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

[𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓾𝓻 ]⁵

As the world seemingly hushed in anticipation of the upcoming morning chaos, because the act of claiming another
mafia's territory was similar to signaling
war.

However, Jeon Jungkook remained unfazed. This territory was innately his, a realm where all bowed to his authority. He personified an unstoppable force, capable of erasing betrayers and enemies to ashes effortlessly with a mere snap of his fingers.

Because Swearing by his very existence he had declared that anyone involved in selling innocents or attempting harm would experience a world turned upside down. Now, Jungkook was poised to unveil the true extent of his ruthless nature to those who dared to defy him.

After Ordering his gang to transfer the strippers to the designated 'safe palace' as agreed, Jungkook took a decisive action. Simultaneously, the manager and that drunken bastard were escorted to his basement.

Their daring move to provoke Jungkook ensured they would receive a special treatment, one that mafia boss was determined to deliver.

And Park Jimin?

In an eerie silence, he sat next to the mafia boss in the moving car, en route to the hospital.

Jeon's private hospital.

Where they served both personal and public needs, offering nearly free-of-cost treatments that surpassed those available in government facilities. Equipped with advanced technology and staffed by well-trained doctors around the clock, it provided a level of healthcare unparalleled in its accessibility and quality in whole country.

Engulfed in contemplation and overwhelmed by the recent events, Jimin had refrained from looking anywhere but at his lap. The profound impact of everything that unfolded still lingered in his thoughts.

In a moment of despair with no escape in sight, a perilous Mafia unexpectedly came and rescued his life. Coming out of the confines of that club after enduring months of captivity, Jimin found himself engulfed in an intense mix of relief, shame, disgust, and confusion.

The overwhelming emotions suffocated him, leaving him in a silence that echoed the profound experiences he had endured.

As Jungkook drove, he subtly turned to sneak a glance at the boy, internally grimacing as he observed the burns painted across his neck.

Unfazed by the severe cuts on his own neck, the Mafia boss remained stoic. Yet, an unusual compression was gripping his heart witnessing Jimin's numbed state.

In an attempt to ease the suffocating silence within the car, Jungkook cleared his throat and turned to look at Jimin.

"So you are a dancer?" The mafia boss's question carried a hint of lameness, considering the evident fact that Jimin played that role in the club. Nonetheless, he made an effort to initiate the conversation between them.

Jimin blinked emotionlessly, as he responded with the most neutral expression "Not just a dancer."

He actually acknowledged the harsh truth that he was more than that - a victim forced into the role of a prostitution and used for others' pleasure.

Jungkook couldn't disregard the pain in Jimin's voice, a haunting reminder of someone he had seen endure similar kind of torment.

"J-jungkookie baby promise me y-you won't be like y-your appa- y-you'll never hurt someone- p-promise eomma that you'll never be like him-p-please jungkookie for eomma?"

"E-eomma, p-please don't cry, I promise we'll go away from here- we'll go far away just don't l-leave me, I'll not let appa hurt you ever again-"