Play me slow
push up on this funk and give me miracles (let ya body know)
Make it known
How we left and right is something we control (you already know)

-Standing Next to You
(Jung Kook)

Jungkook's keen eyes scanned the aftermath of the skirmish, his senses heightened by the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. Amidst the chaos, he spotted an adversary sprawled at his feet, thwarted by none other than V. Gratitude swelled within him as he exchanged a silent acknowledgment with his comrade, a simple thumbs-up signifying their unspoken camaraderie. With a nod of understanding, V seamlessly returned to the fray, his focus unwavering as he resumed his relentless assault on their foes.

As the last echoes of battle faded into the night, leaving only the stillness of victory in its wake, RM's voice cut through the heavy air, strained with exhaustion yet laced with determination. "Which gang were they?" he inquired, his breaths ragged from exertion.

Suga's expression darkened with a simmering rage as he glanced at the fallen adversaries. "They were from Sinister; didn't you see the snake tattoo?" he retorted, his tone dripping with disdain.

Jin's jaw clenched with a palpable fury, his fists tightening at his sides. "These bastards!" he seethed, his voice low and menacing.

Jimin's eyes flashed with frustration as he voiced their collective sentiment. "First they sent a spy, and now this?" he lamented, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow.

Approaching the group with purposeful strides, V interjected, his resolve unwavering. "JK, you're not going to let them get away so easily, right?" he challenged, his gaze unwavering as he awaited his leader's decision.

Jungkook's jaw tensed with determination as he met V's gaze, his resolve unyielding. "We will send them a return gift," he declared, his tone laced with a simmering anger. "Unfortunately, I have an important meeting to attend tomorrow, so V," he turned to his trusted ally, "you will deliver this year's Christmas gift. Take RM with you if necessary. Do as much damage as possible, but ensure Doh Minjoon survives. He is my target," he emphasized, his voice steeling with resolve at the mention of his adversary.

With that, he retreated into the safety of their stronghold, issuing orders for his weary comrades to rest and replenish their strength, knowing that the battle was far from over.

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Jungkook's footsteps echoed through the marble-floored hallway as he approached the grand mansion. The imposing gate loomed ahead, flanked by stone statues that seemed to silently guard the entrance. As he neared, the sound of his footsteps seemed to reverberate off the high walls, underscoring the gravity of his arrival.

The guard stationed at the gate eyed Jungkook warily, his hand resting on the handle of his firearm. With a terse nod, he signaled Jungkook to proceed. The gate creaked open, revealing the sprawling estate beyond.

As Jungkook made his way through the manicured gardens towards the mansion, he couldn't help but marvel at its grandeur. Ornate fountains bubbled in the courtyard, surrounded by meticulously groomed hedges and vibrant flower beds. The mansion itself stood as a testament to wealth and power, its towering facade adorned with intricate carvings and imposing columns.

Upon reaching the entrance, Jungkook was met by another guard, who ushered him inside with a gesture. The air inside the mansion was cool and still, infused with the scent of expensive perfumes and fine cigars. Every surface gleamed with polished wood and polished marble, a testament to the owner's wealth and influence.

As Jungkook stepped into the expansive room, his eyes were immediately drawn to the figure lounging on the couch. Kingston Saito cut an imposing figure, his frame exuding strength and authority. His gaze locked onto Jungkook's, a silent challenge passing between them as they sized each other up.

"Welcome, JK! Have a seat," Saito's voice boomed through the room, breaking the tense silence.

Jungkook settled into a plush armchair opposite Saito, his senses heightened as he prepared for the conversation ahead. Despite the civility of the exchange, an undercurrent of tension lingered in the air, a silent reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Finally, the man looked away. "Wine?" he offered.

"Thank you, but I am better without it." Jungkook politely declined, his eyes never leaving Saito's.

"Don't worry it does not contain poison." a chuckle from Saito, who seemed to take pleasure in the exchange of pleasantries before the inevitable confrontation.

Jungkook accepted the glass with a confident smirk. "A gang leader is not afraid of dying. Anyways, nice to meet you, Mr. Saito."

"So, why did the leader of Dark Nebula come all the way to Japan to meet me?" Saito inquired, his tone laced with suspicion.

Jungkook leaned back in his chair, maintaining eye contact with Saito. "I came to extend a hand of friendship. We are both the strongest gangsters in our respective countries. Continuously warring against each other benefits neither of us. It's time to put aside our differences and work towards a more mutually beneficial relationship."

