In the Mafia, loyalty is everything. Betray it once, and you've broken trust; betray it twice, and you've signed your own death warrant.✨
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Don Jackson was fuming when his Sotto Capo, Lucas, delivered the crushing news. Jackson had invested weeks of effort, lining up meetings, making connections, and ensuring every move would put them in a favorable position with the Giordano family of Milan. But all that effort was now in vain. Underboss Lucas stood stiff, bracing for Jackson's rage as he informed him that Don Park Chanyeol of the Fire and Light Mafia family had already sealed the deal.

Jackson's fists clenched, his jaw tightening as he paced around his office. "Chanyeol," he hissed, his voice low but burning with fury. "That bastard got to them first. How does he always do it?"

He slammed his fist against the table, glaring at his Underboss, Lucas. "All our moves, all our negotiations, for nothing!" Jackson couldn't stomach the idea of being outdone, especially by Chanyeol, who had a reputation for being ten steps ahead. The Fire and Light Mafia always seemed to know when to strike, swooping in and claiming what others had spent months working toward.

Lucas remained silent, knowing any defense would only provoke Jackson further. The Don's mind raced, realizing that the Giordanos had slipped through their fingers—this wasn't just a failed business deal; it was a humiliation. Chanyeol had once again outplayed him, outmaneuvered him, and stolen what should have been his.

With a deep, seething breath, Jackson muttered, "Chanyeol won this round... but he won't win the next." His eyes darkened as he stared out the window, already plotting his next move, determined to reclaim his standing and get back at Chanyeol for the insult.

The air in Jackson's office was thick with tension as he considered his next steps. "Get the word out to our informants," he ordered Lucas, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "I want to know every move Chanyeol and the Giordanos make from here on out. I don't care what it takes—money, bribes, threats—just get me information."

Lucas nodded swiftly, sensing the growing storm in his Don. Jackson wasn't one to stay down for long, and while this deal might have slipped away, Jackson knew there were other opportunities to exploit.

"We'll find a way to hit him where it hurts," Jackson continued, his voice colder, more calculated now. "Chanyeol thinks he's invincible because he's ten steps ahead, but everyone has a weak spot. Even him."

Just then, a thought occurred to Jackson, and his gaze sharpened.
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Meanwhile, Minseok sat on the edge of his cot, staring at the blank walls of the general courtyard. Stripped of everything—his title, his money, and his freedom—he had been reduced to this pitiful existence. He wasn't even allowed to leave the estate until Don Park Chanyeol decided his fate. The days felt like an eternity.

His phone rang. The name on the screen made his heart drop—D. J.

He hesitated but answered, dread creeping in.

"Minseok," Jackson's voice oozed confidence, almost mocking. "It's all over the news. You're no longer the Underboss of the Fire and Light. Seems Chanyeol has thrown you aside. Come to me. Join my family. I'll give you the position you deserve."

Minseok clenched the phone. His throat tightened. "Chanyeol hasn't made a move yet."

Jackson scoffed. "Hasn't made a move? He's stripped you of everything. You're nothing now, Minseok. Don't you want to take back what's yours?"

"I can't." Minseok's voice trembled with frustration. "I swore an oath to Fire and Light. Chanyeol hasn't ordered my death yet, and I don't know why. Normally, for what I did... the penalty is death." He paused, the words hanging in the air, then continued, "But he's spared me... moved me from the luxury estate to this... this prison with just a room, kitchen and bathroom. I'm not a soldier anymore. I'm nothing."

"Exactly," Jackson pressed, his voice low and threatening. "Which is why you need me. You have no future under Chanyeol. Join me, and you'll rise again."

Minseok shook his head, even though Jackson couldn't see him. "I can't. There's an order from Don Park Chanyeol not to let me leave. I'm trapped in this estate, and I'm not going to make a move. If I do anything, everyone will know. I've already betrayed Chanyeol, and if I step out of line again, he'll kill me. I don't know why he's let me live this long."

Jackson's voice turned icy. "If you won't join me, then work for me from inside. Be my informant. Feed me information about Chanyeol, about Fire and Light. I want to know his weakness."

"Baekhyun," Minseok mumbled. "He's Chanyeol's little plaything if I must say... He fucks a Don, and it's gotten into him."

Jackson chuckled sinisterly. "Really? Tell me more."

"I'm sorry that's all I can tell you," Minseok said, but when Jackson refused to relent, he slammed his fist against the wall, feeling the weight of his trapped existence. "Jackson, don't you understand?" He nearly shouted into the phone. "My life is hanging by a thread! Don Park Chanyeol will kill me if I betray him again. I don't care what you do with Baekhyun; I'm being careful, just watching my steps. I have a family, and I don't want to die."

"You don't want to die?" Jackson's voice was venomous. "You've killed for a living, Minseok. And now you're scared to act?"

"That's different!" Minseok retorted. "That was my job. But this... this is different. I betrayed him. If I step out of line again, I'm dead." He took a shaky breath. "Please, leave me out of this."

Jackson's tone darkened further. "You think you're safe in that estate? I can reach you anywhere, Minseok. If you don't do as I say, I'll tell the Godfathers and Dons globally that Chanyeol spared you when you should've been dead for betraying him. Imagine how that will go over. Chanyeol won't be able to protect you. You'll lose everything."

Minseok's heart pounded in his chest. The threat was real, and Jackson wasn't one to make idle threats.

"Don't make me do this, Minseok," Jackson warned, his voice full of menace. "I'll kill you personally, and I'll destroy your family too if you refuse to help me. You'll regret the day you turned your back on me."

Minseok gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles white. "I've already lost everything. I don't want more blood on my hands. Don't contact me again, Jackson. I'm done."

Minseok hung up the phone, and sat in silence, his hands shaking.
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Jackson turned to his consigliere, Zhao Ren, who just walked in, a smirk creeping onto his face. "We have a clue," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "His name is Baekhyun."

Zhao Ren raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Baekhyun? What do we know about him?"

Jackson leaned back in his chair, the wheels of his mind already turning. "Minseok mentioned him. If what he said is true, Baekhyun could be Chanyeol's weakness."

He straightened, his demeanor shifting to that of a man with a plan. "Lucas!" he called, speaking into his phone, summoning his Underboss. "Come over."

The call ended and Jackson stood up from his chair. With the distressing news of the failed Giordano deal, and the conversation with Minseok, Jackson paced the room, his jaw clenched tight as he wrestled with his thoughts. The weight of his recent defeat hung heavily on his shoulders.

In contrast to Jackson's stormy demeanor, Consigliere Zhao Ren remained a picture of calm. He moved with purpose around the ornate wooden table, where a fine bottle of red wine lay waiting. The bottle gleamed under the soft glow of the desk lamp, a stark reminder that not all things were bleak.

