan hair beside Jimin suddenly ticked. Jimin gave me an open mouthed expression of pity before plopping back down in the chair. My eyes were averted to the new stranger, who retained his looks, even after being through a struggle.
“My name is Kim Taehyung. I was an...old coworker of Hoseok. I don’t know why I’m here - I couldn’t even bear to follow the case. I just heard he was in prison and I was done with it.”
“What job were you coworkers with him?” Namjoon immediately leaned over to ask across the length of the desk. They were at total opposite ends of each other, speaking quietly as to not arise more suspicion.
Taehyung held up his head with his fingers as he sighed. He looked like he couldn’t be bothered at the moment, and was picking at the box before him.
“The current job he had when he committed the murder. His cubicle was right next to mine. I…”
I could see Taehyung’s expression flex as he looked down at the ground, completely away from Namjoon. Maybe I thought it was too tough for him to believe, but Namjoon saw more.
“Tell us everything, Taehyung. Do you want to get out of this?”
Taehyung only glared as he pulled on his chains as a threat. He leaned closer to Jimin to intimidate Namjoon.
“We get out of this if we play by his rules. He’s a very intricate man who likes his things in a particular order, so we should all just shut up and listen, and we’ll be fine.”
“We might.” Namjoon mused, but his tone turned dark, “But why would he let us go? He escaped prison - for what? What are we doing here and why are we the ones sitting at these desks? Sure, he might want revenge on me for putting him in prison. But why kidnap you, (Y/n), or a journalist like Jimin? Yah, who are you over there? Are you connected to this, too?”
Namjoon looked over to the man that sat next to me. He too, wore black hair, but in a different style than Jimin’s. He seemed to be the most scared in here, other than me, who couldn’t stop trembling at the very idea of Hoseok.
“I-I’m Kim Seokjin...I was Hoseok’s neighbor before...all of this. I was just about to move to my new address next week. I couldn’t stay there, next to a house where a killer lived. God, I don’t know why I’m here...He liked me, I thought he liked me, so I don’t...understand…”
Me and Seokjin were definitely in the same boat. Our voices couldn’t stabilize, we both were parched, and we both kept staring at the boxes in front of us, wondering what all of this meant.
Namjoon sighed as we all listened to Seokjin’s quivering breathes.
“At least we know that we’re all connected somehow...More so than others. It could be a coincidence. Jimin was just one of the many reporters, Taehyung was one of the many coworkers…(Y/n) was one of the live victims...It doesn’t seem to be all that random, though.”
“Then, then, then what’s with this bullshit? Huh? Boxes…” Taehyung mumbled to himself, straightening his posture as he began to dig through the messy files in his box. He took one out and rifled through it. The sudden ruffling of paper stopped as his breath hitched.
“What is it? Anything useful?” Namjoon questioned as he too took out a cramped file, about to open it when Taehyung spoke again.
“Police files. Like...official arrest reports.” Taehyung whispered as he softly began to page through the papers more intricately.
“No shit? Jesus…” Jimin sighed as he took one out as well, “What does he want us to do with all of these? I have report logs on evidence, but...these are all from different cases.”
The room went silent as I looked over to Seokjin. He was rigid in his chair, sweat creasing his bangs to his face as he shut his eyes. The good thing was that he wasn’t shaking anymore. His adam’s apple bobbed every time he swallowed, and his fingers pushed into the arms of his office chair.
As much as I didn’t want to, I took a file and whirred my computer to life. There was only one program installed on the blue screen, and it was Google Docs.
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Rip me for posting a BTS story on a Monsta X blog,,,, but I also really like what I did for it. Please lmk if you want to see Chapter Two! (I already have it done oml)