"Betrayal & The Mafia King" 👑 ( Complete)

chapter 2

Previous :- taekook left to watch kdrama in tae room jin is making evening snacks while other in living room doing their work will talking to each other

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**Fifteen Minutes Later in Taehyung’s Room** 

The K-drama’s emotional soundtrack filled the air, but Jungkook’s restless energy buzzed louder. The glow of the TV painted their faces, snacks half-eaten on the bed, Taehyung’s laptop now closed but his mind still a shadowed fortress. 

Jungkook :- “Hyung, how long’s this gonna take? Kook’s getting bored!” (he whined, flopping back on the bed, arms flailing dramatically.) 

Taehyung :- “Then study, bun, till snacks are ready,” (he said, voice calm but firm, eyes flicking from the screen to Jungkook’s pout.) 

Jungkook :- “Nooo, I don’t wanna study now!” (he groaned, voice whiny, rolling over to bury his face in a pillow.) 

Taehyung :- “Kook, you gotta—” (he started, but Jin’s voice cut through from downstairs.) 

Jin :- “Taekook, babies, snacks are ready!” (he shouted, his tone warm, carrying the promise of something delicious.) 

Jungkook :- “Coming! Let’s go, Tae Tae hyung, fast, fast!” (he squealed, springing up, grabbing Taehyung’s hand, dragging him toward the door.) 

Taehyung :- “Uff, slow down, bunny boy, snacks won’t run away,” (he chuckled, stumbling after Jungkook’s eager pull, his cold mask softening for his baby.) 

Jungkook :- “I’m not fast, you’re so slow, Tae Tae hyung!” (he huffed, pouting adorably, eyes sparkling with mischief.) 

Taehyung :- “Okay, okay, hyung’s sorry, so sorry, my bun,” (he teased, ruffling Jungkook’s hair as they bounded downstairs.) 

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**In the Living Room** 

The brothers sprawled across the couches, the air alive with chatter and the clink of plates. Jungkook plopped beside Jimin, already munching on snacks, while Taehyung sat at the edge, silent, his face a cool veil. He only spoke when Jungkook nudged him, his voice soft for his bunny, sharp for the world. 

Jin :- “Here’s your drinks, everyone,” (he said, passing out bottles with a warm smile.)

Jin :- “Kookie, your banana milk,” (he handed over the bottle, Jungkook’s eyes lighting up.)

Jin :- “And Tae, your strawberry milk,” (he said, holding it out, but Jungkook’s hand darted out, snatching it with a grin.) 

Jungkook :- “Mine!” (he giggled, bolting off the couch, waving the bottle like a trophy.) 

Taehyung :- “Give it back, Kook, I said!” (he shouted, chasing after him, a rare spark of playfulness breaking through his ice.) 

Jungkook :- “Catch it if you can, hyung!” (he taunted, dodging around the coffee table, laughter bubbling.) 

Taehyung :- “Don’t challenge me, bunny boy,” (he warned, a smirk tugging his lips, eyes glinting with a flicker of the old Taehyung.) 

Jungkook :- “Fist fight, hyung! I know you’re slow, but try!” (he teased, sticking out his tongue, dodging Taehyung’s grab.) 

The brothers watched, laughter filling the room, but their eyes held a quiet sadness. Taehyung like this—alive, playful—was a rare ghost, summoned only by Jungkook’s light. Why? The answer lingered, a mystery cloaked in the mansion’s shadows, waiting to unravel. 

Taehyung lunged, but his foot caught on the rug. He stumbled, crashing toward the floor, only to land in Suga’s lap, caught safely.

Taehyung :- “Hngh,” (he gasped, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for pain. Slowly, he opened them, finding himself cradled, Suga’s arms steady.  )

Suga :- “You okay, Tae?” (he asked, voice low, concern cutting through his usual calm.) 

Jin :- “Did you get hurt, bear?” (he said, rushing over, eyes scanning for injury.) 

J-Hope :- “Anything paining, Tae?” (he asked, voice soft, worry creasing his brow.) 

Namjoon :- “You hurt bad, Taehyung?” (he added, leaning forward, glasses slipping.) 

Jimin :- “Aish, hyungs, let him speak!” (he huffed, hands on hips, but his eyes were worried too.) 

Taehyung :- “I’m sorry,” (he said, voice cold as frost, ignoring their questions, starting to rise from Suga’s lap, his sweetness reserved for Jungkook alone.) 

Suga :- “Dare move, and you’ll see my worst,” (he said, voice stern, pinning Taehyung with a glare, making him freeze, looking like a lost puppy.)

Jungkook :- “Pfft,” (he stifled a laugh, clutching his sides at Taehyung’s cute, scared expression.) 

Suga :- “We asked you something,” (he said, tone softer but firm, eyes searching Taehyung’s face.) 

Taehyung :- “I’m fine, all fine, can I get up now?” (he said, voice cold, but his wide eyes betrayed a flicker of fear.) 

Jin :- “You sure, baby, you’re okay?” (he asked, voice trembling with care, as Taehyung nodded curtly.) 

J-Hope :- “Alright, but be careful next time,” (he said, voice gentle, a smile hiding his worry.) 

Taehyung :- “Hmm, thanks,” (he muttered, then whispered, barely audible.)

Taehyung :- “Don’t need your fake concern.” (The words cut, and the brothers heard, their hearts cracking, but they masked the pain.) 

Taehyung :- “I’m going to my room,” (he said, voice icy.) Taehyung :- “Need anything, you know where to find me.” (He stood, a shadow retreating.) 

Jimin :- “No, we don’t need you, bear,” (he said, voice soft, testing the old nickname.) 

Taehyung :- “It’s Taehyung, or Tae, not bear,” (he snapped, eyes flashing, before turning, stalking to his room. Jungkook trailed off too, mumbling about homework, leaving the room heavy with silence.) 

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The living room’s warmth dimmed, the brothers’ laughter fading into a quiet ache. Taehyung’s coldness was a blade, slicing through their love, leaving questions unanswered. Why did taehyung shut them out, his heart open only to Jungkook? The mansion held its secrets, whispering of a storm yet to break. 

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