❝ I hope you remembered my name, since you'll be screaming it later. ❞ Jk
❝ F*CK off ~ You'r just a pain in my ass. ❞ Tae
❝ If I'm a pain in your ass... We can just add more lubricant... yeah ( smirking) ❞ Jk
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A story where two childhood friend...
Jungkook descended the winding staircase of his sprawling estate, the cold marble underfoot a stark contrast to the heat he felt rising within him. The torcher room-an ironic misnomer in the gang's inner circle-awaited him at the bottom, concealed behind a heavy oak door. The air grew heavier with each step, the anticipation of what lay ahead a familiar, almost comforting weight on his shoulders.
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The door creaked open, releasing a muffled chorus of curses and incoherent shouts. Jungkook's gaze adjusted to the dim light, falling upon the bound figure thrashing against his restraints. Ahmed. The man who had dared to threaten not just his life but the life of his beloved husband, Taehyung.
Ahmed's face, bruised and bloodied, was a mirror image of rage and defiance. His eyes, burning with a mix of hatred and desperation, met Jungkook's with a feral intensity. It had been three months since Jungkook had ordered his capture, three months of extracting every ounce of information and retribution. Yet, Jungkook had kept this secret from Taehyung, knowing his husband's distaste for the violent world they were entangled in.
Taehyung knew Jungkook worked in the mafia. He had accepted that dark part of his lover's life, but he had laid down one unequivocal condition: no more killing. Taehyung had made Jungkook promise, looking into his eyes with a pleading sincerity that had nearly broken him. The memory of Taehyung's voice, soft yet firm, echoed in Jungkook's mind: "Promise me, Jungkook. No more deaths. Not for my sake."
Jungkook stepped into the room, the dim light casting long shadows on the concrete walls. The scent of sweat and fear mingled with the metallic tang of blood.
As he approached, Ahmed lunged forward, the chains binding him rattling with his futile efforts. "Your days are numbered, Jungkook!" Ahmed spat, his voice raw from days of screaming. "My father will come for you. He'll wipe out your entire gang!"
Jungkook remained silent, his expression unreadable. He knew Ahmed's father was a powerful man, a formidable enemy. But fear was not an emotion he entertained. "Your father won't find you," Jungkook said, his voice calm, almost soothing. "And even if he does, he'll be too late."
