Kim Taehyung liked to think he was a good person.

Yes, he went out every weekend and got wasted and slept with someone. Yes, he's done drugs and dealt them too. Yes, he's hurt men to get what he wants. Yes, he's willing to kill a man or four to get more.

Does that make him a bad person?

Okay, maybe-

But as Kim Taehyung drives his old harley-davidson look alike motorcycle towards the steel gates of the Jeon mansion, he can't help but smirk. Fuck yeah he's a bad person, maybe more than others. But he doesn't regret a single bit of it.

People in this world are too pristine. Too afraid of not achieving great successes, too scared of not living a life full of joy. But in fear of derailing, they don't live up to what they could. They spend their youth studying, their adult life working, and then die sad because they never got to live.

Kim Taehyung was 22, his lungs filled with ashy smoke and his stomach filled with desire for the immoral. A hunger to get more more more, until it soaks up his entirety. No, he would never kill innocent people just for the thrill of it. But killing money hungry capitalists who've ruined lives? Yeah, that sounds like vicious, vile, villainous fun that he's willing to have.

His motorcycle let out fumes of smoke, circling behind him and eventually evaporating into the air. It let out loud roars as he revved it up for a second or two, still outside the gates of the Jeon mansion.

The Jeons. A ruthless family of criminals, masterminds of the underworld. Years of nepotism and lawless misconduct made the Jeon family one of the biggest mafias with the worst reputation. They steal, they sell, they buy, they kill.

The police disgust them. Low-life men fear them. Taehyung wants to be a part of them.

"Name?" A man sitting inside a glass box with granite surfaces asked, dark glasses perched on his nose, hiding his eyes or any emotion he'd convey. He had a small device in his ear, from which he spoke to men on the inside of the house.

"Kim Taehyung." The boy rasped, chewing gum slowly, making sure the movement of his teeth was intimidating. He was nervous, of course he was. But he had to seem intimidating.

The man mumbled some words into the device, and then looked at Taehyung. "You can enter."

The gates opened, leading to miles of green and a long-established mansion, with walls of gray and windows of black. Clearly ancient, with crumbling cement and an earthly musk. It seemed almost vacant from the outside, life less. Yes, there were cars parked on the outside, and the sounds of ferocious barks tethering from inside. But it seemed lifeless.

Taehyung was aware that he'd have to live here, but it just looked so.. dark. Yes, this whole ordeal was rather dark. Evil, even. But he couldn't imagine anyone living in this house for years and years without going insane. Not one flower in sight. Not one bright color. Just dull, dark, impending doom.

Well, he did sign up for this.

Taehyung drove the motorcycle till the entrance of the mansion, across paved gravel. Luxurious cars lines nearby, and two men stood outside the gates dressed in black, hidden behind dark shades again.

Taehyung parked the motorcycle and got off it, feeling the smoke emitted from the roaring engine. Taehyung walked up to the two men, his silver hair wrapped in a bandana, eyebrows dark and eyes sharp. He was wearing black skinnies and a t-shirt, along with a jacket.

"We need to check you don't have anything before you enter." One of the men said, and Taehyung just smirked and stretched his hands by his side, knowing the procedure. He felt the man's hands pat down his sides and back.

"Woah- at least take me on a date first," Taehyung snickered, feeling the man's hands pat down his ass. The man possessed a look of annoyance on his face.

"Empty your pockets." The man said, his voice deep. Taehyung took out the keys to his motorcycle and a stick of gum.

"Gum?" He asked, and Taehyung could tell the man rolled his eyes, even though he couldn't see them. He snickered when the man grabbed it, flicked it off to the side.

"Ay, come on, don't litter." Taehyung said smugly, smirking at the clear irritation on this dude's face. He moved away from Taehyung.

"You can go in." He said, and Taehyung winked at him before entering the mansion.

Okay, it doesn't look anything like it did on the outside. On the inside, the floors were marble, with a huge chandelier dangling from the ceiling. Grand staircases aligned to the side, leading upstairs. Huge paintings hung on the sides of the family, he presumes.

One big family portrait on the side of a man, who he knows as Jeon Dokeun The Mafia leader, a cold-blooded, vicious man who's killed hundreds. You could sense evil from the glint in his eye, and Taehyung assumes the whole family is that way. The family portrait was of him and two boys standing on either side. One clearly older, and one much younger.