"Don Jackson," Zhao Ren said evenly, breaking the silence as he uncorked the bottle. "I believe it's time for you to take a moment to breathe." He poured a generous amount of wine into a crystal goblet, the liquid swirling like liquid rubies.

Jackson paused in his pacing, eyeing Zhao Ren with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "I don't need wine, Zhao. I need a plan," he snapped, the frustration evident in his voice.

Consigliere Zhao Ren, undeterred, swirled the wine in his glass, holding it up to the light to admire its deep color. "A good plan requires a clear mind, Don. Please, allow me this small indulgence." He took a delicate sip, savoring the rich, full-bodied flavor before nodding in approval. "This is a fine vintage. You'll appreciate it."

After a moment's hesitation, Jackson relented, his shoulders dropping slightly. "Fine," he said, his voice still gruff but softer. "But make it quick."

Zhao Ren smiled slightly as he poured the wine into Jackson's goblet, ensuring it was filled to the rim. "Just a moment to gather yourself, Don. You've fought hard today, and a bit of relaxation might help you refocus."

Jackson took the goblet, staring at the deep red liquid swirling within. "You always know how to manage me, Zhao," he muttered, bringing the glass to his lips. He inhaled the fragrant aroma, letting the bouquet calm his racing heart before taking a sip. The wine was bold and complex, the taste rich on his palate.

"Exactly what you needed," Zhao Ren remarked, his tone warm yet professional. "The world may seem dark, but there are always opportunities hidden within shadows."

Lucas knocked and entered the room, a look of curiosity etched on his face. "Boss?"

"Find out everything you can about Baekhyun," Jackson ordered, walking back to his chair and sitting on it, his voice steady and commanding. "I want to know who he is, what he means to Chanyeol, and if Minseok is telling the truth about him being Chanyeol's weakness."

Lucas nodded, determination flashing in his eyes. "I'll get on it right away."

As Lucas left to gather intel, Jackson leaned back in his chair, the tension in his face slowly easing. "Opportunities. Yes, I suppose you're right." He took another sip, feeling the warmth of the wine spread through him, soothing his nerves.

"Remember, every setback can lead to a new advantage," Consigliere Zhao Ren encouraged, his eyes steady on Jackson. "Chanyeol may have won this round, but we can still outmaneuver him."

Jackson set the goblet down on the table, a contemplative look crossing his face. "You always have a way of turning my anger into strategy, Zhao. I need that now more than ever."

"Then let's turn this situation to our advantage," Zhao Ren replied, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "We have Baekhyun to investigate, and every piece of information can be a tool for us. Let's use this moment to plot our next move."

Jackson smirked a glint of excitement in his eyes. "This could be the opportunity we've been waiting for. If we can exploit Chanyeol's vulnerability, we'll be one step closer to taking him down."

Zhao Ren smiled, sensing the momentum shifting in their favor. "Let's make sure we don't miss any details. This could change everything."

Jackson nodded, the wheels of revenge beginning to turn in his favor.
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It took them about one week of careful observation and discreet inquiry to uncover Baekhyun as one of Chanyeol's weaknesses. He knew he couldn't rush this—Don Jackson demanded precision and certainty before making any move, especially when it came to someone like Chanyeol, who was notoriously difficult to read.

Lucas's informant followed Chanyeol's movements closely, digging into his personal life, especially anyone who seemed to hold his attention outside the typical mafia dealings. It wasn't long before Baekhyun stood out—a constant presence around Chanyeol, both inside and outside the Fire and Light Mafia estate. The deeper they looked, the more obvious it became: Baekhyun wasn't just anyone to Chanyeol. He was more than a casual fling or a strategic alliance; he had the kind of pullover Chanyeol that few others could boast.

Lucas felt his conviction solidify as he observed the subtle yet revealing signs from his informants—Baekhyun's presence seemed to provoke unusual behavior in Chanyeol—shorter tempers when others were around Baekhyun, a sense of protectiveness that went beyond business. The car gift, Chanyeol had reportedly given Baekhyun after he got back from Milan—How they got the information was a mystery but these all pointed to one thing: Baekhyun was Chanyeol's soft spot.

When Lucas was confident in his findings, he returned to Don Jackson and informed him of the discovery. He laid out the evidence, describing Baekhyun as not just a lover, but a potential vulnerability for Chanyeol—a rare one, given how guarded the mafia boss typically was.

Jackson's expression shifted from curiosity to cold calculation as Lucas finished his report. "So, the great Don Chanyeol has a weak spot," Jackson murmured, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Baekhyun..." He let the name roll off his tongue, already thinking of ways to use this information to his advantage.

"Good work, Lucas," Jackson finally said, a slow smile creeping across his face. "Now, we wait for the right moment to strike."

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Once the deal was inked on that fateful Sunday night, both families moved quickly to execute their plans. The Giordano family, through Chanyeol's influence, penetrated the Korean market with ease. Chanyeol provided the infrastructure, the local connections, and the necessary influence to smooth out the process.

In return, Giordano opened Europe to Chanyeol and his Fire and Light Mafia family. The European markets had always been a challenge due to the various families who had already established dominance, but with the Giordanos vouching for Chanyeol, doors that had been previously closed were opened.

The partnership between the two families solidified their power. In South Korea, the Giordano family's products and services seamlessly penetrated the market, bypassing the usual bureaucratic uncle sugars and legal barriers. Chanyeol's deep-rooted connections and influence ensured that any resistance was swiftly dealt with. Korean distributors, local politicians, and law enforcement, already indebted or intimidated by the Fire and Light Mafia, facilitated Giordano's business operations with little friction. Profits skyrocketed as Giordano's luxury goods, drugs, and other ventures found their place among Korea's elite, expanding their influence in ways that other European families could only dream of. It was a perfect balance—both families giving and taking in equal measure, but always with their eyes on greater conquests.

Chanyeol's strategic brilliance was key. He ensured that every move was protected, and every potential challenge handled with ruthless efficiency. His operations in Europe flourished with the Giordanos' support. European markets, especially in Italy, France, and Spain, opened up to the Fire and Light family. The shipment routes, previously difficult to penetrate due to European mafia control, were now secure, allowing Chanyeol to smuggle arms, drugs, and other illicit goods with ease. The demand for Korean goods in underground European markets was skyrocketing, and Chanyeol's family seized the opportunity completely. The result was an overwhelming flow of dirty money—billions of dollars, pounds, and euros pouring in steadily. Even at that, he managed his new European ventures as carefully as his home operations, positioning himself always a few steps ahead of his rivals. The Giordanos, for their part, were pleased with the way Chanyeol's influence expanded their reach, and they honored their end of the deal with loyalty, even when Don Jackson and others tried to undermine them.

