CRIMSON LIES (TAEKOOK)

29.( I TRY) SM

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Jin and Namjoon’s café was already a massive hit. 

Well, why wouldn’t it be? 

It was the result of years of patience, hard work, and the relentless perseverance of two men who had seen struggles up close. 

Their tiny farm, once a source of meager earnings, had now transformed into a bustling café where customers poured in every day, drawn not only by the aroma of freshly baked bread and rich coffee but also by the warmth that lingered in the air. 

Jin and Namjoon had built more than a business—they had built a home, a place where people found comfort. 

And of course, it wasn’t just them. 

Sometimes, Taehyung and Jungkook worked there, helping out whenever they could. Not that they got paid in money, but in something arguably better—free meals. 

"Hey! That’s my muffin!" Taehyung huffed as Jungkook stole one from his tray. 

Jungkook smirked, taking a huge bite. "Payment for my services, babe." 

"Your services?" Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms. "You literally wiped one table." 

"Exactly," Jungkook said, grinning. "I worked hard." 

Jin, who had been watching the entire exchange, sighed dramatically. "If you two could stop flirting and actually *help*, that would be great." 

Jimin, who often dropped by to lend a hand, snickered as he handed a latte to a customer. "Jin-samchon, I don’t think that’s possible." 

Namjoon, standing at the counter, chuckled. "At least they bring in more customers. People love seeing young love in action." 

Taehyung rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling. 

Life was good. 

Jin and Namjoon were not only thriving but also able to provide more for Jungkook now. Taehyung’s moms, Taesha and Ae Ra, were happier than ever, their romance blossoming in a way that made even young couples jealous. 

Jungkook and Taehyung’s relationship, too, was young and strong, full of laughter, playful teasing, and quiet moments that held promises of forever. 

And Jimin? 

Jimin was navigating something entirely different. 

Because his relationship with Suga and Hoseok was taking new turns. 

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Hoseok came from a wealthy family. 

Not just wealthy—powerful. 

The kind that thrived on appearances, where money wasn’t just a means of survival but a *statement*. 

A *weapon*. 

His father was a tycoon, a businessman feared and respected in equal measure. His stepmother? A woman obsessed with social status, someone who had replaced every trace of his real mother as if she had never existed. 

And now, here he was— 

Sitting at the massive dining table of his family mansion, surrounded by elegance that felt suffocating. 

A chandelier hung above, its crystals casting a cold, artificial glow. The long table was set with fine china, gold-rimmed plates, and an elaborate spread of food. 

But the air was thick. 

Heavy. 

Dead. 

His father sat at the head, as always, flipping through the financial section of the newspaper. His stepmother, dressed in designer from head to toe, delicately sipped her tea, eyes sharp and calculating.