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1.THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION ! And advised for adult audience.

2.𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.!!!

3.𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁/𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀.!!!

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The sun was barely rising over the sprawling Jeon Villa, its light painting the estate's black walls in hues of gold and crimson. Park Jimin stood on the balcony of his quarters, staring out at the awakening world, a faint smile tugging at his plump lips. Today was supposed to be different. For once, it wasn't about blood, violence, or shadows. It was about something brighter—a blind date. Jimin felt it was the time where he would allow his heart to bloom with love. For Jimin love has been a very holistic part of life. Something pure and meaningful something Jimin feels is necessary for a human to live life. That was what the delacy of love had defined in his life all the way.

Jimin had never been one to let emotions rule him yet, not in the ruthless life he led as Jeon Jungkook's right hand atleast. Yet, beneath his cold, intimidating exterior, there existed a quieter part of him, one that yearned for normalcy, for that love. Being bisexual, Jimin had leaned toward women when it came to serious relationships, believing that one day he would find someone who could truly see past the monster he had become in the mafia's unforgiving world.

Inside, Park Jimin stared at his reflection in the mirror, brushing off invisible specks from his tailored black shirt. Today was a rare day—one not defined by bloodshed, deals, or threats. Today, there was something brighter to look forward to: a blind date.

For weeks, Jimin had been talking to a woman named, Tanzeela, their conversations a welcome reprieve from the darkness that clung to his life as the infamous right hand of Jeon Jungkook. It wasn't often that Jimin allowed himself to hope for something beyond his current existence, but Tanzeela felt different. Their connection, though built on simple exchanges, had ignited a flicker of excitement in him. She was a not someone extraordinary just a simple woman yet a non Korean but that didn't seem to be a barrier to Jimin. He was admiring her not so broken Korean but she could speak though. It was enough & she didn't judge him.

Just as he reached for his watch, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. Jimin didn't need to check the screen to know who it was.

"Hyung, don't tell me you're already nervous," Jihyun's teasing voice greeted him.

"I'm not nervous," Jimin replied, though the faint curl of his lips betrayed him. "You act like I haven't done this before."

"Oh, I know you've done this before. But this time's different, isn't it?" Jihyun's tone softened. "You've been talking about Tanzeela noona nonstop. Don't tell me you're not excited to meet her."

Jimin leaned against the edge of his desk, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface. "She's... interesting. Genuine. And yeah, I guess I am excited."

"Hyung, if you're saying that, she must be something special," Jihyun said with a laugh. "So, should I start preparing for a sister-in-law? You know, you're not getting any younger, and our duo could use some new energy."

Jimin snorted, but his amusement was genuine. "Don't get ahead of yourself. It's just a date."

"Sure, sure," Jihyun teased. "But I'm serious, hyung. You deserve this. You deserve someone who sees you for who you really are, not just the scary mafia guy everyone else sees."

Jimin fell silent for a moment, his gaze drifting to the window. "Thanks, Jihyun. Maybe... maybe this is a start."

Their laughter lingered, a rare moment of warmth in a life otherwise dominated by shadows. But the sound of his other phone—his official line—cut through the moment like a blade.

"Hyung, is that the—"

"Yeah," Jimin said, his tone shifting back to its usual cold sharpness. "Duty calls."

Jihyun sighed. "Don't forget to text me about the date later."

"Will do," Jimin said, already reaching for his suit jacket.

But just as Jimin hung up, his second phone—a device reserved strictly for mafia matters—buzzed sharply.

"Right Hand," the voice on the other end said, clipped and urgent. "Master has summoned everyone to the main chamber. Now."

Jimin's heart sank, the flicker of excitement extinguished in an instant. Whatever this was, it couldn't be good.

