“ The heart is deceived and the deceiver is in the heart “

A/n’s POV

At Taehyung Villa 

Namjoon walked into the house, his face blank, but his mind was a mess. He kept thinking about the conversation he had with Lucifer, playing it over and over. Each word was like a shock, leaving him confused and in disbelief. 

He never thought something like this could be true, something so well hidden that even he was left speechless. He didn't know how to tell Taehyung. The truth was too much.

How could he tell Taehyung? How could he make him face something so painful that it might destroy him? Namjoon clenched his fists, frustration and worry building up inside him like a storm.

“Namjoon-hyung!” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He blinked and saw Taehyung standing there, looking at him with a curious expression.

“Y-Yes, Tae?” Namjoon stammered, still lost in his mind. His heart beat faster, and he was struggling to stay calm.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. Something was off. “You went to Mr. Lucifer, right? What did he say?” Taehyung asked, his voice sharp and demanding.

Namjoon felt his throat tighten. He couldn’t tell Taehyung everything, not now. His brain raced. “Uh, yes… he mentioned a party,” Namjoon said quickly. “It’s for his wife’s 50th birthday. He said you’re invited.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, not convinced. “A party? That’s it?” he asked, clearly sensing something was wrong. “Fine, you go for me.”

Namjoon froze. Taehyung *had* to go to that party. It wasn’t just about a birthday. It was about the truth, a truth Namjoon couldn’t tell him. Taehyung needed to see it himself. The thought of Taehyung learning the truth scared Namjoon, but he couldn’t let him avoid it.

“No, Taehyung,” Namjoon said firmly, his voice colder than usual. “ You need to go.”

Taehyung stopped, turning to look at Namjoon, confused. He wasn’t used to hearing that tone from him. Something was definitely wrong.

“What do you mean?” Taehyung asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Namjoon stared at him, his jaw tight. He couldn’t say more. Not yet. “You’ll understand when you’re there,” he said quietly, but his words carried a sense of dread.

Without another word, Namjoon turned and walked away, leaving Taehyung standing there, confused and suspicious. Taehyung watched him go, his mind filling with questions. Why was Namjoon acting so strange? What was really going on at that party?

As the silence settled over the villa, Taehyung felt uneasy for the first time in a long while. Something big was coming, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it.

At Y/n’s Place 

The house was eerily silent, the tension in the air almost suffocating. IU stood sternly in front of the three mischievous children, gripping a stick in her hand, her eyes blazing with fury. Behind her, Y/N stood with her arms folded, her expression cold and disappointed. The children—Sen, Jiho, and Jiwon—sat on the sofa, fidgeting nervously, avoiding their mothers’ gaze.

"Didn’t I already tell you three to come home directly after school?" IU’s voice was strict and filled with frustration, making the kids flinch. The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. 

IU's sharp gaze landed on Jiho, who normally couldn't stop talking. "Well, Jiho? Say something! Why are you quiet now?" she demanded, her voice laced with warning.

Jiho swallowed hard, his eyes darting to Sen for help. " I Won't Repeat Myself!" IU's voice grew louder, making the air in the room grow colder.

"N-Nonna t-took us!" Jiho stammered, finally managing to get the words out, looking desperately at Sen.

"M-me?!" Sen squeaked, now panicked, her heart racing. IU’s eyebrow rose sharply as she focused on Sen.

"A-Aunty, I..." Sen began, but stumbled over her words, her mind racing for an excuse.

"You what, Sen?" Y/N cut in coldly, her tone unforgiving. The weight of her mother’s disappointment made Sen gulp.

"I-I was helping an uncle! Yes, Mumma, an uncle. He was really hurt, so I had to help him!" Sen blurted out, a hasty lie tumbling from her lips. Jiho and Jiwon quickly nodded in agreement, backing up her story.

"Yeah, yeah! She even got hurt while protecting him!" Jiwon pointed to Sen’s hand, which was wrapped in a piece of cloth.

The anger in both IU and Y/N’s eyes softened as concern began to take over. IU placed the stick down gently, her hard expression melting away. Y/N immediately knelt beside Sen, her hands gently inspecting the makeshift bandage.

"Sen, are you okay?" Y/N asked softly, her voice now filled with worry.

Sen nodded, her lips forming a pout. "Is it still hurting?" IU asked as she caressed Sen’s cheek tenderly.

"No, not anymore. Mr. Handsome treated me!" Sen replied, her face lighting up as she thought about Taehyung. Y/N and IU exchanged a suspicious glance.

"Who?" Y/N’s voice was sharp again, though the concern lingered.

