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A gruff groan rumbled at the back of his throat and Jimin pulled the cell phone away from his ear, he had been trying to contact the raven head for the past 8 hours yet there was no response. The sun was near to kiss the edge of Earth and Jimin was annoyed by the situation at hand.

"You are so dead Kim Taehyung, if I find you snoring with yet another whore, I will kill you" Jimin huffed and flung the cell phone over the passenger seat gripping his hair. The sleek Porsche stopped in the clearing in front of the villa he knows all too well, the blonde head slid out shoving the door shut, and he took long strides towards the double door. To his surprise, he found it open.

"What the fuck is this left unlocked?"

This brought lines of worry to caress his forehead, and Jimin rushed past the doors into the house.

"Kim Taehyung?" He called out to find no response. The silence only bit him in the gut brimming with worry. "Where the hell are you?" He grumped annoyed. "For fuck sake, I am not in the mood for your silly games, get your ass out here this very minute-" His steps chained back and words slipped down his throat as his eyes met with the figure sprawled against the floor. A towel hung loosely around Taehyung's torso while he lay there completely unaware of the cell phone beeping against the tabletop nearby.

The blonde pulled his cell phone away from his ear, disconnecting the call "Oh, fucking shit"

Jimin quickly shoved his phone into his pocket and hurried to Taehyung, slipping his strong arms around his unconscious form. He lifted the male's limp body, carrying him to the bed. Laying him down gently, Jimin immediately checked for signs of life—his fingers pressed against Taehyung's throat, feeling for a pulse, then checking his breath. A sigh of relief escaped him when he felt the steady rise and fall of the raven head's chest.

"Good that you are not dead, because I am here to kill you only" He mumbled slipping the raven head into the sheets and dressed the unconscious.

Exhausted and confused, Jimin plopped into a nearby chair, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of the situation. Nothing was adding up, but there was little he could do now but wait.

Still trying to figure out what had knocked the raven head out so hard, Jimin brought a lemon sliced up from the kitchen, assuming it was likely due to excessive alcohol intake, he squeezed the citrus fruit, letting the sour juice drip into his mouth. Taehyung flinched, his body instinctively reacting, his eyes moving rapidly beneath his closed lids. Jimin rolled his eyes, unimpressed by the lack of a proper response, and squeezed harder, emptying the rest of the lemon juice into Taehyung's mouth.

Taehyung groaned, his face contorting from the sharp taste, and his eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused. Jimin smirked, tossing the spent lemon aside. "Welcome back, you idiot" he muttered under his breath, watching the raven head slowly come to his senses.

"Ugh~ what the fuck" Taehyung shivered to the sour taste knocking his senses back in place while he choked and coughed to ease the bitterness in his throat. "What are you doing here and what did you put in my mouth?"

"My Cum, liked it?" With an eye roll, the blonde responded.

"Ugh~ It was sweet the last time I checked, why so sour now, have you been high on lemons or what?" Of course, he was never serious about anything.

"You might want to take a look at your cell phone and then decide whose getting high"

Jimin's voice was dangerously low, filled with an edge that sent a shiver down Taehyung's spine. Without a second thought, Taehyung reached for his phone in a panic. His fingers fumbled as he quickly unlocked the screen, dreading what he might find.

166 calls and 392 texts. All from JIMIN!

The raven head gulped nervously, his eyes darting toward the blonde, who stood there pinching the bridge of his nose, his gaze sharp and annoyed. Taehyung let out an awkward laugh, "Hehe..."

But before he could say anything more, the pitiful sound only seemed to ignite Jimin's anger further. In a flash, the blonde shot up from his chair, his patience completely gone. Reaching out, he grabbed the former by the neck with surprising force and slammed him back onto the mattress.

The impact knocked the air from the raven head's lungs, his heart racing as the other loomed over him, eyes blazing with fury. "Do you think this is funny?" Jimin growled through gritted teeth, his grip firm around Taehyung's throat as he pressed him into the bed, leaving no room for escape. "Do you have any idea how fucking worried you got me there? Bitch dares to laugh huh?"

