TAEKOOK (SHOT MOVIES )

HIDDEN TIME ❤️🔞💦(part-4) END

Six Months Later

The silence in the black shelter was suffocating. Only the distant hum of electricity and the soft clicking of leather gloves echoed faintly through the dim-lit room. Shadows crept up the cold concrete walls. A single chair sat at the center-elevated like a throne, draped in shadows.

Taehyung sat on it.

Clad in full black Kai-colored tactical wear, sleek and merciless. His presence was commanding - a figure cloaked in power, precision, and deadly calm. His cold, calculating eyes scanned the mess in front of him: a man tied to a steel chair, beaten, bloodied, trembling in fear.

The man sobbed, his voice broken from screaming.

> "P-please... I didn't know-don't kill me, I swear... please..."

Taehyung stood slowly, the leather of his gloves creaking as he adjusted them. A gun dangled from his gloved fingers, casual but heavy with unspoken threat.

He walked toward the man - each footstep echoing like a countdown.

Taehyung crouched before him, tilting his head slightly, his voice velvet-wrapped steel.

> "Well..."

He smiled faintly - cruel, unreadable.

> "What to do with you, hmm?"

The man flinched, whimpering, eyes wide with terror.

Taehyung lifted the gun, resting the cold barrel under the man's chin. His voice dropped to a whisper, low and icy.

> "Should I give you life..."

A pause.

He clicked the safety off.

> "...or should I give you death?"

The air tensed, thick and deadly silent.

Taehyung's expression didn't waver - no flicker of mercy, no twitch of emotion. He looked like a ghost from a war, a man who had already died once and returned colder than before.

> "You had six months to confess. Six months to stay away from my family. But you kept digging, didn't you?"

The man sobbed.

> "Please... I didn't mean to-"

Taehyung stood again, cocking the gun with one smooth motion.

> "Meaning doesn't matter in my world. Only results."

Then came silence.

A breath.

A decision.
The world had shifted.

From the shadows of exile to the throne of power, Kim Taehyung was no longer just a former ASSIAN agent, or a man betrayed by fate. He was now the new head of the Black Golden Gang - the most feared name in the underworld.

But this wasn't a hostile takeover.
It was a gift.

A silent coronation done not with ceremonies, but with blood, strategy, and loyalty.

It was Jungkook, the infamous "Black Golden Prince," who passed down the title - not because he was weak, but because he chose to. The world still whispered his name in fear, but his loyalty, his love, was rooted in Taehyung. He named Taehyung the head, and the gang bowed.

Behind closed doors, Jungkook was still the main handler of operations - his mind sharp, his control absolute. But Taehyung?
He was the face. The fire. The name the world bowed to.

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Inside the fortress of Black Golden, a sharp contrast now lived:

Jungkook, usually the bottom in their intimate life, became the shadow commander - cold, calculating, the strategist.