CH 1

PRESENT SEOUL.

TIME: 9.46 PM

"Boss is coming."

"Did you prepare the man?"

"He isn't opening his mouth!"

"Shit! Another murder tonight."

The dimly lit room envelops under the air heavy with a scent of sweat and fear, cloaked in shadows.

Black polished shoes makes small sounds against the floor. A sleek and lethal figure, dressed in all black, moves with cat-like grace, his senses attuned to the dangers lurking in the darkness as he enters, allowing everyone to acknowledge his fearsome presence.

The dangerously dominant pair of hazel green orbs scans the room, wide shoulders enhancing the stern feature he carries.

The men bowed to the authoritative feature who went straight to the seat and sat down periously, one leg over the other and slightly motioned his tattooed hand for everyone to sit, still looking horrifically handsome.

"Bring him."

The cold husky voice of the dominant mafia echoes in the silent room to which a man quickly responded, dragging a beaten up guy, or more likely his captive.

The mafia possesses a ruthless glint in his eyes as he looms over them with an air of menacing authority.

The captive trembles before the tormentor, his face battered and bloodied from days of relentless interrogation.

The mafia's lips curl into a sinistrous smile as he circles them like a predator toying with its prey.

"I-I am sorry. I-I w-will look more car...carefully into their company in f..future." The man pleads, a last attempt to save his own life.

"Useless heads don't deserve a life in Kim Taehyung's regime."The dominant male growls, his tone dripping with malice.

In a flick of second,the Mafia breaks the wine glass placed at the table,the liquid spilled all over while the rough large fingers picks up a broken piece and pierces it at the captive's head.

Piercing scream fills the air as the glass fragment makes impact on his head, sending waves of agony coursing through the body.

As blood trickles down his temple, staining the body crimson,the Mafia continues to insert the piece inside while rest in the room shiver at the bloodshed.

The man soon lays lifeless, his head damaged hideously while the other displays a twisted smirk, sparkling eyes held no remorse rather reflected pride in displaying his power to the world and proving it once again that cruelty reigns supreme in reality - and has always won in the test of time.

"Throw it!"

Immediately two tall well built men approached, picked up the dead man and left.

The Mafia glances at his palms drenched in blood.

Sighing,he gets up heading towards the door but turns back making others flinch at his furiousness.

"I, Kim Taehyung don't believe in failures. Do you get me?" His voice emotionless and firm.

The men passed a bunch of shaking nods and bowed down to the hideous male who slammed the door before leaving.

Taehyung enters the heavily illuminated room removing his expensive watch and placed it on the table where his personal gun and bullets were placed.

Taking out a black robe from the large closet he went to the bathroom for shower for cleaning the mess he has created.

In minutes,the door opened, revealing a Taehyung dressed in robe. Cold water sliding down his messy thick hair and dropping on the concrete chest, glorifying the shiny skin and perfectly sculpted abs.

Tattooed arms raised up to rub the towel on the drenched hair locks stretching across his forehead when a knock was heard and the door instantly opened.

The new inclusion is Kim Hyunjoong. The middle aged man walked towards the couch with his high grace, bearing the same dark aura Taehyung carries.

"Yes appa?" The raw voice holds a tint of respect as he addresses his father with a bow.

"Tiger." The man states letting out a breath.

"I have certain matters to discuss." His deep voice was heard, looking acutely serious.

"Sure." The younger answers.

"I never shared it because this was not something a twenty six year old youngster should be dealing with but now I must. You know how dominance works right?"

A thin smile appears in the corner of Taehyung's lips as he states~

"Big fishes eat the smaller ones."

"Correct. In the past few months, the Jeon's rapid expansion has clearly shifted the supply competition market in the city. I don't see it as a good omen. If it continues, the conglomerate might challenge our operations of foreign transaction and laundering."

"Jeons? I never heard of it." Taehyung mutters.

"Exactly why I tell you to read newspapers. It recently emerged into city affairs. Jeon was useless but his son isn't. After his passed away last year, the young boy is handling it and literally controlled the cyber situation of Seoul with in months. A single breach to our digital assets can potentially disrupt your cultivated power structure."

