"Out. In 10 seconds." Taehyun muttered out at the two burly guys in the small room.
It was dimly lit, that too with red.
Taehyun's favourite color.
"Or what?" The bald guy sneered.
"Or he kills you in 10 seconds. So...any last wishes?",said Yeonjun, as he walked in and stood beside Taehyun, one hand in his pocket and the other swirling the small silver dagger.
The men huffed out annoyingly as they went out. Not before giving a snarled look at Taehyun.
"Hyung, I've told you not to take Acrisse" said Taehyun, eyeing the dagger in Yeonjun's hands.
Everytime they go on a sweep, Yeonjun manages to snatch Acrisse with him, because in his words, it's "tiny but lethal", even though it was from Park Beom-seok's old collection. Even if Taehyun safe-locks it, Yeonjun breaks the lock with a wisp and shoves away the dagger.
But Taehyun had to admit. Yeonjun had made more kills with Acrisse than with any gun. Yeonjun was lethal with it, during close combat. One never knows when he was going to get cut. Because handling Acrisse was easy. It was swift, sharp.
But the one who wielded her the most was even more so.
Yeonjun chuckled.
"Oh come on, Tae. You know I love her."
Taehyun shook his head.
"So who's gonna get Jackson?" He asked.
"I will. You chill out. Who knows, the other guys asked for someone. Could be a treat." Yeonjun winked at his last comment.
Taehyun gave him a disapproving look as he settled himself in the red leather couch in the room.
"Hyung."
Yeonjun turned back on Taehyun's call.
"Be careful."
Yeonjun smiled and twirled Acrisse in his slender fingers.
"I've got her with me. Don't worry."
And with that he went away.
Taehyun stared at the glass of Champagne atop the table in front.
Park Beom-seok, his infamous father, he remembered, had not touched a single drop of alcohol his entire life. Sometimes he would remind Taehyun that his success was attributed on this notion. Every party he threw, his father drank nothing but water. Plain water.
In the end, water had killed him.
Park Beom-seok was found drowned in the Han river. Some had called it suicide. Some murder.
Whatever it was, Park Beom-seok had died that day. The sole responsibility of a vast illegal kingdom, under the covers of jewel business. Taehyun, during some moments, thinks about what would have happened if he hadn't been the illegitimate son.
Right now, Taehyun stopped thinking about it, because he knows he could go wayward and into nightmares. He had had enough of that for one week.
He leaned forward to grab the tall glass of Champagne, and crossed his leg over the other.
"Happy Birthday, Father." He muttered out a toast and tilted the glass a little, as he gulped down the golden sparkling liquid.
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"Two guys?!" Beomgyu screamed out and San almost threw his bottle of soju.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me!"
San sighed,"They want a lap dance too."
Beomgyu gaped at him in horror.
"I'm gonna have a talk with Jackson hyung."
San quickly grabbed him by the back of the collar.
"Woah woah. Hold up. Hyung's in a talk."
"With a hot guy. Like really hot guy. Blonde hair and damn Gucci shoes." San added.
Beomgyu rolled his eyes.
"I don't know HOW to give a lap dance!!"
San chuckled.
"Do you want me to show you?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Beomgyu shoved his face away and stormed out of the bar.
On the way he met up with Bambam, the so -called chief stylist at Papillon.
A guy from Thailand who came to the club using the strangest ways. When once asked about his journey from his homeland to Korea, Beomgyu and San had to endure two hours of Bambam's memoir of his travels on his rich brother's yatch and how he had managed to survive only on tuna and sea biscuits.
Beomgyu had sworn he had met a better bluffmaster than Jackson that day. He was Jackson's right hand man, and had the most atrocious styling sense that somehow managed to work out in the end.
"What are you doing here?! Why are you not in Room 04?!" He shouted.
Before Beomgyu could open his mouth, Bambam shoved him to his room and handed him over the silver dresspiece hanging in the closet.
"Here. Dress up and be there in two minutes."
Beomgyu sighed as he went away.
Well here goes nothing.
Again.
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The red dim light of the room was very welcomed by Taehyun.
It was his favourite color after all.
In every context.
He suddenly heard a knock, and out of instinct his hand went straight to the gun in his pocket.
Then he mused. Oh yes, could be the escort.
"Come in." He said, as he smoothed his hands swiftly down his Armani suit.
The door opened.
And Taehyun's heart stopped for a second.
Everything around him paused for one single second.
At the doorstep, was a man not more than his own age, clad in a silver dress shirt, with the top three buttons undone, hanging to his left shoulder, his pearly collarbones in full view. He wore grey dresspants, accentuating his long legs. His long pink fingers clutching on to the white faux fur coat resting between his forearms. His eyes piercing as ever, silver contacts, reminding him so much of Acrisse, her penetrative power alike. There was a tad amount of glitter on his cheeks and collarbones, also gloss on his rosy lips. His supple neck lined by a diamond studded choker.
A homme fatale, if looks could kill.
Damask was no match for the gem in front of him, mused Taehyun.
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I have no frickin idea where this is going...
It seems I am not feeling well healthwise. I want to take a break but my mind gets clouded with ideas so its like I have zero options other than to write it down.
Y'all stay safe. Stay happy
