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After the news of Sam's missing Jeon cuts the call, a smirk forming over his mouth.

The almost midnight moon shining over their faces when Jungkook dropped Taehyung home, standing there and hugging the younger warmly as the mafia kisses his head.

"Take care" Taehyung hummed in acknowledgment, nuzzling his face in Jungkook's neck and smiles fondly in there.

"If you find anything suspicious, immediately call me, ok?" Taehyung pulls away slightly and nodded his head.

"I will" He pecks his lips sweetly.

"Be careful" Taehyung said lastly before he went inside the house and wave towards Jungkook who smiles with his twinkling eyes, always filled with tenderness for his petal.

Jeon went away after he made sure Taehyung locks the door and was settle inside.

The next time the car stops in front of the headquarters, an average building, the car door swang open by the guard, and Jeon steps out of it, clad in his formal suit, veiny arms showing as the sleeves of the coat were pushed up, tattoos on display as he buttons up his coat and walks inside the tall building.

Taking the lift he was taken on the top floor and when it opens he was entered into a grand section, everyone presents their turn their heads around when the lift ding opens, revealing their leader as they all bowed at him when he steps out of the lift.

"What's the emergency" he spoke, loud and clear, tone deep and demanding respect with a dominant aura.

Half the people there were of his gang and the other half was of Kim's gang, now their teams were working together, Kim Namjoon was present there as well.

He comes forward and Jeon accepted his presence with a nod in acknowledgment.

"Did you send Sam to the mission privately?" Kim asked, his hands were inside his pants while he was staring at Jeon in front of him, both stands tall and dominating, eye to eye and holding no submission in their dark sharp eyes.

Jeon's eyes stare around the room, looking at each person with his searching eyes, scanning around for nothing particular as he just observes. His eyes land on Hoseok was bending down on the desk with his eyes stuck to his hacking laptop, where he was waiting for any signal from the spy of Jeon's gang aka his boyfriend, Samin smith.

But unfortunately, there was none.

After a while of scanning his dark eyes around the room he spoke. "Yes," Jeon nodded, his chin high and aura powerful.

Namjoon sighs and nods. "what purpose?"

"He's my spy, so of course to spy on Beera Mansion and digging out information," Jeon said in a cold tone, nowhere looking stunned or anguish from the absence of his spy.

"Didn't we talked about waiting until we find the right opportunity? Then why? Besides, how did you manage to get him inside?" Kim Namjoon inquires, forehead holds a frown of distaste and disappointment along with confusions and questions.

Jeon smirks, hands inside his pant pockets as he tilted his head to the side, eyes blank and nothing holds in it as he stares at Kim. "You think you're the only intelligent and sly individual here?"

Jeon chuckled, but it wasn't normal, it was shivering and bone-chilling as he walked around the quarters, eyes still looking at each head that was directed on the floor or was stuck to the computer screens, resuming their works.

Kim rolls his eyes, huffing as he sharply looks at Jeon's back. "But what you got in return? He's missing" he mocked.

Jeon glance through his shoulder and his smirks widen. "What if I say I was already expecting it then?"

People froze after hearing Jeon's chill tone as he took out a cigar and lit it up.

Hoseok stiffens at hearing Jeon, his words and nonchalant tone, his attitude at hearing Samin is missing and now this, his eye twitch but he stayed calm, he didn't react into it, he didn't let his emotions get the best of him, he didn't burst on his leader.

Simply he won't, he wouldn't, he couldn't.

Emotions aren't what you need when you're in a mafia and going through a situation of death—be it yours or someone who is your other half.

The danger is what he owns up to when he decided to enter this world.

Namjoon's frown deepens as he stares at Jeon silently, scanning his smug face and relaxed posture, with no tension, no panic nor he was looking any distress.

It's like he doesn't even care if the person missing could be caught or worse dead already.

"What do you mean, Jeon" Kim's voice was demanding, sharp eyes edging, jaw tightening as he looks at the silent creepy grin that sending goosebumps to the worker's spine.

Jeon turns his whole body to now face Namjoon with a smirk, it was pleased.

Three days ago...

When Jeon enters his mansion's private office room the first thing he noticed when he close the door behind him and was walking forward to get to his chair when his eyes landed on the particular thing.

A frown instantly settles on his handsome features, his eyes were stuck at that thing for a while before he clenched his fists and move his eyes around, looking at his whole office, the walls to dressers to couch to the sofas and his wide corner of alcohol bottles to back on his table and chairs, his eyes room every corner and ceilings to the window, the pop sounds came from his tightly fisted hands that his veins popping up from his forehead.

Jeon closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath, his steps sounded through the boots landing on the tiled floor as he calmly walked to the chair which was placed neatly in its place and he pulls it out and sits there.

His back leaning on the chair, eyes twitching, ears on alert yet his face was as calm as peacefully contented he is when around his lover.

Eyes closed and utterly silent from outside yet insides the gears were running through his mind without a hint of it from outside.

The sounds came from outside his office room with not long ago a small knock was heard.

"Come in"

The intruder opens the door and showed his body, Jeon looks at him and nods towards his direction to come inside.

"You ask for me, Jeon?" Sam's voice was steady and confuse yet anticipating and curious as he walk to stand in front of the table.

Jeon nodded curtly and gestures to him to sit on the chair.

Sam nodded and pulls the Chair to sit on it, looking at Jeon with a serious face, not forgetting to see the slight, very minor twitch in his features, it was of annoyance, and though he had worked for years for the leader and know his features doesn't show much and are very hard to predict yet this slight twitch can be noticeable for him as he has been with him for a long time.

Jeon let out a stick, the smoke clouding around the area and that's where Jeon tilt his head and looks at Samin with an unreadable face.

"You have a new mission" His voice was undeniably deep and husky than usual powerful and demanding.

Samin noticed this again yet he again remained tight-lipped.

Something was wrong and he understood the gravity of the situation at the moment and nodded curtly.

"I see, where do I have to go?" Samin asked, hands now resting on the table as he scoot closer in interest.

Missions always spark his interest to the core, the adrenaline that seeps through him every time a new mission giving to him is unbelievably thrilling for the male from coming out of the near-death experience by finding pieces of information for his leader.

A loyal and dedicated spy, indeed.

Besides he loves his job.

"Beera Mansion" Jeon breathes out, a deep and loud exhale of smoke he took and stands up, with his boot clicking he stands near the full-length window and stares outside.

"Beera Mansion?" Sam looks at his leader with confusion, because Beera mansion is owned by Ae-Chan and Dae-Jung, the demon siblings are what they are famous for, the one who's Jeon is seething to get revenge from, who made them kill his mother, who destroyed his lover's family—who destroyed many other innocent lives, just for their fun.

"But didn't we decided to wait for more to directly attack them when they are on a killing spree to the old couple which is their next target?" His voice was laced with questions and curiosity.