The success of the deal made the Fire and Light Mafia family not just dominant in South Korea but a rising force in the global underworld. Chanyeol was known for being strategic, and always thinking ahead. He not only secured lucrative contracts for weapons and narcotics but also expanded into legitimate businesses through Giordano's connections—restaurants, clubs, hotels, and high-end retail chains, all fronts for laundering their enormous profits.

The relationship between the two families grew even stronger. Chanyeol's influence in Europe expanded through Giordano's networks, and Giordano enjoyed an unprecedented foothold in Asia. Their joint ventures created a cross-continental pipeline of illicit trade that other mafia families could not compete with.

The deal became the foundation of an empire that allowed both families to control vast territories across Asia and Europe. It wasn't just about the money—it was about power, influence, and being steps ahead of their rivals. Chanyeol's success in Europe, through his alliance with Giordano, solidified his reputation as one of the most feared and respected mafia dons globally.
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Chanyeol's meteoric success in the European market through his alliance with the Giordano family quickly became the talk of the underground world, not just in Korea but across Asia and Europe. News of his seamless infiltration of European territory, particularly the lucrative arms and narcotics trade, spread like wildfire. He had not only secured a foothold but expanded the reach of the Fire and Light Mafia family, a feat that many thought impossible.

The sheer scale of his success caught the attention of other mafia families in South Korea, and Sicily, some of whom began to see Don Chanyeol as the natural choice to become a Godfather—a position of ultimate power and respect within the country's mafia hierarchy. The Godfather title was rarely handed out, and it was an acknowledgment of not just wealth but influence, leadership, and the ability to keep the family strong amid rival threats. The offer came with a weight that no one took lightly.

However, when Chanyeol was first approached about the nomination, he was skeptical. Being a Godfather meant not just expanding his power but stepping into the spotlight in a way that might draw unwanted attention from rivals, the government, and law enforcement. The title brought respect, but it also brought greater risks. Chanyeol valued control and being steps ahead of others—he wasn't sure if taking the Godfather role would be the best move, given the exposure it could bring.

After receiving the offer, Chanyeol sat with his consigliere, Heechul, and Underboss Sehun to discuss the implications of the position. Heechul, ever the strategist, saw the title as an opportunity to secure not only Chanyeol's legacy but the long-term survival of the Fire and Light family. "It's not just a title," Heechul explained. "It's a seat at the head of the table. With the Giordanos behind you in Europe and our dominance in South Korea, and Asia as a whole, no one will dare challenge you. You'll have more influence, and we can control the narrative."

Underboss Sehun, on the other hand, was more straightforward in his advice. He had witnessed firsthand how Chanyeol had navigated the mafia landscape, from their recent trip to Milan to countless other negotiations. Sehun respected Chanyeol's cautious nature, but he saw the Godfather role as a chance to protect the family from other rising threats. "Boss," Sehun said, "we've worked too hard to let someone else take that position. If it's not you, another don will step up, and they might not be as favorable to our family. This is about securing everything we've built."

Their arguments made Chanyeol reflect. He knew that while the Godfather role carried risks, it also provided a layer of protection. The other families would be forced to respect him, and the Fire and Light family would become the most powerful in the region. The weight of the position was significant, but with his consigliere and underboss at his side, Chanyeol began to see the potential benefits. They could leverage the title to control not just the Korean underworld but stretch their influence even further, possibly expanding their operations beyond Europe into untapped markets.

Chanyeol remained thoughtful but ultimately began to see the logic in Heechul and Sehun's words. If anyone was going to sit at the top, it should be him. After days of careful consideration, Chanyeol finally agreed to accept the nomination.

His decision sent shockwaves through the South Korean mafia world. The Fire and Light family, already a force to be reckoned with, would now have even more power. Chanyeol's ascent to Godfather status was imminent, and it was clear that his reign would usher in a new era of dominance, both in South Korea and across international borders.

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When Don Jackson of the Jackville Mafia Family received the news of Don Chanyeol's Godfather nomination, a thinly veiled fury washed over him. His expression was cold, his jaw clenched, and the vein in his temple throbbed as Lucas, his Sotto Capo, delivered the update. Standing beside Jackson in the lavish office was Zhao Ren, his consigliere—a man known for his sharp intellect and even sharper instincts. The dim light cast shadows over the room, but the weight of the news was unmistakable.

Jackson had known that Chanyeol's growing influence was a problem, but the fact that he was now poised to become Godfather in South Korea was a direct threat to his operations. Chanyeol's control over the Korean underworld would mean tighter borders, fewer opportunities for external families like Jackson's to infiltrate the market, and more restrictions on their narcotics and arms trade. Everything they had been working toward—their expansion plans—now hung by a thread.

"He accepted?" Jackson muttered under his breath, his fists tightening as he paced the room. "That slippery bastard... This will make things far more complicated."

Underboss Lucas, standing by the door, nodded solemnly. "He's already solidified his position in Europe. With the Giordanos backing him and now this, it's going to be nearly impossible to break through his defenses."

Zhao Ren stepped forward, his expression calm yet serious. "Don Jackson, we must anticipate Chanyeol's next moves. He is cunning and has already proven his capability to strategize under pressure."

Jackson slammed his fist onto the table, sending a stack of papers flying. "Damn it! Chanyeol's too calculated. If he takes the Godfather seat, he'll have the entire Korean market locked down. We can't afford to let this happen."

The air in the room thickened with tension as Jackson brooded over the implications. He had worked for years to build connections in South Korea, bribing officials, infiltrating smaller families, and planning for a full-scale operation in the region. Chanyeol's rise to Godfather would crush all of that.

Jackson's mind raced, searching for a way to undermine Chanyeol's power before it was too late. He knew the Korean don wasn't one to be underestimated. Chanyeol had proven time and again that he was always ten steps ahead, making moves that others could never predict. And now, with the Giordano alliance and the Godfather title, he would be nearly untouchable.

Underboss Lucas spoke up cautiously. "There's still a way, boss. Every man has a weakness. Chanyeol's just a man. Let's use his weakness which is Baekhyun. If we can exploit that, we might be able to stop him before he solidifies his new position."

Jackson's eyes narrowed as he considered the possibility. "Baekhyun," he muttered, the name rolling off his tongue like a curse. "Chanyeol's weakness is that boy. If we can get to him, it might be the leverage we need."

Consigliere Zhao Ren nodded thoughtfully, his gaze steady. "Chanyeol's emotional ties can be exploited, but we must tread carefully. He keeps Baekhyun close. We need a plan that is both subtle and effective."

