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...
Exhausted but content, Taehyung stepped into his home after a long, grueling shift at the coffee shop. His legs ached from hours of standing, and his hands smelled faintly of roasted coffee beans. Still, a small smile played on his lips. The shop had been packed, yet he had managed to brighten customers' days with his easygoing charm.
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As he dropped his bag by the door, a familiar, mouthwatering aroma wrapped around him like a warm embrace. His stomach grumbled in response.
"Taehyung-ah, finally, you're home!" Jennie’s excited voice rang through the dining room.
Taehyung’s lips curled into a grin as he stepped inside, his eyes landing on his two older sisters, Jennie and Jisoo, waiting for him at the dining table. A spread of steaming dishes lay before them, untouched.
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"You two waited for me?" he asked, touched by the gesture.
Jisoo dramatically sighed, placing a hand over her chest. "Of course, we did! Do you know how hard it was to resist eating all of this?"
Jennie giggled, nudging Jisoo. "We’re starving, but we didn’t want to eat without our favorite little brother."
Taehyung chuckled, pulling out a chair. "I’m your only little brother."
"Exactly," Jisoo quipped, winking.
As they dug into their meal, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Taehyung shared stories from his shift—funny customer encounters, a near disaster with a broken coffee machine, and the eccentric regulars who made his job more interesting. His sisters listened with amused expressions, occasionally chiming in with their own tales from the day.
After dinner, they curled up on the couch for a movie, wrapped in cozy blankets. Laughter and playful banter filled the living room, creating a warmth that had nothing to do with the heater.
For Taehyung, these moments were precious. They grounded him, reminding him of the life he had built away from the shadows of his past.
But fate had a cruel sense of humor.
Unknown to him, the darkness he had tried so hard to escape was creeping closer, waiting for the right moment to pull him back in.
The Feared Mafia King
Somewhere in the heart of the city, a different kind of warmth burned—a fire of vengeance, simmering just beneath the surface.
Jungkook stood in the dimly lit warehouse, his presence commanding, his expression as cold as ice. Around him, his most trusted men—Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin—stood in silent anticipation. Each of them had carved their place in his empire, feared and respected in their own right.
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But none could match Jungkook.
His gaze flickered to the trembling figure before him—Lee Jaehee, the traitor. Bound and bruised, the man whimpered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The betrayal still burned in Jungkook’s chest, not because he had trusted Jaehee, but because disloyalty was a disease—one that had to be eradicated before it spread.
"Jimin," Jungkook’s voice was low, devoid of emotion. "Gather the men. We have a rat to hunt down."
Jimin gave a curt nod, already moving to relay the order.
"Yoongi," Jungkook continued, his sharp eyes glinting under the dim lights. "Take your rifle. I want eyes on Kim Dongmin before he disappears again."
Yoongi smirked, loading a magazine into his weapon with a familiar click. "On it."
Namjoon, the strategist, stepped forward. "I've mapped out the possible escape routes. Dongmin’s men will expect an attack from the west, so we’ll flank them from the east. Hoseok, can you intercept their communication?"
Hoseok’s fingers danced across his laptop, hacking into the enemy’s encrypted channels. "Already listening in," he confirmed. "They’re scrambling. They know we’re coming."
Jungkook barely reacted. Let them know. Let them feel the fear seep into their bones.
"Seokjin," Jungkook turned to his oldest member. "Work your charm. Find out who in Dongmin’s circle is willing to talk."
Seokjin flashed a knowing smirk. "They always talk."
Jungkook nodded in satisfaction. His men knew their roles, and they would execute them flawlessly.
But this wasn’t just another mission.
This was personal.
Kim Dongmin wasn’t just another enemy. He was the son of Kim Dowoon—the man who had shattered Jungkook’s world. The man who had slaughtered his family in cold blood.
Now, history was repeating itself.
Jungkook's fingers curled into fists. He had spent years clawing his way to the top, turning his pain into power. And now, Dongmin dared to challenge him? To taunt him with that arrogant message?
Fool.
Jungkook took a step forward, his voice dark, lethal. "You all have your orders. But Dongmin…" His lips curled into a smirk that held no warmth. "He’s mine."
His men exchanged glances but said nothing. They knew better than to argue.
As Jungkook stepped out into the cold night, the city seemed to hold its breath.
The hunt had begun.
And in this deadly game of predator and prey, Jungkook never lost.
