Crimson Vows
chapter - 1
In the biggest building in Italy, a figure of imposing presence commands the room. Seated in the head chair at the long, polished mahogany table, he exudes an aura of indomitable strength and chilling authority. His sharp, chiseled features are accentuated by the harsh, cold light that casts deep shadows across his face, highlighting his impeccable, almost otherworldly handsomeness. Every line and contour of his face speaks of both elegance and danger.
His piercing eyes, cold as ice and unyielding as steel, survey the room with an unsettling calm. There is a palpable sense of control and dominance in his gaze, making even the bravest of men falter. Around him, a group of men sits in various states of distress: some tremble uncontrollably, their faces pale and their breaths shallow, while others are drenched in a cold sweat, their bodies stiff with anxiety.
The atmosphere in the room is heavy, thick with a tangible weight of fear and respect. The air seems to pulse with his presence, a constant reminder of his power and the consequences of crossing him.
His very stillness is a testament to his command, a dark, magnetic force that holds everyone in control and makes the grand room feel both vast and claustrophobic.
The heavy silence in the grand room was abruptly shattered when the door was flung open with an alarming force, a gesture that would typically invite severe consequences.
However, the man who entered was met with an eerie lack of immediate reprimand, his presence alone enough to alter the room’s already charged atmosphere.
Taehyung, clad in night pajamas that clashed starkly with the formality of the setting, stood in the doorway, a storm of frustration barely concealed in his eyes. His anger was palpable, yet his appearance—so casually dressed for the occasion—added an unexpected layer of intrigue. He fixed his gaze on Jungkook, whose icy demeanor had just moments ago seemed impenetrable.
kim Taehyung
"Jungkook, how dare you,"
Taehyung’s voice was laced with both ire and a strange tenderness, cutting through the tension with an unexpected softness.
Jimin, seated nearby, rolled his eyes, knowing what was about to unfold.
The man who had been the epitome of cold, unyielding power just moments before now displayed an unfamiliar warmth as a smile broke across his face.
Taehyung stepped closer, his frustration melting into a softer, more personal tone.
kim Taehyung
"I’ve told you so many times, don’t leave me alone in bed. I don’t like waking up without you."
Jungkook’s eyes, filled with a rare tenderness, softened as he looked at Taehyung. The endearment slipped from his lips with an almost palpable affection.
He murmured, the word carrying a weight of emotion that seemed incongruous with his usual demeanor.
Taehyung’s gaze remained steady, his voice tinged with both demand and care.
kim Taehyung
"Just tell me how many more times I have to say it so you’ll remember to wake me up whenever you leave."
Jungkook’s response was gentle, his gesture inviting Taehyung closer.
Jeon Jungkook
"Mi Vita," (softly)
A subtle command that made it clear he wanted him near. Taehyung walked over and settled onto Jungkook’s lap, his position both a claim and a comfort.
kim Taehyung
"You know I don’t like waking up without your warmth," (whisper).
Jeon Jungkook
"I know, amor. But you were sleeping so beautifully, I didn’t have the heart to wake you."
With a loving smile, Taehyung leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips.
kim Taehyung
"But next time, just wake me up, okay?"
Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with affection as he nodded.
Jungkook looked down at Taehyung, still nestled comfortably on his lap.
Jeon Jungkook
“Are you still sleepy?”
Taehyung nodded, his eyes already drooping. Jungkook adjusted him gently, making sure he was settled comfortably.
With a loving and protective embrace, he wrapped his arm around Taehyung, securing him close.
Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook’s shoulder, finding solace and warmth. He settled into the lap, his breathing soon steady and calm as he fell asleep. Jungkook smiled tenderly at his sleeping love, his heart swelling with affection.
But as he looked up, his expression shifted dramatically. The warmth and tenderness faded, replaced by the cold, dangerous demeanour he had worn just moments before.
The men around the room, who had been watching the intimate exchange with a mix of awe and fear, now lowered their heads, feeling the chilling shift in the atmosphere.
Jungkook’s voice, now a dark and commanding presence, cut through the heavy silence.
Jeon Jungkook
“Tell me why the business in some areas is very low,”
He demanded, his tone carrying a lethal edge. A palpable chill ran through the room.
Jungkook’s eyes locked onto Alex, who was sitting stiffly, his face draining of color.
Jeon Jungkook
“So, tell me, Alex, why is the business in your area the lowest? And don’t you dare blame the police; they don’t meddle in my territories.”
