Don Jk

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

“Name,” Jungkook said, evenly, lowly, without threat.

The man's gaze studied Taehyung intently, as if scanning him.

He doesn’t have time to answer, hearing his name from one of the men in the room:

• Kim Taehyung.

"Fingers?" Again a laconic, cold question.

"We checked, Don. It's not in the databases. Clean," the other replied quietly.

"How did you end up at the crossroads?"—now a question to the guy who desperately didn't understand why he had been grabbed and brought here.

He told the story quickly, stuttering, but truthfully: he was going to an interview. He didn't make it.

"You've seen our faces," the Mafia don said thoughtfully after listening. "You've heard our names. You know where they brought you. And now you can guess who I am."

Taehyung was silent, his eyes fixed on Jungkook's stately figure.

"Letting you go would be a death sentence for myself and my people. They'll report you missing to the police within a day. You're living evidence," Jungkook said indifferently. "Killing you here and now is the most logical option."

Taehyung turned pale, but Jungkook immediately continued, not letting the panic grow.

“But you’re a mistake. And I correct mistakes. Always,” he said, standing up, indicating that his decision had been made. “You’ll stay here until I figure out if this mistake can be turned into something useful. But remember, you’re my problem and my property. Understood?”