072

JEON

"Please....please– ahh...please—"

Silence— the sounds of her muffled sobs echoes.

"Please—Jeo—Jungkook—save me—"

A hiccup. A sob.

"Me... and Lucas...th-they're torturing us—PLEASE—AGHHH! STOP—STOP PLEASE—"

"Please—J-Jeon—save me—!"

A sharp gasp.

"Stop—"

"Please—"

My hands clench in fists.Lucas's cries in the background—his screams mixing with hers.

"You heard that, bastard?" Their voices, slithering through the phone. Lucas wails in the background—high-pitched, raw—"Now listen to me, asshole"A pause—then her scream rips through the line again—sharp, breaking—before he laughs. "Call a meeting. Tell every single motherfucker in your empire that you’re transferring the underworld to us. "

Another scream— "And then? Come here and take your slut and this filthy shit with you."

Lucas sobs— "MAMA—"

"But don’t you dare play smart, Jeon."

A pause.

"Or else... you know us."

Click.

Silence.

Screen lies on desk—dead. Daring to stare back at me.

The glass trembles in fist—

"Why did you do that, Boss?" Jisun cuts first—

"Yes, Boss… why open the gates?" Minho exhales  "Why let her step outside?"

A muscle jumps in jaw.

Silence.

Around—keyboards click. Hushed phone calls murmur in corners. Operations scrambling, gears turning.

"We started the Operation three weeks ago… then why stop in mid-track?" Wooshik mumbles. "Now see they took Mrs. Jeon—" I turn—He shuts his mouth. Looks down.

The air freezes.

Not a single breath.

They think I’m stupid.They think I didn’t calculate every possible outcome before those gates swung open.

They think i don’t know exactly what I unleashed—what I allowed to taken.

A beat—

"Boss… now what should we do?" Louis asks, voice tight.

"Jungkook please save me..."

Her voice raw, shattered through skull. My eyes closes.

"Jungkook please save me..."

A deep breath.

I open them again—they're all standing.

The men I trained.The ones who bleed when I say bleed, kill when I say kill.

No bullshit.

Only me.

My words.

"You won’t do anything."

A gasp.

"Boss!"

"But Boss we—"

"I’ll do everything."

A cold, burning sip down my throat.

"B-Boss… that would be risky!" Jisun stammers. "Scorpions are everywhere—thousands of them—underground nests, armed to the teeth—we don’t even know what weapons they’ve got, It’d be extremely risky, Boss."

Risky?—Not more than her.Fingers tighten against the cold glass.Not how much she wants to leave me… not how far she’ll run with my children in her arms.

"Boss—" Minho steps forward, jaw tight. "We should go too. We can’t let you walk into that hell alone, not when Mrs.Je—"

"MINHO!"

He freezes.Head ducks.Muscles locked.

"Mind your damn mouth, she is not your concern."

He gulps."...Sorry, Boss—I just thought..."

"Leave."

Firm.Final.

A beat.

Silence.They don’t move—not even to breathe wrong.

Then slowly…Footsteps retreat—one by one until only wood creaks beneath me.

Door shuts without sound.

Alone now...

I stare out across the lawn—the empty swing sways slightly from wind…Grass still holding imprints of where she stood…Where she ran…

I exhale— eyes shut for second.I know nothing will happen to her.They'll be fine.

One gulp—the whiskey burns, then swallow it down.

Silence stretches—the whole house quiet. Too still...

Outside, the sky is dull. Heavy. Unchanging.

Black clouds swollen with storm that refuses to break.Just pressure. Just weight. Like my heart.

I reach in pocket—fist my phone out.

Dial the number.

Ring goes.once.Twice—

"…Yes, boss."

"Come to my office."

One word.Call cut.

The sky hangs low.

You really think you can leave me?After everything?After we came this far?

They want me alone?Fine—I’ll come alone.No army. No guns at my side.