Jeon placed the thick stick of cigar between his lips, eyes dark and barren looking at his reflection on the window glass, he was clad in a three-piece suit with few open buttons on the top of his under a white button-up shirt showing the glory of his extravagant tattoos decorating on his entire chest and abdomen.

The window fogged up when he breathe out the cloudy breath from his mouth, the picture too sinister at the sight of Samin's vision.

"Plan changed" Jeon spoke with finality.

"I want to attack them as soon as I can, I can't wait anymore to see them writhing under my torture" Jeon's words were gritting as he turn back around and before Sam can open his mouth in disbelief of his leader who never speeds up his plans and never sounds so impatient like he does right now, he has always seen him so patient that this seems all so confusing and unusual when he out of nowhere changed his plans.

Sam's words suck under his throat when Jeon's hand gesture stops him in the middle, the leader showed his palm to him and then gestures to him to not let out any more words by placing his index finger in front of his mouth.

Sam frowned but then nodded slowly, however, confuse but stayed silent when he sees Jeon moving forward.

"I am getting impatient with this hide and seek" Jeon's voice was still gritting like he was so angry and so impatient but yet his words were clear and rough, filled with hatred craving blood.

Samin's eyes were stuck on his leader, his attention was more on his actions than his words as he sees him standing in front of his long dresser where bottles of expensive alcohol were placed liverishly with his back on him.

"Besides, why do we have to wait when we know where they live?" Jeon reached forward, one hand inside his pants pocket and the other was holding the cigar in his mouth as he look at Samin through his shoulder and then back at the front.

They don't know the address of the Beera mansion.

Samin knows this yet he hangs around silent, knowing really well his leader is aware of it too.

"All we have to do is..." Jeon silently with careful movement, moves the bottle from its place and step a bit to the side, Samin's squinted his eyes and that's where he saw something and his eyes widen at that.

There place a very small, tiny piece of the device behind the bottle all this time, so small at the size of a peanut that one can't even notice it if it's not looked at with so much attention.

It was a small speaker with a bare to minimum red light blinking to it which indicate it was open and whoever had placed it there was listening to them all this time. If when Jeon entered the room and hadn't noticed the bottle slightly out of place put off the original neatly way he wouldn't have noticed that someone has moved it.

No one is allowed to enter his office without his permission and no one had ever dared do that so the bottle being out of place raised his suspicion and when the twinkling on reddish light thing reflected in his eyes he recognized.

Samin got alert as he now sit stiffly on his chair, with full attention now to make sure to get in what his leader was letting him know now.

Jeon placed the bottle back in its place with the same silence like it wasn't even moved a bit while he continued talking.

"Get inside their mansion and plan things out for the attack"

Jeon turns back and looks at Samin seriously who was now smirking, proud at his leader's such hawking eyes and clever mind to mislead whoever was spying on them.

"And you want me to gather information of their inside of the mansion and the number of security?" Samin goes with it and spoke with great care, not wanting to say anything wrong when he understands the mind of his leader who now smirked at him.

"Exactly" Jeon comes forward and sits on his chair again, his hands purposely made a sound of opening his drawer and letting out the file which he tossed at Samin who looks down and sees this was just the file of the previous victim, he glances at his leader with a smirk decorating his face still.

"Read it..." Jungkook said, picking the pan and the notebook placed on his and writing something there while he was still talking without any pause. "It has the information of how you will go to the mansion and shows up yourself as Jack, it has your fake Id and background of our previous gang member who is dead and you will replace him and join their gang, you both had the same height, same age so it won't be a big of a problem with the little Changing in id beside his death certificate wasn't made so in the world's eyes he's still alive"

Samin nodded, taking the paper the Jeon passed him where he was writing the actual plan that Sam has to do.

Sam read through the plan, looking at it attentively, and nodded his head when he understands what this will be...

....and it was sure as hell going to be the best thrilling experience of the male.

Jeon leaned back on his chair and smoked feverishly. "Make sure you keep in contact with me through the signal of our gang's bracelet." Samin looks down at his bracelet, Yes they have this thing that looks really common but has a device under it attached which Sam gives information through to Hoseok who has a hold of it on his computer through different colors or sometimes files of security.

"If you reach their mansion and got in their gang, show me the green sign so I know you are accepted there" Jeon makes sure to emphasize everything through his words even though Samin knows every single thing by close eyes yet he continues his leader's word.

"Will sure do, Jeon and If I ever am in danger and know that I won't survive I will send the blue light so You know when to not wait, I will make sure before I die I will give you enough information to come and attack" Jeon smirked, nodding in acceptance as he hummed.

"You know what you had to do next, Sam" Jeon spoke, looking at the other male with intensity in his eyes with a hint of something which only the spy could get who nodded and stands up.

"Your every action had to be smooth and every signal has to be exact, I need no mistakes because even if you come out alive from their hands I will make sure to give you the most beautiful death you can ever have as my gift" Samin sucks in a breath, Jeon's words and tone was a warning in the normal person's eyes but as a spy of Jeon for a long time Samin knew it was no rather than code words of his actual meaning behind it.

And Damn Samin who was now feeling fluttering in his stomach and giddiness in his heart of excitement at the thought of having a month alone with his baby sunshine as his gift if he succeeds in this mission, it was a motivational warning because Jeon knows Hoseok is the death of Samin's whipped heart.

"No worries, Jeon. I had never disappointed you and I have no intention of ruining my reputation" Sam said, looking down at Jeon who was staring at him with his proud glint in his eyes and a smirk of trust.

"My oath is still there, Jeon... You're the reason I am alive today and my last wish is also to die by helping you like you had done to me before I joined the gang" Samin had a hint of smile over his mouth, true and genuine as he looks at Jeon and bowed his head at utmost respect and gratitude.

"I will be going tonight," Samin said and stand up straight, a nod from Jeon is all it took for him to went out of the office room.

With a note in his fist, a note where the whole plan is written and Sam has to take a step with according to it.

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Namjoon stare at Jeon incredulously, his eyes were soliciting and pessimistic.

Jeon didn't word out anything of three days ago happenings, he didn't even say a single word and only stare at Kim in silence.

Because—it was all an act, after all.

Everything was planned long before, from the CCTV footage of AeChan's talking in the parlor to kill an old couple to Sam finding his friend in the receptionist which was chosen by AeChan herself.

Nothing was a coincidence, everything was planned.

There was no old couple.

It was just to mislead them.

It was already suspicious when AeChan talked so openly about the mafia things when she was surrounded by people who were working on her face and body.

It was already suspicious when the CCTV footage was so easy to hack and record her without a sign of suspicion.

It was suspicious when Samin found his college friend working on the same parlor coincidentally and was able to distract her.

It was so easy that's where the suspicion begins.

It was all planned.

Planned by AeChan who already knew they were following her around.

She had a spy in Jeon's gang and was known of every detail happening in this quarter from the time Kim and Jeon starts working together, maybe even before that.

