Orphan boy Jungkook's life turns upside down when he crosses paths with wanted criminal V. To escape the police, V hides in Jungkook's house and is shocked to find Jungkook's bedroom full of his own pictures and posters.
What dark connection does Ju...
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ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ⚘
( ၴႅၴ𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋
♡
𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 ,
ֶָ֢𓍯𓂃
Taehyung inhaled deeply, steeling himself as he approached the foreboding mansion. It had been years since he last set foot in this place, and although much had changed, the essence remained eerily the same. A chill hung in the air, and the dark, oppressive aura that had always pervaded the estate seemed to greet him just as it always had.
As he entered, he was met by the silent nods of the maids. Their heads were bowed, eyes fixed on their feet, a clear sign of the hierarchy that ruled this place. They spoke in hushed tones, barely audible yet clear in their message.
"The master is waiting for you in the living room," they murmured, their deference to Taehyung palpable. They knew better than to raise their gaze to meet his; after all, he was the mafia king, and such directness was beyond their station.
Without a word, Taehyung moved past them, his stride purposeful as he made his way to the living area. The sight that greeted him was a familiar one: his father, Mr. Kim Dohyung, sat with an air of regal indifference, his posture exuding the same cold authority that had always defined him.
Father and son were cut from the same cloth, both possessing an aura that was intimidating and unyielding. Taehyung approached and took his place before Mr. Kim without the slightest inclination of his head.
A bow was out of the question; the rules of the underworld dictated that the mafia king bowed to no one, not even to his own father.
Mr. Kim's eyes flickered with a hint of disapproval at his son's lack of traditional respect, but he quickly masked it, eager to address the matter at hand.
"Where did you keep Gwohon?" he asked, his voice cutting through the silence.
Taehyung's eyebrows arched in mild surprise. He had anticipated a barrage of questions about Jungkook, yet his father's first inquiry was about Gwohon. Clearly, Mr. Kim had caught wind of the situation with Gwohon and had already begun his search.
A soft chuckle escaped Taehyung's lips, the sound tinged with both amusement and a touch of defiance.
"If you're searching for him, you might as well stop," Taehyung spoke with a nonchalant air. His father, Dohyung, returned a cold, unyielding stare.
"Shall we get to the main point?" Taehyung suggested, an edge of impatience in his voice. Dohyung's grip tightened imperceptibly on the armrest of his chair, a subtle battle to keep his anger in check. He could not afford to lose his composure in front of Taehyung, not now.
