~Survive~ Taekook (E×E)
1 . Prologue
~Welcome to Kim Taehyung’s twisted fantasy where Kim Taehyung rules the dark.~
A Dark World, forged by obsession, sealed by power, owned by one.
He built it.
He bled for it.
So it kneels to him.
He holds the throne, but it does not belong to him — not when the main king still breathes.
This is a threesome story
~This tale belongs to lovers of villains, to the dark-souled, and to those who find beauty in brutality.
Written for those who walk with villains, whose souls live in darkness, and whose desires taste of violence.
A story crafted for the wicked-minded, the dark-souled, and those who are drawn to blood-stained destinies. ~
Seoul was not a city anymore — it was a kingdom of shadows.
Every alley whispered his name.
Every gun answered his command.
Kim Taehyung had built this world from blood and broken loyalty, stacking bodies into something that looked like an empire. People called him the owner — because everything that breathed in this dark city belonged to him.
Somewhere beyond the neon-lit hell he ruled, a truth waited in silence.
Jeon Jungkook.
The heir no one spoke of.
The king whose crown had been stolen before he was old enough to bleed for it.
Taehyung didn’t know it yet, but the world he built was never truly his. It was only being kept warm for the one who would one day return to claim it — not with mercy, but with fire.
And when Jungkook walked back into this broken kingdom, it wouldn’t just be a war for power.
It would be a war for hearts, for souls…
and for the man who sat on a throne that was never meant to be his.
In a city ruled by sin and loyalty, love would be the deadliest crime of all. 🖤
Chapter 1
Sinful Scribe ~눈‸눈
“My world is not for the innocent. Step in only if you’re ready to bleed.”
Sinful Scribe ~눈‸눈
This update belongs only to Sunday and Wednesday. A long chapter, drenched in shadows—1k to 2k words of pure darkness.”
“In the empire’s basement—the place where traitors disappear and blood becomes the price of betrayal.”
“Below the Kim empire lies me, a smoke-filled hell where whispers die and enemies don’t leave alive.”
An Enigma lay chained to the floor—tight, unbreakable links biting into his skin. Yes… he was an elite Enigma.
They had him on the ground in chains. An Enigma. Not just any… an elite one.
"Blood oozed from his body, leaving him weak and trembling. His flesh was riddled with wounds, his lips dry and cracked, his frame hollow, as if he hadn't eaten or slept-for days."
👆 this asthetic that describes the scene ~
A few minutes later, the guards at the door began to murmur.
“He’s here… the boss is back.”
Their voices dropped to whispers, thick with fear.
Knuckles tightened on their guns.
Even the air seemed to hold its breath —
because when the king of the underworld walked in,
nobody dared to look him in the eye. 🖤
The door cracked open, hinges whining like rusted teeth in the dead silence of the basement.
Nothing moved—except the slow, deliberate echo of footsteps.
Each step cuts through the quiet, heavy as a warning.
... someone...
**He knelt beside the fallen figure, that twisted grin crawling across his face**
... someone...
* traces his fingers over the Enigma's jaws *
... someone...
Hahaha… look at him,” he hissed, eyes dark and sharp. “The great, elite enigma… lying here… lifeless. Hahaha…” 😈
His voice is cold , deep and venomous . His laugh slithered through the room, cold and sharp
someone 2
I’m here… because of my brother, Kim Taehyung.”
Kim taehyung (E)
He leaned in, voice low and deadly.
“Breathe carefully,” he said. “You don’t get many chances.”
.. Voice down ❄️...
*squeezing his throat *
Jeon Justin (EE)
I met his stare without flinching.
“I don’t need chances,” I said. “I make them.”
Kim taehyung (E)
He tilted his head, studying him . “You’re either brave,” he said softly, “or you don’t understand who is standing in front of you .”
Jeon Justin (EE)
“You think fear decides who lives?” I asked. “No. Will does.”
Kim taehyung (E)
His lips curved slightly. “Then let’s see how strong yours really is.”
Jeon Justin (EE)
Strong enough to walk into hell of Kim Taehyung,” I replied.