Someone was backstabbing Jeon this whole time and the Mafia knew who that damn person is.

And it was confirmed when Jeon found the speaker in his office.

Jeon tilted his head as he caught the burning smirk of Kim Namjoon's mouth, it was twitching to spread wide but he was subtle enough to contain his posture.

Kim Namjoon knew everything from the start, It's all an act to mislead the demon sibling's spy who was still in the room with them, giving every second information to them.

"We were supposed to be together in this, Jeon! Why did you decide to act on your own?" Kim argues, the frown on annoyance was vivid in his sharp eyes as he stare at the fellow leader.

Jeon shrugged nonchalantly. "Do you want me to wait for eternity for them to attack them old couple so I can take revenge? No Kim, this is how long I can take my desperation but not anymore!" He argued back, eyes tugging in annoyance also as he stare back at Kim Namjoon.

"And what if they slip from our hands? They are going to leave this country after this and what if we won't be able to catch them? I can't lose them when I finally was this close to getting my hands on them!" Jeon seethed, teeth-gritting as he clenched his fist.

Namjoon's jaw ticked, workers around them didn't dare intervene in two ruthless mafia leaders in fear of losing their lives for good—yet there was someone in there who was listening to them and glancing them again and again, a smirk was proud on the person's mouth as he watches two leaders who were supposed to work together argue in different opinions.

The demons spy.

"This is not how we can win against them, Jeon! Do you have any idea if they caught Sam and he open his mouth? They can get suspicious!" Namjoon's gritted out, the acting was so marvelous that Jeon wanted to clap, the Kim looked seriously mad at him and this all looked realistic.

"To hell, I care! I want them dead and If I have to sacrifice my loyalist spy to them, I don't fucking care! At least he will give me enough information to know how much force I will need to win against them" Jeon spoke, heartlessly, no mercy in his tone as he yelled, his forehead vein-popping, jaw tightening in so much anger as he thought about his mother, it made it easier to look realistic.

Hoseok hands clenched around the table, his eyes twitching constantly, face serious and hard as his eyes still stuck to the computer, his heart racing wildly, hearing his leader's tone made the anger brim inside his aching heart.

Yet he didn't dare let out even a tiny noise of defense, he stays silent and professional, fierce and strong.

What he supposed to be in this kind of situation, he can't act on impulse, he needs to be calm.

He needs to trust, just what his lover told him the last time he hugged him before going to the mission.

"How long this time?" Hoseok murmured, looking at Samin packing his belongings as he stood in front of the door.

Samin sighs as he was done with it and walked closer to his lover, embracing the saddened male in his arms and comfort him by soothingly rubbing his back and kissing his head multiple times.

"I don't know, baby"

Hoseok sighs against his shoulder and tightens his arms around him.

"We were supposed to go on a date tomorrow..." Hoseok small voice muffled against Sam's neck where the younger male buried his face in it.

Sam sighs as he didn't reply to anything instead digs in his face in the bush of his baby's hairs.

"Take care, baby" Samin muttered under his breath, his hold tightening around Hoseok who nuzzles into his neck, snuggling as he already missed Samin and the latter didn't even leave yet.

"Don't miss me too much" Samin murmured, pulling back a bit and smile at his lover and kisses his forehead.

"And don't be sad, ok?" Samin whispers when he pulls back and smiles softly down at the latter.

Hoseok didn't say back anything as he instead snuggles up to the male, taking in the warmth of his lover as he sighs deeply.

After embracing Hoseok for a long time and pressing extra kisses than usual, Samin pulls away from the hug and slung the duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Bye"

Hoseok grabs the male's wrist when he was going to turn around, he had a deep frown on his forehead.

"You're forgetting something" he reminded the older who had his back on him.

"I don't think so" Samin's voice was steady but there was this crack in the end that sank Hoseok's heart deeper.

"Sami" he called, stepping closer and turning the male around. "Where is your 'I'll be back' and 'I love you, baby' why aren't you saying it this time?"

Samin didn't even look directly at Hoseok as he was looking down, not meeting the male's eyes who was started to feel a heavy burden over his chest and his hands starts shaking.

"S-Sami?" Hoseok's voice crack as his eyes instantly filled with tears.

Samin bites his lips and looks away as he muttered. "I'm sorry"

As he tried to slip away from the iron grip of his lover, Samin was pulled back again by Hoseok who was now having his eyes widen and few tears sliding down his cheeks. "Wait!"

"W-What do you m-mean?" Hoseok grasps his biceps, his fingers digging in the spy's skin as he shakes the male weakly. "What do you mean, Sami! Why—Why are you apologizing?" Hoseok search for his eyes but Samin refuse to let their eyes meet and kept looking down.

"I am asking you something, Sami!" Hoseok's voice turns deeper as he glares at the older, shaking him harshly this time and demanding answers.

"Tell me you'll be back! Tell me you will, Sami!" Hoseok's voice breaks and a sob broke through his mouth, his hands digging in his arms without any mercy as he step closer, now cupping the older's cheek and forcing him to face him.

Samin's eyes had tears and guilt with a hint of sadness brimming in there when he stared back at Hoseok's face which was heartbreaking as there were tears all over his face.

"Don't tell me..." Hoseok breathes out in a broken whisper as he looks with narrowed eyes at Samin who sighs deeply and grabs the younger wrist, holding it gently as he leans into his touch, closing his eyes.

"I am not sure..." Sam answered sadly.

Hoseok gasps silent, eyes blinking in disbelief as his hands slip from the older face and landed on his sides like it lost all the energy in him and he was limp.

Samin had always been sure of his missions, that he will come back alive no matter what but this time he wasn't sure of it.

"They are dangerous, biggest and brutal much smarter than we can predict... I am not s-sure if I —if I will survive or—or not" he calls out, shakily, couldn't even stare at Hoseok's eyes who was now sobbing silently.

Samin sighs out loud and steps closer, curling his arms around Hoseok's shaking frame and placed his lips on top of his ear. "Stay strong, my baby. I will try my best to come out still breathing....but I don't want to give you any hopes because I am not sure either."

Hoseok fisted his shirt and cried in his neck, sobbing silently as he hiccups, shaking his head and wanting to cage his lover in this room so he won't go towards his death.

"Don't miss me too much, hm?" Hoseok cried loudly in response.

Samin chuckled shakily, a lonely tear roll down his left cheek as he leaned his right cheek on Hoseok's head and closes his eyes with a soft beautiful smile on his mouth.

"Thank you, hoba... Thank you so much for giving me a chance to love you..." Hoseok closes his eyes tightly, hiccuping.  "For those beautiful months, we were together and had shared so many moments... Thank you for everything"

"D-Don't..." Hoseok murmured weakly, this sounds like the last goodbye and he hates it, he hates how Samin is sure he won't be able to survive, hates how it's breaking him brutally from inside.

