❝The tiger never digs a hole in the ground; he waits for the bunny to come up, and then he attacks. Do you understand?❞
Jeon Jungkook, a man most praised by angels, falls for a guy to get his heart stampede one more time.
Or, a criminal mastermind w...
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THE WATER AROUND HIM felt lukewarm against his icy cold, sun-bathed skin. He was leaning against the rigid wall of the swimming pool, taking deep breaths, the waves barely forming as his taut abdomen inflated and deflated with every long breath he released. His head was placed on the flooring above, damp hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes peacefully closed.
Lisa, Kim Taehyung's secretory, clip-clopped inside the place through a door, heels resonating its sounds in the echos of the voidness. She allowed herself a brief glance at the young man, averting her eyes just in time Taehyung bothered to give her a questioning look.
"You are naked," she muttered, halting at a fair distance away and coming to the decision to fixate her gaze at the face alone and not wander her concentration... somewhere else.
He pulled up a muscle to pass her a sly smile, "It's not like you've never seen me like this before."
Silence hung in the emptiness for a while.
She fidgeted her feet in awkwardness but her thighs smacking against each other foretold she was turned on. Which was bad. They only had a one-night stand seven years ago — which came out as a surprise since it was her first day at work — and even that left her questioning why she wasn't pregnant. It was a total torture to see Taehyung move on like nothing happened. They could have been a thing. Or at least try her another time. Fuck, wouldn't that be a jackpot. But;
Kim Taehyung was not a lover.
Lisa cleared her throat twice — thrice, for good measure — and settled to delay her message as quickly as she could before diving in the pool herself to catch the fish. "Our last target was not eliminated properly," she delivered, the tone of professionalism seeping back in. "I assume he might have left a clue of us."
Taehyung jaw tightened. He hated irresponsibility so he asks tersely, seemingly haughty, "Who was it assigned to?"
"Rosé," she answered with a hint of worrisome.
"Tell her to see me in my office tomorrow," he tells her sickly sweet, staring intensely at the lack of Lisa's agreement.
"Fine," she breathed out, her pores bursting to release desperate drops of sweats that shined her creamy temples. "I'll let her know."
Once again the hollowness draped the air with stillness.
"There's one more thing, Sir," said Lisa, her features plaining out, "about the Agent this case is handed to."
Taehyung frowned, "Go on."
She continued, making eye contact with him cautiously, "He is one of FIA's top agents." She lets a long pause.
"And?" urged Taehyung with rising interest.
"He has never failed to solve a killing spree," and her voice grew anxious just like the last time she talked about this guy, "I think he is a threat, Sir. A real threat. Special Agent Jeon Jungkook. Our network would crumble—"
"Come here, Lisa."
Instantly her gut clenched, her senses foggy. She strode over to him, finally looking at him this close. "What?" She managed to utter.
"Someone forgot their honourifics," teased Taehyung, rising up from the water an inch or so to reach the delicate fall of Lisa's neck, right next to her long earring. While she was rigid in nervousness Taehyung brandished two dripping arms from above the surface, one supporting him as the other stretched out to pull Lisa closer to him. He pressed his wet lips to her earlobe, earning a low moan from her. "You worry too much," he whispers, slipping his mouth down to trail it along the tender, hot skin of Lisa's beautiful nape.
Taehyung lured Lisa to the awaiting waters of the pool but just as she was to fall in, he playfully pushed her back and she landed on her butt on the hard floor, disheveled and offended. Although, not a word came out from her mouth as Taehyung smirked, repositioning himself in his leisure.
A tremor travelled through Lisa's body and a whimper escapes her perched lips. Maybe she was right all along. Maybe Kim Taehyung was so wicked not a trace of affection would ever seize him. His brain was muddled with evil desires — maybe sexual, too, but with a blank craving — and that brought her to reassemble her thought process.
She would never again approach this man with a needy heart. Not ever.
Whilst she gathered herself, Taehyung throat emitted a low rumbling tune that bounced off in the desolate atmosphere, his eyelids droopy. Lisa could almost picture two Satanic horns on his clammed hair.
She cleared her throat one last time to gain Taehyung's attention, tucking a loose bang in her hairpin. "Sir," she called out to him, some of her nervous energy loosing its affects. "I am leaving."
He hummed dismissively.
With that, she clattered to the glass doors that lead to Taehyung's twenty-roomed bungalow's red-carpeted hallways, her mind connecting to the conversation that held before and landing straight on her friend's, Rosé's, well-being.
The last time someone ended up in Taehyung's office was used as a lab rat back in the Purple Bar's concealed compound.
Her smart fingers wrap around the door's cold handle, hesitant to leave since she was torn between the decision to comply to Taehyung for Rosé's safety or make her leave. Behind her, he was watching her with his eyes narrowed, gazing as she stood their frozen.
"Lisa," perks Taehyung, like a ripple in water, and she flinched ever so slightly, spinning on her heels to face him, her feet rooted to their spot.
"Yes, Sir?" She utters, breath held back in elusive disquietude, her lips forming a straight line on her attractive features.
Taehyung rose, grabbing a towel from the nearest pile and pulling himself out of the pool, his moist feet smooching the shiny surface as he covered his mid-down in the white fluff, walking to his secretary with curtained, intimidating expression.
When they were in close vicinity, Taehyung finally pronounced in his husky voice, clamming his palms together; "If you insist, I'd rather go your way."
Lisa pursed her lips, unwilling—
Yet he continued elsewhere, "Tell me all about Special Agent Jeon Jungkook."
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olá. how are you? tell me or i will kill you. (: (jokingg)
& how's the story going, pals? is it cool or nah? i know that the chapter's unedited eh.
