Dancing with danger

chapter 2

Authors pov

Taehyung lounged on his bed, his intense gaze fixed on the laptop screen as his slender fingers flew across the keyboard. The soft knock on the door broke his concentration. "Enter," he said, his low, smooth voice a gentle command.

Kai, a tall, chiseled-featured man, stepped inside, capturing Taehyung's attention for a fleeting moment. "What's up, Kai?" Taehyung asked, his eyes already drifting back to his laptop.

"Scorpio reached out, boss," Kai replied, his deep voice firm, as he approached the bed but halted mid-room, his eyes locked on Taehyung.

"When can I expect the goods to arrive?" Taehyung inquired, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen.

"Tonight, sir," Kai responded promptly.

Taehyung nodded, his fingers continuing to type away. "Summon the team to convene at the headquarters by 3 pm. Are any members present at the moment?"

"No, sir," Kai replied. "Only Chin-sun and I are available."

Taehyung's gaze shifted to his phone on the bedside table. "What is the estimated arrival time of Namjoon-hyung's flight?"

"Approximately 4:45 pm, sir," Kai answered. "He should arrive at the mansion between 5 and 5:30 pm."

"Very well," Taehyung said. "Notify Sunnie to collect Min from school. I shall depart in 20 minutes."

"Understood, sir," Kai replied, departing after receiving a nod of dismissal from Taehyung.

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At the headquarters,

five young men congregated in a spacious yet austere room. The walls, painted a plain white, bore no decorations, and the only furnishings consisted of three couches: two cabriole sofas and a love seat. Three individuals occupied one cabriole, while the remaining two sat on the other.

"Kai, what is the meaning of this?" one of the men inquired, his voice tinged with annoyance. "You informed us that the meeting was scheduled for 3 pm, and now it's already 3:10. You've disrupted my rest for no apparent reason."

The speaker, of average stature, possessed a countenance that could be perceived as intimidating at first glance. However, despite his scowling expression, his features conveyed a certain endearing quality.

"Just shut the hell up, Yoongi. Boss specifically told me to make sure everyone was here by 3 PM, so calm the fuck down," Kai snapped, his voice low and cutting as he turned to glare at Yoongi.

Yoongi, unfazed, gave him a slow once-over, his smirk sharp enough to draw blood.

Kai's jaw clenched. "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Before the tension could crackle into something more dangerous, a taller man stepped in, his tone firm but calm. "That's enough. Both of you." His glare, sharp and authoritative, landed on Yoongi just as he began pulling a gun from his holster. "And put the damn gun down before you do something you'll regret."

Yoongi hesitated, the weight of the man's words making his smirk falter. With a scoff, he shoved the weapon back into place, but his eyes never left Kai.

"God, you two are exhausting," the man sitting next to Yoongi groaned, leaning back in his chair. "Can't we get through one meeting without all this dram—"

He was cut off by the sound of measured footsteps.

"You all can't even keep quiet for five minutes, can you?" The deep voice sliced through the room like a blade.

All eyes turned as Taehyung entered, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, every movement deliberate and dripping with authority. His gaze swept across the room, unimpressed by the chaos before him.