Jackson's anger simmered as he leaned back in his chair, his mind already calculating his next move. "Find out everything you can about Baekhyun. His movements, his routine, and who he talks to. If we can get close to him, we can force Chanyeol's hand."

As Lucas left the room to carry out the orders, Jackson sat in silence, his mind focused on one thing: taking down Don Chanyeol. If he couldn't stop him through brute force, he would hit him where it hurt the most—by targeting the one person Chanyeol seemed to care about more than his empire.

The battle for control in South Korea wasn't over yet, and Jackson was prepared to play dirty to ensure his victory.
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Lucas, following Don Jackson's orders, wasted no time setting his plan into motion. He carefully selected one of his most skilled men, a shadow-like figure named Li Wei, to begin trailing Baekhyun. Lucas knew that Baekhyun was the key to disrupting Don Chanyeol's rise, and Li Wei was the perfect operative—stealthy, experienced, and untraceable.

Li Wei arrived in Seoul a few days later, blending into the city like a ghost. He quickly identified Baekhyun's routine: attending university, studying at the library, grabbing coffee with friends at his usual spots. Li Wei kept his distance, capturing pictures and videos of Baekhyun from afar—while he sat in the university courtyard, chatted with classmates, or walked to his car after study sessions.

For days, Li Wei watched Baekhyun's every move. He tailed him discreetly in busy areas, always maintaining a safe distance. Baekhyun's life seemed ordinary on the surface, but Li Wei knew that behind this quiet facade was the one person who could bring Chanyeol to his knees.

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The soft glow of the moon filtered through the large windows, casting pale beams of light across Don's room. The night was calm, and quiet, except for the occasional rustling of the trees outside and the distant hum of city life. Inside the bedroom, however, Baekhyun was anything but calm. He lay sprawled across the bed, his head resting on Chanyeol's chest, lips forming a familiar pout as he absentmindedly traced circles on Chanyeol's skin under the sheets.

"Channie..." Baekhyun's voice was a soft, playful whisper, but Chanyeol could already sense the request coming.

The Mafia Don sighed, his eyes heavy with the weight of the day, but he gently shifted to look at his boyfriend. "What is it, Baby?" His voice was low and tired, but there was always a hint of warmth when he spoke to Baekhyun, no matter how exhausted he was.

Baekhyun propped himself up slightly, eyes twinkling in the dim light. "I was thinking... maybe you could let me drive myself to school tomorrow? Just this once?"

Chanyeol groaned inwardly, turning his head slightly on the pillow to look at Baekhyun's pleading face. He should have expected this. Every few days, Baekhyun would try to convince him to loosen up on his strict security protocols, especially when it came to driving himself. And every time, Chanyeol would refuse.

"No," Chanyeol murmured, his deep voice firm but soft as he pulled Baekhyun closer under the covers. "You know why I can't let you do that."

"But Channie..." Baekhyun whined, burying his face in Chanyeol's neck, his warm breath sending shivers down Chanyeol's spine. "I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself, you know."

Chanyeol's lips twitched into a small smile, but he quickly forced it away. "I know you're not a kid, Baek. But you're important. I can't take any risks with you."

Baekhyun shifted, sliding his leg over Chanyeol's and pressing his body closer. "You're always so serious," he murmured, his lips brushing against Chanyeol's collarbone. "I'll be fine. I promise."

Chanyeol closed his eyes, willing himself not to give in, but Baekhyun wasn't making it easy. His fingers slid through Baekhyun's soft hair, an instinctive gesture of affection, but his voice remained firm. "No. It's dangerous out there. You're not driving alone."

Baekhyun let out a frustrated huff, pouting even more as he cuddled up closer, practically lying on top of Chanyeol now. The moonlight caught the faint sheen in his eyes as he gazed up at Chanyeol, trying to look as innocent and persuasive as possible.

"Please, Chanyeol?" he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Chanyeol's jaw. "Just this once? I hate the way people stare at me when your soldiers follow me around. It makes me feel... weird."

Chanyeol sighed heavily, his hand gently stroking Baekhyun's back as he stared up at the ceiling, weighing his options. His body ached with exhaustion, but Baekhyun's constant pleading was starting to chip away at his resolve.

"They'll stare even more if something happens to you," Chanyeol said softly, his voice thick with concern. "I can't let that happen, Baek."

Baekhyun's face scrunched up in an even deeper pout. "But nothing's going to happen! I'm just driving to school. It's not like I'm going to war." He leaned down, his lips brushing against Chanyeol's in a soft, teasing kiss. "Please?"

Chanyeol groaned, running a hand over his face as he felt his resistance slipping. He was never good at saying no to Baekhyun, especially when he was being this sweet. After a long moment, he opened his eyes and sighed, already regretting what he was about to say.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice resigned. "But on one condition."

Baekhyun's eyes lit up with excitement as he sat up slightly, leaning on his elbows. "What is it?" he asked eagerly, already sensing victory.

Chanyeol looked at him seriously, his dark eyes reflecting the moonlight. "The soldiers will follow you. In separate cars. You won't see them, but they'll be there."

Baekhyun's excitement faltered slightly, and he let out a small groan. "Channie... people already think I'm weird because of the soldiers. Can't they just... not follow me this time?"

Chanyeol shook his head, his expression soft but resolute. "Your safety comes first, Baekhyun. Always."

Baekhyun pouted again, lying back down on Chanyeol's chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. "But it makes me shy... They're always watching me. I just want to feel normal for once."

Chanyeol's heart softened at that, but his protective instincts were too strong to ignore. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of Baekhyun's head, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "I know. But this is how it has to be. I need to know you're safe."

Baekhyun huffed quietly but gave up, resting his head on Chanyeol's chest again, his fingers still absentmindedly drawing patterns on Chanyeol's skin. "Fine... but you better tell them not to be so obvious about it."

Chanyeol chuckled, his fingers trailing through Baekhyun's hair again, soothing him. "They'll be discreet. I promise."

Baekhyun mumbled something under his breath, but he finally relaxed, closing his eyes as Chanyeol's hand continued to stroke his hair gently. Despite his earlier frustration, Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol's protectiveness came from a place of love, and that made it hard to stay upset for long. He pressed one last soft kiss to Chanyeol's cheeks, snuggling closer.

As the room settled into a peaceful silence, Chanyeol sighed, his body finally relaxing as he closed his eyes. Even if he allowed Baekhyun this small freedom, his soldiers would still be there—unseen but ever-present, protecting what mattered most. But for now, in the quiet embrace of the night, he could allow himself to drift off, knowing Baekhyun was safely beside him.
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That morning, the sun had barely risen when Baekhyun slipped out of bed, excitement buzzing through him. He had finally convinced Chanyeol to let him drive himself to school, and even though Don had imposed some conditions, it still felt like a small victory.