If I have to stain these hands—in front of you—in front of my kids—if blood has to spill on your dress just so you'd understand what kind of monster lives because you ran—Then so be it.

You'll realize then...What it truly costs—To walk away from your husband…

"Boss—" she peeks in, "You called me."

I nod.

She steps in—door clicks shut behind her. Heels silent on marble.Back straight.Eyes sharp.No fear.No hesitation.She knows the rules. Always has.

"That transmitter?" I ask.

"Installed in the left heel, boss. Just like you ordered, Active and secure."

"Is it still transmitting?"

"Yes." She nods firm. "They didn’t find it. Signal’s clean—heartbeat, movement, breath—all feeding back."

Good.

Very good.

I exhake—

Nothing will go wrong now. Not when I finally have her where I want—not lost, not taken—but trapped exactly as she should be…by me, for me.

"Turn on the mic."

She nods once—moves to desk where a small device rests beside encrypted laptop. Fingers fly across keys—

"Done, boss."

one click—and silence breaks—

Low hum of audio fills in office.

whisper of wind… muffled voices…Lucas crying softly in background…Then—

"So now, Mrs. Jeon—if your husband’s coming till then what else do you expect from us?"

Pause.

"Nothing," she says—Calm. Too calm. "I just want to stay in another room... with my son."

Our son, love…Ours.Not just yours.But mine too—just like you are mine—

Silence hangs.Then— cruel laughs rise—one after another like dogs circling meat—

"Fine," one sneers. "But if he comes suddenly—we'll drag your ass out here with us."

A beat.

"I know…" she mumbles—voice tired—"Just… don’t hurt my child."

"Oh, don’t worry." A laugh cuts—"We won't hurt that little shit..."

My jaw clenches.

"...Unless Daddy shows up with guns blazing."Another laugh."And then? We'll see how loud you scream when we make him choose."

The audio hums—a chair scrapes—footsteps—"Now Dan, take Mrs. Jeon to her room. Let her relax until the show begins."

Slow footsteps echo through the speakers—then—

Nothing.Nothing.Except heavy breaths.

I lean back. Eyes closes.

Silence.

click—The transmitter silences.

"Leave."

"Yes boss."Footsteps retreat.Door shuts.

Silence swallows me whole.

Well played, little lawyer.You played your part perfectly.But the game's not over yet...Not when your husband's about to take the stage.

_______________________________________

Alone.

Step out of the car—

Door shuts behind. Engine fades into distance—just as ordered.

No guards.No weapons.Just me.

The warehouse looms ahead—rusted, skeletal under bruised sky.

Thirteen years… My father stood right here.Same cracked concrete.Same wind howling through broken windows.

He killed that bastard with his own hands… bathed in blood to claim this world for me before they even born.

One step.Dry leaves crunch beneath shoes—sound too loud in silence.Another step.Closer.

Their screams still echo in skull—This place?It remembers bloodshed like prayer.And tonight—

Everything will repeat…But worse…Much worse…

Because last time, it was about power...

It’s about her.

Hands flex at sides—bare fingers twitching toward nothing— no gun, no knife—

Step by step.

Near the door—the old iron creaking slightly, its hinges like it knows what comes next...

Then stop.

Thud.The door open—rust screams like dying animal.

Inside—filth. Decay. A shrine of hate.Cards scattered on bloodstained concrete.Walls covered in graffiti of my face—drawn with horns, fangs, burning beneath scorpion stings.

My name carved over and over:

JEON THE COWARD

JEON WHO HIDES BEHIND WOMEN

One step.Then another. Air heavy with blood and piss.No furniture—only a few men hunched over scraps of cards.

Another step.

They turn.

"Hey! Who the fuck are you?" One yells, drunk, half-up from floor—  "This ain’t no charity!"

His eyes bloodshot. Hands shaky.

He doesn’t know me.

Not surprising.

He wasn’t born when I buried their king under fires. He doesn’t carry his father’s ghost in veins—he only wears cheap ink and cheaper courage.

