"Mr. Jeon." Said his P.A while extending a beautiful black colored handkerchief to him. He grabbed it with no emotions and cleaned his bloody, veiny hands. The P.A kept his calm as the dead body was layed at his feets, pooled by his own blood.

"Something else, Mr. Jeon?" Jeon Jungkook, the one who was feared by every single person by his name, turned to his P.A called Yeonjun, aka the silver haired guy, and smiled. "My coffee, please."

The younger saw the smile on his boss' pinkish lips, understanding that the older was happy, or in other words, satisfied with what he've done. He was really hard to be satisfied, and could be the most dangerous person ever.

Once being satisfied with his deed, there was not any person sweeter than him in this world. From a second, the person in front of him could feel the heaven and be so close. The other second this person can lay down onto the floor without his soul.

"Right now, Mr. Jeon." With that he walked away and Jungkook made his way out of his basement before going up, into his bedroom to take a warm shower, to de-stress his whole body from the previous scene.

He took off his clothes and slided into the shower before turning on the water on the right temperature. His body reacted to it and his heavy muscles decontracted.

A sigh of relief left his mouth before he could close his eyes and think about his inner peace. He was happy, not depressed, not sad, not anxious, just happy. Since his childhood, he saw his father's lifestyle.

His mother was long dead so he could only rely on him, which he did successfully and their bond was the strongest. He taught Jungkook how to fight, how to defend himself, do karate, taekwondo, boxing, how to shoot perfectly, how to throw a knife in the perfect direction, literally everything.

After teaching his son all of that, he got diagnosed with the last stage of brain cancer and died, leaving him all alone. Jungkook was desperate at this time, but he was happy that his father was proud of him before leaving him.

If the black haired guy wanted, he could reject from inheriting his father's place in the underworld, but only his last words rang into the younger's mind "Save the underworld from any kind of creeps. I love you my son."

Jungkook, determined to save his father's promise and reputation, started to appreciate his work and made it of his passion, to which he can't let go of anymore. Because he found his happiness in it, he was genuinely at peace.

But, he had to show himself as a rude, cold and the most dangerous person. Why? Because how can someone fear a mafia full of joy and positivity? Absolutely no one.

So he had to create this new side of him, to which he always showed to every single body, except his P.A because they had a strong bonding even if their relationship was only turning around the work.

And about killing people? Jungkook never ever layed his finger on a innocent person. He just can't control himself when he sees his enemy, letting his anger issues always take over him, which had high chances to affect his normal, kind and happy side.

It is uncontrollable but it doesn't change the fact that he has a kind heart, with nothing but pure intentions. With that he finished to shower and grabbed his bathrobe before rolling his body into it.

Time passed by and he came out before walking to his wardrobe to take out some cozy clothes, he had to feel better now, after killing one of his enemies just a few mins ago. At first it wasn't easy for him to take people's life away from them, but he soon understood the assignment: bad people don't have a place in this world unless they repent.

But in the underworld, the word repent doesn't exist, so what are you even doing in this world, except being a trash?

Afterwards, Jungkook went into his garden before sitting on his chair, the same routine as usual, and starting to sip his cold coffee that a maid already put it for him on the table, out of habit. The weather seemed perfect, and so was Jungkook's mood.

Soon he looked up at the sky and admired the beautiful view that God offered to him. He didn't know why but he always thanked God for everything that he had, like a perfect health, perfect body, money, food, pure water, a shelter to live, a cozy bed to sleep.

He never let his money grow his ego bigger, a conciousness in his heart kept alerting him that he had nothing by his own, all of that came from his God and he could take that back any time, so he never bragged himself about his wealth.

Suddenly, as he continued to enjoy the scenery, his eyes spotted something amoung the big clouds. There was a medium size one, forming a heart shaped figure. He smiled and lifted up his finger in the air before starting to draw the figure with his long and slender index finger.

"A heart, means love." He looked back down and a chuckle left his mouth. "Love? I don't think so." He muttered at himself and took another sip of his cold coffee. Love, he never experienced it and never had any intentions to do so.

He just supposed that he was living the most perfect life the way it was, he didn't need anyone for his happiness, except himself. He made his heart that strong, that nothing coud hurt him easily.

MEANWHILE...

"Appa, look. I've bought a lot of things for you." Said Y/n, while looking at her father, who was laying on his hospital bed, with love and tender, happily. He smiled at her and caressed her head with his shivery hands.

