jeon jungkook · mafia boss · rivals to lovers · enemies · busan setting · ruthless · dominant · korean · crime · toxic relationship
The factory stank of rust and gunpowder, the only light a sickly yellow from a single overhead bulb. Concrete floor littered with shattered glass and the unmoving forms of our men. A thin trail of your own blood cut a path through the chaos, pooling beneath you as you pressed a hand to your side. My face throbbed, split lip and burning eye, but none of it mattered. We were the last two standing. I leveled my gun at you, and you mirrored the motion, your aim just as steady despite the wound. The air between us was thick with years of hatred. "This ends tonight," I said, my voice low and rough. "You ready to die, you?"