I strongly urge you to listen to this while you read the chapter. I had this song on repeat while I was writing and got WAY too in my feelings 😂

Somewhere in Seoul

4:15 pm

"Boss, there's activity around the southeast warehouse."

"The Vipers again?"

"No sir, this time it looks like one of The Anarchists."

"How fun! Send Shadow to me immediately."

"Of course, sir."

The Boss sunk into his chair, feeling like a king on a throne.  And in his territory, he was.  Praised and worshipped by his people, or at least he was in his mind.  In reality, he was feared.  Fake admiration and praise thrown in his face by his own "loyal subjects".

The Boss feared none, but all feared him. Keeping the civilians in his territory on lock down like some caged animals, wishing to be free but having no power. How could they? Any who tried to oppose him were cut down immediately, never to be seen again.

But he loved it this way. He got off on it.

"You called for me?" The one named Shadow said and closed the door, standing attentively in front of his boss.

"The Anarchists are back in our territory. Track the one who raided our warehouse and bring him to me. Alive."

"Will do."

The Boss smiled sadistically, rising from his chair to stand over the one named Shadow. "Of course you will because you know exactly what will happen if you don't. I don't care if you are my blood."

Shadow held himself back from stabbing the man standing over him and instead kept his poker face, acting like his words didn't faze him. "Of course." The Boss seemed displeased but shooed him off regardless. Shadow balled his fists, trying to control his rapidly growing anger.

Oh, the Boss would get what's coming to him. By his own hands.

He'll make sure of it.

✖️✖️✖️

Falling.

He was falling.

In every sense of the word.

Currently he was falling to the floor, luckily having put his hands in front of him to cushion the blow. The ravenette had lost focus as he was dancing by himself in his studio, having missed a step and tumbled to the floor.

He laid on the wooden floor, feeling exhausted even though he's only been dancing for 2 hours.  The weight of everything crashing down upon his tired body, making his head spin. 

He was falling.

Falling for a certain silver haired psychologist with a calm head, a sweet personality and a comfortable aura.  A man that always made him feel like he mattered and his opinion was valid.  A man that never pressured him to do anything and put his needs before his own.  

The silver haired psychologist was a breath of fresh air.  He had his shit together, always smelled good, and was great in bed.  He never failed to give Jungkook at least one mind-blowing orgasm before he even thought of tending to his own needs.  He was a good man. He was good for him.  He was everything Jungkook could ask for and more. 

He was falling.

Falling for the actions of a certain dark haired tattoo artist with a terrible temper.  His constant mood changes gave him whiplash but it also kept him on his toes.  He never knew what to expect when they were together.  Would they fight or would they flirt?  Would they stay mad at each other or would they feed into that everlasting desire to have each other?

The dark haired tattoo artist was like a mystery to Jungkook and that intrigued him. He wanted to uncover every last one of his dirty secrets, no matter how long it took him.  He wanted to continue where they left off, when he was pinned against the wall ready to give everything to him.  But he was bad. He wasn't good for him.  He would only hurt Jungkook and that thought alone should make him run away.  But for once, he didn't want to listen to his intuition.

He was fucked, is what he was.

He had feelings for two men at the same time, twins even.  He never envisioned himself as a cheater, was always disgusted by them.  So he had to be honest with both of them at the same time, same place. Could he lose both of them by doing this? Yes. But he was willing to take that chance. 

With the thought of "a little honesty and communication goes a long way" he picked himself off the floor.  He still felt lightheaded but as he pressed play and the music flooded his veins, he felt reborn.  He twirled around the room, bending back to do a graceful flip in time with the music.

The voices were getting quieter in his head now, letting him focus once again. He only had one thought now. 

He would tell them the truth and do whatever it takes to keep both of them in his life.

Yo the boss is such a bitch frfr

What's your theory on Shadow and the Boss?

Anyway as always,

Love you all! Peace out, beauties 💕

~ Emerald 💚