𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

ᥣׁׅ֪ꪱׁׅꪀׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ᝯׁꭈׁׅᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻժׁׅ݊

The night air was thick with tension as Jungkook stood at the edge of the warehouse, watching his men assemble in the shadows. His eyes were cold, calculating, as he watched them. There was a murmur among his ranks-always whispers of betrayal, of weakness. It had been brewing for weeks, festering like a wound he'd ignored for far too long. Now it was time to deal with it.

Y/N had sat in the backseat of the car, her heart racing as she watched Jungkook through the windshield. He hadn't wanted her to come tonight, but she had insisted. She needed to see this part of the side that commanded fear, loyalty, and absolute control. He wasn't just the man she had grown close to; he was something darker, and more dangerous. And tonight, she would witness just how far he was willing to go.

His second in command, Taehyun, entered the room. His features were grave. "They're ready for you," he said, his tone low, a near warning.

Jungkook nodded once and strode forward with his jaw clenched. It was not necessary really; the men settled at attention, eyes forward, respect fear carved into the lines of their faces.

He walked into the dark warehouse, and immediately the tension killed the hum of conversation that usually filled the air, replacing it with an awkward silence. Jungkook's men were standing in a loose circle, and at the center of it all was the man responsible for the attack on Y/N—Jaesung. Tied to a chair, bloodied and bruised from an earlier "interrogation," Jaesung looked up at Jungkook with defiance in his eyes. He knew this was the end, but the bitterness in his stare spoke volumes.

"Do you know why you're still breathing?" Jungkook asked, the calmness of his voice deadly.

Jaesung spat blood onto the concrete, curling his lips into a sneer. "You're getting soft, Jungkook. Everyone knows it. Ever since you brought her into this—" He jerked toward the car outside, where Y/N was waiting. "She's made you weak."

Jungkook's eyes darkened, and the room chilled. With a step closer, his hand grasped Jaesung's jaw, firm enough that the man winced. "You think I'm weak?" Jungkook's voice was low, deadly. "Would you happen to know exactly what I am capable of?

The sneer faltered on Jaesung's face, but he didn't back down. "You protect her like some kind of treasure, but all that girl has managed is to bring a target onto your back. The men talk, Jungkook. They question your decisions."

"And you decided to test me?" Jungkook's grip tightened. "By going after her?

"She's not one of us!" Jaesung spat, the desperation rising in his voice. "She's not from our world. You're going to jeopardize all that we have for someone who can't even fit in this world?"

The expression on Jungkook's face didn't change; cold and unyielding, he released Jaesung's jaw and stepped backward his hand's fists. "I told you before, nobody touches her." His eyes swept to the other men who were standing around them, a little bit longer on each face than they needed to be. "And that applies to all of you.

There was a general murmur of agreement, but Y/N could see the unease in their eyes the doubt that lingered just beneath the surface.

Jungkook's eyes flickered towards Taehyun, who was standing silently by his side. "Bring me the knife.

Taehyun didn't hesitate; the blade he pulled on Jungkook was slick and plain, just a straightforward dagger that gleamed in the less-than-perfect light. The room, it seemed, had taken a collective breath as Jungkook balanced the weapon in his hand, never once looking away from Jaesung's gaze.

"Your mistake wasn't doubting me," Jungkook said matter-of-factly, his voice smooth. "Your mistake was thinking you could act upon those doubts.

In one swift and sudden motion, Jungkook leaned forward and thrust the blade deep into Jaesung's chest with painful precision. The men ringing them cringed, but nobody dared to intervene. Jaesung went limp, eyes wide with utter shock, staring down in dumb horror at his blood spreading around the wound. Jungkook slowly turned the knife, his face impassive.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you," Jungkook said, his voice icy as Jaesung's body slumped forward, lifeless. "I don't tolerate disloyalty. And anyone who questions me will meet the same fate."

He yanked the knife free, the sound of metal against flesh echoing in the silent warehouse. Wiping the blade on Jaesung's shirt, Jungkook straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the rest of his men. No one moved. No one dared.

"Get rid of the body," he ordered, his tone cold and final. "And remember: you work for me. That means you follow my rules. There will be no second chances.

As the men scrambled to do his bidding, Jungkook turned and strode out of the warehouse, his features set as stone. Y/N watched him walk toward the car, her heart pounding in her chest. She had seen him in action plenty of times, but this. This was entirely different. This was the side of him she had never quite grasped until now.

When he slid into the driver's seat, his hands were steady, but Y/N could see the tension in his jaw, the flicker of something darker in his eyes. He didn't speak as he started the car and pulled away from the warehouse, leaving the heaviness of what had just happened hanging between them.

Y/N's shaking hand reached out and lay on his arm. "Are you okay?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw clenching before he finally spoke. "It's done.

But Y/N knew it wasn't, not really. The lines had been crossed, and there was no going back. Jungkook's power had been tested, and while he had made sure to re-establish his dominance tonight, the cost of that power was finally starting to weigh on him. She could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, in the lingering darkness behind his eyes.

As the city lights blurred past them, Y/N realized one thing far too was her life now. The violence, the bloodshed, the constant fight for dominance. And while Jungkook had promised to keep her safe, she couldn't get rid of the feeling that they were standing on the edge of something so much darker. Something neither of them could escape.