—J U N G K O O K—

Life had started to feel boring as hell, and I didn’t even know when it happened.

It wasn’t the cute kind of boredom where you just need a new hobby or a random trip with friends. It was suffocating….like it makes me stare at the ceiling at 2:00 a.m., wondering if this is really it.

If this is what life is supposed to feel like being 22. University. Assignments. Gym. Hanging out with the same stupid-ass friends. Drinking until my head buzzed just enough to feel something. Waking up the next day and repeating the whole damn cycle.

I lay back on Minjae’s couch, one arm thrown over my eyes, listening to my friends scream at the TV like their lives depended on some football match.

The house was huge as always. Marble floors, high ceilings, some expensive chandelier hanging above us like we were in a five star hotel instead of a random Saturday hangout.

Being a rich ass kid, Minjae didn’t do anything small. Even his pre-birthday casual friends gathering felt like a mini event. His actual party is tonight at some VIP club downtown, and of course we were invited. But right now, we were just sprawled around his living room like idiots, watching football and arguing over nonsense.

“Bro, you don’t know shit about strategy!” Taehyun snapped, throwing popcorn straight at Minjae’s head.

Minjae caught a few pieces in his shirt and glared at him. “I know enough to know you’re fucking blind. And don’t use that tone with me…It’s my pre-birthday dude.”

They kept going back and forth, voices loud, dramatic, exaggerated. I barely listened. I let my arm fall away from my face and stared at the ceiling instead.

Even in this huge mansion, surrounded by them, something inside me felt empty and too normal..

“What?” Minjae suddenly kicked my foot. “Why do you look like you just got dumped?”

I turned my head slowly and looked at them. “I’m bored.” Taehyun blinked at me, then laughed. “Bored of what? Life?”

“Yeah,” I said, sitting up slightly and gesturing vaguely around the room. “Of this…same shit every week, same drinks, same conversations.”

Minjae raised a brow.

“but you just hooked up last weekend.”

“Exactly,” I muttered.

“And it felt like nothing.”

The room went quiet for a second. That was the problem. It wasn’t like I wasn’t doing things.

I was!

I partied, I flirted, I had sex, I trained hard at the gym, I kept my grades decent.

My life looked good from the outside. But inside? It felt flat. Like someone had turned the volume down on everything.

Taehyun leaned back against the couch and smirked at me. “So what, you want drugs? Some crazy crime? Or a sugar daddy?”

I rolled my eyes immediately. “Shut the fuck up.”

But the last one lingered in my mind longer than it should have.

Sugar daddy? Fuck!

I let out a quiet chuckle to myself…not seriously. I wasn’t desperate or someone broke. My dad is a professor at my university, respected and annoyingly calm and cool about everything, and mom’s a doctor who still treated me like I was ten whenever I visited home.

I wasn’t struggling.

It wasn’t about money, it was about power and thrill, about the idea of being wanted by someone powerful. Someone older, someone who didn’t look at me like just another student with good grades and a decent body.

It'd be good if it was a powerful woman, but if it was a ma— I shook my head slightly.

What the hell was I even thinking?

“Dang, Jungkook, get a grip.” I muttered under my breath. Taehyun narrowed his eyes on me. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just imagining your dumb face getting smashed if your team loses.”

“Fuck you,” he laughed. Before I could reply, my phone buzzed on the table.

Jihun….Of course.

A smile slipped onto my face without me meaning to, and I grabbed the phone. “Yeah?”

“Where are you?” she demanded immediately.

“At Minjae’s. It’s his pre-birthday thing.”

“You’re hanging out without me?”

“Tell her it’s a guys’ night!”

Taehyun shouted from the background,

I pulled the phone slightly away from my ear.

“It’s just the boys, Ji...” She scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, I know what your boy's nights are like.”

Minjae and Taehyun were staring at me like I was already confessing love to her or something or talking to my sugar daddy.