“Try me.”
Kim taehyung (E)
AAaghh… guards!” I shouted, my voice slicing through the tension like a blade. ❄️👿
The shadows erupted—hands grabbed weapons, eyes darted.
💭 Every step, every motion, was calculated. The room wasn’t just mine… it would be mine.
🫴
The guards rushed in, weapons raised, their boots thundering across the floor.
In seconds, the room exploded into chaos—shouts, shadows, bodies moving fast.
He was swallowed by them, no longer in control.
Hours later, when the chaos had finally died down, he was left alone.
The room smelled of sweat and blood, the dim light catching every bruise and wound.
He moved stiffly, each step a reminder of the beating he had endured, pain etched into every line of his body.
But even like this—broken, battered—there was something in his eyes that refused to fade.
A silent warning: he was down… but he was far from defeated.
JEON JUSTIN isn’t the kind of man to accept defeat.
Even battered, even bruised, he could feel the fire inside him—cold, sharp, and unyielding.
He knew how to fight back. He knew how to harness his power… to turn every ounce of pain into strength.
And anyone who thought this was the end had another thing coming.
Jeon Justin (EE)
*laying on the floor lifeless with a bleeding body *
“Beyond the iron borders of the Kim Empire…”
“He lay sprawled across the couch like a forbidden dream—an omega carved from softness and sin. Messy curls kissed his forehead, and those small, pink, pouty lips held a quiet promise that could ruin even the coldest heart.”
Kim taehyung (E)
“With silent, predatory steps, he approached the sleeping omega.”
Kim taehyung (E)
“His touch was gentle, yet charged with something dark as his fingers moved over his skin and into his curls, lingering as though he was afraid to let go.”
Kim taehyung (E)
“Wake up, Kookie… you don’t belong to dreams right now.
The omega moved slightly, curling into himself like he was drawn toward that touch.”
Kim taehyung (E)
So innocent… so unbearably adorable,” he whispered. “Stay like this, always. Don’t ever make me cross the line between what I am to you and what I feel.”
Kim taehyung (E)
Wakey, wakey, bub,” he whispered, a faint smile hiding something dangerous beneath.
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
Um um.. Mngh .
“‘Mm…’ a soft sound slipped from him as he slowly opened his eyes, lashes fluttering like he was waking from a fragile dream.”
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
“A flicker of terror crossed his face, and he drew back slightly, trembling under that dark gaze.”
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
“M-Master,’
he stammered, breath hitching while his trembling lips struggled to form the sound.”
Kim taehyung (E)
“A slow, cruel smile spread across his face, promising trouble.”
Kim taehyung (E)
“Get up—now,”
the command cut through the air. ❄️
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
“He scrambled up, heart pounding under that dark gaze.”
Kim taehyung (E)
So… you thought you could slip out without me knowing?❄️
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
W . Wh . Are you . Saying .
* looking away *
Kim taehyung (E)
You thought you could leave without me noticing?
Kim taehyung (E)
His voice was low, almost a growl, a dangerous edge threading every word.
*“I mean exactly what I said,”
he murmured, lips curling into that cruel smirk, eyes locking onto him like a predator.
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
I. I.. D didn't .
Kim taehyung (E)
Don’t test me,”❄️❄️❄️
he said quietly, and somehow that was more terrifying than a shout.
Kim taehyung (E)
“You forget who you belong to,” he said quietly, and that was worse than any blow.
His hand rose toward his throat —then stopped, trembling with restrained fury.
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
His eyes burned as tears began to spill, betraying the fear he couldn’t hide.”
Kim taehyung (E)
His hand snapped up, and the omega recoiled, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for a blow that came hardly on his soft face.
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
Aagh ..
Kim taehyung (E)
Stop those tears,” he said coldly, clicking his tongue.
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
He sniffled softly, tiny hands brushing at his cheeks, trying to wipe away the tears that refused to stay hidden.
