~Demons and Angels~
Marriage has always been a curse to Jungkook as a Boss of the Jeon mafia. Along with the death of his love, all good in life had been ripped away from him. With hearts as cold as ice and a temper most feared, Jeon Jungkook ruthle...
The sound of a tall man's hurried step could only be heard in the quite lengthy passageway. Some little dim lights were saving the whole lobby from being fully gloomy. The shady black colour wall was also making the whole place so unpleasant. One could faultlessly reckon this spot as a demon's den without any suspicion.
At the end of the hallway, the tall person eventually arrived in front of a gate, where a signboard was bound to the door that mentioned “ JJK ”.
It's his privilege that he didn't have to knock, he could enter the room without any permission so he held the knob and twisted it to open.
A man not so tall as the latter, 24 years old, wearing a black coat with black trousers with black boots was back facing the tall man, his ebony hair was so long that it was stroking till his neck. He was staring at the pictures, dangling on the wall, there were a total of four pictures that were hanging and the fifth place was still empty.
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(A/N: It's his dress, Sir let me live)
The first picture contains a picture of a beautiful lady who had long black hair and was playing with a small boy. Also, a man was standing a few distances away from them with a grinning face.
The second picture contains a picture of another beautiful lady who was kissing the man.
Another picture contains four people in their formal all-black dresses, only two people laughing and back hugging others.
And the fourth one was his big portrait.
The tall man sighed and shook his head.
“Jungkook we have bad news, they again charged at the drug storeroom of our main branch, we have to do something as soon as possible to secure our every contract ” - The taller man, who is wearing a transparent glasses, around his mid-twenties uttered, with an anxious face, which had suitably erased his prominent dimple smile.
“Namjoon Hyung, Calm down and Sit first ” - Jungkook enunciated in his very cold dominating tone, lazily turning away to sit in his swivel chair, his cold aura was very captive and his ice fierce gaze could make any person pee at any moment.
“Kook, If the Wang family anyhow joined with Park then, things will be so hard for us ”- Namjoon informed, sitting him on a chair beside the table.
"Things have never been easy for us, hyung" - The younger boy opened the drawer to pick a picture, he caressed it then again put it back just to take out his gun." Until we fight our asses off, moreover contributing our beloved persons or aspects or countless things. So what we need to do is fight "- he clasped his gun tightly and aimed it towards the flower vase which is situated over the wardrobe at the corner, then pull the trigger and the vase broke into a million pieces in a fraction of a time.
