Screams and pleads 

The pleasant music to ears of the devil, who said devils are found in hell? 

In the heart of the Seoul city's underworld, where shadows dance and whispers of fear echo through the night, there exists a figure so formidable, so merciless, that even the bravest soul trembles at the mere mention of his name. He is known as Kim Seokjin, a malevolent force who is the darkness.

Known as an epitome of evil, a man whose very presence send shivers down the spines. don't get flustered by his almond eyes, they are his sharpest weapon. They hold secrets of hell themselves, His tall and imposing frame is adorned with meticulously tailored suits, which somehow conceals his refined exteriors.

As a pleasant classical violin melody fills his ears, Kim Seokjin finds solace in the soothing notes. With his eyes closed, he immerses himself in the enchanting music, tapping his index finger beneath his chin and humming in harmony with the therapeutic rhythm of the expertly played violin. His furrowed eyebrows and subtly moving lower jaw reflect his complete absorption in the melody.

Seems like an angelic stance, doesn't it? but.... angelic with devil is little bit contracting right?

Outside his luxurious noise cancellation ear buds was.... blood, Screams, pleads, his ruthlessness

The sky was dark and threatening today, 4 PM in the evening instead of bright scorching sun, gloomy dark clouds and chilling breeze was grazing his skin. despite of cold breeze of coming Autmn, sweat was dripping down his forehead, but he could care less. 

The atmosphere of that specific place was dreadful. Gunshots were echoing, groans and pleads were the background music, but he was just sitting in his glory unbothered by those dreadful screams. 

His pleasant music note was coming to its ending, when the sweet rhythm of violin was about to take its soulful peak but, unfortunately, someone decided to die mercilessly.

The soulful music was cut short when his ears rang with a sharp shriek of a man who just got shot in his stomach.

His eyes shot up glaring with bone chilling aura, the man who got shot trembled with his sight, his legs gave up as he fell to his feet.

"It's hurting right?" Kim Seokjin's cold, brooding voice sliced through the air like a blade. The man's breath caught in his throat, and his sweat flowed like blood—a grim reminder that in this dark domain, mercy was a forgotten concept.

That man abdomen was hurting like a bitch, but in front of the devil himself he knew replying to him back will hurt more, he spoke nothing just gulped and sent prayer to the power of this nature.

Receiving a rude reply from the hurting man in front of him, Seokjin was left amused. taking off the leather hand gloves from his hand, Seokjin revealed his opulent rings which were decorating his slender fingers. He cracked his palm, twisting it in a satisfying pop.

Clenching his jaw tightly, Seokjin stood up and crouched to that injured man, that man let out a shaky breath and scooted away from the devil. 

amusement danced in Seokjin's cold eyes; he was enjoying the fear emerging from his prey. The moment he saw his prey scooting away, Seokjin grabbed his ankle clutching it stopping its circulation and pulled him harshly.

A cry of fear was let out by that injured man, he was sobbing.

"I know .... I know" Seokjin left his ankle and patted his head like a dog 

"But......you deserve it don't you?" tilting his head right ways, Seokjin laughed coldly 

That man sobbed more loudly; Seokjin chuckled soundly hearing his pathetic sobs.

"Don't be pathetic now..." Seokjin rasped and suddenly grasped his neck, squeezing his life out of his mouth

"I was hurt too, very, very hurt..." He clenched his jaw and steadied his hand when that man struggled with his legs. "When your fucktard Boss ran away with my money, I was hurt too..."

"Like a good boy, Tell me where's your Boss" 

"P... Please, I have a family" That man croaked, tears were felling from his eyes

"Tsk, tsk, tsk" Seokjin clutched his hand around his neck more tightly and moved his other hand towards his abdomen where he was shot.

That man screamed in stinging pain when the place where he was shot was pressed harshly By Seokjin. His screams did no justice to Seokjin eyes, he just rolled his eyes.

"Now, that's not the answer to my question, is it?" 

That man continued to scream with raging agony, Seokjin Dugged his index finger further in that man's wounded area.  

"Tell me where is your fucking Boss!" Seokjin's raging voice thundered in that warehouse, The place which was echoing with gunshots and groans was now dead...silent.

"I-I Don't K-know!" That man sobbed and sniffed with his sweat dripping, angering Seokjin more. 

The very next second, the struggling man's hands went limb, his dead eyes were left open. 