"Even if I won't survive, I will die with no regrets... because I was lucky enough to have you as mine even if it's for a short amount of time. They were the beautiful moments of my life. I wouldn't trade it for anything" Samin said fondly, nuzzling his cheek on Hoseok's hair as he hold him tightly against his chest—for the one last time.

"Hoba?" The latter didn't respond as he was crying hysterically. "I love you... I love you so much, baby."

"Please—don't m-miss me too much...yeah? Stay strong." Samin's voice wavers as he sniffles, crying silently now as he breathes in his lover's smell—for one last time.

"N-No...please.... don't go" Hoseok cried, not letting the older go as he clung to him tightly.

Sam dishearteningly detached himself from hoseok's unwavering grip and press their foreheads together. "I want you to be happy... Always, regardless of what's the future holds. Take this as my only wish"

Hearing all this aggregates Hoseok that instead of sad tears anger and disappointed tears were flowing out of his eyes, anger at the older who wishes for him to be happy when he goes out there to his death. 

"Fuck you!" Hoseok whispers harshly as he throws a punch at Samin's face who stumbles back a little.

A fond chuckle skips out of Sam's mouth as he holds his jaw and looks back at his glaring lover who was raging, tears on both of their faces with red swollen eyes.

"You sure are stronger, baby. Fuck! This hurts" He holds his aching jaw with a small tender smile.

"Fuck you, Samin smith! Fuck you!" Hoseok yelled at his face, trembling badly as he was glaring hard at his lover—who was going to his last mission—towards his death.

"I hate you... I fucking hate you.." Hoseok's voice turns softer, his eyes turn sadder as his mouth starts quivering when he steps closer to tightly hugged Samin, instantly burying his face in his neck and crying hysterically.

"Don't go .. don't go, Sami! I beg you!" Samin sighs, closing his eyes.

"We decide to have a match on—on this weekend! I was supposed to beat you at shooting! It—It hurts my pride that you're as good at shooting as me when I am the best shooter of this gang! I was supposed to beat you, You coward!" Hoseok cried and Sam listened patiently.

"Are you fearing, huh?"

"How can I not? I just go with luck but you're actually the best shooter of this gang. How can I beat you, hm?" Samin jokes, trying to soothe his lover but Hoseok was feared to almost death.

"D-Don't go..." Hoseok begs again.

"I have to, baby. We were prepared for this, remember? We were prepared to lose one another before we even got together. We knew danger whirls around us...we will have to leave one day" Samin spoke soothingly, they were best friends before they become boyfriends, they were afraid to lose and were prepared for death.

"I am not! It's too e-early... it's too early, Sami... Not right now, please..." Hoseok cried, shaking his head as he snuggle closer to his lover—one last time.

"Don't make this hard for me, baby...please" Samin pleaded, eyes burning but he didn't let more tears come out, he stayed strong and pulls away.

"Be happy..." Hoseok opens his wet lashes and stares at Samin, his eyes flickering all over his face, taking and remembering everything—fears he won't be able to stare at those starry eyes again which were filled with so much warmth and love for him, like always.

Hoseok caresses the small bruise that starts forming on Samin's jaw, it was tiny and wasn't painful as the male's pain tolerance was higher and it was nothing for him nor Hoseok had used all his strength on punching his lover.

"I love you" Hoseok murmured, pressing his forehead to Samin and didn't dare blink his eyes to not even miss half a second of staring at his boyfriend.

Samin smiles, biting his lips as he leans forward to press their lips together, trembling lips staying softly at one another like a soothing touch as they pour out their love in their kiss—the one last time.

"Trust our leader, hoba....he knows what he's doing" this was the last thing Samin said when he pulls away from the kiss and without a second glance rush out of the room...

... leaving Hoseok standing at the same spot, crying and feeling the sensation of those lips.

Trust our leader...

That was the only thing ringing in Hoseok's head as anger was brimming insides his body, the two leaders still arguing and the way Jeon talked like he doesn't care for whoever dies as long as he can take his revenge from demon siblings was infuriating but his lover's words calming him.

He choose to trust Samin's words and stayed silent.

There must be a reason as to why he said that, Samin must have known something which he didn't tell Hoseok and wanted him to trust him when he left.

He must have a reason to hide it.

"You're reacting on impulse, Jeon! Don't let the anger gets to you! Be rational! We've lost our one spy already!" Kim Namjoon's words brought Hoseok back to reality and hearing the prediction of what he was fearing for talking into a confirm words sank his heart deeper as the realization of what he was trying to avoid slapped at his face.

"We're not confirmed yet!" Jeon argues back.

"Hoseok" he called, the male forcefully took his eyes away from the computer and walked to stand in front of his leader.

"Yes, Jeon" his words were cold and emotionless, his face empty.

"How long?"

"52 hours and 39 minutes" Hoseok replied, his face was expressionless, there was not a hint of panic or fear of his boyfriend's missing news yet his eyes were twitching from time to time, hands clenching behind his back and jaw ticking occasionally.

He was distress and shitting himself for his boyfriend's safety, so scared and close to breakdown in a fit of crying mess yet outside he looks calm and collected.

He was a Jeon gang member, he was thought to be strong and fierce, to not be weak and panic, this is his work, this is what he does every day, meeting near deaths and coming out alive and he believes his boyfriend will be fine.

This wasn't the first time he was in this state but also this is was the first time Sam had been missing without a single signal in 24 hours while he was missing for 52 hours.

The max he had gone is 13 hours, but longer than that this means only one thing... Hoseok gulps.

He doesn't want to believe in that possibility, he doesn't want to believe in it yet his heart was racing wildly in his heart, not stopping since hours he's in this quarter, constantly sticking his eyes in his laptop where the connection of Sam's bracelet is, dark bags under his eyes, dry chapped lips, he hadn't slept in these two days, eyes wouldn't dare close even though he was in so much exhaustion.

Mind only repeating one thing. How will Sam be? Is he ok? Did he lose his bracelet or...or...is he even alive at this point? What if they caught him? What if they...they had... killed him?

All these thoughts were messing up his mind.

Even though Hoseok looks expressionless and collected, Jeon's brilliant eyes couldn't miss the dried tears over his cheeks.

Hoseok was in no way calm.

He was on the edge, devasted and full of worry and fear.

"Any signals?" Jeon asks.

"The green signal came around 12 hours after he went to the mission, many pictures, footage, security details, and maps were sent along with audio tapping of him giving details of when AeChan and DaeJung were coming and going out of the mansion. His last signal was...." Hoseok trailed, swallowing the clog in his throat before he spoke. "Red"

Red means danger.

The red signal means Samin comes to know they are suspicious of him being an imposter.

Means he wasn't sure he can come back anymore but there was still hope....hope in Hoseok's heart as no blue signal was sent in these blank hours of no signals.

Because blue signal means... Death.

Samin is still breathing and that was enough to comfort him.