Baekhyun glanced back at Chanyeol, who was still asleep, his large frame sprawled across the bed. He smiled softly, knowing how hard it had been for Chanyeol to agree. Quietly, Baekhyun grabbed his things and headed out the door, to freshen up, eager to enjoy this rare moment of freedom.

His new sleek, black Mercedes-Benz EQS SUV gleamed in the driveway, a recent and expensive model that Chanyeol had gifted him as he returned from Milan. The engine purred to life as he pressed the start button, and with a satisfied grin, Baekhyun drove off, the wind rushing through the open windows as the city started to wake up around him.

About a minute after he left, another sleek black Mercedes-Benz GLS pulled out of the estate driveway. Inside were two of Chanyeol's Mafia soldiers, their expressions serious as they followed Baekhyun's car. As per the Don's orders, they kept their distance, staying far enough behind so Baekhyun wouldn't feel their presence, but close enough to react if anything went wrong.

"Keep it subtle," one of the soldiers, a tall man with sharp eyes, muttered to his partner, who was driving. "Boss doesn't want him to feel like he's being watched."

The other soldier nodded, adjusting the rearview mirror as he maintained the gap between them and Baekhyun's car. "Yeah, but we can't let anything happen to him. If something goes wrong..."

"Don't even think about it," the first soldier said, his tone clipped. "We won't fail."

Baekhyun, blissfully unaware of the silent shadows tailing him, drove through the city with a smile. For once, it felt good not to have the usual entourage surrounding him, the constant reminder that he was more than just an ordinary student. He hummed along to the music playing in the car, already thinking about the day ahead.

As he pulled up to a red light, Baekhyun glanced in the rearview mirror, frowning slightly when he noticed a black car a few cars behind him. It seemed familiar, but he quickly brushed off the thought. Chanyeol's soldiers were probably miles behind him by now, being as discreet as possible.

The light turned green, and Baekhyun pressed on the gas, continuing on his way. The city felt a little less imposing this morning, and for the first time in a long while, he didn't feel like the eyes of the world were on him. Just him, his car, and the freedom of driving himself.

But what he didn't know was that every turn he took, every stop he made, the black car was never too far behind, its occupants on high alert, ensuring nothing interrupted his peaceful morning. The soldiers had perfected their art of blending in, and despite Baekhyun's occasional glances, he never suspected they were there, silently watching over him.

The drive to school was smooth, and as Baekhyun pulled into the parking lot, he couldn't help but feel a small sense of accomplishment. He had done it—he had driven himself, just like he had wanted. He parked the car, feeling a little giddy as he stepped out, the morning sun warming his face.

Unbeknownst to him, the black car had parked a short distance away, the soldiers remaining inside as they watched him from afar. One of them pulled out a phone, texting a quick update to the estate.

"The bird's in the nest, Boss. Everything's clear so far."

Back at the estate, Chanyeol's phone buzzed with the message, and though he was still groggy from sleep, a small sense of relief washed over him. Baekhyun was safe—at least for now.

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The school day passed uneventfully, but Baekhyun could barely focus on his classes. His thoughts kept drifting back to the morning's drive, how freeing it felt to be behind the wheel without anyone hovering over him. His chest swelled with pride at the memory, and by the time the final classes ended, Baekhyun couldn't wait to get home and tell Chanyeol all about it.

As he walked to his car in the parking lot, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He had done it—he had driven himself to school, and nothing had gone wrong. He slid into the driver's seat, his fingers drumming excitedly on the steering wheel before he pressed the start button and started the engine.

The drive back home felt even better than the morning. Baekhyun rolled down the windows, letting the cool evening air sweep through his hair, and cranked up the music. With each turn, he became more confident and more comfortable. He wasn't just Baekhyun, the boyfriend of a Mafia Don. He was Baekhyun, independent and capable.

He didn't notice the same sleek black car trailing him at a safe distance, just as they had in the morning. The soldiers followed quietly, keeping a watchful eye as they made sure their charge returned home safely, as instructed by the Don.

When Baekhyun finally pulled into the estate's driveway, he couldn't wipe the grin off his face. He had done it—he had driven to school and back without a hitch. As he parked the car and stepped out, a surge of pride filled him, almost making him want to puff out his chest.

The soldiers, still unseen, parked discreetly near the gates, their mission complete. They exchanged nods of approval, knowing they had done their job without interfering with Baekhyun's day.

Baekhyun, meanwhile, hurried into the house, his heart racing with excitement. He kicked off his shoes, practically bouncing as he made his way through the hallways in search of Chanyeol. He couldn't wait to tell him how well he had done.

"Chanyeol!" Baekhyun called out, his voice filled with excitement as he pushed open the door to Chanyeol's study. The Don looked up from the stack of papers he had been reviewing, his tired eyes softening the moment they landed on Baekhyun.

The sight of his boyfriend so eager and full of energy instantly lifted Chanyeol's mood. He leaned back in his chair, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're back," he said, his voice deep and calm, but there was a note of curiosity in his tone.

Baekhyun rushed over to him, practically throwing himself into Chanyeol's lap, his arms wrapping around Don's broad shoulders. "I did it!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up. "I drove to school and back all by myself! No problems at all!"

Chanyeol chuckled softly, his large hands instinctively settling on Baekhyun's waist as he steadied him. "Oh? Is that so?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't crash into anything, did you?"

"Of course not!" Baekhyun huffed, pouting playfully as he snuggled closer to Chanyeol. "I told you I could do it."

Chanyeol's heart warmed at the sight of Baekhyun's enthusiasm, and though he had been worried all day, seeing Baekhyun safe and happy put him at ease. He brushed a strand of hair out of Baekhyun's face, his fingers gently tracing the soft curve of his jaw. "I never doubted you," he murmured, though his protective nature had been in overdrive all day.

Baekhyun nuzzled into Chanyeol's neck, his lips brushing against the Don's skin as he spoke. "I drove so well... You should've seen me," he boasted softly, his voice muffled by the way he was pressed against Chanyeol. "It was perfect."

Chanyeol chuckled again, his deep voice vibrating through his chest. "I'm sure it was," he said, tightening his hold around Baekhyun. "But..."

Baekhyun lifted his head slightly, his pout returning. "But?"

Chanyeol sighed, his thumb gently caressing Baekhyun's hip. "You know I had soldiers follow you, right?" he admitted, his tone half apologetic.

Baekhyun groaned dramatically, burying his face in Chanyeol's neck again. "I knew it! I thought I saw a car behind me, but I didn't want to believe it. Can't I have just a little bit of freedom?"

