Supremacy || Taekook

55

"Taehyung, I'm glad to receive a call from you. What does this great honor mean to me, so late at night?"

The network leader gently gritted his teeth, and took a small breath, sitting on a chair at his dining table.

"Kang-Dae. Good evening." he breathed.

The blond was at home, in the middle of his living room, seated at a table. It was almost midnight.

"I have something to ask you." He began.

It's been three long days since Jungkook called him. Three long days since the two young men in love had understood Kang -Dae's goal, and each organized themselves separately. They didn't remember, because they knew.

They knew they were going to see each other again very, very soon. It was only a matter of time, a few days, or a week, at most. But if they were both eager. no one could say they didn't have an ounce of fear without lying.

Jungkook was blinded by hatred, possessiveness, and slight apprehension.

Taehyung was much more scared, and his surprise didn't go away. No, since he understood what Kang-Dae wanted, the blond couldn't accept it.

It was as if it had been in front of him all this time, without him paying too much attention to it.

Surely he had hidden his face. He had repeated that to himself often over the past three days. That he was always afraid to understand , because he knew how narrow-minded Kang- Dae was.

"I'm listening to you. Whatever you want, you'll have it." The manor host whispered. in a sincere breath.

Taehyung shivered, and closed his eyelids.

"I would like... You to organize a masked ball."

Both men on the phone knew what the other wanted. And if they both played the game knowing that their interlocutor knew the truth, both of them, it was simply because they had a plan. One plan each, one violent but just, the other immoral and selfish. Even though each goal always has a selfish background.

Because, deep down, selfishness was what gave the supremacy of the most powerful men.

"Do you see that... And we can know why? You always hated my masked balls."

The youngest wore a cold expression, the one that suited him so well.

He thought about his future sentence one last time, to make sure it was the right one to use, before raising his voice.

"I want to see Jungkook again. And I know you won't return it to me outside the mansion. So I want to come."

"And why don't you want to come alone? Why does this require a masked ball. Taehyung?"

The blond knew that Kang-Dae was playing, he heard his smile through the device, and it annoyed him more than he expected. The way they both talked about Jungkook, as if he now belonged to the mansion, could make the network head mad.

"... We both know why."

Having said that was like breaking the fourth wall. The blond hated innuendo. He liked to get straight to the point.

"We're at war, let's stop the formalities, Kang-Dae." Taehyung added.

"I thought you were more subtle. I loved our little game. -You play alone."

Taehyung thought he felt the loss of his interlocutor's smile.

"You become annoying and unpleasant. -Indeed. I defend myself. I'm not a porcelain doll that you can articulate as you please."