One step inside.

"Where's my wife?"

They freeze.

Silence.

Then something clicks deep behind their eyes— pulse jumps in one’s neck. other drops his cigarette, stumbles back—And run.

Scatter like rats into shadows—

"HE’S HERE!""HE’S ALONE" "HE’S HERE!"

Pathetic.

Thirteen years they rot in underground so they could grow teeth while I built towers above them?Now they piss themselves at one quiet step.

I don't move—Just stand in the doorway—the wind howling behind like a funeral.

You chose well, little lawyer… These trembling fools to protect you?To hold your hand while threatening mine?

What a companion.

Around filth, decay, stench of fear and sweat.

Then—corner of the room.A tiny scrap of pale fabric.

…a tiny sock.

Lucas’s.

I step forward—Pick it up.

Blue. With a small tear near the toe—

Bring it to mouth—the faint trace of her vanilla… his baby scent… warmth.

Eyes close.

I’m here, love. Now, you don’t have to pretend you’re trapped…or afraid…I’ll take you back home.

I press it against chest, tuck it in inner pocket—

Clap.

Clap.

Slow. Mocking.

I turn.

At the far end—

John—red hair like spilled blood under dim light.Dan—brunette, cold eyes, hands tucked in his coat.Behind them—a line of their armed men. Rifles. Knives strapped to thighs. Arrogant stances.But their breaths? Uneven.

Claps echo through the hollow warehouse—

Bastards—Ten years old when my father slit their father’s throat in front of them. But left them alive—not out of weakness—but mercy.A message: Let them grow… let them learn who they serve.

And now?Grown up bastards standing in front like they own this city? Like they own me.

Standing. clapping.Smirking.

Thinking time erased what I am?

Thinking grief made me soft?

Warm sock warm against chest… her scent still on my lips…

"Look at him" John sneers, stepping forward— "The great Jeon Jungkook, walks in alone." He laughs— "No army? No fire in behind?"

Dan smirks "Maybe he finally realized who really rules Seoul now."

Silence.Wind slicing through broken glasses.

I unbutton my coat.

"Now Jeon is here—we should—"

"Where's my wife?"

He freezes. Eyes widen—Then… laughter.

"Wait, wait—" John laughs hand raised—"Boss! The mighty Jeon Jungkook!" Mocking bow.  "Says 'where’s my wife' like he’s still in charge!"

Dan laughs low. "She's fine—but first… meet us."

John steps forward—close, too close.

And then—Opens his arms—Hugs me.

Don’t move.Don’t breathe.Muscles locked tight under skin—every instinct to tear him apart—the snap of spine, the gurgle of blood choking through crushed windpipe…

But let it.

One second.Two.

Then he pulls back—grinning“Such a long time… brother.”

"Where's my wife?"

His smirk widens—he leans slow—one breath from my ear—"She's fine—served us well all night."One motion—grab his throat and slam him against rusted beam.

Gasp echoes—all weapons rise—but no one dares—they know if he dies now? Their rebellion ends before it begins.

John smiles.

I squeeze harder—the tendons flex beneath fingers trained to crush bone since I was thirteen beneath father’s watchful eye...

Yet…

His smile doesn't fade—it spreads —bloody teeth gleaming “Go ahead… Kill me…” Gulp for air “…and watch what they'd do to her…”

My teeth grits—blood on tongue...

She served them?

Served them?Fingers press deeper—his face purpled—he twitching slightly—thrashes once—a kick, wild claw at wrist— like a damn cockroach.

"Jeon—leave my brother." Dan growls—

I don’t turn.Don’t blink.eyes locked on the twitching worm in grip—John, gasping like a fish left in sun, spit dripping from his lips.

"Jeon! leave my brother."

I glance at him—"Where's... my... wife?"

He gestures over his shoulder. Then fingers snap.

A shadow moves behind rusted pillars.

