CLOSER ll Jikook ll🔞 [Complete ✅]

CHAPTER 3

Hello, sweethearts; I get mixed reactions when I ask about the updates. I can't update TEARS in the meantime, so I think it would be best if I update Closer twice a week.

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After two months,

The grand hall of the Crime Syndicate, always abuzz with underworld elites, is replete tonight with tension and ambition feeding off one another, with some stinging remarks. There are the Jeons and the Parks, both camps eyeing each other warily.

Jimin arrives with Yeseul on his side, the latter flashing a radiant smile that makes many raise their eyebrows. Jungkook looks at them from afar, eyes dark and brooding, jaw clenched as he gazes at Yeseul.

Jungkook finally loses his patience as Jimin and Yeseul continue chatting away. He strolls over with a purpose, his voice riddled with sarcasm. "So, Park, what's the deal with the new arm candy? Didn't know you had a thing for showpieces."

Jimin's eyes narrows, but he keeps his cool. "Jeon, always a pleasure seeing you. Yeseul's just a friend, but by your face, I see you're interested. Or at least envious?"

Yeseul feels the hostility and bites into her lip, then tries to make a sweet but sharp comment. "You must be Jeon Jungkook. I have heard so much about you. Jimin's told me you are the best at making enemies."

Jungkook's smile is glacial. "Really? Well, it's a talent that I perfected. And it seems like Jimin's teaching you the art of getting under people's skin."

Jimin slides in effortlessly, his voice husky with a tease. "Be careful, Jeon. You wouldn't want to make too many enemies tonight. It's a thin line between rival and fool."

Jungkook's gaze narrows. "I'd say you're crossing that line rather carelessly. But then again, I'm used to you pushing limits."

Yeseul speaks, her voice silky but with an undercurrent of disdain. "I suppose some like pushing limits. Others prefer to stay classy."

Jimin flicks her thankful glance before looking back at Jungkook. "Classy and intelligent, unlike some people who get kicks from acting like petulant children."

Jungkook laughs mockingly, his eyes still locked on Yeseul with thinly veiled contempt. "Classy, huh? Let's see how long that lasts. You know how this game works, Jimin. Everything's in front."

Jimin smiles smugly. "Yes, and some people are just better at hiding their insecurities. Enjoy the party, Jungkook."

As Jimin and Yeseul walk away, Jungkook's eyes follow them, anger barely restrained beneath his surface. Namjoon, ever attuned, watches Jungkook stiffen beside him and bends down.

"Everything alright?" Namjoon asks softly.

Jungkook doesn't shift his glare from Jimin's retreating form. "Just wonderful. Nothing like seeing your rival flaunt his new toy."

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, the jealousy masked under the irritation. "Careful, Jungkook. You're showing your cards."

Jungkook curses under his breath, which does much to alleviate his mood. Night stretches on its own nicely, tension so stark between Jeons and Parks, but buried under layer upon layer of good manners and veiled threats.

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The party is underway, with bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses resounding through the halls of this rather pretentious house belonging to the crime syndicate. Jungkook needs to clear his head for a second, so he strays into a quiet, dimly lit corridor.