"Mom! He was so handsome and nice! He treated my wound and even gave me this dress!" Sen exclaimed, twirling in her new, clearly expensive outfit.

"And we ate so much food!" Jiwon added excitedly.

"And it was super tasty!" Jiho chimed in, his eyes shining with the memory.

Before Y/N could ask any more questions, the front door swung open with a loud bang, startling everyone. Yoongi stood in the doorway, panting, his face wet with tears. The sight of the children made his heart lurch, and in an instant, he ran over to them, scooping all three up into his arms.

"You three... you scare me to death!" Yoongi’s voice cracked, more tears falling as he hugged them tightly, refusing to let go. His fear from earlier was still fresh, the thought of losing them had shaken him to the core.

Sen, ever the bold one, wiped his tears with her small hands and kissed his cheek. "Will you still love me if I have brain cancer?" she asked, completely out of the blue, her little face serious.

Yoongi sniffled, his nose red from crying. "You need a brain for that" he deadpanned, causing everyone to burst into laughter, the tension in the room finally breaking. Sen pouted, realizing her attempt at drama had failed.

Later that evening

As the house quieted down, Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. His eyes were closed, his emotions still raw from the day’s events. 

IU walked into the room silently and, seeing him sitting there, her heart softened. She crossed the room and gently sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Yoongi opened his eyes, surprised by her sudden affection, but he smiled, pulling her closer. He rested his head on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her embrace.

"You looked so worried earlier," IU said softly, her fingers running through his hair in a soothing manner.

Yoongi hummed in response, his gaze drifting to a framed photo on the nightstand. It was a picture of him holding Sen as a newborn, And as a kid.

A fond smile tugged at his lips before he turned his attention back to IU.

"I promised Y/N I would protect Sen, no matter what. She’s Y/N’s happiness, her reason for breathing. I can’t... I can’t lose my sister, IU." His voice was quiet, but the weight of his words was heavy, filled with fear and love.

IU sighed softly, her heart aching for her husband and Y/N. She nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "We’ll protect all of them. We won’t let anything happen to them," she whispered, her promise soft but firm.

Yoongi closed his eyes again, feeling a sense of peace wash over him as he held IU close, grateful for the quiet moment. 

Together, they stayed there in the silence, comforted by each other’s presence, knowing they were united in their love and protection for their family.

Next day, Evening

The grand mansion of Mr. Lucifer was nothing short of a masterpiece, showcasing power and wealth in every detail. The crystal chandeliers hung low, casting a warm golden glow across the vast ballroom. 

Rare flowers filled golden vases along the hallways, while rich silk drapes adorned the walls. Everything screamed luxury, fitting for the Canadian mafia king’s stature. 

Tonight, the elite of the underground world—mafia bosses, business tycoons, and power players—had gathered for a grand celebration: Mr. Lucifer’s wife’s 50th birthday.

Lucifer, standing tall at the foot of the grand staircase, greeted guests as they arrived. His wife, elegant and poised in a stunning gown, smiled gracefully, receiving compliments from every corner of the room. Together, they appeared invincible—untouchable in their world of power and influence. 

Guests approached them with respect, either shaking hands with Lucifer or bowing their heads, fully aware of his dominance in both legitimate and illegal realms.

Across the room, however, another figure drew almost as much attention: Carolin.

She wasn’t shy about the lustful glances thrown her way. 

Dressed in a dangerously tight, revealing dress that shows every curve, she moved with confidence, aware of how every man in the room was watching her. 

Their hungry stares followed her, full of desire and admiration. And unlike most women, Carolin enjoyed it. She thrived on the attention, wearing their lust like a badge of power. 

But tonight, something was different. The attention of these men no longer satisfied her. She had dressed up for someone else. She wanted only one person to notice her, and no matter how much admiration she garnered from the crowd, it didn’t matter unless *he* acknowledged her. 

Her eyes scanned the room anxiously, waiting for him to arrive. She barely heard the whispers around her, the women gossiping about her and the men discussing her as if she were a prize to be won. 

Carolin smirked, knowing well how much power she held over them. But tonight, none of that mattered.

And then, the doors opened.

A wave of silence swept all over. The bustling crowd stilled as everyone turned toward the entrance. In walked, the mafia king,

exuding an aura of dominance and danger. 

Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark eyes surveyed the room with an icy, calculating gaze. Behind him was Namjoon,

his trusted right-hand man, who scanned the room for any threats. 

The energy in the room shifted the moment Taehyung entered. He moved like a predator, each step confident, as if the entire world bent to his will. 