Alex stood, trembling visibly as Jungkook’s icy gaze bore down on him. His mouth opened, but no words came out, his fear rendering him speechless.
Jungkook’s gaze shifted to Max, who had been performing well.
Jeon Jungkook
“Max, you’ve shown exceptional results in Veneto. From today, you’ll handle the Lazio area.”
Alex’s face went even paler, his fear now bordering on panic. Jungkook continued, his voice low but unmistakable.
Jeon Jungkook
After you’ve shot Alex
Jeon Jungkook
Make sure to use a silencer. My amore is asleep, and I don’t want him disturbed. If he wakes up, you’ll be the one who sleeps forever.
Alex’s pleas were desperate. “Boss, I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry.”
Jungkook’s expression remained impassive as he instructed Max.
Jeon Jungkook
“Take him outside. Max “
With grim determination Max, grabbed Alex, covering his mouth, and led him out of the room. The remaining men were drenched in cold sweat, their fear palpable as they watched the scene unfold. Jungkook’s gaze swept over the room, a cold warning in his eyes.
Jeon Jungkook
“Don’t think you can outsmart me in this game. If business levels drop again, a simple bullet won’t suffice.”
He turned with a finality that left no room for doubt.
Jeon Jungkook
“Dismissed.”
The man seated in the head chair is Jeon Jungkook, the formidable leader of the largest mafia organization in Europe, the Cosa Nostra. His presence commands the room with an unyielding authority that leaves no room for doubt or defiance.
Every aspect of his demeanor—his piercing gaze, the rigid posture, and the chilling calmness of his voice—reinforces his dominance over the criminal empire he rules.
Upon his lap rests a vision of exquisite beauty and tranquility—Jeon Taehyung, the Reina of the Cosa Nostra and Jungkook’s cherished husband. Taehyung, an omega of unparalleled grace, is a portrait of serene elegance.
His skin, pale and luminous, contrasts with the surrounding darkness, while his delicate features and high cheekbones lend him an almost ethereal quality. His eyes, closed in peaceful slumber, are like liquid pools of starlight, framed by dark, flowing hair that spills effortlessly.
In the Cosa Nostra, Taehyung’s presence is shrouded in an almost sacred aura. Speaking of him or daring to look directly at him is strictly forbidden, a line that should never be crossed.
This sacredness is enforced by Jungkook, whose authority is so absolute that Taehyung is considered off-limits in the mafia world.
chapter - 2
Jungkook was focused on the files spread before him, his sharp eyes scanning every detail with practiced precision.
Yet, even as he concentrated on the weighty matters of his empire, the gentle movement of Taehyung in his lap did not go unnoticed.
Taehyung, still nestled against Jungkook, began to stir in his sleep, his delicate features scrunching slightly as he shifted.
Instinctively, he nuzzled closer, rubbing his face against Jungkook's shoulder in a soft, sleepy gesture. Slowly, Taehyung's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light of the room.
As his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was Jungkook already gazing down at him, his once icy eyes now filled with a warmth reserved only for the one he cherished most.
Jungkook voice laced with tenderness, a stark contrast to the cold authority he wielded moments before.
Taehyung nodded, a sleepy smile spreading across his lips.
kim Taehyung
"Good morning, marito,"
He murmured, his voice soft and affectionate as he leaned up to press a gentle kiss on Jungkook's lips.
Jungkook’s heart swelled at the simple yet profound gesture, his own lips curving into a smile as he returned the kiss with equal love.
Jimin, who had been standing quietly beside the table, couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the display of affection between his best friend and the mafia boss.
Seeing Taehyung’s sleepy morning wishes, he couldn’t resist commenting.
jimin
“Tae, it’s 1 in the afternoon. Morning is long gone.”
At the sound of Jimin’s voice, Taehyung’s eyes snapped open wider in surprise. He quickly turned to face his best friend, his expression lighting up with excitement.
He suddenly energized as he scrambled off Jungkook’s lap and threw his arms around Jimin in a tight hug.
kim Taehyung
“Were you here when I came in?”
Taehyung asked, his voice full of curiosity as he looked up at Jimin. Jimin chuckled, returning the hug with a fond smile.
jimin
“Of course I was here, but your eyes were only on your husband.”
Taehyung pouted, his cheeks flushing slightly.
He whined, a hint of playful embarrassment in his voice.
