Secrecies.
Deaths.
Truths.
Deceptions.
Obsession.
Marriage.
Falling in love.
Will Kim Taehyung and Kim Seokjin live through it all and find love in a dangerous world they are living in? [TAEJIN MAFIA-INSPIRED FANFICTION.]
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When Danger Falls I...
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EIGHT HELL OF A FIRE
SEOKJIN
Taehyung and I were still on the dance floor, swaying to the sensual rhythms of the song and getting lost in the moment as we looked at each other eye to eye --- saying nothing at all.
His eyes were predatory; the softness on the edges could not hide the dangerous glint shining in those orbs like daggers.
It was the eyes of someone who would kill anyone in cold blood.
I trembled in the slightest as a shiver ran underneath my skin.
"What's wrong?" Taehyung murmured in his deep and husky voice, his gaze so intense as he scanned my face.
"Nothing," I quipped and looked away, the heat on my cheeks extending down to my neck.
"You're so red right now," he pointed out close to my ear. I hissed in annoyance as he chuckled lowly, "You're so adorable."
I didn't want to appear adorable.
It wasn't on my agenda.
But fuck it, I felt the tips of my ears burned in shame as well.
I tried to free myself again in his arms when the song finally ended and a new one started playing, but he was still holding me in place with no plans of letting me go. Everyone's eyes were still on us. I groaned out in frustration, as I could not ignore the blatant and curious stares in our direction any longer. I was partially grateful when I noticed no one was taking photos or videos of us, but I was not entirely sure. Furthermore, I deemed it like I was cheating on Tim, although I was 'cheating' on him with my fiancé.
We fell into another rhythm for a minute or two when I began to notice the people around us buzzing and looking at their phones, their faces worried and anxious.
"What's going on?" I asked, at the same time Taehyung's phone pinged from his pocket.
He let me go and took out his phone, read the message and said curtly, "Come."
"Why? What happened?" I pressed on while Taehyung led the way to the club's exit as I followed behind.