He was untouchable—feared and respected by all. Conversations halted as people stood, eyes wide, watching him. 

Carolin felt her pulse quicken. *There he is*. Her body tensed with anticipation, but she maintained her composure. She had been waiting for this moment all night. While every man in the room lusted after her, she wanted only him.

Whispers spread through the crowd.

“That’s *him*.”

“V… the mafia king. No one dares cross him.”

“He controls everything.”

Taehyung paid no attention to the whispers or the curious stares. His expression was blank, cold, yet terrifyingly captivating. As he walked through the ballroom, people instinctively stepped aside, not wanting to be in his path. He wasn’t just a man—he was a force of nature. 

Carolin’s heart raced as he approached. She straightened, her posture exuding confidence, pulling her dress down a little further to visible her barely covered breast. 

She knew the effect she had on men, and tonight, she was determined that Taehyung would notice her. After all, she had dressed for him and only him.

Lucifer, seeing Taehyung approach, quickly made his way to greet the mafia king. To the shock of the crowd, Lucifer—the feared leader of the Canadian mafia—bowed deeply before Taehyung. The sight sent ripples of surprise through the guests.

“Is Lucifer really bowing to *him*?”

“That man… he must be more dangerous than anyone here.”

“Ofcourse, he is the king!!”

Taehyung gave a small nod in acknowledgment, his eyes scanning the room,

every glance sharp as a blade. People avoided his gaze, flinching in fear of meeting his eyes. 

Lucifer stood upright, proud to announce to everyone, “On this special occasion, I am honored to have the most powerful man among us—*Mr. V*, the king of the mafia world—join us tonight!”

A wave of gasps and murmurs followed, and without hesitation, the crowd bowed in respect toward Taehyung. The air grew thick with tension, everyone mindful of their every move, afraid to make the slightest mistake in his presence.

Carolin's gaze stayed locked on him, ignoring the whispers of the crowd. She bit her lip slightly, her eyes darkening with desire. *Finally*, she thought. 

She knew the women in the room were ogling him, just like the men had been ogling her all night. But unlike them, she wasn’t going to stand by passively. She wanted him, and she always got what she wanted.

Some nearby women whispered as they looked at Taehyung, unable to hide their admiration.

“How is he this handsome? He looks like a god.”

“I wouldn’t mind having that man under me,” one woman whispered, giggling softly.

Carolin smirked at their foolishness. *As if*. She was the one who had his attention, and soon, the entire room would know it. She made her way toward Taehyung, her eyes never leaving him, determined to be the only woman he noticed tonight.

Carolin moved confidently, each step radiating pride as her hips swayed with purpose. 

She was fully aware of the stares she was attracting, the envious glares of the women and the lustful gazes of the men who had been eyefucking her all night. But none of them mattered. She had dressed for only one man tonight—V.

As she neared him, her heart raced, but she kept her composure. She could feel the weight of his cold, dark gaze as his eyes roamed over her barely-covered body, taking in every curve she had so meticulously revealed. 

Her skin prickled under his intense, silent observation, but instead of moving away, she felt a surge of pride. He’s looking. That was all that mattered.

With a sultry smile playing on her lips, Carolin stepped even closer, her voice a low, shameless purr. “You liked it, daddy?” She breathed, her words dripping with seduction, knowing full well that everyone around them was watching. 

Their gasps and murmurs only fueled her confidence further. She leaned into him slightly, her breast brushing against his chest. 

Every woman in the room froze, their jealousy visible, while the men who had been hungrily eyeing her earlier now burned with jealousy, fists clenching at the sight of her so close to the mafia king.

But Taehyung’s expression remained as cold and unreadable as ever. His icy gaze locked onto hers for just a moment before he looked away, as if dismissing her entirely. 

With no hesitation, he raised his hand, catching her arm  just as she reached him for a kiss. His grip was firm, sending a clear message—he was in control, and she was far from it.

Carolin’s smirk widened. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she savored the moment, mistaking his restraint for interest. “Don’t look at me like that, daddy,” she teased, her voice even more daring, “I’m already wet down there just looking at you being this hot.”

But Taehyung’s icy stare never softened. Without even acknowledging her further, he let go of her wrist with an almost dismissive indifference, turning to Namjoon with a calm, detached voice. 

"I'm going to the restroom," he said simply. Namjoon, ever the silent observer, nodded and gestured toward the hallway, following Taehyung as he left Carolin standing there, her ego bruised but her resolve unshaken.