"What time the last signal came?" Jeon asked, further.

There was not an inch of frown over his face, he was calm.

That was aggregating Hoseok but he choose to trust his lover's words.

"The last signal was around 35th hour of him on the mission and after that there was none," Hoseok replied coldly, hands on his back. They were clenched tightly.

Jeon hummed. "More than 17 hours, that's unusual. He wouldn't be blank for this long time unless... He's already caught and unconscious right now"

Jeon turns around and face the window, a wide smirk formed over his mouth as he exhale out a cloud of fog, eyes twinkling as he hummed to himself.

You never disappoint me, Sam.

Jeon looks at the reflection of the blank tinted window, Kim Namjoon standing there and smirking at him, he nodded his head curtly and Jeon winked.

The Plan's going smoothly the way they wanted them.

Now they wait for the last signal.

The blue signal.

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"May I come in, Sir?" The deep lovely voice sounded after a knocking on the door and opening it, the sight was like a morning warm sun in cold freezing weather.

Jungkook looks up from the file he was reading and a smile instantly took over his features as he closes it and nodded his head in acknowledgment, answering his secretary to step inside.

Taehyung smiles his boxy one and pushes close the door with his leg as his hands were occupied by two steaming mugs.

Jungkook opens his arms wide as Taehyung approach him and instantly when he was in his reach the mafia curl it around his lover's tiny waist and pulls him until Jungkook's face was hidden in Taehyung's chest.

Taehyung chuckles at the cuddly mafia and carefully placed the cups on the table beside him, managing to not spill them when the older refuses to lose his hold on him and kept hugging him tightly.

"Good Morning, baby" Taehyung combed his long bony fingers on Jungkook's raven hairs while he loops his other arm around his shoulder, giving the morning warm hug to his boyfriend.

"Mhm, morning" Jungkook hummed, nuzzling his face on Taehyung as he closes his eyes and loved the finger stroking his hair and mischievous hand flicking his ears then rubbing them softly.

Jungkook won't admit it but he loves Taehyung's touch on his ears and although he always protests there's no denying that it is the best soothing touch he can ever feel.

The best place to comfort the older and making him melt in the arms of his lover and Taehyung always use this for his own pleasure.

Taehyung patted the older's head, silently telling him to pull away as it is enough for a morning hug.

"Drink your coffee so you can get back your energy"

Jungkook grin as he didn't free Taehyung and instead looks up from his chest, tightening his arms around like a brat and shakes his head. "Who needs Coffee when this is the best option, hm?" The mafia pointed at the embrace they were enveloped in and kissed at Taehyung's chest loudly.

The younger male vibrated with deep giggles at the latter's dorkiness and pinch his ears teasingly.

"It's barely morning, Mr. Jeon. Let's leave some of the affection for the later hours, hm?" Taehyung cups his cheek and bends down, placing his lips in between Jungkook's eyebrows, close to his forehead.

"Let's enjoy our morning drinks for now," he said, pulling back and staring at the mafia's close eyes and contented face, the tip of his pale ears was slightly pink, not unnoticeable from Taehyung's observing tender gaze.

Plus points, Jungkook enjoys forehead kisses.

Taehyung picks up the cup containing black liquid, steaming hot as he gave it to Jungkook. "Here's your Coffee, Mr. Jeon"

Jungkook smiles giddily, pushing his swirling chair back, and patted his thighs with an inviting smile. "Here's your seat, Mr. Petal"

Taehyung snorted, the name always cracks him up yet the older won't stop calling him that, so much to act professionally for his useless rules which don't even work when he's with his petal.

Taehyung walked and sits on his respected seat—which is Jungkook's lap like every other morning he brings coffee to his boyfriend ehem—his boss.

Let's not forget they are at work right now.

Taehyung took a sip of his tea when he felt Jungkook adjusting him in a comfortable position and wrapped his arms around his waist from the back, nestling his face in his crook of the neck and giving him a sweet kiss.

"You're late today, Pup. What's the time of coming to the office and giving me coffee, hm?"

Taehyung looks back a bit to stare at the older's raised brows and smile sheepishly. "I was visiting, hyung. He starts to walk now, slowly but he was able to do now and I just couldn't help but spend more time with him"

"Mhm, you deserved a fine." Jungkook took a sip of his black coffee and grins at the younger on his lap.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow as he glance behind him. "What will that be?" He asked, knowing it won't be money the older would fines him with.

Jungkook didn't say anything and just sips from his steaming mug, smirking as he just chuckles at the curious look on Taehyung's face by his teasing silence.

"I will tell you later, let me enjoy my coffee first" Taehyung rolls his eyes at the teaser mafia and didn't give many thoughts as he looks in front again and enjoys his tea.

Whining when Jungkook will press his overly warm lips against his neck after taking a sip from his cup to kiss him where by the way were marks of their last night intimacy proud but was covered with Taehyung's collar as Jungkook's liking who doesn't like to show off what he adored the most.

He believes in protecting and refrain from anyone seeing what only he can see, even the marks he gives to his petal—he's a different kind of possessive yet it was on the limit where Taehyung doesn't feel a bit of uncomfortableness.

He's endeared by it.

"Hyung was asking about you" Taehyung started slowly, his index finger nervously tracing the cup outline.

Jungkook pulls back from his neck and Taehyung glances back at him. "What did he say?"

Taehyung sighs as he placed his hand on Jungkook's arm which was curled around his waist and brushed his thumb over the peeking tattoo under his sleeves.

"He wants to meet you"

Taehyung can hear the mafia sighs deeply behind him. " I knew this day will come when I have to face your brother"

"You don't want to?" Taehyung looks back at him, tenderly. Understand the other's struggle over facing his brother who still doesn't like him at all and he made sure to show it to Taehyung that he's only accepting him for his happiness.

If he wasn't so weak for Taehyung he would never have permitted his younger brother for this step.

He's not a sibling, he's like a child to Seokjin who he has grown with at utmost love and protection.

"It's not like I don't want to meet him...." Jungkook sighs, placing his empty cup on the table, and took Taehyung's hand in his own. "I just don't know how to react in front of him... Like I am—nervous?" He plays with Taehyung's pretty fingers.

"I am a very patient person but when it comes to you I just... Lost it. What if I say something wrong to him? He would hate me more than he already does"

"Nothing will happen like that, baby" Taehyung speaks, leaning back to his chest and moving his face to nuzzle into the mafia's jaw with his nose.

"I will be there with you." He reassured.

Jungkook nodded with a smile, tilting his head to peck Taehyung's lips softly, feeling his bony fingers to rubs his earlobe.

"That's enough for me" Jungkook whispers, sighing and closing his eyes at the soft soothing touch.

"Your thought only is enough to calm me" he smiles, opening his eyes and taking Taehyung's hand away from his ear and kisses it lovingly.