Few seconds.Then—

She appears.

Torn dress hanging off one shoulder.Dirt smeared across cheek.Hair tangled over trembling shoulders.One arm clutching Lucas—his small body shaking, face red with endless cries—the other hand protectively over her swollen belly… eight months… carrying my blood… my future.

My grip loosens— John crashes on the floor—coughs violently— Her breath hitches when she sees me.Tears fall silently down cracked lips.Eyes hollowed by fear and sleepless nights… dark circles bruises beneath them…Breath ragged—as if each inhale is pain itself…

Lucas sobs louder "Dada! Dadah" —tiny fingers gripping her dress...She holds him closer—

The warehouse fades.The men vanish.Their smug faces dissolve into nothingness—

Only her remains.

My throat clogs—take one step forward—Dan raises a gun toward Lucas's head.

"Don't!" —"Another step and your son learns what bullets taste like."

Silence.

I freeze- Eyes on her.Her breath shaky—one tear falls.she looks at me not as husband...But as monster.

So i came alone, unarmed.

Because if she breathes?Then so do I.

John lunges forward—grabs her by hair—jerking her head backward—She screams—Lucas wails loud—

"HOW DARE YOU CHOKE ME, BASTARD?!" He roars, spittle flying. "SHOULD I KILL THIS SLUT? HUH? SHOULD I KILL HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU?!"

She gasps one hand holding Lucas, other pressed hard against her bump—

My fists clench.

This is all your doing.Your defiance.Your little game to break me in front of these worms…

And yet—

They’re holding mine.

He jerks her head again—

She gasps- "Please… please stop." She clutching her bump— "AGhh-stop—"

"Why–Your bloody husband just choked ME—tried to kill me and—"

"Leave her"

Eyes snap at me.Silence.

Tears stream down her face—She hiccups— You act so good, love.

"GIVE US THE PAPERS FIRST." Dan growls— "Then we'll let them go."

John's grip tightens in her hair.She swallows, eyes fixed on me—waiting to see me break…

"Leave. Her."

"BASTARD! GIVE THE PAPERS FIRST!" John shoves her in a corner—She slams into rusted beam—protects Lucas with her body—and slumps on the ground,

My fist clench.

Lucas cries loudly—blood seep from her scalp down cheek—

"Search that bastard" Dan growls.Men rush forward—rip through my coat, pat down every inch—cold fingers in my pockets, checking sleeves, boots.flipping everything. Cigarette box crushed under boot. No gun. No blade.

"Nothing, boss"

John snaps faster than lightning—grab my collar, slam me against rusted wall—She gasps.Eyes widen.Never seen anyone—raise a hand on me like I’m common trash.A king struck in the dirt…

"WHERE ARE THOSE PAPERS!?"— "YOU FUCKING PLAYING WITH US HUH?! TELL ME! WHERE ARE THE OWNERSHIP PAPERS!"He shakes me— Spit flying.

She cornered like prey… clutching Lucas… blood dripping down temple… yet still that fire behind her gaze—

You act so good.It was never about escape.It was making me bleed in front of them. Making me powerless—

"WHERE ARE THOSE PAPERS, BASTARD?!"

Silence.

The warehouse frozen.

Dan pulls out his gun, lunges forward.Pressing the barrel on her forehead—Her breath hitches—eyes snap to mine—wide, raw, unguarded.

Not acting now.

This wasn’t in the script, love?

Good.

Let me play now.

"Tell me Jeon, Where are those papers?" Dan sneers "Or I'll shoot this slut."

Silence.

Not a breath.

"It’s her"

Her eyes snap at me—waiting… trembling—Waiting for me to die?

"What?" Dan growls—  "what did you say?"

John clench tight my collar— "Spill it, bastard"

I don’t look at them.Only her—bloodied temple, torn dress, hands wrapped around our son and unborn child— "The underworld is hers"

Her breath hitches.

"I renamed everything—to my wife."

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