Jungkook, the powerful mafia king, rules the underworld with an iron fist. His reputation is fierce, and his gaze is piercing. No one dares to cross him.
Taehyung, a bright and charming university student, lives a carefree life, focused on his studi...
Jungkook's sharp eyes flickered as he stared at the surveillance footage playing before him. The dim glow of the screen cast shadows across his chiseled features, but the fire in his gaze was unmistakable. The video showed one of his own men—someone he had trusted—meeting with his greatest rival, Kim Dongmin.
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The sight of betrayal burned deeper than any wound.
Silence filled the dimly lit room, broken only by the quiet hum of the projector. The air was thick with tension as Jungkook clenched his jaw, his mind already calculating the consequences of this treachery. Lee Jaehee, the man in the video, had not only betrayed Jungkook but had also handed over sensitive information—information that could cost lives.
With a slow, measured breath, Jungkook leaned back in his chair and pressed a button on the intercom. His voice was calm, dangerously so.
"Bring him to me. Now."
His men wasted no time. Within an hour, Lee Jaehee was dragged into the underground chamber of JJK Company, his hands tied behind his back, his face pale with terror. The room was silent except for the heavy breathing of the traitor and the rhythmic tap of Jungkook’s fingers against the polished wooden desk.
Jaehee’s knees buckled as he was forced to kneel before Jungkook. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he stammered, “P-please, Jungkook-ssi, I... I never meant to betray you. I had no choice! I was drowning in debt, and Kim Dongmin—he gave me a way out!”
Jungkook remained motionless, his face unreadable.
"And instead of coming to me, you ran to the enemy?" His voice was cold, devoid of emotion.
Jaehee trembled, his gaze darting between Jungkook and the men standing behind him, their expressions ruthless. “I—I was scared! I didn’t think you’d help me…”
Jungkook chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You thought wrong."
With a swift nod from Jungkook, two of his men stepped forward. Jaehee’s cries for mercy were cut short by the searing pain that followed. The punishment was swift, brutal, and unforgiving—a lesson for anyone who dared betray the King of the Underworld.
As Jaehee’s agonized screams echoed through the chamber, Jungkook’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out, his sharp eyes narrowing as he read the message.
Kim Dongmin:You may have won this battle, but the war has just begun.
Jungkook smirked, his fingers tightening around the phone.
"Bring it on."
The Painful Past
Jungkook’s expression darkened as he read the name that haunted his nightmares: Kim Dongmin.
Not just his rival. Not just another enemy.
The son of the man who had destroyed his family.
Memories he had buried deep clawed their way back to the surface. His grip on the phone tightened as flashes of that fateful night assaulted his mind.
Gunfire. Screams. His mother's desperate cries. His father's bloodied hands shielding his little sister, Hana.
Jungkook had been just a child, hiding inside a closet, his small body trembling as he peeked through the narrow gap in the door. He had watched in horror as Kim Dowoon and his men stormed into their home, their guns mercilessly tearing through the people he loved most.
His parents never stood a chance.
His father fell first, protecting his mother. His mother’s last act had been a scream—a cry for Jungkook to run, to survive. But Jungkook had been frozen, his hands clamped over his mouth to stifle his sobs.
Then, there was Hana. His little sister, only four years old. The light of their family.
Kim Dowoon had spared her. For now, he had said. But he had taken her away, and Jungkook never saw her again.
Rage coiled in Jungkook’s chest like a beast awakening from its slumber. His empire—his power, his money, his weapons—everything he had built was for this moment.
Revenge.
He exhaled sharply, pressing his palms against his desk as he looked at the framed photograph of his parents. His mother’s warm eyes. His father’s strong smile. The missing piece in the picture—Hana—whose fate remained unknown.
Kim Dongmin wanted a war?
Jungkook would give him hell.
He turned to his men, his voice low, lethal.
“It’s time to burn the Kim empire to the ground. No mercy. No survivors.”
His soldiers exchanged knowing looks, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The war had begun. And Jungkook had nothing left to lose.