Jimin laughed warmly, patting Taehyung’s back.
jimin
“I’m just telling you the truth, Tae,”
Jimin is Taehyung’s best friend and his husband's personal assistant and his hyung. Who would be more perfect for this job than his best friend.
kim Taehyung
“So, the plan to meet at Jin hyung’s place for dinner is still on, right?”
Taehyung eyes sparkling with anticipation. Jimin nodded, grinning.
jimin
“Of course, it’s on. But make sure you come on time, or you know how Jin hyung gets.”
kim Taehyung
“Yeah, I know. He’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
Both of them burst into laughter, sharing a moment of lightheartedness that seemed to brighten the entire room.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was absorbed in the files spread across his desk, focusing on the matters at hand. These were the same documents Jimin had brought in earlier, and Jungkook’s sharp eyes were scanning each page with the intensity that defined his leadership.
As the conversation between Taehyung and Jimin continued, Taehyung subtly gestured towards Jimin, as if silently asking a question. Jimin, ever perceptive, simply nodded in response, understanding without the need for words.
With that silent exchange complete, Taehyung’s attention returned to their earlier topic. He and Jimin resumed talking excitedly about the upcoming dinner.
After finishing his conversation with Jimin, Taehyung walked over to Jungkook, who was still immersed in his work. Without a word, Taehyung gently settled himself on Jungkook’s lap, instantly drawing his husband’s attention. Jungkook looked up, his intense eyes softening as they met Taehyung’s.
Jeon Jungkook
“So, what’s the plan?”
kim Taehyung
“Nothing much. I’m going home. I have a painting to complete, and with the exhibition just around the corner, I want to finish all my work before that.”
Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung, pulling him into a tight hug.
Jeon Jungkook
“Do you really have to go?”
Taehyung nodded, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
kim Taehyung
“Yes, kook. And don’t forget, we have to go to Jin hyung’s for dinner tonight. I want to finish the painting before that.”
Jungkook sighed, then leaned in to kiss Taehyung, a lingering expression of his affection.
Taehyung returned the kiss, then pulled back slightly to remind him.
kim Taehyung
“So, Caro, don’t forget the plan.”
Jungkook kissed him again as if sealing a promise between them. With a soft chuckle, Taehyung stood up from Jungkook’s lap and turned to Jimin.
kim Taehyung
“Jimin hyung, I’m leaving. Let’s meet tonight.”
jimin
“Okay, but who’s going to drop you at home?”
Before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook answered.
Jeon Jungkook
“Noah is going to drop you.”
Taehyung sighed softly, knowing there was no point in arguing.
Once Jungkook decided something, there was little chance of changing his mind.
He understood that something must have happened for Jungkook to insist on someone accompanying him. He made a mental note to ask Jimin about it later, but now wasn’t the time.
Taehyung agreed, resigning himself to Jungkook’s protectiveness.
kim Taehyung
“I’m leaving, guys.”
He waved at both of them, a soft smile on his face, before heading out the door.
As Taehyung left, Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a glance, each understanding the unspoken concern in the other’s eyes.
Jungkook watched the door for a moment longer, his expression thoughtful, before returning to his work, already counting down the hours until he could be with Taehyung again.
As Taehyung left, Jungkook turned his attention back to the files, but his thoughts were still on his beloved husband. With a slight smirk, he glanced at Jimin, who was busy organizing the remaining documents.
Jeon Jungkook
“You know, Jimin,”
Jungkook began, his tone carrying a subtle edge.
Jeon Jungkook
“I know every little thing and every step mia vita takes. So, I also know what happened yesterday.”
Jimin, unfazed by Jungkook’s words, offered a sweet smile. He had expected this.
After all, Jungkook was not just the leader of Europe’s most powerful mafia but a man who missed nothing when it came to the safety and well-being of Taehyung.
jimin
“Oh, what happened yesterday?”
Jimin replied innocently, trying to play along, though he knew it was futile.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a hint of amusement in his gaze.
Jeon Jungkook
“Don’t play coy, Jimin. I know you and Taehyung tried to keep it under wraps, but nothing escapes me.”
Jimin let out a small chuckle, knowing there was no point in denying anything further.
jimin
“Well, you are the leader of the organization for a reason.”
Jungkook gave a satisfied nod, then glanced at the files.
jimin
“Are the files done?”
Jimin smoothly changing the subject.
Jeon Jungkook
“Yes, they’re done,”
Jungkook confirmed, his attention momentarily shifting back to business.
