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Business Party

In the heart of a glittering metropolis, a clandestine gathering took shape under the guise of an elite business gala. The opulent ballroom, resplendent with crystal chandeliers and gilded décor, buzzed with an air of affluence and sophistication. High-profile CEOs and industry magnates mingled, their bespoke suits and designer gowns reflecting the apex of corporate success. However, behind the veneer of wealth and power, a darker undercurrent flowed.

Unbeknownst to the casual observer, this was no ordinary business soiree. The attendees, while presenting themselves as titans of industry, were a far more sinister consortium of underworld figures and shadowy power brokers. Mafiosos, drug lords, and covert operatives, each cloaked in the respectable façade of corporate leadership, engaged in hushed conversations and exchanged cryptic nods.

Deals were brokered not in boardrooms but over fine champagne and delicate canapés, where a mere gesture or whispered word could seal alliances or spell doom. Security was tight, not just for the sake of appearances, but to ensure the privacy and safety of those whose real power lay far from the public eye. Every smile held a secret, every handshake a hidden meaning, and every laugh carried an edge of danger.

As the night wore on, the true nature of this assembly revealed itself through veiled threats and promises, alliances forged in blood rather than ink. It was a stark reminder that in this world, power wore many masks, and those who wielded it were masters of disguise, living dual lives that balanced on the knife-edge of deception and control.

Among them was Jeon Jungkook, the high-profile CEO who skillfully concealed his illicit activities behind a facade of legitimacy. He wasn't intimidated by the people; instead, he instilled fear in them. Dressed impeccably in a black suit, his piercing, dark eyes surveyed the room with a predatory intensity. Each and every one of his enemies had gathered at the business party, unaware of the storm brewing behind his calm demeanor.

Kim Taehyung stood in another corner of the room, his tranquil demeanor effortlessly disguising the malevolence that simmered beneath the surface. His eyes, profound and enigmatic, seemed vast enough to engulf an ocean. With a slow, deliberate motion, he swirled the whiskey in his glass, the amber liquid catching the light. As his gaze swept across the room and met the eyes of his enemy, Jeon Jungkook, an unspoken tension crackled in the air.

Taehyung felt no fear as he approached Jungkook. With a confident stride, he walked up to him, extending a hand in a gesture of false camaraderie. They shook hands, and Taehyung greeted him with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, a smile that Jungkook mirrored with equal insincerity.

"Long time no see, Jeon," Taehyung began, his voice smooth and composed. Jungkook responded with a slight raise of his eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Very unexpected of you missing me, Kim," he replied, his tone edged with mockery.

Taehyung's smirk deepened, and he took a slow sip of his whiskey, feeling the fiery liquid trail down his throat. "Not going to lie, but i actually missed my enemy," he retorted, his voice carrying a subtle challenge.

Jungkook’s expression remained impassive, his words clear and cutting. "I never considered you as my enemy," he stated, leaving no room for ambiguity.

Taehyung couldn't help but admire the ruthless clarity with which Jungkook spoke, but he was not one to be outdone. His smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, threatening tone. "But, I do. And sadly, this is going to cost you very dearly."

The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken battle of wills that hung heavily in the air. Taehyung relished the moment, knowing that the true conflict had only just begun.