THE MAFIA'S DECREE

The main chamber of the Jeon Villa was a place steeped in power and tradition. The gilded ceiling loomed high above, the polished black shiny marble floors reflecting the cold, calculating faces of the mafia

The warmth of their laughter echoed through the call, and for a fleeting moment, Jimin allowed himself to dream of a life beyond the darkness. A life where he could be more than a shadow, more than a weapon.

Jeon Jungkook, the emperor of the underworld, sat at the head of the table, his figure exuding a deadly authority on the deadly blood throne of immense power that one can't even dare to imagine. His sharp suit hugged his frame like armor, and his katana rested against the chair—both a weapon and a silent promise of violence.

Jimin took his usual position to Jungkook's right, his dark eyes scanning the room. Taehyung lounged near the back with his signature smirk, though the tension in his gaze betrayed his curiosity. Min Yoongi sat to the left, his laptop open but untouched, while Jung Hoseok's fingers drummed lightly against the table.

Then there was Jeon Minhae, Jungkook's stepmother, seated with the grace of a queen and the malice of a serpent. Her sharp gaze flicked briefly toward Jimin, disdain curling her lips.

When Jungkook finally spoke, his voice was calm yet carried the weight of a storm. "I've gathered you all here today to announce a decision."

The murmurs ceased instantly. All eyes locked on Jungkook, the Emperor and the tension thick enough to suffocate.

It wasn't just the grandeur of the huge hall —the towering ceilings, the gilded decor, or the shimmering chandelier casting fractured light over the polished black marble floors—that demanded reverence. It was the man seated at the head of the table, Jeon Jungkook, whose very presence turned whispers into silence and defiance into submission.

The mafia emperor leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes cold and calculating as he surveyed the room. Every figure of importance in the Jeon Mafia was present: lieutenants, strategists, underbosses, and Jeon Minhae, the stepmother who had never hidden her disdain for Jungkook's chosen methods of rule. Their faces were masks of professionalism, but the tension was palpable.

Jungkook rose slowly, the sound of his throne chair scraping against the floor slicing through the silence. His towering frame seemed to loom even larger as he stood, the room shrinking in comparison to his commanding presence. His katana gleamed faintly where it rested against his chair, a silent reminder of the violence of the danger of the river of bloodshed he was capable of. A soul of dangerous devil in disguise of a human body. The satan from the hell perhaps that's why this emperor was named as Lucifer in the entire world.

"I've gathered you all here," Jungkook began, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of thunder, "to announce a decision that will shape the future of the Jeon empire."

The room fell even quieter, as though the air itself held its breath. Every pair of eyes was fixed on him, waiting, dreading.

"For years," he continued, "I have ruled this huge empire with absolute control. My decisions have brought us to the pinnacle of power. But power, like any weapon, must be wielded with care."

There was a pause, heavy and deliberate. Jungkook's voice dropped, sharper now, each word cutting through the tension like a blade.

"After much thought, I have chosen my spouse."

Gasps rippled through the room, a wave of disbelief breaking over the assembled figures. Jungkook had spent years rejecting suitors, dismissing proposals, and showing no interest in marriage. For him to announce a decision now was nothing short of a shock.

He didn't give them time to recover. "The wedding will take place next week," he continued, his tone unyielding, "and the person I have chosen is none other than my right hand, Park Jimin."

The words landed like a bomb, detonating shock and chaos in their wake.

Jimin stood frozen, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of disbelief and anger. Just hours ago, he had been preparing for a blind date—a chance at something normal, something real. Now, in the span of mere moments, his entire world had been upended. Jungkook's words echoed in his mind like a bell tolling the death of his dreams: Park Jimin is my choice. My decision is final.

His chest tightened, the weight of the declaration suffocating. His eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, flickered with confusion and something dangerously close to vulnerability. This wasn't just a decision—it was a decree, a royal command from the emperor of the underworld. And no one disobeyed Jeon Jungkook.

