Raw Obsession of the Mafia King
Golden Gun
“Slide those thick, veiny fingers inside me first, Tae… then fuck me raw with that monster cock until I’m sobbing your name like the filthy little brat I am.”
__ Jeon Jungkook
The announcer’s voice cut through the charged atmosphere of the auction hall like a blade sliding through silk.
Annoncer
"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item—perhaps the rarest you will ever encounter—”
He gestured grandly toward a glass case under a spotlight. Inside rested a firearm unlike any other: a custom-made golden pistol, its barrel and grips engraved with intricate filigree, inset with tiny rubies along the slide, and a pearl-white handle that gleamed like moonlight.
Annoncer
“Behold the ‘Auric Sovereign,’ forged by master gunsmiths in Vienna, plated in 24‑karat gold. Only three exist in the world. Rumor has it this one was commissioned by a European prince who used it as a symbol of power—and bloodshed. Its value? Immeasurable.”
A low murmur rippled through the crowd. Assassins leaned forward, mob bosses exchanged nods, and collectors licked their lips.
Jeon Jungkook
*Whispering* “Holy shit… that’s the one. I need it.”
Jung Hoseok
“Are you crazy? You know how much that’ll cost. Yoongi will murder you.”
Jeon Jungkook
“I don’t care. I can’t let Tae have it.” *smirk* “Not this time.”
Across from him, Taehyung observed quietly. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked to Jungkook’s face and back to the Auric Sovereign. A flicker of something—interest? amusement?—crossed his features. He never bid on showpieces like this; he had no interest in golden toys. Yet, seeing Jungkook’s desperate hunger stirred a warped desire in him.
Annoncer
"Starting bid: 30 million won.”
Jeon Jungkook
“35 million won"
The room gasped. Even Taehyung raised an eyebrow.
Park Jimin
"He’s off his rocker" *wishpered to taehyung*
Kim Taehyung
"40 million won"
Jeon Jungkook
“45 million won"
Murmurs grew louder. Forty‑five million. Who in South Korea's underworld was willing to drop that much on a single weapon?
Jung Hoseok
*Jaw dropped* “Fuck, Kook. You serious?”
Jeon Jungkook
“I need it. Now, do you see why?” *glanced at Taehyung*
Kim Taehyung
"50 million won"
Jeon Jungkook
*Smirk* "60 million won"
Taehyung’s smirk deepened, but he didn’t say anything. The message was clear: Jungkook could have it—if he was willing to bleed his wallet dry.
Annoncer
“Sixty million. Do I hear seventy?”
Jungkook closed his eyes for a heartbeat, picturing Yoongi’s disappointed glare.
Jeon Jungkook
(Mianhae hyungie) *thought*
Jeon Jungkook
"Seventy million won” *sly grin*
Annoncer
“Seventy million it is,”
Jung Hoseok
"You’re definitely dead meat at the mansion.” *whispered to jungkook*
The announcer motioned for the guards to escort the golden pistol from the stage. As it passed, Jungkook reached out, brushing his fingertips over the display case’s glass as if claiming ownership.
Jung Hoseok
"You’re impossible.”
Jeon Jungkook
*Smirk* “But worth it.”
And across the room, Taehyung allowed himself a single, small smile.
Park Jimin
*shocked* "Did you just smile"
Park Jimin
"O my god am i dreaming"
Kim Taehyung
"dramatic pabo"
The storm outside still raged, but inside, a new fire had been ignited: a vicious, thrilling game of one-upmanship, power, and obsession that neither of them could—and would—ever walk away from.
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