Taehyung grins and stares at the older, gazing at him fondly with his twinkling eyes.

[A/N: suddenly noticed this is the 69th chapter ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

"I've checked your schedule. You have a meeting with shareholders on the 29th floor in like..." he trailed, looking at the watch on his wrist and then speaks. "An hour"

Jungkook hummed, paying no mind as he was too engrossed in staring at his beautiful lover who smells so nice that his mind was flooded with peppering the younger with furious kisses.

"After that, you've to go to the construction site for the new branch, the manager there wanted your permission at the structure and other matters" Taehyung keep adding, reminiscing whatever he read on his notebook before coming here.

"And then you've another meeting with the—" Taehyung squealed in the middle of his sentence as Jungkook suddenly move his body on his lap and hook his arms under his back and thighs, hoisting him up when he stands on his feet with holding Taehyung bridal style.

"Jungkook!" Taehyung squeaked out in surprise as he stare at the mafia leader with widening startled eyes.

"It's baby for you" Jungkook corrected him as he adjusted him and then starts walking.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Taehyung protested, his arms around the mafia's neck on instinct as he frowned at the older.

"Nope," Jungkook responded, simply.

"We're in the office, Koo! Put me down!" Taehyung tried to wiggle, wanted once to be professional in his job but the older always have other plans.

"Exactly, we're in my office. So there's nothing to worry about" Jungkook replied, walking towards the couch in the middle of his grand office room and placed Taehyung there.

"What about your professionalism rule?" Taehyung accused, scowling at the male who hovers above his frame, covering his delicate body with his bulky muscly one.

"There's always one cheat day, pup" Jungkook had all the answers to his questions making Taehyung roll his eyes at the so-called punctual mafia.

Taehyung whines when Jungkook starts pressing kisses on his jaw, smoothly going down to his heavenly smelling neck which he was craving to do for the second Taehyung sat on his lap.

"Baby stop" Taehyung hit the mafia's back lightly, really wanted to for once only focus on the work instead of fooling around in between.

"It's work hours so let's focus on what's in hand. We can continue this at home, ok?" He tried to convince the older who's hands already sneaked inside his shirt, caressing his smooth skin around the stomach, Taehyung felt tingly at the warm touch.

Damn, he doesn't want to melt. Jungkook sure as hell known how to work him up into being putty under him.

"It's break time" Jungkook whispers distractingly, sucking a small pink mark over Taehyung's collarbones where he had already push away the shirt to showcase his one gorgeous shoulder where he was kissing and sucking freely.

"It's not even been two hours of work!" Taehyung huffed out loud at the obvious brat hovering over him, only finding excuses to fool around.

Taehyung closes his eyes, biting his lips harshly to not let the humming moan come out of his throat when Jungkook sucks on his sensitive place against his neck.

The mafia's warm palm now caressing over his chest, going smoothly from his stomach to chest and touched his buds under the shirt, jerking Taehyung a bit who tried to not get distracted by his boyfriend's sweet assault and still tried to convince him into work again.

"You've so many files to reread! I have to send them back to the mhm—" he was shut back to his place by the lips which pressed to his mouth and sighs against it.

Jungkook is stubborn than him and Taehyung should know by now the older won't listen to him at all when he will make up his mind at once.

Jungkook moves his lips gently, opening his mouth and taking Taehyung's lips in between his teeth, sucking the pillowy muscle and licking it to push inside his warm mouth.

Taehyung defeated kissed back lazily, hands now instinctively going to Jungkook's shoulder and playing with his long hairs which were falling over his face.

Taehyung pulls back from the kiss and stares at Jungkook with narrowed eyes and a playfully annoyed look. "so you won't back away no matter whatever I say?"

Jungkook grins stupidly and shakes his head without speaking anything.

Taehyung sighs deeply, defeated. "But it's an office, baby. What if someone passes by and hears us?" He tried to reason out but as always Jungkook has a quick reasonable answer to it.

"It's soundproof"

Taehyung pinches his cheek and pulls them hardly. "You're one horny stubborn mafia!"

Jungkook scoffed back in an obvious tone. "Then don't look so pretty every single hour of the day, do you even know how good you smell? It's like you do that on purpose to allure me." The mafia nose around his cheeks, tracing the soft line of his jaw with the tip of his nose, Taehyung's scent of cologne mix his natural one hypnotizing the mafia's clear mind and making it a jumbled mess.

Taehyung blushed, red coating his cheeks, heart skips beat at the whipped mafia but he stand his defense. "Wow, now putting the blame on me?"

"Of course, it's your fault. Only you have that kind of effect on me." The mafia grin, coming back up and pressing his lips on the corner of Taehyung's lips.

His hands still freely roaming around Taehyung's upper body under his shirt, his chest to his stomach to his side of the waist, his warm skin was so addictive at the touch that the leader was unable to pull away.

Taehyung smiles, hands slipping from his long wavy raven hairs to his cheeks, and caressed his apple of cheeks with the thumb. "You've no right to be this adorable when you're horny"

"Fine. You've half an hour to finish. Remember the meeting with shareholders" he agreed.

"But it is in an hour?" Jungkook raises a brow, hands already working on his belt to fish it out after he picks the remote from the table and locked the automatic door and window curtains(?).

"We need half an hour to clean up. I know it will take this much time because you get clingier after the lovemaking and it will take double the time than usual" Taehyung speaks, hands going in his pants pockets as he searched for something while speaking in an obvious tone.

Jungkook huffed, heart's fluttering at the excitement and fondness at the way his petal knows him too well than he does himself.

He didn't even know so many things about himself until Taehyung observes him and point them out.

Like his sensitive ears.

"Come closer" Taehyung made grabby hands, a band in his wrist as he pulls Jungkook to hover over his body and when he was close enough, Taehyung gathers his all long hair which was falling on his insanely handsome face and tie them up in a pony behind his head.

"Hm, done," Taehyung said, smiling as now he can see the face clearly and push up to peck the older's button nose.

Jungkook's heart raced at the gesture, his tip of ear turning pinkish but Taehyung didn't voice it out, loving the flustered older who tried to not show it but his wide grin and tender gaze says it all.

"You carry around the band?" Jungkook asks, kissing his jaw. Eyes still looking at Taehyung's honey orbs fondly.

"I started doing it now. You don't do it yourself and though I love your long hairs but when we do the deeds they annoy me because I can't see your face" Taehyung curls his arms behind Jungkook's nape, closing his eyes as the kisses went further down.

"And you look extra hot with your hairs all back in a pony" he added, truthfully.

Jungkook chuckles deeply in his neck, shirt already bunching up to Taehyung's chest, revealing his skin as the mafia salivate at the smooth skin and instantly went down to take Taehyung's bud in his mouth.

Taehyung moans lowly at the wet tongue swirling around his chest bud and lips sucking at it pleasurably.

