Mafia Boss (taekook ff)

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Jungkook's POV

"Hyungie, are you done?" I asked my best friend, my voice laced with both excitement and desperation.

Jimin sighed, shoving the last piece of toast into his mouth before standing up. "Yeah, Kookie, I'm done. Now let's go find a job."

I nodded eagerly, but deep down, anxiety gnawed at me. "I really hope someone hires us, hyung. I need money for eomma..." My voice trembled, and I felt the sting of unshed tears in my eyes.

Jimin cupped my chin gently, forcing me to look at him. "Yah, Kookie, don't cry. Your eomma will be fine. The moment we get our first salary, we'll take care of her, okay?" He flashed me his reassuring smile, the one that always made me feel like things would be alright.

I sniffled and nodded. "Yes, Hyung. Let's start job hunting!" I tried my best to smile, even though my heart was heavy.

Author's POV

Another day passed with nothing. No job, no money, no hope.

Jungkook slumped against a park bench, his fingers curled into fists. "Hyung, another day with no job... My eomma... she's going to die if we don't do something soon!" His voice cracked as hot tears spilled down his cheeks.

Jimin sighed heavily, sitting beside him and pulling Jungkook into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Kookie. Maybe we're not fit for any jobs... We didn't even finish college." His voice was full of guilt and frustration.

Jungkook wiped his tears roughly. "No, hyung. We can't give up. Let's go home and try again tomorrow. We have to keep trying." His voice was weak, but his resolve was strong.

The two stood up, their bodies drained from exhaustion. They were too lost in their thoughts to realize the looming danger ahead. A white van screeched to a halt right in front of them. Before they could react, masked men jumped out, their eyes filled with malicious intent.

Jungkook's POV

"Come with us!" A deep voice ordered as strong hands grabbed at us.

"Ahh, hyung!" I cried out in panic, my heart hammering against my chest.

Jimin grabbed my arm, trying to shield me. "Jungkook, run!" he yelled.

"No! Hyung, I won't leave you!" I protested, struggling against my captors.

"Go, Kookie! Go to your eomma!" Jimin shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

Tears blurred my vision as I hesitated, torn between running and staying by his side. But before I could make a choice—

"Not a chance, kiddo!" One of the men sneered, pressing a cloth to my face. A strong, sickly-sweet scent invaded my senses. My body grew heavy, my vision fading into darkness. The last thing I heard was Jimin's frantic screams before everything went black.

Auction House

"Next item! A young, flawless male with milky skin. Bidding starts at 200k!" The host announced.

"500k!"

"550k!"

"1 million!"

The numbers kept climbing, my unconscious body being sold off like an object.

"Is that the final bid?" The host smirked, scanning the crowd.

"25 million, final!" A deep voice cut through the air, silencing the room.

Gasps echoed throughout the hall. "A-Are you sure, sir?" The host stuttered.

"I am." The bidder's voice was unwavering, dripping with power and confidence.

"Sold!" The host finally declared with a wicked grin.

Taehyung's POV

"25 million?!" Hoseok blurted out beside me, gaping at the bidding board.

"What the fuck, Hoseok? Are you serious?" I turned to him, raising a brow.

"Let him, Taehyung. It's just a penny for us," Yoongi chimed in, draping an arm over his boyfriend's shoulder.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I'm bored. I'm leaving." I was about to turn away when Yoongi suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"Wait, Taehyung. Look at that one." He pointed toward the stage.

My eyes followed his gaze, and when I saw him—

I froze.

A petite male stood under the dim lights, his body trembling in chains. His dark brown hair was messy, his large, doe-like eyes filled with terror. But despite the fear in them, they held a spark of defiance. His lips quivered, his skin almost glowed under the lights. He looked... perfect.

I smirked. "150 million, final." My voice cut through the bidding war like a blade.

The host nearly choked. "A-Are you sure, sir?"

"Did I stutter?" I snapped, annoyed by the unnecessary questions.

Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged knowing glances.

"You're planning something, aren't you?" Yoongi mused, raising an eyebrow.

I smirked. "Tsk, we're not actually paying. Hack their system."

"Already done." Hoseok grinned. "Let's get our boys."

Jungkook's POV

My head was pounding when I woke up.

Groaning, I forced my eyes open and found myself in an unfamiliar room. Panic surged through me as I glanced around. My heart clenched when I saw Jimin hyung lying beside me, still unconscious.

Before I could reach for him, footsteps echoed in the room.

Three men stood before me. One was tall with striking features, another had sharp cat-like eyes, and the third had a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Who... Who are you?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

The tallest one, the one who gave off the strongest aura, spoke first. "We bought you." His voice was deep and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

Bought?

My blood ran cold. "No... We need to leave! My eomma is sick, she needs me!" I pleaded, desperation gripping my chest.

The cat-eyed man sighed. "Tsk, you're unlucky. Got yourself a noisy one."

The mischievous guy chuckled. "At least he's cute."

I glared at them. "Who are you guys?! And why are you holding my hyung?"

Before they could answer, Jimin groaned beside me, finally waking up. "Argh... Where are we?" He rubbed his temples before his eyes widened. "Kookie?!"

I turned to him with tears in my eyes. "Hyungie... We were kidnapped. They bought us..." My voice broke at the realization.

Jimin shot up, glaring at the men. "You bought us?! What the fuck does that mean?!"

The tallest man—the one who had bought me—stepped forward, his voice firm and cold. "It means... you belong to us now."