Nobody caught what happened, they just saw how their Mafia King Kim Seokjin was walking away, cleaning his face, smearing the blood on his cheeks.

A figure ran up to that dead man and crouched in front of him, feeling his neck pulse that figure sighed and concluded "he's dead" 

Because Kim Seokjin just twisted his neck with his bare hands.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Seokjin punched the iron chair continuously making his knuckles bleed 

"King, KING!" His underboss caught his wrist, halting him by assaulting his own hand.

"Where the fuck he could be?!" Seokjin glared at his underboss, and grabbed his collar in extreme anger, His brown eyes were ice cold, His underboss gulped unnotably and held his hands.

"we'll find him" His underboss calmly stated

"When Huh? ...WHEN MIN YOONGI?!" Seokjin's anger was breaking every record of restrain, he was so ready to kill everybody present here in that warehouse.

"Give me some more time King, I drag him down to hell" Yoongi rasped coldly and held Seokjin's hands with utmost determination.

"Find him, FIND HIM AND KILL EVERYBODY WHO COMES IN OUR WAY !!" Seokjin left Yoongi's collar and took some steps back. 

Yoongi finally let out his long-restrained breath and patted his chest as the tradition, he promised "I'll find and gift you his head...." 

"If not, Min Yoongi .... Get ready for my Warth" 

Seokjin turned around not before swinging his long coat over his shoulder 

Upon approaching his car, the driver nervously got out looking at his King and opened the door for him. Seokjin clenched his jaw, already very pissed with obvious reason, He just pushed his driver away and got on the driver's seat himself.

Entering his car, Seokjin took a deep breath not wanting to kill anyone, he rested his head on the steering wheel and plopped the earbuds again in his ears.

Anger 

Anger was nothing but Kim Seokjin's whole personality, his anger is his weapon, his anger is his ruthlessness.

At the mere age of nine, Kim Seokjin got his hands on the butcher knife and that was the day a devil was born on the earth. Nobody knows exactly who he was and where did he come from.

Two decades ago, the godfather, Kang appeared and introduced this devil to the world who happened to butcher his whole family with a butter knife.

Kim Seokjin was never like other children of his age, even as a kid he managed to Trembel the grown men. 

Just imagine if a mere Nine-year-old kid were that dangerous, how dangerous that Kid would be at the age of twenty-nine?

Lethal, ruthless, The devil 

KIM SEOKJIN 

Kwon In-Su reclined in a plush leather chair, the dim light of the room casting a mysterious glow around him. Beyond the open window, the soothing sound of rain tapped against the glass, a natural symphony to accompany his evening. In his hand, he held a crystal glass filled with a deep red wine, a testament to his luxurious taste.

A vintage tape recorder perched on a nearby table, its faint hum filling the room with the dulcet tones of his favorite jazz melody. It was the kind of moment that allowed Kwon In-Su to escape the harsh realities of his underworld empire and indulge in the finer things' life had to offer.

As he savored the wine's rich flavor, his attention was abruptly pulled away from his solitude by the soft, deliberate footsteps of expensive Oxford shoes echoing through the room. Kwon In-Su's brow furrowed lightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his usually composed face. 

He set his glass down with deliberate care, its base meeting the polished mahogany table with a gentle clink. Turning his gaze towards the intruder, his piercing eyes met the enigmatic figure of Kwon Ji-Young. He stood there, bathed in the dim, amber glow of the room, a stark contrast to his father's relaxed demeanor.

"Ji-Young," In-Su murmured, the name rolling off his tongue like an uneasy prayer. He knew him well, too well. He was the sharp edge of their criminal empire, a relentless force that moved in silence.

His expression was inscrutable as he met his gaze with unwavering intensity. He wore a tailored black suit that accentuated his commanding presence, and his jet-black hair framed a face that had seen too much of the darkness that ran in their bloodline.

"What brings you here son?" In-Su asked, attempting to maintain his composure, though his voice held an amusement.

Ji-Young remained silent for a moment, his gaze unwavering. Then, in a voice as cold as ice, He replied, "It's time, In-Su. The balance of power in this city is shifting, and we must adapt. The time for leisure is over."

In the dimly lit room, Kwon In-Su's cold laughter cut through the air like a shard of ice. He leaned back in his leather chair, a wry smile playing on his lips as he regarded his son, Kwon Ji-Young, who stood before him, his expression as inscrutable as ever.