Jungkook was fit in between Taehyung's open legs on his knees and his curious impatient hand slowly crawl down Taehyung's chest to his stomach and under his dress pants.

Taehyung flinch when Jungkook's hands went under his underwear and touched him bare, stroking his length which was now turning hard at the abuses over his sensitive buds and shivering body.

Jungkook helped him with fully hardening by stroking him and rubbing his thumb against his sensitive slit, precum smearing over his hand and pulls back from the chest and went down, sucking the soft skin and making clear red marks on all over the body which looked pretty on the not so tan and not so pale skin.

Taehyung has his teeth abusing his lower lip as Jungkook tested the water by lightly touching, rubbing two of his fingers down on the other part over his slightly wet folds.

The male's response under him was majestic so Jungkook worked on both of his parts one by one, giving attention to both of them and not leaving anyone throbbing in the lack of touch.

Taehyung enjoyed it greatly, hands grabbing the soft couch in his palms as Jungkook worked his mouth on his neck, coming up to kiss him sensually, taking his breath out of his lungs by molding their tongue in a seductive dance and sucking it greedily.

The sight of two males on the couch, moaning and groaning in pleasure, basking in the intimacy of their unconditional love was continued like this without a stop.

Lews sounds of whining and moaning, squelching sounds of Jungkook's member going in and out of Taehyung's hole were ringing the four walls of the office as the two horny males quench their uncontrollable thirst for each other—inside the office in the middle of their working hours.

But who cares? As long as your boyfriend is filthy rich and the owner of this damn building.

And not to forget a mafia leader whose surname only is enough to scare the shit out of a person.

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~At Beera Mansion~

High heels tik sound echoed around the magnificent modern mansion, the sounds of heels along with the shimmering pieces of jewelry worn around the slim waist and long dangling earrings.

The sounds kept on going until the glamorous lady, wearing a shimmery skirt that sways with each step and the long smooth legs in the air, half of it covered with tattoos and contrasting the paleness of the skin with the black furniture around the lavish house.

The lady hold a dominant and demanding aura, the guards behind her on toll and the ones standing in front of the door which leads to the basement were open by one of them.

Just as she stepped into the basement which was structured as modern as the whole mansion just a bit lacking in furnishings, the quiet sounds of pain huffing were heard by her.

Instantly a smirk was profound on her mouth which was colored by dark red lipstick, the color of blood which was matching the trail on the floor—where a figure was tied to the chain, arms hanging on air which was connected with another heavy chain on the ceiling.

His figure was slouched down while he was forced to stand on his weakling feet because of the loss of blood and bruises all over his buff body.

"Miss AeChan!"

The name was called by one of the head guards who was also breathing heavily, one hand holding the baseball bat from which he was beating the wound-up male against the wall, tied up.

She was given a chair to sit on, one pale bare leg over another while her arm over the armrest of the chair, sitting with back on the soft chair, she looks like a royal princess with flawless beauty even at the age of forty-nine.

Just the only flaw was her corrupted mind which was called demonic and merciless.

"Did he open his mouth?" She breathe, a smoke was placed on her mouth which she took a long whiff off, eyelashes fluttering with pink blush was smeared on her pale cheeks, the skin so flawless and safe from any wrinkle.

The head guard was sweating after beating for quite a long time and huffing for breath when he shakes his head and said dejectedly. "No matter how much I beat him, he won't say anything"

The twitch of AeChan's eyes was visible when she heard it, tsking as she smokes, eyes stuck at the figure looked almost dead unconscious but was still huffing out, the noises of chain tinkering was loud in the echoing basement.

She stands up, the shimmery skirt making noises as the jewelry touched the metal belt on her slim waist as she takes elegant steps forward, closer to the wounded male.

"So stubborn, aren't you?" She comments, every word coming out smoothly from her mouth, voice melting in a basement yet eyes hold the glint of such distort that shakes the one's core.

"What's your name!" She barked and grabbed the male's jaw, digging her long sharp nails in his already bruised skin, black eyes opening and looking at her, cheeks sliding the trail of blood and lips cut and swollen from the wound.

The male huffed out a chuckle, a pain one yet his mouth holds a smirk, AeChan squeezing the jaw painfully, brutally that the male's face scrunch in pain but he didn't protest.

He was trained for this pain.

Being a spy of his ruthless leader, none other than Jeon, Sam knew how to handle these people as trained by his leader.

He's alive.

"Answer me!" She roared, nails slicing his skin open yet samin didn't let out a sound.

He was already numb all over his body, the bruises hurt like a bitch but after hours of beating they stop to feel and he was glad of this temporary numbness.

Sam scoffed and smirk before he gather up his saliva in his mouth and spits it out in her direction.

AeChan steps back instantly, her bruising hold loosening as she closes her eyes.

Guards instantly come forward to beat the shit of Samin who starts laughing, seeing spit mix blood staining her dress and jaw, her face manages to not have any drop and Samin feels disappointed at it.

His figure was slouched down because of numbness and weakness and she was taller with the high heels on so their height didn't match.

"You bloody fucker!" She roared and came forward, grabbing a handful of Samin hair and pulls at it brutally before she raised her hand and slapped his bleeding face with all force in the sheer anger.

Samin didn't phase by it, he spits it out on the floor and kept laughing, angering the already mad lady who was cleaning her skin with a clothed by the guard.

"Beat me... Slap me... Hit me all you want.." Samin speaks, voice hoarse and cracking because of lack of water and food and loss of blood.

"But you won't get anything from me" Samin laughs, black bruised eyes staring at her with a tired face, there was pain written over his face but he still look confident enough to annoy them.

He loves it, this brings him fun and distraction to not feel the agonizing pain all over his body, buzzing in his veins.

"You think we don't know who's spy you belong to, hm?" She comes forward, looking at Samin with a sharp glare as she raised her hand and slap him again just because she was disgusted with the spit thrown at her and Samin took pleasure in it.

"You think we don't know your name, Samin smith?" She smirks, looking at the male who pretended to gets surprise at the name like he was caught up but unknowing to AeChan—this was all planned.

"What? Surprise we caught you, hm?" She stare at the male, a wicked glint in her eyes as she push her hand forward to the guard who placed the bracelet in her hand.

She rolled the bracelet around her finger, dangling it in front of the wounded male who looks at her with a glare like he was mad.

"You know how we are sending signals through this and your stupid gang thinks it's you who's been sending them information" She starts laughing, enjoying the horror expression on Samin's face who knew about it all along from the gossiping of the guards who thought he was unconscious but was actually acting.

He was still acting to be a weakling like he was so tired and close to becoming unconscious but in reality, he can still very much stand and walk even can fight all of them alone but he was just saving this energy for later.

When it will be needed, right now he was doing all to restore his sore muscles from the beating, letting them heal on their own so he can be active when the fight will start.

He had beatings worse than this so this was not new for him, being years of Jeon's spy he was in these positions a lot of time and his pain tolerance is higher than any gang member's that's why Jeon always choose him for these missions.

