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𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭

18. Blood Scented

Author P.O.V

Beyol slipped into a red satin dress, falling just above knees, dress's whine red color contrasting with beyol's caramel- honey skin, jet black raven hair that she had dyed after last night's meeting, resting shining on her shoulder, red butterfly-gem bided hairclip placed elegantly on the left half of her side-parted hair, matching tinny red gem earrings, simple silver chain around her neck, with red and silver veiny bracelet and a few plain silver rings.

She wore her shiny red stilettoes, when jimin in similar perfectly parted hair, crisp red silk shirt tucked elegantly on his tiny waist in black formal pants with channel Belt, black and golden channel tie hanging loosely around his collar, sleeves half folded, polished shoes tapping on the white marble.

"You look gorgeous, beyol" jimin smiled softly.
"You look handsome yourself"beyol complimented back fixing his hair that was loosely hanging above his eyebrow.

Beyol and jimin made their way into the living room where namjoon sat with taehyung, some weapons laid in front of them.
"Here" namjoon stood up towards jimin handing him a black shinny pistol with holster, "it's special silent, no one would hear if you needed to use it..and beyol tie this blade around your thigh" namjoon handed beyol a blade.
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Beyol and jimin stood in front of a white mansion, sun was setting, dark clouds had started to cover the sky.

Jimin linked his hands with beyols, elegantly striding towards the grand entrance, royal staircase leading to the big mahogany door, two guards on both sides of the staircase and door, just before them the door was opened for a couple, for the last time they took a reassuring glance at each other, eyes blinking and smiling confidently, ready to slay.

The Mahogany door opened for them, revealing richness of upper-class, more like blood scented money, maroon carpet spread in the center, with a tower of flowers being on pyramid of champagne, black and white sparkly tiles, golden dim lights giving comforting view to eyes, grand crystal chandelier, butler serving around colorful drinks, classical orchestra playing on a small stage, on the left was an open bar, men and women of around there age gossiping and sipping.

It was a party arranged by no other, The Red's youngest heir, he had returned from The States after fifteen years, completing his education, His elder brother, Hyunjin, was the boss right now, who had Myra and yoongi captative, but the organizer of the party is also Hyunjin's right hand, he might not be in Korea but he had knowledge of everything happening to everyone happening. To The Phantom's Luck he had a flaw, he was good at people's names, but when it comes to faces, woahla, baby boy is a bit lost.

His name, Haneul.

Haneul is a living definition of rich brats, alcohol, girls, blood, laying on daddy's money, what do you expect more from a brat coming from a background like his. Never having someone like a mother to guide, their dad was always busy playing dirty games, it was known he had hand in human trafficking and selling of little girls, which now Hyunjin was taking care of after his father. You must be thinking What about The Phantoms? They are mafia bosses after all? right? 

Yes, but they have a class, an elegance, a legacy to live by. This did do all the dirty but exploiting human value. This was the main reason they are still at the top like their ancestors.

Beyol and Jimin had removed their hallmark, bat necklace, otherwise, anyone would recognize them at first glance.

After entering the hall they had parted ways, Jimin went on a Red velvet sofa after grabbing a glass of champagne from where he had the full view of The open bar, where Beyol stood, sipping on her whine.

Jimin was quickly surrounded by many daddy's princesses giggling at his charms, giving the act, natural cover.

Not very soon the talk of the night, entered the hall, his eyes just like his brother's cat-like,  raven black hair, shining in the light, Silver shirt, and black pants, to be honest, he was a looker.

Beyol kept her eyes at haneul's eye waiting for eye contact, to catch the cat, haneul sat a little ahead of jimin, surrounded by his friends and girls, not very long after, the cat was in the cage.

Beyol stood at the bar, flirty smirk on her cherry thin lips, twirly with her hair every now and then with the elegance jin had trained her with. Haneul's eyes never leaving her, soon he dismissed the girls and guys around himself, alerting jimin to his seat.

Beyol saw everyone leaving Haneul's side, it was her lead to move to him, turning to the bartender, she asked for two classic whiskeys as the bartender handed her, she moved her right hand's forefinger in one of the glasses, she dipped in the liquid releasing a blue diffuser in his drink from her nail paint.

moving towards the cat in the cage, swaying her hips, she handed the spiked drink that would sway him quickly, sitting exactly next to him. Her exposed thigh almost touched his.

"Hey" she spoke angelically, eyelashes batting.

"hey, butterfly" she internally cringed at the nickname.

"you are more eye-pleasing than everyone said to be" she chimed

"I can please much more, princess"

"it will be a long night" she cut straight to the point internally puking at the nicknames he was shitting, unable to tolerate his shit.

"I can make the long night adventure night" he spoke slipping his hand on her thigh, chugging the whole glass at once, making beyol wide-eyed a little.

she stood up swaying her hip near his face, jimin on the other hand hissed at the extent at she was going, 

beyol slipped her fingers with his leading towards the hotel rooms,

she clung to his arm all the way to a room, she made a mental note take a 3-hour long disinfectant bath after this was over.

Jimin followed them after watching them leave the hall, and counting till 20, and excused himself.

Just as Haneul opened the door beyol pinned haneul to the wall looking dead in the eye,

"you are one of the phantoms aren't you" hanuel spoke.

"Took you long enough kid" jimin chimed entering the room.

"jimin, park jimin" haneul breathed out as he met jimin's gaze.

"Why did your brother kidnap yoongi?" beyol questioned quickly.

Myra's kidnapping was explanatory as every boss on the ground wanted to marry her but why yoongi?

"no reason, just to tease seokjin" he smirked shamelessly.

"what will be your next step?"

he didn't answer

 "answer us as long as I am asking nicely" she spoke through her teeth. griping his throat digging her nails in his neck.

"This is nice?"Haneul choked out, tear filling his eye's corner.

Jimin rested himself on the bed, leaning his wait on both his arms, he understood shit was going down.

beyols finger reached to the hair clip in her hair, making a click sound, pulling a needle, jeret's eyebrows frowned, but widened when he noticed the needle reaching his neck.

Beyol pushed the needle in one of the veins in his neck, releasing the drug, within seconds drug diffused with jeret's blood he collapsed.

Beyol turned towards jimin, who had his eyes on the clock on the wall, "5 minutes", beyol nodded.

The answer haneul gave through tears was unexpected, jimin and beyol rushed out of the venue, meeting with a damp and moist environment, it had rained a little, but still signaling it was yet to rain to the core, usually wet smell of ground smelled blood scented.