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 fingers tightened around the cold steel of his gun, his gaze fixed on Kim Dowoon—the man responsible for the massacre that had wiped out his family. The memory of that night played in his mind like a haunting melody: the metallic scent of blood, the screams that had been silenced too soon, the lifeless eyes of the only people who had ever truly mattered to him.
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Now, as he stood before Dowoon, the man who had orchestrated it all, Jungkook felt nothing. No rage. No satisfaction. Just the familiar emptiness that had become his closest companion.
Dowoon trembled, his lips parting as if to beg for mercy, but Jungkook never gave people that chance. With a single, precise pull of the trigger, he ended him. The gunshot echoed in the dark alley, followed by a sickening thud as the body hit the ground.
But Jungkook knew his vengeance did not end here.
Kim Dongmin, Dowoon’s son, would come for him next. He would thirst for revenge, just as Jungkook had. But what Dongmin didn’t realize was that Jungkook had nothing left to lose. His family was already gone. The people who stood beside him—Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin—were loyal allies, but they weren’t his weakness. He had built walls too high for anyone to climb, too thick for anyone to break through.
So when Dongmin’s threats reached him, Jungkook merely smirked.
“You think you can take from me what I don’t even have?” His voice was ice, devoid of fear. “You should have thought of that before your father took mine.”
Dongmin was blinded by grief and rage, but he wasn’t a fool. He struck fast and hard, sending his men after Jungkook’s allies, forcing him to make a choice.
And that was where the cracks in Jungkook’s armor began to show.
When Jimin barely escaped an ambush with a bullet wound, when Seokjin’s cover was blown, when Yoongi found a bomb wired to his car—Jungkook felt something stir inside him. Something dangerous.
Anger? No.
Fear? No.
It was attachment.
He had spent years convincing himself he was alone in this world, that emotions were nothing but shackles that led to weakness. But when he saw his members bleeding, when he watched Namjoon barely dodge an assassin’s blade, he realized that the walls he had built weren’t as impenetrable as he had believed.
Dongmin had found a way to hurt him. Not by killing his blood family—but by endangering the ones who stood beside him in battle.
And Jungkook could not allow that.
As the war between them raged on, the streets ran red with blood, the night filled with the thunder of gunfire. Jungkook remained a phantom of vengeance, his steps silent, his strikes lethal. But deep down, a storm brewed inside him.
For the first time in years, Jungkook wasn’t just fighting to erase the past.
He was fighting to protect the present.
And that terrified him more than any enemy ever could.