Chanyeol's lips curved into a fond smile as he pressed a kiss to the top of Baekhyun's head. "I'm sorry, baby. I just... I can't take any chances with your safety. You're too important to me."

Baekhyun sighed, his breath warm against Chanyeol's skin. "I know," he mumbled, his voice softening. "But I hate feeling like I'm constantly being watched. It's so... suffocating sometimes."

Chanyeol's expression softened even further, his fingers threading through Baekhyun's hair. "I understand," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity. "But I'll never stop protecting you. Even if it means being a little overbearing sometimes."

Baekhyun smiled against Chanyeol's neck, his frustration melting away in the warmth of his boyfriend's embrace. "Fine," he conceded, "but next time, no following me, okay?"

Chanyeol chuckled, his deep laugh rumbling in his chest. "We'll see," he teased, earning a playful pinch from Baekhyun.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, Baekhyun's excitement still bubbling beneath the surface, and Chanyeol's quiet, protective presence grounding him. It was moments like these that Baekhyun cherished the most—moments where he could be with Chanyeol without the weight of their world pressing down on them.

Eventually, Baekhyun pulled back slightly, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and affection. "I'm still proud of myself," he declared, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "I drove like a pro today."

Chanyeol smirked, his hand cupping Baekhyun's cheek as he leaned in, their lips brushing softly. "I'm proud of you too," he murmured against Baekhyun's lips before pressing a tender kiss to them, sealing the moment with his love and approval.
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With the Godfather ascension looming on the horizon, Chanyeol had become increasingly involved in the high-stakes business of preparing for his future as the new head of the Mafia empire. This time, it required him to travel abroad for several days, attending crucial meetings with powerful allies. He left with his trusted consigliere, Heechul, by his side, knowing that every detail had to be carefully ironed out for a smooth transition into power.

Before he left, Chanyeol made sure to have a long talk with Baekhyun, reminding him to be cautious while he was gone, even though things had seemed calm and quiet lately. He had reluctantly agreed to loosen the security around Baekhyun a little, not wanting to overwhelm him with constant guards, but he made sure that the soldiers would still be nearby, just in case.

"I'll be fine," Baekhyun had reassured him that night, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol in a warm embrace before he left. "I can take care of myself, you know."

Chanyeol smiled, his fingers gently running through Baekhyun's hair as he pulled him close. "I know you can. But you'll still have the soldiers watching over you, just not as obvious. They'll stay close, but out of sight."

Baekhyun had pouted, though it was more playful than anything. He knew how much Chanyeol cared for him, and though the security sometimes felt stifling, he understood the necessity of it. "Okay," he sighed, leaning up to give Chanyeol one last kiss before he left for his trip. "But don't worry too much about me. I've got this."

Chanyeol chuckled softly, pressing a final kiss to Baekhyun's forehead before he whispered, "Just be careful."

With Chanyeol away, Baekhyun found himself settling into his routine. He drove himself to school every morning, the freedom of the open road filling him with a sense of independence that he cherished. It felt good to have a little space to breathe, even if he knew the soldiers were still nearby, their presence lingering in the background just out of sight.

Every morning, he would slide into the driver's seat, feeling the smooth leather beneath his fingers as he gripped the wheel. There was something exhilarating about driving himself, about not having anyone hovering over him, watching his every move. The sleek black car that trailed him at a safe distance barely registered in his mind anymore—it was simply part of the background now, not something he focused on.

Baekhyun made the drive to and from school again without any trouble, feeling more and more confident each day. It seemed like the danger that had once loomed over them had subsided, and for the first time in a while, Baekhyun felt a sense of normalcy creeping back into his life.

But as the days passed, Baekhyun began to feel a strange unease. He couldn't shake the sensation that he was being watched, a constant prickling at the back of his neck. At first, he dismissed it, not wanting to tell his boyfriend, attributing it to stress from school. But it wasn't long before the feeling became more intense. Every time he left the mansion, walked through campus, or met friends at their favorite coffee shop, it felt as though someone's eyes were on him.

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One evening, as Baekhyun was heading back to his car after a study session at the university library, he saw a shadow in his peripheral vision. He quickened his pace, glancing over his shoulder, but saw nothing. His heart began to race. He fumbled for his phone, trying to calm his nerves as he walked toward his car.

Li Wei watched from a distance, keeping his pace slow and nonchalant. He snapped a few more pictures as Baekhyun reached his car, noticing the boy's growing anxiety. Li Wei smirked. His plan was working.

By the time Baekhyun reached the coffee shop the next morning, his nerves were frayed. He sat with his friends, attempting to enjoy their conversation, but his attention kept drifting to the windows. He was sure of it now—someone was following him. His paranoia peaked when he saw a man, dressed in dark clothes, standing on the opposite side of the street, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

Baekhyun's breath hitched. His hand trembled as he reached for his phone, panic surging through him. He didn't know what to do, but since Don Chanyeol, his boyfriend was out of the country with his consigliere, there was only one person he trusted enough to call in a moment like this.

He dialed the number with shaking fingers.
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Underboss Sehun and Caporigeme Hawk stood by the warehouse doors, the crisp evening air around them as they finalized the last consignment for the day. The deal had gone smoothly, and the shipment was ready for delivery. Hawk glanced at Sehun, giving him a nod of approval as they wrapped up their business.

"Everything's in place, Sotto," Hawk said, closing the ledger they had been reviewing.

"Good," Sehun replied, his sharp eyes scanning the area one last time before heading toward their car. The night had been uneventful so far, and Sehun, though always on alert, felt a rare moment of ease. The tension that came with their line of work was always present, but at least tonight, things had gone according to plan.

Just as Sehun reached for the car door, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He paused, pulling it out and glancing at the screen. His normally composed expression softened slightly when he saw the name flashing on the screen: Baekhyun.

Hawk, already half in the driver's seat, raised an eyebrow. "Baekhyun?" he asked, a slight smirk playing on his lips. It wasn't uncommon for Baekhyun to call Sehun for one thing or another, especially with Chanyeol being away. He had become like a little brother to them all.

"Yeah," Sehun answered with a small smile, before answering the call. "Baekhyun?" His tone was gentle, a stark contrast to the steely voice he used for business.
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"Sotto Sehun... I think someone's following me," Baekhyun stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced around the coffee shop.

On the other end of the line, Sehun's tone immediately shifted, becoming cold and calculated. "Where are you right now?" he asked, already moving as he entered the car and turned on the ignition.

"I'm near the coffee shop on campus. I saw a man... he's been following me for days. I don't know what to do," Baekhyun's voice cracked with fear.