Jimin collected the files from the desk.
jimin
“I’ll be meeting Yoongi in about an hour, so Luca will be here to assist you while I’m gone. Consider me off-duty until tonight.”
Jungkook nodded, his mind already turning back to the matters at hand.
chapter - 3
Jungkook's love for Taehyung was as fierce as it was unwavering. His every thought, every action, was driven by a singular purpose: to ensure Taehyung's safety and happiness. No harm could be allowed to touch him, not while Jungkook was there to stand between him and the dangerous world they lived in.
Jungkook trusted Jimin implicitly, knowing that he would never allow anything to harm Taehyung either. But that didn’t stop the constant vigilance that came with being the head of the Cosa Nostra, especially when it concerned the most precious person in his life.
Yet, despite Jungkook's protective nature, there were times when the tables turned, and it was Taehyung who became fiercely protective of Jungkook. Whenever an attack occurred or a betrayal within the ranks led to Jungkook getting injured, Taehyung’s worry knew no bounds.
The sight of his husband hurt, even if only slightly, ignited something deep within Taehyung—a need to shield Jungkook just as fiercely as Jungkook shielded him.
Though Taehyung was naturally gentle and kind-hearted, the world they lived in required more than just tenderness. When the situation demanded it, he didn’t hesitate to get involved. While he never resorted to physical violence himself, Taehyung's sharp mind became one of the greatest assets.
He would delve into the details of the situation, analyzing every angle, every motive, to help uncover the culprits behind the attacks. His strategic thinking often led to swift and decisive actions against those who dared to threaten them.
Taehyung played a role in devising punishments for those who betrayed the Cosa Nostra and when his husband was hurt, though he kept his distance when it came to the actual enforcement. He didn’t need to see the punishment carried out to know justice had been served.
Yesterday, while Jungkook was away for a crucial meeting, Taehyung got to know about the incident and decided to handle it so Jimin came along with him.
An incident that had occurred three days earlier, a sinister plot designed to bring down the Cosa Nostra.
A woman had been hired with the sole purpose of seducing Jungkook, gaining his trust, extracting critical information about the organization’s base of operations and just killing him.
The plan was as devious as it was dangerous: catch Jungkook off guard during a vulnerable moment and then Killing him, aiming to destroy everything he had built and take over his empire.
However, those behind the plot made a grave miscalculation. They underestimated who they were dealing with. Jungkook was no ordinary leader, and he was certainly not someone who could be easily seduced.
In the world of the Cosa Nostra, everyone knew the rules and how to behave, especially when it came to interactions with their formidable leader. Jungkook’s reputation preceded him; he was a man of ironclad principles, and his loyalty to Taehyung was unwavering.
Three days ago, during a routine meeting, the woman made her move. She brought liquor for the guests, subtly beginning her attempt to seduce Jungkook, hoping to catch him unprepared.
But what she didn’t realize was that Jungkook had anticipated this move from the start. He was always several steps ahead, his instincts honed by years of leading the most powerful mafia in Europe.
The moment she tried to initiate her plan, she was immediately caught. The rules of the Cosa Nostra were clear, and everyone knew better than to cross the line. The woman’s actions were not just noticed—they were intercepted before they could cause any harm.
Jungkook's vigilance ensured that the threat was neutralized before it could escalate.
However, the matter didn’t end there. Taehyung, upon learning about the incident, was filled with protective fury. The thought of someone attempting to seduce his husband was intolerable.
Without informing Jungkook, Taehyung, along with Jimin, took matters into their own hands. They went to the base, determined to deal with the woman who had dared to target Jungkook.
While Taehyung didn’t engage in direct violence. He ensured that the woman was dealt with accordingly, her fate sealed by the very organization she sought to undermine.
Taehyung’s actions were swift and decisive, ensuring that no further threat loomed over Jungkook or the Cosa Nostra.
Though Taehyung never openly discussed his involvement with Jungkook, there was no need.
Jungkook knew everything that happened within the organization—no detail escaped his notice. He was fully aware of Taehyung’s role in handling the situation, but he chose not to interfere.
As long as Taehyung was safe. Jungkook would let him act, even if it meant silently watching from the sidelines.
Taehyung arrived home, the sunlight streaming through the large windows of the house he shared with his husband.
The house was quiet, the helpers having already finished their work and left. Though Taehyung was alone inside, he felt completely at ease, knowing that security personnel were discreetly stationed outside vigilant and ready to respond to any threat.
