introduction &Ep:1

...Main Characters:...

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...JEON JUNGKOOK (The mafia)...

...Age: 28...

...Supreme leader of the Jeon Syndicate....

...A man wrapped in silence and shadows. Jungkook built his empire on loyalty and terror, crowned king by fear, sharpened by betrayal. His face is beauty—sharp jaw, black ink crawling down muscular arms—but his hands have spilled rivers of blood. He rules like a god and loves like a storm. No one dares defy him.......Until he walks in. A pair of fox eyes, and suddenly, the wolf is hungry in a different way....

...“I TAKE WHAT'S MINE.AND NOW YOU BREATHE FOR ME.”...

...KIM TAEHYUNG – (The Fox Behind the Mask)...

...Age: 26...

...Undercover cop planted inside the Syndicate.....

...Taehyung is as dangerous as he is beautiful—sharp mind, sharper instincts. He’s gone deeper undercover than anyone ever has, his identity erased for a mission that could destroy the Jeon Syndicate from within. Charming, composed, unreadable....

...“I WAS SENT TO BREAK HIM BUT I'M THE ONE BLEEDING.”...

...Supporting Characters:...

...MIN YOONGI – (The Blade in the Dark)...

...Age:30...

...Jeon Syndicate's strategist...

...Second only to Jungkook, quiet and ruthless...

...“I don’t like things I can’t control. And he’s one of them.”...

...(suspects taehyung from the start)...

...JUNG HOSEOK – (The Smiling Executioner)...

...Age:29...

...Lead enforcer, violently loyal to Jungkook....

...A charmer on the outside, but vicious underneath....

...Protective, but not forgiving....

...PARK JIMIN – (The Last Line)...

...Age:32...

...Intelligence handler for Taehyung....

...The only link between Taehyung and the outside world....

...Kang Daeho, (the ex-Syndicate)...

...Age:30...

...Power-hungry, calculated monster who doesn’t just want Jungkook’s empire — he wants his crown....

...Enter the Den(Ep:1)...

The rain had a rhythm to it—soft, seductive, like fingertips on silk sheets. Seoul’s underbelly thrived in this weather. Every puddle held secrets. Every shadow, a warning.

Kim Taehyung stepped out of the black car, his boots hitting the wet pavement with quiet grace. The air smelled of smoke, power, and something more feral. He tugged his long coat closer, the collar pulled high. Inside his chest, his heart was steady—he’d trained for this. His face, blank. His mind, razor-sharp.

Tonight, he walked into the lion’s mouth.

The Eden Club sat like a throne on the city’s edge—high-class, hidden, and whispered about like a myth. No one entered without permission. No one left unchanged. It was the Jeon Syndicate’s playground, and at the center of it all sat its king: Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung paused before the entrance, glancing at the bouncer. The man was huge, built like a wall. Eyes scanned him up and down with suspicion.

“I have an appointment,” Taehyung said, his voice smooth, bored even.

The man grunted, pressed something in his earpiece. A moment later, the door clicked open.

Inside, The Eden breathed sin. Music low and slow, like a lover’s whisper. Walls painted with shadows. Red velvet. Gold details. Smoke curled lazily in the air, mixing with the scent of whiskey, sweat, and danger.

And then he saw him.

Jeon Jungkook.

He sat on a raised platform booth, black silk shirt half-unbuttoned, tattoos inked like sin down his arms, legs spread in quiet dominance. A glass of dark liquor swirled between his fingers as if time bowed to him. Two men flanked him—one calm and calculating, the other smiling like a demon dressed in Gucci.

Jungkook didn’t look up.

Taehyung was not used to being ignored.

“Your name?” asked the man to Jungkook’s right—Min Yoongi, if Taehyung’s intel was correct. Cold, lethal, and with eyes that missed nothing.

“Taehyun,” he replied without hesitation, using the alias the department had crafted for him. “Gallery consultant. I was told Mr. Jeon had interest in certain...acquisitions.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. Hoseok, the other man, gave him a once-over and smirked.

Jungkook finally glanced up.

Taehyung had never believed in the phrase time stopped. But it did—or at least something shifted.

Those eyes.

Dark, deep, full of storms and slow-burning fire. Jungkook looked at him like he was already his.

Then he smiled. A small, wicked thing. “Interesting.”

That single word carried weight.

Taehyung dipped his head slightly, hiding the spike of adrenaline in his throat.

Jungkook leaned forward, setting his glass down.

“Sit.”

Taehyung obeyed.

Silence fell for a long moment. Just eyes, breath, the beat of distant music. Jungkook's stare felt like it peeled back layers no one had touched in years. There was no polite curiosity here. No flirtation. Just something darker. Like he was reading Taehyung’s blood.

“You’re pretty for a consultant,” Jungkook said at last.

Taehyung smiled, slow and cool. “I’ve been told I’m good at making people want to buy things.”

Hoseok chuckled. “Bet you’re good at a lot of things.”

Jungkook didn’t laugh. “So sell me something,” he said instead.

Taehyung reached into his coat, pulled out a small, leather-bound portfolio. Inside were photos of black-market art, rare pieces, coded items known only to those deep in the underground. He set them down in front of Jungkook, never breaking eye contact.

“These were recovered from a private estate in Milan. You won’t find them on the grid.”

Jungkook didn’t look at the papers. “Why are you here?”

A beat.

Taehyung blinked once. “To do business.”

“Wrong answer,” Jungkook said quietly.

Yoongi stiffened beside him. Hoseok’s smile faded.

Jungkook leaned in, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous. “You’re too calm. Too pretty. Too clean.”

Taehyung tilted his head, smile still in place. “And you’re too paranoid.”

For a second, it felt like the world stopped again.

Then Jungkook... laughed. Just once. A soft, dangerous sound that made Taehyung’s spine tense and heat pool somewhere he wasn’t proud of.

“I like him,” Jungkook murmured, leaning back. “Let him stay.”

Yoongi opened his mouth, then shut it.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. “We barely know who he is.”

“We’ll find out,” Jungkook said, eyes never leaving Taehyung. “Won’t we?”

Taehyung just smiled.

Back in his apartment—clean, untraceable, and wired with hidden communication lines—Taehyung sat alone at his desk. His fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Mission Log: Day 1

Codename: Velvet

Subject: Jeon Jungkook

Status: Infiltration begun. Contact established.

Observation: Subject is as dangerous as intel suggested. Intelligent. Charismatic. Controls the room without speaking. High risk of emotional manipulation.

Personal note:

His eyes feel like they see through me. I shouldn’t feel anything.

I’m here to end him.

He hit SAVE.

And then, without meaning to, his mind whispered: But if I fall first… will he let me live?

...To be continued...💜...

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