EXCESSIVE | ᴋᴏᴏᴋᴠ

01

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Kim Taehyung was a name that commanded respect and fear in equal measure. As one of the  richest men in the world, his influence stretched far beyond South Korea, touching every corner of the globe. His business empire was vast, encompassing technology, real estate, and media. Yet, behind the veneer of a successful entrepreneur was a man who was ruthless and uncompromising.

The neon lights of Busan's most exclusive nightclub reflected off the sleek black cars parked outside. Taehyung stepped out of his limousine, his bodyguards forming a protective circle around him. The crowd of partygoers parted like the Red Sea, eyes widening as they recognized the billionaire. Whispers of admiration and envy followed him as he made his way into the club.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric. The club was filled with the city's elite, each vying for a moment of Taehyung's attention. However, he had no interest in mingling. His purpose tonight was business, not pleasure.

In a private room at the back of the club, Kim Seokjin, the CEO of a well-known pharmaceutical company, was nervously waiting. Despite his fame and wealth, Seokjin knew he was nothing compared to Taehyung. The latter had the kind of power that could make or break anyone with a mere word.

Seokjin had been trying to arrange this meeting for months. He needed Taehyung's help to expand his drug distribution network globally. Taehyung's influence and connections were unparalleled, and Seokjin was willing to do whatever it took to secure his assistance.

As Taehyung entered the room, Seokjin stood up hastily, offering a respectful bow. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung merely nodded, his expression unreadable. He took a seat, his gaze cold and calculating. "You have five minutes, Seokjin. Make it worth my time."

Seokjin swallowed hard, his palms sweaty. He launched into his pitch, outlining how their partnership could lead to unprecedented profits. He spoke of potential markets, discreet distribution channels, and the immense demand for their products.

Taehyung listened in silence, his face betraying no emotion. When Seokjin finished, Taehyung leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. "You want me to help you flood the world with drugs, Seokjin? Do you know how much damage that could cause?"

Seokjin's confidence faltered. "I... I understand the risks, but the profits—"

"I'm not interested," Taehyung interrupted, his voice ice-cold. "I won't be a part of this."

Seokjin's desperation was palpable. He had banked everything on this deal. "Please, Mr. Kim. There must be something I can do to change your mind."

Taehyung's gaze hardened. "No amount of money or power will make me change my principles. This meeting is over."
Taehyung leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowed as Seokjin continued his desperate plea. It was clear that the pharmaceutical CEO was grasping at straws, hoping to sway Taehyung’s ironclad stance against involving himself in the drug trade.

Realizing he was losing the battle, Seokjin gave a subtle signal to a nearby dancer. She was stunning, with a practiced air of confidence and allure. She moved gracefully, approaching Taehyung with a seductive smile, her eyes promising things unspoken.

"Mr. Kim," she said in a honeyed tone, moving closer. Her hand reached out, fingers poised to touch his crotch .

In an instant, Taehyung's hand which is covered with gloves , shot up. The sharp crack of the slap echoed through the room as he struck her hand away. The dancer stumbled back, shock and fear etched on her face.

"Don't you dare touch me without my permission," Taehyung growled, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes were cold and unyielding. "I don't care who you are. If you don't respect my boundaries, you'll face the consequences."

The room fell into a stunned silence. The dancer, now trembling, retreated, her confidence shattered.  Seokjin's face turned pale, realizing he had made a grave mistake. Taehyung's reputation for having zero tolerance for disrespect was well-known, and he had just crossed a line.

Taehyung turned to his head of security. "Cancel all deals with Seokjin's company immediately. This meeting never happened." He paused, his mind calculating. "Stay behind and call the police. Tell them to raid this place. I want every single drug dealer here arrested. And make sure the media knows I was the one who tipped them off."

His bodyguard nodded, understanding the implications. This was more than just a display of power; it was a calculated move to ensure Taehyung's name was associated with justice and integrity, further enhancing his public image.

Taehyung strode out of the club, his expression as cold and composed as ever. The club's bouncers and the patrons in line outside instinctively stepped back, their murmurs and whispers a muted backdrop to his departure. His bodyguards flanked him closely, ensuring no one dared to approach.

As he approached his sleek, black limousine, his driver quickly opened the door. Taehyung slid into the luxurious interior, the soft leather seats welcoming him. The door closed with a reassuring thud, sealing him off from the outside world.

For a moment, he sat in silence, his face an unreadable mask. Then, a slow, satisfied smile curled his lips. The tension in his shoulders eased as he leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest.

"One less competitor to worry about," he murmured to himself, a chuckle escaping his lips. The sound was low and filled with a dark amusement. Seokjin had been a thorn in his side for far too long, but tonight, Taehyung had ensured that thorn was removed permanently.

The thought of Seokjin's impending downfall, orchestrated so meticulously by his own hand, brought a sense of triumph that he rarely allowed himself to indulge in. Taehyung's laughter grew, echoing softly in the enclosed space of the limousine. It was a sound that held both relief and the ruthless satisfaction of a predator who had just secured his territory.

"To Seoul," he instructed his driver, his voice steady once more. As the limousine pulled away from the curb, Taehyung's mind was already turning to the next move, the next strategy. In the world of power and influence, there was no room for complacency. But for now, he allowed himself a moment to savor his victory.

The city lights of Busan blurred past the windows as they headed towards the helipad, where his helicopter awaited. Taehyung's laughter faded into a smirk, a testament to the unyielding force he was in the business world. One competitor down, and the empire he was building stood ever stronger.

He climbed into his helicopter,  The city lights of Busan glittered below as the aircraft lifted off, heading back to Seoul. Taehyung looked out of the window, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He thrived on power, and tonight, he had once again proven why he was unbeatable.

As the helicopter soared through the night sky, Taehyung's thoughts drifted to the future. He had plans, big plans, that would expand his influence even further. But for now, he relished the victory. His calculated ruthlessness ensured he stayed at the top, and he would crush anyone who dared to challenge him.

In the world of billionaires, Kim Taehyung was not just a king; he was a god. And gods did not bow to anyone.

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