The Mafia Boss is a Little?**
**Part 1: Episode 1 - Shadows in the City**
The city skyline glittered like a jagged crown against the midnight sky, its towering buildings casting long, ominous shadows over the streets below. Neon lights flickered, their glow barely reaching the alleyways where deals were made and secrets were buried. Seoul was a city of duality—beauty on the surface, but a labyrinth of danger beneath. And in the heart of it all stood Jeon Jungkook, the youngest and most feared mafia boss the underworld had ever seen.
At only 23, Jungkook had built an empire from the ashes of his father's legacy. The Jeon family had always been a name whispered in fear, but under Jungkook's reign, it became a name that could silence a room. Clad in a black leather trench coat, a crimson tie slicing through the stark white of his shirt, he exuded power. His sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and the faint scar running across his left cheek only added to his intimidating aura. In his right hand, he held a sleek black pistol, a constant reminder of the violence that had shaped his life.
But tonight, something felt… off.
Jungkook stood on the rooftop of his penthouse, the city sprawling beneath him like a chessboard. His men were stationed at every corner, their loyalty unquestionable. Yet, a strange unease gnawed at him. He'd received a cryptic message earlier that day, slipped into his office in a blood-red envelope: *"The king may rule, but even kings have secrets. What's yours, little one?"*
The words echoed in his mind, each one a dagger twisting deeper. *Little one.* No one dared to speak to him like that. No one would even dream of it. So who had the audacity to taunt him? And more importantly, what did they know?
"Boss," a deep voice interrupted his thoughts. Jungkook turned to see Taehyung, his right-hand man and closest confidant, stepping onto the rooftop. Taehyung's silver hair glinted under the moonlight, his sharp features softened by the concern in his eyes. "We've got intel on the shipment. The deal's set for tomorrow night at the docks, but—"
"But what?" Jungkook's voice was cold, cutting through the air like a blade.
Taehyung hesitated, a rare occurrence for someone as fearless as him. "There's a rumor going around. The Black Serpents… they're planning something. They know you'll be there."
The Black Serpents. A rival gang that had been a thorn in Jungkook's side for months. They were bold, but not bold enough to challenge him directly. At least, not until now. Jungkook's grip on his pistol tightened, his knuckles whitening. "Let them come," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll bury them."
Taehyung nodded, but the worry in his eyes didn't fade. "There's something else," he added, his tone softer now, almost cautious. "That message you got… we traced it. It came from someone inside our circle."
Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, though his expression remained unreadable. A traitor? In his own ranks? The thought was almost laughable. His men were loyal to a fault, bound by blood and fear. But Taehyung wouldn't bring this up without evidence.
"Who?" Jungkook demanded, his voice a growl.
"We don't know yet," Taehyung admitted. "But we'll find them. I promise."
Jungkook turned back to the city, his mind racing. A traitor, a rival gang, and that damned message. *Little one.* The phrase felt like a key to a locked door in his mind, one he'd buried deep long ago. A memory he refused to acknowledge.
"Keep digging," he ordered, his tone final. "And double the security for tomorrow. I want eyes on every corner of the docks."
Taehyung bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect, before retreating into the shadows. Jungkook was alone again, the weight of his empire pressing down on him. He closed his eyes, letting the cool night air wash over him. For a moment, he allowed himself to feel the exhaustion that he'd been ignoring for years. The weight of being the untouchable Jeon Jungkook. The weight of being a king in a world that only knew how to take.
And then, unbidden, a memory surfaced—a memory he'd fought so hard to forget. A small boy, no older than five, clutching a stuffed bunny as he hid in a closet, listening to the sound of gunfire outside. His father's voice, harsh and commanding, barking orders to his men. His mother's screams. And then… silence. That boy had been Jungkook, a child forced to grow up too fast, to become a monster to survive.
But there was another part of that memory, one he'd buried even deeper. The part where, after the chaos, he'd curled up with that same bunny, whispering to it as if it could protect him. The part where he'd felt… small. Vulnerable. *Little.*
Jungkook's eyes snapped open, his breath hitching. He shoved the memory back down, locking it away where it belonged. He was Jeon Jungkook, the mafia king. He didn't have weaknesses. He didn't have secrets.
But as he stared out at the city, the message burned in his mind. *What's yours, little one?*
Whoever had sent it knew something about him—something no one else did. And Jungkook would find them, no matter the cost. Because in his world, secrets were more dangerous than bullets.
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**To Be Continued…**
**Author's Note:** Hey, lovelies! Welcome to the first episode of *The Mafia Boss is a Little?* What do you think of Jungkook's story so far? Who do you think sent that mysterious message? And what's this secret he's hiding? Drop your thoughts in the comments—I'd love to hear from you! Don't forget to vote if you enjoyed this, and stay tuned for Episode 2! 💜💜