For the first time in years, Jimin felt the ground shift beneath his feet. It wasn't fear—he didn't fear Jungkook, not the way others did—but a gut-wrenching sense of betrayal. Not even a hint, not a single warning. Just an announcement that had shattered the fragile bubble of hope he'd allowed himself to hold.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white. His thoughts raced: Why me? Why now? And then the sharp sting of realization cut through the chaos.

Jimin's voice cracked through the silence, low and tinged with anger, "What the hell just happened?"

His words hung in the air, unnoticed by the others still in the room, but they weren't meant for them. They were aimed solely at Jungkook, the man no fuck the satan who had single-handedly rewritten his life without so much as a second thought.

The realization hit like a blow to the chest, and Jimin's mind raced. He thought of the blind date he was supposed to have today, of Tanzeela, of the small hope he'd clung to for something normal. And now, it was all gone, swept away by Jungkook's decree.

"His highness," someone from the crowd dared to speak, "with all due respect, is this... wise? Park Jimin isn't..."

The voice trailed off, but the implication was clear. Jimin wasn't a woman. He wasn't someone with a powerful family name. He was an orphan, a shadow, nothing more.

Minhae's voice rang out, laced with venom. "Your Majesty, forgive me for saying so, but an empress should be someone who brings grace and power to your reign. Someone who can—"

Jungkook's cold gaze silenced her. "Do you question my judgment?" he asked, his voice as sharp as a blade.

Minhae's lips thinned, but she lowered her head. "Of course not."

Your Majesty, forgive me," she began, her voice dripping with feigned respect, "but... Park Jimin? He's not even a woman. And more than that, what family does he bring? What alliances can he offer?"

Her words emboldened others. Whispers erupted around the room, muffled but unmistakable.

"He's just an orphan—"
"No lineage, no prestige—"
"Isn't an empress supposed to bring power and grace to the empire?"

The murmurs rose, but Jungkook's voice cut through them like a thunderclap.

"Silence."

The room stilled instantly. His gaze was colder than ice, his presence heavier than stone.

"Do you all think this is a fucking democracy huh?" he asked, his tone mocking and laced with venom. "Do you believe my decisions are up for debate?"

His words carried the weight of a royal decree—absolute and irrevocable. In the ancient courts of Chinese emperors, a single word on Decree from the ruler could shape the destiny of millions, carving their fates into stone. In the Mughal Empire, a Farman—a royal edict—was law, a sacred command that no one dared to question passed by the emperor. And that's what Jeon Jungkook's words carried the same power, the same finality the same power held on the this entire earth for the underworld. To challenge him was to invite death. Jeon Jungkook was the king of kings, the emperor mafia, not just some random mafia boss of a country.

"Park Jimin is my choice," Jungkook declared, his voice like steel. "My decision is final. Those who question it, question me, and I'm not someone to fucking entertain doubts."

His gaze swept over the room, daring anyone to defy him. Even Minhae, who rarely missed an opportunity to needle him, lowered her eyes, though the bitterness in her expression was unmistakable.

Jimin, standing at Jungkook's right, felt as though the floor had been ripped out from under him. His mind was a whirlwind, unable to process what he had just heard. Him? Jeon Jungkook's spouse? Just hours ago, he had been preparing for a blind date, thinking about the possibility of finding love. And now... this.

The murmurs resumed, quieter now but still filled with disbelief.

"He's not fit to be an empress..."
"This is madness."
"A man? A shadow, no less. How can he—"

Jungkook slammed his hand down on the table, the sound echoing through the chamber like a gunshot. His voice roared dangerously sending shivers down their spine. "I said fucking enough."

The room fell deathly silent. No one dared challenge him further.

Jungkook turned to Jimin, his dark eyes unreadable. "The meeting is adjourned."

As the crowd dispersed, murmurs filled the air. Jimin remained rooted in place, his mind reeling. He barely registered the glances, the whispers, the faint sneers thrown his way.

