Jungkook's heart raced as he stood in the dimly lit alley of Seoul. The air was thick with tension, and the distant hum of traffic seemed to fade away. This wasn't just any place; it was a battleground where power and secrets collided.

Mr. Lee, the enigmatic figure who controlled the city's underbelly, had sent his trusted operative-a man whose loyalty was bought with "blind money." Jungkook's instincts screamed danger, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man before him.

The man wasn't a mere henchman; he was a predator. His tailored suit concealed a lethal strength, and his eyes held a darkness that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. The grip on Jungkook's arm tightened, threatening to crush bone, yet the man's expression remained impassive.

Jungkook stood in the dim Seoul alley, trapped by Mr. Lee's operative. The man's grip on Jungkook's arm was unyielding, and his eyes held secrets darker than the night. Jungkook's survival instincts kicked in as he wondered why he was caught in this dangerous game.

Jungkook's pulse quickened as the man signaled to another figure-a shadow in black, lurking near a gray car. The pieces fell into place: this was all orchestrated by Mr. Lee. Jungkook's determination to escape intensified; he couldn't afford to be caught in their deadly game.

As the car door swung open, a man stepped out, impeccably dressed in a formal suit. His tie was perfectly knotted, and his demeanor exuded authority. Jungkook's teary eyes widened in recognition-it was Mr. Lee, the infamous mafia boss. A dark smirk played on Mr. Lee's face as he locked eyes with Jungkook.

Jungkook's voice trembled as he pleaded, "Leave me." but the grip on his arm only tightened. The masculine man remained unyielding, and Jungkook's heart raced as Mr. Lee's ominous figure drew nearer. The alley seemed to close in on him, trapping him in a deadly dance with shadows.

As the man pushed Jungkook toward Mr. Lee, Jungkook tried to escape, but Mr. Lee swiftly grabbed the collar of Jungkook's yellow uniform.

Mr. Lee's grip on Jungkook's chin tightened, eliciting a hiss of pain. Jungkook knew he couldn't escape now. He was trapped once again-imprisoned in this hell, ensnared by the cruelty of this man..

"You think it's that easy?" Mr. Lee's mocking tone cut through the air, and Jungkook's eyes blurred with unshed tears. "Just wait and watch boy, I will show you.." Mr. Lee's grip tightened as he hurled Jungkook toward a figure. The weak boy could only brace himself, knowing that Mr. Lee was merely the calm before the storm-a tempest of cruelty waiting to engulf him.

Jungkook's trembling body was led to the nondescript grey car. Fear gripped him tightly, and he knew the situation was dire. Little did he realize that what awaited him was far more unimaginable than anything he could conjure in his mind.

Jungkook's tears flowed relentlessly, unstoppable and silent. In that suffocating car ride, he had no choice but to cry, surrounded by the ominous silence of Mr. Lee's men.

Mr. Lee's sardonic smirk refused to fade. The monotony of dealing with Jungkook had left him utterly bored, and the boy's suffering no longer held any interest. In Mr. Lee's eyes, Jungkook was nothing more than a superfluous burden of him and his wife-a mere waste of oxygen. And he had a plan to rid himself of this unwanted weight.

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