Kim Jong-in aka Kai was Jungkook's half brother.

Jungkook was ten years old when his mother divorced his asshole of a father to inevitably marry another one of the same category, but neither of the two old men nor his promiscuous birth-giver infuriated him more than this certain piece of shit who tagged into his life along with his step dad.

Kai's father ran a drug cartel in Thailand, one of Jeon's old business partners. Surprisingly enough, neither the divorce nor the remarriage affected their business or personal relationships at all. Like the unsaid rule in the underworld demanded -- when the cash  falls in, you let bygones be bygones.

Infact both the boys grew up together for five years, trained together, and were even given similar skill sets to master. While Jungkook couldn't care less about having a half brother or a possible contender to the throne of his kingdom, Kai was a whole different case.

He was a certified asshole. A Total, absolute pain in the arse.

He was two years younger to Jungkook but referred to him as 'dongsaeng' because he liked to behave as if he was older and knew better than him.

Plus, he knew it irked the ravenette upto no measurable extent.

Kai was the type of sibling that wanted everything you wanted. Not only that but he was also a snatcher. He could go upto any extent to take things away from Jungkook, and then later on toss it off just for the hell of it.

He had a habit of stealing Jungkook's toys, misplaced his training weapons, and provoked the older boy until they were at their necks,  rolling around on the ground in attempts to kill each other.

Growing up, these immature physical fights metamorphosed into a cold war, a silent competition to prove who was better. Kai wanted to take Jungkook's rightful position as the leader of the Jeon mafia gang for himself, all so that he could make the ravenette work as his sub.

But his dreams got withheld when Jungkook automatically inherited the position as leader, obviously because he was older and a direct heir to his father's business.

The younger then moved to Thailand, and went on to be declared as the future heir of his own father's drug business but still he wasn't one to be satisfied with being denied of whatever he initially wanted.

He still had that rue burning somewhere in his soul, the passion--

To reduce Jeon Jungkook into a rubble of ruins.

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Jungkook slowly spun on the heels of his shoes, the scowl on his face deepening when it fell on his step brother's obnoxiously elated expression.

"Ah...Jungkook-ah, Fancy seeing you here actually. " Kai smiled, flailing his arms in mock surprise.

"Sure," Jungkook rolled his eyes in disgust, " wish i could say the same for ya."

Kai chuckled loudly, neatly swooping his dirty blonde dyed hair above his forehead.

"Still as spicy as ever Jeon," he remarked, the smile reducing into a small smirk, "So very delightful."

The mob boss rolled his eyes again, not bothering to respond as he began walking back to where Namjoon stood waiting for him with a scowl on his face.

"Jungkook! Why the hell do you keep running away like a fucking three year old toddler--"

"Hyung could you please tell me what this leech is doing over here? And why in heavens wasn't i informed about this??" Jungkook fired up in agitation, momentarily confusing the older. But then his eyes fell on the familiar boy approaching them with a wine glass in hand and a smug smirk gracing his handsome features.

"Namjoon." The blonde hummed raising his glass in mock acknowledgment, "So the whole troupe is here?"

"No," the older replied ignoring the obvious disrespect in his voice, "im afraid its just me and kook for this one."

"And your old hag of a boyfriend? What was his name again... Seok? Seokjin was it?" Kai chuckled, noticing the hardened expression on Namjoon's face. Even Jungkook looked pissed and that was more than he could have asked for with just one statement.

"You gay fucks amaze me sometimes," he sighed happily, swirling the tangy liquid in his glass, " anyway i was just telling Jungkook how surprised i was to see him here. I mean-- since we all know the current status of your mafia business... if you can even call it that anymore."

Namjoon looked slightly offended at the insult but Jungkook kept quiet, watching him with his hands crossed over his chest.