"Kim Taehyung." A voice said, and Taehyung looked to see a man walking towards him, his hair a dark gray, swooped up. Behind the man, stood two men, again with shades not showing their emotions.

"The one and only." Taehyung said, and the man snickered, already amused by his attitude.

"I'm Kim Namjoon. Capo of the Jeon Mafia." Namjoon said, and Taehyung nodded. A Capo was like the leader of the crew, and handed down instructions given from the boss to the men working within.

"Come with me." Namjoon said, and Taehyung followed the man through the giant house.

"Now, I've read over your files. I know you've done a lot of work as criminal associates from a young age. I'm assuming you know lots about the Jeon criminal family, everyone does. He has one son, who will take over once the boss himself passes away." Namjoon explained.

"One son? I saw two in that painting  by the entrance," Taehyung said, and Namjoon looked at him, eyes lamenting with questionable mirth.

"He died three years ago. Anyways, you do know that joining the Mafia isn't like joining any normal job. You will have to prove your loyalty." Namjoon explained, and then told the two guards to wait outside, and entered a room.

The room was dim, with guns hung on the walls, along with computers on tables and such. He's assuming it's some sort of an equipment room.

"I'm aware. I'm willing to do anything to join this Mafia." Taehyung said, looking around the room. Namjoon stood behind him as he looked around, seeing pictures of previous accomplishments on the wall.

Suddenly, Taehyung turned around, and he froze. Namjoon stood there, gun lifted, barrel pointing right at Taehyung's head. Namjoon held a dark look, his finger against the trigger.

Taehyung smirked, craning his head back a little. "You gonna shoot me?" Taehyung asked, his voice eerily calm for the situation he was placed in.

Namjoon snickered and eased his hand down, chucking the handgun to the side. "Nah. It's just fun to scare newbies. That was pretty impressive, Taehyung."

"Been doing this long enough to not be scared of bullets." Taehyung snickered, and saw Namjoon take out some documents from a drawer, his back to Taehyung.

Taehyung let out a small sigh of relief. Holy fucking shit that was fucking scary as fuck- sure, he pretending like it didn't scare him. But on the inside he was nervous as hell. Namjoon could've easily just shot him right there, no one would have cared.

"You need to sign a few documents, y'know just regular stuff stating that you're part of this and if we get caught by the police you're getting caught as well." Namjoon said, and Taehyung hummed when Namjoon handed him a pen.

"Yup." Taehyung mumbled, and quickly scribbled his signature down on the paper. Namjoon grabbed the pen from him and then put the paper to the side.

"Now, come on. It's time you meet the big boss." Namjoon smirked, and Taehyung blinked, trying to seem like he wasn't intimidated or nervous.

Taehyung followed him out of the room and up the stairs. Namjoon reached a room and knocked on it, a certain pattern was identified. The door opened, and the two entered an even more lavish room with a single desk in the middle. Behind the desk was a huge portrait of a woman, younger, beautiful.

The smell of cigar and whiskey radiated through the room, and Taehyung saw the man with gray hair sitting on the seat, a younger man beside him, explaining something to him.

"-and the drug cartel will be shipping to us by tomorrow morning." The man with red hair said, and the man in the chair, who Taehyung can only assume is Dokeun Jeon himself.

"Great. Our men should bring it in by tomorrow noon, if not, then you're getting shot in the head. Understood?" The older man said, voice gravily and stricken. The way he sat and spoke just flared power, and sent shivers down Taehyung's spine.

The red haired boy's eyes widened, and Taehyung looked a bit confused as well.

"I'm only joking, Hoseok." The old man said, and began huffing out loud laughter. Hoseok let out a nervous laugh, and Namjoon laughed as well. Taehyung just stood there, witnessing the event.

"Sir, this is Taehyung. Our new soldier." Namjoon explained, and Dokeun stood up, a scar lining the side of his face.

"Kim Taehyung, eh? How old are you?" Dokeun asked, and Taehyung cleared his throat before speaking up.

"22, sir."

"Young, then. You can work with my son. He's only 18, and you can guess how teenagers are. Where is he, Namjoon?" Dokeun asked, voice gravelly, showing clear indication of heavy smoking. A glass of whiskey lay on his table, barely full.

