Jeon Jungkook happens to be the worlds most feared mafia . His moves are as sharp as a blade of katana . The whole world shivers down by listening his name .
He is also know as "the devil's spawn JK".
What will happen when circumstances lead him to...
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*Disclaimer: This chapter might make you feel like broke !
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It had been a while since their eyes first locked, but the intensity of their gaze only grew with each passing second. Taehyung stood near the edge of the crowd, his focus fixed on Jungkook, who leaned casually against a marble pillar, a sly smile playing on his lips. The flickering chandelier cast shadows across Jungkook's face, highlighting the mischief in his eyes.
Though their paths had crossed infrequently, the rivalry between them was as palpable as ever. Taehyung lifted the crystal wine glass the waiter had just served him, taking a slow sip without breaking eye contact. With deliberate steps, he moved closer, the tension between them crackling like electricity.
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( Jungkook's outfit )
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(Yoongi's Outfit)
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"Never expected someone as righteous as you to show up at a place like this," Jungkook teased, his voice smooth and laced with challenge, dripping with sarcasm.
"Righteous?" Taehyung chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I think you've forgotten that no one is a saint in this world-not even me."
Jungkook shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against Taehyung's ear. "So, you're really here to enjoy the show and not for some hidden motives?"
