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"Ah, Fuck!"

Jungkook groaned as his personal doctor’s recommended medicine was being applied to his bruised chest. The red mark stood out freshly against his toned skin, making it seem as if he had been mauled by a wild beast. He clenched his jaw, suppressing a whimper as the sting of the ointment burned against his already aching flesh.

"Why the fuck is it taking so long? Do it immediately!" he snapped, voice sharp with pain. The maid trembled under his gaze and hurried her hands, desperate to finish before she risked his wrath. Once done, she bowed hastily and scurried out.

Everyone feared him. No one in this empire of blood and power took Jeon Jungkook lightly. They all knew what he was capable of, and so they knew, the mere thought of provoking him was a red zone.

Yet, there was one man who stood unfazed and daring— Kim Taehyung.

There was something different about him, something that sets him apart from the rest which bothered Jungkook more than it should. Despite the countless reasons and chances they had, where they could have killed each other, they hadn’t still pulled the trigger— Not yet. Tied down with a reason that ridiculously hold them back from showing their blood lust for one another, it was a cursed blessing one of them were not dead yet. However that wasn't what makes Jungkook think he was different.

It was Taehyung's brown eyes that glowed like pearls, his love shaped lips that always looked so kissable, or that smirk curving on those kissable lips, that tint blush whenever Jungkook caught him off guard. Everything about Taehyung was so forbidden yet alluring.

He didn’t want to care. He wanted to despise Taehyung, to destroy him, to rip apart the pull between them before it could suffocate him. But every time Taehyung was near, something inside him twisted in ways it shouldn’t.

Lying back on his bed, he found his thoughts slipping to the recent incident— how their gazes locked, where Taehyung stuttered yet smirked, blushed yet held his ground. Jungkook barely noticed the small tug at the corner of his lips. He was smiling and God knows, what was so amusing about getting beaten and humiliated by his damn rival.

However, It wasn't long enough when he realized he was smiling which made him sit up and shake his head aggressively.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he muttered, shaking himself out of it. "This isn’t right. Stop, Jeon Jungkook. Stop!"

Before he could drown further into just another existential crisis because of Kim Taehyung, a knock echoed through the room.

"Come in."

"Sir, someone’s here to meet you."

"Oh I know, I'm coming"

He slipped on his robe and descended the grand staircase. Good thing he can distract his absurd thoughts for now. As he made his way to the living room, he spotted a man sitting on the couch, smiling with his sharp dimples on display after seeing him.

"Hey man! How have you been?"

"I’m fine, Namjoon. You?" he replied flatly, taking a seat beside his trusted partner.

"Exhausted," Namjoon sighed, the smile faltering on his lips.

"What do you want me to do about it? I'm pretty exhausted myself you see" Jungkook scoffed, still in sort of pain from the fresh wound on his chest.

"Oh what happened? What can get our Jeon beast exhausted? Except Ki—" Namjoon teased but Jungkook interrupted by staring dead into his eyes.

"I'll break your jaw, Joon"

Namjoon surrendered playfully, "Exhausted my ass"

"What were you saying though? I'm pretty sure you didn't come all the way here to whine like a bitch. You have your whores for that"

"Yeah right." Namjoon laughed like he cracked a joke. "you remember where we hid our second supply of M4 Carbines?"

Jungkook gave a slow nod.

"The cops almost raided it."

Jungkook’s expression darkened, almost getting on his feet from the anger. "What the fuck? How did those bastards find the location?"

"Relax," Namjoon smirked, holding up a hand to calm him. "We took care of it. Set off a bomb near the hideout, bought ourselves enough time to relocate the goods before they could touch anything."

Jungkook exhaled sharply. He should’ve known Namjoon had it handled.

"But," Namjoon continued, "that’s not the reason I came here."

"Then?" He asked, already losing interest. Namjoon can be chatty sometimes but only with him, he was his most trusted partner after all.

"There’s a party tomorrow night. Hosted by the Souths."

"So?"

"So, you’re invited."

"I’m not going." he yawned, uninterested.

"Dude you can't seriously miss on this. All the important people will be there! Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung—"

"Wait, who?"

"J—"

"What was the last name you said?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Taehyung?"

"I'm coming" Jungkook said as he grinned.

