Owned by the Devil (Taekook)
Introduction~
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In a quiet town nestled between cracked pavements and dying streetlights lived a boy who had never known cruelty.
Kim Taehyung
Kim Taehyung.
Heart: Unmarked. Unclaimed. Pure.
Taehyung was a whisper in the world…a soft voice in a storm of noise... He lived in a tiny, fading house with peeling paint and creaking doors, tucked behind an alley no one cared to look down.
His mother died giving birth to him.His father~?? A drunk, drowning in debt, more loyal to poker cards than his only child.
But Taehyung…Taehyung still smiled… Still looked at the sky like it could save him. Still fed stray cats even when he skipped dinner himself.
He wore soft sweaters, smelled like honey milk, and cried quietly at sad endings.
Not only that, but he hated violence. Hated blood. He wanted to be an artist. He wanted to fall in love. He didn’t know that monsters wore designer suits and carried power like a loaded gun.
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Miles away, behind bulletproof glass and guarded gates, ruled the devil of the underground.
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
Jeon Jungkook
Status: Alpha. Mafia King. Untouchable.
No one dared say his full name. Not unless they were begging for their lives...JJK... The ghost who bled cities dry.
The shadow behind every deal, every scream, everybody in the river.
He was raised by death itself. Parents slaughtered before he turned 8. Grew up in blood-soaked rooms, trained to kill before he could shave…AHM
Now he owns everything—clubs, ports, borders, men, governments.
Furthermore, he didn’t believe in love. He didn’t believe in mates. He believed in loyalty, money, power—and breaking anything soft enough to fear him.
Cold eyes… Sharp tongue… No one mattered to him.
Not until he saw a picture. A boy with soft eyes and trembling lips.
An omega. Unclaimed. Unprotected. Bought like a pawn in a losing game.
And just like that… The game began.
One was light.
One was shadow.
And fate had just placed them on the same board.... let's see how they'll meet...
Game began,JJK~
Dark alley – thunder rolling in the background.
Rain pouring like punishment from the sky.
Sounds of splashing footsteps echo through the alley as Mr. Kim runs limping, panting hard.
Mr Kim
**Terrified, whispering to himself** No, no, no... I just need to hide... just a little further... he won’t find me…
A sleek black car pulls up at the alley’s end.
JJK steps out full black suit, trench coat dripping in rain, silver rings on fingers, a gun in his gloved hand.
His dark eyes glint beneath wet strands of hair. He smirks coldly.
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
TSK TSK... I told you not to play with the devil old man.
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
500 billion won isn’t a small amount to forget.
His men stand still behind him quiet, heads bowed, shoulders stiff.
They’ve seen what happens next before.
BANG! A bullet tears through Mr. Kim’s leg. He screams and collapses..
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
You run~??
Tilts head, steps closer, no mercy in his voice
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
These legs don’t deserve to move.
Another shot — through Mr. Kim’s hands.
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
These hands… they held my money once. Disrespectful.
Mr. Kim sobs, crawling in blood.
Mr Kim
P-Please… don’t… my son…
Jungkook kneels down face close, eyes like voids.
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
Your son will be a better investment.
BANG — shoots Mr. Kim in the mouth.
BANG — final shot, right in the head.
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
**coldly** Now live in hell.
Lightning strikes. The rain continues. Blood spreads on the alley floor like paint.
Min yoongi
He… he had a son. Like I told you.
Min yoongi
Can’t pay us either. Delicate omega.
Jungkook lights a cigar, completely unfazed..
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
Who said he can’t pay~??
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
He’s delicate…?? I love delicate things.
A sick grin crawls on his lips
JEON JUNGKOOK/ JJK
He can pay me with his body.
Yoongi nods slowly understanding the twisted meaning hidden behind that smirk.
Jungkook’s convoy of black cars moving through the city.
Inside his luxury car silence. Not even music.
Just the sound of his slow breathing.
They arrive at a towering, intimidating black mansion.
Modern. Sharp. Shiny. Heartless.
The mansion is cold, with marble floors and shadowed lighting.
His coat drips water as servants bow in fear.