“...but fine,” she continued, her tone shifting. “I wouldn’t have come anyway. My brother is coming home tomorrow, I have so many preparations to do.”

For a second, I blinked.

“Your brother?” I asked. “That Italy one?”

She hummed proudly. “Yes…that Italy one.”

I frowned slightly. “Didn’t he abandon Korea like… twelve years ago? Leaving you with your nanny?”

She snorted. “Guk, he didn’t abandon it. He expanded business.” “Sure,” I said dryly.

I remembered those days clearly when Jihun was ten years old, crying in that huge, empty mansion. Her dad was a drunk mess, and her brother was suddenly arrested for something…an awful murder he didn’t even do. And then when he was proven innocent and released, he left for Italy not long after.

I had been the neighbor kid who brought my toys over for her, sat with her in that giant living room that felt too quiet and made stupid jokes just to make her laugh.

After her father disappeared and everything settled, it was just her and the staff in that mansion.

“He’ll be at the mansion from now on,” she said excitedly. “Maybe permanently.”

I hummed.

I had heard about him. Don't remember his name. Business prodigy, rich as hell, cold genius type, from what people said. He's expanding companies in Italy, building connections and moving like some corporate shark.

I’d never seen him…never cared enough to. All I knew was that he left when she needed him most. And that was enough for me to not be impressed.

“Tell him congrats…or whatever,” I said casually.

She sighed on the other end. “You’re unbelievable.”

“What did I do now?”

“Nothing. Just come tomorrow. I’ll introduce you.” I laughed softly. “To your brother? Why would I care?”

“Because he’s important,” she insisted.

“Is he hot?” Taehyun yelled again, loud enough for her to hear. She gasped. “Tell Taehyun to shut up!”

I smirked. “Relax. I’ll come tomorrow. I miss you anyway.”

There was a small pause. Then her voice softened immediately. “Uhm..really?”

“Yeah.”

And I meant it.

No matter how bored I felt, no matter how restless I got, Jihun was constant. She was familiar and safe…my best friend since childhood.

I hung up and tossed my phone onto the couch. Minjae and Taehyun exchanged a look.

“What?” I asked.

“You two sound good together,” Minjae said casually. “Yeah,” Taehyun added. “Since middle school bro, we’ve been shipping you.”

I rolled my eyes. “She’s my best friend.”

“She’s also hot,” Taehyun pointed out.

I leaned back again and stared at the ceiling.

Jihun was beautiful. Chubby cheeks, half-blonde hair that framed her face perfectly, plump lips, pale skin.

She was exactly my type if I was being honest. But every time I tried to imagine something more with her, something inside me resisted. Like I was searching for something she couldn’t give.

Maybe I was just fucked up.

Her family history flashed briefly in my mind. Her alcoholic father who killed her mother and tried to blame it on her brother.

The arrest. The jail time. The public scandal. The disappearance of her father after her brother was proven innocent.

She had told me he changed after that, he became colder, more distant and focused.

Good for him.

Didn’t change the fact that he left.

I wasn’t thinking about him seriously.

“Soooo…where were we?” Taehyun suddenly yelled, snapping me out of whatever deep, unnecessary thoughts I was drowning in.

I blinked and looked at him, then at Minjae, who was already grinning like a spoiled prince about to claim his throne. A slow smirk spread across my face.

“LET’S HEAD TOWARDS THE PARTY,”

The three of us shouted together, hyping ourselves up like idiots before rushing to get dressed properly.

The lazy, couch rotting vibe was gone and now it felt like something was about to start.

I pulled on my black shirt and then my favorite leather jacket…it was expensive and custom made with JK carved neatly on the back. It wasn’t subtle, but I liked it that way. If I walked into a room, people noticed.

Minjae tossed me the car keys with a wink. “SHOTGUN.”

We stepped outside, cool evening air hitting my face, and climbed into his Mercedes. The engine roared smoothly as he started it, music blasting through the speakers, bass vibrating under my feet.