Sehun's grip tightened around the steering wheel as he sped up. "Listen to me, Baekhyun. Don't go home. Drive to the nearest police station and stay there. I'll come get you."

"But—"

"No buts. Do it now, Baekhyun. I'll be there soon."

Baekhyun's heart pounded in his chest as he hung up the phone and hurriedly left the coffee shop, leaving his friends behind without a proper goodbye, glancing over his shoulder the entire time. He saw the man again, standing too close for comfort now, his gaze fixed on Baekhyun.

Baekhyun hurried to his car, feeling exposed. His hands shook as he pressed the start button and the engine roared to life, his mind racing with fear and questions. He followed Sehun's instructions, driving to the nearest police station, hoping the presence of law enforcement would deter whoever was following him. The unease clung to him as he waited in the car, eyes scanning the street for any sign of Sehun.

Meanwhile, Li Wei watched from a safe distance, smirking to himself as Baekhyun drove off. He had what he needed for now—the photos, the videos, the proof that Baekhyun was vulnerable. But this was only the beginning.
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Sehun's hands gripped the wheel tightly, his mind racing. He couldn't shake the feeling of anger boiling inside him. Someone was following Baekhyun, and that meant someone was trying to mess with Don Chanyeol—and by extension, all of them. Whoever was behind this would pay.

As they neared the police station, Sehun slowed the car, pulling up at a distance where they could scope the surroundings. The building was dimly lit, and the parking lot was mostly empty. Sehun spotted Baekhyun's car parked in a corner, and a flicker of relief washed over him.

"He's still inside," Hawk murmured, eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. "No sign of trouble yet."

Sehun nodded. "Let's get him out of there. Keep it quiet."

He stepped out of the car, his leather jacket rustling slightly as he adjusted it. They moved swiftly, their faces set in stone, their eyes alert for any suspicious movements. As Sehun approached the entrance of the police station, his phone buzzed. A quick text from Baekhyun: I'm still here, but I'm scared.

Sehun typed a quick response: Coming in now. Stay calm.

The moment Sehun walked into the station, he spotted Baekhyun sitting on a bench inside the police station. His face was pale, and his eyes darted around nervously. The tension in his posture was clear—he was on edge, but visibly relieved the second he saw Sehun step through the doors.

Sehun strode over to him, keeping his voice calm but firm. "You're coming with me. We're getting you out of here."

Baekhyun stood up, nodding quickly. He felt a wave of safety wash over him now that Sehun was here. "I didn't know who else to call..."

"You did the right thing," Sehun replied, placing a reassuring hand on Baekhyun's shoulder. "Let's go."

With Hawk covering their backs, they moved swiftly out of the station. Sehun guided Baekhyun into the car, securing him in the back seat, while Hawk kept his watchful gaze on the streets outside as he entered Baekhyun's car. Sehun fired up the engine, and they were off.

The ride back to the Fire and Light Mafia Estate was silent, but the air was thick with unspoken tension. Baekhyun's hands were clasped together, his knuckles white as he tried to process everything. Sehun's presence was comforting, but the reality of being followed for days was still gnawing at him.

Sehun glanced over at him briefly, his voice low. "You're safe now. No one's going to touch you."

Baekhyun nodded, though the fear still lingered. "Who would even do something like this?"

"Someone trying to get to Chanyeol," Sehun said, his tone cold. "And if they're using you to get to him, that means they're desperate."

Baekhyun shivered at the thought. He had known being connected to Chanyeol meant danger, but this was more intense than he had imagined.

By the time they reached the estate, the atmosphere had shifted. The massive iron gates swung open as they approached, and Sehun drove through, heading straight toward the main mansion. The estate was quiet, but the sense of power and security that radiated from the place was undeniable. This was Chanyeol's kingdom, and inside these walls, Baekhyun would be untouchable.

Sehun parked the car, and Hawk motioned for the soldiers to secure the area. As Sehun led Baekhyun inside, the weight of the night's events seemed to hang heavily in the air. Chanyeol wasn't there—he was still handling business elsewhere—but Sehun knew his boss would hear about this soon enough.

Once they were inside, Sehun turned to Baekhyun, his gaze softening slightly. "Get some rest. No one's getting near you as long as you're here. We'll figure this out."

Baekhyun nodded, his body still tense but thankful for the safety of the estate. "Thanks, Sotto Sehun... I don't know what I'd have done without you."

Sehun gave him a small nod. "We protect our own. You'll be alright."

As Sehun turned to head back to the others, his mind was already racing with the next steps. Whoever was behind this, they would find them. And they would pay.

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That evening, Sehun gave a detailed report to Don Park Chanyeol, who was abroad with his consigliere, Heechul, on business for the upcoming Godfather ascension. The evening had been relatively calm until Sehun mentioned something that made Chanyeol's blood turn cold—Baekhyun had been followed.

Chanyeol's grip tightened on the phone, his knuckles white as he listened to Sehun's explanation. His voice was low but simmering with rage. "What do you mean he was followed? Who?"

Sehun's calm voice came through the line, professional as always. "We're still investigating, but it doesn't seem like they approached him. They kept a distance. It's hard to say if they're just monitoring or if something more is in play."

Chanyeol clenched his jaw, a dangerous silence following. He had been uneasy about letting Baekhyun drive himself to school in the first place, and now this—confirmation that Baekhyun was being watched, possibly targeted. His protective instincts flared up like wildfire.

"Keep eyes on him," Chanyeol said through gritted teeth. "I want reports on his every move until I get back. I don't care who it is—find out."

"Yes, boss," Sehun replied, knowing better than to question the Don's orders when he was like this.

Chanyeol ended the call, his mind swirling with anger and worry. He was livid, not at Baekhyun, but at the situation, the danger that lingered around his lover without him there to protect him. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face before picking up his phone to call Baekhyun. He had to talk to him immediately.

The phone rang a few times before Baekhyun picked up, his voice cheerful as always. "Hey, Chanyeol!" he greeted, clearly happy to hear from him.

Chanyeol took a deep breath, trying to soften the edge in his tone, but there was no mistaking the seriousness in his voice. "Baekhyun," he said, his tone calm but firm. "I need you to listen to me, carefully."

Baekhyun could instantly sense that something was off. "What is it?" he asked, his lightheartedness dimming.

Chanyeol's voice was steady, but the command in his words was unmistakable. "You're not driving to school alone anymore. Ever again."

Baekhyun's heart sank, knowing there was no point in arguing. He could tell from Chanyeol's tone that there was no room for negotiation. He sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settle over him. "Okay," he muttered quietly.

Chanyeol wasn't going to let it go that easily. "What was that?" he asked, his tone a little sharper.

