Jungkook's back slammed against the cold marble wall of the penthouse, wrists trapped above his head by Taehyung's iron grip. His breath stuttered, chest heaving, eyes wide with both fury and fear.
"L-let me go," Jungkook hissed, voice trembling but...
The sound of the slap still echoed in the air like thunder splitting the skies. Jungkook’s palm burned, his chest heaving as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.
The entire lift had gone silent.
No one had ever dared. Not even the most fearless gangsters. Not even enemies before they died.
Taehyung’s head had snapped to the side, his cheek turning crimson under the sting Jungkook has slapped taehyung very harder.
The doors slid open with a metallic sigh. No one moved. Everyone was waiting for the explosion.
Jungkookwhen door opened he immediately went away pushing everyone
Taehyung, the man no one dared to touch, the mafia don whose name itself made nations shiver, stood there — frozen —
one hand slowly reaching up to his own cheek where Jungkook had struck. His jaw clenched, his breath ragged.
His voice came, low and deadly, “...Jimin. Kill them.”
The employees—outsiders actually—stiffened. Their hearts stopped.
Jimin’s eyes widened. “Boss… they’re just our men. Who work for us ...Innocent—”
“Do as I say!” Taehyung roared, the sound so sharp it made the walls vibrate. The veins in his neck popped, eyes blood-red with humiliation.
Jimin’s trembling fingers dialed Yoongi. “Hyung… he’s saying kill them. Right now. What do I do?”
Namjoon (to Yoongi, low): “If he kills now, news will spread. Not about the slap… about him losing control.”
Hoseok (grim): “And when V loses control… the world burns.”
Back inside, the men trapped in the lift fell to their knees.
Employee 1 (begging): “Sir, we didn’t see anything! We swear—we won’t say a word!” Employee 2: “Please, boss, we have families! Children—don’t kill us—”
Inside the surveillance room, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok exchanged grim looks. Yoongi’s tongue clicked. “He’s in fire. This anger—it won’t burn just him. It’ll burn everyone near him.”
Namjoon leaned closer to the mic, his tone steel. “Listen, if any of you spread word that Taehyung-ssi was slapped… you’re dead men walking.
Don’t even breathe it to your shadows. Walk out alive now. But remember—your necks belong to us if you disobey.”
The men in the lift dropped to their knees, begging, “Sir, please… we have families. We swear, we’ll never speak—”
Namjoon jerked his head toward Hoseok. Hoseok growled, “Then disappear. Run. Never even dream about this moment again.”
The men fled, gasping like animals who had just been spared slaughter.
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