His Darkest Desire ||Taekook||

chapter two

Present

"You had one fucking job!" Jungkook roars, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "One thing—I asked for one goddamn thing, and you not only screw it up, you betray me and run like a coward." He steps closer, fury burning in his eyes. "Look at you now. Pathetic." He spits the word, clicking his tongue with bitter disgust.

He watches as one of the few tech specialists he hired—tasked with infiltrating the system—finally regains the trail he'd once lost. For a moment, the lead had vanished, hope slipping through their fingers. But now, just in time, the target stands before him, brought to his knees, pleading at his feet.

Jungkook sighed, a sharp pulse of migraine blooming at his temples as frustration gnawed at him—he was nowhere closer to a solution. Running his fingers through his hair, irritation coiled tighter. Stupid bastards. No matter how hard he tried, loyalty always slipped through his grasp, and every damn time, it came back to bite him in the ass.

Karl's pleas fell on deaf ears as Jungkook's icy glare bore into him, seeming to pierce straight through to his very soul. The larger man slowly sank back, every movement deliberate and controlled, radiating an aura of cold, calculated menace.

As the suffocating silence stretched between them, Jungkook's stern facade suddenly fractured, splitting into a cruel, almost demonic grin. The wicked curve of his lips held no warmth or mirth - only a chilling promise of retribution lurking in its twisted depths.
Another chance? Jungkook repeated, voice dripping with mocking amusement.

"Oh, my naive little Karl. Mistakes don't cut it here. In my world, stupidity is punished... severely."

He leaned in closer, smirk widening to reveal a flash of teeth. "But since you asked so nicely..."

Karl let out a guttural growl that rumbled deep within his chest as Jungkook's powerful hand seized the back of his neck in an iron grip. The other man's fingers sank into the roots of Karl's hair, yanking his head back sharply and forcing him to meet Jungkook's intense, unwavering gaze.

Their eyes locked in a fierce, unblinking staredown - Karl's filled with primal fear, Jungkook's blazing with cold fury and deadly intent. The air between them crackled with tension, the weight of the impending violence palpable. Jungkook leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over Karl's face as he snarled in a low, menacing tone:

"You picked the wrong fucking person to mess with, Karl. And now? Now there will be consequences. Severe ones."

Jungkook's eyes flashed with murderous rage as he glared at the cowering man. Do you have any idea who you just fucked with, you pathetic worm? he growled, voice dripping with venom.

Karl's eyes widened in abject terror, pupils dilating as the gravity of his situation came crashing down upon him. He opened his mouth to plead, but only a strangled gasp escaped as Jungkook's large hand clamped around his throat like a vice.

The burly man's fingers dug into the soft flesh of Karl's neck, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter. Karl clawed frantically at Jungkook's unyielding grip, toes scrabbling against the floor as he was lifted clean off his feet.

Karl's face contorted grotesquely, turning a sickly shade of purple as he thrashed weakly in Jungkook's iron grip. His mouth gaped open and closed soundlessly, as if trying to form words, to beg for mercy that would never come. The light began to fade from his bulging eyes as Jungkook's fingers tightened inexorably around his throat, cutting off his air supply completely.

With a final, shuddering convulsion, Karl went limp, his struggles ceasing entirely. Only then did Jungkook release his hold, allowing the lifeless body to crumple unceremoniously to the floor. He stood over the corpse, expressionless and unmoved by the gruesome sight.

"Pathetic," Jungkook muttered dismissively, stepping over Karl's cooling remains without a second glance.

Jungkook has a limit to killing but when people so much as to overthrow his plans always ends up digging their graves. The brutish smirk never leaves his lips when he notices Karl's eyes rolling to the back of his head and he releases, tossing the lifeless body to the floor.

Right in the middle of Karl's apartment living room lies his dead body as Jungkook gets back on his feet and gestures to his men to come forward.

There is no grief or sympathy in his eyes for anyone who dares stand in his way. His cold irises hold an unfathomable mystery, and with a single sinister glance, he can silence a room—his own men going rigid under the weight of their boss's presence. It's nothing new. After all, Jungkook is the next Mafia King, the rightful heir to the Jeon family legacy.

"Clean this shit up." His men who winced at the crudity of his tone race to drag the dead body away.

Jungkook sighed, having dealt with a disturbing nuisance, then shifted his gaze to his brother—who had been watching him work the entire time. More precisely, his stepbrother.

"I want you to gather the high-ranking members and bring them to me." Jimin's body stiffens in silence as Jungkook's piercing gaze locks onto his, unwavering and intense.

"But won't you get caught doing something like this? And how do you expect me to bring them all?" Jimin's protests fall on deaf ears—the younger male never once wavers from his plans.

Jungkook stays expressionless, studying Jimin's form before letting out a long, exasperated sigh.

"Inject them all and do as I say—or else." Jimin clenches his jaw, biting back the retort burning at the edge of his tongue.

He had been loyal to Jungkook ever since the Mafia King—his father, or perhaps stepfather—took him in after his own family abandoned him, raising him as his own. Yet, despite the bond, there were many differences between the youngest and the eldest.

Either way, he remains grateful and unwaveringly loyal to Jungkook's side. Jimin's shoulders slump as he decides it's easier to follow orders than to face the younger's wrath—he has no desire to deal with Jungkook's temper tantrums.

"Hmm~ we'll get to it." He turns away from Jungkook, catching a flicker of something sharp and unreadable in the younger's gaze from the corner of his eye.

Jimin shivers ever so slightly under the weight of Jungkook's commanding presence, his own body tightening with unease. There was something Jungkook was keeping from him—something he had never been able to reveal.

Jimin shakes off his reverie and steps away, avoiding the intense, intimidating gaze his stepbrother casts his way.