Jungkook⁵

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook's vast, isolated mansion always reminded Taehyung of a cold museum. He'd started working there as a simple servant just a couple of weeks ago, but he'd already memorized the house's main rule: after ten o'clock at night, the staff must vanish into thin air. The owner—the stern, taciturn head of a criminal clan—had no patience for strangers. He'd return late at night, smelling of expensive tobacco and gunpowder, and always passed Taehyung by as if he were an inanimate object. Icy, closed, and completely detached, Jungkook seemed to Taehyung like a stone statue, devoid of any emotion.

But Taehyung, quietly scrubbing the floors in the empty corridors, couldn't help but notice small details: how tired the mafioso's shoulders were when he was alone, and how heavily he sighed as he looked out the panoramic windows at the darkening city.

That night, everything went wrong. Jungkook returned, looking black as a thundercloud—nerved up and angry after a tough showdown at the port. A dull thud and the sound of breaking glass echoed from the living room. Taehyung, who had just finished his shift in the kitchen, flinched in fear. Disregarding the strictest prohibition, driven by a strange unease, he picked up a dustpan and brush and quietly crossed the threshold.

Jungkook stood by the fireplace, his palms resting heavily on the stone mantel. The shards of a vintage glass glittered at his feet, and the expensive whiskey spread like a dark stain across the carpet. At the sound of the servants' footsteps, the man slowly turned his head. His gaze—dark, bone-piercing, and absolutely cold—pinned Taehyung to the spot. There was no hint of future softness in that icy emptiness of his eyes. Jungkook measured the boy with a heavy gaze and said in a low, hoarse voice, hoarse with rage:

"I think I made it clear what the rules are in my house after ten o'clock, Taehyung. Leave the shards and get out of my sight until I find a replacement for you."