🥀In the underworld of betrayal and bullets, love is the cruelest enemy.❤️🩹
🍂Two mafia rivals bound in marriage, torn by hate, trapped by desire.✨
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Kim Taehyung, the ruthless Mafia king, killing anyone mercilessly who gets in his way, his pier...
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The room looked like a graveyard of a life that no longer existed.
Clothes lay scattered across the floor—silk, leather, memories—discarded without a second thought. At the center of the wreckage sat a suitcase, gaping open and lifeless. It looked like a hollow mouth, waiting to swallow the remnants of a woman who was already gone.
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JK: Noona, please don't. You're doing this all wrong. Please... just look at me and believe me.
Jungkook’s voice was uncharacteristically thin, stripped of its usual bravado. He followed her every step, his shadow ghosting hers as she paced from the closet to the bed, throwing more remnants into the open mouth of the suitcase.
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Jimin: YN, try to understand. Logic is being buried under your anger. It’s not what you think. What you saw... it’s only the surface.
Jimin spoke softly, his hands raised cautiously as if approaching a wounded predator.
Jimin: It’s not what you think. I promise.
But to her, every word was static. A blur. Meaningless noise.
She didn’t stop. She didn’t look up. She shoved another bundle of clothes into the bag, her fingers trembling—not from weakness, but from a lethal rage held in for far too long.