"I think he's at training right now, sit. With Min." Namjoon said, and Dokeun hummed.

"Tell them to get here right now. Taehyung, you are aware of the act you will have to commit to prove your loyalty, yes?" Dokeun asked, and Taehyung nodded quickly.

Dokeun laughed, voice heavy and hoarse. "That's my favourite part of recruiting soldiers. Hoseok, what did you have to do?" Dokeun asked, and Hoseok snickered.

"Kill a police officer in broad daylight, sir." Hoseok said, and Dokeun laughed even harder.

"Ah, that was rather entertaining." Dokeun said, and Taehyung hummed, because it didn't sound entertaining.

He hopes he doesn't have to do some stupid shit which will most likely land him in jail.

The door creaked open, and Taehyung heard footsteps walk in. He didn't turn around to notice who walked in, too busy looking around the room, taking in every single detail.

"Taehyung, this is Yoongi, our other Capo." Namjoon explained, and Taehyung turned around and saw the man who Namjoon was talking about. He had platinum hair, with darkened roots. His face was stricken, stern, like he didn't take any shit.

"Yoongi, I thought my son was with you," Dokeun said, and Yoongi cleared his throat, looking a little hesitant.

"Yes sir. He- um- he's just coming." Yoongi mumbled, and Dokeun gruffed and sat down on his leather seat.

"How was his shooting training? Is he improving?" Dokeun asked, and Yoongi just nodded quickly. Dokeun looked passive, almost like he didn't really care about this information.

"It was good, sir. He's doing better." Yoongi said, and Taehyung couldn't help but feel like Yoongi was lying. Now, he doesn't know him, but he felt hesitance in his tone.

Suddenly, the door opened. Taehyung didn't turn to see who came in, keeping his stance similar, eyes on portrait beside him. He swears the younger boy in the painting looks a little similar...

"There he is," Namjoon mumbled quietly, and Taehyung slowly moved his eyes up to see who walked in. All he saw was the back of someone's head. The boy turned around slowly, and instantly- Taehyung's eyes widened.

Oh FUCK-

It was the boy. The boy Taehyung fucked last week. Fuck fuck FUCK- Taehyung was frozen, eyes widened as he looked at the boy standing behind the leather chair.

He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt and tight skinny jeans, his black hair swooped back a little, looking nothing like he did that day on the bed, in a big sweater and hair falling on his forehead.

"Taehyung, meet my son, Jungkook."

Jungkook slowly moved his eyes towards the boy, and when he saw him, he froze as well. Jungkook's eyes widened, mouth falling open.
"Jungkook, are you alright?" Hoseok asked tentatively, and Jungkook closed his mouth shut, and blinked furiously, pretending like his mind wasn't spinning in 1000 kilmeters per second.

"Yeah. Fine. So, father, have you thought of what the loyalty pack is going to be?" Jungkook asked, a slight smirk on his lips. It seemed like Taehyung's presence hadn't shaken him at all. Taehyung's eyes were still widened, eyebrows furrowed.

That boy that day- the one who said he was a 'baker', who was in a huge pink sweater and no pants, who was whimpering under Taehyung - this- this is the same guy???

The boy in front of Taehyung looked smug, almost a little cocky, with his hair swooped back and smirk on his lips. He had the same flare of confidence that his father emitted and- Taehyung was still freaking out.

"Kim Taehyung. To prove your loyalty, to show us you are truly capable of joining the Jeon Mafia- you will ave to do something very simple." Mr. Jeon said, now standing up.

Taehyung gulped visibly, and that caused Mr. Jeon to smirk.

"You will have to kill the last person you slept with."

Namjoon snickered. Yoongi laughed. Hoseok grinned. Mr. Jeon just had the same villainous smirk on his face. Jungkook paled. Taehyung gulped, fingers tightening beside him.

"Y-yeah okay." Taehyung let out, and then looked at the man in front of him, the man known to kill without caring, to have the worst reputation in the underworld.

And yeah, the task would've been simple. Very simple. In fact, Taehyung would've done it in a minute.

He would've done it, if the last person he slept with wasn't also the Mafia Leader's son.

Taehyung is so fucked.

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it kinda suck i feel like this book wont get the same attention as it did th first time i posted but its fine. i hope new readers are liking it so far! it's def a wild ride :)