Taehyung, alarmed at the uneasy information, sharply analyses the matter with professional efficiency.

Eliminating competition is crucial for maintaining their dominance in the country's illicit affairs. Under the guise of protecting the territory and maintaining control, Taehyung sees the destruction of Jeon Enterprises as a necessary step to solidify the grip on their infiltration in the underworld.

"How old is he?" Taehyung interrogates while Mr Kim shoots a glare.

"Who?"

" The new Jeon."

"Twenty two. Why?"

" Just a fresh flower! I'll send Alex to..."

"He's not just some fresh rookie Tiger. I want you to look over the matter.

He's too careful with each of his words and action with a sharp presence of mind. He observes every detail flawlessly with accute analysis."

"Well, sharper than me? Interesting!" Taehyung smirks sheepishly as he gets off to the window for some fresh night air.

Mr Kim takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes~

"Don't take him down Tiger. He has a soft heart. He's been in donations to orphan homes and health centres."

The boxy smile owner fixes his gaze at the dark sky void of stars. The night is still. There's no breeze, not a single leaf twitching making the city lights clearer in the tranquil atmosphere.

"So he got a weakness.Nature keeps the strongest ones alive appa and I aim to win. I'll crush him with no remorse. The country must see, how people bend to the will of Kims."

The elder widens his eyes at the sharp edge of cruelty in Taehyung's sentence.

With time, a hideous beast has born inside his son. Despite being groomed to follow his father's footsteps and uphold the family's legacy of power and influence, Mr Kim took pride in his son being generous to weak and innocent.

But training Taehyung in weapons has created him a weapon himself which will rend both flesh and life, stain the earth with crimson streams, echo the voice of violence over kindness.

...For in the end, it's love we seek,...

...To mend the wounds, to find the peace....

...For though the weapon's power is great,...

...It's love that conquers all the hate....

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"Minho, wake up baby!" The young man kisses the sleeping baby's forehead.

The little one growls and then wakes up, blinks a few times, then looks at the male in front.

"Kookie hyung? It's already morning? I wish you a Bad morning." He says half asleep and the kookie guy smiles at the younger's cute teasing.

"Baby, you are seven years old. You are a man now. Stop being mean okay?" The ebony eyed male states, getting up from the bed.

"I know I'm a man hyungie but you aren't. You are still afraid of microwaves." Minho giggles softly.

"Yea my Tiger baby. It's time for school. Get up."

Minho rolls his eyes but immediately pouts, recalling something.

"Hyungie, when will Appa come from US?"

The elder gets uneasy at the question. He knows he can't bear to utter the truth;to say appa won't return~ ever from anywhere.

He's peacefully burried feets underground since the man lost his life in cancer and left the twenty two year Jeon Jungkook with a multi-national company of cyber security who struggled to deal the technological complexities in the beginning.

With his father's passing, he is now tasked with overseeing security operations, a daunting challenge for someone still navigating the intricacies of business leadership.

The polished surfaces and sleek monitors of the office serve as stark reminders of the legacy he must uphold. With a determined expression, he settles into the executive chair everyday with the same mindset to improve and that's what kept him going all these months.

In college,he always has been a cream of the top, scoring A grades,his intellect praised by the entire campus all to be crushed after graduation ,when he became a head of the Jeon Enterprises.

Yet, with unwavering determination and a steadfast resolve, he vows to honor his father's legacy, guiding the company towards the best future he could afford.

The innocent eyes filled with curiosity tugs at Jungkook's pant leg. "What happened hyungie?" he asks, his voice soft and innocent.

Jungkook clasps his fingers with Minho's and musters a gentle smile despite the ache in his chest.

"Appa will be back soon."

The baby boy nods, satisfied with the reply.

"Hyungie, I love you!" Minho hugs the elder with his small hands while the other retorts~

"Yaa Tiger, just tell me what you want!"

"Skip school. Please?" The little one insists then twitches his cute nose and his brother chuckles.

"Baby, books and education is important. When I was of your ag..."

"Shut up! You were a nerd." Minhoo grips his hyung tighter.

