Who's the devil ?

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Warning : Mature content 

"Humm" 

In the quiet serenity of Seoul's summer night, Taehyung's apartment was filled with a soft moans, golden glow from the city lights filtering through his sheer curtains. 

Taehyung arched his back while trying to take in the the mass of flesh above him. on his bed, the sheets tangled around him as he drifts into pleasure, holding it tightly. 

"Enjoying that Babe!" the soft whisper resonated deep in his ears. 

Taehyung opened his eyes, tender, passionate, kissed were peppered on his neck and around his collabore. Filled with emotions, Taehyung caressed the well defined muscles hovering over him, letting out soft humms and moans. the reciprocated touch was gentle yet electrifying. 

"I miss you" 

Taehyung's hand moved cautiously, interacting delicately with the lacet of his loose pant. His fingers moved over the fabric, tracing his hard organ. 

the phone pierces the tranquility of his actions with its insistent ringing, the dream abruptly shatters as Taehyung, startled, fumbles for the device on his nightstand, his heart still echoing the sensations from the dream. 

Taehyung's consciousness stirred, gently awakening to the realization that the images of Jungkook, once vivid in his mind, were nothing more than fleeting illusions. As the dream slowly dissolved, the lines between reality and reverie blurred, leaving Taehyung in a state of ephemeral confusion. The phantom touch of Jungkook's presence lingered briefly before dissipating into the recesses of his subconscious, leaving him alone in the quiet embrace of the night.

"Hello?" Taehyung murmurs, his eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the screen.

On the other end of the line, a familiar voice – Sung Ryung's – reaches his ears. 

***

Under the delicate lights that dangled like stars, Mr. Choi and Jimin followed by Hyojoo, their laughter resonating with an air of victory, made their grand entrance into the restaurant. Their presence was magnetic, drawing the attention of those around them. They took their seats with an air of confidence, fully accustomed to the luxurious surroundings.

In contrast, Hyojoo, was captivated by the opulence of the restaurant. Her eyes wandered, and she marveled at the celestial-like lights above, the golden table, and the plush green velvet chairs. 

"You did great Job Jimin! I must say I am really impressed!" Mr. Choi laughter ringing in the air

His eyes sparkled with triumph as he spoke, his voice carrying an air of confidence. 

"To victories and new beginnings," he declared, his words a testament to the success he believed was within their grasp. Jimin chimed in, his grin mirroring Mr. Choi's enthusiasm, and together they clinked glasses ignoring Hyojoo's presence. 

In the midst of their celebration, a moment of tension hung in the air as Hyojoo spoke up, a note of feeling neglected in her voice. She broke the silence, her words carrying a hint of bitterness as she tried to reassert her presence. 

"Indeed, we were all part of this after all," she declared, causing both Jimin and Mr. Choi to suddenly remember her existence.

Jimin, who had been quick to react, turned to Hyojoo, his voice laced with a touch of sarcasm. 

"Yes, indeed, you are the one who sent the photographs after all," 

he stated, his words pointedly addressing her role in their scheme. 

"But pardon me, Hyojoo noona, why would you do that to Taehyung?" His question hung in the air, emphasizing the breach of trust that had occurred.

Hyojoo averted her gaze, her eyes darting nervously around the restaurant, and she let out a sigh, grappling with her decision. 

In her stead, Mr. Choi chose to respond, his tone filled with a calculated rationale. 

"Because of money!" he explained, casting a knowing glance at Hyojoo. 

"Didn't you see how her eyes lit up at the entrance of the restaurant? She, too, desires money and power !"

Mr. Choi leaned back, studying Jimin with a calculating look. 

"But what about you, Jimin? As long as I remember, your father was friends with the Jeons, and so are you !" he remarked, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Jimin's eyes hardened with determination as he replied, 

"My father may have been friends with the Jeons, but Mrs. Jeon did him wrong. She only used him when her husband was alive, and now she despises me because we come from a lower social class." 

His words held a mixture of resentment and defiance, revealing the deep-seated grudge he held against Mrs. Jeon. 

The fancy restaurant seemed to amplify the tension in the air as their conversation delved further into the complexities of their intertwined pasts.

"What about Jungkook " Hyojoo spoke suddenly. 

Jimin shook his head, his admission sending shockwaves through the small group. 

"I am in love with Jungkook," 

he confessed, revealing the underlying motive for his actions. Mr. choi and Hyojoo's eyes locked on him, a collective sense of surprise washing over them, as the fancy restaurant bore witness to the unraveling of their secrets and desires.

***

In the pulsating heart of the club, Jungkook stood amidst the chaos, his senses overwhelmed by the deafening music that reverberated through the air. Bodies moved around him, their forms glistening with sweat in the dim, colorful lights. The sharp scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mingling with the energetic beats that shook the floor.

Despite the vibrant atmosphere, Jungkook remained aloof, nursing his drink as he refused every attempt at conversation. His eyes, clouded with thoughts, scanned the club without focus, lost in the whirlwind of the place, his eyes caught sight of Joong ki. 

"Minionnnn" Jungkook cried swaying slightly as he made his way towards Joong ki

"You are here to report to the villain Mi.NI.ON..ON" Jungkook leaned on Joong ki, his movements were clumsy and uncoordinated.

"Let's get you Home Mr. Jeon" Joong ki spoke firmly trying to take the drink from Jungkook.

"I bet you told her about Taehyung and me MINION!" Jungkook chuckled, fighting to maintain his balance.

"I kn..I know you.. HHAHAHAAHA you had an eye on me " Jungkook spoke, his words slurred and laced with anger spilled out, fueled by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Jungkook's eyes, glazed with intoxication, bore into Joong ki's with a mix of confusion and ire. The noise of the club seemed to fade away momentarily, drowned out by the intensity of his emotions. Jungkook's drunken demeanor only heightened the tension in the air as he grappled with his inner turmoil, his words a reflection of the chaos within him.

"does she know about us?" Jungkook's words hung in the air, surprisingly clear and sober amidst the haze of alcohol. 

He fixed Joong ki with an intense, searching gaze, his question cutting through the noise of the club.

"have you told her Minion ? " he asked, his voice steady

"I didn't"