As we drove toward the club, city lights flashing past the windows, I felt it again…that fucking itch.

Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so boring after all.

—PARK JIMIN—

Korea.

This country has lived in the back of my mind for twelve fucking years, and every time I thought about it, I felt the same cold irritation crawling under my skin. Not nostalgia or regret…just unfinished business.

I built everything without it.

Italy gave me what Korea never could…space to grow, power to take, and enemies worth crushing. I have real money now and that makes men bow their heads before speaking.

I have power, respect, a name that opens doors before I even knock…and now I’m going back. Not because I miss it, but because someone forgot who I am.

Some idiot thought he could scam me. Thought distance made me weak and I wouldn’t notice. That mistake is going to cost him more than money.

My company in Italy runs perfectly fine without me. I can manage it from anywhere. Korea is just another territory waiting to be carved properly.

As for my sister…I haven’t seen her in twelve years.

Do I feel guilty? No.

The world doesn’t reward the weak. She had to learn to survive without me.

My focus isn’t on family…it’s on control.

Korea thinks I’m coming home.

It has no idea I’m coming to hunt.

I glance down at the girl between my knees inside my private jet, her fingers gripping my thighs like I’m something holy.

This is routine.

Pleasure without attachment.

Heat without emotion.

Her glossy lips parted in that hungry way that screamed she knew her job. She was all curves and fake lashes, dressed in a tight dress that hugged her tits and ass like a second skin.

I watched her fingers fumble with my belt, then yank down the zipper of my pants. My cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with need. I grabbed a fistful of her silky hair, yanking her head back so her eyes met mine.

“Do it…” I growled, voice low and rough.

She smirked, that slutty little curve of her mouth making my dick twitch and hand itch to slap that pretty face.

Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly at first, teasing the head with her thumb. Then she spat right into her palm, the wet glob landing with a slick sound, and rubbed it all over my length, making it glisten under the cabin lights.

“Take it in your mouth bitch,” I spat, shoving her face down. She didn't hesitate, lips stretching wide as she engulfed the tip, tongue swirling around the ridge.

Fuck, that heat…her mouth was a wet cave, sucking me in deeper. She bobbed her head, cheeks hollowing as she worked me like a pro, slurping noisily.

I threw my head back against the headrest, groaning as pleasure shot up my spine. The jet's altitude meant nothing, this was my domain, and she was my toy for now.

Her eyes watered already, turning red as she forced more of my cock down her throat. She gagged a little, that filthy choke vibrating around me, but she kept going, nose brushing my pubes as I tightened my grip on her hair, and started thrusting up with hard and powerful pumps that made her throat bulge, her lips sealed tight around my base.

“That's it, choke on it, you dirty slut,” I snarled, watching spit drool from the corners of her mouth, trailing down her chin onto her heaving cleavage.

She moaned around my dick, the sound muffled and desperate, her hands clawing at my thighs for balance. I fucked her face relentlessly, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her chin with each brutal drive.

Gags turned to wet, retching sounds as she struggled, tears streaming now, mascara smearing like black rivers. But her eyes stayed locked on mine, pleading and wild, begging for more abuse.

My cock swelled thicker in her throat, the pressure building like a storm. I could feel it coming, that hot rush coiling in my gut.

“Swallow every fucking drop, whore,” I commanded, slamming in one last time. She nodded weakly, throat convulsing as I erupted.

Thick ropes of cum blasted down her gullet, flooding her mouth. She gulped it all, her Adam's apple bobbing, not spilling a bit even as she coughed and sputtered.

I held her there, pinned on my cock until I was spent, then pulled out with a pop, strings of saliva and semen connecting us.

Panting, I patted her flushed cheeks, smearing the mess across her skin.

“Good girl…” I muttered, reaching for my wallet.