The vintage jazz melody from the tape recorder continued to play softly in the background, creating an eerie contrast to the tension in the room. Rain still pattered against the window, unaware of the brewing storm within.

"You always did have a way of ruining a perfectly good evening," In-Su remarked, his voice laced with mockery. His laughter had a distinct edge to it, a chilling amusement that sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who heard it.

Ji-Young's frown deepened, and for a moment, the steely facade wavered. He was used to His father's calm and collected demeanor, but this unexpected reaction caught him off guard. In-Su's laughter was a response to the gravity of the situation, an unsettling twist to the usual power dynamics between them.

"Exactly what balance you are talking about? I have balanced everything, way before some rats came at my doorstep" In-Su stated with a wavering ice in his tone, Ji-Young's fist clenched with force of devastation. 

But instead of losing his cool, Ji-Young smiled and sat across from his father. "Appa, calling your son such names do indicates to your kindergarten fighting skills...but .... Are you sure you have balanced everything?" Ji-Young titled his head with a lingering smirk. 

 "You made the real rats the king of this Jungle, was this supposed to be this way Appa?" 

The wine glass in In-Su's hand shattered digging deep in his palm, but In-Su's face held nothing but .... anger.

"Tsk, Tsk Are those rats that lovable?" Ji-Young held his father's hand and wiped out the sharded glass from his palm.  In-Su harshly took away his hand from his grasp making him chuckle. Both Ji-Young and In-Su knew to whom his insult were directing to, and Ji-Young was enjoying the expressions of his father way too much.

"At least, they will never betray me like my own blood" In-Su muttered making Ji-Young sigh

"You sure about that?"

"With my life" Without hesitation those words flew out of In-Su's mouth directing how much he trusted them. 

"Father, Father, Father" Ji-Young stood up and faced him  

"Don't call me that!" In-Su's chest heaved with extreme anger, the word, and the person he loathed both were standing ahead of him like he never did anything.

"Oh No, why?" Ji-Young mocked and on the other hand In-Su was inch closer to shoot him in his chest. 

"You fucking lost the chance years ago, when your skank of your mother and you planned to assassinate me!" In-Su's voice roared in the luxurious walls of Kwon mansion

"Come on, Appa, can't we forget that shit? you're breathing right?" Ji-Young spoke casually, this was the last string of Kwon In-Su

Without replying anything a fist was smashed in Ji-Young's cheek, making him yelp in pain. The punch that was delivered from his father was more painful because of the glass shards Dugged in his hands. 

"Greediness and Greediness that all you skanks know right?!"  In-Su walked furiously and held his son from the collar matching his height.

"Never, I SAID Never say those titles to my kids do you understand ?!" 

The rain outside the Kwon Mansion took a ferocious turn, turning the soothful rain into a ravenous thunderstorm.

"Your kids? The kids who don't even regard you as their father?" Ji-Young laughed loudly  

"Yes, my kids the kids who saved my life, the kids who are more loyal than you dog!"

"Oh No my Appa, Now, I can understand how much they have you in their spell, but remember one thing my father Blood is always thicker than water" 

"The kids you are protecting will be the one who will give you the worst pain of this world, remark my words Appa, Its always Blood over the water."

Hearing his words, In-Su's mind went blank for a second but moments later the previous anger blinded him, pushing his son away In-Su took out his Pistol and pointed at him. 

"I'll end this fuckery today" He muttered and unlocked the Pistol 

"Not before me" Ji-Young stood up suddenly and grabbed his father's ankle before making him stumble on the marble floor. The pistol left his hand and now was in possession of Kwon Ji-Young himself. 

"Last warning Appa, give me my rightful things that those rats have in their possession. "

"Never" In-Su croaked and glared at him with same intensity. 

"Okay, Then goodbye Appa-"

*BANG*

Whimpers 

Whimpers were all that could be heard in that dark room, the thunderstorm outside was more ferocious than ever. 

Though the whimpers were echoing, but they were not from the one intended

Ji-Young whimpered pathetically before clutching his wounded shoulder. and there came the person who just shot him. 

The white light from the streetlight outside slowly revealed the face feature. Familiar threatening footsteps slowly came towards them. 

There stood your right-hand Jung Woo-Hyun

"How about you say Goodbye now Kwon Ji-Young?"  Woo-Hyun mocked and shot him in his other shoulder too.

{A/N: I'm Back ;)}