Cloak Of Lies

chapter 8

The pulsating beats of the club in Morocco reverberated through the air as Jungkook stepped inside, his arrival like a storm no one was prepared for. All eyes turned to him, drawn to the audacious beauty and raw sensuality he exuded. The tight leather shorts hugged his curves provocatively, while his crop top revealed toned abs that gleamed under the flickering lights. A glinting waist chain highlighted his lithe form, and the chest chain he wore accentuated his toned torso. His glossy lips parted slightly, a tantalizing invitation, and his shoulder-length hair shimmered like liquid gold under the strobe lights. A thigh chain wrapped snugly around his leg, completing the look of someone meant for destruction—and Jungkook was here for exactly that.

The air crackled with tension as he strode across the room, his demeanor seductive yet deadly. Whispers followed him like shadows, and men and women alike gasped at the vision he presented. Among the crowd was Taehyung, who came after a clue at the club ,  his dark eyes narrowing as he spotted the figure everyone seemed to worship. His breath caught in his throat, a strange unease coiling in his chest. This boy—this goddess—was too stunning, too alluring. Taehyung's fists clenched as he noticed the way people’s gazes lingered on Jungkook, the hunger in their eyes making his jaw tighten.

But what truly set his blood boiling was when he saw a hefty, greasy man approach Jungkook, murmuring something in his ear before leading him toward a dimly lit corridor. Taehyung felt his control snap. His instincts screamed danger, and the thought of that man touching Jungkook sent him into action.

Jungkook, meanwhile, played his part flawlessly. He walked with the man, swaying his hips just enough to keep the target captivated. His sultry smile was a weapon as sharp as the gun hidden in his clothing. The man was eating out of the palm of his hand, oblivious to the predator behind the angelic facade. Jungkook had lured his prey to a secluded spot, and his fingers grazed the gun tucked at his waist.

Before he could act, a fist flew out of nowhere, slamming into the man’s jaw with brutal force. The man staggered, groaning in pain as punch after punch landed on him. “What the hell—!” Jungkook hissed, spinning around to see Taehyung, his face twisted in fury, pounding the man mercilessly.

“Are you out of your mind?!” Jungkook shrieked, his voice high-pitched with frustration. He yanked the gun out of his waistband and, without hesitation, shot the man point-blank. The muffled sound of the silencer was barely audible over the music in the club.

Taehyung stared, his expression caught somewhere between shock and fury. “What the hell was that?!” he demanded.

Jungkook rolled his eyes dramatically, his pout exaggerated as he tucked the gun back into his waistband. “You ruined my plan! I was here for business,” he said, glaring at Taehyung.

“Business?” Taehyung echoed incredulously.

“Yeah, he has been acting wild for a while , nobody could get a hold of him , what did he not do , drug peddling , human trafficking, rape ??? ,” Jungkook replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “This is how it works. Men think from between their legs . All I have to do is give them a show, and bang!” He mimicked a gunshot, his expression nonchalant as he tucked the weapon into his too-small waistband, though the effort was futile.

“You do this to get things done?” Taehyung asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anger.

“It’s effective,” Jungkook said with a shrug, as if seducing and killing were as routine as grocery shopping.

Taehyung ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. Before he could say more, Jungkook cut him off with a dramatic sigh. “Aish! These clothes are too tiny. I can’t hide the gun properly.” Without warning, he tossed the weapon to Taehyung. “You hide it.”

“What—?” Taehyung spluttered, catching the gun clumsily.

Jungkook lit a ciggrerte and took a puff ,  already sauntering away, his hips swaying with practiced grace as he made his way back toward the club. Taehyung, still holding the gun, was left no choice but to follow him, the weight of the weapon in his hand feeling heavier than it should. His mind raced with questions, but one thought stood out: Jungkook was a diva, a goddess—and an enigma wrapped in leather and chains but equally dangerous and powerful .

As Taehyung trailed after him, his sharp gaze never left Jungkook, his instincts warning him that this boy was as dangerous as he was mesmerizing.

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Just this scene was  running in my mind for a while and finally I wrote it in this book , though it's slightly out a plot ... But it's worth it .