"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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Taehyung ran a towel through his damp hair, muttering as he dried it, "I'm not going to that stupid party, and that's final."
Jimin, lounging casually on Taehyung's bed, shot him an exasperated look. "Tae, you literally said last week you'd find out what's going on with your Jeongguk. And to do that, genius, you have to actually be around him."
It had been a week since the incident. The bruises were almost gone, and his bandages were finally off. Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon hadn't let him step outside his penthouse that entire time, insisting on hovering over him until he'd recovered fully. But now, he was back to normal, and this morning, Namjoon had dropped the news about an exclusive party hosted by the Lees. Apparently, they were celebrating the grand opening of their latest luxury hotel, and as expected, the Kims were on the guest list.
Everyone from their world would be there—the mafia families, high-profile business associates, and, of course, him.
Taehyung groaned in frustration. For fuck's sake, did the Lees really need to throw so many parties? Every week it was something—another gala, another grand opening. Didn't they have anything better to do with their time and money?
"I don't care. I don't wanna go." Taehyung said, throwing the towel.
Jimin leaned forward, sensing an opening. "It's because of the engagement news, isn't it?"
Taehyung scoffed, barely managing to keep the irritation out of his voice. "I don't give a damn who he marries or doesn't marry. Doesn't change anything for me."
"Shut up," Taehyung muttered, glancing away to avoid his friend's knowing smirk.
From the kitchen, Hoseok's voice rang out. "Did someone call me?"
Jimin turned his head and shouted back, "No one, hyung! Go back to whatever you were doing."
Hoseok sauntered into the room anyway, raising an eyebrow at them both. "Watch it, shorty." He looked at Taehyung, clearly amused. "And you, Taehyungie, just go to the damn party. Show him a little of that charm. Hell, give him one of those sexy as fuck looks, and I swear he'll fold."
"Can you please shut up?" Taehyung said, rubbing his temples as if the noise alone was giving him a headache.
Jimin studied Taehyung for a moment before leaning in, his expression turning serious. "Face it, Tae, you're jealous. That's the real reason you don't want to go."
