Jungkook Mafia and Nightclub

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The nightclub was awash in neon, smoke, and bass that shook the floor. Jungkook rarely indulged in such outings—too much work, blood, and white powder had passed through his hands in recent months. Being the head of the mafia and drug dealers was far from easy, and now he needed a break. So today he came here simply to forget.

Bottles of expensive alcohol, security guards, and people ready to carry out his every command were already waiting in the VIP area. But Jungkook's gaze caught something else entirely—namely, the guy at the bar.

Taehyung was brash, impossibly handsome. His dark hair fell over his eyes, his lips curled into a lazy grin, and he twirled a cigarette in his fingers as if he owned the entire club. Taehyung caught his gaze and didn't even think of looking away.
On the contrary, he grinned wider.

“Bring him,” Jungkook said curtly to the guards.

A couple of minutes later, the guy was sitting fearlessly next to him in the dimly lit VIP room. Two neat lines of white powder lay on the glass table, next to a black card and a lighter.

"Aren't you afraid to sit down with strangers?" Jungkook said, slowly leaning back on the sofa, examining him closely.