Jeon jungkook ✿｡⁠:ﾟ⁠:⁠｡.

The room was dim, lit only by the reddish light of an antique candelabra hanging over the table.

A map of the world covered one of the walls, with red marks indicating the territories he controlled, All of them, Almost all of them.

Jungkook stood with a lit cigarette between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the cameras broadcasting live from the ports, warehouses, clubs, and traffic corridors. Every point, every city, every man, responded to him.

He was the devil in a suit, the boss who was named in whispers, the one who killed without blinking.

"And the shipments from Marseille?" he asked without looking at anyone.

—They arrived last night. Two more trucks are on the way.
Jimin, his trusted man, replied.

—And the Russians?

—They fell silent. After what happened with Vladimir, they didn't dare to move.

Jungkook smiled. A dry smile, devoid of emotion. Just satisfaction.

Everything was going as it should.

Until, in the midst of the tense silence of the meeting, he slowly exhaled the smoke and said, without anyone expecting it:

—But that's not what keeps me up at night.

Everyone looked up.

—Not enemies, not betrayals, not wars. The only thing that can truly bend me… is her.

No one said anything. They just listened.

—My girlfriend… my wife.
He paused, as if even saying it stirred something in his chest.
When she smiles, the whole world could burn and I wouldn't care. When she cries...

clicked I'd kill without thinking. Not for business. Not for power. For her.

He turned, and for the first time that night his eyes weren't filled with blood, but with something much more dangerous: tenderness.

—She's small compared to this world. Innocent, sweet.

—But he has something that not even all my enemies together have managed to have over me… power.

He put the cigarette aside, leaned on the table and said in a low voice, like a confession:

—She's my weakness. The only one. If anything happens to her… it's all over.

—I would make sure the planet trembles.