1 : THE DEVIL

A gun shot reverberated followed by the shrieking cry of a man, in one of the deserted basements which was haunted by the devil mafia and his force. The mafia pressed the cold barrel of the gun against the man's sweating forehead, the metal scraping against his skin with a menacing scratch. A low, menacing chuckle rumbled in the his throat as he watched the man's eyes widen in terror, his pleas for mercy dissolving into desperate sobs.

"That's painful, I guess", the sarcastic comment left the bruised man at edge as he pleaded,his voice shaking with desperation, "Please spare my life, king. I feel ashamed to say that I was blinded by my pride and greed. "

Gritting his teeth and holding the gun tightly in his rough hands, anyone could say that the Mafia boss is at the verge of his limits. Maintaining his sarcastic tone he said in his dangerous tone, "you're forgetting, aren't you? When my good man approached you, you refused to import the Russian weapons to Seoul. Plus, demanding a bribe of money that isn't even worth you're life is something which you shouldn't have done Mr. Choi Hwandok! Since I approached you in person, all I need is your signature... And your life!"

The former shivered in fear and the excruciating pain due to the presence of bullet on his right thigh. His head hung low and with tear filled gaze, he looked at the Mafia boss and said in a weak tone, "I'll sign it! I'll do anything you say!"

"Good choice! ", said the Mafia who smirked in victory and extended his hands only to receive a file from his handsome secretary, Kim Taehyung.

He took out few papers and pen and walked to the man who was tied on a chair, breathing heavily.

One of his guards brought a piece of cloth on which he wiped off the blood smear from his sinful hands. His powerful gaze lingered at the man whose shivering fingers signed the paper with the last ounce of energy he had in him. The Mafia smiled in victory, more like a sinister smirk and gave the final words, "good bye Mr. Choi Hwandok, I don't think you can live peacefully as long as I'm alive. So it's better you end up in hell rather than rotting in the hell created by me. "

He shot him right on his forehead and he fell back, laying lifeless on the dirty floor of the haunted basement. The mafia boss handed over his gun to Kim Taehyung and demanded, "clear the body. "

Taehyung gave the same instruction to the guards in black and turned to his boss who pushed his hair back and had a sinister grin on his face, he said, "I'm tired, guess I need someone to warm me up.

Taehyung understood the assignment he received and smirked to himself to fulfill his boss's desire.

Few hours later

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"Ahhhh..... Mhmmm... you're so good... Ahh..." Moaned the girl beneath him whose face has been burried into the pillow and her ass up in the air. Her restless body was bathed in pleasure and pain when he did her. Her hands were in a strong grip of Jungkook and his other hand held her neck in his choke-grip.

He groaned and closed his eyes, accelerating his pace.

"Ahhh... Right there!!!" She whimpered in pleasure which displeased him.

"Shhh!!!!" He demanded because all he needed was pleasure and not the compliments. He thrusted himself deep inside her, hitting right on her g-spot over and over again making her lose all her sanity. He pulled out making her groan in to frustration, only to flip her over on her back. Without any warning, he made himself inside her stretching her walls to the point that she became insane. His stamina is something to be appreciated because the rough and wild sex didn't tire him rather it kept boosting his energy

He was taking out all of his sexual frustration on her. He grabbed her legs rested it on his shoulder, encircling his palms on her waist to get more access.

But in her point of view, all she cared about was the man who is doing her roughly, his perfectly built body, with that handsome face and a dark Deamanour, the right hand full of tattoo and a lip piercing which he always played with his tongue that made her gaze at those and his eye brow piercing which moved whenever he raised his eyebrows. All this made her go crazy

Her moans were loud turning on him more. His testosterone levels were too high that his body started sweating a lot due to the exercise that he was doing. Meantime, she was at heaven, on cloud nine. She rolled her eyes back as he was too hot to handle.

"Ahh... I-I'm close... I can't hold it any longer", she pleaded.

"Don't fucking dare to. " He demanded and increased his pace. The skin slapping sounds and the moans polluted the air.

He felt her walls clenching around his length making him realize that she is at her maximum. He came right inside the rubber around his cock and immediately pulled out not letting her reach orgasm. She groaned in frustration because it had been quite a few times that he pulled out even before she could release. She was frustrated, but was too intimidated to voice out her frustration as she could see a gun lying on his small coffee table.

Meanwhile Jung kook discarded the rubber and walked into the bathroom, naked. The woman who lay on his bed wasted couldn't help but think of pleasuring herself in his absence. She brought her fingers to her clit and started stroking her p*ssy imagining Jungkook. She controlled herself from moaning as the images of Jungkook's face and his actions that flashed in her head made her feel ecstatic until she reached her climax. With a smile, she rested her tired body on his soft bed and that's when she heard the door being opened. Her eyes roamed in the room only to locate him wearing only a towel around his torso. His body that looked so heavenly and well crafted made her thirsty and somewhere she could feel something twitching in her heart.

