Motive is the first step toward either a huge success or a change of life of the same caliber, second on that scale, one could attach whatever fuels them more, it could be either ambition or greed, or simply...dreams.

To Taehyung, besides motive, there was absolutely nothing, no attached desires nor unfulfilled dreams, the fuel he poured on his blazing fire was his favorite brand...strong motive combustibles.

For money was never his aim, albeit he struggled financially growing up as an orphan with only an older brother to seek protection and warmth from, the darkness of those cold nights disappeared quickly when Seokjin shielded his sword and slaughtered poverty, quickly running hand in hand with Taehyung up through stairs laced with comfort for Taehyung, and full of thorns for Seokjin.

Courtesy to the older brother, the younger enjoyed everything a normal boy his age could ever ask for or need, it became harder with time for him to feel different from his peers who had grown between numerous blood relatives at their side.

Success? Fame? He had it all already, he had made a name of his own in a field of his choice and sat enjoying the fruits of his hard work, so with those options being excluded as well, Taehyung's only motive was that unquestionable one he had newly developed a hunger for...revenge.

" Request for an urgent board meeting, I want them here in twenty so organize the rest accordingly" he ordered while marching forward toward his desk, his hands busily taking his vest off his shoulders.

" Sir, it's Saturday, and no one will make it here within twenty minutes considering the jam, not to mention that they may be enjoying quality time somewhere, calling for a meeting suddenly will surely enrage them."

He rested on his chair, leaning to meet the backrest whilst unbuttoning his shirt after having undone the knot of his tie, which seemed to be somehow pressing on his nerves just like the poor assistant standing nervously in front of him.

" Have I made it seem like I was laying down options?" His eyes dug holes in the poor man, the contrast between his gaze and the tone of his calm voice at the borders of bipolarity.

"As you got the point, I'll expect acts", Taehyung added mindlessly not even sparing a look anymore to his assistant, busyness got sparkled with a full spoon of annoyance.

Just like two years played with your balance adding and retrieving between justice and other complicated actions and emotions, this leap in time hasn't only added a few white hairs to his raven black locks that have a deep brownish glow only under brilliant sun rays, the changes that have taken place in his life have been as dramatic as the ones you've gone through, the baroque style and its exuberant details couldn't hold a candle to the richness of the change his life has undergone.

If only on the positive side.

When he left your room that night, forbidding you to touch him any further after he'd sated himself to the brim, after he'd gotten a taste of the forbidden fruit he'd always longed for but was no longer sure it deserved the time he'd dreamed of, Taehyung inwardly made two promises and swore by his pride never to break, the first was the obvious one as the hatred he held only made it more prominent: Revenge and the second was to never give himself absolution.

Multiplying to infinite series of numbers the hatred he has for you, the result would be the amount of loath he has toward himself.

"They're waiting for you in the main conference hall sir"

Seokjin's company started facing serious financial complications after his death, many temporary CEOs sat on the chair but couldn't stay long enough to warm it, and the shareholders were not able to elect a suitable candidate to inherit the main's man position, as a result, the stocks' prices started plummeting which had increased the work of the HR department as letters of resignations kept being handed like some promotional flyers.

A cruise without a captain was always bound to sink, that's a fact.

For the cruise to completely go under and rest deep down in the ocean, a hole somewhere in its carcass is necessary, to dig that hole there was an enraged Taehyung with a plan tailored fashionably, he had measured every inch of it and studied its design to an extent that made him feel like he lived the situation multiple times before it could even occur.

It was when the bank had almost seized the company due to the pile of overdue debts that Taehyung decided to appear from behind the curtains, his role in that theatrical masterpiece was no other but the God of prosperity under the form of the mysterious investor, Kim Taehyung.

The funniest part about this well-written scenario Taehyung created, was that actually, no one knew about his true identity as Seokjin's little brother, and so he decided to keep it going.

The company that was bound to be closed by the bank's issue, came back on track stronger than before, the rich investor had outraged himself in bringing to the table every promising deal in the market, and the flow of money was running smoothly with the help of the magical wellspring Seokjin had dearly cherished when he was still around.

Min Yoongi.

His name alone had a weight that could destroy the underground he considered his ghetto if ever he wanted to. If a country needed a political figure to rule over it, the leader of the underground was Yoongi, and he was a fairly loved and respected one at that, unless we want to talk about the few enemies he had here and there, like Jeon Jungkook for example.

When Taehyung was pondering over the idea of killing Jungkook to bring peace to his brother's soul, Yoongi reached out for him, Taehyung knew about Yoongi's involvement in his brother's life from the files he went through back when he discovered your real colors, he wasn't shocked from the nature of the partnership his brother and Yoongi had albeit the stinky smell coming out from it, he always had a feeling that some skeletons were safely hidden inside Seokjin's wardrobe, but it was a truth he preferred overlooking.

Yoongi was a man of few words but immense cleverness and frightening intelligence, his wit was the cherry on top of the qualities that made out of him a man with full control between his hands, so when he joined Taehyung to begin their sewing session, a statement written in bold fonts announced the end of the game.

The enemies of your enemies are the most loyal friends. Taehyung finally understood the meaning behind this old saying.

Taehyung was still reluctant whether to shake hands with Yoongi or not, he barely knew the man but was still able to sense the danger he radiated from miles away, however, it took him only a few words to convince an angry and powerless Taehyung and knock some sense into his numb brain.

" Revenge is that kind of meal you need to enjoy to the fullest, I'm afraid you won't even take a bite of it with that mindset of yours and the temper you've got, as that heat in your head will cool down in the segregation of some rotten prison way before you could even dig your fork on it."

Three days.

