𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓘⓕⓣⓨ

Taehyung sat in the waiting room of his lawyer's office, foot tapping impatiently against the floor, the sound of his expensive dress shoes resonating against the marble flooring. He bit the insides of his cheeks as he glanced around the room, apprehensive of what they were to speak of. The man had refused to discuss it over the phone, even a summary of what they were to talk about, and it stressed Taehyung to a whole other level. Had there been an issue with the inheritance? Was there a clause they had just found out about? With the mistake they had made in the past, he thought that there were many possible mistakes to be made in a will, after all. The simple fact that he had not received the money before now was good proof of it. If he had gotten it earlier, maybe he would not have had to steal around and make his life even harder than it already was. He could not help but wonder if that darn investigator had anything to do about it…

Just as he thought that, the man in question walked through the door. He thought of himself to be obviously cursed, as whatever he hoped would not happen always ended up happening in the end. Taehyung’s fists clenched and he instantly stood up, every muscle in his body stiff. His shoulder twitched as he took a single step forward, trying his hardest not to jump on him. How the fuck did he know he was here? Had he followed him? Jungkook was not there to calm him down, so he fought against his demons right then and there, reminding himself over and over again that he could not kill this man in this waiting room, in front of the receptionist and numerous glass doors that gave in on offices. He thought of how mesmerizing his blood would look splattered across the large windows.

“Oh, what a coincidence!” Seokjin exclaimed, a vile smile on his face.

Taehyung cleared his throat, in the same position as he was earlier, studying every movement of the man like a predator would his prey. His hunting sense had been triggered on, and it took all the strength in him not to jump at his throat. He hated this man with every inch of his body; he could already imagine himself with his hands around his throat, cutting to the chase and ending his life quickly so he could go on with his life. As much as he wanted to dig his trusty knife deeply in every inch of his body, he also wanted him to simply disappear as fast as possible. He had no time to waste on such a despicable human being, no matter their position in the world. The fact that he was in law enforcement meant nothing to him; he had killed police officers before and had gotten away with it quite effectively. What pushed his buttons, made him want to pull out his own hair, was that he was threatening Jungkook, too. He had come to the club for a reason, pulling not only him but Jungkook into the whole ordeal. It was not a personal matter; he was including family, an obvious sensitive subject.

Taehyung did not even notice how close the two of them had gotten, holding one another’s gaze like their lives depended on it. They were closer than arm’s reach, and to his cold stare the snake responded with a poisonous grin. It made Taehyung’s stomach churn and his skin crawl; he hated the man so much it made him feel sick. There was something about him, something about the way he presented himself, about the way he talked. He could see right through his little game, his facade of a well-mannered man. If anything, this man was just as much of a monster as Taehyung was. If not worse.

Jimin entered the room, frowning, hands tightening around the two cups of takeout coffee he held in them. He glared back between Seokjin and Taehyung, feeling the palpable tension in the air around them. The simple sight of it gave him shivers, as both men emanated such an intimidating aura. He had no clue who the man standing in front of Taehyung was; but he knew that he was most definitely an enemy. Just a glance at Taehyung’s facial expression could confirm that. He put the cups down on the coffee table behind them and then quickly stood between the two, slipping in the narrowing space in between them.

“Mr. Kim is on private business right now, so if you would like to speak with him it would be preferable you did it through me, his assistant,” Jimin said clearly and bluntly. “He has an appointment.”