Baekhyun sighed again, knowing he couldn't play his usual games to get out of this one. "I said nothing. It's just... okay."

"Good," Chanyeol replied, his voice softening just a fraction. "I'll talk to you in the morning. You understand? Just take care of yourself and go to bed."

"Okay," Baekhyun said quietly, feeling a pang of disappointment in his chest. He had been enjoying his newfound freedom, driving to school and back. Now, everything felt like it was slipping away.

"Goodnight," Chanyeol said before hanging up, leaving Baekhyun staring at the phone in silence.

Baekhyun sighed deeply, tossing the phone onto his bed and flopping down beside it. "Oh God," he muttered to himself, feeling the frustration bubble up. Now that he had just started to enjoy driving, now that he had started feeling some sense of independence, it was all crashing down around him.

He knew Chanyeol was only trying to protect him, but still, it felt suffocating. Baekhyun sighed again, pulling the covers over himself. There was no point in arguing. Chanyeol had made up his mind, and once that happened, nothing would change it.

With one last frustrated sigh, Baekhyun turned over, resigning himself to the situation. It was going to be a long night.

Baekhyun bit his lip, imagining the look on Chanyeol's face when he heard what had happened. He could picture it so clearly—those dark, intense eyes narrowing in fury, his jaw clenched in that dangerously calm way that always sent shivers down Baekhyun's spine. He sighed, already feeling guilty for how worried Chanyeol must have been.

Those eyes... Baekhyun smiled to himself, remembering the first time he had noticed them. They had drawn him in from the beginning—so sharp and commanding, yet soft when Chanyeol looked at him with affection. It had been impossible not to fall for him. He always told himself that it was the eyes that did it, but really, it was everything. Chanyeol's presence, his strength, the way he made Baekhyun feel so utterly safe. Perks of dating a Mafia Don, Baekhyun thought, meant full-time protection.

He sighed again, rolling over in bed, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets against his skin. The thrill of driving himself to school had been fun, sure, but he knew it came with risks—risks that Chanyeol would never tolerate. And now, with this situation, those moments of freedom were gone. Baekhyun knew Chanyeol would never let him out of his sight now, not without layers of protection.

But it wasn't just the safety net that Chanyeol wrapped around him that made Baekhyun toss and turn in bed. It was the weight of knowing how much Chanyeol cared, how deeply he loved him. The thought of Chanyeol pacing, furious and worried, made Baekhyun's heartache.

Tossing around again, Baekhyun hugged a pillow close to his chest, trying to push away the sense of guilt gnawing at him. He didn't want Chanyeol to worry, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little warmth from it, knowing just how much he meant to Don. "Ugh..." he muttered, burying his face in the pillow.

This was what it meant to be with someone like Chanyeol—someone who would go to any lengths to keep him safe, even if it meant taking away the smallest freedoms. Baekhyun sighed once more, his lips curving into a faint smile despite the situation. He loved Chanyeol too much to argue with him about it. And besides, those dark, protective eyes always melted his resistance.

As he tossed and turned, his thoughts kept circling back to Chanyeol. "How am I supposed to sleep now?" he whispered to himself, picturing the fierce, protective glare that awaited him the next time they spoke.

One thing was certain—Chanyeol would never let him drive alone again. Ever.

Baekhyun sighed one last time and hugged the pillow tighter, knowing that even though things were frustrating, he wouldn't have traded Chanyeol's love or his overprotectiveness for anything in the world.

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Don Jackson sat in his dimly lit office, his fingers gripping the edges of the tablet as he scrolled through the photos and videos of Baekhyun sent to them by Li Wei. The images were crisp, captured from a discreet distance—Baekhyun in a café, chatting with friends; Baekhyun leaving the university with books in hand; Baekhyun walking through the streets, blissfully unaware of the watchful eyes trailing him. The video, in particular, caught Jackson's attention—Baekhyun smiling, his delicate features illuminated by the late afternoon sun. Jackson's lips twisted into a grin.

"So, this is the one," he muttered, leaning back in his chair, his eyes still locked on the screen. "No wonder Chanyeol chose him. The kid is beautiful... Chanyeol always did have a taste for pretty things."

He studied Baekhyun's face more closely, the sharpness of his jawline, the softness of his eyes. This wasn't just some casual fling for Don Park Chanyeol. No, Jackson could sense it. Chanyeol had fallen hard for Baekhyun, and Jackson knew better than anyone that love was a dangerous game in their world.

"A Godfather," Jackson sneered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. "And he thinks he can handle this role while being distracted by love?"

In the Mafia, there was no room for affection, no place for vulnerability. Especially not for someone like Chanyeol, who had just been nominated to take on the position of Godfather in South Korea. If the other Mafia leaders found out he was tangled up in love, there would be no end to the ridicule, and the questioning of his competence. Love was a weakness—one that could be exploited. Jackson was certain the Cosa Nostra syndicates would agree.

He placed the tablet on his desk, his mind already calculating the next step. "Mafia and love don't go hand in hand," Jackson said quietly, tapping his fingers against the wood. "For someone like Chanyeol, taking on the role of Godfather should mean eliminating all distractions, especially something like this."

Jackson's thoughts turned to how he could use this to his advantage. If the Mafia leaders saw Chanyeol as weak, as someone who allowed his emotions to cloud his judgment, it could derail his nomination. But for that to happen, Jackson needed more than just photos of Baekhyun walking around Seoul. He needed something more damning. He needed to expose Chanyeol's affection, to capture them in a moment that would be impossible to deny.

A smirk curled on Jackson's lips. "We need a shot of them together. Intimate. Personal. PDA—something that screams weakness."

He drummed his fingers on the desk, his plan falling into place. "If we can get them on camera, holding hands, a kiss—anything—we can send it straight to the Mafia syndicates. Let them see just how soft Chanyeol has become."

The thought of it thrilled Jackson. He could already imagine the uproar it would cause. The other leaders, the powerful men who ruled the underworld, would have no choice but to question whether Chanyeol was truly fit for the role of Godfather. It wasn't just about power or control; it was about showing that Chanyeol was vulnerable, distracted by emotions that had no place in their brutal world.

Jackson leaned forward, a dangerous gleam in his eye. "Lucas," he called out, summoning his trusted Sotto Capo. "We need another surveillance run. This time, get me a shot of Chanyeol and Baekhyun together—something close, something intimate. I want to see them in a moment of weakness."

He imagined the downfall that would follow. Chanyeol had worked hard to be 10 steps ahead, but in this game, Jackson intended to be the one setting the traps. The moment those photos and videos reached the other leaders, Chanyeol's nomination would crumble.

"And then," Jackson whispered to himself, "we'll see how strong he is when love turns against him."

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