"How did you know!" Samin barked, acting fear-filled and shocked as he wiggle in the tied chain they made loud noises in the basement.

AeChan laughs sarcastically at that. "The newbies think they are clever than us hm?"

"Then let me tell you useless rats are nothing but dust under my heels!" She slapped him once more, walking around him and staring at his limp body with a satisfied smirk.

"Now now... How about playing with your gang a bit more, hm" she grin, coming in front of him and still rolling the bracelet in his long fingers.

"I am too busy to fight with those rats" She sighs, pushing her bangs out of her eyes as she walked.

"How about misleading them" she whisper close to his face, grinning as she laughed lunatic.

"Leaving you rotting here to death and fleeing away to where we suppose to go, hm?"

"Why? Are you scared we will win" Samin bites back, smirking, gritting his teeth as he seemed, he can't let them flee away without a fight.

"Such a weakling. Aren't you coward Miss AeChan?" He tsked like he was disappointed. "I expected better from the biggest mafias like you but who knew..." He faced her daringly, a smug grin on his bloody mouth as he added. "You're all just a bunch of cowards!"

A loud slap resonated in the entire basement as she landed the backslap on Samin's cheek, cutting his skin with her sharp nails who groaned yet manage to laugh at her face.

"That's all you got, lady AeChan?" he scoffed and spits the blood on the floor. "How about sending your buff guards to beat me because you very obviously can't do shits! It doesn't even hurt" Samin laughs, angering the lady further until her veins popping on the forehead, hands shaking in sheer madness.

"You bloody—"

"Relax AeChan" she was about to scream when a deep hard voice echoed in the basement.

She turns around and saw the tall male who stands in front of the basement door, on top of the long stairs.

His face was hard and wrinkly, obviously older than her, and had wrinkles over his face yet his body was buff, muscles all over the body, biceps bulging out of his shirt, and tattoos adorning around his whole neck and cheeks.

Samin squinted his blurry vision, the black bruise around his eyes cussed his eyes teary and small, making it hard to see it clearly from afar.

The male steps down the stairs, each step giving a loud hard echo around the basement and when he was close enough Sam was able to see his face.

Dae-Jung.

"Don't interfere with him. He's just provoking you" The male's deeper tone sounded around the impossibly quiet room.

Samin knew him because he saw his picture and recognize the leader of this demonic sibling gang.

AeChan huffed and spare a side glare at Samin who only grin to annoy her more than he already did.

"Aww, now oh so scary lady AeChan hear her big brother, hm? I am so scared. Someone save me" Samin mocked.

DaeJung face his whole buff body to Samin now, the spy won't lie the older brother was quite a builder, his muscles unbelievably stronger and firmer even of his old age he looked stronger and powerful, his cold stern look sending chills down the guard's spine, on his forehead not a sight of frown can be seen except the few wrinkles.

"You—" before AeChan could react, her brother, DaeJung step forward and landed the hard punch on Samin's face—knocking him out the next second.

"Bitchy mouth" AeChan smirked in satisfaction at the unconscious male hanging by the heavy chains.

DaeJung didn't even flinch as he didn't spare a second glance at Samin who was dizzy, his head is spinning but he was still conscious enough to hear them, he just acted to be knocked out, he wasn't that weak to blackout with one punch though he won't lie the punch was fucking hard and painful, almost knocking him out but he was able to protect his pride and hears the puncher turns back to his sister.

"We don't have to waste our time on them, I've already prepared the jet. We will leave this Sunday" DaeJung announced, hands behind him as he directed his attention to AeChan.

"That will be so boring. This rat has annoyed me too much to just leave him like this" AeChan protests, folding her arms over her chest as her features harden, the hunger for revenge evident in her eyes.

Who are you calling rat, you ugly old duckling! Samin scoffed in his mind.

DaeJung rolls his eyes. "Then do whatever you want. Kill him as you please, but we are leaving this Sunday" he declared, taking out his own cigar and breathing from it.

AeChan smirked, giggling evilly as he hold her chin up. "It is enough to ruin his gang's entire existence."

Not even in your dreams oldy!

"Besides I am in the mood to play, it's been a while since I have done that."

Been a while means just four days she had killed an innocent family out of fun.

DaeJung didn't pay her any attention and went away from the basement, his foot clicking on the stairs as he gets out of the basement after giving a warning.

"Stay out of trouble."

You're in the trouble DaeJungie.... let's wait for my leader's wrath.

AeChan laughs, clicking her nails on her arms where they were folded on her chest, and stares at the unconscious Samin with a smirk.

"Jeon, you say?" She speaks without leaving her eyes from Samin's lifeless body, directing it at her guards.

"Yes, Miss AeChan" the head guard replied.

She walked around the place, her heels clicking as she looks around with unfocus eyes filled with thoughts of no good and ruining lives only.

"A birdie told me his leader has a lover?" She stops as she glances behind her shoulder with an evil grin.

Shit.

"Yes, Kim Taehyung. Used to work on a club as a prostitute" the guard informed further.

AeChan laughs, mocking as she shakes her head. "Such a cheap mafia now planned to kill me? Who fooled around with a prostitute?" She starts laughing more, throwing her head back and clapping her hand, getting amused at the audacity.

[A/N: It's all fictional remember. I am not disrespecting them <33 ]

"This will be fun, gosh!" She wipes the tear from the corner of her eyes from laughing hysterically.

"Love really is blind" she comments with a chuckle.

"It will be so much fun to tear them apart, god! Just imagine the state of the so-called Jeon! He will be devastated" she enjoys this amusement way too much and bask in her overconfident ness.

She walked towards the chair, turning and elegantly sitting on the chair, gracefully starts smoking, the cloud surrounding her form as she tilts her head, a wide grin close to smug smirk was dancing around her mouth.

"Kill the lover"

Samin tried hard not to react, his forehead formed a frown, luckily his head was down so when he in surprise open his eyes it was unseen.

Shit shit! This was not in the plan! Fuck! Jeon's lover wasn't in the plan!

He started panicking.

Trapped.

So the situation now is that;

Two big mafias, Kim and Jeon combining one and the demonic siblings—arrogant and overconfident, equally intelligent and powerful, cleverly throwing their cards and attacking one another, thinking what they have left and are doing will make them win yet not one of them realize that they both are trapped—trapped in each other's shell, getting deeper the longer they take time into their imaginary winning, not realizing the power of other, the plans of the other.

The intentions of the other.

And now in between this, the one who is innocent will get harm, the one who will have no say in that will be put as a bait—as a sacrifice.

More innocent lives will be taken by the hands of demonic siblings without mercy but this time...

The person will be Jeon's lover, his petal.

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Taehyung is in danger~

Is this exciting enough? How do you like this chapter? Let me know!

Love you so much! See you next time, my bunnies! ♡♡♡♡

~bunnies~