Ep:2

...The Wolf’s Teeth...

The rain was relentless. It had been for days. Taehyung sat in his apartment, staring out the window, watching the endless streaks of water blur the world. His mind wasn’t on the rain, though—it was on Jungkook.

The man was a riddle wrapped in silk and blood. Every time their eyes met, Taehyung felt like the air was pulled from his lungs. Something in Jungkook’s gaze wasn’t just looking at him—it was taking him.

Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, trying to focus. He was here on a mission—nothing more. Jeon Jungkook was the target. The head of the most powerful criminal syndicate in South Korea. This wasn’t a game. But for some reason, it felt like one.

And he was losing.

The knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

“Come in.”

It was Jimin, his handler, and the only person Taehyung trusted. The man’s sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on Taehyung.

“Any updates?” Jimin asked, dropping a file onto the table. He had a way of speaking that always made it feel like there was more beneath his words.

“I met him.” Taehyung’s voice was steady, but inside, he felt a storm. “Jungkook. He’s dangerous. Smarter than I thought.”

Jimin nodded, sitting down across from him. “Of course he is. The man runs an empire. He doesn’t trust easily, and he’ll notice if something’s off about you. So, what’s your plan?”

Taehyung hesitated. “I don’t know yet. He’s unpredictable. But I’m not the first person he’s had under his thumb. There are gaps in his empire. Weak points. I’ll start from there.”

Jimin leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “Be careful, Tae. This is him we’re talking about. Jeon Jungkook doesn’t let anyone get close without a reason.”

Taehyung didn’t reply. He wasn’t blind to the danger. But if he didn’t do this, the entire city could fall under Jungkook’s control.

Later that night, Taehyung received a message. A simple line of text from an unknown number.

Tonight. 10 p.m. The garden. You’ll want to see this.

No signature. No hint of a name. But Taehyung knew exactly who it was from.

The garden was a private space behind the club, isolated from the world. The night air was crisp, carrying a faint scent of jasmine. Taehyung stepped into the moonlit courtyard, his heart beating a little faster than usual. It was quiet—too quiet. He had his gun under his jacket, but he didn’t expect trouble. Not yet.

Then he heard footsteps.

Out of the shadows, Jungkook emerged. The mafia boss was dressed in a black leather jacket, his hair messy, eyes piercing. His presence felt like a physical thing—heavy, all-consuming.

“You came,” Jungkook said, his voice smooth, low, and laced with something darker.

Taehyung stood still, his breath even. “You called.”

Jungkook smiled—a dangerous thing, a smile that promised pain, but also something else, something sweeter. “I don’t usually invite people to the garden.”

“I’m not here for roses,” Taehyung replied, his tone casual, but the words were a warning.

Jungkook took a step closer, the space between them narrowing. His gaze didn’t waver. “No. You’re not. But I think you’re here for something else.”

Taehyung didn’t flinch. “I’m not here for you.”

“You’re here because you need me.” Jungkook’s voice was a whisper now, just between them, but it carried the weight of certainty. “And you’ll need more than just my art collection.”

Taehyung’s eyes flickered. The art collection wasn’t why he was here—no, that was just the cover. But Jungkook was playing a game, and Taehyung wasn’t sure if he was already losing or if Jungkook was the one who was about to fall.

“You’re not the first man who’s tried to take me down,” Jungkook continued, voice colder now. “But I’ll be damned if you think you’re the last.”

Taehyung’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to meet Jungkook’s eyes. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smile that sent a chill down Taehyung’s spine. “You will be.”

Without warning, Jungkook reached out, his fingers brushing against Taehyung’s collarbone. The touch was casual—too casual—but it sparked something inside Taehyung. A coil of tension he hadn’t anticipated. His body stiffened, his heart raced, but he didn’t pull away. He couldn’t pull away.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered with amusement, as if he knew exactly what was happening—what his touch was doing to Taehyung. “You’re good at pretending, Taehyun. But we both know that under all that calm, you’re not as untouchable as you think.”

Taehyung’s breath hitched. He wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable. He wasn’t supposed to let Jungkook get to him.

“I’m here for the Syndicate,” Taehyung managed, his voice rougher than he intended. “You’re not my priority.”

Jungkook’s smile widened, and he leaned in just enough that Taehyung could feel his breath. “But you’re mine now.”

Later, Taehyung returned to his apartment, his head pounding with a mix of confusion and anger. Every move Jungkook made was calculated. Every word, designed to pull at him like strings. Taehyung’s mission was clear: destroy the Syndicate, end the reign of Jeon Jungkook. But the longer he stayed, the harder it became to remember who the real enemy was.

He sat down at his desk, opening the secure communication line to Jimin. His hands were shaking slightly—this wasn’t part of the plan. But he couldn’t let himself get distracted.

“Jimin,” Taehyung said, his voice steady but his pulse quick. “We need to move faster. Jungkook’s aware. He’s not as blind as we thought.”

On the other side of the line, Jimin’s voice was sharp. “Get your head in the game, Tae. You can’t afford to lose focus now.”

“I’m not losing focus,” Taehyung replied, though a part of him wondered if he was already too deep to escape.

...To be continued...💜...

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