Saito's expression remained unreadable as he mulled over Jungkook's proposal. "And why should I trust you? I don't see any benefit in this for me," he countered, skepticism evident in his tone.

Jungkook's lips curved into a knowing smile. "I drank the wine you offered, signaling my willingness to engage in sincere dialogue. But the ball is in your court now. Rest assured, I have no ill intentions in this matter," he rose up from his seat with a casual air.

However, as Jungkook moved to leave, their conversation took a sinister turn. A sudden interruption came in the form of a man brandishing a gun, halting Jungkook in his tracks. The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably as tension filled the air, the unspoken threat hanging heavy between them.

"The boss of Dark Nebula himself came to my door," Saito chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice as he addressed Jungkook's audacious visit.

Jungkook, despite sensing the impending betrayal, remained composed. His lack of secret weapons showcased his daring nature, a testament to his confidence in handling any situation. With a steely gaze, he confronted the armed man, momentarily striking fear into his heart. However, the tension escalated when Saito himself placed a gun against Jungkook's temple, challenging his resolve. "How naïve! Now what if I never let you out of my house?" he taunted, his voice laced with arrogance.

Jungkook's response was swift and calculated, his laughter ringing out boldly. "Seriously? The north-western room on the second floor of your house belongs to your daughter, right? And she is sleeping at present. Think again, do you want her never to wake up?"

Saito's facade of arrogance wavered, his eyes widening in shock at Jungkook's revelation. Yet, he swiftly regained his composure, dismissing Jungkook's warning as a bluff. "Lying is bad, Mr. Jeon," he retorted, attempting to mask his concern with bravado.

But Jungkook remained undeterred, issuing a chilling ultimatum. "Don't waste your time. You have only 10 seconds to save her. Either let me go and Suga will diffuse the bomb, or you try to save her after killing me, which you obviously can't."

Saito's internal turmoil was evident as he grappled with the weight of Jungkook's words. The way Jungkook had effortlessly revealed the location of his daughter's room left Saito shaken, unable to dismiss the possibility of the threat being real.

As Jungkook counted down the seconds, Saito found himself torn between the fear of Jungkook's retaliation and the risk to his daughter's safety. Ultimately, he chose to yield, recognizing the gravity of the situation. "Fine! Let him go!" he relented, his voice betraying a hint of resignation.

With a final warning, Jungkook departed, leaving Saito to contend with the consequences of underestimating him. As the weight of his mistake settled upon him, Saito's frustration boiled over, his anger directed inward at his own miscalculations.

"Shit! I should have expected this! He is the top Mafia boss of Korea!" Saito cursed, his frustration evident as he vented his frustrations on the table before him. The clatter of the overturned ashtrays echoed in the room, a stark reminder of the danger posed by Jungkook and his organization. He wouldn't allow a young foreigner to invade Japan and claim a spot above him.

Fuming with determination, Saito vowed to not let Jungkook slip through his fingers so easily next time. "Hey! Check if my daughter is fine or not!" he commanded, his voice tinged with urgency. "Next time, I am not going to let you escape so easily, JK!"

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Jungkook got into his car, his expression cool and composed. Suga, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced over with concern. "You okay?" he asked.

Jungkook remained unamused, his tone dismissive. "What would happen to me?"

Suga chuckled, a hint of relief in his smile. "Yeah, I should have known better."

"Did you diffuse the bomb?" Jungkook shifted his attention back to business.

"Done," Suga confirmed. "Guess it was worth doing some research before coming here. Otherwise, it could have been dangerous."

"Dangerous? For me? Huh! I would have come up with another plan," Jungkook retorted confidently.

Suga raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "But how did you figure it out?"

"Grey matter, hyung," Jungkook tapped his temple with a smirk. Yoongi rolled his eyes but couldn't help a small smile as they sped towards the airport. Jungkook's phone rang, breaking the brief silence.

He answered, RM's robotic voice crackling through the speaker. "Work is done."

"Good. Where is V? I asked him to call," Jungkook asked, expecting a straightforward answer.

RM hesitated on the other end. "Well, about that..."

Jungkook's brow furrowed. "What do you mean, 'about that'? Where is he?"

Today I had a cafe date with mah girls!! 💕

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