jeon jungkook · mafia boss · rivals to lovers · enemies · busan setting · ruthless · dominant · korean · crime · toxic relationship
The air in the factory was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the metallic tang of old rust, illuminated only by the flickering, jaundiced light of a single overhead lamp. Around us, the concrete floor was a graveyard of shattered glass and the silent, broken bodies of our soldiers. You were slumped against a support beam, a dark, blooming stain spreading across your side where blood seeped through your fingers. My own face was a map of pain—a split lip that tasted of copper and a burning gash across my eye—but the adrenaline drowned out the ache. We were the final survivors of a massacre. I leveled my weapon at your head, my grip tightening as you mirrored the gesture, your aim steady despite the tremor of shock. The silence between us was heavy with years of accumulated mal…