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"Somewhere in Seoul In a big building, stands a middle man remembering something from the past and suddenly gets angry at something "

"Kim Ji-wook watched the sunset bleed across the Seoul skyline from his penthouse, a view worth billions, yet utterly worthless to the man whose heart had been cold for fifteen years. He raised a glass of aged whiskey, not to a celebration, but to a silent, bitter toast. His former best friend, Jeon Jong-suk, was the target of this toast. They had been inseparable, building their empires side-by-side. Then came the Great Betrayal—an act Ji-wook would never forgive, one that cost him far more than mere money or power. It cost him his peace. Now, Ji-wook's revenge was ready. It was intricate, humiliating, and utterly inescapable. He tapped the polished mahogany table, a ghost of a cruel smile touching his lips."

The Price of Vengeance Ji-wook’s plan rested on his two sons:

* Kim Taehyung, the elder. The rightful heir to the Kim empire, a darkness Ji-wook himself had helped forge. Taehyung was a ghost in silk suits, a Mafia King with a mind as sharp as a stiletto and a heart utterly encased in ice. He did not smile, he did not love, he only executed orders. He was his father's perfect weapon.

* Kim Yeonjun, the younger. The unpredictable variable. A Mastermind disguised as a street-smart bad boy. Yeonjun was all sarcastic humor, savage wit, and fighting skills honed in back alleys—a whirlwind of chaotic energy and genius-level strategy. He knew of his father's plan and, surprisingly, seemed to be enjoying the elaborate setup.

Ji-wook was gathering his sons for the final briefing.

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Flashback 3 Days Ago

Yeonjun, in his 'bad boy' uniform of ripped denim and a leather jacket, was leaning against a display case, expertly pickpocketing a bored businessman's wallet (he planned to return it later, along with a scathing note).

A sudden, sharp pain flared in his ankle.

Yeonjun looked up. It was Beomgyu, all bright eyes, sharp jawline, and perfectly tousled hair, currently dusting off his white designer shoes.

Without a moment of hesitation, Beomgyu twisted his arm, using Yeonjun's grip as leverage, and executed a perfect ippon seoi-nage (shoulder throw).

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He walked away, leaving Yeonjun sprawled, but not hurt, on the floor.

~Present Day ~

Taehyung stood silent, a beautiful, lethal weapon poised for destruction.

Yeonjun just smiled, a challenging sparkle in his eye. He was marrying a genius and a fighter. This was going to be the most fun he'd had in years.

The game had begun. The sons, weapons in a father’s war, were about to meet the Jeons they were meant to destroy.

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In Somewhere

The setting was a private meeting room at the Jeon family's corporate tower—a formal, sterile environment chosen by Jeon Jong-suk to assert control. The engagement contracts were ready to be officially exchanged.

Kim Taehyung arrived precisely on time, dressed in a custom-made three-piece suit that somehow made him look more like a dark statue than a man. He carried an aura of such profound stillness that the air around him felt several degrees colder.

Jeon Jungkook was already seated, looking deceptively innocent. He wore a crisp white silk shirt and pearl earrings, his hair soft and dark, eyes wide and clear. He exuded an almost ethereal sweetness. He looked like an angel—the kind that might be Lucifer's right hand.

Jong-suk and Ji-wook exchanged thin, tense greetings. Then, the fathers left the room to discuss "final logistics," leaving the couple alone for the mandated "getting to know you" session.

The silence that followed was thick enough to suffocate a person.

Jungkook finally broke it, his voice soft, melodic, and perfectly devoid of emotion.

Taehyung slowly rose from his chair, walking around the table until he stood directly behind Jungkook's seat. He placed his hand—large, powerful, and utterly cold—on the back of Jungkook's neck, not squeezing, but merely asserting his presence.

Jungkook froze. The sweetness vanished. His wide eyes flashed with something sharp and dangerous, confirming the rumors of the poison.

He removed his hand and returned to his seat as if nothing happened.

Jungkook slowly turned to face him, the sugar façade fully shattered. The look he gave Taehyung was pure, icy hatred.

Jungkook slowly turned to face him, the sugar façade fully shattered. The look he gave Taehyung was pure, icy hatred.

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