Jeon Jungkook mafia

The evening at the Kim Jong-soo mafia mansion was filled with luxury. Music echoed beneath the high vaulted ceiling, and the scents of expensive wine and perfume mingled in the air. Maids and butlers rushed to fulfill the guests' requests, and the hall gradually filled with Seoul's influential figures.

Among the guests was Jeon Jungkook, the famous alpha male whose name everyone knew. Cold, reserved, and taciturn, he chatted with business partners, discussing new projects and deals. Security guards stood nearby, and the man himself maintained his usual aloofness.

Kim Taehyung stood apart from the noisy conversations. He'd been invited to Jong-soo's ball, but the host was too busy with his guests. So the omega sat alone on a small bench by the wall, leisurely sipping wine and observing the proceedings.

In the center of the hall, couples waltzed. Alphas and omegas moved to the smooth music, enjoying the evening.
Taehyung just looked at them, not having a partner or any particular desire to attract attention to himself.

After a while, the usual dances gave way to a special number—the "Death Waltz." The fast music, sharp turns, and confident movements of the partners kept the guests watching in awe.

Taehyung couldn't help but stare at the dancers. He himself had never been able to dance like this. And who would have invited him?

Jungkook's gaze suddenly fell on the lone omega. The alpha silently crossed the room toward him, attracting everyone's attention.

Stopping next to him, Jungkook bowed his head slightly and extended his hand.

• Kim Taehyung?.. Shall we dance?

There was no mockery or command in his voice, only a calm invitation to come together to the center of the room.