His throne-like seat awaits in the center of the mansion. Walls lined with weapons. Floor soaked in silence. Devil’s den. And soon, an angel would fall in Keke 😁
Kim taehyung~
The storm outside grew louder~ echoing through the fragile walls of the tiny house.
Heavy rain battered the windows like clenched fists and every crack of thunder made the lights flicker.
Taehyung was awake~ walking back and forth in the small living room. His anxiety was growing with each passing second.
He was waiting for his father.
The rain and the thunder scared him more than usual tonight.
It felt like something terrible was on its way—like the world itself was holding its breath.
Taehyung wanted to disappear~ to dig himself into the ground and hide.
But he stayed there~ curling his sweater sleeves in his fists as he glanced toward the door for the hundredth time.
It was soft at first~ almost polite. Taehyung froze.
His first instinct was to assume his father was back~ drunk or drugged like always~ barely able to stand.
With hesitant steps~ he moved to the door and opened it.
What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
A man stood there—tall~ pale~ sharp-eyed. He was dressed in black~ his expression cold and unreadable. Behind him stood three other men~ still as statues~ faces hard.
Taehyung stammered~ voice trembling.
Kim Taehyung
H-h-hwho… who are you~??
The man didn't answer. Instead he gave a small signal with his hand and the men behind him entered the house.
They moved quickly~ checking the corners and rooms like they were trained to do it a thousand times.
Taehyung stepped back~ heart pounding.
Kim Taehyung
Please~ why… my… my father is not at home…
But the stranger’s face remained unchanged. Cold. Serious. He didn’t blink.
Taehyung’s voice grew more desperate~ his fear rising like a tide.
Kim Taehyung
Please leave. When my father comes~ I’ll tell him about you...
Still nothing. Just silence and that terrifying emotionless gaze.
Then the man finally spoke. His voice was low and sharp.
Min yoongi
How cute. And dangerous. If only you knew... your father is no more coming. He’s dead.
Taehyung gasped. The words felt like a blade slicing through the air.
He dropped to his knees~ hands trembling.
Kim Taehyung
No… it can’t… you… you lie…
But the man just gave a dry chuckle. He studied the boy in front of him—so fragile~ so innocent~ and too beautiful for this cruel world.
Like a scared kitten backed into a corner. He couldn’t help it—he wanted to toy with him~ just a little longer.
Min yoongi
And he stole five hundred billion won from the mafia king… JJK.
Taehyung’s mouth dropped open. The name twisted like poison in his chest.
Kim Taehyung
😭😭....no....no ......Mafia… no~ my father is not like…
The man interrupted coldly~ letting the truth land like thunder.
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You know that mafia~?? He’s dangerous without a single word. And now—he wants you. As his money returned. After he uses you… he’ll leave you.
Taehyung shook his head violently~ tears in his eyes....but curiosity killed the cat..
Kim Taehyung
Know that mafia… he’s an old man~ right~?? A monster…
YOONGI nearly laughed out loud. It was absurd—but he held it in. It wasn’t like him to laugh~ not openly. But inside~ he found it hilarious.
Min yoongi
💭 Is he… talking about Mr JEON~?? Mr Jeon… that he’s dead already~?? Even now people fear his name… but this boy doesn’t know JEON Jungkook~??
Min yoongi
He’s an old fat monster. Now… come with us.
Kim Taehyung
No! No~ I’m not… I’ll pay you. I’m doing a part-time job. I’ll pay you. Please… please leave me…
The man didn’t speak. Just sighed. This boy didn’t understand—there was no way out.
He stepped forward~ took a small syringe from his coat~ and pressed it against Taehyung’s skin before he could react.
Taehyung’s scream died in his throat as his world started spinning.
As the drug took over~ his limbs went weak and he crumpled into the man’s arms.
yoongi caught him with ease~ lifting him effortlessly onto his shoulder.
He looked down at the unconscious boy.
Min yoongi
So light. So small.
He whispered to himself~ voice low and tired.
Min yoongi
💭 I’m scared for you~ boy. You weigh nothing… How will you stand in front of Jungkook~?? He’s a monster. I’m sad for your destiny… but I can’t help.
He stepped out into the storm~ carrying the boy like a payment.......And the devil waited.
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