"What? You didn't know? The news is out to the entire underworld. There's also rumors that the Jeon's gang is going to be dissolved in no time! All courtesy to their mighty and high leader-nim who's so sincerely had his head in the clouds for the whole of his miserable tenure. Pfft what a joke." Kai shook his head taking a short sip from his glass. He tentatively peered up through his lashes, expecting either of the two men- or both to react but what confused him were the blank expressions on their faces instead.

The blonde cleared his throat, regaining the practiced smirk on his lips before sighing out loud.

"Heard of that recent tie up we made with the Wong filipino gang? Yeah, the same one you walked out on for no particular reason last summer." The slight look of surprise on Namjoon's face made him smirk wider.

"Good thing you did that actually," he continued, as he began circling his older sibling with narrow mocking eyes, "because with you out of the picture, he walked right into our court and guess who knows a thing or two about good business relationships, Yah Jungkook-ah, me ofcourse."

The blonde stopped right beside Jungkook, cocking his head to study the probable furious expression on his brother's face but was caught off guard when he found the older smirking back at him. But it was somehow much more sinister.

"For a subordinate, second in line gangleader, i have to say you did quite a commendable job Kai. I'm proud of you." Jungkook extended a hand to clap at the boy's shoulder, which the younger obviously shrugged away in disgust.

"Excuse me?" Kai glared at him, "who did you call your subordinate here?"

"Well, you." Jungkook clicked his tongue, turning to face him, "Aren't you? Because you said it yourself-- you need me out of the picture to bag deals or partnerships with the higher ups. To me that sounds like something a subordinate would do. Like hyenas gleaning on a lion's leftovers?"

Namjoon pursed his lips to stop himself from laughing out at Kai's incredulously offended expression which soon turned into an angered one.

"You little fucker---"

"If there's anyone who's 'little' here, in whichever sense that may be, its you. Usually i don't like wasting my breath on floundering eighteen year olds but since we've come out of the same womb, I'd appreciate if you spoke to my men with respect. Because the next time you make that mistake I'll make sure you don't have any more 'next times' to make up for that." Jungkook spat coldly, fixing his deadly gaze deep into Kai's defiant ones.

The younger looked away, not being able to keep up with the intensity of his stare and scoffed, fixing the lapels of his coat before walking away somewhere.

Jungkook released a sigh, rolling his eyes at Kai's retreating back and turned to face Namjoon who was fiddling with his fingers.

"What's it joonie hyung?"

Namjoon shook his head, looking up at Jungkook's borderline concerned face which was nothing but blank.

"I know he's a dick, but what he said... about the rumors going around in the underworld, don't they concern you?" He asked carefully observing the boy's face which didn't even budge.

"Mhm." The mob boss said simply, "im not. Because it's what they are-- rumors. The mafia is my family. I'm not going to let my family get dissolved for nothing."

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"Hyung do you have any idea what Jungkook might like for dessert?" Taehyung tucked a silver lock behind his ear, peering down at the large recipe book in his hands.

Seokjin turned to look at him with a small smile on his plump lips.

"You want to cook for him?" He asked, laughing out when the boy looked up with flustered red cheeks.

"U-um i just w-wanted to try ...is all..." Taehyung mumbled, pushing his glasses up the nose, "its o-okay if you don't want to teach me though."

"Aw no! Ofcourse i can teach you hun." Seokjin gently ruffled the boy's hair, noticing the roots had begun to darken again, "He likes the Songpyeons i usually make for him. You could try them."

"Really?? Thanks hyung!" Taehyung's lips broke out into a wide boxy grin making the older smile back fondly.

After an hour, the two males were finally done with the simple dessert, Taehyung being utterly satisfied with his first successful attempt sitting honorably on the big plate.

He looked up with wide eyes full of excitement when the familiar coded doorbell announced the arrival of the boss. Seokjin reached his side, gently nudging the boy with his elbow.

"I'll go set up the table for dinner. You keep stirring the broth for a few more minutes just like i taught you okay?" The oldest ordered, Taehyung nodding obediently afterwards.

The silver head realized that if there was something else that he liked apart from grooming flower plants, it was cooking.

