The blindfold was ripped from her eyes.

And suddenly—silence.

Yn stood in the center of a vast room, soaked in shadows and silence so thick it suffocated. The walls were black marble, the floors cold stone. A fireplace flickered dimly in the corner, casting golden light across dark furniture, expensive bottles of aged whiskey, and weapons displayed like art.

And behind a massive desk, like a king on his throne—

Jeon Jungkook.

He didn’t stand.

Didn’t move.

Just sat, one leg crossed over the other, dressed in a black shirt rolled up to his elbows, veins running like rivers over tattooed arms. His jaw was sharp, his eyes sharp and dangerous—studying her like a predator watches an animal not to eat, but to decide if it's worth the kill.

A silence dragged on.

Only the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.

Yn's breathing was steady. Her heart, however, thundered like war drums.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” Jungkook finally spoke, voice low and rich like poisoned velvet. “Walking into my home… masked like a ghost.”

“I heard,” he said, voice like silk laced with steel, “you were looking for me.”

He took another step closer, slowly circling her.

“You tore through half the underworld. Beat answers out of men twice your size. Searched alley rats, drug runners, even the dark web… just to find me.”

He stopped in front of her again.

Their faces just inches apart.

“So… tell me,” he said, voice low, deadly calm.

“What took you here, little hellcat?”

Yn didn't answer. She pulled the mask off, revealing her face.

Scarless.

But broken.

Beautiful.

And cold.

“You already knew I was coming,” she said, voice calm but laced with venom. “Or are your guards that useless?”

His lips twitched—almost a smile, almost a threat.

“I know everything that moves in my world,” he said. “Even mice in gutters.”

He leaned forward slightly.

“So what are you? A mouse? Or something more... annoying?”

“That depends,” she replied, stepping closer, uninvited. “Are you just another name? Or are you the man they whisper about before they die?”

The guards at the door shifted nervously.

No one ever spoke to him like that.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, but his face remained unreadable. Then he stood—slowly, gracefully, like a storm brewing on two legs.

He walked around the desk.

Closer.

Each step echoed like a countdown.

“You don’t know me,” he said, now just a foot away. “You don’t know what I’ve done. What I’m capable of.”

Yn tilted her chin up, fearless.

She leaned forward, voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m here because I need a monster… to kill another monster.”

A beat.

His eyes locked with hers.

No blinking.

No breath.

Just pure, raw war brewing between them.

And then—

He smiled.

Dark.

Deadly.

Intrigued.

Yn’s jaw clenched. Her fists, once bound in cold discipline, loosened.

She met his gaze head-on.

No blinking.

No trembling.

“I want revenge,” she said.

“And you’re the only one with the power to help me take it.”

His eyebrow arched.

He took a slow step toward her.

“A pretty girl like you? And here I thought heartbreak or money brought women to my door.”

She clenched her jaw, but didn’t look away.

"I’m not here to flirt, Mr. Jeon. I’m here for blood.”

He stopped in front of her, tilting his head slightly.

“Alright then,” he said coolly. “Who’s the lucky bastard?”

Her throat tightened. For a moment, she hesitated—not from fear, but from the heaviness of the memory. She inhaled sharply, then spoke.

“I don’t know his name.”

Jungkook frowned. The amusement in his eyes faded just slightly.

“That’s not very helpful.”

“But…” she added, eyes locked on his, “I remember the mark. A black wolf tattoo on his wrist. And a deep, ugly scar—cut clean across his left cheek.”

For a beat, the entire room seemed to hold its breath.

Jungkook’s gaze darkened.

The glass in his hand stopped moving.

The wolf tattoo. The scar.

He knew that mark.

Everyone in the underworld did.

His voice dropped lower. No longer playful.

“You’re talking about the Wolf Syndicate.”

Her silence was confirmation.

His expression changed completely—brows furrowed, jaw locked. His fingers tapped once against the glass.

“You saw his face?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in.

A girl—no, a woman—who walked into his domain, not to beg, not to threaten, but to find the devil who could help her burn something worse.

The Wolf Syndicate.

Ruthless. Vicious.

Even he didn’t tangle with them unless it was necessary.

And now she stood here, daring to ask him to hunt them.

“Do you have any idea what you’re walking into?” he asked slowly, voice like thunder behind glass.

“The Wolf Syndicate isn’t a gang. It’s a goddamn slaughterhouse dressed in silk. They don't just kill. They erase.”

She didn’t back away.

Didn’t blink.

“Then I’ll be the one thing they can’t erase.”

And just like that—he saw it.

The fire.

The storm.

The unshakable hell behind those eyes.

Jungkook exhaled slowly, stepping closer until their faces were only inches apart.

“Alright,…” he murmured.

“Let’s find your monster.”

The room fell still.

Jungkook didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe.

He let her words hang in the silence, dark and heavy, like smoke after a gunshot.

“And what…” he murmured, eyes fixed on hers, voice slow and sharp, “do I get… for helping you?”

Yn didn’t flinch.

Didn’t pause.

Her voice was calm—too calm. A blade with no sheath.

