✨ The Devil's Darling ✨

6

The world was silent after Han Joo Seok’s funeral. The old Mafia king was buried with full honor, but the whispers around the graveyard were not about him… they were about V.

Because everyone knew the truth.
Han Joo Seok’s son might have sat in his father’s chair, but the real power, the real throne, the real fear… belonged to V.

Namjoon leaned close to V that evening, as they sat in the massive underground chamber lit by golden lamps.
“Boss… the boy’s nothing but a puppet,” Namjoon muttered, handing him a glass of whiskey.
V didn’t even look up. His voice was sharp, deep.
“He’s not a boy… he’s a string. And I hold the strings.”

The men laughed — Jin’s calm chuckle, Yoongi’s quiet smirk, Hoseok tapping at his laptop with his usual restless fingers.
This was their kingdom.

Eunwoo’s Request

That night, as smoke curled in the dim light, Cha Eunwoo son of mafia king  — handsome but tense — walked in. His hands were shaking as he bowed slightly.

“Hyung… I need your help.”

The whole room stilled. V lifted his gaze, slow and intimidating.
“My help?” he asked, his voice deep, lazy, but deadly. “This kingdom is already yours, Eunwoo. What more do you need?”

Eunwoo swallowed. His words came out in a whisper.
“I… I want to marry.”

Namjoon frowned. Jin raised an eyebrow. Yoongi clicked his tongue.
“Another spoiled request,” Yoongi muttered.

But V tilted his head. “Marry? That’s not difficult. Tell me the girl’s name.”

Eunwoo hesitated, then spoke clearly.
“Not a girl. A boy.”

The silence in the hall cracked like glass.

Even Hoseok stopped typing.
Namjoon’s jaw clenched. Jin stared blankly.

V leaned forward slowly, eyes narrowing.
“…What?”

Eunwoo’s lips trembled, but he forced it out.
“A boy, hyung. His name is Jeon Jungkook. He’s… he’s beautiful. The moment I saw him, I couldn’t look at anyone else.”

V sat back in his chair, staring at him. His fingers tapped against the armrest.
“So you want me… to help you marry a boy?”

“Yes,” Eunwoo breathed, desperation in his tone.
“He’s everything I want.
But he’s pure… he’s soft.
He hates men like us.
He doesn’t like mafias, he doesn’t like violence.

His father is a bank manager. His mother’s a schoolteacher.

They are respected people. And Jungkook… he’s lived a life without scars. Without pain.”

V’s expression didn’t shift, but his men began whispering.

Yoongi scoffed. “Tch. Then why drag him here? Let him live in peace.”

Namjoon muttered, “Boss, this isn’t worth our time. A boy who knows nothing of blood or guns…”

Hoseok finally raised his head. “And if he runs away the moment he learns Eunwoo’s truth?”

But Eunwoo cut them all off. His voice broke as he shouted:
“I’ll change for him! Hyung, please. Just this once… make it happen.
I’ll leave this world if he’s mine.
You’ll rule freely — I’ll step down.”

The room went quiet again.

The Deal

V’s eyes glimmered under the low light.
“So… you want me to take him by force? Drag him into your bed? Tie him, break him, until he obeys?”

Eunwoo panicked, shaking his head violently.
“No! He’ll be afraid!
He’ll hate me forever! Don’t do that… please. He’s not like us.
He’s soft, innocent. He… he even loves a girl. Her name is IU.”

That made Jin smirk. “So you want us to break his heart and bend his will? That’s dirtier than any bullet we’ve ever fired.”

V lifted a hand, silencing them all. His eyes locked on Eunwoo.
“You want me to do this silently. Without his knowledge.
You want his parents afraid enough to force their son into your hands.
Is that it?”

Eunwoo nodded quickly, desperate.
“Yes, hyung.
Everyone fears your name. If you just visit them once, they’ll listen. Jungkook will obey his parents. He won’t even know your shadow was behind it. Please… only you can do this. Not your men. You.”

For a long time, V said nothing. He reached for the glass of whiskey, swirled it, took a slow sip. Then, finally, he set it down.

“…Your work is done.”

Eunwoo’s eyes filled with relief. “So you’ll do it?”

V’s lips curved into a ghost of a smirk.
“I said your work is done. That means… it will be done.”

He rose from his chair, tall and terrifying in his dark suit. His men looked at each other, sensing the weight of his decision.

Eunwoo hurried forward.
“Wait… don’t send Namjoon, don’t send Yoongi.
Promise me you’ll do it yourself, hyung.
Promise me Jungkook will never know.”

V turned his back, voice cold but final.
“Five minutes, Eunwoo. That’s all it takes. Give me his address.”

Eunwoo’s trembling hands slipped a photo from his pocket, but before he could hand it over, V stopped him.

“No need,” V said quietly. “I don’t need to see his face. His name is enough.”

“…Jeon Jungkook,” Eunwoo whispered.

V’s eyes hardened at the sound of it.
“Good. Then it begins.”