✔️Mafia's Lover, Enemy's Prey

4. The Beginning

The dim light of Jungkook's office cast long shadows across the room as he sat behind his desk, his sharp eyes scanning the faces of the six men standing before him. The tension was thick, the silence heavy. Jungkook's gaze flicked over each of them, pausing momentarily on Yeonjun and Taehyun, before resting on the group as a whole. They all stood rigid, their eyes lowered, avoiding his piercing stare.

"I want answers," Jungkook's voice was low, but the edge in it was unmistakable. "Who was responsible for that mess in my place?" He let the question hang in the air, waiting for someone to speak up.

No one did.

"I'm waiting," Jungkook continued, his patience wearing thin. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, fingers intertwined. "Someone knows something."

Yeonjun shifted uncomfortably, glancing sideways at Taehyun, but neither spoke. The rest of the group remained silent as well, their eyes fixed on the floor, unwilling or unable to meet Jungkook's gaze.

"Nothing?" Jungkook's voice was deceptively calm, but there was a flicker of danger in his eyes. "None of you know anything?" His fist slammed down on the desk, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Don't lie to me!"

The men flinched, startled by the sudden burst of anger, but still, no one answered. Jungkook's frustration boiled over. His instincts told him that one of them, maybe more was involved. Someone had betrayed him, and it gnawed at him like a festering wound.

"Get out," Jungkook said coldly, his voice tight with restrained fury. "All of you."

The group hurried to leave, their steps quick as they exited the room. Only Namjoon lingered behind, waiting until the others were gone before stepping forward.

"Jungkook," Namjoon said quietly, his voice steady, "we have to trust our people. They're loyal."

Jungkook snorted, his eyes dark. "Loyalty doesn't mean a thing if someone's playing us from the inside."

"You really think one of them is involved?" Namjoon asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the desk.

Jungkook's jaw clenched as he stood, pacing back and forth. "It's too convenient. My apartment gets trashed, no one knows anything, and then there's the timing with WhiteWolf." He paused, turning to face Namjoon. "Do you really think he's sitting quietly after everything? WhiteWolf 's not the kind of man who lets things slide."

Namjoon frowned, deep in thought. "I think, he's definitely planning something?"

Jungkook nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I know he is. And someone in our group is feeding him information. We need to find out who before it's too late."

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One week passed.

Seokjin sat in the dimly lit, private cubicle at the pub, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The room wasn't entirely secluded; a partial wall allowed a view of the main area, but it was clear this space was reserved for those who valued privacy. Yoongi sat across from him, relaxed as always, nursing his own drink.

Seokjin glanced at his phone as it buzzed with a message from Raejin: Staying at Kai's again tonight.

He sighed, placing the phone down. "Jin's at Kai's again," he mentioned, taking a sip of his drink.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Is he hiding something?"

Seokjin shook his head, his eyes distant. "No... I think he's just trying to be there for Kai. They were close. He's probably feeling bad for him after Soobin's death. And Kai's the only family we having here after all."