A mafia BTS ff.
"I have finally found the missing piece of my memory puzzle."
Jungkook found himself in another unknown place, covered with thick canopies. His hands were restrained behind him, his feet burned, and his knees buckled, but he continue...
"The small pieces guttered down darkly From my heart, a barren noise I don't know if this is reality or a dream Will you stay by my side Will you promise me If I let go of your hand, you'll fly away and break I'm scared scared scared of that"
- Butterfly (BTS)
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Jungkook nearly sprinted through the hallway of his office, his heart pounding in his chest. He burst through the door, barely taking a moment to compose himself. Inside, Jimin sat with a grim expression, his eyes dark with concern. Beside him, Taehyung lay unconscious on a makeshift bed, shirtless. His torso was wrapped in white bandages, and a dark red spot marred the right side.
"How did this happen?" Jungkook growled, his voice a mix of anger and fear.
Jimin met his gaze with a solemn expression. "He was shot by Minjoon. Thankfully, the bullet missed his chest. If it hadn't, things would have been far more dire."
Jungkook's fists clenched at his sides. "I don't pay so many thugs just to let one of our leaders get shot! Jimin, I want a full assessment of every man on our payroll. If anyone is found lacking, they're out!"
Jimin nodded and swiftly left the room to carry out his orders. Jungkook approached Taehyung, his expression softening as he saw him resting peacefully. He knelt beside him and gently took his hand.
"I'm sorry, Hyung," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I should have been there to protect you. You saved my life once, and now I've failed you. Why does it always seem like someone has to suffer because of me?" Tears welled up in his eyes and began to fall, unbidden. He bowed his head, letting his emotions take over.
In his mind, he heard his father's stern voice. "There is no place for weakness, my dear. A mafia boss can't show tears. Let all your fears and weakness wash away with those tears. From now on, you will be known as 'JK.'"
With a deep breath, Jungkook wiped his tears away, steeling himself. He knew his father was right. He couldn't afford to show vulnerability. Not now, not ever.
"I wish I had never met Minjoon. I wish I wasn't the child of a gangster. I wish I had never regained my memory. Life would have been so peaceful then," Jungkook sighed deeply, his voice barely above a whisper. "When will this cycle of revenge end? I hate it as much as I hate the thought of forgiving Minjoon."
"Ah, Jungkook? Are you talking to yourself?" a voice interrupted. Jungkook jolted, turning sharply to see Jin standing in the doorway.
He quickly wiped his eyes, trying to compose himself. "A-ani, why would I?" he stammered.
Jin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Then I must have misheard... wait! Why are your eyes red? Were you-" Just then, Jungkook's phone buzzed loudly, cutting Jin off. Thankful for the distraction, he mumbled a quick excuse and fled the room, not waiting for a response.