It took Taehyung only three days to call for a meeting with Yoongi, and to reveal the plan he came out with, Yoongi wasn't able to hide his satisfaction upon hearing its details and to show him how much pleased he was, he opened the safe and put the cash inside it into good use for their mutual benefit.

Said like that it may seem like the real investor was Yoongi and Taehyung was only the facade under which he hid, but that wasn't completely the case, half of the money belonged to Seokjin, which makes out of the two men who barely knew each other, partners.

" Without further introductions as I don't want you to lose your time or mine, I need you to clarify why the redevelopment of Mapo Yongsan is on hold, I'm listening"

" Sir, this kind of business involves some political figures as well, they hold the upper hand although the money is in our grip". One of the managers who seemed to have forgotten to button up the middle buttons of his shirt tried to come out with the best explanation he could provide, but his looks were serving everything but professionalism, even less, trustworthiness.

It was an eyesore for Taehyung to start his Saturday looking at old hags who were looking one worst than the other, some with uncombed hair while a few others skipped washing their faces altogether, eye boogers still sitting at the corner of their sleepy eyes, just to reach the last-minute meeting Taehyung decided to hold.

"Listen here, at the end of the month you expect a paycheck as fat as your ass, which I provide without delay, I never once gave you some shit as an excuse to avoid holding up my end in our contract, therefore, I suggest you cut the crap and get the job done", Taehyung leaned forward and propped his arms on the desk as he spat the words directing them toward one of the project managers.

He usually was far from being a despicable jerk, but sometimes is hard even for a calm person like him to maintain his cool when surrounded by a bunch of incompetents and lazy show-offs whose bags were full of empty words.

" I think we need to open the wallet a bit and coat some of those VIPs with a few dollar bills, otherwise obstacles are going to keep appearing blocking our marathon".

Bribing wasn't one of Taehyung's favorite means, yet considering the major block they were facing while losing loads of cash, the option proposed by the female voice coming from the seat located at the rear of the oval table seemed convincing and in its own way, logical.

He could have been taken aback by the blandness of the filthy suggestion had he still been unfamiliar with the darkness that lay beneath the innocent looks you served, but he lost all of his astonishment while peeling your dirtiness a layer after the other until your soul stood naked before his eyes, stained with mold and soil.

" Utter shit! Lady, do you even hear yourself, are you trying to crush this company over our heads? If you don't know what to say you better keep your beautiful lips closed", one of the major shareholders strongly opposed your suggestion.

" I'd rather prefer if you call me by my name sir, and I will appreciate it if you refrain from using degrading words in a formal meeting like this one", you were quick to counterattack with a tone ever so polite and laced with a calm that only enraged the man further.

Taehyung leaned to rest his body on the backrest with his elbow propped over the armrest while his hand rubbed his lips, he was trying his best to cover the smirk that was plastered on his lips, he was eyeing you subtly, while periodically shifting his gaze to look down at the tablet in front of him.

He knew you were a fierce one before the incident that led you to become a rather introverted individual, Seokjin used to proudly rant about your strong personality while talking with his brother about the woman he deeply loved, but he never had the opportunity to witness that dauntlessness of yours relying on his eyes instead of listening to descriptions that he thought held some exaggeration.

Ever since he entered the boardroom and his eyes fell on you, he felt the change in your demeanor that he couldn't point out, he shrugged it off thinking that the hairstyle you opted for was one of the elements that radiated a touch of intimidation mixed with a strength he never thought you owned, the all-black tailored suit you opted for while skipping the dress shirt it came with suited you perfectly, the vest was hugging every curve gloriously while still giving a tempting view on your cleavage, and the red lipstick matched the slicked-back hairstyle that completed the vibes you were going for, 'I'm not here for games' kind of vibe.

"Hmm y/n-ssi, as you seem confident about your idea, I'll give you the green light" Taehyung ignored the older man's opinion altogether, his arms crossed over his chest while scrutinizing you with his sharp gaze, "however, you have only forty-eight hours to bring results to the table", he stood up and walked his way toward you until you felt his arms resting over the edges of your chair, his scent intoxicating your brain a bit more than what you have anticipated, leading you to close your eyes while your brows furrowed, not in discontent but in utter pleasure, " if you fail though, I'll start considering your presence in this boardroom of no use, you do know what it means, don't you?"

You pushed the chair gently and stood up with your head high and back straightened, you locked your gaze with his dark one which made you feel like the clock stopped thickening, and the people around you disappeared for a fraction of a second, it was when you couldn't get a hold on your erratic heartbeats that you decided to take a few steps back to create some distance between your figures, you bowed fully showing him full respect, an action that took him of guards but he hid his reaction very well.

" I'll use every second of the short delay I'm being given wisely, the site manager will give a call to your assistant as soon as the caterpillars resume the digging", the strong confidence that laced your voice irritated him somehow, he didn't wish to see you this way, it was the opposite he was wishing for, he wanted to see you broken and weak even if that meant loss of money caused by the halt of the project, he wished you to fail in your mission and drown in embarrassment.

"Now if you allow me, I'll go get the job done, enjoy the rest of your day".

If you didn't know any better, you could have thought that it was the sound of the rumbling storm that had forced an abrupt halt to your steps before you could reach the doorknob, you were surely frightened by the sound emitted from the natural phenomenon taking place outside the building, it has become linked with memories you fought hard to forget, but it was his loud ordering voice that brought shivers to your body, making the hair on it to stand on an end.

"Stop."

You obliged but you refused to turn around, you were getting anxious, and the dreadful feeling in your stomach grow as his footsteps became louder and clearer as his march toward you continued.

"Everyone is dismissed, the meeting is over" he ordered as he halted his steps only leaving a few inches between your standing figures, "everyone beside you could leave, it seems like we have further details to discuss don't you think?"

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