“Whatever you want.”

The edges of his smirk curled like poison ivy.

He stepped closer. Close enough that she could see the faint scar along his collarbone. Close enough that she could smell the whiskey on his breath.

“Dangerous words, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“You sure you know what they mean?”

"I said what I said.”

“You think offering yourself is enough to buy a war?”

“I’m not offering myself,” she snapped, eyes flashing.

“I’m offering my loyalty. My hands. My silence. My life if it means I get to rip that man’s heart out.”

He tilted his head, studying her like something carved from bone and vengeance.

“Even if I use you?” he asked, cold.

“As bait. As a weapon. As a lie?”

“Do it.”

"Even if I send you to hell first?”

"Then I’ll burn it from the inside out.”

A beat of silence.

Then—he laughed.

Low. Dangerous. Like a lion in the dark.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly.

“I’ve seen men beg, scream, bleed for a seat at my table. But you... you walk in here and dare me to ruin you.”

His eyes narrowed.

“You don’t scare easy.”

“I stopped being scared the night my parents died,” she said softly.

That shut him up.

His smirk faded.

He walked past her, slowly, to the desk again. Set down the empty glass. His jaw was clenched now, mind ticking like a loaded gun.

The Wolf Syndicate.

The scarred bastard with the tattoo.

And a girl who looked like a storm wearing skin.

He turned back to her.

“One chance. One deal,” he said.

“You work for me. You do what I say, when I say it. No questions, no hesitation.”

“Done.”

“You get me close to the Wolf. I burn him down.”

“That’s all I want.”

His gaze was steel now.

“This isn’t a fairy tale, lady. You won’t come out of this clean. You might not come out of it at all.”

“Good,” she whispered.

“I don’t want to come out clean. I just want to come out with his blood on my hands.”

Silence.

Thick.

Alive.

And then—he walked up to her, pulled a knife from his belt, and handed it to her, handle first.

She took it without blinking.

"Let's see if you can survive it” he said darkly.

Jungkook leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, eyes pinned on her like a sniper with a target. His voice dropped into a slow, dangerous murmur.

> “What’s your name?”

> “Yn,” she answered calmly.

He repeated it once, like tasting it on his tongue.

> “Yn.”

Then his smile faded.

> “Let me make one thing very clear, Yn…”

He pushed off the desk and walked toward her again, his presence radiating power that could shatter bones.

> “Weak people don't survive in my world. They bleed. They beg. Then they rot.”

He circled her slowly, like a predator testing a new toy.

> “And a fragile little woman like you?”

“You won’t last a week.”

Her jaw tensed. But she didn’t speak.

> “You may carry fire in your eyes,” he murmured by her ear, “but if it’s only for show, it’ll get you killed.”

Still, no response. Just her fists clenched at her sides, her breath steady.

He chuckled under his breath.

> “Nothing to say now, savage girl?”

And then—he did it.

He stepped in front of her again, face inches from hers.

> “Prove me wrong.”

His voice was low, merciless.

> “Prove to me you’re not just a pretty corpse in the making.”

Her eyes slowly met his, dark with fury. Her voice was quiet. Lethal.

> “I. Am. Not. Weak.”

The air between them cracked like lightning.

And Jungkook grinned—dangerous, sharp-edged.

He turned and snapped his fingers toward the door.

"Minho"

A tall, broad man stepped inside. Tattoos down his neck, knuckles bruised, eyes gleaming with violence. He looked like a man who didn’t know mercy.

Jungkook nodded toward Yn without breaking his stare from her.

"Fight her.”

Minho blinked, confused.

“You serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Jungkook said coldly.

“Break her. Let’s see if the lady still wants revenge after tasting real pain.”

Minho grinned darkly and cracked his knuckles.

Yn didn’t move. No fear. Just pure, sharp silence.

She pulled her hoodie off slowly, revealing her lean, trained frame beneath. The scars on her arms told stories Jungkook hadn’t heard yet.

Minho stepped forward.

“You sure about this, girl?” he taunted, circling.

She didn’t answer.

She struck.

Fast. Sharp.

Her fist slammed into his ribs, a precise hit that knocked the breath from his lungs.

Minho growled, grabbing her arm, slamming her against the wall—but she twisted, elbowed his throat, and swept his leg in one clean move.

He hit the floor.

Hard.

Blood at the corner of his mouth.

Jungkook’s eyes didn’t blink.

Yn stood over Kai, chest rising and falling, her lips twisted in something cold. Her voice low and venomous.

"Still think I’m fragile?”

Kai coughed and looked up at Jungkook, dazed.

Jungkook raised a brow, arms still crossed. Then, he exhaled through his nose… amused. Almost impressed.

“Not bad.”

He walked toward her again, slow, deliberate.

“You’re either going to be the death of someone, Yn… or the end of everything.”

He stopped inches from her again.

“Welcome to hell.”

To be continued...The story of revenge started now let's how she will take her revenge? Or will she fail in her mission? On the other side jungkook who just met her how will he treat her? Or make her his another pawn? Do like and comment 💜