VELVET CHAINS [Taekook]
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Genre: Dark Romance (Mafia AU, Gay, Age gap of dominance/submission vibe)
Tone: Intense, dangerous, tender underneath, with mafia intrigue and steamy forbidden love.
Jeon Jungkook
🌑 Jeon Jungkook – Dominant, Young Mafia CEO
Age: 29
Cold, commanding, yet secretly craves to protect what’s his.
Father to Minjun.
Runs the Jeon empire with ruthless precision.
kim taehyung
🌸 Kim Taehyung – Submissive, Angelic Soul
Age: 24
Works in a flower shop near the Jeon HQ.
Gentle yet quietly brave; Minjun becomes his instant soft spot.
Doesn’t know the depth of Jungkook’s darkness… yet.
han so yeon
Han So‑yeon –
Jungkook’s ex‑girlfriend and Minjun’s mother.
A soft‑spoken but selfish woman, easily tempted by luxury and attention.
She once seemed sweet and loving, but while pregnant with Minjun, she cheated on Jungkook, breaking his heart.
After Minjun’s birth, Jungkook cut her out of his life completely—she vanished from their world, leaving only scars and a son Jungkook swore to protect at all costs.
namjoon
👑 Jeon Namjoon – Father of Jungkook
Retired mafia boss, still wields massive influence behind the scenes.
Calm, philosophical, but terrifying when provoked.
Advises Jungkook in private, often warning him about attachment:
“Love makes you weak, son… unless you turn it into power.”
jin
👑 Jeon Seokjin – Mother of Jungkook
Elegant, protective, sharp as a blade under her motherly warmth.
Runs the family’s public-facing charity organizations (a perfect cover).
Loves Minjun deeply, instantly adores Taehyung but secretly fears for his safety.
“You’ve brought light into this house… but light burns in a storm.”
yoongi
🕶️ Jeon Yoongi – Elder Brother, Right Hand of Jungkook
Age: 32
Cold strategist, second-in-command of the syndicate.
A man of few words, but fiercely loyal to Jungkook.
Sees Taehyung as a liability at first… until he watches Taehyung heal wounds Jungkook hides.
jhope
📋 Jung Hoseok – Assistant and Close Friend of Jungkook
Age: 28
Efficient, witty, and unafraid to speak his mind to the boss.
Often serves as the bridge between Jungkook’s ruthlessness and the rest of the world.
Secretly hopes Taehyung’s presence softens Jungkook’s edges.
“Hyung, you’re scary enough without glaring at the florist.”
jimin
🎨 Park Jimin – Best Friend & Soulmate of Taehyung
Age: 24
Works as a painter, fiercely protective of Taehyung.
He senses danger around Jungkook immediately and confronts him later.
Often the one Taehyung confides in during late-night phone calls.
“Tae… you don’t know what kind of man you’re stepping into.”
kim hae rin
🧓 Grandma Kim Hae-rin – Taehyung’s Grandma in Jeju
Age: 78
Lives alone in a coastal cottage surrounded by wildflowers.
Raised Taehyung after his parents’ deaths.
Gives sage advice and notices changes in Taehyung’s voice when he calls.
“My boy… love is not gentle when it comes from fire.”
jeon minjun
🧒 Jeon Minjun – Jungkook’s 5-year-old Son
Innocent matchmaker.
Yearns for a family, sees Taehyung as the missing piece.
His words often break Jungkook’s icy façade.
“Daddy… Taehyung smells like home.”
haru
🧸 Lee Haru – Minjun’s Friend at School
Age: 5
Cheerful and chatty, often talks about his own parents and gives Minjun ideas.
Innocently asks Taehyung if he’s going to marry Minjun’s dad.
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The day love died
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The Jeon estate was drenched in warm evening light, gold pouring through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows. Jungkook had come home early for the first time in months. His chest felt light in a way it hadn’t in years—because she was almost ready.
Nine months.
His child.
The one thing that made this brutal world feel worth it.
He set the bouquet of lilies—her favorite—on the marble counter and loosened his tie. His men kept their distance; even they could feel the rare softness in his aura tonight.
jhope
“Sir, she’s in the guest room upstairs. Resting.”
Jung Hoseok, his assistant and closest friend, spoke with a smile
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook smiled back faintly,😊 brushing past. “Good. I want to see her face when I tell her we’re leaving for Jeju next week. Somewhere safe. Somewhere new.”
He climbed the staircase two steps at a time, heart pounding not from exertion but anticipation. In that moment, Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the youngest mafia CEO, wasn’t the man who built an empire with blood and fire. He was just… a man in love, ready to become a father.
The door was ajar.
