In the heart of the dimly lit warehouse, tension was palpable. Jimin stood in the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of hardened mafia members, each one seething with anger over his costly mistake. Jungkook, the Mafia Boss, watched from his elevated position, his face a mask of barely contained fury.
One of the more vocal members, a burly man named Hyun, stepped forward, his eyes glinting with malice. "Boss," he began, addressing Jungkook but never taking his eyes off Jimin, "this betrayal demands more than just a beating. We need to set an example."
Jungkook’s gaze shifted to Hyun, his expression darkening. "What are you suggesting?" he asked, his voice icy.
Hyun's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Let’s take away his manhood," he said, his tone dripping with venom. "Castrate him. Let everyone see the price of failure."
The words hung in the air, echoing through the warehouse like a death knell. Jimin's heart pounded in his chest, fear clawing at his throat. He dared not look at Jungkook, afraid of what he might see in his eyes.
Jungkook's reaction was immediate and explosive. He shot to his feet, the chair skidding back with a harsh scrape. "What did you say?" he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
Hyun, emboldened by the murmurs of agreement from the others, squared his shoulders. "You heard me, Boss. Castrate him. It’s the only way to—"
Before he could finish, Jungkook crossed the room in a blur of motion. He grabbed Hyun by the collar, lifting him off his feet with a show of strength that silenced the room. "How about I do that to you instead?" Jungkook snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.
Hyun's face paled, and he stammered, "B-Boss, I was just—"
"Jimin is my husband," Jungkook cut him off, his voice cold and deadly. "His mistake is mine to deal with, and no one will lay a hand on him. Do you understand?"
The room was deathly silent, every eye fixed on the confrontation. Jungkook's grip tightened on Hyun's collar, his knuckles white with the effort. "Do you understand?" he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Hyun nodded frantically, his bravado crumbling under Jungkook's wrath. "Y-Yes, Boss. I understand."
Jungkook released him with a shove, sending him stumbling back into the crowd. He turned to face the others, his gaze sweeping over them with a promise of retribution for anyone who dared defy him. "Let this be a lesson to all of you," he said, his voice ringing with authority. "Jimin will face consequences, but they will be by my hand. Anyone who questions that will answer to me."
With that, he strode over to Jimin, his expression softening just a fraction as he looked into his husband's eyes. "Come with me," he said quietly, offering his hand. Jimin hesitated for a moment before taking it, his heart swelling with a mix of fear, relief, and unwavering love for the man who stood by him, even in the darkest of times.