I tugged out a thick wad of bills and stuffed it right into her cleavage, the cash disappearing between those soft, sweat slicked tits.

She licked her lips, tasting the remnants, and grinned up at me, wrecked and satisfied. The jet soared on, but my night was just heating up.

The jet landed smoothly on the rooftop of THE AURUM CROWN, the five star hotel I own in the center of Seoul.

The moment the doors opened, the night air hit my face. I stepped out first. The management head was already waiting near the helipad, sweating slightly even though the air was cool. He bowed deeply the second I walked toward him.

“Welcome sir,” he said respectfully.

I gave him a small nod, that was enough.

“I don’t want any fucking paparazzi anywhere near this place,” I said calmly, but my tone carried enough threat to make his shoulders stiffen. “If even one camera flashes in my face, I’ll shut you and your staff here myself.”

“N-no sir…everything is secured, private landing as instructed, and there's no media,” he replied quickly.

Good.

I hated unnecessary noise, and I especially hated strangers pointing lenses at me like I was some celebrity instead of a man who built his empire with blood and strategy.

“Did you had any problem coming back, boss?” a familiar voice asked from behind…I turned slightly.

Kim Taehyung walked toward me confidently, a tablet tucked under his arm. Black sharp suit, clean expression.

He had been managing my Korean company… PJ HOLDINGS KOREA for years while I expanded in Italy.

He's reliable and smart. He knows when to speak and when to shut up. “I don’t have objections,” I replied flatly. “I have unfinished work.”

He gave a small smile. “Everything is prepared.”

“It better be,” I said as we walked toward the private elevator that led inside the hotel.

The elevator doors closed, leaving only the quiet hum of machinery and the faint reflection of my own expression staring back at me in the mirror walls.

“Is everything ready?” I asked without looking at him. “Yes, boss,” Taehyung answered immediately and unlocked his iPad. He turned it slightly toward me as images and documents appeared on the screen.

“The shipment from Genoa was redirected to a third-party buyer,” he began. “The documents were signed using your digital signature.”

My jaw tightened.

“My signature?” I asked calmly.

“Yes…it was forged.” He swiped to the next file. “The man responsible is David Leo. Your senior operations director in Italy.”

I stopped walking. The elevator doors opened into the private penthouse suite, but I didn’t move for a second.

David….My most trusted operations director. The one who handled confidential logistics and assured me everything ran perfectly in my absence.

Taehyung continued carefully, “He manipulated the shipment route and sold it to a rival group. He assumed you wouldn’t personally check the Korea expansion accounts.”

I let out a quiet breath.

“He assumed,” I repeated softly.

“Yes, boss.”

I stepped into the penthouse, the city visible through the glass walls. It was beautiful, quiet and deceptive.

“How much?” I asked.

“Two hundred million euros in product value,” Taehyung replied. “And potentially more if the rival group uses it against us.”

Money didn’t anger me…but betrayal did.

“When did he came here?” I asked.

“He returned to Seoul two days ago,” Taehyung added. “Currently at Eclipse Club, in private VIP floor.”

Of course he was probably celebrating, thinking he outsmarted me. I let out a low, humorless chuckle.

“Where is he now?” I asked again in mocking tone, just to hear it clearly. “Eclipse Club, boss.”

I nodded once. “Let’s go,” I said, adjusting my cufflinks slowly. “I want him alive long enough to understand what he did.”

Taehyung swallowed slightly but kept his composure. “The team is ready.” We stepped back into the elevator, descending toward the underground level of the hotel.

The Suburban SUV was already waiting below the building, engine running, tinted windows hiding everything inside. Two security men stood near it.

As I got into the back seat, I looked

out at the city lights one more time.

Korea hadn’t changed…but I had.

“Let’s go show him the cost of greed,” I said calmly. The SUV pulled out smoothly into the night traffic, heading straight toward Eclipse Club.

And tonight, someone was going to learn exactly why betraying me was the worst decision of his life.

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