"Betrayal & The Mafia King" 👑 ( Complete)

chapter 1

kim mension

In living room

The Kim mansion hummed with its usual evening warmth, the living room a cozy chaos of laughter and chatter. The brothers sprawled across plush couches, their voices weaving a familiar tapestry of teasing and love, the Seoul skyline glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. But one presence was missing, a shadow absent from the family’s glow.

Jungkook :- “Hyung, I’m starving!” (he whined, pouting dramatically, eyes wide like a puppy begging for pizza.) 

Jin :- “Kookie, hold on, baby, let hyung whip up something for you,” (he said, smile soft as he leaned over the coffee table, already mentally flipping through recipes.) 

Jungkook :- “Hyung, fast, fast, Kook’s tummy’s yelling!” (he huffed, bouncing on the couch.)

Jungkook :- “I’m gonna get Tae-hyung, kay?” (he chirped, already halfway to the stairs.) 

Namjoon :- “Okay, baby, but don’t ru—” (he called, smiling, but Jungkook was a blur, gone before the warning landed.) 

J-Hope :- “He’s gonna trip, Joonie,” (he cackled, shaking his head, sunlight in his laugh.) 

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**In Taehyung’s Room** 

The door was a quiet barrier, muffling the living room’s warmth. Taehyung sat cross-legged on his bed, laptop glowing harsh against his face, fingers flying across the keys. The world beyond his screen didn’t exist—family chatter, laughter, none of it pierced his focus. A knock broke the silence, soft but insistent. 

Knock “Knock, knock,” it sounded, a familiar rhythm.

Taehyung :- “Coming, baby bun, gimme a sec,” (he said, a smile cracking his cold focus, knowing his Kookoo’s impatient pout waited outside.) 

Jungkook :- “Hyung, hurry, Kookoo’s legs gonna get tired standing here!” (he whined, voice muffled, pout practically audible.) 

Taehyung :- “Yeah, yeah, my baby bun, hyung’s coming,” (he chuckled, shutting his laptop, striding to the door.)

Taehyung :- “Happy now?” (he teased, swinging it open, scooping Jungkook up like he weighed nothing.) 

Jungkook :- “Yup, okay, okay!” (he giggled, legs dangling, but his face scrunched into a cute scowl.)

Jungkook :- “But y’know, Tartae-hyung, Kook’s mad at you!” (he huffed, arms crossed, looking adorably fierce.) 

Taehyung :- “Why’s my baby mad at hyung, huh?” (he asked, voice dipping into a mock-sad tone, eyes softening.) 

Jungkook :- “Kook’s mad ‘cause hyungie didn’t play with Kookoo since yesterday!” (he pouted, lower lip trembling for effect.) 

Taehyung :- “Hyung’s sorry, baby,” (he said, nuzzling Jungkook’s cheek.)

Taehyung :- “I’ll play with my Kookoo today, promise.” (His voice was warm, a vow just for his bunny.) 

Jungkook :- “Really? You’ll play with Kook?” (he squealed, eyes sparkling, throwing his arms around Taehyung’s neck in a tight hug.) 

Taehyung :- “Now, why’s my bun here?” (he asked, setting Jungkook down but keeping a hand on his shoulder.) 

Jungkook :- “Oh! Kook forgot!” (he gasped, hand to his mouth.)

Jungkook :- “Kook came to drag you for snacks! Come, come, I’m hungry!” (he tugged Taehyung’s sleeve, bouncing.) 

Taehyung :- “Alright, bunbaby, my muffin, my bunny, let’s go,” (he said, smirking, letting Jungkook lead him out, a flicker of warmth breaking his icy shell.) 

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**In the Kitchen with TaeJinKook** 

The kitchen was a haven of aromas—garlic, spices, Jin’s magic at work. Jungkook perched on a stool, swinging his legs, while Taehyung leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his face a mask of cool detachment. 

Jungkook :- “Hyung, snacks ready? See, Tae-hyung’s here now!” (he chirped, pointing at Taehyung like a proud kid showing off a prize.) 

Jin :- “Almost, baby, just a little more, please wait,” (he said softly, stirring a pot, his smile gentle but tinged with strain.) 

Jungkook :- “Kay, we’ll wait!” (he nodded, grinning, oblivious to the undercurrent.) 

Taehyung :- “I’ll be in my room with Kook,” (he said, voice clipped, cold as a winter breeze.) 

Jin :- “Bear, stay with the others, I’ll be quick, I swear,” (he said, voice soft, pleading beneath the sadness he tried to hide.) 

Taehyung :- “No, it’s fine, do your thing, I’m good in my room,” (he said, colder still, turning away, leaving no room for reply.) 

Jungkook :- “Hyung, why don’t you wanna sit with hyungs?” (he asked, tugging Taehyung’s sleeve, voice a mix of whine and worry.) 

Taehyung :- “Drop it, baby,” (he said, softer now, ruffling Jungkook’s hair.)

Taehyung :- “Let’s go enjoy, yeah? We’ll watch a K-drama.” (His smile was forced, but his eyes held a flicker of warmth for his bunny.) 

Jungkook :- “Yay, let’s go!” (he cheered, grabbing Taehyung’s hand, dragging him back to his room, where the glow of a TV screen and K-drama tears awaited.) 

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**Back in Taehyung’s Room** 

The room was a cocoon of dim light, the K-drama’s soft OST filling the air as Taehyung and Jungkook curled up on the bed, a bowl of snacks between them—Jin’s handiwork delivered silently. Jungkook was glued to the screen, eyes wide, gasping at every plot twist, while Taehyung’s gaze drifted, his mind a shadowed labyrinth. 

Jungkook :- “Hyung, why’s she crying? They love each other!” (he whined, pointing at the screen, cheeks puffed out.) 

Taehyung :- “Sometimes love’s messy, bun,” (he murmured, voice low, eyes distant, a secret weight pressing his chest.) 

Jungkook :- “But hyung, you love us, right? So why don’t you talk with hyungs?” (he asked, turning, his innocent eyes piercing Taehyung’s armor.) 

Taehyung :- “Kookoo, hyung loves you all,” (he said, pulling Jungkook close, kissing his forehead.)

Taehyung :- “Just… hyung’s got stuff to think about. Grown-up stuff.” (His voice was a whisper, heavy with unspoken burdens.) 

Jungkook :- “Okay, but promise you’ll smile more, Taetae-hyung,” (he said, snuggling closer, his warmth a lifeline.) 

Taehyung :- “Promise, baby bun,” (he whispered, holding Jungkook tight, his heart aching with love and secrets, the mansion’s warmth a distant echo beyond his closed door.) 

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The living room’s laughter continued, the brothers’ voices a melody of family, but Taehyung’s absence was a quiet mystery, a shadow cloaking  jungkook What kept him locked away, Only the walls of his room knew, and they whispered nothing.