In a dim lit setting, with the only lights coming from the variety of lighting effects swirling around from the club lights, two men were conversing in a serious talk, a stark contrast to the bustle outside their door where the speakers boomed, bodies gliding against each other with shouts of excitement as the youth danced the night away."Are you sure he won't betray you, sir? "
The younger one of the two asked, his eyebrows knotted in doubt as he waited for the other's slow response. His short blonde hair, almost reaching his jaw, shone a beautiful golden glow under the dim lights. A puff of smoke escaped the other man's lips, swiverling up the air, his back leaning against the expensive leathered sofa, and behind him, nailed on the wall, was a big round sculpture of a huge snake, painted in pure gold and coiled up in such a evilish yet majestic way.
" I adore you because of your logical and rational ways, but, sometimes, you doubt too much. Do you really think I would have accepted Jungwoo's proposal if I wasn't sure about it? "
The younger male huffed out a sigh as he leaned against the sofa, gulping down his drink before enlightening his boss with his signature smile.
" Of course not. Besides, he wouldn't be a complete fool who would dare to betray the great Xiao Ling, right? "
Xiao Ling chuckled at his words. He liked the man not just because he made a great hitman, but also because he knew the right ways to work his mouth when needed.
"So, can I see it? "
The young man asked, a ring of excitement in his voice. Xiao Ling observed the man's expression before he ordered one of his men to get what he asked for. A moment later, the man appeared with a black wooden box, which had been hidden deep in a secret spot, behind the walls of the room. The blonde man, excited yet nervously sat up straight, no sign of playfulness in his expression as he leant down a bit towards the table where the big, black box sat. The moment Xiao Ling opened the box, it was as if the whole room was illuminated by the beautiful, fiery colour of red. Unable to comprehend any concrete words, the blonde gaped at the object, eyes never leaving it, as if he just saw his long lost love again for the very first time, afraid that it would disappear if he even, for a second, turn the other way.
"Wow. Its.....amazing. "
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Eleven in the morning and the BTS house was already full of life. In fact, the house has become at least eight times even more livelier than it had been ever since four of the Blue Dragons moved in to the house, almost a month ago. With the thick walls unable to block out the ruckus outside, Namjoon decided to get his tired self out the fucking doors and shove up a spatula up everyone's buttcracks. He had been staying up more later than usual these days because of his responsiblities and the fact that they had a big war ahead of them. The moment he got out his room and walked along the hallways, he could hear the other's voices loud and clear. Coming closer to the living room, he saw Jimin, Taehyung and Jace bickering over who gets to control the remote, grown men in their early twenties yet they still can't stop acting like spoiled rich brats most of the time. Moving on to the kitchen to quench his thirst, he saw Jin in his usual spot, near the stoves, busy preparing breakfast, or lunch, or whatever, his cringey but cute pink heart apron tied perfectly around his waist. Lucas was there as usual, helping Jin around the kitchen, which once again amazed Namjoon with the man's decent cooking skills, and here he was, barely able to chop an onion.
" Stop stealing my food, or do you seriously want me to chop off those filthy hands of yours? "
Jungkook growled at Mark, harshly pulling his plate of waffles away from the other in a protective manner.

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