"Of fucking course" Namjoon mumbled under his breath with amusement. Well, Whatever makes his friend come to the party he reckoned.

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The night he had been anticipating finally arrived. Dressed in a fitted black suit; silk hugging his frame just right, Jungkook exuded an aura that was both lethal and seductive. He stepped out of his car and as expected, all eyes snapped to him. Men and women alike stared with their jaws slack, admiration and fear intertwining in their gazes.

Power wasn’t just in his status— it was in the way he carried himself, in the way his presence alone commanded attention. But tonight the attention was heavier for sure— after all, he had dressed very well to impress someone particular.

His eyes flickered around the grand hall, scanning the sea of corrupt souls. Before he could locate his target, an arm wrapped around him tightly.

"Yah! Jungkook, you bastard! You actually showed up?"

"What the fuck, Hoseok? Get off me!" He shoved the older man off, irritation laced in his voice.

Hoseok merely chuckled, taking a sip of his wine before flipping him off by showing his middle finger. "Tch. I was being nice, asshole."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, attention already shifting elsewhere.

"Who are you looking for, JK?" a familiar, raspy voice asked.

"No one in particular, Yoongi."

"By the way," A male similarly short like Yoongi cut in with a smirk, "heard your secretary sold you out?"

Jungkook’s expression darkened. "Who told you that?"

"Oh please, shouldn't you already know?" 

"Shut up, Jimin," Another male interjected. "Let’s just enjoy the damn party."

"Okay leader Jin" Jimin teased earning a hit from the older.

"Yeah, better not ruin our youngest's mood. It took a lot of effort to bring him," Namjoon added with a chuckle, twirling the drink in his grip.

"What effort? Just say you risked your life by mentioning Taehyung's name—" Jimin started, but Seokjin subtly kicked him.

"Don't start a bloodbath here. My hundred-thousand-dollar suit is white, you see."

Jungkook only rolled his eyes at their conversation. He never really understood where they got the idea that Taehyung's name riled him up— because that was never the case. That man didn’t mean jackshit to him, and he definitely wasn't the reason he put so much effort into getting ready and coming to this boring-as-hell party. Nope. Never.

But he also couldn’t ignore the fact that the news of his secretary betraying him was already spreading like wildfire. And from Jimin's teasing, it was clear exactly who had started it.

"That fucking asshole," Jungkook mumbled to himself, clenching his wine glass so tightly he nearly broke it.

Oh, Jungkook was definitely going to teach Taehyung a lesson now.

Everyone at the party was enjoying, some were dancing, some had girls or boys with themselves, some were already in their private rooms for sex and some were just talking about business. But Jungkook was still looking for Taehyung. He didn't ask for the members where was he in the fear of getting the wrong view of himself.

Soon enough, he started feeling bored from just watching and waiting, so he decided to take a walk in case he might find Taehyung somewhere around. He was walking down the corridor when suddenly— he heard sounds, sounds of muffled moans. He wouldn't have given two fucks however, he actually recognized the voice. 

It was Taehyung.

He placed his ear on the door as the sound became clear. It was surely Taehyung. But he wasn't alone. Jungkook heard a girl's loud moans making his ears cringe in disgust. And again, he shouldn't have cared, he should have just walked away but here he was, hearing Taehyung and God knows who's moans.

Clenching his jaw from the annoying moans that invaded his eardrums, he wrapped his hand around the doorknob and noticed it was locked.

He smirked before taking a step back and then,

He kicked the door so hardly that the door broke down and he casually entered the room. His eyes fixed on the naked man who's dick was getting ride by a random girl.

Taehyung's eyes widened in pure shock as he watched how Jungkook causally walked in after breaking the door like it was nothing.

"What the fucking hell? Why you are here breaking the damn door you fucker?!"

"You" Jungkook gestured at the girl who was already shaking seeing the coldest mafia.

"Get the fuck out if you don’t want to lose that tiny little pussy of yours."

She didn’t need to be told twice. Grabbing her clothes, she bolted out of the room like her life depended on it.

Taehyung scowled, running a hand through his messy hair, slowly sitting up against the bed frame, the blanket still covering him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have a death wish?"

Jungkook stepped closer, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

"Babe, This is wrong... You should only fuck with me" he said as he walked closer to Taehyung.

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