Jeоn Jungkооk'

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The head of the largest syndicate, Jungkook, slowly swirled his glass in his hand, causing the ice cubes to clink against the glass filled with strong whiskey. Behind his chair, two guards stood frozen, ready to end the life of the intruder at the slightest gesture. That guest was Taehyung, the young man whom security had dragged out of the mansion's greenhouse half an hour earlier.

Usually, trespassing on private property would have been met with no further ado, but this time, the boss personally ordered him to lower his weapon. The boy had an extremely attractive face: a slight figure, tousled hair, and, most strikingly, a complete lack of fear.

Taehyung sat in the chair across from Jungkook, his legs crossed, and looked at the scourge of the criminal underworld as if he were there for a business meeting, not his own trial. Jungkook loved complex games, and that brazen gaze promised excellent entertainment for the evening.

"Go ahead, surprise me. Explain why you were so determined to die in my house, and maybe I'll let you walk away."

Jungkook took a sip of whiskey, his dark eyes clouded with interest never leaving him.