𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓞⓤⓡⓣⓨⓕⓞⓤⓡ

Yoongi explained the situation roughly, skimming over details for a matter of time, not lack of honesty, basically explaining how he needed the gang to look over the club, make sure that they were protected from others. His father listened quietly, nodding at his son's words, reflecting and thinking about what he was saying. Yoongi explained how the gang would be paid very well, as the club made a big profit, and how he might just be able to get them a cover for their drug trade.

"I thought your boss was not a big fan of drugs?" his father asked, tapping gently on his cigarette to shake off the excess ashes.

"I can talk to him," Yoongi replied."I don't know if I can convince him, but I can sure try."

His father continued nodding, frowning as he thought of the offer. It was not his call if they would accept or not, as he was not high enough in the ranks to make such a decision. He had to, however, filter out the propositions he received. Offering a dumb deal to the boss was insulting to their gang, and he would have to think this over many times and formulate it in a way that would interest the higher ups. A lot of money was on the table, which he knew would most definitely intrigue the boss enough for him to consider it.

"There is indeed a lot of talk about your club," his father spoke in between puffs. "I think it did spark an interest in my leader's mind."
"Then I'm sure it will be easy to convince him," Yoongi replied, smirking, his unlit cigarette still in between his lips.

"Okay. I'll talk to him," his father said, still lost in his thoughts. "Look at us, loyal dogs to our bosses."

Yoongi snickered just like his father as they cheered with invisible glasses to the thought. His father pulled out his phone from his pocket, frowning at the notification that made it vibrate in his hands. He gave that serious look to Yoongi that the boy knew all too well, and they parted quickly with a brisk hug before he left him in that room, alone, a hauntingly familiar feeling. He slid the unlit cigarette behind his ear before sighing and taking off to his next destination, focused on his ensuing task.

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The drink flowed softly down his throat, a perfect contrast between the bitter taste of the alcohol and the sweet tartness of the mix of various juices. He lift his glass up, a gesture towards Yoongi, whom replied with a quick but genuine smile before turning back to a customer. Taehyung glanced at his watch, a little before midnight, and set his glass back down on the bar topped with obsidian glass. He chuckled as he thought back of the time when Jungkook had begged him to buy this one of a kind bar, convincing him with a promise he could not have possibly refused. His nostalgia shot forward to that particular promise, as he recalled how beautiful Jungkook had looked, completely naked and flustered, laying on top of it.

He glanced around the club, effectively amazed at how great the place had turned out in such a short period of time. His visits to the club were minimal, as he preferred staying in the comfort and privacy of his own home, but every time he had come here, the whole place had been transformed. Whether it was the decorations, or the actual building itself, it was always expanding and blooming, constantly getting bigger and better. He could not help but wonder if the generally blood red decor was inspired by himself, as Jungkook was the one who had veto on how the place presented itself. His eyes glanced across the room, from the velvet drapes to the active dance floor, proud of the incredible work his lover had put into the place. It had been a great investment, of course, but seeing the passionate gleam in Jungkook's eyes was what truly made it all worth it in the end.

His pleasing thoughts were interrupted when a man sat beside him, and a little too closely at that. He could feel his stare glued to him, yet decided not to look back. There was no particular reason why someone would be staring at him, and he could not help but wonder if there was something on his face. Another side of him wondered if the man was looking for a fight, and he somewhat hoped it would be the case. He had not gotten into a good old fistfight in a while, and could already feel himself clenching his fists. He could use the sudden rush of adrenaline, the rapid action as his days had been somewhat calmer and more mundane in the past weeks. There was an uncomfortable tension in the air building up, one that made Taehyung shift in his seat. Annoyed, he finished his glass in one gulp and decided to confront the man with a glance, frowning when their gazes met.

To say he was beautiful was an understatement. He had a slim face, with plump pink lips and large, bubbly eyes. To top off all those already bewitching features, he had high cheekbones and a lean nose, the ensemble of it all so impressive it seemed unreal; in the same appearance of a marble statue. Taehyung shook his head as he caught himself staring, disturbed by the look on the man's face. He had a weird smirk, eyebrows raised as all he did was look back at him silently. He did not seem to be looking for a fight at all; he seemed more like he was staring at an intricate painting, trying to understand what the artist meant behind every brush stroke.

"Do we know each other?" Taehyung said, cutting the awkward silence.

"It's not often that the overnight young billionaire of this city and owner of the most prestigious nightclub built from scratch only a year ago leaves his comfortable penthouse nest, isn't it?" the man replied quickly, the look in his eyes subtly shifting.

"Mister Jeon Jungkook is the owner of the club, not me," Taehyung responded, ignoring the rest of the sentence.

"Indeed, that is true... but you are the one who financed it," the man retorted, a single finger risen.

Taehyung straightened his blazer and took a deep breath, unsure how he was supposed to handle this situation. This man clearly knew too much about him, considering the lack of any information there was on him in any media platform. He had kept his identity low-profile, making sure no one could associate his face to the title of "Overnight young billionaire" that articles had given him. It seemed that there was at least one person who had made the connection, however, considering the man that was sitting right in front of him. He wondered how he had connected the dots, how he had discovered that Taehyung was that said man talked about in the majority of tabloids.