"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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Taehyung's pov~
As I entered the private room with Jimin, I saw Joseph seating in the sofa. He noticed us and came forward, "Hye, Taehyung! It's a pleasure to meet you," Actually, I and Joseph had met at a fashion week event before.
Underworld know me by the name 'KTH', only few have seen who's KTH, and his the one of them. And today maybe I'm going to reveal this that I'm Kim Hyunki's Son. Cause It's war between Kim nd Park!
"Likewise!" I said, offering a firm handshake. Joseph smiled in return, before gesturing for us to take a seat.
I then shifted my tone to a more serious one, emphasizing the importance of secrecy for our meeting. "I trust you understand the importance of keeping this meeting confidential. The world should never find out who KTH really is." I stated firmly, my voice leaving no room for doubt.
Joseph nodded, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Of course, I understand. Your secret is safe with me."
I watched as Joseph gave a dramatic surrender gesture, accompanied by a nervous laugh. My expression remained stern as I repeated my warning, "And I want to make one thing clear—I won't make any guarantees for your life if this secret is leaked. Is that understood?"
Joseph swallowed hard, the lightheartedness of his previous demeanor replaced by a hint of unease at my words. He quickly nodded, his voice betraying a slight tremor as he replied, "Y-Yes, of course! I understand. I won't say a word to anyone, I swear!" I hummed in response.
As we were talking, I noticed Joseph wasn't focused, and suddenly he leaned toward me, his voice slurred. "Damn, that dancer's sexy!"
I tore my gaze from Joseph, to see what's distracting him. As I looked the way he was looking, I saw a dancer I turned back, but recognition hit me hard. Momentarily, I turned back again and—that's it! Those green eyes. I felt my breath hitched. My eyes widened as I looked. "Fuck!" My eyes traveled, from her head to toe. "Isabella!" I murmured to myself.
Her disguise was crucial. She was in a sleek black dress that clung to her curves, a slit revealing her upper thigh, the fabric shimmering under the neon lights. A platinum blonde wig framed her face, concealing...her black hair. She'd applied makeup to alter her features—a bold red lipstick that transformed her mouth. Her green eyes were deadly killer. It's her eyes that made me recognize her. But... . . . How?
I locked my eyes on her. Isabella's movements were fluid, her body swaying to the music. Her flow, damn nobody can say, she's a mafia queen, a buisnesswoman. 'But What's she's doing here?...I need to play along to get the answer.'
"Damn, she's sexy af!!" I turned to see Jimin who was looking at her with hungry eyes. I glared at him but his eyes were stuck to Isabella. I looked at Joseph, who was also busy ogling her. My fist tightened, where I really don't know why I'm losing my temper! I cleared my throat...which gone ignored by them. I can't believe them!
