"Lie to yourself all you want, but you'll always belong to me."
"But you hate me, don't you?"
"Hate doesn't change a thing, Kim Taehyung. You're still fucking mine, no matter how much I want to destroy you."
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A twisted game of Love and Power...
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"Sir," a man opened the car door, stepping aside with practiced precision.
"Are they here?" He asked, his voice calm yet commanding as he stepped out of the car.
"Yes, sir. They're all waiting for you," the man replied.
With a nod, he entered the towering glass building, his man trailing closely behind. The lobby was a sleek expanse of marble and polished steel. He moved with purpose, his presence heavy with authority as he strode toward the elevators, his footsteps echoing.
The ride to the top floor was swift and silent. When the elevator doors slid open, he was greeted by a large, opulent conference room. All eyes turned toward him as he entered, the room full of men in tailored suits seated around a massive, polished table. They had been waiting for him. Each man at the table had blood on his hands—some still wet, others dried over years of ruthless ambition.
Without hesitation, he walked to the head of the table and took his seat. His movements were deliberate, exuding calm control.
One of the older men sneered, "You're just a kid wearing a lion's clothes. We thought we'd be talking to a man."
He lifted his gaze toward the man, sharp and cold. The man flinched, though he tried to mask it quickly, but the subtle shift was noticed.
"Did I say you could speak?" His voice was low. The room fell into an uneasy silence, no one daring to make a sound, much less breathe too loudly.
In their world , respect was bought with blood, and fear was currency. The silent room was a reminder that they all knew it. Even the slightest challenge had to be crushed beneath an iron heel, or it would fester into betrayal.
A moment passed before another man cleared his throat, summoning the courage to speak. "You're the famous Jk, right?" he began cautiously. "But the question is, why have you called all the shareholders of Kim Enterprises here? What do you want?"
He leaned back in his chair, eyes still fixed on the room, "What I want," he began, his tone measured. "is something that will become very clear soon enough. But what should interest you more is what you will be getting."
Outside the glass windows of the building, the city lay beneath them, unaware of the deals made in rooms like these. The drugs that flowed through the veins of the city's addicts, the bodies left in unmarked graves, and the lives ruined—all orchestrated by men like those in this room.
The men shared wary glances, a ripple of unease sweeping across the table. They weren't used to being kept in the dark—least of all by someone so young. But the air in the room had shifted, and they could feel it. This wasn't a game anymore.
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The door swung open as Taehyung half-dragged Jimin inside, their laughter a sharp contrast to the darker reality outside the walls. But Taehyung's life wasn't just parties and penthouses. His family's legacy stretched back decades—fingers in every illegal pie the city had to offer: arms trafficking, drugs, money laundering. The Kim family wasn't just rich; they were untouchable. Or so they liked to think.