Vigilant but disciplined, never stepping inside unless absolutely necessary.
Taehyung had always known what kind of life awaited him once he married Jungkook.
There had been moments of uncertainty before, when the weight of the decision felt overwhelming.
But his love for Jungkook was so profound, so all-consuming, that nothing else mattered. Now, looking back, he realized he didn’t regret his decision for a moment. Every challenge, every sacrifice, was worth it for the life they shared together.
He headed straight for the shower, wanting to refresh himself. The warm water soothed him. After his shower, he dried off and slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and one of Jungkook’s hoodies.
The familiar scent of his husband clung to the fabric, wrapping him in a comforting embrace.
Next, Taehyung made his way to his art studio, the place where he spent most of his time when he wasn’t with Jungkook.
The studio was his personal refuge, a space filled with light, color, and creativity. The walls were lined with canvases, some completed, others still in progress.
Brushes, paints, and sketches were scattered around, evidence of the countless hours he had spent bringing his visions to life.
His focus today was on the painting he had been working on for weeks, a piece that was almost finished. With his exhibition just a month away, Taehyung was determined to complete every painting to perfection.
This particular exhibition was special—it was inspired entirely by his husband. Each brushstroke, each shade of color, was a reflection of the deep love and admiration he held for Jungkook.
Taehyung immersed himself in his work, the world outside fading away as he focused on the final touches. His hand moved with practiced ease, adding the details that would bring the painting to life.
While Taehyung was deeply immersed in his painting, Jungkook arrived home. Knowing exactly where to find his husband, he headed straight to the art studio.
His steps were swift but silent, a natural grace in his movements as he approached the room.
Quietly, he opened the door and slipped inside, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment.
There, in the warm glow of the setting sun, Jungkook saw Taehyung fully absorbed in his work, the painting capturing all of his attention.
A soft smile curved Jungkook’s lips as he noticed the familiar hoodie Taehyung was wearing—his hoodie. The sight of Taehyung’s long legs, casually on display, made him pause.
Taehyung looked so beautiful in that golden light, his focus on the canvas adding to his ethereal charm.
Jungkook leaned back against the wall, content to simply stand there and watch, savoring the quiet beauty of the moment and the love he felt for the omega before him.
After what like hours, Taehyung stepped back to admire his work. The painting was complete, a piece that conveyed everything he felt but couldn’t always put into words. He smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride.
The entire exhibition was a testament to his love for Jungkook, each piece a different facet of their life together.
While looking at his painting, Taehyung’s thoughts drifted to the first time he met his love. The memory was vivid, as if it had happened only yesterday.
It was a bright spring day, and he was riding his bicycle to college, enjoying the crisp air and the blooming flowers that lined the streets. He pedaled at a moderate speed, keeping to the side of the road, when suddenly, a car bumped into him from behind.
The impact sent him tumbling off his bike, scraping his elbows and hands as he hit the ground.
Anger flared within him, and he was ready to give the careless driver a piece of his mind.
As he began to stand up, about to shout in frustration, he heard a voice filled with genuine concern, "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry."
Taehyung looked up, and his anger evaporated in an instant. Standing before him was a handsome senior from college—Jeon Jungkook.
Young Tae
No, no, it's okay
But Jungkook wasn’t convinced.
Young jungkook
“Are you hurt?”
Young Tae
"I'm not, really. I'm okay."
Jungkook's eyes, however, zeroed in on the scrapes on Taehyung's elbows and hands.
Young jungkook
“You’re not okay. Let me take you to the hospital,”
Taehyung, feeling a bit embarrassed by the fuss.
Young Tae
“Senior, it’s not that serious. Just take me to the school infirmary.”
Jungkook hesitated for a moment but then nodded.
Young jungkook
"Oh, okay."
He helped Taehyung to his feet and guided him to his car, already on the phone, arranging for someone to take Taehyung’s bicycle to the school.
That day, Jungkook took care of Taehyung as if he were the most precious thing in the world, even noticing that his foot had also been hurt in the fall.
It was from that moment they began to get to know each other, their bond slowly growing into something neither of them had anticipated.
What Taehyung didn’t know at the time was that Jungkook had noticed him months earlier, long before their fateful encounter.
Jungkook had harbored a huge crush on him, but for the first time in his life, he was too scared to approach.
The accident, as unfortunate as it was, had given him the perfect opportunity to finally meet the person who had unknowingly captivated his heart.
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