HATE TO LOVE YOU || TAEKOOK || JIKOOK || MAFIA AU

[𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻]¹

Third person POV only

⚠️Violence alert⚠️

"Is he the right one?" queried a subtle voice of a specific raven, his endlessly dark eyes intensely focused on puncturing holes into the heap of trash before him.

"Yes, Jeon. He was the one delivering them," stated one of his men, prompting the raven to clench his jaw in bitter annoyance.

Signal was given and his subordinate unveiled the culprit's face, exposing today's feast for their wild dogs.

With a bruised face and a disheveled state, the individual squinted through the bright yellow light swinging overhead, mirroring the precarious dance of his life teetering on the seesaw of Jeon's mercy.

"Umphh-umphh-" he squirmed, resembling a pathetic fish gasping for air, attempting to convey words through his tightly bound mouth.

The mafia boss peered into his soul with a penetrating gaze, his dark orbs revealing a mysterious depth. Provocatively, he poked one side of his cheek with his tongue while his head tilted in a posture of absolute dominance.

A cascade of raven flick falling over his eyes, while his forehead remained exposed, casting an aura that could only be described as the embodiment of the God of Handsomeness. Like if something could be more hot than fire, the pleasure would have belonged entirely to Jeon Jungkook.

His attire painted a canvas of his perfectly dark existence - a black shirt melding seamlessly with jet-black jeans, embellished by a leather jacket. The boots he donned carried an imposing weight, seemingly capable of shattering bones beneath every step.

Dressed as if in preparation for the funeral of his cherished prey, his ritualistic attire was clinging to him like a shadow.

The raven extended his neck, motioning for his men to promptly release the captive's mouth, and his command was swiftly executed.

"JEON FU*CKING JUNGKOOK- I swear if you killed me it won't be good for you--" the man boldly declared the moment his mouth was unshackled. His first act? Attempting an audacious threat against the Mafia boss?.

Unhn~ not so smart one.

The Mafia boss clicked his tongue and sighed disapprovingly, his expression stoic and unwavering. It seemed like an unwanted task was laying ahead - one he had avoided until now, or perhaps secretly desired. Regardless, the man had brought it upon himself.

Violence

The slow, teasing tap of Jungkook's leather boots echoed against the rugged basement floor, calmly indicating the upcoming disaster. As he approached his chair, he nonchalantly placed one shoe on the side arm, his intense gaze bore into the person whose eyes were already fraught with fear.

Despite attempting to threaten the most dangerous man alive a sense of dread gripped the man as he was on verge to piss in his pants out of dread of the devil.

"I wasn't planning to end you, but now that you've challenged me~ I do enjoy challenges~" the Mafia boss taunted leaning dangerously close to him. He extended his hand, heightening the tension in the air he signalled his man to hand him the dagger.

His favorite dagger.

Mingyu placed it into Jungkook's hand, and he accepted it with a reverence as if it was a precious antique.