"Then what do you wanna be?" Jungkook asks softly expecting some doctor, teacher,engineer as a reply but gulps when Minho opens his mouth.

"I'll be a Mafia."

"Minho!"

Jungkook jerks the boy, squeezing his shoulders who gasps at the sudden intensity of Jungkook's actions.

Jeon Jungkook loves his brother more than anything else in the world. Even when he gets extremely bratty. He has been raising the younger since he was a baby.

Despite his attempt to take his father's place, Jungkook realised it's not the situation yet. But the name of the hideous profession clenches his chest.

Even if as a joke, the dark underworld deserves demons to rule it ,not for kind white angels who would get their wings broken to survive amidst bloodstream.

"Where you heard this name?"

Minho pouts, tugging his head down.

"S-sorry hyungie."

"Don't take the name again Tiger. I-I can't bear anything about you." Jungkook rests his head on the younger's shoulder, hugging him tightly.

Minho, smirks lightly at the opportunity.

"Hyungie?"

"Y-yes baby?"

"I will never take that name hyungie. I'm a good boy but.... please take your Tiger to office. Please?"

"So desperate to skip school huh? Shall I say this to Eomma?"

At the mention of 'eomma' the boy springs up on the bed.

"How can you do this to someone so sweet like me?" He whins cutely making Jungkook smile.

"Fine. I'll take you today but don't blame me for failing in tests later."

"I'll manage that hyungie. Don't worry!"

And the bunny eyed male scoffs before leaving the room. Sometimes,it feels like he's more concerned of Minho's future than the little one himself is.

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As the two sit on the Rolls-Royce, two black suited guards accompanied them while Mrs Jeon strode at a fast pace.

"Here -" she hands the meal box to both of the Jeons,one dressed in black suit other in a school uniform.

"Minho, I made your favourite dishes myself today. Don't disturb your teachers okay? I shouldn't get a single parents call from now on."

"Yes Eomma." The boy giggles and Jungkook coughs at the perfect lie his baby brother uttered with so much proficiency.

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As Jungkook strides into the office, the air crackles with anticipation, and a hushed reverence washes over the bustling workspace. Employees pause mid-task, their eyes drawn to the figure of authority that commands respect with every step.

Minho cutely follows his brother, attempting to look as serious as him but ended up being a living dumpling.

With his shoulders squared and determination etched into his features, Jungkook exudes an aura of quiet confidence as he navigates through the maze of cubicles and workstations, hands on his pockets.

His mere presence seems to elevate the atmosphere, infusing the room with a sense of purpose and direction.

One by one, his colleagues rise from their desks, offering respectful nods and murmured greetings as Jungkook passes by.

"Good morning, Sir."

They say, their voices tinged with deference and respect to the ambitious youngster.

The CEO returns their greetings with a gracious nod, his expression a blend of humility and softness.

Reaching his room in the sixteenth floor, he opens the laptop, searching through the mails.

It's half past nine. His new secretary must have been visible in his room by now.

The last one was highly impunctual, something the CEO is intolerant of and fired the employee in three days.

Rolling his eyes in annoyance, the man rings the bell and with in seconds a middle aged man dressed in black and white appears.

"Yes sir?"

"What time is it Mr. Chang?"

The elder looks down at his watch.

"I-its thirty two minutes past nine."

"Whom did you hire? He's late on his first day!"

Chang opens his mouth to speak but Minho tugged his shirt, signalling him not to argue with Jungkook at the moment.

"I'll fire him once he steps in." The CEO yelps.

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"Where's he?" The husky voice gets audible through the phone.

"In our car -unconscious and blindfolded. You can take his place boss."

The phone cuts off and a black suited Taehyung gets up from the table of a café, just beside the building of Jeon Enterprises.

Replacing the shiny black sunglasses with a pair of thick round spectacles, the figure gradually heads to the office, a smirk yet peeking through the corner of his lips.

One embodies the fluidity of water-calm, composed and adaptable while the other blazes with the intensity of fire-aggressive, fierce, and rough. Will the igniting flames burn all to ashes or will water drench the blaze?

Finding out will take time indeed.

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