✔️Mafia's Lover, Enemy's Prey

3. Entanglements

Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about him, a strange man, Mr Kim. All night, he tossed and turned, curling up on his side, then flipping over, restless. That face haunted his mind... Mr. Kim, as he called him in his thoughts.
He had been approached by many boys before, in college and in his neighborhood, but none of them ever sparked his interest. None of them carried the maturity and command Seokjin had. He wouldn’t lie; Seokjin’s beauty had definitely struck him, but it was more than that, it was his attitude, his presence, the way he carried himself. Taehyung was captivated by that Man's aura, and now he felt giddy with excitement. Finally, he thought, he has met someone who makes his heart skip, someone who feels right, someone he has been waiting for.

Not able to contain his excitement, Taehyung grabbed his phone and called Jimin.

“What happened, Tae?” Jimin asked, his voice filled with sleepy concern.

“I want him,” Taehyung blurted out, his thoughts spilling uncontrollably.

Jimin paused, then sighed in exasperation. “Are you serious? You woke me up in the middle of the night just for this?”

“Yes!” Taehyung said, nearly shouting. “And I’m not just saying that. I’ve never felt this way before, Jimina.”

Jimin groaned. “And no, you’re not going to approach him. That guy seemed dangerous. Trust me.”

“And I love that dangerous vibe,” Taehyung murmured, grinning like a love-struck fool.

“You’re mad, Tae. Completely mad,” Jimin huffed. “I’m not letting you do anything reckless.”

“Hey, aren’t best friends supposed to help each other in love?”

Jimin’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Love? You just met him!”

“I don’t care. I need to know more about him.”

“Do anything stupid, and I’ll tell Jungkook,” Jimin warned.

“Who’s side are you on, mine or Jungkook’s?” Taehyung sulked.

“For now, his. Good night,” Jimin snapped and ended the call.

Taehyung pouted, staring up at the ceiling, replaying Mr Kim’s fierce wolf-like gaze in his mind. He smiled to himself, burying his face in his pillow like a teenager with a crush.

The next day, unable to hold back, Taehyung found himself near Seokjin’s restaurant. He hadn’t told Jimin, of course. Instead, he decided to “casually” walk in, ordering a soft drink and cupcake, taking a seat in the corner, pretending to read a book while sneaking glances at Mr. Kim.
Mr. Kim moved with confidence, issuing orders to the staff, strict but respectful. He wasn’t like normal people, and that only drew Taehyung in more. He was so absorbed in watching him that he didn’t notice when Mr. Kim disappeared, until Mr. Kim was suddenly standing right in front of him.

Taehyung jumped up, startled, accidentally knocking over his drink onto Seokjin’s pants.

“I...I’m so sorry!” Taehyung stammered, panicking as he scrambled to clean up the mess.

Seokjin’s jaw tightened as he exhaled slowly, clearly holding back his irritation. “Why are you here?” he asked coldly, his voice as sharp as his gaze.

“I just...I…” Taehyung couldn’t find the words.

Seokjin didn’t wait for an explanation. “You should focus on your studies instead of wasting your time here. You won’t get anything out of this.” He glanced down at the spilled drink and added, “And you’re going to pay triple for the mess you made.”