Episode 1-“The Price of a Father’s Debt

🌹 Character Introductions

Kim Namjoon (Age: 31)

A feared mafia king who controls the city’s underworld. Intelligent, ruthless, and commanding, Namjoon built his empire through blood and betrayal. He believes that trust and mercy are weaknesses — and debt is a chain that only he can break. Behind his calm expression hides a man who lost his innocence long ago.

Min Yoongi (Age: 29)

Namjoon’s money tracker and strategist. Silent, cold, and efficient. If someone owes Namjoon even a single won, Yoongi knows where they live, who they love, and what they fear.

Kim Seokjin (Age: 30)

Namjoon’s loyal right-hand man. Elegant but deadly. He’s the one who speaks softly when Namjoon doesn’t need to. But when Namjoon gives an order, Jin’s hands never hesitate.

Kim Jungwoo (Age: 26)

A desperate small businessman. He borrowed money from Namjoon to save his failing restaurant. A kind soul destroyed by bad luck. Behind his warm eyes is a man drowning in regret — and tonight, he’ll pay a price he never imagined.

Baby Kim Tae (Age: 1 Month)

Tiny, fragile, and innocent. He doesn’t understand fear or cruelty — only warmth and soft sounds. Yet tonight, fate places him in the arms of a devil.

The moon was hidden behind heavy clouds. Rain dripped down from rooftops as thunder echoed across Seoul’s sleeping streets.

Inside a dark office on the 25th floor of a glass tower, Kim Namjoon sat behind his desk, his face half-lit by the glow of a single lamp. A faint trail of cigar smoke curled upward as he reviewed the night’s files — names, numbers, and debts.

He spoke without looking up.

“Who’s next?”

Yoongi stepped forward, placing a black folder on the desk.

“Kim Jungwoo. Borrowed fifty million won six months ago. Payment deadline expired two weeks back.”

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed. “He ignored the warnings?”

“All of them. He claims business collapsed after his wife’s death.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightened slightly. “And now he expects pity.”

He closed the folder slowly. “Pity doesn’t pay interest.”

He rose from his seat, fixing his black suit cuffs.

“Get the car ready. Tonight, we collect.”

🌧️ At the Other End of the City…

The old apartment smelled faintly of milk and tears.

Kim Jungwoo sat by the small crib, gently rocking his 1-month-old son, Tae, in his arms. The baby’s soft coos filled the silence.

Jungwoo whispered, voice trembling,

“Don’t cry, my little Tae. Daddy’s here… Daddy will fix everything.”

But his hands shook.

Bills lay scattered across the table — unpaid rent, unpaid loans, and a letter stamped with red ink: FINAL WARNING – FROM KIM NAMJOON

Thunder cracked outside. Jungwoo’s heart thudded painfully in his chest.

“He won’t come here… he wouldn’t come for me, right?”

But deep down, he knew the truth.

When Namjoon wanted something, he came personally.

The sound came softly at first — footsteps in the hallway. Then, the knock.

Three times. Slow. Controlled.

Jungwoo froze.

The door opened without permission.

Rainlight spilled into the room, and through it stepped Kim Namjoon — tall, composed, his eyes like a knife cutting through silence. Behind him stood Seokjin and Yoongi, their black coats glistening with rain.

Namjoon’s voice was calm.

“Kim Jungwoo.”

Jungwoo stood quickly, clutching the baby closer. “M-Mr. Kim—please, I just need more time! Business is—”

Namjoon interrupted, tone icy.

“Time ran out two weeks ago.”

He walked closer, scanning the small apartment with quiet disgust — cracked walls, broken furniture, and a crying baby in the corner.

“This,” he said softly, “is where my fifty million went?”

Jungwoo’s knees shook.

“I didn’t mean to… I swear, I’ll pay you! I’ll do anything—”

Namjoon looked at the crib.

His gaze softened — for only a second — as he saw the small child’s tiny fingers curling in sleep. Then, the ice returned to his tone.

“Anything?”

Jungwoo nodded desperately. “Yes, sir. Anything. Please don’t hurt my baby.”

Namjoon’s smirk was slow, dangerous.

“I don’t kill children, Mr. Park. But every man pays in what he values most.”

He turned slightly to Yoongi.

“No money. No property. No assets.”

Yoongi’s answer was flat. “He’s empty, boss.”

Namjoon’s eyes returned to the crying child.

“Then I’ll take what he can’t replace.”

Jungwoo’s voice cracked.

“No… please… not him! He’s all I have!”

Namjoon stepped closer, his shadow falling over the crib.

“Then maybe next time, you’ll remember who you borrowed from.”

He nodded once to Seokjin.

In a single motion, Seokjin lifted the baby — soft cries breaking through the storm.

Jungwoo screamed, falling to his knees.

“Namjoon! I’ll get the money! I’ll die working, just don’t—”

Namjoon turned away, expression unreadable.

“Debts are paid, Mr. Kim.”

The door shut behind him, cutting off the sound of rain.

🌑 Back at Namjoon’s Mansion

Lightning flashed across the marble floors of Namjoon’s private hall.

He stood near the window, staring out at the storm, while Seokjin gently rocked the small bundle in his arms.

“Boss,” Seokjin said quietly, “what will you do with him?”

Namjoon didn’t answer immediately. His voice came cold, distant.

“Keep him here. His father won’t last long anyway. Let’s see if he earns him back.”

Seokjin frowned slightly. “He’s just a month old. He won’t stop crying unless—”

Namjoon turned, his sharp gaze silencing him.

“Then teach him silence.”

But when Seokjin left, taking the child to another room, the sound of the baby’s soft crying echoed faintly through the mansion.

For hours, Namjoon sat alone in his office.

He tried to work — reviewing reports, counting payments — but the crying wouldn’t stop echoing in his mind.

He poured himself a drink, muttering to himself,

“I don’t do weakness.”

But somehow, when he walked past the nursery that night, he stopped.

The baby was still crying, tiny fists waving in the air.

Namjoon’s jaw clenched. He stepped closer, staring down at the small, red-faced bundle.

“You’re noisy,” he whispered.

The baby blinked up at him — tears glistening on soft cheeks — and for a strange moment, Namjoon couldn’t move.

Something deep, long-buried, twisted inside him.

Slowly, almost unwillingly, he reached down and picked the baby up.

Tae’s crying softened immediately — his small fingers grabbing onto Namjoon’s shirt.

Namjoon froze.

The tiny warmth against his chest — the small heartbeat — it felt… alive.

He sighed sharply, whispering under his breath,

“You don’t know what kind of devil you’ve ended up with, do you?”

The baby’s only answer was a soft coo, his eyes closing in peace.

Namjoon looked at him for a long moment, then turned away.

“Fine,” he muttered. “Stay quiet… and live.”

🌹 Meanwhile…

Back in his apartment, Kim Jungwoo sat alone on the floor, surrounded by silence.

The crib was empty. The room felt dead.

He buried his face in his hands.

> “I’ll get you back, my son,” he whispered hoarsely. “Even if I have to walk into hell.”

🌑 To Be Continued...

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***