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...
Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Jungkook's face. "How much time?" he asked, his voice firm but wary.
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Jungkook hesitated, his eyes darting around the room before returning to Taehyung's face. "A month," he said finally. "Give me a month, and I'll make sure we leave the mafia life behind."
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Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "A month is a long time," he said. "I need assurances that you'll keep your word."
Jungkook nodded, his face set in determination. "I promise, Taehyung. I'll do everything in my power to make it happen. And I'll prove it to you, every step of the way."
Taehyung studied Jungkook's face, searching for any sign of deception. But all he saw was sincerity and determination. He glanced at his sisters and Seokjin, who nodded in agreement with Jungkook's plan.
"Okay," Taehyung said finally. "I'll give you a month. But if you betray me again, there's no going back."
Jungkook's face lit up with relief, and he nodded fervently. "I won't betray you, Taehyung. I promise."
The tension in the room dissipated slightly, replaced by a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could leave the mafia life behind and start anew. But Taehyung knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, and he was prepared to fight for his family's freedom.
As the days passed, Jungkook's promise to leave the mafia life behind seemed to resonate with the other members. They began to see the world in a different light, to realize that there was more to life than the endless cycle of violence and fear.
One by one, they came to Jungkook, asking him if he was truly serious about leaving the mafia. And one by one, Jungkook reassured them, his eyes shining with determination.
"Yes, I'm serious," he told them. "I can't keep living like this, always looking over my shoulder, always wondering when the next attack will come. I want out, and I want to take you all with me."
But it wasn't just the members who were skeptical. Jungkook's own doubts and fears lingered, threatening to derail his plans at any moment.
One night, as he sat in his office, staring out at the city skyline, he felt the weight of his doubts bearing down on him. Could he really leave the mafia behind? Could he really start anew?
