Owned by the Devil (Taekook)
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 😁
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