"I- I can explain"

"Oh you will, or I'mma skin ya alive" Jimin huffed in frustration and pulled his hand back, he stepped away from the bed. With a low growl, he threw himself into the chair, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, his brows furrowed in irritation. He watched expecting an explanation, clearly trying to calm himself, though the tension still radiated from him like a storm waiting to break.

The raven head rubbed his sore neck, stealing a cautious glance at Jimin. His brother's anger wasn't something to take lightly. Gulping, Taehyung shifted awkwardly on the bed, his mind racing.

He coughed again—this time more dramatically, hoping to grab Jimin's attention. But Jimin remained silent, his face set in stone. Desperate to break the icy silence, Taehyung finally muttered, "Jimin... it's not what you think, I do bring my playthings once in a while but I never skip reporting" His voice was meek, betraying the nerves bubbling inside him.

"Tell that to Namjoon and then you'll know whose more loyal to their desires"

"Just listen to me first" Taehyung raised his hands in defense, his tone calm. Jimin fell silent, his eyes fixed on Taehyung, waiting for an explanation. "If you're thinking I passed out because I was drinking, that's not it," Taehyung said quickly. The blonde arched an eyebrow, not convinced. "Someone broke into my house last night."

Jimin's angry expression shifted to concern. "What do you mean, broke in? A thief?"

Taehyung hesitated, then glanced at the empty half of the bed, where in his mind, he could still picture the girl lying there. "I think it was someone hired to rescue her"

Jimin's brows knitted more in confusion. "Her? Who? Taehyung... don't tell me you still had her! I told you to stop this and focus on your work. What's wrong with you? You've never been like this!"

"Jimin" Taehyung interrupted, his voice quieter. "I know okay, I just-..." His words got lost in a sigh.

Jimin sighed, rolling his eyes in frustration. "Keep your head straight, and maybe you'll stop getting caught up in stupid stuff like this." He shoved the left half a lemon in front of Taehyung's face, making him look up. "Looks like you're still feeling the alcohol" he muttered.

The raven head rolled his eyes hard and slapped Jimin's hand away. "I'm not hungover, Jimin. Back off"

"If you don't believe me, check this out" Taehyung pointed to his neck, where the skin was slightly red. Jimin frowned and gently touched the area. "The girl injected me with something, man. She beat me into a pulp, can't you see?"

"She? Injected? I thought you had her captured" Jimin said, confused.

"Not my Cherry, Jimin. The one who came to take her."

Jimin's eyebrow shot up at the word 'my' but he frowned at the rest. "Who the hell would be dumb enough to mess with us?" he grumbled.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. She took my baby girl too" Taehyung pouted, frustration etched across his face. Jimin rolled his eyes and glanced around the room, his gaze landing on something peeking out from under the bed. Tilting his head, he got a glimpse of black metal shining, a gun, lying on the carpet. It didn't look like any ordinary weapon.

Curious, he picked it up, turning it over in his hands. His frown deepened until he recognized the unique structure of the weapon in hand. His eyes went wide as he stared at the gun.

"It was Raven herself, the rescuer" The room went quiet as the two pairs of eyes were stuck to the cold silent gun resting over the blonde's open palm.

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Cherry stood on the balcony, the buzz of college vibrating around her ears. Her eyes lost in the fog that swallowed the world below. The past few days felt surreal, like scenes from a movie playing out in real life. She sighed, her thoughts swirling as she stared into the cold, empty haze. The raven head and the mysterious masked savior lingered in her mind, their faces etched into her thoughts, refusing to let go. Everything felt like a blur, but their presence was the one thing she couldn't shake.

New mysterious characters piled up in her life like a climax of a twisted fate. Who were they? What did she mean to them? Were they nothing more than just mere strangers? But the way they behaved couldn't be just a coincidence.

I wonder if I would see them again... him. Would I see him again?

The shiver ran down her spine curling the knobs in the way.

He has no reason to find me again, he shouldn't! Still what if he did... But, I don't want him to come to me. Do I?

The thought left a chilling adrenaline to push through her veins. It was odd to feel such a thrill in a hysterical situation. Yet, she was one to do so.

But he does appear, will she come to save me again?

I saved your ass solely for what your father paid me if you want to thank a saint thank your father, 'cause believe me I wouldn't even care if you were taking your last in front of me.

Of course not! How foolish of me to think otherwise. They were strangers alone, nothing more.