He walked to his wardrobe after giving a smirk to the woman and came back with a sum of money. She playfully raised her hands towards him hoping that he would grab her. Just as how she hoped, he grabbed her by her wrist and she landed on her knees just in front of him. She held his nape and was about to attach her lips to his, but he let out a chuckle that caught her off guard. He said, "I'm not meant for kisses, love. You can leave now!"

Disappointed, she looked right into his eyes and found nothing but darkness. He grabbed her hands that were rested on his shoulders and whispered, "out, now!"

She nodded and with a great difficulty she moved from his bed and tried to stand straight on her wobbly legs. Her muscles were sore and not to mention her pelvis that felt wobbly and strength less.

She collected her clothes from the floor and got inside those pieces, eyes still fixated at the man who paid her for the night. His strong back flexed when he wore his sweatpants and she couldn't help but bite her lips. Sensing her presence still in the room, he turned to her with an ugly expression and threatened her, "you've been asked to leave, dear. If you refuse, I can get my bullet inside your head than my cock in your pussy! "

She looked at him in fear because with each seconds passing by, she could see his demeanor change, more like it's getting darker. She provided her service for the night and after being paid, he discarded her like a rag doll which is worthless. She wasn't angry nor sad, but frustrated and hungry.

She collected the money and walked out of the room where she saw another handsome guy at the living room, texting someone. She smirked to herself thinking today she had been served a platter of hot, chiseled men who was drool-worthy.

Hearing to someone's footsteps, Taehyung looked behind him and saw the woman he got his best friend tonight. He could clearly read her mind and the look on her face proved him right. Even before she could speak something, Taehyung stood up from the couch and said, "hope you have been asked to leave right?"

"C'mon dude! Is it even wrong to ask—"

Once again, she was interrupted by him as he dead panned, "No questions, just get out! "

" What ever ". She scoffed at him and made her way to the front door.

Meanwhile Jungkook came out from the room and saw Taehyung waiting for him.

" Hope everything went right, Jungkook?"

"As always... Yes"

They chuckled.

That's when Taehyung informed him, "just a heads up, tomorrow we're off to Gangwon-Do. "

Jungkook tucked his hands inside the pocket of his sweatpant and nodded his head saying, "Can't say that I'm thrilled 'cause moving to a secluded village in the middle of nowhere seem to be frustrating."

Taehyung smirked at the younger one's comment as he said in satire, "is that a twisted way to say that you wouldn't be able to bring home, women? "

Jungkook chuckled and said, "I can bring whoever I want to my mansion no matter where I live. Not that I'm addicted to sex. "

A/N pov

Jungkook, notoriously known as JK in the mafia world, was a formidable and heartless leader. His secretary, V, was equally feared. Following his parents' tragic death by poisoning, the Jeon empire began to crumble. At just 21, Jungkook entered the dark world, determined to reclaim his family's legacy.

With the help of his lifelong friend Kim Taehyung and the influential Kim family, Jungkook rapidly rose to power. By 22, he had become one of the most ruthless mafia leaders, executing high-stakes missions, monopolizing weapon trade, and dominating South Korea's law enforcement.

Now, at 26, Jungkook had solidified his position as the sole ruler of South Korea. His numerous conquests and fleeting relationships served as outlets for his frustration.

Taehyung, who had a girlfriend, often questioned Jungkook about his future plans, family, and relationships. Jungkook dismissed these inquiries, fearing loss and vulnerability. He viewed relationships as restrictive and unappealing. He was never meant for weaknesses and love because his sole purpose in life was to be someone who was feared, to be in a position he always wanted. He was never pre-occupied with thoughts of 'what next? '.

Taehyung countered Jungkook's skepticism and satire, predicting that one day, a woman would capture his heart. Jungkook scoffed, confident in his ability to resist emotional attachment.

"I'm happy with my life, Taehyung," Jungkook said, smiling wryly. "I have maids, you to manage my empire, and women to...distract me. Love is a weakness I don't need."

Taehyung sighed, "Mark my words, Jungkook. You'll find yourself proven wrong soon enough."

Jungkook chuckled, "This will never happen, Taehyung."

As Taehyung departed, Jungkook retreated to his bedroom, a sanctuary reserved for his most intimate and private moments. His acts were conducted in a separate, sterile room, devoid of personal touches which is meant only for pleasure.

The maid would attend to the room the following day, erasing all evidence of the previous night's encounter. This was Jungkook's reality – a never-ending cycle of power, control, and detachment.

Upon entering his bedroom, his gaze fell upon a photograph of the officer he had eliminated. A sly smile spread across his face as he hurled a marker at the image, declaring, "Knocked out." The sound of his own laughter resonated in the dark room.

With a swift motion, he tore the photo to shreds and discarded it in the dustbin, a symbolic gesture of his triumph. As he slipped into bed, the darkness closed in around him, and he surrendered to a restless sleep.

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