Claimed by the Gangster! - J.JK × K.SJ

Chapter one

It was almost nighttime, the dark alley echoing with the whimpers of a broken man. Cold and desolate, the place was a haven for violence, and tonight was no exception.

The sound of footsteps reverberated off the walls as the man lay helpless on the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds. His hands were bound behind his back, struggling against the restraints, but it was futile.

"Should we kill him?" one of the men, Ken, asked casually, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

"Yah, tell us what you know about him before you die a miserable death," Ren spat, crouching beside the man, his voice venomous.

The two men turned to their boss, the most feared and ruthless gangster of the underground, Jeon Jungkook. His reputation was enough to send shivers down the spine of anyone who heard his name. He stood leaning casually against the brick wall, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a cigarette between his fingers. The smoke curled in the air as he took a slow drag, his face cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Boss, what should we do with him?" Ken pressed.

"Yes, let's just kill him. His face annoys me," Ren added, glancing at their victim with disgust.

Jungkook’s gaze was fixed on the man, his sharp features illuminated by the dull glow of the streetlight overhead. His expression didn’t shift, but the aura around him was enough to command fear. With a simple glance, the slight narrowing of his piercing eyes beneath the eyebrow ring, his men understood his silent command.

Without a word, they continued their assault, raining blows on the man as he coughed and whimpered in pain.

"Tell us what you know before it’s too late!" Ken shouted, his voice filled with impatience and anger.

Jungkook remained unmoved, the tip of his cigarette glowing brighter as he inhaled deeply. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him like a serpent. His cold eyes watched the scene with a detached cruelty, as though none of this affected him.

He was waiting for the right answer… or for the man to break.

The tension in the air was palpable. The victim groaned, blood trickling from his lips as he tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come.

Jungkook flicked his cigarette to the ground and stepped forward, the sound of his boots echoing ominously. He crouched down, staring into the man’s terrified eyes, his voice low, almost a whisper, but lethal in its tone.

"Tell me what I need to know… or your suffering will be the least of your concerns."

The man's eyes widened with fear, knowing that Jungkook never made empty threats.

But still, he dared to check his luck, all beaten and bruised, he coughed weakly before his lips curled into a defiant, mocking smile. A low, hoarse laugh escaped him, echoing eerily in the narrow alley.

"Haha~ You think just beating me off will you get what you want? How cowardly!" He laughed.

"Forget it. Jeon. Forget it. You won't have any words came out from my mouth. Answers is out of the list."

Ken and Ren froze, their eyes widening in disbelief at the audacity. No one laughed in the face of Jeon Jungkook.

But Jungkook remained unfazed, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever. He didn’t even flinch at the man’s sudden boldness. Slowly, Jungkook knelt down, his movements calm and measured. Taking another slow drag from his cigarette, he blew the smoke into the man's face, the haze swirling ominously between them.

"Y- You, what are you doing? Stay away!"

Without a word, Jungkook pressed the burning cigarette against the man's cheek, the sizzle of burning flesh filling the silence. The man’s laughter quickly turned into a guttural whimper, his body writhing in pain as the heat seared into his skin.