Once the room was empty, Jimin turned sharply toward the towering figure at the head of the chamber. His eyes burned with a mix of confusion and fury, his breathing uneven as he struggled to contain the storm within him. "What the hell was that?"

The emperor lifted his gaze, slow and deliberate, the weight of his cold stare forcing the air to grow heavier. His hands rested on the back of the throne chair he had just vacated, his grip firm and unyielding. He didn't flinch, didn't blink, as though Jimin's words were insignificant gusts against the unshakable storm of his presence.

"It was a decree," Jungkook said finally, his voice low and sharp, slicing through the silence like a blade.

"You decreed that I'm your spouse?" Jimin's voice rose, his emotions unraveling as he took a step forward. "Without asking me? Without—"

"You will watch your tone, Park don't forget who you're talking to."

The words were soft, but they carried the weight of a thousand knives, and Jimin froze, his throat tightening involuntarily. No one—not even Jimin, his shadow—was exempt from the wrath that came with stepping out of line.

"You made this decision," Jimin continued, his voice quieter but no less furious, "without telling me, without so much as—"

"My word is absolute," the emperor interrupted, his voice a calm yet deadly whisper that held the power to silence armies. "You know that better than anyone. Or have you forgotten where you stand?"

Jimin's fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as anger and disbelief warred within him. "I'm your right hand," he snapped. "Not a pawn in your game. You can't just Jungkook—"

"You are mine."

The words reverberated through the chamber, louder than the roar of thunder. The silence that followed was deafening, every crack in the marble walls seeming to tremble beneath the weight of his claim.

Jimin staggered for a moment, the sheer finality of the emperor's words robbing him of breath. Those three words giving him chill goosebumps and a terrible shiver to his spine.

"You will not speak my name, dare not even here, I will let it slide as your first sin. But not the next time." the emperor growled, stepping closer, his towering presence an unyielding force. "It is not yours to say. It is not yours to question. My decision is final, and no one—not even you—will defy it."

Jimin's jaw tightened, his breath uneven as he fought to find his voice. "This isn't about loyalty, or the empire. This is my life!"

"Your life?" The emperor's voice dropped into a low, menacing growl as he closed the distance between them. "Your life belongs to me. It always has."

Jimin flinched, but he didn't back down. "You don't own me, no matter how much power you wield."

The emperor's lips curled into a faint, humorless wicked smile. "You've given me everything without question for years, Park Jimin. And now you will give me this, because it is what the empire demands."

The tension crackled like a live wire between them, the air thick with suppressed rage. Jimin's pulse thundered in his ears as his defiance flared.

"I don't care what the fucking damn empire demands," Jimin spat. "You can't just force—"

"Enough," the emperor snapped, his voice ringing with the authority of an unspoken law.

The sharpness of his tone cut through Jimin's words, silencing him in an instant. The emperor's dark gaze burned into Jimin's, unyielding and suffocating.

"You will not defy me," he said, his voice low and laced with menace. "Not here. Not now. Not ever."

Jimin's chest heaved, his fury clawing at the edges of his control, but the emperor's command was an immovable wall. Before Jimin could respond, the emperor turned on his heel, his footsteps echoing ominously as he left the chamber, leaving Jimin alone in a storm of emotions.

"Wait you can't just go! I'm not done yet...." Jimin growls angrily his eyes darkened with anger and frustration yet was met with more dangerous gaze of the Emperor who tuned back now seated on the arm chair waiting for Jimin to speak.

To be continued...

A/n: Not so necessary TMI ! Guess what, I'm that Tanzeela it's my real name lmao 😂
Okay guys so I was thinking for a random female Korean celebrity for Jimin's date but I got a crazy idea like why anyone let me be that.
Beside life is too short and I blame Jeon Jungkook for feeding me delulululu😭😭😭

Common like who would miss a chance to be Park Jimin's date ? and it's my story so I had to take advantage of it. 🤣😭🥲

Hope you all enjoyed though the cliffhanger has more to it.