And ofcourse having Jungkook's attention, but that was another thing.

Taehyung blushed a peachy shade, imagining the look on Jungkook's face when he'd taste the rice cake he cooked for him, which in his opinion tasted a little too good.

Seokjin was really a good chef and an even better coach.

The boy pushed the ladel down into the boiling broth, happily stiring the thick liquid accompanied with matching perky hip movements. He was so lost in his thoughts that he clearly missed the sound of footsteps entering the small kitchen and stopping right behind him.

He only noticed when he felt a warm breath on the back of his ear, followed by a sturdy warm chest pressing up against his back which made him freeze with the spatula in air.

"Having a nice time, huh kitty?"  Taehyung swore he almost doubled over, dropping headfirst with his face in the broth when he heard Jungkook's grainy sweet voice smirking in his ear.

But he held himself in time, only managing to drop the ladel back into the bowl before grabbing on the island for support.

"Y-you scared me hyung..." Taehyung bit his lip, nervously fixing his glasses when he heard the deep chuckle rumbling from the boss's chest.

"Did i now?" Jungkook whispered into his ear, pushing up closer against Taehyung's frozen, quivering frame.
He placed his hands on either side of the smaller boy, trapping him against the slab before leaning in to place a lingering kiss on the side of his jaw.
"And What are you doing over here, if i might ask?"

"I-uhm-" the silver head bit his tongue, trying to keep his thoughts straight, "i wanted to c-cook dessert for you."

Jungkook paused, withdrawing from his face for a moment.

"For me?" He asked, Taehyung nodding back shyly in response.

"Well that's a first," the mob boss mumbled, later on shrugging as he went back to nuzzle Taehyung's soft cheeks, "what did you cook?"

"Songpyeon!" Taehyung replied, enthusiasm coursing in his voice for a moment before it suddenly dropped when Jungkook only hummed in response.

"Good," the ravenette said taking a small step away from a now confused and pouty younger, "but there's one dessert I'd like even more."

"Oh? A-and what's that-- Aah! sweet heavens." Taehyung yelped, his smaller torso suddenly slamming down against the emptier side of the kitchen island. The silver head squirmed, trying to make sense of this new position when he felt a hand gripping his waist from the side,keeping him in place.

"It's on the smoother side, more delicate than a dumpling actually," Jungkook answered, letting his nimble fingers draw patterns on Taehyung's protruding ass.

The smaller boy bit his lip, blissfully rolling his eyes shut when he felt his sweatpants being lowered to his thighs, exposing his round ass to the cool surroundings.

"Softer and tastier..." The ravenette whispered, lowering his face and gently biting the cottony skin of his butt. Taehyung mewled, pushing his ass out for more but Jungkook held him down.

"H-hyung," the silver head turned his head to look back at the boss unbuckling his belt.

"Hmm?"

"W-what if someone comes in?"

"They see us, what else?"

Taehyung gulped, feeling a strain of embarrassment run up his senses. With strangers it was another thing, but the possibility of being caught getting fucked, and by people you know?

That's the worst.

What if Seokjin walked in?

Jungkook noticed the concerned expression on the boy's face and sighed. He stepped away and walked off, momentarily scaring Taehyung that he might've pissed the boss off but he was surprised to see him locking the kitchen door instead.

"There, happy now?" Jungkook asked, going to unbutton his cuffs before rolling up his sleeves.

Taehyung watched with a small smile,  eyes hooded as the ravenette neared him, the hunger in his eyes matching his own.

The silver head straightened up from his bent over position, eyes trained on the boss's own dark ones as he gradually slid off his extra large hoodie, leaving him completely naked in the middle of the kitchen.

Taehyung ran his tongue over his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he lifted a hand to rub and pinch over his hardened nipple. He watched in satisfaction when Jungkook's eyes darkened down to a few more shades.

"Very happy."

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A/n : Mom's doing fine. Thankyou all for your prayers. 💜🤝