Secrecy Untold

The Trouble.

Yoongi slumped back in his chair, the leather groaning beneath his weight. His eyes were bloodshot, a stark contrast to the polished mahogany of his desk. He hadn't slept in what felt like days, fueled by caffeine and the crushing weight of his responsibilities as CEO. His phone buzzed, a sharp sound that cut through the silence of his office. He picked it up, the caller ID flashing 'Taehyung.' He answered, his voice hoarse, 'Tae?'

His ears were immediately assaulted by a wave of panicked shouting. A guttural yell, a desperate plea, and a chilling sound of struggling. He couldn't make out the words, but the raw fear in Someone's voice was unmistakable. Yoongi instinctively knew something was terribly wrong.

'Tae! What's happening? Where are you?' He strained to hear through the chaos, his heart pounding against his ribs.

The shouting continued, punctuated by the sound of heavy breathing. Then, a terrifying silence. The only sound was his own ragged breaths. Yoongi's mind was racing, trying to decipher the fragments of the conversation. He frantically pulled up the tracking app on his phone, his fingers trembling.

A pin dropped on the screen, labelled 'Taehyung.' It was at a night club on the outskirts of the city. His blood ran cold. He grabbed his jacket, his mind already formulating a plan. He had to get to Taehyung, and fast.

'Stay calm, Tae. I'm on my way,' he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. He slammed the phone down, eyes locked on the address. His feet moved automatically, his mind a whirlwind of worry and determination. He wasn't just a CEO anymore. He was Yoongi, the man who loved Taehyung with all his heart, and he was going to get him back, no matter what.

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Otherwhile,

The bass throbbed in Taehyung's chest, a rhythmic counterpoint to the clinking of glasses and the drunken laughter of his friends. He leaned back in his plush booth, a smirk playing on his lips as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass.

'You know,' Taehyung drawled, his voice laced with a lazy amusement, 'Hoseok's actually... quite boring.'

His friends, a gaggle of boisterous young men who lived for the latest scandal and the highest stakes, paused mid-laughter. They knew the Kim family. They knew the icy reputation of the eldest son, Hoseok. And they knew Taehyung, the spoiled darling, the one who could make even the most hardened hearts melt with his charm.

'Boring?' One of them, a lanky guy named Jinwoo, scoffed, his eyes widening in disbelief. 'He's the Kim family heir. He runs the whole damn empire.'

'Yeah, well,' Taehyung scoffed, taking a long sip of his drink, 'He's just... so serious. So uptight. He never has any fun.' He paused, a sly glint in his eyes. 'He doesn't even know how to enjoy a good party.'

The others exchanged glances, a mixture of morbid curiosity and apprehension in their eyes. They knew Taehyung was notorious for his elaborate deceptions, for weaving stories that left everyone breathlessly believing the impossible.

'He's just... so cold,' Taehyung continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. 'He doesn't care about anyone. He only cares about his damn work. I think he even has a secret room full of taxidermied animals.'

A ripple of nervous chuckles ran through the group. The image of Hoseok, with his sharp gaze and stoic demeanor, surrounded by stuffed creatures, was both ridiculous and disturbing.

'I think he's just... broken,' Taehyung said, his voice softening into a fabricated tone of concern. 'He's been through so much. You see, he was... he was...'

He paused dramatically, letting the suspense hang in the air. His friends leaned forward, eager to hear the juicy details of the infamous Kim heir's hidden past.