As he disappeared into the crowd, Carolin’s confidence didn’t falter for long. She licked her lips, watching him go, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Let’s see how long you can resist me, daddy," she whispered to herself, already plotting her next move. 

She wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot.The women in the room could hardly believe what they had just seen—the audacity of Carolin and the chilling indifference of Taehyung. 

Meanwhile, the men stared after her, still seething with jealousy but knowing none of them could ever hope to compete with the mafia king.
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As the lively party continued, the warm atmosphere only grew more inviting when Lucy, Mr. Lucifer’s elegant wife, noticed a familiar group entering the room. 

Her eyes lit up with recognition as Yoongi, IU, Y/N, and Jungkook walked in with the kids in tow. A radiant smile spread across Lucy’s face, and with a polite nod, she excused herself from her conversation and gracefully made her way towards them.

“Happy birthday, grandma!” Sen’s excited voice echoed across the room before anyone else could speak.

The young girl’s face lit up with pure joy as she spotted Lucy, her small feet carrying her swiftly across the polished floor. 

Before Lucy could even bend down, Sen was already in her arms, giggling as Lucy lifted her with ease.“My little angel!” Lucy laughed, pressing a warm kiss on Sen’s cheek, her heart swelling with affection. 

The love she held for the children was palpable, and she held Sen tightly, savoring the innocent joy the little girl radiated.

Not far behind, Jiho and Jiwon rushed toward Lucy as well, their faces filled with the same excitement.

They wrapped their arms around her waist, and Lucy giggled, bending down to hug them both, her heart full of joy.

Y/N and IU followed close behind, their faces glowing with warmth. “Happy birthday, Aunty,” Y/N said, her voice full of sincerity and kindness. She stepped forward, hugging Lucy tightly, their bond clear in the way they embraced.

“Happy birthday,” IU echoed, her smile as radiant as the others.

Lucy returned her hug with the same enthusiasm before turning to Jungkook and Yoongi, who stood just behind.

“Look at you two, so grown-up now!” Lucy teased, her playful tone warming the air as she gently caressed both Jungkook’s and Yoongi’s cheeks, offering them the same affection she gave the others.

“Thank you, everyone! I’m so glad you could make it,” Lucy beamed, her eyes twinkling as she looked over the happy group. “Come, enjoy the party! The kids have been looking forward to celebrating with you.”

The children cheered, already eager to dive into the festivities. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and as they dashed off, their laughter filled the room.Yoongi and Jungkook exchanged glances, a soft smile shared between them as they observed the children. 

The party felt brighter with their presence, and the children’s excitement brought an added layer of joy to the gathering. 

Jungkook grabbed y/n’s hand and made their way to one of the elegantly decorated tables, their fingers intertwined as they moved together with ease, completely at ease in each other’s presence. 

The soft glow of the lights reflected in Y/N’s eyes as she glanced up at Jungkook, a smile tugging at her lips. 

Jungkook, with his usual calm demeanor, gave her hand a gentle squeeze, their quiet connection speaking volumes without words.

Meanwhile, Yoongi and IU followed them and found their seats nearby, settling in comfortably. They exchanged knowing looks, both glad to be surrounded by such warmth and laughter. 

As the group settled in, the buzz of the party continued around them—music, chatter, and laughter filling the air. The children, ever curious and full of energy, darted through the crowd, their eyes wide as they scanned the tables filled with food and drinks. 

Sen’s laughter rang out again as she called for Jiho and Jiwon to follow her to a particularly eye-catching dessert table, the trio ready to dive into the treats.
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Whereas Carolin confidently entered the private VIP restroom,

her eyes locking onto Taehyung. He sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, exuding an air of effortless dominance and calm that made her heart race and her knees weaken.

As Taehyung sighed and gestured to Namjoon to leave, Carolin’s smirk widened. She approached him with deliberate, seductive steps, moving behind him and letting her fingers trace teasing paths down his chest.

Leaning in, she whispered in a sultry tone, “You’ve got me all wet, daddy. I need you right now.” 

Without waiting for a response, she slid onto his lap, spreading her legs so that his crotch pressed against her entrance. 

A gasp escaped her as she began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate, her body driven by overwhelming need.

Carolin’s moans grew more frantic as she rode him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Why are you holding back?” she panted, her voice thick with desire. 

“I know you want me too.”She gripped the hem of his pants, fumbling with the buckle. 

“Don’t play games with me,” she said breathlessly. “Let me feel how much you want this. I can’t take it anymore. Just take me, now.”Taehyung remained still, his gaze struck on her as he observed her.
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Spoiler :

So to break you heart🙂.
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