"My daughter, you can't buy things like this. We don't have enough money, plus you have your college fees to pay, and what about your jobs? You're doing 2 jobs currently." He said as worry laced all over his wrinkled features and she just pat his hand in a reassuring manner.

"Appa, don't worry. I'm really fine with all of this. You should just enjoy my company rather than worrying while laying on a hospital bed." She smiled cheekily, hiding all the pain inside of her heart.

Her mother was long gone and she was fearing the most to loose her father as well. She was only 19 years old, who used to go to school, worked in a bakery shop and in a grocery shop at the same time.

But doing two jobs wasn't enough to pay her father's medical treatment so she decided to do a third one without telling her father, otherwise he would not let her do so. They weren't poor for no reason, their mother left them with thousands of debts.

Her father put his whole life to get ride of only a little pourcentage of their debts but now his health was giving up, leaving all the burden on Y/n's shoulders. And she was going to do everything just to see her father dying in peace, with no tensions.

"I raised my daughter very well and I know she will never disappoint me." He said with joy and Y/n just smiled to him. "Let's eat, then you have to take your medecines." He nodded and she fed him before spending a good quality time with her father.

TIME SKIP...

Y/n slowly closed the door of her father's room once she made sure that he took medicines and was sleeping peacefully before walking away while taking out her phone.

She recieved numerous notifications, signalling that someone was spamming her with messages. She opened her messages and saw that one of them was from the man who helped her to find the third job.

She met him at her work place, in the grocery shop and he gave to her his card, precising the fact that he was searching for some females and that the pay was high. She accepted it without hesitation because she was told that she had to be a waitress in a big party.

It seemed cool to her because it wasn't that bad after all for the amount of money she was about to get after this job. All she cared for was her father and her school fees, so she could sacrifice herself a little bit.

Soon she read the message in a whisper tone...

Josh: Come to this address by 9. ****

A sigh left her mouth and she agreed to it before going to home to get ready for her work. Just to precise, it was in a VIP club, but she could care less in front of her personal problems and responsibilities.

TIME SKIP TO 8 PM...

Jungkook was reading a book peacefully, in his own bubble of dreams when suddenly someone knocked on his door. He sighed internally and hummed before a maid could enter in "Mr. Jeon, Mr. Kim is searching for you."

A hiss left Jungkook's lips after hearing this. He knew that his peace was doomed now and that there was no way back. He hummed and she left before he could slowly trail out of his bed and walk downstairs.

He arrived down with his hands in his grey sweatpants pockets and looked at Taehyung who was dancing and singing to Bella Ciao. He soon spotted Jungkook and ran to him before taking the younger's hand and spinning him.

The black haired guy closed his eyes to keep calm before opening them again as Taehyung put one of his hand on his waist and the other linked to his other hand, dancing as a couple.

"O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi sono alzato
E ho trovato l'invasor
O partigiano portami via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
O partigiano portami via"

He sang loudly until Jungkook huffed and pushed him before turning off the speaker. A gasp left Taehyung's mouth "Mamamiya! What happened to you?" The younger just went to sit on the couch and crossed his legs before taking a magazine and reading it.

"Taehyung, I give you a minute to prove your reason for your presence. Otherwise fuck off." The blue haired guy scoffed before approaching him with his hands on his waist "Mio dio! (My god!) Jungkook you're such a mannerless brat."

"Glad to hear that." He muttered while turning the pages and Taehyung huffed "Respect me a little bit, va bene? (Okay?) ". The black haired guy sighed before putting down the magazine and getting up to face him, hands in pockets again.

"First of all, it's my house. Second thing, spending a year in Italy to complete your mission, being a mafia, wearing the straw hat, wearing those shorts, wearing those flip flops and speaking a few italian words doesn't make of you an Italian."

Taehyung gulped down before shouting "Yah!! Respect me for real, I'm your best friend!" "Prove it whether than bragging yourself for speaking a few forgein words." He started to walk away but Taehyung shouted again "Wait, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the auction event with me?!"

"Con una vera mafia, non una mafia da supermercati
(with a real mafia, not one from a supermarket.)" Taehyung scoffed and finished by laughing when Jungkook made a gun sign with his fingers behind his neck while walking away, it was one of their secret code which meant brotherly love between mafias.

The blue haired guy soon walked upstairs to his room while smiling, to get ready for the event.

TBC❤️❤️

A new story. A new journey,
I started this book because I was kinda bored but I guess I'm gonna fall in love with this story line.
I hope you'll like my work, lots of love to y'all 🫶