Kim taehyung (E)
“Don’t you dare try to leave this house again without my permission,” he said coldly. “You already know there would be consequences. I’m letting this go because I’m in a good mood… but don’t mistake that for mercy.”
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
“Y‑yes… I understand,” the omega whispered, voice still shaky. He lowered his eyes, small hands curling into the fabric of his clothes as he nodded in silent obedience, trying to keep his tears from falling again.
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2. Introduction
Kim taehyung (E)
Kim Taehyung.
Age twenty-eight. A name that doesn’t get spoken — it gets feared.
He is the Underworld Mafia King and the richest entrepreneur alive, a man who built his empire with his own blood, strategy, and merciless ambition. No inheritance. No mercy. Every throne he sits on was taken, not given.
In the legal world, he owns corporations, skyscrapers, and markets. In the shadow world, he owns people, streets, and destinies. Governments negotiate with him. Enemies disappear because of him.
Cold eyes, unreadable smile, a mind sharper than any blade — Kim Taehyung doesn’t rule with noise.
He rules with silence, where even a single command can end a life.
In his world, loyalty is currency, betrayal is death, and Power…
power is the only law
Jeon Justin (EE)
Jeon Justin.
Age thirty. A name once whispered like a legend… now spoken behind locked doors.
He is an Elite Enigma, the most powerful being alive — a man who once ruled fear itself. Entire syndicates bowed to him, governments erased his existence from records, And even death hesitated to touch him.
A Mafia King.
A ruthless businessman.
A force no one could control.
…until Kim Taehyung captured him.
Now, bound by reasons only the two of them know, Justin stands inside Taehyung’s empire — powerful, dangerous, and restrained by something far deeper than chains. His eyes still carry storms, his presence still bends the air, but his freedom belongs to another.
He is not weak.
He is not broken.
He is a king in a cage…
and the world holds its breath for the day he decides to break it.
Jeon Jungkook (O) (in little space)
Jeon Jungkook.
Age twenty-eight.
Once the crown prince of the underworld… now a captive king without a throne.
He is the step-brother of Jeon Justin, born into power and raised in blood. A spoiled, sharp-tongued brat on the surface — but underneath, a brilliant strategist and a lethal fighter. Jungkook was never weak. He was a storm wrapped in silk, feared across the criminal world long before he ever learned what losing felt like.
Until Kim Taehyung trapped him.
Through a carefully laid psychological and chemical trap, Taehyung keeps Jungkook in a controlled mental state — one that makes him obedient, fogged, and dangerously dependent. Inside that haze, Jungkook becomes quiet, pliable, almost like a puppet in Taehyung’s hands. It is not magic. It is chemistry, manipulation, and brutal intelligence.
But when the fog lifts…
The real Jungkook returns.
Fierce.
Defiant.
Explosive.
Outside Taehyung’s control, he is a fire-born omega — wild, furious, and desperate to reclaim the power that was stolen from him. He hates the weakness the drugs force on him. He hates the cage. And most of all, he hates that Taehyung knows exactly how to break him… and how to keep him alive.
A fallen mafia prince.
A captive king.
And the most dangerous weapon Taehyung has ever owned.
Jeon Jungkook ( out of little space)
When the fog breaks and Kim Taehyung’s control slips,
Jeon Jungkook becomes something else entirely.
Not soft.
Not obedient.
Not broken.
He is a ruthless, cruel, fearless mafia prince — a predator in silk and blood. The kind of man who smiles while destroying empires. His presence alone is enough to make hardened killers lower their eyes. He doesn’t beg. He doesn’t hesitate. He takes.
This is the side they call “Savage Mommy.”
Cold, calculating, and terrifyingly dominant.
He protects what he claims with claws and fire. Anyone who touches what’s his dies slowly. His loyalty is deadly, his rage catastrophic. When Jungkook commands, people obey — not because they’re told to… but because they’re afraid not to.
He was born to rule.
Raised to conquer.
And even in a cage, the crown still fits his head.
Taehyung may hold his body.
But this side of Jungkook?
It was never owned.
A Worldwide MODEL .
Sinful Scribe ~눈‸눈
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