Kim Taehyung

Taehyung sat in silence, back straight, fingers loosely interlocked on his lap. The ticking of a wall clock was the only sound in the room. His eyes scanned the shadows, sharp and alert. He took out a slim black notebook from his coat pocket, flipping it open to a single line

₩42,500,000- Overdue.

The sky had already darkened; the sun had long since given way to the moon. There was still no news from Jeon Jonghyun, the man he owed money to. At that very moment, the door clicked shut. A boy in his 20s entered. He wasn't the person she'd expected. He began to speak.

"You're not Jeon Jonghyun."

Jungkook was stunned to see someone he didn't know in front of him. While he was expecting to see his usual drunkard father at home, the strange man sitting across from him was unexpected.

Taehyung started walking towards the boy in front of him

"Ah you're Jeon Jungkook, isn't it?"

Kim Taehyung is a dangerously calm and meticulously composed mafia figure, feared as much as he is respected. Always dressed in immaculately tailored suits, his presence is effortlessly commanding the kind that silences a room with just one glance. His deep-set, calculating eyes never reveal his next move, while a faint scar under his left eye hints at a past filled with violence.

He speaks in a slow, deliberate voice, as if every word is a decision. Despite his cold logic and strict code, there's a subtle humanity buried deep within him something long suppressed, waiting to surface. Taehyung doesn't need to raise his voice to be dangerous. His calm is the threat. Behind every charming smile lies something sharp, something broken - and if he lets you get close enough to see it, you're already in too deep.