Inside, soft murmurs tangled in the evening air. A male voice. Low. Intimate.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook froze on the threshold.
Park Dae‑hyun
"I can’t believe you’re still here,” the man whispered. “He’ll find out.”😂
Park Dae‑hyun
Park dae-hyun ~ A family friend, bold enough to cross a line he knew was forbidden.
han so yeon
And then her voice—the woman he had once thought was his salvation—laughing softly, fingers brushing through her hair.
> “He won’t. He’s too busy building his empire. He barely notices me… only notices this baby.”😮💨
The words struck like a bullet.
Jungkook’s hand curled on the doorknob until his knuckles turned white. His breathing slowed—dangerously slow. Inside, the man moved closer, lips brushing against the curve of her swollen stomach.
Park Dae‑hyun
“Ours,” the stranger whispered. “Ours, baby😉
The bouquet slipped from Jungkook’s hand, petals scattering on the polished floor.
He stepped inside without a word.
Both heads snapped up. Her eyes widened, mouth opening to speak, but the cold aura that filled the room strangled her words. The other man—a nobody, someone Jungkook had trusted to drive her to doctor’s appointments—scrambled to his feet, color draining from his face.
han so yeon
“J‑Jungkook…” she stammered, one hand on her belly as if that alone could shield her. “I can explain—”😰
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook’s voice was quiet. Too quiet.
“Explain what? That while I was carving out a kingdom for us, you were spreading your legs for the help?”
Park Dae‑hyun
The man bolted for the door. He didn’t make it past the hallway before two of Jungkook’s guards pinned him to the wall. Jungkook didn’t even glance at him—his eyes were locked on the woman he thought he loved.
Jeon Jungkook
“You knew,” Jungkook murmured, stepping closer, “you knew this baby was the only pure thing in my life. And you… you couldn’t even give me that.”
han so yeon
“I—he loves me—”
Jeon Jungkook
“I loved you......” 💔
His voice cracked, rage and heartbreak tangled together. “And now you’ve taken even that from me.”
han so yeon
She sobbed, clutching her stomach as another wave of pain hit—real labor this time, not just the false starts.
“Please—help me—our baby—”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. For a long, terrifying second, there was nothing human in his eyes. Then, with a motion sharp as a blade, he turned to Hoseok in the doorway.
Jeon Jungkook
“Get her to the hospital,” Jungkook ordered, his tone low, dangerous. “Not him. He stays.”
Hoseok moved quickly, helping the woman down the stairs, calling for the car. Jungkook stood in the room alone, staring at the broken petals on the floor.
His heart felt like those lilies—crushed underfoot, their sweetness fading into nothing.
When the front door slammed and the car drove off, he finally moved, stepping out into the hall where the trembling man waited. His men looked to him for instruction.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook’s eyes were dead when he spoke:
“Bury him where no one will ever find him.”❄️❄️
The man screamed. Jungkook didn’t flinch.
That night, while his child was born in a sterile white hospital room, Jungkook sat alone in his office with a glass of whiskey, staring at the photo which meant to give him many emotions. His son's first ultrasound photo 💔🥀
The phone buzzed—a message from Hoseok:
jhope
It’s a boy. He’s healthy.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook closed his eyes, a single tear tracing down his cheek before he crushed it with his hand.
Love was dead.
But for that boy, he would build walls higher than any fortress.
No one would ever hurt him again.
And no one—no one—would ever get close enough to Jungkook to betray him again....
Five Years of Fire and Cradle
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The first night Minjun came home from the hospital, the Jeon mansion changed forever.
No longer a cold fortress of polished marble and quiet halls, it became filled with soft cries and the scent of baby powder.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook stood in the nursery at 3 a.m., tie still around his neck, staring at the sleeping infant. He had built empires, destroyed rivals, and silenced traitors…
But this tiny human?
He didn’t know how to hold him without fearing he’d break.
jin
Kim Seokjin entered quietly, his silk robe trailing behind his. “You look like you’re staring at a ticking bomb,” he teased softly, placing a warm hand on her son’s shoulder.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
jin
“You won’t,” he said, taking Minjun carefully and showing him how to cradle the small head. “See? Support the neck. He just wants to feel you.”💞
Jeon Jungkook
Minjun stirred, eyes fluttering open, letting out a tiny noise—more squeak than cry. Jungkook froze😳, then tightened his hold instinctively. The baby’s warmth sank into his chest like sunlight through a storm.
✦ Year One: Sleepless Kingdom
Running Jeon Corporations demanded Jungkook’s daylight, but the nights belonged to Minjun.
He’d attend a midnight call with a supplier in Busan, then slip out of his chair at the sound of faint crying. His right hand, Min Yoongi, would glance up from reports but say nothing—knowing better than to offer help when Jungkook’s eyes were already on the door.
namjoon
Kim Namjoon would drop by unannounced, a calm presence in a world of chaos. The retired boss would stand in the nursery doorway, arms crossed, watching Jungkook awkwardly try to rock the baby.
“You look uncomfortable, son,” Namjoon rumbled.
Jeon Jungkook
“I’m not,” Jungkook muttered, pacing slowly
namjoon
“You’ve survived bullets and betrayals, but one little cry and you look like you’re about to negotiate with death.”
Jungkook shot him a glare. Namjoon smirked, stepping forward to adjust the blanket with surprising gentleness.
“He’s ours now,” the older man said quietly. “Keep him close.”
✦ Year Two: The Mansion Comes Alive
By Minjun’s second birthday, the mansion no longer gleamed with sterile perfection. Toys littered the hallways. Crayon doodles—despite Seokjin’s protests—crept up the edges of kitchen walls.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook would come home from twelve hours of meetings, and Minjun would toddle in on wobbly legs, arms raised.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook would lift him high despite the exhaustion pulling at his bones, kissing the chubby cheek.
“Missed me, little man?”
minjun
“Mishh you lots lots!” Minjun would giggle, clutching Jungkook’s hair with sticky fingers.
jin
Seokjin would fuss over both of them, pulling Minjun’s tiny shoes off.
“Look at you two. CEO of the city, and you don’t even notice your tie’s covered in cookie crumbs,” he scolded, brushing Jungkook’s shirt.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook only smirked faintly, watching Minjun babble to a stuffed bear on the carpet.
✦ Year Three: The Storm of Tantrums
Three and a half years old brought a new challenge: a boy who spoke in broken words but felt full emotions.
One evening, Jungkook returned from a particularly brutal negotiation, tie loosened, eyes shadowed. He found the dining room in chaos—Minjun on the floor, fists pounding the tiles, cheeks wet.
Seokjin crouched helplessly nearby.
Namjoon sat at the head of the table, silent and observing like a general at war.
Jeon Jungkook
"What's happening here?” Jungkook asked, stepping closer.
minjun
Minjun wailed, “Nooo… no b’ccoli! No gween trees!!”
jin
“It’s not poison, sweetheart,” Seokjin soothed, trying to hold a spoon.
minjun
“NOOO!! Don’ wan’ gween! Wanna noo‑noo!” Minjun’s voice cracked with desperation.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook exhaled slowly, crouching down, his black suit brushing the floor. He took Minjun’s little hands gently but firmly.
“Minjun. Look at Appa.”
minjun
The boy sniffled, hiccuping, “No gween… yucky…”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook tilted his head, softening his tone, a tone his enemies would never recognize.
“You want noodles instead?”
minjun
Minjun’s eyes lit through tears. “Yesh ! pleaaase…”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook nodded once, glancing up at the butler. “Bring noodles. Now.”❄️
jin
Seokjin huffed, but her eyes were soft. “You’re spoiling him.”🙄
namjoon
Namjoon’s low chuckle rumbled. “Better noodles than war.”😃
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook only held his son close as the sobbing faded into hiccupping giggles against his shoulder.💕
✦ Year Four to Five: Two Worlds Collide
Balancing the underworld and fatherhood was like walking a knife’s edge.
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook sat in his office, bloodied knuckles wrapped in bandages
minjun
While Minjun crawled into his lap holding a book upside down “Appa… read ‘dis?”
Jeon Jungkook
“Of course.” Jungkook would turn the pages slowly, voice low and steady, even as Yoongi’s messages buzzed on his phone about rival threats.
Hoseok often arrived with late-night reports only to stop at the doorway, smiling at the sight of the fearsome CEO with a tiny boy curled on his chest, both asleep in the chair.
Seokjin would check in every morning, slipping into the kitchen as Minjun babbled through breakfast.
minjun
“Appa! Look! Eggy break!”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook, hair still damp from a shower, would smile faintly, “Good job, Junnie.”
Namjoon sometimes joined them at the long dining table, watching his grandson chatter about colors and cars.
minjun
“Daddy, look! Big twuck go vroom vroom!”
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook would glance up from a report and nod seriously. “Yes. Very fast truck.”
In those rare moments, the house felt whole—patched together by laughter and stubborn love🫶🏻💖
Years passed in a blur of night feeds, tantrums, company takeovers, and secret wars. Jungkook was not gentle by nature, but Minjun softened him, taught him patience, taught him to feel again.
minjun
And every time the boy looked up at him with those wide eyes and whispered,
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook’s heart, scarred and guarded, ached in the best way.
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